This volume is devoted for the most part to anal intercourse. Anal sex is an act which has for many years been discredited as perverse and immoral. Nothing could be further from the truth. It is an act which brings many people enormous amounts of pleasure and delight and those who see it differently are either misinformed or frightened of their own sexual needs. Here are excerpts from the cases.
Charles A: We met when I was seventeen and she was only fifteen. But even at that age she wanted it from the back. Her young body craved it.
Oliver P: Sally was fifteen but I couldn't keep my hands off her. I craved her, needed her young supple body against mine. And she craved it, too.
Harold G: That little bitch loved to suck it.
I knew she did from the way she eyed my crotch. When I finally showed it to her the young cunt jumped on it like a wildcat.
Sarah T: I would do anything to get dates with boys. Anything they liked. And what they liked was never kinky enough for me. I took two of them on one night and then three, and still I wanted more.
Bonnie A: "You don't have to hide from me," my stepfather said as he pulled up my skirt. I shuddered in horror at his touch but then it became fascinating. I cringed a little and then loosened up. My body began shivering in delight for him.
Mindy T: There's just no way to stop myself. I started at the age of fourteen and ever since, every man is a potential lover. I crave it all the time.
Shirli R: My first sexual experience occurred early, but that was what I craved. I wanted his organ in me and nothing could stop me.
Clara S: He had me down on my knees and pushed his thing into my face. At first I was horrified. But later, after tasting the manly essence of him, I began to like it. I was a slave to it.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Charles A. Age: 25
INTERVIEW ONE
Charles A. came to my office for the first time late in the fall of a very cold year. He was wearing a huge, puffy green parka that obscured the slender grace of his tall, well-formed body. His face bore an unmistakably intelligent expression. His high forehead and wide set eyes, however, were drawn in the strictures of anxiety.
"I'm glad I finally came in here to see you. You were referred to me by a very good friend, Mary H.-do you remember her? Well, we live in the same house now. We're not lovers or anything. It's just that several of us found we couldn't afford the rents around here without chipping in together. There are six of us in the apartment. One couple and four individuals.
I guess it's okay living like this, but I sure don't have as much privacy as I need. Especially lately. It's been very hard lately, doctor. Everything was going along all right in my life for a while. I only moved to New York three months ago and it was beginning to seem like a good decision to come here.
Then suddenly, out of the blue, I got a phone call that threw me into a tailspin of old, old things that I really had thought I was rid of. It was a girl, although I guess she's a woman now, a girl I used to know a long time ago.
Susan. Ah, Susan. Can you believe that in New York I get a call from a girl I knew in high school back in Houston, Texas? We met when I was seventeen and she was fifteen. We sat near each other in a terrifically boring speech class. We had a mutual friend who sat between us and together the three of us would pass notes, make sly jokes and generally do whatever we could to relieve the boredom of the class.
She was beautiful. She had long blonde hair that was perfectly straight-just the way hair was supposed to be in those days. It was 1968 you know.
Her eyes were blue and she was tall and slender. She had studied ballet for several years so her body was like poetry when she moved, and very well shaped. Her tits were very small, but firm and high and round. Her waist was so tiny I could almost have gotten my hands around it.
At first when I got to know her I thought she was just a dumb blonde although I didn't mind cracking jokes and playing around in class with her. I just never thought of looking for anything further in her. She had some kind of starry look in her eyes and she always played. She flirted constantly with everybody. She had a way of flirting, even with another girl, that wasn't really even sexual. It was just giddy and dizzy.
It wasn't until several weeks after I'd met her that I realized she was really incredibly smart. I think she was writing something, like her diary, one day in class and I read it over her shoulder. It was very sensitive and articulate.
Anyway, after that I gravitated towards her in a new way. We began to talk outside of class. Once I took her out to a movie. Afterwards we went parking like everybody did in those days in Houston. She was cold as ice.
No, she wasn't cold, she was actually quite hot. But she didn't let on that she was.
I felt she was afraid of her passion. When I kissed her she responded with all her passion just running from her mouth into mine. Her tongue was like a warm, eager burrowing creature that had a life of its own. And I must say that what it was doing to my body gave my cock a life of its own.
But when I tried to put my fingers into her cunt, all I got was the first hint of the warm juiciness there before she wriggled away, pulled her dress down and sat up like a prim nineteenth century school marm.
I didn't try to press the issue. That's not my style. Some people say I'm just lazy. Maybe I am. But I just can't get into forcing a lady to do anything she's not altogether into.
A few weeks later I invited her to come over to my house to hear some new records I'd bought. My parents and brothers were out of town visiting relatives I simply couldn't stand to be with. I'd refused to go.
She came that Saturday afternoon driving her mother's big Buick, wearing what she called her good will jeans. She'd bought them at the Good Will and they were so old and faded they looked like they might fall apart at any moment. That, added to the fact that they were about three sizes too small for her, made them just about the best looking threads I'd ever seen anybody wear.
She had that playful look in her eyes, as always. She had just washed her hair and it smelled like herbs and flowers. She tossed it around a lot, as if it were in her way. It was like a shaggy mane around her face and shoulders.
I invited her in and we had cokes while we listened to the music. It was Jim Hendrix. He was the big, new thing then. It's very introspective music. I could tell she was getting a little bored with the music after a few minutes. I showed her my paintings. There's this one I did that was really interesting. I wanted to see what her reaction to it would be. I was really beginning to want her something fierce. It was that silly not-in-this-world quality of her that made her so indefinable and elusive, I suppose.
Anyway, the picture was quite abstract at first glance. But when you looked at it again, studied it a little while, you began to see that it was a florid, close-up of a pair of hot pink juicy cunt lips fringed with thick curly black hair-all spread apart and ready for action.
When I showed it to her she looked at it quizzically for a minute. Then the realization of what it was began to dawn on her and her eyes got wide. Oh, she was a child of constant wonder, that girl.
She turned to me and said, "Oh, Charles!" As if to say, "how could you?" Her face began to turn bright red. I decided to put another record on the stereo.
I sat down in a chair and she sat on the bed. "Charles, I think that painting is perverted!"
"Susan, do you know why I asked you to come here today?"
Her eyes got big as saucers. I knew she was thinking I was going to announce that I wanted to fuck her. Then I realized she really must have been a virgin. Of course, I had asked her there so I could fuck her but it wasn't just that.
"Have you ever smoked grass, Susan?"
"No, I wouldn't want to get hooked or anything." She was really quite taken aback by my question. But I wasn't deterred. I just pulled out my little pouch of grass and gave it to her to smell.
She thought it smelled good. I explained to her what it feels like to be stoned and how I started smoking. You'll have to remember that this was 1968 in Texas. Grass was a pretty new item and there was much more myth than truth going around about it. Not very many people in our school had tried it yet.
Finally I got her used to the idea of smoking some pot. I rolled up three or four j's and lit up. At first she coughed terribly. She was used to smoking cigarettes, but not like this.
By the time we'd finished smoking the third joint I knew I wouldn't be able to roll any more for a while. Susan laid back on the bed giggling. Just giggling.
I got on the bed next to her and put my arm over her shoulder. "Do you like it," I asked.
But she couldn't answer. All she could do was giggle and look starry-eyed. She looked so pretty, so available and tender and young and juicy my cock began to rise and get hard.
I stroked her shoulders and back with my hands and worked my knee between her thighs gently. She seemed to be perfectly willing, but she was still giggling!
All of a sudden she cried, "I'm hungry and thirsty! What have you got to eat and drink?"
We got up and went into the kitchen. While I opened the refrigerator and looked for stuff to eat Susan began to dance around the kitchen like a ballet dancer. Her body was so beautiful in those tight jeans. As she moved around the crotch seam of her jeans worked its way between her cunt lips and outlined the twin globes of her plump ass.
We ate brownies and drank milk. She sang and laughed. "Oh, Charles, I really like grass. I feel so light and happy. Do you think I'll be an addict?"
Then I had to laugh. I explained all over to her that one doesn't get addicted to grass. In those days I was something of a weed missionary.
Then she began to get so silly and weak that she said she had to lie down. We went back to my room. My cock was getting hard again.
She fell on the bed on her back with total abandon, just like she was falling into a bed of clouds. Her eyes began to look like the eyes of a drunk cat, all narrow and long and gleaming. She giggled softly and reached up her arms to me.
I could hardly believe she was inviting me to lie down with her. She seemed so self-controlled usually.
I came down on the bed with her and we began to kiss. It was just as probing and penetrating and exciting as the kisses we'd shared when we were parking. More so. This time, however, she didn't pull back at the last minute.
My tongue sought the source of her tongue, deep in her throat. I pried her mouth open with my lips and teeth as if I were trying to crawl inside of her. I never kissed anyone so intensely.
I almost forgot to do anything else, the kisses were so fascinating. She was a very oral person. She was really into her tongue and licking and sucking and thrusting.
Gradually I let my hand fall down to her throat and then to the top of her blouse. I unbuttoned it slowly, never taking my attention away from her mouth. I don't think she even knew I was taking her blouse off until I worked my hand into her bra and began to squeeze her tight little virgin nipples gently between my fingers.
She gasped and broke away from the kiss. At first she made as if to become a prim little school marm again but I nipped that when I bent down to kiss her again while I continued to massage her small, round firm tits.
She gave in to the passion and desire I was awakening in her body. I had thought she was hot before but now that she had given in to the passion she was like another woman altogether. She seemed to grow hungry and desperate and to want me even more than I wanted her. I wasted no time in getting her out of her bra and blouse and then I went to work on extracting her from those skin-tight jeans. She wriggled up as I tugged them down over her hips.
Her body was breathtakingly beautiful. I'd always known she was beautiful but now that I saw her totally nude and eager and ready I realized her body was more beautiful than anything in a skin magazine. Her tits were small, true, but every part of her seemed to lead inevitably into every other part and she was totally graceful, long and slender.
Her skin was white, a heavy cream, and just as smooth. I stood up to take off my own clothes and she turned her head to watch me intently, with the desire shooting out of her eyes like sparks.
When I was finally as naked as she was I went back to her. I went down to her feet and began to run my tongue up her leg. She tensed up the muscles in both her legs and her stomach as my mouth progressed up her shin and reached her knee. She knew that I would soon reach her hungry cunt and she could hardly contain herself in the anticipation of the ecstasy she knew would follow.
Inexorably, my mouth kept moving up her thighs, savoring her sensuous flesh as it went. Goose flesh began to creep all over her body. It subdued and began anew almost with every inch.
At last my lips reached the top of her thighs and drew near the outer lips of her hungry pussy. Once again the goose flesh came and went, but this time a special sense of urgency overtook her. She couldn't wait any longer.
She pulled my head down into her, wriggling her body so that her cunt moved directly under my mouth. She pointed her chin toward the ceiling, closed her eyes tightly, bent her knees slightly and fully prepared herself for what she knew I was about to do.
For a minute there, I began to wonder if I were wrong. Maybe she wasn't a virgin after all. She wanted so strongly, so certainly, what I was doing to her. It seemed as though she must have done this before.
But no thought could distract me for long from her cunt. I kissed the outer lips and then dipped my tongue into her hole, just to taste the warm tangy juices of her cunt. It was delicious. A spasm of excitement swept over her whole body.
I stroked her gash again and again with my tongue, running it up and down in a relentless track of sliding, light pressure. Her clit was buried beneath its hood but my tongue pulled it back again and again until finally it was exposed and open to my eyes and tongue.
My fingers went up to her cunt lips and pulled them gently apart as my tongue ravished her sensitive little clit. I pressed my tongue deep into her hole, noticing that it was pretty tight even though it was superbly lubricated.
Susan moaned and tossed on the bed, not sure whether to draw her legs up so that I would have to quit or to spread them even further apart so I could get at her even better.
I went back to running my tongue up and down over her slit, laying specially strong strokes on her clit. I moved fast and furious in time to the desperate pumping of her hips rising and falling. Faster and faster I went and her moans got louder and more inarticulate.
Finally she let out a great cry of tearful joy at the exact instant that I felt the opening to her pussy clamp open and closed. The juice poured out of her and I licked up every drop of it thirstily. Her clit retreated again under its tight little hood.
I stood up on my knees and looked down at her. She was covered in sweat, breathing heavily, moaning lightly, sighing. My cock towered over her belly, hanging like a thick sausage from my crotch. She looked up at it in fascination.
I stroked it lightly, just to get it up to a high pitch of excitement, and I leaned over her, fastening the head of my cock right at the opening of her cunt. Then I slowly pushed it between the lips, taking care not to let its bulk cause her any pain or discomfort.
The head slid right in with no difficulty. It was a snug fit but it fit. When it was about two-thirds of the way in, I paused. I still wasn't sure whether she was a virgin or not.
Her eyes were shining and wide as she looked up at me in total amazement. Tentatively I thrust in a little more. She rose up to meet my thrust gently. I let my body fall down surrounding her with all my heat and desire.
I worked my cock in and out gently, never letting my full length into her until I was sure that she was completely loosened up for it. If she were a virgin she did have a total instinct for fucking. Her legs clasped together around my waist, meeting behind my back.
Her arms encircled my neck and she clawed me gently with her long fingernails. I felt I was washing around in a warm, viscous sea. My cock seemed to be enfolded in the softness of her cunt.
Every time my prick moved in and out of her warm, moist, tight little cunt I felt myself moving closer and closer to that inevitable moment of orgasm.
In both of our bodies the muscles became more and more tense. My legs and hips moved forward like finely tuned pistons. I had terrifically strong legs-I used to run cross-country in high school. Sweat dripped down the cheeks of my ass and my forehead. I began to feel I would explode if I tried to hold back any longer.
I could tell that Susan was nearing that point as well. She moved her hips up to meet me in a pounding rotary action that seemed to draw an orgasm out of me like a magnet.
All of a sudden I couldn't take it any longer. I just let it out and my hot, thick gism spurted into her in a gush. '
At the same moment Susan let out that cry of joyful release. I gave her four or five more strong thrusts before my cock began to go limp. I collapsed in her arms, breathing as heavily as if I'd just run a fifty mile race.
For several moments, neither of us spoke a word. We lay there side by side, breathing deeply and slowly, allowing ourselves ample time to recuperate from the protracted orgasms each of us had just experienced.
Finally, Susan said "God, Charles. That marijuana is really heavy stuff! I hope you don't think I'm a freak!"
Now I laughed. "You silly girl! I think you're beautiful. I love you!"
It was several hours before we stirred from the bed. Finally she had to go home. It was almost supper time and her mother and father would have begun to worry.
When I kissed her goodbye, I felt just terrific, Doctor. I thought I had her, I really had her. I'd been wanting her for so long and now she was mine.
When Charles reached this point I looked at my watch and discovered that not only had we used up the entire hour, we had even run overtime. Reluctantly, I had to stop him. We agreed to continue the next week.
INTERVIEW TWO
I saw her again the next day at school, of course. She was happy to see me but nothing special seemed to be happening. In fact, she seemed rather bored with the idea of a movie that weekend. She changed her mind when I told her I had just bought a new pound of really good grass.
So I took Susan out again. She enjoyed the movie and the sodas afterwards but she wasn't into me. She really didn't care about anything, it seemed. Until later when I pulled out my little bag of weed.
Her attitude drove me crazy. We fucked pretty often, as often as I took her out and got her stoned. And she was the best lay I ever had. I never knew any girl to be as passionate and uninhibited as Susan when she was stoned.
And I never knew any girl to be so uninterested as Susan when she was straight.
After a while this really began to get to me.
I asked our mutual friend Alice what she thought about why Susan was so strange to me. Alice burst into peals of laughter when I confided my pain to her.
"Oh, silly Charles," she laughed, "don't you know that Susan is in love with Tad? He's a real hick who drives a 1962 Chevy Impala and he goes to the junior college and she's been in love with him for two years!"
My heart sank. She was in love with somebody who went to the junior college? I had just been accepted at Harvard! You have no idea what an impact this made on me.
After another year or so Susan's love affair with Tad waned. She was playing the field again, or rather for the first time in her life, since she'd been so young when she met him.
Finally I got her to be interested in me for something more than my dope. We fucked a lot, constantly, in fact. That was what attracted her to me now. I fell in love with Susan, but she never fell in love with me.
She fell in love with other guys all the time. Once she even fell in love with my best friend. When that would happen I was cut out of her life. It was impossible for me to make her understand the depth of my feeling. She refused to take me seriously on any level.
She and Alice used to get together and compare notes on me. Yes, I used to fuck with
Alice too. Alice was in love with me, although I wasn't really in love with her. She was just a convenient substitute for Susan.
When Susan's other love affairs broke up she would come back to me for a tumble and always ready for some new perversion. Finally I went away to college and a couple of years later she did too.
We gradually lost touch over the years, not because I didn't want to maintain our contact but just because she cared less than ever. It was always a source of pain to me. It still is.
And the other day out of the blue she called me up here in New York. She got a job here and moved up here from Houston. We had dinner the other night and then I took her back to show her the apartment, hoping that we could fuck later. I still haven't met anyone to match her in bed.
But she got attracted to my roommate in a very big way and he of course was attracted to her. They made a date for this weekend. I feel like a ghost from my past has come back to haunt me!
CONCLUSION
Charles A. was a very self-destructive young man. His persistent 'fixation on his young woman, despite her clear indications that he could never be more than a friend or a convenient sex-partner to her, was simply absurd. Rejection by women was a strong theme in his life, beginning with his mother. Mrs. A. was a cold, unloving woman who not only failed to give her sons the affection they needed, but also heaped on them a strong measure of hostility. They had cost her her career as a concert pianist, she thought. It is a rare child who can grow up in such an atmosphere of non-acceptance and survive to a healthy adulthood without some real problems.
I convinced Charles that it wasn't Susan who was to blame for his present misery. It was himself. The only way he could ever be able to work beyond this was to do some self-confrontation to get to the roots of his need to be humiliated.
At last he realized what he'd been doing to himself. He began to develop healthier relationships with women and within a few months he was able to really savor his friendship with Susan in the way it should have been enjoyed.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Subject: Oliver P. Age: 40
INTERVIEW ONE
Oliver P. is a teacher and through the health service at the place of his employment he was referred to me. He is a medium built man with light brown hair and brown eyes. His face was very tanned, which gave him an appearance of health.
Although he was a teacher it was not in public schools, but in a special tutoring school, a private day school. I knew of the institution and had heard many good things about it.
Here is the original transcript of the taped interview.
Well, Doctor, where should I begin? I guess I will begin by explaning some of the aspects of the institution that I work for. It is an expensive school where people with money send their children for private tutoring.
These children may be emotionally disturbed, but most of them are just kids too spoiled and unable to get into any private school because of their lack of motivation as far as learning goes.
Don't get me wrong. Many of these kids are very bright, very bright indeed. Its just that they don't do well as far as grades go, or in a classroom situation. Therefore they are sent to this place for private instruction.
Some of them are rowdies. They make trouble for us in every way they can. The most damage that they can do however, is not to learn what we're trying to teach them, for that reflects on the teacher. There's never really any violence there.
Well, the real heart of my story begins with this one little girl named Sally. I teach several subjects in the math and science fields. Sally was fifteen and was enrolled in public school. She had been in private school but had been thrown out because of drugs found in her possession.
She was flunking math and science so her wealthy parents sent her to this place for a little tutoring. I had her in two subjects. Her parents liked the idea of the place so much that they took her out of public school and enrolled her for all of her courses.
Sally was a lovely girl, it was hard for me to imagine her getting into any trouble at all. She was slight, but with a very nice little figure for a girl her age, nice, young breasts, firm and sweet, and a nice round little ass.
She had violet eyes. They were the damndest things you ever saw, all huge and watery like she was on the verge of crying all the time.
She didn't smile very much, no not at all, she always had a very sad expression. It was endearing on her. It was as if she had managed to gather experience beyond her years and her knowledge of what the world was prevented her from being a child, and yet she was a child still.
We got along very well and she was not stupid, not at all. She learned very quickly, in fact, and her adroitness made me wonder if perhaps the fault of her poor grades might not have been the school or the teachers and not herself.
Since I had her twice a day, we got to know each other very well and many times we spent more of the hour talking about each other or various other things than talking math and science.
She seemed to enjoy our talks. I could not help feeling sexually toward her. I know that that was not right, that she was so much younger than me, but those sad eyes, that sweet body, and our close proximity just made my groin itch.
Although I harbored fantasies about her, I certainly would never have planned on seducing her, at least not consciously.
But it happened one afternoon. We had enjoyed the morning session together so much, laughing and joking together. Several times she had reached out and touched me, sending a jolt of erotic energy right through my limbs.
