Sex penetrates the entire personality. A man's sexuality makes up the major part of his personality. Unless this is understood, there is no point in delving into the myriad facets of the human sexuality. The sexually normal individual very often may be a person who is fighting to hold in check a particular abnormal impulse. While the sexual impulses may be guided and controlled at will by some healthy excerpts from the cases in this book.
MARIA C: "He was my English teacher but I didn't care. I turned full toward him and my hands went up to that prick of his. I leaned forward and began to kiss the head of his cock where it bulged in his pants. I thought he was going to explode he was getting so damn hot.
VIRGINIA R: "My father fumbled frantically with my robe, my bra and my panties. I was groaning and writhing against him as he took off my scanty clothes and then covered my body with wet kisses and his hard strong body.
SHARON R: "Oh, baby," Jerry was moaning. "Oh, Sharon, baby," he groaned. Now I was taking his clothes off as fast as my hands could move."
RITA M: "He was a lot older than I was and I knew that he only wanted one thing from me. He wanted my cherry, and we both knew that before the summer was over he would get it."
JANE L: "I knew just what I was doing. I liked the notion of being able to turn on half the school. I liked being the most popular girl with the boys, as well as with the teachers. I could have anyone in the school. But Mr. Gordon was the one I wanted the most, and got."
Archive Note: The original pocketbook contained "CASE HISTORY" headings exactly as recreated in this text. (The second "CASE HISTORY ONE," from its positioning, should have been labeled "CASE HISTORY FIVE.")
CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Maria C. Age: Twenty
INTERVIEW ONE
Maria's case was not unusual in the way things had started. Maria's natural endowments of an usually shapely body and a seductive, attractive face had brought about the attentions of almost every male with whom she came in contact. But it was in high school, when Maria was sixteen, that the attentions of her English teacher brought about the turning point that caused her ultimate promiscuity with older men, and her obsessive-compulsive oral sex craving.
In Maria's case, as in almost every instance when deep emotions are involved, it is best for her to tell her own story. This, then, is her story, in her own words, about that initial sexual involvement-a few years before she finally came to me for help.
Well, doctor, I guess I might as well hold nothing back. That would only retard my progress. And I know that I've just got to tell it like it was-really honest-if I'm to beat this damn craving.
Mr. Coopersmith, he was my English teacher, asked me to stay after class one day. It was when we had handed in an essay, so I thought that he wanted to discuss what I had written. I sat in the first row of the class, and I just smiled up at him and nodded. Then, after the class had gone, I reported to his desk.
Well, I guess I knew that Mr. Coopersmith had always thought I was pretty. I always did have a good shape, and I usually didn't do anything to hide it. You know how high school girls are. I was wearing this real short micro-mini skirt, and a sweater that, well, it was kind of tight. The guys in schools always had to make smart cracks about me when I passed by, and I used to think it was kind of funny.
Anyway, Mr. Coopersmith had made a couple of obvious glances at me that day, and when I stood before his desk, he really kind of stared at my legs and thighs. They sort of were on display, I guess. And then he raised his glance and I knew that he was looking at the bulges of my breasts under that sweater.
"Please, Maria, sit down," he said. Then he got up and went over to the classroom door. He shut it, and I thought that he was probably going to say something very critical about my class paper. I felt a little uncomfortable, and I was also feeling a little embarrassed, since my skirt was practically up to my ass, and there was no way to sit so that it didn't seem like I was showing off my legs.
Mr. Coopersmith sat down and he smiled at me. I began to feel a little better, since, well, I guess I always liked him, and he really was a pretty good-looking teacher. I noticed that he seemed to really be taking in my legs. He licked his lips, glanced first at his desk, and then back to me.
Now he made an obvious look at my breasts. I was wearing one of thos push-up bras underneath, and I guess, well, I was asking for guys to look.
"You know Maria, you have a very attractive shape for your age," he said. "Why, I'll bet you could go into modeling if you wanted to."
I was really surprised, practically dumbfounded, when I heard Mr. Coopersmith say this to me. And then-well, doctor then he put his hand on my knee, and kind of leaned forward and smiled at me. He seemed real tense, and I was just, well, I didn't know what to do.
"Sometimes, I think that every boy in this school must want you to be his steady," Mr. Coopersmith said. "And I don't blame them for it." Then Mr. Coopersmith started to move his hand up my thigh. My mini was so short that he practically ran his hand up to my crotch before the tight material of my skirt stopped his hand from moving up. Well, I can't lie. I did feel something-well, I felt good when his hand roamed over my thigh. But I was nervous too, and I just looked at him.
"You think I could be a model?" I asked. I shifted automatically in the seat next to Mr. Coopersmith, and his hand went alongside my thigh. He let his fingers tighten just a little, and I felt like I wanted to move closer to him, and open my legs. But my mini was so damn tight, that I just managed to move slightly.
"Boy, Maria, your body is fantastic," he said, ignoring my question. He was getting hot, doctor. I glanced down and looked at the way he was sitting. He was leaning slightly forward, and it seemed like the front of his pants was going to pop right open! He had some hard-on, doctor!
Well, I guess it was a combination of being kind of nervous and-I'll be honest-excited that made me bite my lower lip a little, and giggle right in his face.
Mr. Coopersmith sat up straight, and leaned back in his chair. I knew he wanted me to see his stiff, hard prick. I knew that he wanted me to know how that cock of his was just busting through his pants, and how he was aching to shove it into me. "You can really tease a man, Maria," he said. His voice was kind of husky and a little shaky. "Do you know how you look in that sweater?"
"Sure," I said. Well, I saw what I was doing to him, and I just felt myself getting kind of horny. So I figured, what not cock-tease him a little more? He already looked like he was going to shoot off his cock in his pants.
Then he stood up, and oh, I couldn't believe it! The front of his pants was sticking out like he had a wooden pole inside! He just stood there in front of me, with that rock-hard prick of his bulging out of the front of his trousers. I sat there and, well, I wanted to reach up and touch it. It just looked so damn strong and hard, and I saw the tip-where the head of his cock was wet on his pants. Shit! I thought, this guy's shooting off his milk without even feeling me up! I lifted my head and looked right into my teacher's face. His prick was alongside my face, and I thought, from his expression, that he was going to pop off his whole load right in his pants.
"You get me crazy, Maria," Mr. Coopersmith said. Then he placed both of his hands behind my head, and kind of pulled my face forward toward his prick. Well, this sort of thing never happened to me before, and I just turned my head a little, as I giggled. I didn't know just what he wanted. Maybe my long black hair made his balls hotter!
I was sitting down, but I let Mr. Coopersmith guide my head over to his prick. I turned my face against the rock-hard bulge in his pants, and I heard him moan, and his body kind of stiffened up and began to tremble a little. Now I was beginning to feel horny. I felt my pussy moisten up, and I wanted to have a pair of hands rubbing and feeling my tits. I felt like I wanted to come right out of my cock-teasing outfit, and let this man shove his prick into my fuck-hole and put a quart of good old hot sperm, you know, his nice sweet cream into me. I turned full toward him, and my hands went up to that prick of his. I began to kiss the head of his cock where it bulged in the front of his pants. Wow! I thought Mr. Coopersmith would blow up, he got so damn hot when I fondled and kissed his prick!
"Please, Maria," he moaned. "Take it out of my pants, baby! Please, take my prick out! Please...."
Well, I was already horny enough to let my own father pop his nuts in my pussy, so I just started to unzip my teacher's pants, and unbuckle his belt. My mini had risen up to my waist, and I was leaning forward against Mr. Coopersmith, letting my fuckhole rub against his leg while he stood next to me.
My tits were practically standing up, I was so fucking hot. I was twisting and grinding against Mr. Coopersmith, and he was twisting his horny body against me. His hands slid down, and he almost made me scream out when he started to play with my tits! Then I slid his pants down. His cock just stood right up and pointed at me. It looked so fucking hard that I thought he could kill me with it if he ever shoved it up my fuck-hole.
"Maria," he groaned. "Please, Maria, please," he said. "Hold it in your hands!"
I took his prick into my hands and I started to play with it. It was hot and hard, and there was some scum starting to come out of the tip. Then Mr. Coopersmith put his hands back behind my head again. He was pulling me forward while he kind of humped against my face. Oh, was I hot! And I realized that I knew what he wanted. He wanted to stick that prick of his into my mouth!
I had heard some of the girls speak about it. And, sure, I was curious about it. But that was all-curious. Once, a guy I dated wanted me to suck him off. He asked me. He said it was great, and he practically begged me to do it. Butt I didn't. I just refused, and I only went so far as to give my date a hand-job and then to let him finger-fuck me. But I had never let any guy shove his hot cock into my mouth and then shoot his come off!
Well, something was different now. Now I was really horny, too, and Mr. Coopersmith's prick was so fucking hard and so much bigger and stronger than that boy's had been. Well, I let the tip of my tongue touch the head of his cock. I tasted a little of his come in my mouth, and that made me hotter. Wow! I started to kiss it. Mr. Coopersmith was moaning and hanging onto my long black hair while my mouth started to play with his prick.
"Put it in your mouth, baby!" Mr. Coopersmith groaned. "Let me empty my balls in your hot fucking mouth!" he said. I could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing with lust in my hand. Then I let my lips encircle his prick. There was plenty of come on the head of his cock, and his prick just slid into my mouth, between my lips. My lipstick was coming off right there on Mr. Coopersmith's peter, I thought.
Mr. Coopersmith just let his hips pump back and forth as his prick slid forward and backward in my mouth. It was so fucking big and hard it almost choked me-but I was so damn hot that I loved it.
"Please baby, please," he moaned. Now I was really doing a job on his rock-hard cock. My fingers were playing with his balls, and' I was licking and sucking and kissing his peter so that I thought he'd jump out of his skin.
Suddenly I reached behind Mr. Coopersmith and put my hands on his ass. I pulled him forward, and that big fucking prick of his went all the way back in my throat. He cried out with lust and pleasure, and I was afraid that somebody else in the school might hear what was going on, and then come into the classroom. Imagine that! Here I am, dressed like the school's little cock-tease queen, sitting in a chair with my sexy micro-mini up to my ass, sucking the shit out of my English teacher!
And I heard even that Mr. Coopersmith was married! I wondered, briefly, whether his wife ever had gotten him as hot as I did, and whether or not she ever sucked off his prick like I was doing now! Or maybe he had a daughter my age? I wonder if she'd ever sucked her daddy. Or maybe ... could she have let him fuck her?
I was groaning too, with Mr. Coopersmith's hot cock in my mouth, and my lips rubbed and sucked teasingly against his pulsating prick while his own moaning told me that he was going to shoot off like a fire-hose!
We were entwined in our lust and our bodies undulated against each other, throbbing and burning for satisfaction. I was pulling Mr. Coopersmith over me, so that every inch of his luscious prick went right into my mouth. He was humping his hips so that his red-hot cock almost came off.
Suddenly I felt my teacher's cock become so fucking hard I thought it had turned to stone! He was sweating and trembling and grunting and moaning, and he just couldn't seem to hold my head tight enough or get his prick deeply enough into my mouth. I felt him go so fucking deep between my lips that I thought I was going to swallow his balls!
Then he shuddered. I heard a deep moan come from Mr. Coopersmith, and I felt a sudden, hard, thick jet of cream shoot into my mouth. As it hit the back of my throat, I thought that I was going to choke on it, and then, another jet shot into my mouth. And another. Then a few more hot, thick squirts of milk fired off into my mouth, and the cream was seeping between my lips, when I felt Mr. Coopersmith's cock begin to soften inside my mouth. His hands were gripping me convulsively when he shot, and I didn't even get a chance to breath, until his pecker got soft and he let it slip out of my mouth. I had swallowed about half of his juices, and I just coughed the rest up, and spit it onto the floor.
I guess it was the fact that his prick had almost choked me, and the new experience of what it was like to suck off a guy, that made me forget all about myself. I had gotten so wrapped up in sucking, that I had lost my initial desire to have Mr. Coopersmith satisfy me.
I sort of came to my senses again, after Mr. Coopersmith had gotten his rocks off in my mouth. I can't pretend. I loved it. I just loved sucking off that big hot man's prick, and I knew that I'd probably have to control myself to keep from letting every guy I dated now from pumping his cream into my mouth.
Mr. Coopersmith seemed awfully worried when we finished. Not about me-I guess he sensed how much I'd loved sucking him-but about, well, after all, we were there in a classroom, not in some hotel or bedroom! I knew that if we were someplace real private, he'd have felt me up until his prick was like a rock again, and then he sure as hell've fucked me like there was no tomorrow. But, well, we sort of had no time. So I got myself together, and Mr. Coopersmith pulled his prick inside his shorts and pulled up and zipped his pants. But I knew this wasn't it. I wanted him again. Sure I wanted him to fuck the belly off me, but more than that ... I just had to let this man shove his prick into my mouth again. I had to suck him! I had to suck him!
Before I left the classroom-it had been the last class, at the end of the day-I wrote down my phone number and just left it in front of Mr. Coopersmith. There was nothing else to explain. It was Friday, and the end of the day. I went home. And that night I finger-fucked myself five times, just thinking about that cock of Mr. Coopersmith's!
My folks had gone away on a short, week-long trip, and I was alone in the house on Saturday. I woke up about ten o'clock and took a shower. All the time I was thinking about only one thing: when the fuck is Mr. Coopersmith going to call? When is that man going to give it to me, again? When am I going to feel that rock-hard cock of his pump more hot cream into my mouth? Oh, I was going crazy just thinking about getting felt up and laid, and about sucking and fucking until every inch of my shapely body was satisfied. I finger-fucked myself while I sat around the house in a baby-doll nightgown. Then I got dressed. I put on one of my other short skirts.
This one wasn't too tight, though. And I put that push-up bra on. It really made me look sexy. I had a real good shape, anyway. But with that damn push-up bra, and then the low-cut blouse over it, I could make the guys come in their pants. But all I really wanted was for Mr. Coopersmith to come again in my mouth.
At noon the phone rang. I jumped up out of the chair I had been sitting in and grabbed the receiver. "Hello!" I said. My voice was anxious, and I guess it came across that way.
"Hello? Maria? Is this you?" said Mr. Coopersmith's voice. But he was almost laughing a little, and I guess he knew it was me.
"Yes, it's me," I said.
"You sound anxious," he said.
"I am," I said. I felt bold. And, well, after what had happened, there was no point in being formal or in pretending any.
"I want to see you today," he said.
At first, when I told him to come over to my house, he said that was crazy. But then, when I explained about my parents being away, he agreed to come over. He'd be over at about three-thirty.
While I waited around the house for him, I felt like I was going to jump out of my skin. Shit, I wanted to get fucked, I thought. I want to feel that man's prick in my hole. I want to suck every drop of come out of his big, stiff, rock-hard cock!
I knew what I wanted, and I knew what Mr. Coopersmith wanted. So then I just said to hell with the clothes I was wearing, and I slipped back into that baby-doll nightie I had slept in. I caught a glimpse, of myself in the mirror. Not bad, I thought. Guess I would always know how to make a man's cock stand straight up!
The doorbell rang about three-fifteen, and I ran to answer it. Mr. Coopersmith was there, and he was carrying a briefcase. "You can say that I came over to help out with your schoolwork." he gestured, "in case anybody saw me here at the door."
I thought that this teacher of mine was pretty smart. Then I wondered if he'd been humping any other of his students. Maybe he'd been fucking his daughter. Or, and I giggled to myself at the thought of it, maybe his daughter's English teacher had been fucking the shit out of her!
When he came in, he looked me over once. I saw the hard-on bulging in the crotch of his pants. Bet he had been thinking about fucking me, too!
"You really know how to make a man want you, Maria," he said. "Wow, you make my balls boil over in that nightgown."
"Like it better than my skirt?" I teased.
"You make me hard as a rock."
"You want me to make it soft?" I taunted. I knew how crazy I was making Mr. Coopersmith by saying these things to him. I could see his pecker standing up stiff and hard under his pants. And as I spoke, it seemed to get harder.
"You know what it means to be a cock-teaser?" he smiled.
"Sure. That's what I'm doing to you. I'm teasing your fucking cock." I said.
Then he came forward and put his hands around my waist. He didn't have to pull me forward for me to feel his thing sticking up into me. It made me horny. Then he let his hands go up, slowly, and press over my nipples, which were sticking up as hard as his prick. The thin filmy black nightie didn't protect my tits at all from the lustful rubbing and feeling of his hands.
"You've got the kind of tits that drive me wild, you little cunt," he said. His voice was husky with passion, and I felt myself responding to him by reaching madly for his prick, and rubbing it in my hands. "Ooh, when you do that to me you make me feel like my prick is going to come off in your hands, Maria!"
Well, I had been horny as a bitch waiting for this man, doctor. And now, while we were feeling and playing with each other I just couldn't control my passion. I started to unbuckle and unzip his pants as fast as I could, and I just pulled them off him, and started to fall down on my knees and kiss that red-hot cock of his. It was so fucking hard-like yesterday-and it was throbbing and pulsating, as I fondled his hot balls, and I let his member slip between my lips into the soft wetness of my warm mouth.
"Oh, Maria," he moaned. "Wait, baby, wait. Let me ran it up your sexy little pussy. Please, doll-please!" he said almost frantically. He knew that if I kept that cock of his in my mouth for long, he'd pop his nuts. And he wanted to empty that hot load of his into my pussy this time.
Well, I couldn't control myself. I was sucking and sucking, and he was going crazy with his cock inside my mouth, rubbing back and forth, in and out, back and forth, while my hot lips and my passionate tongue played havoc with his pecker. I was groaning and twisting and I just couldn't get enough of that grown man's prick down my fucking throat. My mouth was filled with saliva, and my lips dripped from the wild sucking I was doing, and my eyes were closed, and we both began to undulate rhythmically to sucking I was giving him.
"Please, Maria, please, please ... please!" I heard Mr. Coopersmith moaning under his passion. This guy's cock was caught in my mouth and I wouldn't let it go! Wow, he was really throbbing and red and glistening and so fucking hot, that I figured his milk would shoot right through the back of my head when he came! He forgot all about my pussy, and just wanted to stick that hot prick of his further and further down my throat. He had his hands behind my head and he was choking me by pulling me almost right through him!
Then I knew that in a second he'd be shooting his load. He was groaning out loud and twisting madly against me. I felt his balls get so fucking hot they were like burning rocks, and his prick stiffened up like the stump of a redwood tree right in my mouth, and wham! He fired off a jet of milky scum that shot right back and down my throat. Then a few more big fucking blasts of hot cream filled my mouth, and I was swallowing his come down as fast as he shot it. He must've been dreaming about me last night, also, because he pumped off twice the damn load that he had shot off yesterday in the classroom. And, this time when his cock was soft, and when his balls cooled off, there was no scum to cough out on the floor. I had swallowed down every fucking ounce of that big man's load! There was a big thick run on the floor, and when Mr. Coopersmith let his peter slip out of my mouth, he just slumped down on the rug, with a big, satisfied smile on his face.
Just sucking off that man made me come, too, doctor, and the panties of my babydolls were sticky with my own juice.
Mr. Coopersmith was sure a horny guy! Why, he leaned over and started to feel me up about thirty seconds after his cream was spent in my mouth. I was sure surprised! But hell, we were there to fuck, doctor, and I was at least as horny as he was, so my body naturally responded to his lustful feeling. He sucked my tits right through my nightie, and that drove me wild. I threw myself back down on the rug and just moaned.
"Please, fuck me. Please stick that prick into me. Let me have it all-right up my fuck-hole," I said. My long black hair was tossed carelessly back, and my breasts offered themselves up to his greedy, passionate hands. Soon he had ripped my black nightie from my body, and, with his big prick stiffening up again, he tore my panties from my body.
"Oh, I want to stick every inch of my pecker into your sexy, hot, cock-teasing pussy, Maria!" he groaned. "I can't get enough of that soft, sexy, body of yours," he moaned, as his mouth passionately covered every inch of my burning-hot body with his lustful kisses. I almost screamed out loud when he spread my legs apart and began sucking my pussy. I thought that my body had become enveloped in a swirling, swimming mist of pleasure, and his tongue darted madly in and out of my hole, as he toyed with my clit and brought charges of ecstasy through my horny, teenage body.
I came like crazy. I came and I groaned, and I wrapped my legs around Mr. Coopersmith's head. And when every ounce of pussy-juice had been drained from me, I sighed and fell back on the rug, with my legs apart.
Well, Mr. Coopersmith was horny enough to fuck his mother after he had made me come by eating me, so his prick wanted satisfaction, too. He just leaned right over me, and when I felt his pole sticking into the front of my pussy-rubbing into my black pubic hairs-I knew he was going to shoot that hot second load right up my hole.
"Ready again?" I teased. Then I laughed hoarsely, and he plunged uncontrollably forward, jamming that piece of hard meat right into my pussy. I yelled as he shoved it in. It hurt for a moment, and then my hands were on his ass, pulling his whole body down on me, meeting his thrusts of lust, with my own undulations of passion, he must have been hotter than a horny stud, because after a couple of minutes of our humping he grunted like a rooting pig and wow! I felt thick, milky bolts of scum shoot right up my pussy-hole. And I came too. And after he had emptied each drop of come into me, we fell asleep right there on the rug. He didn't even pull his softened member out of my cunt.
Well, doctor, that fucking had been good, of course. But it didn't even compare to the feeling of passion I got when I was sucking. And I awoke before Mr. Coopersmith on that rug and I realized then and there that I just wanted to suck off that man again. I had become a prisoner of that wonderful feeling of having a man's cock in my mouth and feeling him completely under my control, and then feeling him empty his insides into my mouth, after I had driven him crazy with my oral love-play.
When Mr. Coopersmith had awakened, my hand was fondling his pecker. I was looking at it, and remembering what it looked and felt like when it was hot and throbbing and poking into my mouth. Mr. Coopersmith just turned over, and spread his legs, letting me get a look at those balls of his hanging loosely between his legs.
"You want more, don't you, Maria?" he said. "I knew you loved it when I first saw you at the school. Those short skirts, those sexy low cut and see-through blouses, sitting with your skirt up to your ass-I knew what it all meant," he said. And I knew that he was getting hotter with every word he uttered. And he was making me feel like I was the little sex-queen of the town! Hell, I was remembering how all the guys used to say things when I passed in the hall, and I remembered how one guy whistled when I was on my way home from school one day. Want it, baby he had asked? Now I knew what he meant by "wanting it!"
"It's big and hard when you get excited, Mr. Coopersmith. And it feels good when I...." then I hesitated .
He laughed. "When you what, baby?" he said.
"When I do this!" I said suddenly. Then I quickly sprawled over Mr. Coopersmith's body and began to kiss and suck his prick and his balls. I was too quick for him, because both his legs were wide apart, and I had his cock in my mouth before he knew it. In a minute I had him up again, and I was oozing juice from my hole, because this made me so hot I couldn't stand it!
"Ooh, you little cock-sucker!" he groaned. I was really sending him to heaven, because he was pumping like a bastard under my sucking and licking mouth. In and out, in and out, I just kept sucking and sucking, and I was coming like the horniest bitch in the world, and then everything inside Mr. Coopersmith's balls just boiled over and exploded into my mouth. He popped another load right where I wanted it.