It was wonderful to see her smile, and I told her that it was something she should practice, something that she should learn.
She told me that it was something that I should teach, and gave me a very meaningful glance that I could not help but interpret as sexual.
When she came for her afternoon lesson before I could even open the books she took my hand.
"Listen," she said, "you like me and I like you. I've done some homework on you, you're not married, you live alone. You must be just as lonely as I am."
This was bold talk for a girl her age, and my mouth fell open in surprise.
"I think that we should make love together."
All of a sudden she put her arms around me and kissed me fully on the lips. I should have resisted, maybe even if it was a phony resistence, but I just couldn't. I was putty in her hands.
Maybe it was her sadness, but the pathos was beyond my resistance. She was so lovely and it was so easy to just lock the door and face her as a man toward a beautiful girl instead of as pedant towards his pupil. It was easier than anything I had ever done in my whole life.
We made out for a long while. We kissed passionately and the taste of her sweet lips made me drunk. Her arms were around me, caressing her back. I felt her tits against my chest. I knew that she had no bra on. My hand reached for those tits and I squeezed them. I slid my hand under her thin blouse and felt the smooth skin of her tits in my palms. I rubbed her nipples and was still totally in shock at what I was doing with my young pupil.
Sally unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. It fell to the floor. Her tits were beautiful. She was warm and soft and I lost my breath just looking at her. I touched her nipples in disbelief.
I took off my shirt and held her tight tits in my hand. She was wonderful. Her naked chest against mine and her small breasts crunched against my chest were enough to make my cock stand up straight and beg more, more, more.
I loved the way she felt, that warm smoothness of her tits against my chest. I kissed her on the neck and the shoulders, her hands ran up and down my back. My cock was bursting the seams of my pants.
I wanted to feel her cunt. I reached down and rubbed the snatch through her dungarees, it felt warm and willing and she even spread her legs to give my hand more of an advantage.
She reached out for me; she slid her hand under my pants in the back. I gasped when I felt the softness of her hot hand reaching for my ass.
I unbuttoned her pants and ran my hand down to her pussy. I felt her panties and rubbed her cunny through the material. She sighed and grabbed the flesh of my ass.
I felt her pubic hair there, it felt slightly wet.
She broke away from me and pulled her pants down to her knees. I gasped at the sight of her sweet little cunt. She pulled at my zipper and then reached in to grab my cock. It was stiff and willing.
Her touch was an electric current that stung my groin.
She pulled her pants off and I did the same. She was naked and it took my breath away. I felt incredibly hot and the room seemed to be lacking in air, terribly stuffy, suffocating.
Her tits were small but firm, the nipples sweet little nubbins ripe for the sucking. My cock throbbed in front of her. Then she got down on the floor and indicated that I should do the same.
My mouth watered for her tits. I went to her breasts and locked my mouth around her nipples. They were soft and salty and I could have sucked them forever. As I sucked on them she held my head in place and she ground her cunt against my hip.
Her hand searched for my cock. She grabbed it and squeezed it and I had to suppress a moan of delight at the touch of her hand stroking my meat.
I reached into her crotch and felt the soft moistness of her cunt. I probed for the entrance and my finger slipped up her secret passageway to delight.
She spread her legs. This chick was really hot. My finger slipped between her cuntlips and made its way up into the heat of her pussy. She moaned softly and humped my finger.
I liked the feel of my finger there and apparently she did too. I fingerfucked her for a long while and she stroked my cock and she rubbed the head of it in her palm.
I crawled on top of the luscious teenage girl. She reached for my cock again. I felt her placing it between her cunt lips and she ground her hips around. The soft warmth of her curling bush against my cockhead almost made me faint with desire.
I pushed through the entrance.
My stiff cock was soon surrounded by the heat of her pussy. The girl moaned and I bit my lip.
I pulled out and felt the friction of my cock against the tight muscles of her cunt. She sucked my dick back into her pussy.
I pumped in and out and my cock slipped way up into her cunt. I felt our public hairs melting together and I felt my balls resting on her ass.
I was all the way in.
I pumped more quickly. I breathed hard and she moaned. She whined softly. She moved her hips around as I thrust in. She pulled me in and she pushed me down with her hands on my ass.
Her legs wrapped around my back and her cunt spread wide open to me.
I pumped her hard and fast. My cock sought out the very depth of her.
She breathed and she whined.
I pumped in and out. I rested for a moment on her chest listening to our dual breathing. My fantasies had come true, and my cock was imbedded in the cunt of that beautiful young girl.
I couldnt believe the pulsations of her cunt, the way her muscles contracted around the base of my prong. Her hand sought out the joining of our bodies and she fingered my cock and her own cunt.
I pulled away from her, going onto my knees, wishing to watch the entrance of my cock into her cunt. She smiled sweetly at me and touched my chest with her hand.
I worked my thing in and out of her and she was very aroused. Her body heaved up at me and I plunged in with all the force I could muster.
We trembled and my cock throbbed. I looked at it as it left her cunt and it was slimy and the veins of it were sticking out. I could actually see my blood coursing through my cock.
Sally wiggled about on the floor. She threw her cunt up into my cock. I slammed my body into hers. It felt better than anything I could have imagined.
My cock throbbed. I fucked her faster and faster. I rammed her full of cock. I liked the way she moved, the way she offered her cunt up to my cock. I crammed her with meat and I removed it. I panted with exertion and lust.
She writhed and she moaned and fucked me back. I fucked her furiously, all I could think about was humping, humping, shoving in and out of her, filling her with my hot fuck sauce.
She moaned rather loudly and I briefly worried about someone hearing us, or about my next student waiting outside. What did it matter if I lost my job, this moment was worth a lifetime.
I ground into her. She rolled her hips. She moved her body in opposite directions to force , my cock into her clitoris. For one so young, she was hot as fire. She loved fucking and she loved fucking me.
I did my best by her. We humped out of control. I worked in and out of her. I felt an orgasm reaching into me and I saw her writhing out of control.
I grabbed her tits and my cock throbbed. She closed her eyes and lost her mind with passion. I held my hand over her mouth to stifle her orgiastic scream.
My cock exploded and filled her orgasmic cunt with fuck sauce. I fucked on and on. I spread the sperm all over her cunt. She wriggled and whined and her orgasm looked like it would go on for hours.
Finally she remained still, her eyes still closed, her hand resting on her stomach. She was beautiful in her satisfaction, in her nakedness. My eyes could not get enough of her.
I pulled my dick out of her cunt and with one kiss on her breasts I went for my clothing. She soon got dressed. There was a knock on the door and I felt a tremor of fear.
We dressed quickly and I answered the door. It was the next student. Sally and I said goodbye like a student and a teacher instead of like lovers and she went on to her next class.
I found it terribly difficult to teach science to that next student. In fact, he kept correcting me!
I thought about Sally all day and wondered what would happen the following day.
I asked Oliver to return the following week with his story since I, too, had other pressing engagements waiting for me in the reception room of my office.
He shook my hand and promised to return the following week.
INTERVIEW TWO
Oliver returned as he had said and was anxious to continue his story. He sat in his chair, wringing his hands and looking at me with sad eyes.
Well, Doctor, that was only the beginning of things. I should tell you what happened the following day when Sally came in for her math lesson. She was all smiles, beautiful and young and as soon as the door was closed and locked she ran into my arms and gave me a big, passionate kiss.
My cock immediately got hard in my pants and although I had cautioned myself by saying that I had to nip this thing in the bud, all those cautions were so much piss in the wind now that she was really in my arms.
I kissed her back with the same ardor and intensity.
Sally wasted no time this particular morning. She immediately took off her clothing, leaving me there totally clothed looking at her luscious body.
What else was there for me to do but eat her out. It seemed like the most appetizing thing I could do.
I fell down on my knees before her luscious cunt. I reached out for her cunt and began to fondle it. I worked my finger into her pussy and it was already soaking wet. I played with her tiny clitoris for a few minutes and she writhed about so much that I had to sit her down on a chair.
The musky smell of her young cunt was driving me crazy. My mouth was pressed to her cuntlips and I shoved my tongue right up between them. Her cunt was tight, but very wet. I licked her out slowly, very careful not to miss any of her luscious pussy.
She tasted so good, so fragrant, like all kinds of spices at thanksgiving or something. My tongue flicked back and forth over her clitoris and very soon my face was slimy with the secretions of her pussy.
She was getting very excited, clutching my head and putting her legs around my back.
I was feeling terribly proud at the fact that she was so excited that a girl that young was attracted to a man my age. Her cunt was so warm and sweet I wished that I could just climb inside and live there forever.
I licked her clitoris and sucked her cunt lips. She liked that sucking and she wanted more of it. I wished for a moment that I didn't have any more, students coming, that I could just suck her cunny all day.
I shoved my tongue in as deep as it would go. I worked in and out of her. She held my head in place. I reached for her sweet young tits.
Her fingers in my hair were very stimulating and she found my ear and caressed it. My cock was aroused terribly at what we were doing to each other.
I sucked her cunt, I licked it. I touched her with my fingers. I decided to suck on her clitoris and finger-fuck her at the same time.
I licked all around her cuntlips and up to her clitty and then I shoved two fingers in and moved them around. I swirled them around and pushed them in and out. She wormed about on the chair and squeezed my neck and head with her warm thighs.
She started to come, my mouth was filled with her cunt. My fingers made funny sounds in the wet orifice. She moaned deeply and humped my face.
She threw her head back and let her orgasm ride her body. Her groin was pressed against my forehead. She went crazy with desire and filled my mouth with her cunt.
I ate her out, faster and faster. I fucked her with my fingers harder and faster. I did it hard, she liked it that way. She bit on her fist, suppressing the pleasure and the pain of orgiastic spasms.
She moaned and she writhed and I ate her out until she relaxed, hot and sweating and full of love.
But now she was at my crotch. She positioned me, she made me sit where she had sat and she undid my zipper. She worked my pants down, exposing my fully erect cock.
It throbbed in her hand and she stroked it. She pulled on the hard meat of it. I got very excited. I thought that I could probably come right in her hand. The sensation of her hand wrapped around my cock was blinding.
Before I could say no, she stuffed her young mouth full of my cock. She worked up and down on the cock. It made me heave, it made breathing practically impossible. I heard my own heart beating loudly. She pulled on the cock with her hand and she sucked it into her mouth.
She worked it in and out of her lips and she flicked her tongue over the shaft and she found the piss slit and she tongued that. She was all over my cock.
Her lips were pursed around the head and she sucked it hard. I was terribly aroused by what she did to me. I thought that I would come any second. I tried hard to control my body. She popped it out of her mouth and touched it tenderly.
She put it back into her mouth and worked hard on it. I thought that I couldn't wait much longer, but it felt so good, I wanted to make it last.
She nibbled my cock head and then she worked her way down to my nuts. She sucked them into her mouth and rolled them around with her tongue.
She cleaned and licked my balls and her hand worked over my cock. She kissed my cock, she licked out the piss slit. I writhed and thrust my cock into her mouth. She pulled it willingly into her mouth and sucked it down her throat.
She was wild and sensual and I was crazy for her.
She worked it in and out, in and out. I loved to watch her lips taking it that way. She nibbled the root of my prick and she nibbled the head. I thrust it into her mouth. My body shook with pleasure and need and she sucked harder and harder, her face growing red with sexual exertion.
I ground my cock in her mouth and she sucked harder. I started to spasm, I could not stand it any longer. It was just too much.
I shot sperm into her mouth and she gagged a little, but she swallowed my seed. She swallowed hungrily and she didn't stop bobbing her head up and down on the cock head.
My orgasm was fine, very fine. I wanted to make her swallow my whole cock. I wanted to give it to her as a present. Her mouth was almost as good as her cunt.
She swallowed and she swallowed and then she removed the throbbing membrane from her mouth. Her face lit up with come and smiles. I grabbed her to me and kissed her mouth, the taste of our mutual fuck sauce mingled on our tongues.
We reluctantly got dressed and tried to concentrate on mathematics. It sure as hell wasn't easy. She was forever kissing me, even taking my hand away from the book and sucking on my fingers.
She wanted to see me outside of school and I wanted it too. This was ridiculous the way we were carrying on. The thought of having a whole night together was heaven.
We planned to spend Saturday night together. She said that her parents were out of town and there would be only her older brother at home and it would be a very simple matter to sneak out.
I told her that I would wait for her at the end of her street.
When the appointed day and hour came I was right there at the end of the street. I saw her coming toward me. She got into the car and we went to my apartment.
Once inside there were no preliminaries. We fell into each other's arms, we fought with our clothing, wanting to be naked together.
Finally we were pressing our nude and hot flesh together, her cunt wet against my thigh and my cock hard against her tummy. We ate at each other's mouth, our tongues intertwined, and we sought out each other's throat.
We fell onto the bed, wrestling and moaning, our hands flying over the heat of each other's flesh. She groped for my cock and I grabbed her tits.
She crawled on top of me and found my cock with her hand. She placed it at the entrance to her cunt. She slammed her groin down on mine.
I slammed my thing into her. She moved right away. She took all of my cock. I pumped her with my cock. I couldn't believe the feeling of her hot, tight pussy around my prick.
She thrust down on me and I plowed every inch of her cunt with my tool. I worked in and out of her. I fucked her as fast as I could. She humped my body. I loved her and she loved me. She pumped me, she couldn't get enough of my cock. She wanted more, she wanted it harder and faster.
I fucked her and she fucked me. She worked her cunt all over my cock. I rammed her with meat, I rammed her full of my cock. She whirled around on it, she twisted her body on my pole. She waved her hands and her legs flailed.
She wanted more and more. I threw her over on her back, still inside of her, never missing a beat. I pushed her down into the bed and crammed my cock into her. Our pelvic bones cracked together, our sweat ran together on our tummies. I found her ass and held it, squeezed it.
She screamed with passion and humped my body. Her body was arched and stiff and my ass flew down through the air into her cunt. I slammed my cock in, I stuffed her cunt with my tool. She loved it. I loved it.
I clutched her body to mine and groaned with pleasure, pleasure rising toward the zenith.
She constricted the muscles of her cunt. She gripped my back with her legs. She worked her body in circles and I plunged in with my cock. Back and forth we went, we were all over the bed, her legs spread wide and my cock pummeling her body.
We worked in and out of each other. For a moment I forgot who was male and who was female. We were lost to the infinite motion of fucking.
Faster and faster we fucked, and she pumped her body against mine. I worked hard. I worked in and out, although sometimes it felt like she was working in and out of me.
I listened to her breathing and sought out her mouth. I rubbed her tits and I kissed her mouth. I reamed out the inside of her mouth. She sucked on my tongue and she sucked on my lips. I worked my tongue over teeth and gums. I licked her gums. I tasted her mouth. Her cunt thrust up around my cock.
We fucked so fast, so hotly. I pounded her body with my body. I rammed her with my cock. We humped very fast. We were out of control. We were lost to the rhythm, to the mercy of sex.
Her lips were torn away from mine and she screamed in my ear.
My prick throbbed inside of her. I loved the warmth of her body. I loved the feel and the smell of her. I humped her, I fucked her, she was mine, mine, and I fucked the holy devil out of her.
We reached orgasm together. We spasmed. She screamed and I moaned. I crammed my throbbing knob into her and she thrust desperately as orgasm made her insane.
I shot her full of my sperm and she clawed my back and sang in my ear.
When we were finished, we were dangling off the edge of the bed. We laughed and we fondled each other's bodies. It was wonderful. She made me feel like a teenager.
But, Doctor, I know that its not right. I'm still very much involved with her. This has never happened to me before. I never got involved with any of my students although many of the girls have come right out and propositioned me.
It's Sally, though. She's so pretty, so smart. She really loves me, too.
What do you think that I should do about all this? Should I tell her we have to stop because of her age. I couldn't do that. She's so sensitive, so sad. It would hurt her terribly. And myself, what would I do without her now that I've known her?
CONCLUSION
At first glance it would seem that Oliver's involvement with the youthful Sally is merely a case of man and woman being attracted to each other.
I think that it is a little more complex than that. Oliver does feel empathetic with his young pupil, much more so than with others he has taught. He feels sorry for her, for the sadness she has endured in her young life. He is also admiring of her brightness.
In Sally's case, it is the fact that she has finally found someone who believes in her, who is willing to try with her. He has made her feel good. Her infatuation with her teacher is bound to pass in time.
She is looking for a father image and he is looking for a daughter. At this point, however, I do not think that it is unhealthy for them to play out this fantasy.
The only problem that could come up is that their infatuation with each other might get out of hand and lead them to desperate things. Such as running away together.
I think that if they can enjoy each other now, be content with the present and not worry or make plans over the future, that they will be extremely happy.
As I said before, I think that the relationship will peter out in time. Right now they are both deriving strength from a place where it was not expected. When that strength is fulfilled then the sexual aspect will fade.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Subject: Harold G. Age: Fifty-three
INTERVIEW ONE
Harold G. appeared to be a well-to-do business man as he walked into my office in his well-tailored suit. He was immaculately groomed and still quite trim and virile. I was surprised when he told me his age. I had figured him to be somewhere in his early forties. He explained that he kept in shape playing handball at his club.
I'm a very busy men, Doctor, and so I hope that all this can be gotten through rather quickly. I certainly can't spare an hour a week for very many weeks. An hour a week-that's how it's done, eh? I've never done this sort of thing before. But then, I've been doing a lot of things for the first time lately.
It all began when my wife left for a long tour of Europe last month. We hadn't been getting along very well and frankly I think she wanted to get away from me for a while to think things through. One of our sons is a journalist living in Paris so she planned-to spend several weeks with him and his wife, the poor things. But that's not my problem. In fact, I've never been happier than since she left and when she returns I think well talk divorce.
About two weeks before my wife was scheduled to leave our maid got sick. She has been with the family for many years and she had a heart attack. This put the household into a bit of a quandary. We couldn't think of replacing Louise. We wanted to be able to offer her the job again when her convalesence was finished.
Ordinarily we would have tried to muddle along without her as best we could, but-my wife, of course, was about to leave for three months. My wife looked high and low for a woman to replace Louise. But it's so damned hard to find a maid these days. You know the servant problem is really quite a pain.
At last her departure date was drawing near and we still hadn't found anyone. She even went so far as to put a notice up in the local supermarket, although we would have much preferred to find a woman through quieter, more dependable means.
Still, the only response to the ad was from a woman who was clearly unsuitable-a slovenly type if I ever saw one-and a young girl of only seventeen. I didn't meet the girl until my wife had already given in and hired her. I was a little dubious about her, I must say, even without having met her. It was difficult to see how a seventeen year old could take on the burden of such a large house. But we didn't have much choice.
The day before my wife left the girl began working for us. Right away I realized that even if she weren't such a hot housekeeper she certainly would be nice to have around. What a luscious little girl. Only seventeen, mind you, but just as ripe and developed as a thirty year old woman.
She had long, curly blonde hair that she wore tied at the nape of her neck. Her tits were truly awesome, as was her pert behind. I like a sort of plump woman, and Debbie was. I think some people might have said she was overweight, but she was beautiful nevertheless.
She had a rather tough way of speaking for someone so young and supposedly innocent, but I had perfect faith in her ability to carry out her job. The first week I really didn't see much of her. I leave fairly early in the morning and while her day also begins early, she usually didn't arrive until sometime after I left. And of course, she finished up around four o'clock and I didn't arrive home again until shortly after five.
During that week I found nothing to complain about in the cleanliness of the house nor in the light suppers she left in the oven for me.
A little later on, however, I decided to take advantage of my wife's absence by inviting a few of my friends over for a poker game. My wife hates for my friends to come over. She thinks the house gets filled with cigarette smoke and she doesn't much care for that-she's really a rather picky woman.
I asked Debbie if she could arrange to come in for a few hours on Saturday morning to clean up after Friday's party. There wouldn't be much to worry about, I explained to her. But I offered her time and a half.
She agreed quite readily. She's such an obliging soul! Well, the party was really a smash. My friends all had an excellent time. A great deal of money changed hands and we drank as much liquor as we could and still stumble into cars, or in my case, into bed.
I slept like a log and didn't even begin to wake up until about noon on Saturday morning. I must confess I was still in an alcoholic fog when I woke up and I completely forgot that Debbie was going to come that day to clean up.
It was really hard to get out of bed. I felt as though my head was encased in plastic. But I also felt that if I didn't get something in my stomach right away I would feel even worse. I rolled out of bed and didn't even bother to put on a robe before I went downstairs stark naked.
I went straight to the refrigerator and reached for the milk. I poured myself a tall glass of it and drank deeply. Right away my stomach seemed to settle down and my headache even seemed to lift. The next step was to mix up some Alka-Seltzer.