Well, that's how it started-this crazy obsession I've got with sucking off men. There's been plenty since my English teacher. Can you help me, doctor? I just don't know how I can handle this problem.
CONCLUSION
I spoke at length with Maria, and I explained that there was, first of all, no reason to feel guilty. After all, it was just an unfortunate fact that one of her early sexual encounters had proven to be unusually exciting-and of what would normally be considered a "perverse" nature. I don't actually believe in this concept of perverse actions in sex at all, and I used it as the term which would be familiar to her.
I explained that certainly, with time, and with definite efforts on Maria's part to explore-volitionally-other facets of heterosexual relating, her obsession could be alleviated.
I succeeded in building Maria's initial confidence in herself, and, ultimately, in helping her to overcome her obsessive-compulsive behavior by healthy sexual experimentation.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Subject: Virginia R. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Virginia Was an unusually attractive girl who looked much older than she was. She had a body that was not especially developed, but her face was striking and she was more careful than most young women about her dress. It was coincidental that a remark I made about her lovely slacks and jacket, on her first visit to me, proved to be the question that brought her to reveal the reason for her seeking help.
Virginia had been seduced by her father two years earlier. She had been unusually close to him since her mother's death, and it was her father's wish that she dress as close to the way her mother had dressed. In every way, Virginia had been or had tried to be a good daughter. Her torment came when she was seduced at age fifteen, because, she explained almost tearfully, she had felt a strong desire of her own for her father.
Her desire to be a good daughter had mushroomed into a twisted passion to satisfy her father's lusts, which, because of his own loneliness and her obvious youth and attractiveness, were powerful and demanding.
I asked Virginia to relax and to tell me in as much detail as possible, of what had transpired initially, when her father had seduced her, so that I could get a clear idea of how things developed from there and led to her present entrapment in her incestuous relationship.
Daddy was very despondent after Mom died. He'd go to work, come home, have dinner with me and then watch TV before going to bed. I guess that I had always been closer to my Dad than to my mother and it really hurt me to see him like this. One evening, after Dad had sat for a couple of hours in the living room, he went up to bed. He hadn't even watched TV that night, and I guess he had been very down. I felt sick watching what was becoming of him and I went up to his bedroom. For three weeks, I hadn't so much as gone out on a date with a fellow, for fear of what Dad might do if he were home all alone with memories of Mom. I felt lonely and sad, too. I guess there were tears in my eyes when I went up to Daddy's room. Anyway, I sure felt awful.
I knocked at the door, and then Dad asked me to come in. It wasn't locked, so I just pushed it open and walked inside. Dad was sitting on the bed in his underwear. He looked up at me and smiled. I felt happy to see him smile, and I smiled at him.
"Hi, honey," I said.
I just walked over to Dad and fell down on my knees beside him. "Daddy," I said, "Oh, Daddy, I'm so worried about you."
"Now, now, baby, doll," my father said. He stroked my hair. "I just feel like I want to be alone sometimes to think, that's all."
"Do you want me to go?" I asked my father.
"No, honey, I want you here with Daddy, if you want to be," he said softly.
"Of course, Daddy," I said. "Of course I want to be with you."
Then I got up and I sat on my father's lap. It was the first time I had done that since I was a child, and it felt good to be held. After all, I had been lonely and hurt because of Mommy's death, also.
Well, I guess I had grown quite a bit since those days when I had been a child, because I could tell that Dad was holding me like a woman, not like his little girl. And I, well, to be honest, I felt like it was a man holding me, not my father, and that felt a little strange, and good.
"Honey, you're all Daddy's got now," my father whispered in my ear. "You're the only lady of the house, and the only thing Daddy's really got to love."
I snuggled close to my father's body and encircled him with my arms. "Oh, Dad, I need you, too," I said. I just wanted to be close, to feel held, and safe and wanted.
I was wearing a flimsy robe over my bra and panties, and as I leaned forward against my Dad the front of the robe kind of fell open, baring my tits and my naked body. The bra was only one of these newer plunging types and well, I guess I hadn't even been aware of what I was showing my Dad.
My father leaned his head against me. "Oh, my Virginia," he said. And I felt his head rub the top of my tit. Well, what shocked me was not that my father had unintentionally touched my tits-I'm sure it was not intentional-but that a sudden flush of, well, of warmth and desire overtook me. I involuntarily pressed closer against him. He raised his head to look into my face and his lips brushed against my nipple, sending a charge of heat through my body.
I knew that I should just kiss him, then get up and go downstairs to my own room, after I said goodnight. But, well, Doctor, I held my Daddy tighter, and I kissed him hard. "I need you Daddy," I said. "I really need you. I'm upset because Mom died, too. I feel so really scared and I feel lonely."
My Daddy kissed my cheek. I kissed him again and then I was embracing him. I felt him respond and his arms encircled my body. I arched my back while I sat in his lap, and my tits just offered themselves. Then, before I knew all that was happening, my father's mouth was over my tit. It was as though he was kissing and sucking it at the same time, and it felt so good.
I sat there in Daddy's lap letting him kiss my tits and fondle my tits with his hands. I knew we should stop, but I couldn't help myself.
I twisted against Daddy and urged his hungry kisses on. Then I felt it under my ass! Oh, my father's cock had gotten as stiff and hard as a wooden pole. I felt it busting through the front of his undershorts and pressing against the crack of my ass.
I started to arise while Daddy kept kissing and feeling me. I turned slowly so that my standing wouldn't shake his arms free of my body. As if I'd wanted him to let go! I felt my pussy get juicy and wet from his feeling me up, and I was only aware that my Daddy had a piping hot cock and that my pussy needed a fucking!
"Oh, Virginia," My Dad moaned as we embraced again. He was standing up beside me. "I want your hot young body," he groaned as his feeling and rubbing became more intense and passionate.
"Oh, Daddy," I sighed, and I let myself grind slowly against him, tantalizing his excited dick even more. My belly rubbed against the hard pole protruding from the front of my Daddy's shorts and I felt my Dad's shorts become wet and sticky where the head of his hot prick was jutting out.
My hand went to his prick. Oh, my Daddy had the biggest, hardest prick I ever touched. Sure, I made out with guys, and plenty of them had big peckers. But Daddy's was the biggest rod that I ever toyed with my hands. And it just stood out against the material of his shorts while I fondled it. I imagined that big prick going into my fuck hole and that made me hotter than ever.
"Oh, Daddy, it's like a rock. It's so hard, Daddy, and it's so strong," I groaned while he felt me up more and while I played with his hot member he spoke.
"Virginia, you're making me crazy. You've got such a body!" my Dad said. I guess it was just that my body was hot and young and that I was so fucking horny and hungry for sex that made Dad feel I had such a terrific shape. Actually, I felt I was just average, but when Daddy got my tits and my pussy going, I was hotter than any perfectly molded sex goddess. Like I thought I was going to bust out of my skin. Dad sure was doing everything right to make me want to get fucked.
We rolled back and fell on the bed, me practically twisting out of my skin for Daddy's hard prick and Daddy just about to shoot off like a geyser. My father fumbled frantically with my robe, my bra and my panties. I was groaning and writhing against him as he took off my scanty clothes and then covered my body with his passionate hands and lustful kisses.
My hands were holding my Dad's balls and his prick, and he was going crazy trying to make me open wide enough for his dick to go in.
"Please, Virginia, please!" he said.
Well, I all but wrapped my legs around Daddy once his shorts were off. And then he went in. His hot, burning prick must have been at least seven inches long and if he had waited a second longer to plunge it into my fuck hole, it probably would have exploded.
We both groaned as he stuck it into me. Everything in me tightened up and I held Daddy with my arms and my legs and then he popped his nuts.
Daddy's prick fired off a stream of milky come that tore my belly apart. I felt that hot milk like it was molten love, and Daddy just kept shooting like his balls had been filled with cream for weeks. Well, they had been, I guess. Daddy hadn't had any sex with Mom when she took ill and it was a few weeks since she died.
"Give it all to me, Daddy," I groaned. "Let me have your cock. Give it to me, Daddy. Give it to me."
Dad had shot half his load when I came. Oh, I had never felt so good before. I just came and came and then Dad's cock and balls had done their job and his prick was soft again. Even the guys half Daddy's age who I had dated and sometimes petted with, never popped a load like my father did. And no prick ever satisfied me like Daddy's big, hard joystick.
It started that way.
That night I returned to my room. Daddy and I didn't speak or even mention what had happened at all. But, I guess unconsiously, we both knew that we had loved it, and we knew we wanted more.
Early next morning Daddy knocked on my bedroom door.
"Virginia," he said when he entered, "last night, well, I want to say-"
I ran to my father. I knew what he was going to say, but I couldn't stand to hear it. Daddy had always been such a good father to me and I was so confused, I just didn't want to hear him feeling sorry or regretful. I guess I felt a little guilty also but I wanted to just drown those emotions out. The two of us had been through so much together since Mom had died.
"Dad, please don't say anything," I said, hugging him. I had only my panties on and I held him real close, pressing my head against his chest. "Everything's all right, Daddy," I said. "Everything's going to always be all right. Please, Daddy, don't-"
And we were holding and hugging each other. I just couldn't help what I felt. My father's body made me think of last night and I felt so close to him, I felt so hungry for him.
"Daddy, I want you always," I said and I reached up for his face and kissed him. He embraced me and we began to kiss and excite each other again.
"Virginia you're Daddy's little girl," my father said. "You're a fine young woman now.
Just the kind of woman a man needs, dear," he said. And before we could think, we were grinding with each other and enjoying the excitement of our bodies rubbing together. I felt Dad's cock getting stiff as a rock again. I felt my own body just yearning for that lusty kind of fucking Daddy had given me yesterday. My nipples were erect as little diamonds, and my hole was wet and ready for Daddy's pole to enter.
"Oh, Virginia, you've got me crazy for you. I bet all the boys that know you want to give it to you, don't they, honey?"
The thought of my father being aware of me being fucked or felt up by other guys got me more excited. This was like Daddy getting what all the other guys had taken, only really getting more. After all, the other guys had to date me, and take me places, and so on. But my Daddy just took me and fucked me. He just fucked the belly off me! And I was really making Daddy happy. I could tell the way his rod stood up, and I knew that the way he fucked the shit out of me last night he was really horny for me.
I took Dad's cock in my hand and rubbed it. He was moaning with pleasure, and I felt the throbbing, rock-hard cock begin to leak some cream from its head. I knew that meant Daddy was ready to empty the big load into me and I kneeled down to slip his shorts off. But when I did, he put his hands behind my head and pressed my face down against his erect member.
"It's up for you, honey," Daddy whispered hoarsely. "It's standing up for your sweet, soft touch, baby," he said.
I knew what he wanted. Once, before, I had sucked off a guy on a date. He was nothing special, really, and I only did it to get the horny creep off me. After all, I knew that he wanted to get into my pants but I also knew that I could satisfy him by emptying his horny nuts with my mouth. It was my convenience, not his pleasure, that concerned me. But now, I knew, I really cared about Daddy. He wanted a suck job. He wanted his sexy young daughter to pipe him. He wanted to thrust his hard, stiff yearning prick into my mouth and fire off a pint of gism. Well, Daddy's wish was my duty. That's how I took it. I wanted to make him happy. And he had gotten me so fucking hot with his roving, feeling hands, and his kisses and his grinding, that I'd have sucked off a football team while he stood on and watched, if that was what he wanted me to do. My cunt was practically dripping with love juice.
Daddy's shorts were off and my hands gently caressed his balls. I had long nails and I used them to tantalize my Dad by playing teasingly with his hairy nuts while I kissed the tip of his long cock. His groaning and moaning told me that I was sending shivers of pleasure through every inch of his body. And I was getting hotter by the second, just thinking about all of Daddy's milk shooting off into my mouth!