I was in the middle of quaffing my Alka-Seltzer, already feeling even better when I heard a sound. I turned and saw Debbie standing there in a long, Indian print dress with a plunging neckline, a mop in one hand and a bucket in the other.
I almost choked to death on my Alka-Seltzer. "Why, the poor girl is going to be shocked out of her mind and I'm going to be out of a maid!" I thought to myself. When I recovered from my coughing spasm I started to bolt out of the room to find cover for my naked cock, which, unfortunately, was even beginning to get a little hard.
But before I could make it into the hallway I heard Debbie say, "Hey, don't run away-here's your robe," and I felt a bundle of cloth hit my back. Indeed, it was my robe. She must have just cleaned out the dirty clothes hamper. I stopped to pick it up and quickly put it on.
"Debbie, my dear, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I completely forgot you were coming today!" There was a definite note of pleading in my voice. I really so much wanted to keep her on. I had no idea how I would get by without her.
But Debbie just laughed and said, "Don't get overheated Jack. It's cool. Have you got some lady up there in your bedroom?"
"No," I blurted out.
She looked at me and smiled. It was an odd sort of smile. One that betrayed the fact that she understood my embarrassment and knew what I was thinking.
As I dressed she walked around me, inspecting me like a general would inspect his troops. It was something that left me a little confused and befuddled. I knew that this girl had a lot more to her than she let on and that she had been around a lot.
So you're the man of the house?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked her in return.
"Well, you looked so funny running around with your cock hanging out all over the place like that."
I could not help but laugh at her. She was right. I had looked rather weird and I knew that she was laughing at me good naturedly and not in any derogatory manner or anything like that.
So I decided to have her sit down and have breakfast with me.
"Are you going to cook it?" she asked.
Then I thought about it and realized that I had it in mind for her to cook and not me.
"Would you mind?" I asked her.
"Not at all," was the response she gave.
I went to the living room and stretched out on the couch trying to get my head back together in one piece.
After about a half hour she returned with a tray of food. Eggs and bacon and ham and steaming coffee. It was a sight for sore eyes.
She set the thing down before me and I started to dig right in and eat it. I was hungry and I knew that food was the only thing that was going to settle my head and bring me back to the ground.
While I ate she leaned back on the couch and sipped her coffee. Her long lines and graceful body were delicious to look at and I felt a faint stirring of arousal in me.
"You're very lovely," I said to her before I even knew what I said.
She smiled as if to say that she had been expecting this approach.
"Do you say that to all the maids?" she asked.
"No. Only you."
"I bet. You men are all the same."
"Not all of us."
"All of you. What makes you so different?"
"Well, I have culture and breeding and I know how to treat a woman."
"I've heard that one before, too. Under your clothes and breeding lies the heart of an animal and the balls of one too. Under that veneer of polish you want to fuck me as much as any man."
I certainly could not disagree with her at that point but I could not tell her that. It would blow my entire cool. I decided that the best thing to do was to admit the fact that I wanted to ball her but refrain from showing too much enthusiasm.
"I would certainly, if I were any sort of man, want to take you to bed very much. You are, after all, a very attractive girl. The kind of girl any man would love to take to bed."
"I like that answer," she said.
She smiled at me again and ran a finger along the line of her tits. She was teasing me now and I knew that she wanted to fuck. I leaned over to her and kissed her and she made no motion to get out of the way. In fact she lay back on the couch and let me run my hands all over her.
She was luscious. And for a seventeen-year-old girl she was superbly well-versed in the ways of sex.
She spread her legs before me and then thrust her hips up in that motion which tells only one thing to a man.
She wanted to fuck!
I practically ripped that loose garment from her and had her naked and panting beneath me now. I ran my tongue along the entire length of her thighs and then started to lick at her cunt.
She was delicious.
The taste and smell of her pussy was something that drove me right up the wall and I continued to lick and suck at her until she was moaning nad gasping loudly from the pleasure that I was giving her.
She was certainly wild about sex and now that she was completely turned on there was nothing that she would not do for me.
I slipped off her cunt and then undid my robe. My cock hung out huge and red between my legs and she took it with her fingers, caressing the head of it and then along the whole shaft until I was hard and fit to burst.
"Come on, lover," she said. "Show me what you can do."
And I did.
I rammed my cock right into her cunt. She gave a gasp of pleasure and delight and she thrust her cunt even harder against "me until I was buried all the way to the balls in that delicious meat. It was wonderful and I started to buck in and out of her harder and harder until I was about to come.
She came twice before I did.
She was very hot and very sensitive down there and the slightest provocation would set her off again and again.
It was one of the wildest fucks that I had ever had.
She was certainly a much better lover that my wife was. She knew how to handle herself in bed and she knew how to treat a man's cock.
Her cunt muscles would tighten again and again around the shaft of my cock and she would almost squeeze the life out of it until I thought she would break the stupid thing.
But it felt wonderful nonetheless.
It was the greatest feeling in the world and I could not get enough of that little tart. Her smile never faded from her face throughout the entire event and she would do things to me to make me hotter and hotter.
Her hands would run all over my body and she would tease and play with my asshole as I fucked into her again and again.
My blood gorged prick finally gave out and I came into her with a shuddering climax that left me limp and too weak to move. It was heavenly and I really loved the way she fucked me.
I needed her after that and I decided to keep her on as long as my wife never discovered what were up to.
That was a chore in itself.
We fucked every day until my wife came back and after that it was only in the evenings when I could get away from my wife that we would screw.
She showed me so many things about fucking and especially about anal fucking.
I discovered later that she was an anal enthusiast and would insist that I fuck her seventeen-year-old asshole each time we fucked.
I also discovered that I had a definite penchant for anal intercourse. Her tight little buns would make me hard and stiff as soon as I saw them naked and waiting before me. My cock would respond with an automatic hard-on every time that I noticed her ass cheeks.
And she certainly approved.
She would spread her ass cheeks for me when she was down in the doggy position and look back at me and smile.
"Come on in," she would laugh and say to me.
The luscious sight was too good to pass up. I could never resist her allure and the allure of her asshole.
I became a real ass fucker after that.
But only her ass had a way of turning me on like that. Actually only the asses of very young girls could do that to me. Other from that I never went for the asses of older women or women my age. Only those tight little asses of young girls could do that to me.
When it came to anal intercourse that little hussy was something truly to be admired. There was a strange quality about her that was something to behold.
I am sure that if I had been younger or she a little older I would definitely have left my wife for her.
As it was I could not.
My wife and I had been together too long to do anything about this but keep it on the side and hope that she would never find out.
We are creatures born of habit, doctor. Don't you think?
Once we set our patterns and do certain things in a certain way then it becomes ever more difficult to try and change things.
I am of the opinion that marriage should be done away with completely. We should abandon the old restraints and break into a brave new world of sensual adventure and pleasure where nothing but the thrill of the moment counts and nothing but what we need and feel comes across to the people with which we are making love.
I feel that some day perhaps we will be able to do that.
But as things stand now I feel that I must stay with my wife no matter what happens. That little girl is always around when I need her kind of loving and she certainly appreciates the little things that I give her. The little gifts are my way of showing her that I care for her in other than a simply sexual way.
Her ass though, is something that is incredibly exciting and I find myself dreaming about her many times during the course of my day.
I was told by a friend of mine that things like this should not happen unless I am willing to take the consequences of my actions. I am willing to do that but I fear that Debbie will never be a permanent part of my life. She will only be around for a little while and after that she will get herself a younger man. A man that will be able to take care of her the way she deserves.
The last time I was with her she showed me something really wild. While I was fucking her ass she produced and dildo from her pocketbook and instructed me to shove it up her cunt at the same time.
It was so thrilling to do that to her lithe young body that I felt as if I were coming in gallons when I did. I drained myself into her and gave her all the fucking that she could possibly use.
As I rasped my cock in and out of her asshole I also did the same with the dildo in and out of her cunt.
She loved that. She said that it was like two cocks fucking her at the same time. To tell you the truth it was one of the most exciting things that I had ever experienced in my whole life.
I felt as though everything were coming out of me and shooting into her. My brain felt as if it were popping out of my skull.
It was so good that I did not want to go home that night but rather stay there all night with her.
I was certain that if I did that, though, my wife would suspect something and perhaps put an end to my adventures with Debbie.
CONCLUSION
It is a crime to see a marriage where one party cannot tell the other party of their sexual wishes. He felt it impossible to tell his wife that he wanted anal intercourse and was therefore only able to satisfy his lust with the younger woman.
I counseled him to tell his wife and see what she would say.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject: Sarah T. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Sometimes people tend to use sex for reasons other than purely sexual satisfaction, and such is the case of Sarah T.
Sarah had found through experience that by using sex, she could get dates with the boys in school. She doesn't realize, however, that this will ultimately bring about her being used as a school slut. Nobody will have any respect for this unfortunate girl. They will merely use her for the pleasure she can give them.
I will let her tell her own story, though, and let the reader decide for himself which course is best for her to take.
Here then is the transcript of our first interview.
"I suppose you know all about what I done. I guess that's why they sent me to you, huh? Are you some kind of a sex specialist?"
(The patient is referring here to the fact that she was caught in the basement of her school performing fellatio on several of the male students. It was this that resulted in her being referred to our clinic for treatment.)
"Yes, I know what happened, but I'd much rather you described it yourself."
"What's there to describe? If you know what happened, you know it all."
"That's not true, Sarah. Very often we know what a person does, but before we can help, we need to know the reasons why."
"You wouldn't understand!"
"How do you know?"
"Because, well, you're a man, that's why."
"Does that mean I won't understand?"
"Men don't understand anything. All they understand is, well, you know."
"Sarah, you're going to have to tell me what it is that you're thinking about. I can't read your mind, and I can't help you unless you confide in me."
"Okay, what is it you want to know?"
"Everything."
"You're really going to put me through the mill, aren't you?"
"It's the only way to set things straight."
"You say you know that I went down on those boys in the boiler room?"
"Yes, I read the report. Did you enjoy it?"
"I don't know."
"You must have some feelings about it."
"I guess I enjoyed it or else I wouldn't have done it."
"You guess, or you know?"
"You're mixing me up."
"I don't think so. I think you're just not sure of the way you feel."
"Well, how am I supposed to find out how I feel?"
"Tell me about it. From the beginning. Tell me everything that happened and why. Together we can find the reasons, all right?"
"Everything? Do I have to?"
"I'm afraid so."
"All right then, I have to tell you about Vinny."
(She went on in detail, and I sat back and listened.)
Vinny is the guy that every girl dreams about. He's got everything-looks, brains, personality-he's real tall, Doctor, about six feet, and he's got blond hair and blue eyes and more girls than you can count on your fingers.
All you have to do is take a look at me. Dig this baby fat I got and you will understand why Vinny's not about to single me out of the crowd. Heck, with all those skinny girls hanging around him, he probably never even noticed me.
I don't know why I did it, but one day I just decided that I had to have a date with him. Can you imagine that? Me, chubby, applying for a date with the captain of the basketball team?
I started to play up to him. Make with the jokes and the big smiles and give him lots and lots of attention, I figured.
He treated me like a sister. He even used to kid around and call me his sister sometimes. I think that was the biggest slap in the face of all.
Anyhow, I figured one day that the only way I was going to get Vinny to take me out was to let him screw me. And to let him know about it beforehand.
Let me tell you, Doctor, it's not easy for a girl. Especially a girl who doesn't know beans about sex, to practically spell it out for a boy when she's ready to let him make her. But, like I told you, I was desperate. I just had to have a little attention from that guy. So, I managed to get my message across.
At first, Vinny thought I was kidding when I sort of hinted around about the two of us parking the car someplace some night.
I guess I blushed like crazy until I managed to get my point across. But I did get it across, believe you me!
Before he ever came to pick me up at the house, he knew that I was willing to let him get inside my pants.
The first part of that date was the happiest night .of my life. Of course Vinny wasn't about to call for me and drive me up to the nearest lover's lane. He had to go through the motions first. Just like he would with any girl that he took out.
For the first time of my life, I was really living. I didn't believe it was the same girl that I'd known all my life. Out at the movies where everybody could see us, clinging to the arm of Vinny. Then, afterwards at the soda shop with all those people from school whispering and glancing in our direction, let me tell you, Doctor, it was pure heaven.
But then the time came to pay for my fun.
We left the soda shop and I could feel the tension building up between us. Vinny started talking a lot, and real fast, which wasn't like him at all. We both knew what he was thinking. Soon, just as soon as he could drive out to some dark road, it was going to happen, and to me.
I wasn't afraid, I really wasn't. When one spends half her life dreaming of a date like this, and then it's actually happening, well Doc, what can I tell you. It was just too romantic for words.
All the way out to that Lover's Lane, I kept thinking about the movies I'd seen, and the confession stories I'd read. I'd put myself in the role of one heroine after another, but I didn't have to pretend about everything. I just looked over at Vinny and my insides began to jump around like wild. There was never such a boy, I told myself. If you can only make it once, this is the way to go!
It didn't take too long for Vinny to find a place to park. I guess he had a whole list from long experience. The next thing I knew, the motor was off, the lights were off, and he was moving toward me.
The minute he kissed me, I felt the skyrockets go off inside my head. I was so excited, I shivered from one end to the other, and had to keep myself from clawing at him.
I'd never had a boy's tongue in my mouth.
I'd never had a boy's hand on my tits.
I'd never had a boy's knee in between my thighs, inching higher every minute.
Tonight, it was all happening, all the things
I'd missed out on.
My brain was swirling about, far above the tall trees under which we were parked in the darkness. Willingly, happily, I sank back against the cool leather car seat while Vinny kissed me long and deep, and moved his trembling fingers over the buttons of my blouse.
He cupped his hand over each tit in turn, kneading the soft flesh through the thin material of my bra. Inside the undergarment, I felt the nipples swelling and hardening and coming to a new life, a new awareness.
Reflexively, I began to move my ass. A strange, wonderful feeling began coursing through my ravaged body. Vinny's' hand was drawn downward by his own desire, underneath the hem of my skirt, and up to the inside of my thigh.
For a moment I stiffened, shocked by the touch of his fingers where no one before had ever caressed me. But soon, I forgot my modesty as Vinny's hand found the warm, damp place between my thighs, and began to rub my cunt through the cotton panties that I wore.
It seemed to go on for hours, wonderful, beautiful hours of kissing and touching and having excitement grow to new heights.
When he suggested that we get into the back seat, I just nodded and climbed around without saying anything, too breathless to speak, too excited to resist, even if I had wanted to, and believe me, that was the furthest thing from my fucking mind.
He took my clothes off and made me stretch out naked on the back seat. I burned with shame as his eyes moved over my body, but I remembered what I had promised him and I was determined to go through with it.
He touched my tits, my nipples, the soft triangle of hair between my thighs.
Again, I began to lose myself with excitement, but then, suddenly and unexpectedly, he tried to put his finger into me, and I jumped.
"What's the matter?" he asked, somewhat surprised.
"Nothing," I lied.
"You sure of that?"
"Yes."
"That's good, baby. I wouldn't want things to be spoiled now."
His words were almost like a threat, a thinly veiled threat. I knew that I'd better cooperate, or else he would leave me, desert me, humiliate me, and bring me more pain than I could bear.
I lay quiet and passive, as Vinny pulled off his own clothes. It wasn't until I caught a glimpse of his .cock sticking out from the base of his belly, all stiff and hard, that I began to get uncomfortable.
It was big, so long and thick! I knew where he meant to shove it. I knew what he was going to do with it.
Inside me, I turned ice cold with fear.
I clenched my teeth, and tried not to give way to the panic that was building up inside of me. As Vinny crawled in between my legs, and lifted my knees from behind, I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my cunt, and spreading the outer lips as it wedged its way inside.
I closed my eyes and had to bite down hard as the pain increased. I heard myself grunting deep in my throat, my spine turning to steel.
I couldn't help it, the scream had jumped past my lips before I could stop it
"What the hell's the matter with you."
"I can't, I can't," I cried. "Forgive me, Vinny, I just can't."
"Sonovabitch," he snapped, pulling away from me. "You're nothing but a shit-headed cockteaser."
"I'm not, Vinny, I'm not. I wasn't trying to tease you. I meant to let you get into me, I just can't stand the pain, but I do want to make you happy. I don't want you to be mad at me."
The smile came back to his face, and a new kind of gleam was slashing in his big, beautiful eyes. "Do you really mean that?"
"Yes," I said, drying the tears with the back of my hand. "I'd do anything for you, Vinny, anything at all."
"Okay," he said, his mouth twisting up into a smile, "eat me."
I blinked.
"Don't you know what I'm talking about?" he asked, kind of perturbed at my lack of sexual education.
"No, Vinny, I don't."
"Well, I'll show you."
I saw that our time for the first interview was running out, so I asked Sarah if she could come back the next day to complete her story about her and Vinny. Reluctantly, she agreed.
INTERVIEW TWO
The next day, Sarah was right on time, which pleased me quite a bit. I had a feeling that she might not even show up at all.
After she lit a cigarette, and I read the last page of her transcript from the day before, she continued with her story.
So anyway, Vinny sat down on the seat, and lifted his swollen cock up into plain sight.
"Take it into your mouth," he told me, and I knew that he meant it, I shuddered, staring at the thing, unable to rip my gaze from the gigantic, awesome sight of his dong.
"C'mon, quit stalling."
I moved forward.
"like you mean it!" he growled. "You said you'd do anything. Come on, Sarah, suck on it."
"Do the other girls do that to you?" I aksed.
"Nope," said Vinny, "they don't have the guts. They'll let me screw them but there ain't one who'll give me a good blow job."
"You'd really like that, right?"
"You bet, baby. I'd like that one hell of a lot."
The thought that at last I could do something that no other girl would do, that I could please Vinny like no one else had pleased him was all I needed to overcome my fear. I leaned forward the rest of the way and took the tip of his cock into my mouth.
He showed me how to do it, how to slide my lip up and down the length of his shaft, how to swirl my tongue around on his flesh to keep him wet and keep him excited.
Suddenly, Vinny twisted his ringers into my hair and held me down there. Groaning with passion, he bucked his hips upwards very rapidly, shoving the tip of his cock way down into my fucking throat. I had to gag!
He came inside my mouth, filling me with his hot, salty liquid. I had to swallow fast, to keep from dribbling down my chin, because he just wouldn't stop. It was as if he had gallons of the stuff inside him.
Even while he was doing this, while I was being forced to kneel over his spurting prick, I felt good inside.
I was pleased with myself, content I had given pleasure. I knew that, I could hear it, I could feel it in his body. I could sense it. I had given him pleasure and maybe now, a little bit of him would belong to me, just maybe!
That's the way it happened, Doctor, only Vinny didn't belong to me. I belonged to him, and to all of his friends.
"What do you mean, belonged," I asked.
"Well, the word got around. I was an easy mark. Vinny told the guys that if they wanted a good time, all they had to do was take me out to a movie or for a soda, and then head for the nearest dark road.
"How did you feel about this?"
"I didn't mind too much. After all, I was very popular all of a sudden. Every time some guy wanted a blow job, he'd call. My Friday and Saturday nights were booked up for weeks in advance."
"And during school hours?"
"What can I tell you, Doc, I just can't resist. Every time one of those guys takes it out, I automatically open my mouth. I may not be romantic, but it sure beats being lonesome."
Trying to keep an objective look on my face, I once again, sat back and listened to her continue her story.
like I really got it made, now, Doc. You know I never have to be without a date for as long as I can use my mouth.
It may not seem like a lot to some girl that's always had dates because she was good-looking or something. But to me, it means the whole world.
It means survival in a world where everybody else is skinny and good-looking but where fat people don't have a snowball's chance in hell.
Besides, it got to the point, where I really liked it. I really do love to go down on men. I do now, even if they don't take me out. Just the thought of having that juicy cock inside my mouth makes me hot between the legs.
I even got to go down on one of my brother's friends. He's a lot older than most of the boys in school. He did it to me just the other night. Nobody knows about' this, not even my brother. But I suppose that I can tell you because you won't tell anybody, will you?
No, I didn't think you would.
Well, it was like this. I was home alone, and Ben, my brother's friend came along asking for him.
I told Ben that Tim wasn't home, but that if he wanted to wait for half an hour, he'd be back from the store or wherever the hell he went.
Ben had never paid much attention to me before, but for some reason that night, he decided he wanted to be very friendly with me.
He came over and sat next to me on the couch, and we were just talking like we usually did. I sort of always thought of him like an older brother, like Tim, or something like that. But that night, he put his arms around me, and started to play with the back of my ear and my neck.