I was hot and horny like some cheap little tramp who gets passed around at parties and I looked up at Daddy seductively. "You've got some cock, Daddy," I said. "You've got the kind of prick I need to keep me happy and satisfied. I want lots of your fucking every day."
My words really got Daddy crazy, and he spread his legs wide apart so that I could get hold of every delicious inch of his pecker. I giggled and opened my mouth wide. Then I leaned forward and let that rock-hard, piping hot prick of Daddy's just slide right back into my mouth. He moaned like he was going to pass out and I felt his body shudder with pleasure as I started to suck him.
Daddy stood still with his legs wide apart and I was kneeling right down in front of him, moving my head forward and backward, back and forth, making every square inch of my father's prick tingle with passionate delight. My mouth filled with saliva and I knew that the wet warmth of my lips and mouth were bringing Daddy's balls to their boiling point. I knew that my sucking would make Daddy's prick pop off a king-sized load that would probably choke me. But I was so fucking hot, I only wanted to keep sucking and sucking and sucking my father's stiff prick!
"Oh, Virginia," Daddy moaned. "You're making me go out of my mind."
Then suddenly a sharp squirt of scum shot into the roof of my mouth and I knew that I had sent Daddy into another fit of ecstasy. The jets of cream just didn't stop. I think I had gotten Daddy so fucking hot with me sucking and dick-teasing, that I drained a week's supply of come out of his balls. His prick just fired off his load in continuing squirts. I felt my own pussy juice dripping down the top part of my thigh and I knew that my Daddy was going to have to fuck me six times to end this burning hunger in me.
When his cock was emptied of all the cream he had to give me. Daddy's prick became soft and wet, and I let it slip out of my mouth. He was in a sort of light-headed reverie, and he sat lazily down on the bedroom floor. I coughed a little and wiped the white scum from the edge of my mouth. Most of it, I had swallowed. Shit, it shot so fucking hard into my mouth that I didn't have any choice. It practically shot right down my throat as my Daddy came.
That day we fucked and sucked each other two more times. Daddy was love-starved, and I was turning into the kind of sex slave that got horny at the mere thought of a prick-my father's prick at that!
There's no point in saying that I only wanted to please my father. My father satisfied me. He fucked me like no guy my own age had ever even dreamed of fucking me. And his prick was the most luscious prick I ever saw, fondled or sucked off. I really felt all horny and excited every time Daddy's image came into my mind. I just felt that cock going into me, through me, and pumping off that creamy hot love juice, and I knew I had to have Daddy, and to keep having him.
During the next two weeks, I went out on one date. My father had told me to do so and although I really felt no desire to be with this guy I went out with, I went anyway. Maybe Dad felt guilty. I don't know. But he did want me to date some guys my own age, he had said.
My date and I went to a movie. I was wearing a real short skirt and I guess this guy took it for a come-on. I certainly had become less inhibited about my body since, well, since my father and I began to fuck each other.
When we were sitting in the theater, this guy leaned forward and put his hand on my thigh. The skirt was so short when I sat that he was only touching my stocking. My skirt had risen really high. I felt a little amused. Then he took my hand and brought it across the seat to his lap. He pressed it gently against his member. Well, that was no surprise. I knew he had a hard-on. Did he expect to shock me?
"See what you did?' the kid said. Then he kind of arched up so that I could feel his pecker trying to come through his pants.
Oh, this guy was too much, I thought. His prick was not even half as big or hard as Daddy's.
"Now what's what?" I said sarcastically. This seemed to get him a little excited.
"You know what it is," he smiled. Then he started to unzip his fly there in the theater. He pulled my hand to his peter so that I could feel his pubic hair and the bulge of his member, as he tried to press it against my hand.
This guy was irritating me. I know now that it wasn't his fault and I know I shouldn't have done this.
I leaned a little over to my date and I touched his pole gently. "It's really hard, isn't it?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah," he panted.
"Well, are you almost ready to shoot?" I teased, and I pressed his cock for a second when I said it.
"Sure I am, Virginia," he said. "You know how you make me feel, don't you?" he asked.
"Oh, sure, I do," I said. "But I need a man, not a boy," I said. "Now why don't you just stuff that thing right back in your pants and take it home to Mother."
Then I grabbed my jacket and I got up and left.
I know it was just awful of me to do that, but I guess I just felt a little angry because Daddy had asked me to actually go out with another guy-a kid-and he didn't understand that I just wanted him. Of course, Daddy was right and that's why I'm here, Doctor. But it seemed then that the only thing I needed, the only thing that could satisfy me, was my father's dick, in my pussy or in my mouth. It just had to be Daddy's.
When I went home that evening, I found Daddy sitting alone in the kitchen. He told me to go out with a guy my own age, and here he sits, waiting for me. Well, I knew how he felt.
"How come you're home so early, Virginia?" my father asked me. "Anything wrong?"
"No, Daddy, nothing's wrong," I said. I walked over to him and he stood up and hugged me.
"Daddy," I said, "I want to be with you.
Daddy understood. He always did. And I guess even though he knew we were doing something wrong, he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. After dinner, we went into the living room to see some TV.
We sat on the couch together. I had undressed, and the only thing I was wearing was a filmy type of house robe. I knew that Daddy was looking at me and I knew what he was thinking, because when I glanced at him lying back on the couch with his hard-on bulging in his pants, the only thing I could think of was to fuck. To feel my Daddy's prick fucking and fucking and fucking the shit out of me. That's all I wanted. That's all I felt.
I lounged back enticingly in the semi-lit living room and used the remote control to turn off the set. "Love me, Daddy," I said simply. Oh, shit, how I needed that father of mine to give me lots of cock. I felt my body responding to the thought of him feeling me up almost as I actually responded to his hands on my tits and my ass. I felt like I was going to melt, I was getting so fucking hot.
My Daddy had arisen, and was walking over to me with that beautiful big prick of his making that tent in his pants rise even higher.
"I've got a lot for you tonight, baby," my father said.
"How much?" I teased. Boy, it hadn't taken me long to become a real temptress for my Daddy!
Then he was beside me oh the couch, leaning over the end where I sat. I was laughing hoarsely as my body anticipated the delights of the fucking I was now going to get.
I reached for his cock. I unzipped his pants, and let them fall to the floor. My Daddy's king-sized member just stood right out and I leaned forward and kissed it. Then I caressed it again, softly, teasingly, to make him yearn for more and then I leaned forward and let the whole giant rod slide into my mouth. My Daddy just leaned forward against me and he groaned as his prick received the delights of my eager, passionate lips and mouth.
"More, baby," Daddy moaned with pleasure. I pulled him forward with my hands behind his ass and I spread my legs wide before his body so that he could see how much I burned with desire for that succulent tool I was sucking.
I slid it out of my mouth and his prick was wet with saliva. The tip dripped with come. Daddy's prick was so fucking hard I think I could have broken it off if I'd wanted to. "Ohhh, Daddy," I moaned while I held that steaming pecker of his in my hands. "It tastes so good." Then I let it glide right back into its place between my hot lips and back into my mouth. I pumped on his rod while I accumulated saliva in my mouth and Daddy could hardly stay in his skin, he was getting so hot. Then, I deliberately took it from my mouth again, just to delay that moment of bliss that was coming. When I saw the look of raw pleasure and lust on my Dad's face as I held that rock of his in my hands, my pussy's love juice began to run like a river. I smiled up at my father and let my nails play with the underside of his balls.
"Please, Virginia, finish me off! Baby, finish me off, you're making me crazy!"
"Will you fuck me good, Daddy, after I suck it all?" I asked. Then I kissed his rock again and slid it once, back and forth, into my mouth.
"Oh, baby, Virginia, I'm going to hump that sexy little belly off you when I get my prick into your sweet young fuck hole again!" my Daddy cried. I saw that he was worked up to a frenzy, and that he'd shoot off like a garden hose in a few seconds, whether or not I piped the rest out of him. I was so fucking horny just looking at how hot I'd made my Daddy. I practically swallowed that red hot member of his cock, I just rammed it right back into my mouth and sucked like I had never sucked before. I dropped one hand to my dripping pussy and started to finger myself. Shit, it felt like everything was lighting up when my Daddy's balls exploded and set those burning hot, salty jets of gism shooting into my mouth.
I think I came as strong as Daddy did, that time, and he just kept shooting off jets of milk like his prick had an extra tank.
We fucked like two horny pigs two more times that night and I swear the next morning I couldn't walk straight. My Daddy had fucked me so much I was bow-legged.
Well, I've not gone out on so much as a single date with any other fellow, Doctor. It's just me and Daddy's cock, every night, and sometimes during the day when I don't have classes at college and Daddy doesn't have to work.
You see, I feel, although I know it's not right, that Daddy is all I want. Really. When I'm getting fucked by that father of mine I just know that he's for me and that I couldn't live without that prick of his in my mouth or in my pussy. I just couldn't.
Recently, Daddy's insisted that I dress like an older woman. I know that it's because I must remind him of Mom when I do. And I guess that that was the final straw, so to speak, and it's what had just brought me face to face with the fact that I need help. I think Daddy and I both need help, but I'd never dare say that to him.
At that point I reminded Virginia that her evaluation of the circumstances was not necessary or desirable. She should merely tell me what had transpired, and forget such ideas as right and wrong, or good and bad. I emphasized that I was not here to judge her or her father. My wish was only to help her.
Well, the only thing that comes to mind, that I need to tell you, Doctor, is what occurred last night. It frightened me.
Daddy and I began to caress and play with each other as well usual and we fucked. And then I realized that Daddy wasn't satisfied. No, he wanted to do it again. Right after we finished. And, well, Doctor, so did I. I was just so damn hot that I could think of nothing but fucking off with Daddy. I know that this could kill my father if he keeps this mad sex-desire alive. And if this continues with me, then I know that I'll be the one who's responsible. And, now, well, now Daddy's doing it to me in the ass, also. He says that I have the youngest, sweetest ass and that he really feels excited when he pops off his nuts in my asshole.
My Dad did it to me like that last night. He gave it to me in the ass right after we balled each other like crazy for an hour. Then he just fell off to sleep, and I was thinking, seriously, that I just had to do something to end this.
You see, I loved it when my father humped my ass. It was so great, such a hot, satisfying feeling. Well, I want him to fuck me, and I want him to give me his cock in the ass, and I love to suck off his prick as often as I can.
There's no point in kidding you or anyone, Doctor. I feel just like Daddy and I are prisoners in the same trap. We've become so damn horny that whenever we're alone in the house together we start to think of fucking and sucking.
I can't concentrate on my school work and Daddy has taken too many days off from work just to be home in bed, fucking the shit out of me. And I love it. I tease my father. I walk around the house in suggestive nightgowns and sometimes I'll even put on a lowcut blouse and a miniskirt, just to cock-tease my own father.
Virginia, at this point, broke down in tears.
CONCLUSION
Every sexual disturbance stems, ultimately, from a general character disorder, or underlying neurosis. It was no different in Virginia's case, as I was able to explain after we had seen each other for several weeks, and discussed her case in greater and greater depth.
A complete break with her father was, of course, necessary. Genuine love-of a more normal nature-surely existed here between Virginia and her father but it had been completely overshadowed by their incestuous entanglement.
The "cure" if we can really expect a complete one in any neurosis, will be for Virginia to develop a deep love-sex relationship with a young man her own age, and push herself as much as possible into a healthy pattern of behavior with this man.