His touch sent shivers up and down my spine, and I felt like I wanted to go further with him. You know, I felt like I wanted to suck his cock all of a sudden.
This was very strange and new to me. It was the first time that I realized that I had the power to turn on any boy that I wanted. I could suck any cock in the world.
This opened up a whole new world to me.
Here I was with this older guy, and I was sure, from the way that he was acting, that he wanted me to suck him, or at least be willing to let me if the chance came up.
I got so excited at the possibilities that I lost my head. As he was teasing and playing with the back of my neck and my ears, I put my hand down and grabbed his cock through the material of his pants.
He jumped and almost couldn't believe what was really happening.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked me.
"I was just playing with your cock," I said.
"When did you learn to do that?" he asked.
"None of your business," I told him.
"Well, if you really want, I sure as hell ain't gonna stop you," he said to me and bucked his hips up to show me that he was more than willing.
There was this big smile of disbelief on his face, mingled with pleasure.
He was really happy and I could tell that he was more than willing to let me do anything I wanted to do.
I could smell his cock even before I got it completely out of his pants. He was smelly but in a nice kind of way. He smelled like a man, and I really liked that smell a hell of a lot.
I pulled his stiff prick out, all red and wet from that little bit of come that they produce when they get hot and stiff.
I pulled it out into the air and as soon as I had my lips around it, he let out a cry of pleasure that shot through the whole fucking apartment.
I was afraid that some of the neighbors might hear him, it was so fucking loud.
My mouth worked on his shaft longer and longer, giving him all the pleasure that he wanted and he was really happy about that. I could see that his balls were thick and hairy, churning around in the sac.
I loved to watch them balls. I love to see them get tight and hard, just before a guy comes. It's one of the nicest things that I've ever seen.
It really does a number on my head and gets me going even hard and sweeter. That's what he called me. He called me the sweetest little cocksucker that he ever ran into.
I took that as a compliment, not a rebuke.
I went down harder and swifter on him, running my teeth up under the little ridge at the head of the cock. He really liked that. I bit and nibbled at the cock a little harder, and I got the feeling that he liked that kind of almost rough treatment on his cock.
Some boys really like that, Doc. I knew from experience.
He bucked and strained his hips, putting his hands on the back of my head, and pushing my mouth harder and harder on that thick shaft of his.
It was really exciting and I knew that there was going to be an awful lot of hot, boiling come from his balls. He looked like the kind of guy that would have a lot of come.
I got to be good at that after awhile. I can tell how much come a guy will have just by looking at his balls, and seeing how excited he gets when I suck him off.
And believe me, he had big fucking balls!
I ran my tongue down to his sac, licking and pulling at his balls, making sure that every part of them was covered with spit and hot saliva, and that everything was wet and slick from my mouth.
I heard him grunt and gasp above me, felt his hands on the top of my head, and knew that he was having a great time up there. I was having a great time myself.
I know what to do and I do it right, for damn sure.
My tongue slipped down into his piss hole, bringing a slight cry of pain and pleasure out of him, making him buck and gyrate under my mouth.
His body was getting tense and tight, his legs stretched out in front of him, and flexing with the tension that was shooting through him.
I knew that he was going to come soon. He had all the signs of it in his body and on his face.
I started running my mouth up and down along the sides of his beautiful cock shaft. The saliva continued to pour freely out of my mouth, as I finally descended over the top of his quivering cock head.
He really moaned out as I started sliding my hot lips and tongue furiously up and down over his long, thick cock shaft.
I must admit, Doc, that this cock was the biggest I had sucked up to that point, and it wasn't exactly easy getting it all in.
It took quite a stretch of my eager mouth to get the whole fucker inside my lips, but I finally did, and then I really went down on him.
He grabbed hold of my head, and began pushing me up and down, not that he needed to, but in a way, it just added all the more excitement to the already highly stimulating blow job I was administering to him.
Up and down I went, each stroke of my sucking mouth bringing him obviously closer and closer to orgasm. I knew for sure now, that it wouldn't be long at all before he was gushing a never-ending stream of my favorite liquid out of his prick and bursting down into my willing, sucking young throat.
I couldn't wait until he shot.
Believe me, I didn't have long to wait at all, and when it did come, I was anything but disappointed.
His come was thick and creamy, sloshing around inside my mouth, running over my gums and my teeth, and then finally slipping down my gulping throat.
So much of his fucking come came flying out of the tip of his swollen and throbbing cock head that I couldn't manage to swallow every drop of it, and it spewed out over my lips and began running down my cheeks.
This just got the both of us all the hotter. I licked my lips with lewd slurping sounds, as I continued to suck him to completion.
I can't believe how excited all the boys get when I swallow their come. They think I'm doing something really far out and really freaky.
They buck and grind and want to watch you swallow that come as if it were some sort of shit, or something. The thing they don't realize is that girls like to swallow come. It makes them feel good. That's why we do it.
Anyway, he and I sort of went out a few times after that, but it turned into the same thing that was happening in school with the other boys.
All he wanted was for me to go down on him.
That was all right with me, though. I don't mind it at all. I sort of like it.
You see, I guess I've gotten into a rut. I am perfectly happy to blow any good-looking cock that comes my way. The more the merrier, Doc. The more the merrier!
CONCLUSION
I find Sarah's case a sad one, indeed.
Here is a misguided young girl who finds herself in a situation for which she is ill-equipped, and unprepared.
Her social pressure is so great that she must use oral sex as a means of making sure that she has boyfriends to take her out on dates.
This is a very common occurrence and one which is almost classic in its implications.
What she should actually have done was lose the excess weight she had, make herself pretty, and then make herself interesting enough so that boys will want to go out with her for herself, rather than for what they can derive from her sexually.
I instructed her to check back periodically with me, and also gave her the name of a good doctor to help her with her weight problem.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Subject: Bonnie A. Age: Twenty-two
INTERVIEW ONE
I have seen Bonnie's case many times in the past. Although it may sound unique at first, I have seen it before. Always, as with a widowed mother who married again, the daughter finds herself in this position.
The step-father will invariably vent some sort of sexual desire upon the young daughter.
With most people the ill effects disappear with time. But with this patient, they seemed to have had a permanent change. She cannot now function in a normal, sexual manner and must be gratified orally. This is her story.
I guess I'm what you doctors call a slow developer. I was sixteen before I got my first period, and my body started to change into the shape of a woman. I really didn't know very much about sex until then, but let me tell you, I learned fast.
Mom was a waitress in a diner. I don't know if you've ever lived in the country, Doctor, but the kids there aren't like your city teenagers. They got to help around the house, and do chores and contribute their share.
I suppose everything was all right, until Mom decided to get married again. Sure, I wished her all kinds of good luck, and even acted real nice to Gregg, her husband-to-be, but inside, I was burning.
I'd hoped that the jealousy would wear off, and I'd get used to the situation, but as time went by, things only kept on getting worse, and worse, until I was at my fucking wits' end.
Looking back on it now, I realize of course that I was very competitive with my mother, but at the time, all I knew was that I felt rotten.
About three months after Gregg and Mom had gotten married, things started to change.
Gregg started to pay attention to me, in a special kind of way.
I suppose I should have realized what was going on right from the start, but I really wasn't thinking along those lines at that time. I should have been.
The first thing I noticed was that he started coming home from work early in the afternoon. I didn't mind that at all, because Mom was never home to greet me after school.
It was nice to have someone around to talk to.
Then, he started buying me little things, presents, like perfume, then not-so-little presents like dresses and high-heeled shoes. Finally, .one afternoon, he presented me with a sheer nightgown.
This certainly should have given me a clue.
"Oh, Gregg," I said, wide-eyed with surprise and delight as I pulled the see-through garment out of its wrappings.
He smiled and kind of shrugged at me. "How can you tell in the box? Why don't you go try it on?"
So help me, I was so naive, I didn't realize what he was up to. Giggling with excitement, I rushed to my room, took off all my clothes, and slipped into the baby-doll nightie.
The sight of myself in the mirror stopped me short. I gaped, open-mouthed at the sight of my own breasts, high and full, clearly visible through the thin material of the gown. I was as good as naked. The material concealed nothing. On the contrary, I seemed to be more exposed than if I had no clothes on at all. It was strange.
As I was staring at my own reflection, a sudden movement caught my eye. There, in the mirror I saw the door to my bedroom slowly opening. And there, framed in the entrance, was Gregg.
I gulped and tried to cover myself with my hands, but it was no use. I just didn't have enough hands.
"That's okay, sugar, you don't have to hide anything from me. We're family now, remember?"
I was beet red, and too shook up to talk.
Gregg took advantage of my embarrassed silence to hurry across the room, and walk directly behind me. Smiling into the mirror at me, he slipped his arms around my body, and cupped my breasts with his fingers.
I gasped and shivered with confusion. I must admit, mixed with the fear was a strange sort of delight. "Gregg, don't," I murmured, frightened and bewildered.
He kissed the side of my neck, and started to massage my nipples through the thin gown. Immediately, the little buds of flesh stood up hard and stiff and waves of excitement ran through my body.
"Don't worry, baby," Gregg rasped in my ear. "I'll take care of you. I'll take care of you real good."
He wasn't kidding, either. It didn't take very much for him to get me on the bed, all steamed up. When his fingers slid up my thigh and started to fondle the sensitive lips of my vagina, I groaned aloud and turned to putty.
It wasn't until he started to undress and I saw his huge cock, erect and frightening, that I regained my senses.
"No," I cried, as he crawled in between my legs, and attempted to lodge himself within me. "Don't Gregg. I'm scared. I don't want to get in trouble."
He stopped moving for a moment, and looked me straight in the eye. I guess my expression must have told him that I meant business, because he stopped what he had been doing and grinned at me, real easy.
"Okay, love," he said, moving backward on the bed, and laying down flat on his stomach. "I won't get you in trouble. I'll show you a good time, the safe way."
I had no idea what he intended to do. But it took only a minute for me to find out. Gregg dug his fingers into the flesh at the insides of my thighs, spread me wide, and began to kiss the outside of my cunt. Slowly, his tongue snaked out to lap at the sensitive lips.
I gasped with arousal, and arched my back, offering myself up to his busy mouth.
As soon as he saw that I wasn't going to resist him any more, he got to work in earnest.
Digging his fingers in. behind my knees, he lifted my legs high in the air and lapped at my flesh with his hot, wet tongue.
The more he touched me, the hotter I got My tits were hard with excitement. The nipples were throbbing and aching, just begging for attention.
The best feeling of all was down there, down between my legs where Gregg was nibbling at my cunt.
I began to writhe on the bed, like a mad woman, as he continued his pursuit of my pussy. My head was spinning and my breathing was getting heavier and heavier by the minute.
He ran his tongue all the way down my cleft, from the top of my pubic bone almost to my anus. The saliva dripping from his mouth mingled with the flow from my own body, and I could feel it dripping to the sheets.
But I didn't care, not about anything but the wonderful feeling I had. All of a sudden, I felt good again. The loneliness was gone, the jealousy, the resentment-all of it was a thing of the past.
I was enjoying myself with no fear of complications, or at least that was what I thought at the time.
After awhile, my hips started to jerk up rapidly, then up and down rhythmically, of their own accord. I could feel the tension growing by leaps and bounds inside of me, strengthening toward the moment of climax.
I could feel Gregg's lips becoming more and more determined as they shot in and out of my cunt hole with faster and faster determination.
I rocked and rocked on the bed, shoving my snatch down in the direction of his open and sucking mouth. I wanted to get the full pleasure of his endeavors, the full realization of the thrust of his love-yearning wet, saliva-coated tongue.
His wet slippery muscle shot up into my snatch hole, swirled around, tickling my clit and driving me out of my fucking mind, with desire, then it would pull out again almost as quickly as it had entered.
I thought I was going to lose my fucking mind. My feelings were so outrageous. I was beginning to realize why my mother was always spending so much time with her boyfriends, and now, especially, with Gregg.
He was a hot lover, all right. And I could just picture my mother lying on the bed, just like I was then, and rocking and reeling to the great oral attention that this hot super-hung stud was giving her.
Gregg was something else, all right, and for the present, he was like the greatest sedative in the world. I didn't have a worry on my mind, nothing but the blissful pleasure of enjoying the great man's attention to my yearning and burning snatch.
I reached down and grabbed hold of his hair with my hands, and started jerking his face on and off my pussy.
Now mind you, Doc, it certainly wasn't that Gregg needed any encouragement to eat me out. No, he was doing okay in that department all by himself.
It was just that the extra added thrill of being slightly on the rough side, forcing his head on and off my bubbling snatch, gave me all the more excitement.
From the moaning and groaning that began to emanate from Gregg's mouth, as I grabbed his hair and forcefully shoved his face deeper and deeper into my open and drooling snatch, he was liking it too.
I was happy that I was able to please him, because he was certainly pleasing me.
With every thrust of his burning tongue, my pleasure increased by leaps and bounds.
I could tell that it wouldn't be long before I enjoyed my first orgasm. I could feel my whole body begin to tense as the quivering began down at the back of my spinal cord, and worked its way steadily throughout my entire body.
I was losing my virginity in the most pleasant of ways.
And then, all of a sudden, I heard my own voice, screaming for Gregg to do it faster and harder, while my body rocked violently in the midst of my first, and incredibly erotic orgasm.
They say that the first time is always the hardest, and I guess maybe that's true, because after that day my whole life changed, and sex was a cinch.
My tremendous orgasm with Gregg really introduced me into the wonderful world of sexual bliss.
The come came pouring out of my snatch, and I heard loud gurgling sounds as Gregg gulped and lapped all of my come up with his eager mouth.
He didn't let a single drop of my precious fluids spill onto the bed below. He cleaned me out, but good, taking in every single ounce of the gooey spunk.
I shook so hard as I was coming that I thought the fucking bed was going to break. But, finally, the orgasm subsided, and Gregg stopped lapping and licking my gushing snatch and it was over.
Gregg and I got together every chance we could. All I'd have to do was come into the house when he was there and Mom wasn't, and there'd be that look in his eye.
He had a way of sliding his tongue across his lower lip and smiling that made me get the shivers all over. To this day, all I have to do is look at a man's tongue and I start to wet my panties.
Gregg showed me lots of things-lots of ways that a guy can use his mouth on a girl. I liked what he taught me. liked it, because it was not only pleasurable, but safe.
I guess he must have respected me in a way, because he never tried to force me to fuck with him in the normal way. As long as I would lay on the bed with my legs open, Gregg was happy, and so was I.
Of course, he began to beat his own meat as I would start coming, and then shoot his own gush of good life fluids all over my bared bottom, or against my snatch, mingling with my own juices.
He would really come like a fucking mad man, and I knew that I was really giving him pleasure. He was reaching incredibly high heights of physical and emotional enjoyment while making love to me.
It went on for quite a while like that, and
Mom never got wise, and of course, I never got into trouble.
I had no idea that anything was the matter with me, until I left home and came to this city. I got a job and a nice apartment, and I thought that everything was going to work out swell. , Then I started dating, and the problems really began. i
I noticed that our time was just about up, and since I had another patient due any moment, I asked Bonnie if she would come back the following week and continue her story. She said she would be happy to.
INTERVIEW TWO
Bonnie arrived a little early, and since I was free, we went right to work.
Here then is the transcript of that conversation during our second interview.
Well, Doc, I guess Harry was the first problem. We'd been seeing each other for a month, and it was starting to look kind of serious. Then, he tried to make me come to bed with him.
I did the best I could, really, but I just couldn't help myself. As soon as I saw his prick coming toward me, all stiff and ready for fucking, I got hysterical.
Harry was patient, but not for long. Eventually he demanded an explanation for my refusal to have sex with him.
When I'd finished talking to him, Harry got red-faced and called me all kinds of names. He said I was a pervert, and a tramp. He said that he never wanted to have anything to do with me after that.
I've gone out with other men, Doctor, lots of them. Sure, there are those fellows who will go along with my desires. Some of them even get a big charge out of licking my cunt and clit until I have an orgasm. But sooner or later, they all want the real thing.
They all want to shove their huge cocks up my tight little pussy.
And that's what's got me worried now. I don't know if I'll ever be able to let a man put his prick inside of me. The more I think about it, the worse I feel. I can't help it, I'm frightened.
Look, Doctor, I'm twenty-two already. And I'm not getting any younger. What do you think? Is it possible that I'm ever going to meet a man who'll be content just to use his tongue instead of his cock on me?
Well, after I left you the last time, I went home and tried something that IVe never tried before. I know it's strange a girl my age had never finger-fucked herself, but it's true.
I knew that the time to try it was at hand, Doctor. I hoped it would help my mental and physical state of mind, know what I mean?
So, out of desperation, I guess you might say, I started finger-fucking myself, just about every night. I would turn off the lights and then start rubbing my cunt with my fingertips.
I would start real slow and sensual, just teasing my cunt a little with my fingers. I would just tweak it until it was hard and rigid.
That way I would build myself up to such a terrific climax that I would cream all over the fucking bed.
While I shoved my finger up my rapidly moistening pussy, I would think of Gregg and all the times that he had gone down on me, sucking out my twat, as if it were the last twat in the whole fucking world.
He was one of the best cunt-lappers that I ever had. IVe had a few in the city, but most of them do it as sort of a favor to you. They don't really get into it the way Gregg did, when he used to suck on my cunt.
He would part the lips and look all the way up me, and then start licking slow and sensual, letting his tongue hang out all the way and taking great big swipes at my cunt and clit.
It was one of the best things that ever happened to me and I guess that it sort of spoiled me for everything and everyone else.
There was really nothing I could do about it. I was hooked on that cunt-lapping technique and nothing could bring me out of it
I would continue to think of beautiful Gregg, and his great hot, wet tongue sliding in and out of my snatch with snake-like precision, and at the same time I would continue shoving my own finger in and out of my love hole, furiously, each stroke of my thin, stiff little appendage bringing me just that much closer to my orgasm.
Sometimes I would grab hold of my nipples with one hand, while the other was ramming in and out of my hole with furiously determined effort.
I would squeeze my nipples, making them get stiffer and stiffer until I thought I was going to scream, the excitement was so extraordinary.
As I kept on squeezing my nipples, I would keep the steady and increasing rhythm of my finger-fucking going furiously, until I would finally have to give into my body, and let my come flow out freely.
I would usually come a hell of a lot during these private finger-fucking sessions, and I felt very relieved afterwards.
I thought that I had at last found a way to cure my fear of being fucked, at least temporarily.
It wasn't the same, though, not by a long shot.
Fucking was just a big fucking drag to me after awhile. I could never see just fucking. It would bore the living shit out of me.
But lapping, man, that's a different story. . I'd even pay a guy for a good suck job. I tell you, there's nothing like getting the old snatch worked over by a talented, and strong tongue, from an eager young stud, or an old stud, for that matter. Just as long as the tongue was a killer, that was all I was interested in.
There was one, I guess only one really good cunt-lapper that I met here in town. His name is Jim. The reason he was a good cunt-lapper was basically because he was such a good all-around fuck, that he practically swooped any girl right off her feet and right into bed.
He used to do things with his mouth and teeth that would leave me almost too weak to move, and I'm not exaggerating one bit, Doctor.
His tongue was like a fiery poker, always ready, always hot to please. He really knew what turned a girl on and he used it.
He would crouch down between my legs, spread my pussy wide, and then lick at the red, tender meat right at the entrance to my snatch.
In a way, he almost worshipped cunt. That's the way it looked like to me from where I'd be laying.
He'd lick that cunt of mine until I was sore and red from it, and then he'd do me some more, just like he had just begun or something.
He was too fucking much.
His tongue would dart in and out of me real fast, and hurried, and then he'd settle down to slow lapping, like he was eating ice cream or something.
like I just said, he was too fucking much.
The reason that he was such a good lapper, I guess, was because he really liked the taste of my dribbling and oozing cunt.
He really liked the smell and the hairiness of cunt. He was a natural born cunt man, and I was sure as hell glad to have him. That's how you can tell if a guy really digs chicks. If he gets right down there and starts sucking out cunt like there's no tomorrow, then I know he's all man, at least that's the way that I tell.
He used to pull my clit into his mouth, real slow and gentle. Then when he had it in there, he would run his tongue furiously all over the tip of it, sending shivers up and down my spine like electric sparks.
I never really got it on with Jim except for once. He had my cunt in such a state of frenzy, that I naturally had this huge yearning to have my pussy stuffed full of something.
Anything would have done, really. It didn't. necessarily have to be a cock. I would have settled for a dildo, or something like that.
But his cock was the nearest available thing, and he shoved it all the way inside me.
He was the first to take me like that. He took my cherry in other words. And to tell you the truth, I wouldn't have had anybody else do it.