Permanent damage need not result from even this deep-seated and long-existing neurotic relationship with her father, if, steadily and unremittingly, Virginia determines to build a healthy, productive life of her own away from her father.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Subject: Sharon R. Age: Eighteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Sharon was one of the sweetest girls, that I had the opportunity to work with, and who presented a real challenge. Since Sharon had always been exceptionally well-built for her age she always brought on-at first unwittingly the sexual advances of almost every young male who dated her. As she came to understand that their interest in her was merely as an object to satisfy their lust, she developed an enormous contempt for men....She determined to use men as they had used her, and naturally, she merely succeeded in turning herself into a kind of sex-toy. Then, when she graduated high school and took her first job, her greatest troubles started.
Sharon's boss-a man in his thirties, and married-was attracted to her during her first week on the job. But when Sharon attempted to employ her usual routine of leading her boss on, as she had done with her contemporaries in high school, she found herself caught in her own trap. Her boss' sexual expertise proved to be the lever by which Sharon-the young manipulator-became the manipulated.
As always, it is most clear when the patient tells her own story in her own words. So here is Sharon's initial interview with me.
I knew that Jerry, he's my boss, really was attracted to me when I took my job after graduation. Wow! The way that guy would stare at my legs when I walked through the office was too much! And it really amused me too, cause I always wear those short, tight minis, that show as much as possible ... And I like to wear those tight, sexy sweaters too, because I know I've got a pair that the guys like to watch. That's always been all they're interested in, anyway, since the time I started to develop in high school, at fifteen.
So, I guess now I'm what the guys would call really stacked. You know, doctor, "hot stuff" to say it in their words. And that's just they way every fellow in the office looks at me; and that's how Jerry has regarded me.
The big problem started that day when Jerry asked me to come into his private office to take some dictation for him. Well, I got up and brought my pen and steno pad into his office. When I sat down, Jerry got up and closed the office door. "These letters have to be kept confidential, Sharon," he said.
When Jerry returned to his desk he brushed past me and let his hand slide across my shoulder. Well, I thought to myself, another one!
They're all the same! In high school or not. Young or old. Married or single. They're just out to get their paws all over you and fuck!
Jerry sat down and smiled at me. Well, I wasn't about to let this fellow think that he was too hot for me to handle, so I just returned the most seductive smile I could. Then I shifted in my seat, and let that mini I was wearing shift right up to my ass and show him that I had the kind of shape that could keep any guy in line.
"Sharon, you're the prettiest girl in this office," Jerry said. "I'll bet you've got a steady fellow, don't you," he asked.
"Nope," I answered. "I'm not interested in getting tied down yet." Then I smiled. I dropped my arms back to the sides of my chair and let the bulges of my breasts peek straight at him. It was really fun, because my boss was trying to control what I could tell he was feeling.
Jerry got up and he cleared his throat. He was nervous, but not like those fellows I knew in high school. No, Jerry could at least make a decent effort to keep cool....I guess that was the first time I ever saw a man controlling his feelings for me. Well, I guess that it was the first time I had ever been with a real man.
Then he came over to me. He stood alongside my chair, and I caught a glimpse of a bulge right between his legs, where his sport jacket parted at the bottom. It sure looked like Jerry's cock was big, I thought. And wow! it is sticking out like there's no tomorrow!
Jerry placed his hand upon my shoulder. "Look Sharon," he said. "I think you're the loveliest girl I ever saw in my life." He sounded really honest, and that was the first time a guy
-any guy-had ever said anything like that to me. "Can you understand it when I tell you I feel that I'm falling in love with you?" he said.
Well I was shocked. It didn't seem like Jerry was like those jerky kids after all. He was a good-looking man, and, well, I guess I felt attracted to him also. His saying that he thought he was in love with me kind of put my guard down. I turned to him.
"You're a married man," I said. I noticed when I turned directly to face him that his prick was even longer and harder under his pants. "How can you say that to me?" I said.
Then Jerry placed both his hands upon my shoulders and he looked down at me. "Sharon, believe me," he said. "I need you."
Well, that cock of Jerry's was practically coming through the front of his pants while he spoke, and it was the first time that I didn't feel revolted by the thought of being close to a guy's prick.
Then Jerry kneeled down. His rock-hard cock brushed along my thigh as he kneeled beside me, and he rested his hands right on the tops of my thighs. I felt warm all over. Jerry gently pressed his fingers into the flesh of my legs.
"Oh Sharon," he said. He seemed to be getting really emotional. And I knew because he had that hard-on that he wanted to hump me, but he was controlling himself from making an actual pass.
"Jerry, do you really think you, you love me?" I asked. I had dropped my steno book and I reached for Jerry's face. Softly, I caressed his cheeks with my fingers. "Do you really feel," I hesitated.
Jerry reached up and took my hands. Then he bent his head and kissed my thigh. Well, I felt a bolt of heat run right up my body. I guess that was the first flush of real desire I had ever felt for a man in my life!
We kissed. Long and hard. And then we were standing, embracing and I was grinding my belly right against that rock-hard cock of Jerry's. Jerry was rubbing his prick against me, and his hands began to play with the tops of my breasts, underneath my sweater. Oh, man, I felt like I never felt before in my entire life! I felt myself getting hot, doctor. I felt the nipples on my tits stiffen to the touch of Jerry's hands over my bra, and I felt my pussy get hot and sticky-wet.
Jerry had got me as hot as he was, and I really felt that I wanted this man. My hand went to that bulge between his legs, and I started to feel his prick, and play with that pole of his, until he was humping right in my hand, and moaning with pleasure.
My skirt had risen over my ass, thanks to Jerry's determined hands, and then it was off me, and Jerry let it drop on the rug of the office floor. He began rubbing between my legs, and my panties got wet from his passionate fondling. Then Jerry lifted my sweater up and over my head. When he threw it to the floor I was just standing there panting. I was so fucking horny and excited in my panties and bra, and Jerry knew it. He was practically shooting off his gism in his trousers!
But Jerry knew how to make me really crazy. He was getting me so damn hot that I would've fucked off every jerk on my old high school football team-even though I was a virgin! That's right. My young pussy had never been popped. I hated those stupid guys at school so much that I never would let one of them so much as feel me up. The only thing I ever did to those fellows was cock-tease their peckers until they were so horny they'd have gotten their rocks off with their mothers if they could have! I was a fresh young virgin, and Jerry had me wanting cock right there in his office like I had been the biggest tramp going!
"Oh, baby," Jerry was moaning. "Oh, Sharon, baby," he groaned. Now I was taking off his clothes as fast as my hands could move.
"I want you baby," Jerry grunted as I pulled down his trousers and greeted that seven inch cock of his with the gentle touch of my hand over his undershorts. I wanted to see it! I wanted to see that fucking member of Jerry's standing up at attention for me, and then yes!-I wanted him to ram it into my fuck hole so deep that it would come out of my ass!
"Kiss it, " Jerry moaned. "Please, Sharon, kiss it," he said.
Well, I was getting hotter than a firecracker, and just the thought of feeling that succulent pole going into my mouth made the pussy-juice run in my hole. Boy, would I ever suck him! I thought.
I slid Jerry's shorts down and that fucking prick of his just stood right up like I had imagined it would! Oh, what a prick that was!
Then I kissed the tip of his prick. I let my fingers just play, tantallizingly, with his hairy balls. He loved it. I thought that somebody outside the office was going to knock on the door because Jerry's groaning and moaning sounded like he was having a two-hour orgasm! And the way he was responding to me made me feel the most passionate desire I had ever imagined.
"Suck me, Sharon," Jerry said.
I had never ever sucked a guy. Like I said, doctor, I had never even had any kind of sexual relationship outside of prick-teasing before. But I guess I just knew it all instinctively. I guess that I just felt what Jerry wanted from me because he was the first and only man that I ever felt that I wanted, myself. So, I let that big, hot dick of his slip between my lips.
I moved my head forward, so that Jerry's cock went deep into my mouth, and I felt it touch the back of my throat. My hands slipped around the back of Jerry's ass and guided his pumping motions forward, so his juicy prick slid carefully back and forth into my hungry mouth.
I sucked until the saliva in my mouth began to drip out of the corners of my lips, and I felt Jerry's hard-on getting hard as a fucking rock in my mouth. I took one hand off Jerry's ass and let it caress his hot, hairy nuts. Oh, his balls were as hot as fire! Then I let that cock of his slide out of my mouth, and I slid my lips along the side until I could taste his balls in my mouth.
That made Jerry groan so much with lust that I stopped holding his balls because I didn't want anyone in the outside office to hear. I just let his cock slide right back into my mouth, and then I pumped away with my lips and my cheeks until I knew Jerry was going to shoot off his milky hot load.
"Oh, baby!" he said. "Oh, oh, baby," he groaned again, and then I felt one sudden bolt of hot gism explode from the head of Jerry's pecker and fill up my mouth. Then a second and third jet came into my mouth, and I had such a mouthful of cream that it started to leak out of my lips. It was salty and hot and I thought Jerry must be shooting a whole quart of it into my mouth the way those thick jets of come were hitting the back of my throat!
When Jerry's balls had been thoroughly emptied into my mouth, I let his softened prick slip out. Some come was still on his cock, and I wiped it off. My panties were soaking wet between my legs! Boy, I guess I had gone from a cock-teaser to a cock-sucker in nothing flat!
Jerry held me in his arms and we kissed again.
I felt real good. I know that the whole thing was crazy. I mean sucking off Jerry like that in his office, and me falling for what he said about needing me and loving me, but still, I had been so desperate for someone, for....
At this point I explained to Sharon that my function was not to act as a judge of either her actions or herself. I wanted to help her, and the best way for me to do it was to hear all that she could tell me.
I pointed out that the individual responsible for what we would call abnormal behavior just has no control over him or herself.
My comments and my relaxed acceptance of Sharon's story worked. She calmed down and resumed her description of her relationship with her boss Jerry.
Well, I guess the two of us kind of came around to our senses after Jerry had emptied his balls into my mouth because we just stood there holding each other and we were less passionate. At least Jerry was. "Look Sharon," he said, "I think you're fantastic. You're a really great girl and I've got to see you after work-soon. All right?"
"Well sure Jerry," I answered. "Of course." I felt real strange because, well-it just seemed different now. Like Jerry had gotten the main thing that he wanted, and now he just wanted to assign me a convenient place in the background of his life. "Jerry," I said, I pressed close to him, "I need you" I said.
"Yes Sharon, Of course," he answered. "I need you also. But the tone of earnestness had gone from his voice. He said it was all right. The words were the same. But I sensed that the feeling he had expressed earlier was no longer there at all.
When we had dressed Jerry held me close again. He kissed me and placed his hand on my ass which was out-lined sharply against the mini I was wearing. With his other hand he felt my breasts gently.
"You're wonderful, Sharon" he said
"Jerry," I asked hesitantly, "Do you feel that you love me?"
"Of course," he said. "I love you too, Jerry," I answered. But I knew it was a lie. It was a lie that I told him as I left his office just to save my self respect. And he was lying his ass off to me too. He had just wanted to pop those horny hairy nuts of his into my mouth. And he wanted to jack his fucking pecker up into my pussy whenever the mood struck him! That's what he wanted! I knew it! He wanted me as a piece of ass. As a hole to jam his horny prick whenever he had a load of cream that he couldn't pop into his wife.
If it had been that simple I guess the problem would have ended right there. But maybe I knew that Jerry had lied to me and maybe I knew that I didn't love him deeply, yet still, I did feel, for some crazy reason that I wanted him. It just felt so damn great piping off his cock and seeing how much my body made him climb the fucking office walls. It just felt great to know that a grown man really did want me. I felt well, I felt lonely.