I remember him lowering down over me, and placing the tip of his huge rubber cock at the entrance to my snatch. It was already more than lubricated from the great sucking job he had been so feverishly administering to me, for perhaps a half hour previous.
I was hot all right, ready for anything and anyone. Jim was special. I knew that right from the start. I put myself completely in his hands, was going to let him take me. I wanted to let him fuck me until I couldn't see straight if that was what he wanted, and from the look on his face, and the sound of his heavy, erotic-breathing, that was just exactly what he did have on his mind.
He started pushing forward, but he did it slowly, almost as if he knew that I was going to have to suffer some small amount of pain from his cock.
Well, I screamed out as my cherry broke, and my warm blood oozed down and mixed with the juices that had been created from his cunt-lapping expertise.
However, as the huge cock began to fill up my cunt hole, to the brim, I might add, all I could think of was the delightful feelings I was experiencing, and the great orgasm I knew I would probably get from his prick.
I lay back and let him go to work on me.
Inch by inch he lowered his huge shaft into my gaping pussy until I felt his huge love sacs slap up against my hairy, gushy twat, and I knew that at last, all of his might love pole was buried deep up inside my pussy.
Once his cock was in to the hilt, he slowly pulled it out, and then began sending it in and out of me with the gusto that he was apparently born with.
He became a fucking savage, and he started tearing his huge dong in and out of me more and more furiously with each and every stroke.
In and out, in and out went his flying pecker. I could tell from the sounds that were coming from the both of us, that it wouldn't be long at all, before we were both gushing huge supplies of hot, gooey come.
I couldn't wait. I was all ready just from the great cunt-lapping he had given me. However, he must have been planning on fucking me, because he deliberately stopped from coming before.
Every time I would reach my orgasm at the throes of his talented tongue-muscle, he would back off, stop sucking me completely, until I relaxed a little, or at least until my orgasm had temporarily subsided.
When I thought that I would be able to withstand his outrageous pummeling, not one more second, it happened. With one might gush, we both began to come.
I shook like I had never shook before, during an orgasm, and he, too, still ramming his rod in and out of me savagely, came like a fucking geyser and shook and rocked about on top of me until I thought we were both going to go tumbling to the fucking floor.
And then, like all good things, it was over. Almost as soon as it had started, it was done-at least that was the way it seemed to me at the time.
Perhaps my life would have been different from then on, if he hadn't gone off and joined the fucking Navy, but that was what happened, and I never heard from him again.
I could just imagine him, sucking on some other bitch's cunt in some foreign country. I could just imagine him giving her all the thrills he gave me. I sort of envy her, whoever she might be.
She's got a good thing in him, and I hope she knows how the hell to treat him good.
CONCLUSION
It was obvious to me from her story that Bonnie's problem is not really one of purely physical wants and needs. Her yearning for oral play to be performed on her stems from a need to be wanted as herself, rather than for anything else.
Jim, as far as I could determine, not only gave her the physical oral sex that she craved, but he also gave her much more.
He gave her emotional stability, however short-lived.
I gathered from her conversations, that she saw in Jim the same qualities that she saw in her step-father. He represented qualities of stability and permanence, something which she had at home, but lacked in the city.
As far as I can see, then, her unique problem is one that will be solved when she meets someone that will love her and be willing to care for her. From that point on, normal sexual practices should flourish.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Subject: Mindy T. Age: Twenty
INTERVIEW ONE
Mindy had a lot of problems, but the most prominent one was that she liked to suck cock. She was a compulsive cocksucker, and even when her husband wanted to ram his cock up her cunt, she refused him and only wanted to put it in her mouth.
It was clear that she needed some sort of treatment, if she wanted to stay happily married. Her husband had the right to her any way he wanted, and as a good wife, she should never put him off when he wants to get it on.
Here then is her story, just as she told it to me.
There's just no way to stop myself, Doctor. Whenever we get worked up to the fever point, it seems there's no other outlet. Rather than assume the conventional fuck position, and have sexual intercourse, we assume a sixty-nine position, and suck each other off.
I can't explain to you how much this repulses me, how much I don't want it, but it seems to be totally out of my control. I don't want to lose Bob, but on the same hand, I don't know what I do want.
It seems the only thing I'm truly sure of is the fact that I don't want to have him screw me.
I know that I'm married, and that I have a wedding band on my finger and all, but I just don't want to lose my virginity.
There is something about a cock ramming up my cunt that scares me, that makes me feel repulsed.
Because of this fear of getting fucked, I have turned to sucking cock. Oh, at first, it was just because I could make the guy come without him having to fuck me, but now it has become and obsession with me.
All I think about is sucking cock whenever I get into bed, as if that was the only way to have sex in the entire fucking world. Sick, huh?
Well, I guess you want to know about some of my first experiences, so you can try and figure out why I'm the way I am.
Well, I'll tell you, but I don't really know what good it is going to do. I'm pretty much set in my ways, and I can't really see anything that would make me want to get fucked, even from my husband.
Actually, my first sexual experience wasn't very long ago. I guess it might seem strange to you in this day and age.
It was shortly after my eighteenth birthday. I'd been going out with this guy for almost a year, and believe me, Doctor, it was hard as hell keeping him without putting out for him.
It seems that most of the guys you meet today want one thing, and one thing only. If you're able to give it to them, they stick around, but if you're not, they go out looking for somebody who will.
At any rate, I got really involved with this guy and one night, we were out very late. We had been out with friends all evening, and had a terrific time.
We were in good spirits, and the conversation all night had a sexual overtone to it. So when we left, I guess you might say, it was on his mind.
He had tried several times before, but I wouldn't do anything more than pet, and even then I drew the line with never permitting him more than a casual feel.
I was scared.
This night, he pulled off to the side of the road, right there off the highway. He looked sad, almost like he was depressed about something.
"What's the matter?" I asked, sincerely concerned, not realizing that my refusal to have sex with him had such a strong effect. You could say I was kind of naive then.
"I don't know what's going to happen with us, Mindy." he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, to tell the truth, I'm a normal guy and I have a sex drive. You can't expect that for a whole year, I've been sitting around waiting for you to decide."
"I never knew it was so important to you."
"Come on, Mindy, let's face it. We're both adults, and sex is very important, very real."
"Well, some people can do without it, until they're married," I told him, seeing the feverish look burning in his eyes.
"Well, I'm not one of those people, and if you are, all the more power to you."
"What are you saying?" I asked.
"I'm saying that I'm not going to be able to see you any more.
Suddenly, I burst into tears.
I didn't want that, Doctor. I didn't want him to leave me because I wouldn't have sex with him. At the time, I thought I was really in love with him. I thought that he was the one I was going to end up marrying. I just couldn't stand the chance of losing him.
I reached across the seat, and pulled him close to me. "Hold me," I moaned. "Hold me tightly, please."
I guess he knew that that was the time to strike. Knew that my barriers had been weakened and so he began kissing me.
His kisses were hard, demanding and more demanding than they'd ever been before. His hand roamed all over my body, and I was too frightened to stop him. Too scared of losing him. If I didn't have sex with him tonight, I knew it would be the end.
Before I really knew what was happening, he was back behind the driver's wheel, and getting back onto the highway.
"What's the matter?" I asked, alarmed that I'd done something to upset him.
"I want to go someplace where we'll have some privacy."
I tried to think of a way out, tried to think of some excuse, but couldn't think of anything that would sound at all realistic, and so, we rode the rest of the way in silence to a roadside motel.
We went into the office, and got us a room, and he took my by the hand and directed me into a small room.
Once we were inside, he didn't waste a moment's time. He began to remove my clothing, piece by piece.
He pulled the sweater up over my head, revealing my huge tits, protruding upwards in the binding bra I was wearing.
He spun me around like I was a fucking top or something, and undid the straps of my bra. My two huge tits flung forward with one great motion, as the bra slipped down, and he unhooked it. He sighed as he got his first look at something I was sure he had wanted to see for over a year.
Actually, the more I look back on it now, the more I'm surprised he stayed with me for as long as he did. I mean, he didn't get any tail from me at all, but he did stay with me. He was a determined son of a bitch, I'll say that for him.
Well, anyway, once my tits were exposed, I saw the already large bulge in front of his tight-fitting faded levis, grow to even more outrageous proportions.
I just stared at it, as he helped me take off the rest of my clothes, until I was standing there, totally naked in the middle of the room.
He stood back from me, and took a long look at my body. I must admit, my face turned thirty shades of beet red as his burning and yearning eyes roved up and down over my naked young body.
I couldn't cover myself with my hands, because I didn't have enough hands to cover the parts of me that he was looking at so lustfully.
He decided to perform a little strip-tease for me, I guess because he was proud of his body. I found out when he undressed that he had reason to be.
Of course, I knew that he was well-built and solid, just from hugging him, but I had no idea that he had the muscles he had, and then, when I saw his cock, well that was really a surprise.
Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor. The dim lighting from the hotel room made his muscles glisten.
He had one of these classic wash-board stomachs, and I must admit I was getting quite excited as I watched him.
However, when he finally wiggled out of his almost obscenely tight Levis, and tore off his underpants, and I got my first look at the love pole that was standing out from his hairy crotch like a fucking telephone pole, well the mere thought of that fucking thing coming anywhere near my tight little unused pussy scared the living shit out of me, believe you me, Doctor, it really did.
He started massaging his already huge cock, and it kept on growing. I guess the thing must have been a fucking foot long, at least it looked that big to me. I never thought that men's cocks were that big, and the sight of it really scared me. I didn't know what to do.
I wanted to go running and screaming from the room, but I was too scared to even move. I just stood there, quivering, not taking my eyes off his huge dong for a single second.
I could feel my pussy tingling, but it wasn't from excitement, believe you me. It was because I was thinking what pain I would have to go through if I let him shove his huge dong up my tight, virgin pussy.
I was in a sorry state of mental fear, and didn't see any way out ,of it. I didn't want to lose him, but I was determined not to let him fuck me. Not a very pleasant frame of mind.
He walked towards me, and put his arms slowly around my neck. As he pulled me close to his feverish body, and our chests met, all I could think of was the huge cock that was so persistently rubbing up against my pussy.
It felt like a fucking telephone pole, and I knew right then and there that there was no way he was going to get that monstrous piece of manly flesh up into my tight little snatch.
My need for him was so great that I would have done anything he wanted me to do, anything except let him fuck me, and I knew that was the primary thing that was occupying his young and very horny mind.
He eased me back toward the mattress, and let me down gently onto it, quickly joining me, spreading his long muscular torso out over my quivering flesh.
I was trying to be cool, to not let him know how frightened I was, and at least for the moment, it was working. He had a big grin on his face, and it was getting bigger every second, just like his damned prick.
I must admit, I began to get somewhat excited, as a matter-of-fact, more excited than I had been before. I wanted to give him what he needed. I wanted to make him come, but just not the way that he had on his mind.
Something was holding me back.
His lips moved onto my mouth, and began kissing me feverishly. He tasted sweet, and I opened my mouth willingly and let his long tongue enter my mouth cavity.
Our tongues met in a furiously energetic volley of passion. The juices began to flow freely between us, and that excited me all the more.
In no time, I had my arms around him, pulling his muscular frame tighter and tighter into mine.
His cock was wedged against my pussy, coming all the way up to my fucking belly button. It was some shaft all right, for damn sure.
He began to lower his body down over mine, letting his busy tongue swirl all around my skin, letting the hot saliva that had accumulated in his mouth from our feverish kissing episode, slide out, covering my burning skin.
He stopped when he got to my neck and began kissing me there passionately. I writhed about on the hot bed, grinding around like a mad woman, as he began to heat up my body more and more with his expert love-making techniques.
I saw unfortunately that the time was up. I knew that her story was getting kind of involved, and instead of cutting her off right in the middle, I decided that it would be better to ask her to come back in two days to complete her story. She said she would be happy to.
INTERVIEW TWO
After reading her a little bf her previous statement, she took up right where she left off.
Well, Doctor, as I was saying, this guy really knew how to sock it to me. He was kissing my neck so passionately I thought I was going to lose my fucking mind.
Actually, for a short time, he even made me forget about my overpowering fear of his prick. I was so wrapped up in the eroticism coursing through my body at his oral attention, I just lay back and enjoyed it, and let all the ugly and disturbing thoughts that I had been experiencing prior to this eroticism, slip far out of my mind.
Down and down he went on my body, until his mouth and hot, wet tongue were making large circles around my tits. He would slip and slide back and forth across the valley that my deep cleavage made.
With each and every swoop, I got just that more excited, and the thought of his ramrod of a prick entering me slipped just that much further from my mind.
The circles he was making around my tits got smaller and smaller, until he closed right in on my nipples.
I gasped as his hot saliva-filled mouth cavity shot over my nipples, and began teasing them with his tongue, biting on them just slightly, making them get stiff and making them feel highly erotic.
I was almost beginning to feel that sex could truly be great, that all my worrying was in vain, that I should just enjoy this quite natural phenomenon to the fullest without worrying about being hurt.
He really liked my huge tits, and he should. They are quite nice. He spent a long time lapping and kissing them, never seeming to want to leave that erotic zone on my young, tender body.
But finally, he began to go lower once again, and I knew that the time to get down to the nitty gritty of the little adventure was at hand.
His lips moved lower, inching their way closer and closer to my quivering cunt, until at last I felt his tongue on my slit.
At first, he just licked the outer orifice tenderly, almost teasingly.
He licked away at my pussy lips, spreading them gently with his protruding tongue, and then began toying with my clit.
Finally, without any warning, he shoved his tongue forcefully into my snatch.
I screamed out with pleasure, and opened my legs wider, so that he could get at my love hole all the more easily, and continue making me feel the erotic passions that were generously coursing through my sex-starved and eager-to-learn young body.
I must admit, I was surprised that I was enjoying it. I was actually really liking what he was doing, and fear was at least temporarily gone from my conscious mind.
He toyed with my cunt for a long time, but then I knew what he was really after, and it was obviously taking over his mind, his drive, and it was time to move on.
Suddenly, without any warning, he lunged on top of me, leaving my gaping pussy open and pre-moistened from his mouth saliva.
He lowered down on top of me and began kissing me furiously.
The moaning that was coming from him had changed to an almost animal-like sound, and it frightened me. All my old fears returned once again, as the reality of his sticking his prick up my snatch came flying back to my mind with vivid and horrifying color.
I felt him reaching down between our writhing bodies, and grabbing hold of his cock. He was guiding it to the entrance of my snatch.
The second I felt the huge sticky, bulging cock head pressing up against my tight and quivering snatch, I screamed out.
"No, no," I screamed. "No, please nooo!"
"You have to let me," he cried. "You just have to let me."
"No, I can't," I said, somewhat more controlled, but still frightened to death. "I just can't."
"What's wrong with you?" he asked. "There's nothing to be afraid of. I'll be careful. I won't hurt you, I promise you that."
I wanted to trust him. I thought I loved him. I thought I would marry him. And I really wanted to believe him when he said that he wouldn't hurt me. But I just couldn't bring myself to.
"No, and that's that." I said it with a very strong tone of voice.
He sat up on the bed angrily. I knew he was mad, very mad. I knew he was damn near furious, and actually, I knew I had no cause to blame him. I really felt like a cock-teaser for the first time in my life.
I thought for a moment, and then reached for his prick. His mood seemed to change immediately. He kind of gave me a little smile.
I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. I didn't want him to think that I was about to go through intercourse. It was almost reflexive. I lowered my head and closed my eyes tightly and opened my mouth. That's all I had to do. He took over from there.
"Why didn't you tell me that you liked that? Why didn't you tell me that was your scene?"
I was so embarrassed, I couldn't reply. I couldn't do anything. I was actually grateful. Actually thankful when he pushed his hips forward and guided his hard cock into my mouth.
At first, from lack of experience, I gagged tremendously, damn near choked myself to death. My first impulse was to pull away, but I didn't have to.
He suddenly was making some quick movements on the bed, and he pulled his hard cock from my mouth and repositioned himself until his own lips were moving over my pussy.
He took hold of his massive hard cock once again, and directed it towards my mouth.
This time I opened it more willingly, more quickly, and took more of his cock inside my mouth. He began moving his hips slowly forward and back, each forward thrust shoving just a little bit more of his manhood down deep into the recesses of my hot, saliva-filled mouth.
The smell and taste of his cock turned me right on, right away. I don't know if it was because I was so elated to find a way to please him without having to have a cock shoved in and out of my cunt or not, but it was great.
I lunged forward, pulling as much of his huge shaft as I could down into my mouth. I found that the longer I sucked him and the more used to his big dong my mouth became, the more I could get it inside of me.
In practically no time at all, I had almost his whole fucking cock inside my mouth. I was sucking on him furiously, getting more and more into it with each stroke of his forward motion.
Of course, another reason that I was so fucking excited and so engulfed in the act of pleasing him, was because he had wasted no time at all with my pussy.
He was jamming his tongue furiously in and out of my snatch, sending thrills of excitement coursing through my body, driving me into higher and higher fits of erotic and even furious passion.
It was a little difficult to keep my mind on what I was doing. The sensations, the feelings racing through my own body were overpowering me.
I wanted to lie there, and just enjoy what he was doing with his mouth. I knew that this was a two-way game, however, and if I wanted to keep him, that was what I had to do. I knew that I had to suck his cock just as furiously, just as passionately as he was eating out my snatch.
So that's exactly what I did.
With all the gusto I could muster, I went to work on his huge dong. The more I sucked on it, the more I wanted to. It was suddenly as if I just couldn't get enough of his huge massive mauler inside my throat. I just couldn't get satisfied enough from his cock. I wanted to devour him totally, and completely.
"Use your tongue, baby," he moaned, lifting off my snatch momentarily. "Go ahead, use your tongue."
I started taking his advice, and every time I shot my mouth forward, pulling his massive shaft deep into the back of my hot, wet throat, I would swirl my tongue all around the cock head, and then up along the sides of his cock shaft.
This extra added attention I was giving his prick with my inexperienced, but rapidly learning tongue, was the extra bit of excitement he needed to send him over the brink of sexual fulfillment.
He slipped his hands through my opened legs, and began kneading the flesh of my tender exposed buttocks. He squeezed my buns savagely, as he drew my cunt smashing up against his face, sending his tongue flying in and out of my snatch furiously.
I didn't know how much longer I was going to be able to take it before coming myself. He was really going to town on my body, not giving me a second to relax.
Of course I knew damned well that the great blow job I was giving him was what was allowing him to have such a good time, and what was keeping his mind occupied on my pussy.
I really felt alive for the first time in my life. I thought I had found the answer to all my problems. The old sixty-nine position was going to save me from having to get fucked, and everything was going to work out just great.
I was soon to learn differently!
Anyway, the two of us kept on getting hotter and hotter. I could tell from the way both of us were gyrating on the bed, and the noises that were coming from us that it wouldn't be long at all before we would be both coming like wild animals.
My assumption was right.
The entire room began to spin around. I felt like I had taken some weird kind of drug, and that my emotions were totally out of control.
I went with the flow, not for one second fighting the feeling. If this was going to be an orgasm, I was going to enjoy it to the fullest possible advantage.
I kept on sucking his cock, and actually increased my pace, as I felt my own orgasm nearing.
He did the same thing with me, sending his tongue flying in and out of my love hole faster and faster. I slammed up and down on his cock, pulling the monstrous love pole deeper and deeper into my mouth.
All the time I kept my long, wet tongue swirling around his bulbous cock head and sliding up and down along the sides of his tight-skinned cock shaft, driving him out of his fucking mind with lustful desire.
We both began to shiver, and shake almost out of control, and we both knew that the time was at hand. We were going to come together, and I didn't even have to get fucked.
Needless to say, I was in seventh heaven.
I think I started to come first. I felt my whole body go stiff, as gushes of my hot love juices poured out of my snatch, sending me into a whirlwind of sexual frenzy that I will never forget as long as I live.
Seeing that I was coming, must have been just the extra added little bit of stimulus that my sex-partner needed to send him over the brink of sexual satisfaction.
Right when I was in the middle of my own furious orgasm, he began to shoot what seemed to me at the time to be a never-ending supply of hot gism into my mouth.
I gagged at first, because so much of his hot come was shooting down my throat but I soon got into the knack of swallowing it and gulped it all down eagerly.
We both enjoyed a glorious orgasm.
My relationship was over with him about a month after that. Oh, we sixty-nined many times, and it was always good, but it always started or ended with him wanting to fuck me and me never giving in.
Finally, he tired of me, and took off.
About six months later, I was married. And now I'm right back in the same situation as I was with him.