I never had any real confidence with guys, except to know that my shape made them want to pop their rocks in their pants. So I felt I needed Jerry. I had come like the horniest bitch on earth when I sucked Jerry. My panties were sticky wet when I had returned to my desk to work and I just couldn't keep it off my mind what it would be like having that man on top of me, driving that long, thick hard cock into my fuckhole until he shot a hot load right up into my belly.
The following day at work it was Friday, Jerry called me into his office. My heart jumped. I knew I shouldn't! Oh, maybe he'd get me on that rug and fuck the living shit out of me. Maybe I'd end my virginity right there in Jerry's office with about forty people sitting outside working and my boss humping his prick until it shot its milk into me. But when I went into Jerry's office, he only shut the door and held me. "I love you, Sharon," he lied.
"I love you too, Jerry," I said. I couldn't be sure whether I was lying or not.
Look Sharon, I'm crazy about you. Let's see each other tonight. I must see you Sharon. Tonight okay honey?"
"What about your wife," I asked. But underneath I knew that I'd do anything to be with this man and to have him holding me and fucking me like crazy.
My wife has gone away for the weekend, Sharon. But we can't go to my house, that would be stupid. We can go to a hotel here in the city," he said.
Man! That was it the rational part of me said. So he's probably going to take you to a hotel whenever his wife's away! Nice racket. He doesn't even have to pay for a call girl! And maybe hell even knock you up and leave you with a nice little belly within five or six months. But my feelings told me I wanted to be with him, to fuck him and to be fucked by him. I wanted to be close to him and to have that piping hot love-stick of his shooting off its wild squirts of scum into my pussy. "Yes, "Jerry," I said. "I want to be with you tonight."
That evening after work at five o'clock, Jerry and I went out of the office and drove to a hotel. It was an expensive place, a real good hotel, and I guessed that Jerry expected me to be impressed. "We can stay here all weekend," he said. His hand pressed against my thigh in the seat of the car. "Can you stay with me a couple of days until Sunday?" Oh yes, Jerry!" I said. I was really happy I suppose I felt good just believing that he loved me for a weekend. "I have my own apartment. My folks live upstate. I can stay with you as long as....as you want me."
Jerry held me and kissed me and I felt every inch of my body getting hot to his touch. In another few seconds I'd be after that prick of his right there in the car!
Then we went in and checked into a beautiful room at the hotel. We weren't inside the room five minutes when I saw Jerry's hard-on jutting out, stretching the front of his pants. That sent a wave of sudden desire through me and it seemed that at the same instant a little voice inside me said: sucker.
Jerry came over and held me. Sensuously his hands travelled over my breasts arousing the nipples to the point where they were as stiff and erect as his prick. My body began to throb with desire to be felt and fucked and I knew that my rapidly moistening pussy wanted that rock-hard dick that was rubbing against me while I embraced my lover.
He undressed me with deliberate slowness knowing how aroused and horny he was making me. I felt my sex-madness come alive with his own ardent feeling and caressing. My hand went to that beautiful pecker of his still hidden under the slacks he had been wearing all day. "Ooooh Jerry," I said. It's like a rock, baby! I teased the head of his dick with my fingers. All for you," said Jerry. I asked, "is your whole big hot fucking tool for me, baby?"
"Oh yes, Sharon baby," he was moaning. My words were teasing him to the point of craziness and he was pumping his rod back and forth against my hand almost too wild with desire to know how excited he was getting feeling only his balls getting hotter and hotter. "Do you give this cock of yours to your wife a lot, Jerry?"
"Oh Sharon don't," he moaned. "Please baby don't," he said, and he seemed to be getting hotter and hotter with every gesture of my fingers on his prick.
"Sharon you know I love you," he said. And for a damn moment I really thought, well maybe he did. Anyway I was just out of control with passion My pussy was running with love-juice and we were embracing like mad feeling our bodies burning with the desire to join in fucking.
We undressed what was left to undress. Jerry slipping my bra off and sliding my wet panties down my legs, and me pulling off Jerry's shorts. Again that rock-hard member stuck straight out from his body and pointed its sticky wet tip at me. I took it in my hands and began to play with it while Jerry went mad with lust in my hands.
"Oh shit, Sharon!" he groaned. "You're going to take my cock right off my body! You're so fucking good Sharon. And look! You've got me as hard as a fucking rock!"
All I could feel was the desire to have this hot dick fucking my pussy like there was no damn tomorrow. All I wanted was Jerry's cock. The whole hot fucking prick right up my wet succulent virgin pussy. I wanted this big tool to pop my cherry and to empty its squirts of piping hot love cream into me until I was, floating on clouds of ecstasy. I wanted to be humping my belly under the hard thrusts of Jerry's lust-aroused peter!
Then we were writhing together on the hotel bed twisting madly in each other's arms.
Jerry's mouth was all over my erect nipples sucking them tonguing them making them stand up and scream for more!
Jerry's hand went to my crotch and I could feel him kneading my pussy with his fingers. He entered my hole with his finger and then he made me groan with pleasure as he teased the tip of my clit with his nail.
"Oooh do it, Jerry," I groaned in wild ecstasy. "Do it to me like you know I love it," I moaned.
My own hand was toying with Jerry's hot dick and we were there naked on the large bed just getting so fucking hot that I thought we'd be on fire!
I rolled over under Jerry and spread my legs as far apart as I could. The sight of my rounded soft belly and my pussy and pubic hairs made Jerry almost shoot off into the air. My breasts just stood up and I threw my arms out.
"Fuck the shit out of me, Jerry," I groaned. "Let me have that prick of yours honey! Please open me up, Jerry, Please."
Then Jerry plunged forward. His hot rocks between his legs near the crack of his ass and that mighty prick as erect and hot as it could be. He just drove the head of it hard into the front of my fuck hole and I thought that I was going into a spasmic fit of ecstatic convulsions when I felt that pole start to plunge up and up into my hole! Oh I went so fucking crazy when I felt that cock enter my virginal pussy!
"In baby!" I shouted. "In, in, in-shove it all the way in baby!" I groaned with wild passion.
And Jerry sure did shove it into me! He thrust those heavy hips of his forward so that I thought his hard cock was going to go straight up inside me and come out of my mouth!
I reached down and held Jerry's hairy nuts in my hand while we undulated together in our dance of lust on the bed. Then I started to gently roll his balls in my hand like they were a kid's marble, and a deep, deep groaning convulsed Jerry's body, as he arched forward in unbearable ecstasy.
"Oooh shit, Oh shit, Sharon, what you're doing to me?" he moaned in pleasure.
What I was doing to him! Shit! He had me so hot I could've stuck a fucking flagpole up my hole! I just reached around and held Jerry's thrusting ass with my other hand while I played with his balls and he sucked madly on my breasts and we humped so hard the bed almost broke.
I let the fingers of the hand that was holding Jerry's ass slide into his asshole and that combined with me rolling his hot nuts around in my hand and humping my belly like a bronco, make his prick stiffen like a tree in my fuckhole, and then we both came like an H Bomb!
The milky hot jets of scum that Jerry shot forth up my hole mingled with my own come juice and we stiffened our bodies together for a long slow moment of rapture. My finger-play on Jerry's nuts urged out the heaviest jets of cream I dreamed it possible for a man to shoot. They came in long hot squirts and I felt like my insides were turning around with pleasure as I came too! We groaned and emptied ourselves in ecstasy. When we finished we just collapsed and slept. He lay between my wide-spread legs with his dripping wet cock softened by satisfaction and exhaustion beside my pussy running with spent love-juice.
As long as I live I'll never forget the fucking we gave each other that night!
Both of us awoke at about eleven-thirty that evening. We showered and well, I guess we were just too full of lust to do anything else so we fucked again. This time Jerry said he wanted to give it to me up the ass. "Come on baby," he urged, "before I pop my nuts just looking at your perfectly molded rear end, let me stick it in and shoot a load into you there."
I was a little uneasy about the idea but then Jerry just threw off his bathrobe and sat dpwn on the edge of the bed.
He sat there, letting me watch while his love-tool stiffened and stood up at attention. He knew when I saw it I'd need it. And he was right! Just the sight of that hot tool standing up and yearning for me made my pussy start to twinge with the urge again!
"Come on, Sharon, let's do it baby," Jerry said. "Come on and sit down on my love-stick. Make it shoot like a geyser into your sweet, sexy ass!"
Well, any feelings of doubt I had about anal sex seemed to vanish when I heard Jerry's enticing invitation! I dropped my own robe to the floor and went over to him. I bent down and kissed his rod, and he sort of arched up for a moment in pleasure. But then he smiled and looked up at me when I stood.
"Just sit down, baby," he said. "Let me suck on those tempting tits of yours while you jack my pecker off like a bucking broncho! Come on, Sharon!"
Then I was in his lap, facing him. That fucking prick of his just slid naturally up my asshole-just like it had been made for his cock! He moaned with pleasure and leaned back, letting every inch of that piping hot joy-stick go right up my insides.
I arched my back so that his cock would go in and up as far as possible. Wow! It felt so fucking good! I felt the head of his rock-hard pecker just ram up my insides and fill my ass. Then Jerry started to hump like crazy. He seemed to be trying to bounce me right off his tool. But there was nothing in this fucking world that could've gotten me off his hard dick! I was loving that dick up my ass like nothing I ever felt in my life. Jerry's mouth was twisting against my breasts and his lips and tongue were playing madly with my erect nipples.
We were both arched backwards, then, and that fucking prick must have been halfway up to my throat, he thrust and I thrust so hard!
"Ooh, Jerry," I shouted. "Ooh, you're fucking the living shit of me, Jerry, baby!"
I just couldn't control my lustful bouncing and twisting in his lap, with that piping hot dick up my asshole. This was almost more exciting than getting fucked straight up my pussy.
"In, baby, in, in!" I groaned as our bodies bounced together in ecstasy on that bed.
Then it felt as though I had a tree up my ass! His prick got so stiff it hurt inside me, and then Wham! That milk of his shot right up my asshole and filled me with burning heat! Again, a sharp bolt of cream went up my insides, and it took about five or six hard, long squirts before those mighty balls of Jerry's had been emptied into my asshole.
We had a fantastic weekend, doctor. Just fucking and sucking, and humping and grinding, and, well, I could go on and on but I feel that I need him. He's turned me into a ... into a ... well, just a sex-machine. A toy to be used for his satisfaction and pleasure. And because I've never had it ... never had any real loving from a man or a fellow, I feel I can't live without it ... I feel that I've just got to keep Jerry and that I've got to keep fucking away like a damn whore!
I then asked Sharon to try to relax, and I suggested that we had covered enough material this session.
CONCLUSION
Sex is the most powerful of human drives. When, as has happened in Sharon R.'s case, it becomes a game of revenge, it can only lead ultimately to great inner-turmoil, enormous conflicts, and a basic perversion of what should be normal, healthy love-relating between responsible people.
Sharon's attempt to avenge herself against the disrespect of those boys who wanted to use her caused her to ultimately destroy her own latent womanhood.
As therapist and client, Sharon and I are still working together to rebuild what she has torn down.
In time, I believe that we can succeed.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject: Rita M. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Rita's problem was interestingly different. Although now, Rita was enjoying what laymen would term a "normal" heterosexual relationship with a man her own age-or at least within her own age category, her problem was that she had never resolved, an occurrence of the previous summer, when she had held a summer job in the mountains.
The husband of the woman who had employed her as a waitress made initial sexual advances toward her when she had started her job, and, ultimately, the man seduced her. Now, with her boyfriend whom she says she plans to marry, Rita is disturbed over guilt feelings about the dual fact that she is not a virgin, and that her first lover had been a man old enough to be her father.
It was necessary to ask Rita to describe that traumatic experience of one year ago, and, in her own words, this is how she described it I had been up at the resort for two days. Ever since I arrived and was introduced to the people, I knew that Phil-that was Mrs. Wubble's husband had his eyes on me. Sure, I knew that I had a shape-especially for my age-and there were plenty of guys who wanted to, uh, well,....
I urged Rita to dispense with formalities and "politeness". I was a therapist, I emphasized, and it was simply ridiculous for her to feel ashamed or to be inhibited in how she spoke to me. In addition, I said, holding back, would only retard progress. So, I explained, please speak to me in the same language that you would use with, say a close girlfriend. She understood, and agreed to do this.
Well, I knew that plenty of fellows wanted to fuck me. I was always getting wolf-whistles around school, and I heard a couple of pretty suggestive comments from lots of guys and men with whom I came into contact.
I always took care to dress well. Every girl did, and I guess I was sort of proud that my, well, my boobs and my ass had a better shape than most of the other girls. I liked to wear hot pants sometimes, and, of course, those teasing micro-minis, and the low-cut type blouses that are so popular today. I've got it, I figured. Why not show it? You can't, to put it bluntly, get knocked up from the way the guys looked at you or spoke, could you?
So, when I noticed that Phil was giving me the eye it was nothing I hadn't experienced before. But there was something about the way Phil looked at me that really shook me up a little. Maybe it was because he was older than the fellows at school had been or maybe it was because I felt a little adventurous being away from school and home for the first time. I don't really know-but I felt kind of naughty in an exciting way when I saw the way Phil's eyes always traveled over my body.
Anyway, it happened one afternoon when I had finished the morning shift. It was about two-thirty in the afternoon, and I was on my way back to my room, in the cabin behind the main hotel building. I was wearing this cute little waitress' skirt, right up over my knees, and a thin white blouse. Well, I was tired and hot, and there was nobody around while I walked back to the cabin, so I just opened the front of my blouse. I did have on this summer-weight bra, and I could have always pulled my blouse closed if I had seen anybody coming.
When I opened the door to my cabin-we never used any locks or anything like that-I walked in and threw on the light. I turned to go and undress by my bed and, wow! I got the shock of my life to see Phil sitting there. He turned his head away, and was laughing.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Rita," he said. "I just stopped in to talk for a moment. I had no idea you'd show up like that!"
"Well, Phil!" I muttered. I hurriedly pulled my blouse closed. I didn't want to take the time to button it up-I just wanted to hide my breasts from his view.
I suppose that the thing I didn't want to admit to myself was that I had gotten a real thrill from knowing that Phil had caught a peak at my boobs. After all, he wasn't a bad looking guy. He was pretty well-built, handsome, and only around thirty-five or so.
Anyway, I was all covered up when Phil turned to me, and, while he sat on the bed, gave a long wolf-whistle.
"Oh Phil," I said. "That's not funny!" And I realized I was standing there in front of him standing so that my short skirt showed off my legs....
"Well, Rita." I heard him say. "I wasn't trying to be funny." He just lounged back on my bed while I stood a few feet away near the door.
"You really are quite a girl," Phil said. "There are plenty of women who'd just love to have the shape you've got."
When Phil said that I became slightly-well aroused. There was. something about being alone out there in the country, away from all my family and friends, and having this grown man alone with me in my room. And he was complimenting me on my figure! Hell, that was nothing that every guy I had known hadn't done a dozen times.
Phil and I both laughed, and then I started to button up the front of my blouse. I stood facing him, though, while I did it, and then I took my time, too. When I finished, I looked; saw Phil lean back and display the crotch of his legs to me. And, wow! Did he have a hard-on! His prick was pushing up like a tree stump under his denims! Well, the sight of that prick of his standing up that way and standing up on account of me-just turned me on. I didn't like it, not really or completely, because I knew it meant that Phil was just out to plug me, but still....The excitement was there and I felt kind of dangerously-tantalizing there alone in that cabin with this horny guy.
"Come here and sit down, Rita," Phil said.
I knew I shouldn't have, but I went over and sat down on the bed with Phil. I pretended not to notice that cock of his popping out of his pants.
When I sat down, Phil leaned forward and put his hand on my shoulder. "Rita, are you tired from working hard?" he asked. I could tell that Phil was hiding the passion that he wanted to unleash with his fingers, because his just touched me very softly.
"Yeah," I said, "I am a little tired." Then I turned to look at him.
As he tried to steady himself upright on the bed, he put both of his hands out and his fingers brushed my tits. Well, that flimsy summer blouse and that light bra I had on were no covering at all, and I really got a sudden charge when that man's hands touched me. Then, before I could get my composure together, I found Phil sitting up alongside me, with his arm around my shoulder. Shit! There was no point in pretending. I knew what he wanted, and-although I wasn't about to let this guy pop my cherry-I knew that I pretty much felt a tingling inside me for the same thing!
"You really turn me on, Rita," Phil said. He'd have never gotten that bold, I knew, unless he had sensed that I too felt the beginnings of desire in my virgin body.
"Please, Phil," I said. "Please," I muttered.
His arm was still around me.
Then Phil brought his other hand up and put it right under my breast. Dammit! That married man knew just where to touch me to get me going! Lots of fellows I'd dated tried to feel me up-but always, I was in control, and they only played as far as I'd felt like letting them. Sure, I let one or two-that I really liked-go pretty far, and feel me up until my pussy got wet. But no guy ever acted so boldly as this man! And he didn't mess around with clumsy pawing. He placed that hand of his right where it made me feel like fucking. I sat up straighter. Not because I wanted Phil to stop, but because I didn't want him to stop. And he knew it!
"You're just as young and sexy as a girl can be," Phil said. His hand began to feel my breast sensuously, and I moved my shoulder back so that every inch of that boob would get the feeling-up I needed.
"You give me a stiff boner, Rita," he said. "Do you know what that is?"
I just licked my lips. "Phil," I said. "You're making me feel...."
"Like fucking," he finished.
I nodded.
He had said it very casually, like he knew that my young, virgin body just couldn't stand it without a man forever. He knew he was getting me crazy when he felt me.
"Phil, I don't want to do anything," I said. "I don't want to get into trouble," I said. But I didn't so much as try to move away when he sat closer to me and began to open the front of my blouse.
Then Phil took one of my hands in his and he drew it slowly over to his lap, spreading his legs as he did so. I knew, before I even felt it, that he'd have a hard-on than would make my pussy start of juice up.
"That's up for you, baby," Phil said as I felt him press my hand into his meaty pole.
Oh, man, I thought, to myself. This guy's prick is as hard as a fucking rock.
"Phil, oh Phil" I said. "It's so ... so hard!"
Then Phil stood up. I was sitting right there in front of him, and that fucking pole of his was protruding from the front of his jeans like a stick....He held my hand on his cock, and I didn't try to pull it away. Then Phil started to unbutton my blouse. As my thin blouse came off I saw the way he was staring at the firm, bulging breasts as my thin bra pushed them up for display.
Phil bent forward and did what I'd never thought could feel so fucking good and exciting! He let his wet lips and his tongue begin to play with my breasts-right through the cotton of my flimsy bra! I arched up hard and close my eyes. Oh shit! I felt like my boobs were going to stand up and scream!
When I opened my eyes Phil was standing there in front of me unbuckling his pants. Just the sight of his big tool tearing through the front of his boxer shorts made me feel like coming. I couldn't help it! I reached forward and started to pull down his undershorts. His fucking hot cock stood straight out and Phil moved it so that it slapped across the side of my face.
"Give it a kiss, Rita," he moaned to me. "Take my balls in your sweet hands, and give my rock-hard cock a nice kiss."
There was only one time before when I had let a guy pump off in my mouth. I was fifteen and he was eighteen, and he had gotten so horny after we were necking that he said I had to do it to him, or he'd leave me. Well, I didn't want him to leave me, so I sucked him. But it just tasted bad, and I did it to keep my boyfriend. This time I really felt more like a woman-and I felt like by having this guys prick in my mouth it proved how desirable I was. And I did, now, for some strange reason, feel unafraid, and really aroused with a hot desire.
Phil pushed it forward again, and this time I opened my mouth and guided it right in. Phil groaned out loud, because I let it slide way in and back, and then I tightened my mouth around it for a second, and let it go. When I took it out of my mouth, Phil was crazy with desire.
"Oh, you little cock-sucker!" he said. "How many guys have you sucked off!" Then he just pushed his peter forward again for more and my mouth was open and waiting. When it went in I didn't let it go this time. I really sloshed his fucking prick around with my tongue and my cheeks, and Phil was doing a damn dance right there in front of me with his prick in my mouth.
"Oh shit! Rita, oh Rita you're making me go outta my mind!" he groaned in furious passion.
There was one thing on my mind while I was letting Phil pump off his nuts in my mouth: I wasn't going to let him fuck me. No, even if I did feel desire, I wasn't going to give in. I was a virgin, and I was only sixteen, so I wasn't going to let this man shove his prick up my hole and bust up my cherry. Never! He could feel me and play with me, and, well, sure, I'd even suck him off like this-but he was not going to ram his pole up my cunt!
Well Phil was grinding that pole of hot meat into my mouth so fucking hard I thought that I'd choke on it. He had a cock that made the kids' peckers look like pinky fingers!
I was sort of grinding up close to Phil while I sucked him, also. My pussy was hot as a fire, and the panties I was wearing were getting all wet and sloppy from my own love-juice. My hands were teasing and playing and fondling with his balls, and I knew that any minute Phil was going to blow a load of white scum into me that could shake my head up!
I wanted to pull his rod out of my mouth before his popped his load and started squirting off like a fucking water pistol. That's what I had done with that fellow back in school, and I remember it was funny to me then, because that horny guy pumped off about a pint of hot gism all over my breasts, my arms, and my face. He even shot some on the seat of the car.
When I felt that Phil's hot pole was ready to start shooting off its love-juice, I started to suck harder, and then to begin drawing my head back so that I'd be able to pull it out of my mouth when it exploded, but I suddenly felt Phil's hands behind my head. He was grunting like a pig, and driving that pole of his back and forth like mad. I couldn't even breathe!
"Ooh, baby," he moaned ecstatically. "Ooh! ooh, Ooh!!" he groaned out load, and then the first wad of creamy gism hit the roof of my mouth. I couldn't pull back. It was too late.
Phil was clinging to my head and my hair, and those shots of hot, salty milk spattered to inside of my mouth and filled it so that I gagged on his cock while it was still in my mouth. The-scum was oozing out between my lips, all over Phil's softening prick, and down my chin.
I was coughing and retching for a few minutes after Phil had pulled his joy-stick out of my mouth, and Phil just sat down beside me and held me. He patted my back.
"Oh Rita, the way you suck you should be an expert. How can you cough like that after you do such a good job of squeezing all the milk out of my balls?"
After a short while I just stood up and walked around. Phil stood up, too, and pulled his jeans back on.
"We need to do a lot more, Rita," he said to me. "We need to really make each other satisfied and happy," he said.
"Look Phil," I said to him. "Look, let's just, well, let's be careful. Do you know what we're doing?"
"Sure, baby," he said. "You're the sexiest and most fantastic chick I've ever seen in my life," he said. "And you know what we're doing, too." Then he smiled. "You love it, Rita," he said. "That body of yours needs it, baby," Phil continued. "And I'm going to let you have it all." Then Phil laughed easily and left my cabin.
Doctor, I know at that point I should have just quit my job and come home. It was my fault....
I spoke to Rita for a while and explained that nobody was "at fault". Our job was to examine, as carefully as possible, all of the facts, so that we could arrive at a mature and objective understanding of what had happened. The concept of blame was irrelevant and silly, I pointed out. Powerful sex impulses are as normal for girls sixteen as they are for married women in their twenties. Then I asked her to continue.