My husband still hasn't fucked me, and we have been married for quite awhile. I just can't let him, and nothing he says or does changes my mind.
I blow him like crazy, and make him come furiously, in my mouth. It keeps him temporarily satisfied, but he is always demanding to take my cherry, saying that he is my husband and that is his right.
I agree with him, Doctor. But I just can't let myself be fucked. Blowing him is the only way. I don't know what I'm going to do.
Can you help me?
CONCLUSION
Mindy, like so many other girls that have come to me, has a basically simple reaction to premarital relations, afraid that her mate would not desire her if she were not a virgin on her wedding night.
She tried desperately to preserve it, but in the interim, she let her own fears grow out of proportion, until she was actually in the position where she wouldn't even let her husband have intercourse with her.
This is a sorry state for a young married woman to be in, indeed!
As in many single girls, the act of fellatio or cunnilingus was a stalling method to avoid actually going through with the act of intercourse itself.
Mindy got a much clearer insight after several visits, and straightened out her own thoughts in her own mind. I am glad to report that she is now happily married to the same man, and that fellatio is only a small part of their sexual relation together.
They enjoy blissful intercourse night after night
Mindy's problems are over, at least those concerning sex!
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
Subject: Shirli R. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Sometimes I feel that we psychiatrists, with our jargon and large words, really miss the point of the experiences of real human beings. I hope that has not been the case here.
Now I will present our final case study, that of a woman named Shirli. Shirli bears an amazing resemblance of a very prominent Hollywood starlet, with chestnut brown hair spilling down over the huge breasts that have made her look-a-like famous.
She presents, in capsule form, most of the components of bike-girl psychology summarized above.
My first sex experience was when I was fifteen. I was an only child, and my breasts were already gigantic by that time, a fact my father couldn't help notice.
My father was a very handsome, young-looking man. My mother was a knockout herself, and many times I'd laid awake wondering what the sounds coming from their room were.
One night I found out, with their help. Mom and Dad had another couple over for dinner, friends their age, both of them sexy as hell.
After dinner they retreated to the bedroom to "talk". I know you'll have trouble believing that I still didn't understand, but they'd been "Going into the bedroom for a little chat" with other couples ever since I'd been old enough to lie to.
In a little while the sounds started again-rhythmic slapping noises, heavy breathing, and grunts. This time my curiosity got the best of me.
The door was open a crack, as if on purpose, and standing in the right position you could see the bed and the area around it perfectly.
Everyone had a drink in his hands, and Mom had already unbuttoned her clinging blouse to reveal the tanned flesh of her full tits. Monica-that's my mother's friend-had on a pair of jeans that were so tight her pussy was outlined on the cloth.
Jed--my father-couldn't take his eyes from that spot, and his friend Ralph centered on Mom's extravagant tits.
"Boy, it's hot in here," Mom said, which gave her an excuse to unhook one more button on her skintight blouse. This one opened up the pale flesh beneath where her bathing suit had kept the skin milky white. Her left nipple peeked out at Ralph, and now she might as well not have had a blouse on at all.
She was returning Ralph's stare full force now, and her eyes swept down to his crotch. There his slumbering dick had been awakened by her knockers until it stood out in relief against his thin trousers. Her eyes seemed to make it even stiffer, and I stared too in desire.
Ralph and his wife June were new to the group sex game, so my parents figured they had to take it nice and slow.
"June, those are lovely trousers," my mother said.
June blushed deep red.
"Yes," added my father, "they fit you perfectly-every part of you."
"Can I just feel the fabric?" my mother asked. "I love those new jeans."
"Sure," June stammered out, her gaze seeking out her husband's.
My mother placed both hands on June's thighs and caressed the sleek muscles there, all the time staring at the shadowed box between them.
"How beautiful," my mother breathed, and everyone knew what she meant.
As she bent to examine the pants one breast escaped from her blouse completely and hung in full view of everyone. It was a gigantic two-tone breast, the tan receding around the small, pink nipple.
Ralph's dick expanded a little more at the sight and we heard a faint ripping sound. When I looked I saw the purple tip of his cock with a ragged edge of trouser circling it. He had literally split his pants.
Both women (and me too) gaped in astonishment at the size of the thing. My mother's nipple sprung out in excitement and June's thighs spread involuntarily.
My mother's hands were still on her thighs, and I guess Monica forgot herself for a moment as Ralph's cock spurred her on towards June's visible hole.
Soon one hand had closed over June's crotch and June pushed my mother away. I could see that the woman was a flame with passion but still unsure what to do.
"Ralph," my mother went on, "I think my little tit made you have an accident But it is so hot in here I think I just better take off my blouse altogether."
Ralph's pants split more as Mom uncovered her whole ample chest to him. Her nipples were twin pink needles. Without stopping for more explanation Mom unzipped her skirt. In a flash she was totally naked before everyone.
"Ralph, shouldn't we go...Ralph...oh, I don't know," stuttered June helplessly as she watched Monica approach her hot husband.
"Ralph," cooed my mother, "let me help you fix your pants. I'm very good with men's pants."
Ralph was frozen as my mother pulled his meat all the way out from the hole it had slashed in his pants. In her palm it became a violet serpent with one tiny eye. His big balls rolled out too, hair-covered and juicy.
Monica rolled the staff between both palms like dough, feeling it rise to the touch.
"Ralph," she groaned, "don't you want me to put this big prick between my heavy tits?"
She knelt down before him and rubbed the cock against her neck and throat as she gripped it Then she took both her mammoth knockers and wrapped them around the thing so that breast-pressure sealed it between them.
"Ralph, don't you think we'd better... " June couldn't even finish the sentence, because my father had crossed the room to her and unbuckled her painted-on jeans and the breath had caught in her throat.
My mother made a tunnel between her breasts and jerked them up and down, and Ralph's prick filled up the tunnel easily.
"How do my big tits feel around your cock, Ralph?"
"Ohh... " was all Ralph could answer.
Jed and June were beginning their own scene now. Her pants were long gone and her cunt was casting dark moisture down to the front of her see-through white panties. Dad had her blouse off and was rubbing her vivid clit through the wet panties.
"June," my mother said, "I want you to watch. I want you to tell what is happening. First tell Ralph what I am doing to him."
Then June began a monologue of description .as my father turned her pussy into a broiling sea. She got me so hot I unzipped my own shorts and began to jerk off as I watched and listened.
"You've got my husband's cock between your breasts now, and you're making it hard, the way I love to have it. Now you're pulling it up towards your face. Jed is taking down my panties so that he can finger my cunt...you have your mouth over my lover's prick now. I know you want to suck it. I can suck it for hours without having enough... .
Monica, you are licking the hole at the tip, just the way he-likes it. Now you've clamped your lips around it. Ooh...your lipstick is a red circle around his stick... "
She had trouble going on as Dad sank to his knees before her and buried his head in her beaver.
I couldn't take it any more and entered the room, my pants down and my prematurely big tits bulging under my t-shirt.
Nobody seemed to notice me. I saw one of mom's funny sculptures on the bed table and picked it up. It was black, smooth stone carving of a penis, life-size.
It had a base so it could stand on the floor, where I put it. The black thing jutted a foot into the air and I crouched over it as I watched my mother blow Ralph.
I looked over at Dad and June. Her hands were jamming his mouth into her flesh-hole.
That sight filled my eyes as my twat was filled with the pain of the first puncture. I hurled myself down on the black slab and a quick little blood patch appeared on my pale thigh.
I washed it off with saliva and marveled at how little pain there was as I began a steady beat on the phallus. Its coolness drove between the gates of twat and rose up to where my clit was forming into a rigid drop of teenaged desire.
When the tip had pressed flush against the clit I rubbed my clit against it. Faster and faster I spun my clit on the rod until-in my youthfulness--I had my first orgasm.
It seemed to sizzle draining down the cool pole, giving the black length a liquid coat. My body shook like a captured fish as I pumped my cream down the shaft.
With that trick over I turned my attention to my parents and their friends. Once again I picked up the track of June's description.
"Monica...now you are sticking your finger hard between his balls, pressing the sensitive flesh there as your mouth sprints up and down his dong...it seems like you can't even breathe but all you want is my husband's inflated penis... . Jed's mouth is sucking out my very insides, it feels like, like a vacuum cleaner turned loose inside my pussy...oh, eat me, Jed... . "
No one was paying attention to me, so I rolled over to where my father was eating Ralph's wife. I reached around him and unbuckled his belt. Not realizing who I was he helped to get his pants off until over his shoulder you could see white prick jutting into air, looking for refuge.
I reached around his waist and took the dong in my young hand. I began to toss him off as inches away from my face his tongue circled the orbit of June's scented chasm.
He was balanced on his knees now, and there was just enough room between his thighs to fit my head. I lay down on my back and brought my face through the opening until I was face-to-face with cock.
I rubbed it all over my face first, like I'd seen Mom do to Ralph. Then, copying her every motion, I began to clench my mouth around the wand.
I was halfway to completion when suddenly Dad realized that Monica was with Ralph and he was eating the only other woman in the room. He pulled away from June and gave a shout of surprise that pulled Monica's head away from Ralph just as he too was about to shoot.
"What have we here," Ralph asked, checking out my wet pussy in its garden of black hair, and also the tits that my shirt could barely contain.
"My beautiful daughter," said Mom, "who has just been sucking off her father."
"Well," said my father, "let's give her a proper introduction, now that she's started. What say, Ralph? Who's first?"
"Go ahead while I watch," said Ralph. "I have a feeling she wants you pretty bad."
He was right. I was trembling with liberated emotion as my father peeled the shirt from my aching tits and exposed the giant charms at last.
Ralph gasped at the sight, and I really couldn't blame him. My sleek young body was arched for my father, who pummelled into me brutally.
I looked up at his face, so much like mine, and begged him to fuck me hard.
INTERVIEW TWO
My first human dick seemed to be pouncing on something at the bottom of my hole, it jumped so quickly inside me. I held my ass up to pull him all the way in, and his hands supported my buttocks in the effort.
June was going out of her skull.
"Monica," she roared, "your husband's cock is buried in your daughter's pussy. Her hands are slapping at his buttocks as he screws her... .come here and hold me, Monica, I want to suck your nipples... . "
I found out later that June had never had dyke experience before, but as I watched her chew my mother's breast-beads I thought she was a champion. Apparently the weirdness of everything was too much for her, and soon she was kissing a path down to Mom's slash.
Meanwhile Dad was adding a new touch to our sex as he began to beat my face with his open hand.
I heard June's voice.
"Yes, Monica, take the clit between your teeth and bite it...bite it harder...bite right through it! Unnhh...now your husband is beating her... . "
My nose was bleeding from the assault now, which had slowly turned to punches. It seemed to be the way Dad liked it best, so I moaned as if I loved it.
"Hit me more," I shouted.
My mother later told me that I went unconscious as soon as the blow landed. All I remember is being just about ready to come when a flash burst before my eyes and I fell back into oblivion.
According to Monica's account, Dad kept fucking my motionless form as though I was a corpse. He even pulled my legs up in the air as I lay unconscious.
When I woke up, my thighs were covered in dried fleecy come. Monica and June were toweling me off with rags soaked in alcohol and Ralph had the smelling salts to my nose. I looked up, completely blank and confused.
"What happened, Mom?" I asked.
"Just a little accident," she stuttered in response, but I could see the concern in her face.
I looked for my father. He wasn't around. And then, suddenly, it all came back. I felt ashamed enough to want to die.
Slowly I pieced the story together. After my father had knocked me dut and had his orgasm inside me, he and Ralph had taken turns on me.
Everyone had been too hot to stop the flow of activity but now they suffered under the full impact of what they had done to me.
Sure, I'd been to blame too, but I was a hot fifteen year old, and they were supposed to be mature adults. I dressed in a hurry and threw some stuff in a suitcase. Mom was sobbing.
"Fuck you, you cocksucker!" I screamed at her. "All you want to do is get laid and hear people describe it to you! You're so jaded you can watch your own daughter beaten and gang-fucked!"
I ran out the door and haven't seen those pricks since.
I had no idea what I was going to do-only that I wanted to prove to my parents that they had turned me into a creature as shameless as they were.
I made a little sign that read "L.A." on it. I'd never been there, but it seemed like a pretty sleazy town to me, and it was far away.
In an hour or so I'd been approached by dozens of middle aged lechers, men just like my father. I told them all to put their pricks back inside their mouths and fuck off. I wanted the companionship of young people, people without the hang-ups that had crippled my parents.
Soon it seemed that the sun was eclipsed as over the horizon a swarm of small shapes hurtled down the highway. My snatch swelled against my very short shorts and my braless tits lifted in excitement as I made out the bikers.
I decided to abandon myself to them immediately; it was just a question of how. I decided to do it the easy way-honesty.
They roared up to me and stopped, with great precision. The leader looked me up and down. I saw him staring at my crotch.
"Like what you see?" I teased. He didn't answer.
His mouth dropped as I unzipped the shorts right there and pulled them down to my feet. I took two fingers and spread out the lips of my cunt for him, showing the coral depths and the crowning clit to everyone.
"Maybe you can see my pussy better now," I said. "I can see your pricks pretty well...all of them. And I want every single inch of them."
Naturally, they didn't leave me waiting long. They had some mamas with them, but they all wanted me. I hopped on the back of the leader's bike (after zipping up again) and headed towards my initiation.
We arrived at an open field and they drove the bikes down to the clearing. I stepped off the brake and was naked before all the bikes had been turned off.
I let my hands trail down to my lamb pot again, squeezing my king-sized tits as they traveled down to find my waiting hole.
"Let me have some cock," I demanded, and in moments three stiff candidates and six balls surrounded me. I barely even looked at the faces of their owners.
"We're going to fuck you in shifts," breathed a tall, skinny biker named Shorty. "These are my brothers-brothers of the road, that is-Commie, Carl and Rig."
"Well," I drawled, "you better be ready to do some serious fucking." I bit down excitedly on my fingers while with the other hand I massaged my velvet clit. They were drooling as they watched me form two fingers into a stick and ram it up my snatch.
"And one other thing," I moaned, masturbating wildly now, "you better do it my way."
They laughed crazily. No 'mama" had ever said anything like that before, and they were playing along.
The three dicks were like lances quivering from their hairy bellies. I threw my head back and watched them grow even further as they feasted their eyes on my jerk off.
With my free hand I spread out my buttocks and began to finger both holes with equal abandon. My hair swung over my breasts as my whole body rocked in sex tremors.
When I had them and me totally turned on I stepped over to where they stood waiting. I knelt before Shorty, who was in the middle. His cock was an inch from my nose. Veins rippled along it like blue wires.
First I covered the whole prick with my hand, playing its shaft like a flute as I blew warm breaths at the bulging knob. Then I wet my fingers with saliva and shellacked it, watching the blue veins glitter in the sunlight.
"I want to suck your cock, Shorty," I told him, and with that the deed was done. His dork was pulsing in the inferno of my mouth, sending out waves of need between my lips.
My mouth scoured the whole surface of his stalk as if trying to rip it off and get to the inside. My fingers played lightly along his thighs and buttocks, providing the caress that always heightens desire.
My hand fluttered from his thigh and took Rig's banana firmly, followed by my other hand which did-likewise to Carl.
Now I was like a cock-jerking contraption as my whole body worked on the three rods. My mouth bobbed up and down on Shorty, and the lips pressed against his sweat-heavy pubic hair as I struck bottom.
At the same time both palms slid across expanses of organ, begging for an onslaught from those other four nuts.
Slowly the three men moved closer under the machinations of my prick-starved body. My plan was taking shape. My two hands rolled the four balls between my fingers, feeling the come flow into them in preparation for the orgasms to follow, and toyed with the assholes beneath.
Now they were standing hip to hip and I could see the dick-trio aligned before my eyes.
I took my mouth off the silky thing and my hands from the other two.
"Hey, what the fuck's up," Shorty yelled.
"Yeah-you some kind of tease?" echoed Rig.
"I'm no tease," I retorted. "It's just that one penis isn't enough to fill my mouth. I've got a big mouth and I want three big sticks in it!"
"I don't know about that," blushed Shorty, checking the responses of his friends.
"I don't know why not," said Rig, "I gotta get my nuts off right now and her mouth looks pretty good."
Well, I'm sorry to say three wouldn't go into one. But I did get Rig and Shorty to stand so that by stretching my lips as far as they would go I could embrace both champion members inside my mouth.
The feeling was amazing. The two poles seemed to be ripping my mouth apart in an earthquake of lust. My cheeks bulged with the hearty meal.
After a few moments I stopped trying to blow them and let them both just fuck my mouth. I spread my lips further with my fingers, but I knew half the thrill for them was being able, for once in their lives, to rub cock against cock.
The twin knobs cut off my breath entirely but I gave myself up to the pounding. My head seemed to be ready to burst as again and again the bikers fucked it. Now they were working together, finding a rhythm that could please them both.
Four mammoth testicles slapped against my neck, stuffed with sperm soon to be deposited between my lips. My hands reached around to their asses and probed them, seeking always to give them added pleasure.
I snuck two fingers into each hot hole and pushed up the caverns until I felt their balls through the barrier of their insides.
Now they were mouth-screwing me as one and their panting sounded at the same times as well. I didn't know if they were really doing my mouth or each other.
When I thought I could no longer stay conscious and breath, the quake really broke loose. In one second so much semen forced its way between my pried-open lips that it instantly overflowed and spilled to the sunlit grass.
I nearly swooned in ecstasy as truckloads of the salty potion spurted from twin nozzles. Each jet they shot was together, like two faucets pouring buckets of love-milk against my throat and palate.
I held my mouth over their rods until all the sauce had bounced in and out of my mouth and flung itself wherever it was ultimately headed.
Most of it wound up in a big pool on. my stomach and in little rivers trickling down my breasts. As I watched the ebb and flow of the sperm I got the idea for my next little piece of group entertainment.
"Well, that wasn't too bad," I said when I'd caught my breath and brought the scene back into focus, "But I think I need even more jism this time."
"Boy, this chick's a fucking vampire," bitched one of the left-out mamas with an appreciative gaze at my sperm-gleaming knockers.
"That's right, honey," I cooed. "I need come to stay alive."
"Then you're going to get it," asserted Jeremy, one of the bikers, as he emerged from the crowd, bringing six other bikers with him.
"Wait," I teased, "we haven't even been formally introduced yet."
"We're called the Leaves of Grass," Jeremy barked.
"I hope you've got a lot of dew," I countered. "I want you to form a circle around me."'
They did as I said.
"I want all of you to take off your pants." In a second the circle was full of an assortment of pricks-short ones and long ones, pale and purple, huge and tiny, but all crammed with the gism I craved so much.
"Now look at my body," I instructed them. "Look at these tits that I'm playing with. Do you see how the nipples get as hard as your dicks under the pressure? Look down my tight belly to where the hair starts growing in curly patches. Do you know what's burning under all that hair? I showed it to you before on the road but I think you might have forgotten by now."
With that I once again exposed myself to the group.
"Now start masturbating," I ordered them, pulling apart the mounds of hair to explore the recesses of my vagina," and cover me with your come."
My eyes swept around the circle to try to take in every slab as it squirmed under the strong male fists. They all seemed hypnotized by my voice and body as they jerked off in full view of their mamas and fellow Leaves.
I kept up a commentary all the time that they were doing themselves.
"You dark boy over there...do you know why my clit is so hard under the hair? It's because I want your come to splash in my mouth... .you fat boy."
"Next to him. . . I'd like to put your dick in my hair and have you shoot until every hair is coated with your hot wax... . "
All the rest of the Leaves gathered to watch the spectacle, even the girls. In fact I saw two big mamas who couldn't take it any more and felt compelled to join in too. They elbowed aside the masturbating guys to make room for themselves in the circle jerk.
Their pants fell to the field as well as they began their journey to the road of self-love.
At that rate it wasn't long before the showers commenced.
The fat boy was the one who got the ball rolling. I saw him squirming so I figured I should keep my eye on him and my premonition was rewarded when a arc of scum cut a path through the air and landed with a splash on my thigh.
The come gave out in short, violent bursts from his small dick-slit, and each burst hit my body in a different place. My belly, legs and tits all felt the hot touch of liquid male love.
He retreated to make way for someone else, and then Rig fisted himself to release as well. A volley sliced through the air to land flush against my pink cheek. The next one struck my nose and bounced up into my eyes.
From there on it was a deluge. I just closed my eyes as the bulk of the group shot at once, dumping sperm by the stock load on my yearning body. I began to twist my head under it to catch it in my mouth like a child does with rain, making a show of gulping all the falling semen I could fit into my gaping gullet.
The stuff really doused my entire frame and I began to smooth it into a regular paste over my tits. I slicked the mounds over with it until it looked like the foam of some misplaced wave.
I don't have to tell you that from then on I was a Leaves of Grass mama first class. The only problem was with the guys having knife fights over who got to fuck me first some nights.
As I rode with them through the thousand small towns and whistle stops that dot this country from coast to coast I felt I was repaying my parents' cruelty and lust in full. There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for the Leaves--and nothing they wouldn't do to me.
It was tough for me to adjust to the new style of living-no color television or roast beef dinners, just lots of marijuana, beer and peanut butter.
Sometimes I wondered what my parents were thinking. One day a few months after I'd left home a creepy kind of guy in a blue sharkskin suit came nosing around our campsite and asked people if they knew me. I felt sorry for that detective when the Leaves got through cutting him.
The Leaves were into some pretty weird sex things. I remember one time when we rode into a town about fifty miles from where my parents lived.
"Hey, Shirli," Commie Carl grunted, "ain't this near where we picked you up that first time?"
"Yeah. My piggish parents live about an hour down the road."
"Whaddaya say you bring a couple of friends home for dinner?" he laughed.
The idea really appealed to me. They could see just what they'd made of their daughter--and maybe the boys would have something interesting planned in the sex line.
We arrived at their house early in the morning. I crept up to their window and saw them sleeping soundly. Rig handed me his revolver and I put it to the window.
I fired two blasts through the window that smashed into my mother's dresser. They looked funny when they jumped out of bed naked, and even funnier when they saw me laughing through the Window at them with my weird friends.
I smashed the window and climbed in, along with Carl, Rig, Shorty, and a couple of mamas.
My mother hadn't lost any of her incredible shape and my father's meat hung just as far down his legs as ever.
"Shirli--what's going on here?" he asked, trembling.
I didn't answer. I just handed the rope to Iris, the biggest and roughest dyke mama I knew. Her tits, heavy against her thin blouse, surged with excitement as she threw my father down on the bed.
Within minutes she had tied him to the bedposts, face up. His face was a mask of terror as he lay there, but his cock was reaching for the ceiling despite his efforts to keep it down.
I took the rest of the rope myself and tied mom to the other twin bed. Iris claimed her first and I let her have her.
Within seconds Iris' huge frame was naked. She reached into her overnight bag and extracted a slick bull whip.
"No!" my mother screamed. "Don't let me be beaten!"
Her answer came down in a terrifying black flash that scorched the skin of her tits with a red band of pain.
Monica writhed on her bed and tears streamed down her face. Her thick black pussy pelt was Iris' next target, and the long whip struck home fiercely.
The pain rolled my mother's eyes back into her head and for a brief moment she passed out. My father was screaming for us to stop, but the only response he got was seeing me take the whip from Iris and walk towards his bed.
I brought it over my head with both hands and smashed it across his prick. The prick sprouted a red ass but stood up even higher off his slim belly.
As I crashed it down on him again and again I asked:
"Do you want my pussy now, Dad? Do you want to ram your dick between my legs now?"
"Yes!" he screamed, and all the old passion welled up in me again. I ripped my pants off and sat on the bed, while Iris did the same to the nearly unconscious Monica.
I bent down to Jed's meaty wand. It was crisscrossed with traces of the bull whip's anger. I bent down and licked along the bums until his stick seemed to be half-crazy with pain and incestuous lust.
Meanwhile, Monica had inclined her head over to watch as Iris took the whip from my hand and beckoned for some of the Leaves to come over.
Carl was the first on her. He spread his legs over the head of her bed and sat down square on her face, the white flab of his ass pressing her neck down as his dork covered her nose and his balls hung like ripe cherries to her lips. Monica tried to turn her face away from his genitals but Iris brought the whip down across her twat again.
"Suck his balls," she commanded.
My mother grimaced in pain but opened her lips to allow the hairy spheres to plop between them. Instantly Carl's dong expanded up to her eye level.
Iris whipped a swath across my mother's hardening nipples and barked:
"Roll them in your mouth!"
I could see them swirling against Monica's gums as Carl pressed all his weight down on her head. Then he took out his balls, bent forward, and slid his entire shaft between her lips as if it were a cunt.
Choking sounds issued from deep in Mom's throat as Carl began to fuck her mouth in quick, deep strokes that made me hot just to watch.
I took Dad's dick in my mouth for real this time. I figured I could give him some of the pain he gave me back, so instead of blowing him right away I placed my teeth on a dark whip-ass and bit violently.
His scream was a weird, high-pitched one. I chomped down even harder, nearly severing his erect member. As I bit I made my hands into fists and began to punch his balls as hard as I could.
My mother was turning funny colors and Carl was reaching release as he brutally drove his rod down her throat. Iris could not control herself any longer. Her head slid down under the spot where Carl's buttocks were and took Monica's pebble-hard nipple in her mouth.
Her fingers slid down and formed a miniature dick that entered Mom in one fell swoop. Mom drove her groin up to receive the lesbian offering and soon Iris' mouth followed where her fingers had warmed Mom up with clit friction.
Carl shot into her mouth then, and after the first wave he pulled his lollypop out of her and let the rest of his come decorate her face.
Someone had a good idea of what to do with Dad. We untied him and Shorty handed him a beer bottle.
"Slide it all the way up your asshole," our leader told Dad, who knew he wasn't fooling. Since his staff was already in such pain I guess he was afraid we would cut it off if he didn't co-operate, and maybe we would have.
We made him walk up next to Mom's face and I held Mom's eyes open to make sure she'd catch every movement. Dad took the neck of the bottle and spread his buttocks. Then he jammed it into his hair-lined crack, and Mom gasped in excitement.
Iris was still eating her. She was doing Mom's asscrack now as Monica kept her eyes fastened on the way Dad was fucking himself with the bottle.
Against his own will, the anal jerk off was turning Jed's lance into steel. All the muscle power of his ass gripped the bottle as it pierced to his innermost wet membranes. All the while his prick was growing harder and thicker.
Monica couldn't stand the sight of Dad's unattended hard-on any more. Even since that dual blowjob I'd given her and Shorty she'd been into blow-jobs. Now she began kissing Dad's chest.
She grasped Dad's throbbing organ tenderly, caressing every bit of pain from the scarred length. Then she began to squeeze it so that Dad began buggering himself to a fiercer tempo in desire.
Monica saw something totally new as she sank down Dad's body, leaving a thin trickle of saliva down Dad's chest and belly as she kissed her way down.
Then her tongue was like a snake's as it flicked out to the little slash at the cock's end. It fluttered like that down to Dad's steaming testicles, then flew back up to the scarlet bulb that crowned the genitals.
Then the great suck-job began for real, as she lovingly soothed every burn along Jed's member with the soft, warm wetness of her lips that slid gingerly down the path of the penis.
Mom was so frenzied that she pulled me over her head where Carl had been.
"Let me eat your pussy!" she screamed. "Come in my mouth while your father buggers himself!"
I straddled her skull and my cunt was broiling in expectation of the insane encounter. Her tongue curled up into a tube and went out in search of my clitoris.
She was doing everything to me that Iris was doing to her. She bit and tugged at my pubic bush and coated my coral cunt lips with her spit.
At the same time Jed's body was a thin divider between the fierce buggering pressure of the bottle and the liquid heat of her vigorous mouth.
I reached down as I lay on my mother's face and twirled her lovely nipples between my fingers. She was doing me so well that I began bucking up and down and moaning, as for extra adventure I watched the last throes of the Jed-Monica encounter.
Almost at the point of no return, Dad dug the bottle so far up his hole it almost disappeared. That set off the detonation in his hanging come-storing balls.
She held his mouth fast over the straining slab as the gism rocketed up the six-inch runway and launched itself into her mouth. With every stroke of the bottle in his ass Dad flung a new bolt of white cream into Monica.
I gushed too, at the sight, and Mom groaned in pleasure as I deposited my thick, perfumed juice. It bathed Mom's lips and sprayed down her chin and cheeks.
A moment later she rewarded Iris with her own portion of pussy-nectar.
For a while there was silence. My brain was reeling in confusion. I couldn't figure out my real feelings. But then I saw Dad's stupidly grinning face and realized that nothing had changed. He was still a hypocritical fool. Suddenly my hatred of him overpowered me.
I picked up the beer bottle still warm from his ass and brought it down hard over his head.
They tell me he didn't die. Well, that's no thanks to me. I hit him for all I was worth.
Since I've been seeing you, doctor, some of the hang-ups that existed long before that first night are coming into the light; things buried deep in my subconscious. I don't know if I'll ever be able to look my parents in the face, but I hope someday I'll be able to understand, to be able to make just a little sense of everything that happened.
CONCLUSION
As is evident in the case this girl needed more than the counsel I could give her. She needed the genuine love of a Mother and a Father.
I feel that perhaps she would best fit in as a ward of the state in an institution.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
Subject: Clara S. Age: Twenty-three
INTERVIEW ONE
Clara S. was referred to me after being treated at the Community Emergency Room for multiple abrasions resulting from severe beatings inflicted on her by her mother.
I had attempted to break through her defense at this point, but was unsuccessful. Another appointment was arranged for the following day at my town office.
Clara S. arrived at the office dressed in a smart brown slack suit. She apologized stating that she preferred dresses, but that she was badly scarred and that she preferred not to show it to the world. I agreed with her and began to question her gently. After some time with understanding and caution I drew her out of her defense. The following is a tape of our two interviews:
I never knew what my father looked like because he died when we were all little, Tom and Bob, and Sally, and me. My name is Clara, and I've been the youngest in the family since I can remember.
We're all pretty close to the same age, I mean Tom's the oldest and he's just five years older than me, so you can see that for yourself if you think about it a little.
IVe heard all the stories that people tell about kids who grow up with no father, and I'll have to admit that we were brats, and still are, but Mama never raised us easy like some others in her situation might have done.
I mean she raised with iron discipline, which I could better call leather discipline, cause that was what she used, a whole bunch of the meanest leather whips and belts that I'd ever seen, and she had some good ropes, too.
In a normal week at my house we got beaten more than most kids do in a year, but we never minded her when we felt like doing what we wanted. We were just too tough for her to break, though she loved us and tried to do what was best for us, which she thought meant we had to obey her in even the slightest thing, I mean like coming home at night before three o'clock in the morning on schooldays.
Actually we had to be in before that, but Mama liked to exaggerate, and I picked up the habit in a few things. Maybe if I talk about a week we had together, the five of us, then you can see what I mean. It was always like this though, always wild and wooly. Things never slowed down until I left home, and by then I had learned that Mama had been right in most everything, except of course the things I had been right in all along.
The beginning of the week was the weekend, and Bob and Tom were over visiting our uncle who lived in the next town some few miles away. He was always good to us, spoiling us more than Mama beat us, so we loved to go there and eat till our stomachs stuck out from our bodies like we were pregnant with a baby elephant.
Well Sally and I had been out seeing some friends of ours, girls friends this time, and we were having such a good time that we couldn't bring ourselves to come home at the time Mama had said we'd better if we didn't want a whipping.
Now we didn't want a whipping, but we didn't want to leave on time early, so we took a vote and it was two to zero to go home late and get whipped. After we left the party, for it was a party, we crept as quiet as we could down the hall of the house and into our room.
We should have known better. Mama was there in the room sleeping on the bed, but not for long after we were inside that door. She woke up with a start and yelled at us to take off our clothes.
Well, Sally stripped so fast I thought she had to be a machine or something, and Mama lit into her with that whip at lightning speed. Crack after crack of the heavy leather tip sounded in my ears. I was taking all the time I could to get naked, knowing that I was safe till then unless she caught me dragging ass.
But poor Sally got it then, the whip snapping into her tender naked flesh everywhere. I bet she didn't have a whole spot on her except in the parts that could show in public. Mama never hit us where it could show when we were dressed in normal clothes because she didn't want a lot of snoopy people inquiring into her business.
I was naked after as long as I could hold out without getting caught. Mama swiped the whip across my ass a few times as a starter. I jumped into the air the first time and it popped against my skin.
Mama returned to Sally. She whipped her ass so hard that I could see her flesh being pushed in about an inch by the hard tip. Sally screamed in terror when the hard material slashed into her skin.
Time after time Mama blasted into her with the whiplash in her hand. The trembling of her flesh made me shiver for I knew that my punishment would not be long in coming after she was through with my sister.
Sally ran around the room, not daring to go out of the door, while Mama strapped her thoroughly with the whip. Her face contorted in pain just after I heard the leather whistle through the air, then saw it crash into her skin with the force of a machine gun bullet.
Mama knew how to use the whip, never missing her target even though Sally was dodging about the room as fast and as quick as she could. Mama hit her ass any time she aimed there, and when she sought out the dainty fur pie in her V I saw my sister crumple to the ground in pain.
Then Mama hit her full stride, blasting the whip cruelly into Sally's cunt, smashing the burning tip past her pubic hairs with a fantastic windswept force. Sally writhed in horrible pain, and I thought she might pass out the way she had done before, but she held on, refusing to cry for mercy.
Mama crashed the tip into Sally's cunt time and time again, causing the tips of the cunt hairs to fly from her V onto the floor as they broke off. I was glad that it wasn't my cunt that was getting it, though that was stupid because I knew damn well that I was next as sure as rain. Mama thrashed Sally half senseless with the numerous blows that she landed on her tender naked flesh. It was so terrible to see a young luscious body like Sally's being struck by the hard cruelty of that whip. Every time she flexed her body I could see her firm tits jerking and throbbing into the air.
When I thought Sally was done in Mama thought the same thing, too, because she was on me in a flash, smashing the whip into me with all the fury in her soul. I cried out in terrible pain, for I regarded myself as being weaker than Sally and I felt that I should show my pain easier.
The whip streamed through the air, its curse whistled sounding in my ear while she arched it above her head. Then the terrifying snap crinkled across the room and the bite of the leather into my skin made me curl in horror from the beating I was getting at my mother's hands.
The whip coursed down on my naked suffering flesh, giving me throbbing pain without a moment's respite to catch my breath or soothe my mangled skin. Her force was tremendous after all the years of practice she had had with us kids.
My ears rang from the agony that my flesh suffered when her strong arm crashed the thong into my body with the full force of her anger. The blows set up waves of pain in me, waves that flowed across my skin and caused me to cry out in terror again and again.
Mama flipped her wrist down in an endless succession of raining blows that streamed into me without a letup. The noise from my howling was almost as bad as the harsh cracklings from the tanned leather that was woven together to make the lash.
The whip crashed evilly into my cunt, stinging me like I had never been able to remember happening before, cauterizing the inside of my cunt with the heat from its contact. I wept openly, terrified at the thought of being beaten another second by Mama's whips.
Nothing softened her heart, though. She was determined that we were going to obey her in the least thing, and the smallest deviation from her orders was the worst crime that any of us could commit.
The lash tasted my flesh again. I stumbled to the door, not daring any more than Sally to walk out of it to be free. Had I done that I would have suffered a beating that the mere thought of sent chills creeping along the surface of my flesh.
Her horrible stripings plastered my skin with welts. Her massive blows were so strong that I wondered she did not fracture my ribs with the force she supplied to them so readily and so well.
The tangy nips of the leather flattened my skin against my bones, crunching into my nerves and tearing me apart inside with the shivering jolts of pain that shot through me like hot lightning. I thought that my cunt was on fire and I pleaded for relief from the terrors that I sustained.
Mama got angrier when she heard me call out, for she considered my inability to take punishment when she knew I deserved it, and I knew, too, a sign of my weakness and hardness of heart. Determined that I would learn if it was the last thing she did, to me, whether because I died or she died did not Seem to occur to her, she flashed the leather across the room even harder.
Oh, I can't say how terribly the whip bit into my tender flesh and caused me to burn inside with a raging fire. I can still hear the snapping if I think back on all the past years when I lived happily at home. The rain of blows on my naked flesh never terminated until Mama was ready to stop.
The end of my torment was nearer than I suspected, but not because of anything that I did, like passing out cold on the floor from pain. Sally was watching me get beaten to within an inch of my live, and she heard the terrible cries that I emitted into the air. I was the youngest and her favorite, and she always took my side in anything, unless, of course, I was doing something directly against her.
"You stop beating my sister," she screamed at Mama when she knew the pain was killing me.
"How dare you talk back to me?" Mama said. "You must be out of your head."
"You fucking bitch," screamed Sally. "You've whipped my sister's cunt for the last time. Cool this shit or I'll take you apart from pussy to potty hole."
I was horrified at what Sally said, not at the words I mean, but at the fact that she had dared say anything that strong to Mama who could have mashed her under one thumb. Mama didn't like at all what she had to hear from her own daughter.
"You have ten seconds to apologize," Mama said.
I looked at Sally with my eyes and hoped that she should say she was sorry, but she was the stubborn est girl who had ever been born, and instead of saying nice things she screamed out some more. "Well fix your shitty ass someday," she yelled at the top of her lungs, sticking out her neck to get better volume. "Well tie your cunt with a barbed wire diaper."
Well, after that, things were downhill for her, as you can imagine from what you already know. Mama slammed that whip right into Sally's tits, cutting fiercely into the right nipple so hard that Sally started to bleed.
Then she started to shake, for we knew that Mama was madder that she'd ever been as in all those years she never once had drawn so much as a drop of blood from any of the four of us. Mama looked at the blood and saw that she had indeed gone past her limits.
"I can't whip her as mad as I am now," she said to me "But, you, Clara, you can do it. Come here, both of you."
There was nothing to do but follow her to her bedroom and watch while she tied Sally to one of the posts of her old four poster bed, the kind that have four tall posts and sometimes a canopy on top. This one once had a canopy, but we tore it off one day when were younger, and there was no money to fix it. My cunt still hurts from the beating we got that day.
Mama tied Sally with her hands behind her back and handed me the whip. She told me to whip her good, adding that if I didn't do the job well enough she would let Sally whip me when I was done.
Well, I liked Sally, but I couldn't take any more of that, so I lit in to her for all I was worth, and then some. I cracked that whip into her naked flesh as hard as I could blasting it against her nakedness as if I was a torturer from the middle ages.
I pictured how I would look wearing a black mask, tormenting hundreds of persons who were sent to me by the kind for confessions. The ones I would torture the worst would be those who had offended me in any way in the past.
But I was back in reality after a second, streaking the whip into the flesh of my dear sister with all the force I could master, cracking the lashing tip hard against her nude skin. I raised welts on top of the welts that Mama had raised earlier.
Sally writhed against the bedpost, caught in the tremendous web of pain that her nerves were bound in throughout her body. Never will I know how she endured the whipping that I gave her, standing there naked beating her while she was strapped helplessly to the post.
My cunt tingled every time I heard her cry out in torment. Even now I don't know what thrills me to see a person, tied and helpless, being beaten by another. I just know that the feeling of power and strength I get is a tremendous one, and I want to double the torment to increase the volume of the screams.
Well, that's how it was with me that day. In a furious rage I smashed the whip again and again into the helpless naked flesh of my screaming sister. Mama looked on with great approval each time I cracked the hard leather against her tender delicate frame.
She shook from head to toe when I smacked the burning horror into her skin, wracking her bones with a torment that I would have died if I had to suffer it myself. Her face contorted with the immense agony that the rain of blows from my hands sent into her.
The whip flew through the air with no hindrance. Stopping only when her beautiful teen-age flesh put itself in the way. The gleam in my eye was undisguisable, and I felt terrible knowing that she sensed I was enjoying her torture in some way even though we were the closest of siblings.
Her cries of pain filled the room, overcoming for me the cracking of the whip. All I could hear were the shrill shrieks from her tortured lips, and those shrieks fanned my bloodlust to new heights, so that I stroked her as hard as I could for a long time.
Again and again I blasted the leather tip into her skin, hitting her stomach, then her tits, than her pussy, with the terrifying thong of which I was the lady and mistress. She jerked in her bonds, struggling heroically to be freed from her beating, but her ill timed attempt to escape did her no good. The lashes continued, as did the screams.
The fierce beating that I gave her that night was one she remembered for the rest of her days. Ten years later she recalled it to me as one of the most terrifying experiences of her life, not because I was stronger than Mama, but because I was the one she loved.
I did it, though, especially because I loved her. Had I not gone against her with all my strength Mama might have taken the whip from my hand and lashed Sally herself, and the consequences are still horrible to think about.
The crack of the whip echoed continually in my eardrums, thrilling me with the new felt power that I received from knowing that I could torture my sister at will. I mangled her tender naked flesh with the leather tip of the blasting thong. Red welts sprang up all over her flesh, welts on top of other welts from the fierce beating.
Sally howled in pain as I stroked the leather across her skin. Her body jerked from side to side. The twisting and turning she did proved to be a source of my great delight, for I felt so much more powerful knowing that she could struggle for hours and still not be able to be free.
Her agonies grew with each passing minute, the sting of the biting whip increasing her torment to a level higher than anything I thought she would have been able to bear. Her face was red from the heat and the friction in her veins caused by the ceaseless restless beating of her heart in reaction to the torments I was inflicting on her.
Standing behind me Mama watched the affliction of Sally with the tranquil calm that was her want in such situations. She bore no grudges against those whom she had to punish for disobeying her. The main purpose of her terrifying anger and her severe punishment was to satisfy all her aggression on the spot, leaving none behind, secretly hidden, to brew and ass inside of her and make her bitchy.
I lashed out at Sally, blasting the tearing tormenting whip into her young body, until finally she collapsed from the many pains that I had given her. With that occurrence, Mama stayed my hand from beating her anymore. The two of us took her body down from the bedpost and anointed it with soothing oil to help her heal better. In a couple of days she would be her old self once again, and we could play together in the house the way we liked to.
INTERVIEW TWO
Tom and Bob my brothers, were home the next day, telling me and Sally about the good time they had at our uncle's house, making us jealous that we had not been able to get there, too. They told us we would have our chance, which was true, but if the grass is always greener for some people, I'm one of them, and I never have as much fun doing any tiling as other people say they have, except maybe fucking. That's something I really enjoy more than anyone else I know.
Bob and Tom made the mistake of saying too many nice things about their visit. Their comparisons with our house made Mama feel she was not appreciated the way she should have been, and I could see in her face they had hurt her feelings.
To say they were good boys is to tell the truth, but they also were too often unaware of the great problems Mama had in raising us all by herself, and their insensitivity at times drove poor Mama against the wall.
Sally and I managed to quiet them down some before they had said enough to destroy Mama's faith in herself as a good provider. Their thoughtlessness was unbelievable to me, for if Mama had disciplined us the way we were disciplined at our uncle's I think that not one of us would have been a real human being.
That night the two of them managed to save some face by saying how good the food was at dinner and how they had missed Mama's delicious cooking while they were away. But, true to their ignorance in some things, they refused to take out the garbage, using as an excuse the fact that they were too full from eating to move.
Mama gave them a couple of chances to change their minds, but they were as adamant as two boys have ever been about not doing their work. Finally she said no more but went to where she kept her whips and pulled one Out.
The boys saw her coming, and they knew they would have to suffer for their indolence. Mama never let a mark against her go unpunished. She had trained us so well that we stood and took out beatings the way we knew we should. Tom and Bob undressed, as slowly as they could, I might add, and prepared them selves for the punishment.
Mama started on Tom because he was the oldest of the two which made him naturally the leader in all they did, good or bad. She lashed at him while he looked straight at her as if he was expecting a kiss rather than a beating. She told him to get his ass into the bedroom where she could better deal with him.
Bob and Tom went to their own room, and Mama sent Sally and I to watch. She remained in the kitchen for a few minutes before she came into the room. We wondered what she was doing but not one of us had the courage to ask about her private affairs. We knew that she would tell us what she had done when she was damn well ready.
She attacked Tom again when she was in the room, whipping the leather against his flesh without stopping for a single breath. The loud crack of the whip filled the bedroom, and we watched with gleeful eyes as our oldest brother writhed in horrible pain from the whipping Mama was giving him.
Sally held my hand tight, squeezing me each time the leather tip bit into the flesh of our brother. The way his body made violent jerks when she mauled the whip into his flesh thrilled us both. Our eyes were wide open so that we could see every twitch of his nerves.
Her hand bore the leather onto him with increasing speed until she was lashing at him with no mercy, stroking the thong into his bare naked flesh with incredible power that burned me in spirit because I could see the pain he bore from it.
Mama followed her tradition of beating him everywhere that she could leave marks without them being noticed when he was normally dressed. She lashed at the top of his legs first, burning large weals into his hairy skin. The tip of the thong curled around his thighs when she jerked back to make it pop.
Sometimes the whip would curl all the way around itself, entrapping him for a second in a flimsy knot, and she would pull him bodily off the floor with a strong tug of her arm. The floor scraped his ass when she did that. He whined like a skinned puppy dog, and the others of us in the room laughed to ourselves.
We did not dare laugh out loud, for Mama did not permit anyone but herself to do that when someone was being beaten by her. She knew that we would not have respect for her punishments if we were allowed to laugh when she gave them to others.
Tom howled in pain every time her whip lashed into his young naked skin. She moved from the top of his legs up to his chest, saving the best part for last. She striped his skin and his ribs with her lashes. His nipples were suffering from the collisions they endured with the merciless thong.
The snapping sounds of the whip flashed through the air against our eardrums. I watched her maul my brother again and again with the hard tipped leather, striking his chest with blow after blow from her strong practiced arms.
She took special care to beat him on the nipples whenever she had a good shot at them. He rolled on the floor to prevent her getting him in the same place all the time. She covered his back with lashes, too, because he laid that space open to her more than anywhere else.
Mama whipped him with endless down thrusts of her whip hand. Tom yowled continually after she had beaten his chest and his back for just a few minutes. Always he was the weakest of the lot for bearing the pain that was so often inflicted on us by our loving Mama.
She massacred him in the bedroom. His flesh was red all over except at the extremities and on his crotch. I wondered when Mama was going to get down to the real business of beating him on the cock and the balls. That was when the fun would begin.
She took a minute's rest from the hard work she was doing. I heard her mumble to herself that she wondered if all her efforts were with it. Her children were still as undisciplined as any wild animal could have hoped to be. She did not realize how much we respected and loved her for the love she showed us by keeping us in line the best she could.
Her whip cracked in the air, and I heard Tom cry out in the sheerest pain that he had experienced since his torment began, for she was now in his crotch, snapping the leather into his cock with her full power. His cock whipped back and forth from the force of her blows. It flayed itself against the insides of his legs.
Her hand came down with heavy strokes to his balls also, streaming the leather against them with an endless number of raucous blows. The pain that showed in his face was extreme. Each time she curled the tip into his fragile V his teeth clenched, his back arched in pain, he threw his head back with his eyes closed, and from deep in his throat a scream of terror filled the room.
In time the sounds were almost a symphony of pain. The snap of the whip followed the easy swishing sound, and that was followed by the agonizing call from his body. Their rhythm set me to weaving and bobbing in my seat, and I felt my lovely sister on one side of me and my younger brother on the other side.
Mama punished Tom in the crotch for minutes on end, striking the leather into his flesh as if he were a wild animal she was trying to train. His legs kicked out when she snapped the whip against his balls. His mouth let forth screams that we thought would bring the neighbors running, though we knew they had never bothered us before. Our house was set back from the street and surrounded on each side by a high hedge.
Mama mashed the whip into his cock, reddening his skin so that I'm sure he was unable to fuck for two or three days. That would be the greatest pain of all for him, for he had a girlfriend that he regularly fucked at her house while her parents were at work, and he lived for the time that they were together.
Mama lashed him senseless with her whipping. After she had blasted his cock so many times I am afraid to even guess the amount, she saw him fall unconscious to the floor. She made Bob anoint him with some oil to soothe his wounds. After this was done he revived quickly.
We thought Mama was going to lash at him again, but she had apparently worked out her anger against him. Now there was only Bob who had to bear it. She ordered the pack of us back to the kitchen where we could see why she had wanted the boys to take out the garbage in the first place. The horrible smell of it was all in the air.
I saw a pot covered on the stove with a low flame under it. I guessed what it might be, and I was right for a change. Right then I was damn glad that Bob was Bob and not me. Mama had made some garbage stew for him to eat.
I remember how terrible it smelled when she served it to him in the soup bowl, like a week's supply of trash and junk that was stored in a plastic bag. She had boiled it long enough to kill all the germs, but the smell would not go away no matter what she did.
I almost got sick just looking at it. Bob was in terror at the thought of having to eat it. His pleas for mercy fell of the deaf ears of Mama who was determined to make the punishment fit the crime in a small way. She was going to get rid of the garbage one way or another.
Bob sat at the table with his face twisted in horror. I thought for a minute he was going to vomit into the ill smelling brew that was in front of him, but Mama dared him to vomit, which meant he'd better not. She handed him a spoon and the salt shaker. He waited as long as he felt safe before putting the spoon to his mouth and taking the first sip down his throat.
He choked and spattered the mess on his naked skin. I could see that it was steaming against his flesh, burning him horribly where it landed. Mama laughed to see him squirm in the chair while the spattered soup fell on him.
Finally she ordered him to take down a good mouthful right away. The speed at which he gulped it down is indescribable, but her psychological power over him got quick action.
His face contorted horribly when he tasted the noxious mess that Mama forced him to eat, his eyes rolling in his sockets and his neck cringing up to be better able to bear the pain. Mama forced him to eat a whole bowl of the shit she had served him.
The mere smell from the pot was making the rest of us sick to our stomachs. I will never know how Bob managed to eat that brew without vomiting in it every time he was forced to take a bite. Mama had a great power over us, one that drew no line at anything as Long as it was necessary to get us to do her will.
She handed the whip to Tom and told him to beat Bob while he was having his second serving. Her orders were that Tom should strike Bob every time he spilled the slightest amount of soup from the spoon. Bob ate in slow horror, moving the spoon from the plate to his mouth as carefully as he could.
But the minute he touched the spoon to his mouth he gagged on the putrid flavor, and a batch spilled onto his skin. Tom lashed at him with no quarter, striking him on the back with the whip as hard as he could until Mama told him to stop and give Bob another try.
Bob ate as slowly as possible, managing for the first few spoonfuls to spill nothing at all. But he soon dropped a tiny bit into the bowl, and Tom resumed his vicious attack on his brother's body. Bob whined in pain when he felt the stripes from the leather covering his naked back.
Mama let Tom beat him longer the second time he spilled the soup... She wanted Bob to learn to be very careful about her orders. She did not want him thinking that he could get away with being sloppy some of the time when she had directly ordered him to be neat as a pin.
Bob breathed deep after the second beating was over. He knew that the next one would last a lot longer, so he took special care not to spill even an atom of the soup while he swallowed it down. The horrible expressions on his face from the fetid flavor turned my stomach. Sally buried her head in my lap ft couple of times because she was unable to bare seeing her brother suffer so terribly.
Bob ate until there were only a few spoonfuls left in the bowl. He figured he had it made, so he got a little careless and let some of the crap fall to his legs. Tom was at him in a second, beating him fiercely on the back and the shoulders, raising new weals on top of the old ones.
Bob started to move out of the chair to avoid the blows, but Mama yelled at him and he turned to sit how he had been while his back was roasted by Tom's whipping. Mama made him finish the soup. The expression while he ate the garbage was a terrible one. I think his stomach must have felt more sour than ten pints of sour cream. His face was twisted and cringed, his mouth screwed up in all directions, and he had to breathe deeply to get any air at all.
When he had finished the garbage brew Mama let him come out of the chair. Then she took the whip from Tom and she went at him herself, smashing into him with a raging fury that left her satisfied only after she had beat him a long, long time.
Bob struggled to be free from her torments, but he knew that he dared not run or he would suffer from even worse the minute she got her hands on him later. The whip tore into his flesh, smashing its tip far into the surface of his skin. The howls of pain that rose from him were not as loud as those from Tom, but they were scary anyway.
Mama lashed mercilessly at his cock and his balls, streaming the leather tip over them with all the force she could bring to bear on the whip handle. Bob begged for mercy that she had no intention of granting. He cried out in abject pain as she smashed into him.
Mama raged her fury against her youngest son with a steady regularity, beating him in a one two three rhythm that covered all of him with pain. His cock and his balls were completely red before she stopped beating him in the crotch. His back was covered with welts almost as long as my forearm. Across his legs was a webbing of horrible strokes that made a blueprint pattern for his pain on top of his skin.
Mama finished beating him before he collapsed from the agony. She did not always beat us senseless when she was angry at us. Sometimes she let us go after we hurt in every spot that she dared to hit us. We oiled and rubbed Bob after the beating, soothing the harried nerves of his flesh with the oils that Mama kept for that purpose.
Bob and Tom went to their room that night and slept as easily as they could on their starched sheets. The truth is that they did not sleep very well because of the pain that wracked their flesh during the dark hours. But the next morning the deeper effects of the oil could be felt, and they were practically as good as new except for being sore in the places where they were hardest hit.
We went our way to school as if nothing had happened the night before. Many times I have heard a schoolmate telling about how her mother or her father beat her cruelly, but none had ever told of anything that comes close to what Mama did for us.
That was the beginning of the week. We were all glad that we had not had to suffer worse on the weekend, for we were more annoying to Mama when we were home, and often we bore the brunt of her displeasure with much more force than we had done the past three days.
At school I had to work to keep my ass still, because my sores itched from the healing, and I would have been scratching all day if I had let my desires have all the fulfillment they wanted.
That Monday we came home from school completely cured from all the welts that she had raised on us a couple of days before. We naturally forgot all the pain we had suffered and went into our incredibly bad habits again. I wonder why we are strong willed the way we are. Sometimes I think we all inherited that from Mama, who was one Of the stubbornest women I have ever met.
And we were stubborn.
Despite all the beatings and the torture we were still the same and we got beat the same way and the same number of times.
I think that maybe deep down inside we were all looking for the beatings and acted nasty just so she could beat us.
Mama loved to beat the shit out of us.
I knew that because of the way she would laugh and make fun of us every time that we did something that she didn't like.
It was really crazy and far out but there was something to it that we all got off on.
I know that may sound odd but that happens to be the truth and there's a lot to be said for that.
One day while Sally was taking a bath I happened to go into the bathroom.
There she was naked as the day she was born and all of a sudden I had this urge to do something to her.
Not anything sexual at first but just to scrub her down and wash her and stuff like that.
I walked in and she didn't seem to mind it at all.
I asked her if she wanted me to scrub her back and she said that it was cool with her and that she would love me to.
I started scrubbing at her shoulder blades and back and then I started to work my way around to her tits.
They were small and firm but really nice to feel.
I got a little thrill out of doing that to her and I knew that she felt the same way because she was all panting and groaning by the time that I was through and started to work on her legs and thighs.
"What's the matter?" I asked her as she lolled back in the bathtub and spread her legs.
"Nothing," she said. "It just feels really good."
I was glad of that and I started to scrub her upper thighs until I was at her cunt and really started to rub at her clit.
I didn't know that it was going to lead to the kind of thing that it did.
All I wanted to do was to help her a little.
But as I rubbed she started to moan louder and louder and spread her legs until I could see her whole cunt spread before me.
It was really strange but I found myself getting turned on by the whole scene.
It was really wild.
Then I started on her tits with one hand and on her cunt with the other.
"How does it feel now?" I asked her. "Terrific. Don't stop."
I started to go higher and then I was right at her pussy with my hands. I scrubbed at the clit and then the cunt lips and then harder and harder until there was clearly visible little droplets of her come in the water.
"Rub me there," she gasped as she guided my hand to her cunt.
I dropped the cloth then and stopped pretending.
My ringers entwined themselves around the fine hairs of her pussy and I stroked at the cunt lips and clit.
Then with all the courage I could I rammed my finger all the way into her hole.
The shudder of pleasure and delight that shot through her was something that almost scared me.
But it thrilled and excited me at the same time.
I started pumping in and out of there really fast and hard and she was really into this now.
Her hips started bucking up and down and she was riding her pussy on my two fingers now.
I could feel her cunt muscles starting to contract and expand on my two fingers and knew that she was getting a big charge.
"I love it," she gasped as she bucked and moaned and let the whole pussy wrap itself around my three fingers that I now had in there.
"Do it to me harder," she moaned as I raked my fingers in and out of her drooling pussy and cunt lips.
Her body was shaking and quaking with the need to come and I was going to make sure that she did.
I lifted her ass a little and got her cunt in a better position to finger fuck her.
That was what she wanted and I could see her slosh the water around in the tub and really go to town on my fingers.
She wrapped her own hands around mine and started to help me with the fingering, telling me what to do and how to do it.
I was more than happy to do that.
I was so hot now that I felt like ripping off my own clothes and jumping in that tub with her.
It was so wild that I thought we would never stop.
But just as she was coming I heard a noise at the door and there was Mama.
I was terrified on the spot.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked, as she closed the door behind her.
"Nothing, Mama," I said. "Just helping Sally take a bath."
"I see. By finger fucking her at the same time?"
"Well, I uh," I stuttered.
"Come into my bedroom and we'll see what has to be done," she screamed.
Sally and I looked at each other and knew that we were going to get a beating for this.
Mama was in that kind of a mood and I was sure that she would raise welts and scratches on us this time.
Sally wrapped a towel around her and I walked behind her into Mama's bedroom.
"All right," she said as we entered. "Sally get on the bed and you watch," she said to me.
Sally got on the bed on her stomach and Mama ripped the towel from around her.
I could see her little ass and thighs exposed to Mama.
Mama sneered at her and then took off her belt.
She took a full swing and hit her across the ass with it and a red streak of flesh appeared across both cheeks.
"I love it," Sally gasped as Mama hit her again.
That was when I realized that pain and pleasure were two sides of the same coin.
It was something that was really wild and I discovered that as soon as Sally started moaning and groaning with delight.
After she had whipped Sally half a dozen times she told me to take my clothes off and lie next to her on the bed.
I did as I was told and then she started to beat the both of us at the same time.
It thrilled me too.
I looked over at Sally and she had her eyes half closed in pleasure.
I reached out to touch her and every time the lash fell across me I found myself getting more excited and thrilled and needing the loving attentions of Sally.
By the time the lash had fallen on me five times I had my fingers in Sally's cunt again and she had hers in mine.
We took no longer any notice of Mama. It was the lash that we noticed and began to love.
It came down on us every minute or so and it only heightened the pleasure that we were giving to each other.
My cunt was oozing with the juices that I produced and so was Sally's.
We got into the sixty-nine position and Mama was now watching with rapt attention.
Only once every minute did she let the lash mil across both our bodies at the same time.
And it was that lash that finally brought us both to a shattering orgasm.
It was heavenly.
Mama was different to us after that.
She would still beat us and everything as usual but now it was for a different reason.
She wanted to watch us perform.
She wanted to see me and Sally perform on each other and do everything to each other like we had done on the bed.
It was really wild.
But Sally and I grew to love it.
It was fantastic the way things worked out for the two of us but Mama and me and Sally eventually wound up in bed together.
Mama liked to have her cunt licked and sucked by Sally while she licked and sucked mine.
It was some scene.
There was never anything like it that I have heard of.
It was really terrific.
Mama had such a nice pussy, too.
She loved to have that thing sucked on and played with and I made sure that Sally did her thing to it as often as Mama wanted.
I remember Mama really well. Especially the way she stopped beating us after a while.
She got into the thing of sucking and fingering like me and Sally did and the thrills and pleasures we got from that were better than anything ever.
I know that a lot of people would say that the things me and Mama and Sally did were fucked up and that we were crazy for having done them but they were really a lot of fun.
That's all it was to us. Just a lot of fun and a lot of kicks.
My whole head was turned around by that and so was Sally's.
And most important of all, so was Mama's.
She got into that more and more as each day wore on and she was sure that she had been doing things the wrong way all along.
Me and Sally trained her really well in that respect.
She never once beat us anymore.
Sometimes, just for old time's sake, she would beat our brothers but that was just a light beating compared to the things she used to do to them.
It was more to, keep them in line rather than for fun.
She was weird that way.
But nice nonetheless.
Do you think it's weird?
I mean do you think that Mama and me and Sally are all fucked up like some people say we are?
CONCLUSION
It is obvious to me that the mother in this case is a deranged and probably a very dangerous woman.
I had her background looked into and she did have a long history of abusive and cruel behavior towards a lot of people.
There was no doubt of the fact that she was raising her family in the most depressing and awful atmosphere that could probably have been created.
The girls, however, would recover.
They were young.
They would forget.
GENERAL
CONCLUSION
In the light of the readings that have comprised this book I feel it safe to say that there is nothing wrong with wanting a different kind of experience or thrill from sex.
After all, if sex were not as much fun as it is then nobody would participate in it.
I feel that the only goal two people should have in mind when participating in any sexual act is the mutual satisfaction of the partners involved.
That is the only thing that should concern them.
Nothing else.
What they do and how they do that is of no concern to anyone outside of them.
But there are occasions when complete sexual liberty and freedom can cause stress and strain on a relationship.
I feel that in this book some of these cases have been brought forth.
There is a time and a place for everything but some of these subjects have overstepped even the most liberal of boundaries.