You see, I know what Phil meant by what he said when he left my cabin. I knew that he wanted my virgin, young body for his pleasure. I knew that he only wanted to get that hard pole of his up and into my pussy so he could pump off like Old Faithful, after busting apart my virgin cherry. And, well, yes, Phil was right-perversely right-about me liking what we did. I had had an orgasm from piping Phil, and the way he twisted and humped when I sucked him just drove me up the wall with excitement! I was all alone, lonely, away from home, and just coming into my own as far as sexuality was concerned. My body ached all over sometimes for a good feeling up and a hard fucking. But, I made up my mind, Phil would not get into me! And when, the next night, he came to my cabin at seven-thirty in the evening, I tried to be firm.
"Phil," I said to the man I had sucked off the previous day, "I really think you're dynamite, but please, Phil, please don't try to pop me. I'm a virgin, Phil. I've never been fucked, and I want to save myself for my husband, when I get married." I said everything that I could think of that might make this man try to be reasonable with me. After all, I sucked him, and I'd suck him again. But I just didn't want to get fucked! Phil must have the understanding necessary to see what I felt. After all he was almost old enough to be my daddy!
So, I talked. But I saw desire rise in Phil, and a greedy, lustful stare enveloped me when he looked at me while I pleaded. Oh no! Everything that I had been saying to Phil was only turning him on more. He was burning with lust to get that greedy hot prick up my hole. Well, I would just have to control him, I knew. That was all, and when he took me in his arms and pulled me close so that my nipples pressed against his chest, I became determined to keep this evening's little event under control!
Am I really going to be the first, Rita? he groaned. "You mean none of the guys at school every shoved it in you? None of the teachers? You mean that my big, hot, horny prick will be the first!"
"Oh, look, Phil," I said. But I felt myself getting all excited and hot, even while I was trying to persuade him not to ram it up my hole.
"Don't you think I know how bad you need it, Rita, baby?" Phil moaned, while his hands pulled my blouse off and began feeling my tits wildly. He was turning me on so that the only thing on my mind that fucking prick of his. Oh, I wanted that big, hot, fucking cock of Phil's!
"Please, Phil, please, please," I was groaning while my young body ground against every movement of his, and the stiffness of that cock he had between his legs rubbed irresistibly against my soft belly.
"I've got plenty of come for you tonight, Rita," he said. "My balls have been aching to relieve themselves all day!" Phil was driving himself and me into a fit of uncontrollable passion and lust, while he rubbed me, and felt me, and played with every inch of my lust-filled virgin body! And when his clothes were off and we were both lying naked on that bed, I thought that I was going to scream for him to please fuck me up like the hole-I was he had me so damn hot and excited!
We rolled around on that cabin bed and I felt Phil's rock-hard meat pole rubbing between our bodies, yearning to find my warm, juicy pussy, so that it could-relieve its tension, and empty its fill. I was grinding and humping like the horniest bitch imaginable while that older man was grunting and twisting himself against me. I was reaching for that prick of his. I was holding it. I wanted to suck it off before he rammed it into my cunt and ended my virginity then and there! And I knew, even while I was fondling that red-hot tool of joy in my hands, that where I wanted its gism to fly was not in my mouth.
"Oh Phil" I moaned loudly. "Please, please, please fuck me. Shove your hard-on into my hole and pop me wide open, Phil! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I groaned madly while my fit of passionate ecstasy enveloped every inch of my young, throbbing, sex-mad body.
Phil was kneeling now, right between my wide-spread legs, and I think his prick had gotten longer and harder than it did when I sucked out his gism last night! Oh, I'm going to get killed with that big fucking prick in my fuck-hole, I thought, and then my hands reached back around Phil's ass to urge his lustful plunge into my pussy!
I let go of his ass with one hand, and I took hold of that piping hot, rock-hard pole of meat, and pulled him forward, guiding the head of his long, hot tool right into the muff of pubic hair that guarded the entrance to my virgin hole.
"Tell me you want me to fuck you up, good, Rita!" Phil said. "Oh, give it to me, Phil, please," I moaned. "You've got to give me every inch of that prick of yours or I'll blow up! Come on Phil! Fuck me!" I was so hot I thought that I'd go out of my fucking mind. I had to have it. I had to....
And then I felt it go in! Ooh, boy! I felt Phil's heavy body plunge forward in violent rapture as that big stick of joy when blasting its way up, up and up into my virginal hole. My cherry busted so fast that I guess I didn't even feel it. I just felt that my insides knotted into a fist as that prick of Phil's went right up my hole, and almost busted me wide open. It was so big, so hard, so fucking exciting, and I humped away with the thrusts of that man on top of me until the bed was creaking and we were bouncing on the fucking mattress like two fucking wrestlers.
Just like wrestlers on a gym mat.
Suddenly a loud, deep moan came from Phil and I felt him stiffen and tremble all over, and I felt his prick turn to solid steel right there inside me. The he went off like a volcano, and I came with him, and molten gism that he fired up my fuckhole made me scream with lusty delight. His jets of cream felt just like boiling juice as they popped-one after another-from the hairy nuts that hung between his legs. We both were moaning and groaning and coming like we hadn't been laid for twenty years. Hell, I had never been laid before! I had been a nice, pure little virgin, only sixteen years old, with the kind of body that made dicks stand up and take notice, until this older man came along and tortured my young body with pleasure, and made me need to fuck like a whore. And maybe Phil had been so horny because he hadn't been fucking that wife of his. She was attractive enough, for sure. But I guess my soft young virgin body was something that her husband found too tempting to resist.
Anyway, I came like the dirtiest fuck-bitch you could imagine, groaning and begging, and humping and twisting, until that man's balls had been milked out of every drop of milky love juice they contained..
Phil's load must have made my belly expand, there was so much fucking gism he fired into me! I thought, after we'd finished, that I'd never again be able to close my legs.
Ooh shit, did I get fucked up good. And I loved every second of it!
Phil and I carried on for the full eight weeks that I was up at the resort. Nobody ever was the wiser, either. I'll bet that guy had done this sort of thing before. His wife never got wind of what we were doing, and there were many times when I was scared that somebody'd suspect that me and Phil were seeing each other like that.
Probably one of the reasons why Phil got away with it-and me, too-was because he always presented such a polite, well-mannered front to everybody. Why once he even called my father-my own daddy-by a long distance! He told him that I was fine and that I was really a sweet and terrific little girl, and he hoped that I would return for next summer, to work there again! Imagine that, doctor! And my father thanked him fortuitous thoughtfulness. Why if daddy had known just what had been going on-even if he'd known that Phil had so much as looked me over the way he did when I came there!-why he'd have killed him! And if he had known that his lovely virgin daughter had gotten her sweet little cherry popped by this man, why he might have killed himself.
So I never, ever, ever let on anything about what had happened up there at the resort. I knew though, that I'd never go back. I'd never ever see Phil again as long as I lived. Sure, I can't say that I didn't love all of the things that older man did to me-the way he fucked me and humped me, and the way he made me feel when I sucked off his peter-but still, enough was, I knew even at my young age, enough. It was a good thing that I hadn't turned into one of those promiscuous chicks who fuck for anyone and everyone in pants.
I even remember, that summer, before I was to come home. It was the last time Phil fucked me, and we had been very experienced with each other by then-he said: "When you come back next year we're going to go out into the woods and fuck on the ground!"
Well, all I said to Phil was yeah, I'd be back next year. I had made up my mind-though I lied to him-that I'd never be with him again. And when I met my boyfriend at school this winter, I really began to feel terrible about what happened, and that's why I'm seeking help.
My boyfriend's real great. But, well, he knows I'm not a virgin. We've had sex, and it really hurt him when he found out. And I feel guilty as hell because I just can't tell him the truth. I can't tell him that I've been fucked more times than I can remember by a man old enough to be my father or uncle! And, well, I don't know what to do. We both have marriage planned for this coming year and I'm going frantic. I just don't know. I don't know....
CONCLUSION
Since I took a more optimistic attitude toward this situation than did Rita, I was well able to allay her anxieties, and to calm her down. To tell her boyfriend the truth seemed to be a needlessly cruel thing to do. There was a solution if this was a much older couple and if the man involved with Rita were quite mature and sophisticated.
But, obviously, considering the age of the people involved, such forthrightness would merely cause great pain and confusion.
My advice to Rita consisted of a simple thing:
First, explain to her boyfriend that she had been involved seriously with one other boy before she met him, and that she had intercourse with him once. But their relationship was definitely finished, and she regrets her action.
Second, do everything possible to build a healthy, satisfying relationship with her boyfriend and future husband, and;
Finally, to appreciate that she did the only sane thing she could have done, even if she did it a bit late-namely, have nothing whatever to do with Phil, the older man who violated her, and never to see him or contact him again.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Jane L. Age: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
The problems that accompany a girl's growth toward sexual maturity are many. Things always become much more complex and trying when, for whatever reason, she is regarded as an object and not a person by the males who begin to express interest in her. This was Janie's problem, and it is what brought her case to my attention.
For her age, Janie had been the most sexually promiscuous and experienced person I had ever worked with. She had turned herself into an object for the use of those young males who wanted to use her for their sexual gratification. Janie had been trying-as I tried to point out to her-to obtain the acceptance and affection she craved from boys by bartering her body for their attentions.
It was with her most recent relationship with a male that I asked her to commence her story. I was not surprised to find that Janie had been, at this time, relating to an older man, and I asked her to explain how the situation had begun.
Well, doctor, it all started when I was called in to the guidance counselor's office because of the way I had been dressing at school. I always like to dress nice. You know, tight slacks or minis, and the kind of tops that really make the fellows sit up and look. Anyway, Mr. Gordon had called me to his office and he said that I had to change the way I was dressing in class. It was funny, too, because Mr. Gordon sure didn't seem to mind the way everything showed on me that afternoon in his office!
"Now Janie," Mr. Gordon said, "you're a very attractive young lady, and, well, I really am just trying to look out for your interests when I tell you that you ought to be less well-less suggestive, in your dress." Mr.
Gordon wasn't such a bad looking guy. I guess he's about thirty-five or so, and he seemed a little nervous when he spoke. Like something else was on his mind.
I was sitting in the chair alongside Mr. Gordon's desk and I really felt out of sight. I mean, I was wearing this short, tight leather mini-skirt-it was practically up to my ass and my blouse couldn't have shown off my breasts better if it had been completely open in front. It was low-cut, and my breasts were bulging out. I wore one of those real sexy bras, 'cause it always made me feel great when the guys looked at me like their eyes were coming out of their heads. And here was Mr. Gorden telling me exactly what I wanted to hear! That I was really showing it off. Well, I knew that that was one sure way to get all the guys you wanted. It was easy. I had a great shape and I knew it. It made every other girl in the school jealous as hell when their boyfriends stared at me or when even the teachers-they're human, too-tried to get a long, hard glance at the way I dressed.
Mr. Gordon looked at my legs while I sat alongside his desk. I had them crossed, and I knew what I was doing to him by the way I let my mini ride up as he watched.
"Mr. Gordon," I said. "I just like to dress up nicely, that's all," I added. "Really," I said.
"Nobody seems to mind."
I saw Mr. Gordon shift in his seat. One hand went behind the desk while he sat there, and he seemed to be adjusting the front of his belt or something. It was funny, because he couldn't hide the fact that he was probably pushing his prick down. I knew that I was making it stand up at attention by the way I was sitting there letting him see me practically popping out of my clothes! It was fun. This was the first time I had ever actually been in a spot like this with a man.
I was feeling weird.
"Janie," Mr. Gordon said. "I really must say that you do dress attractively. And I guess you know it. But, can you imagine what the boys in your classes must be thinking when they see you?" he said to me.
They're thinking they'd like to pump off their hard-ons between my pushed up boobs! I thought. "Oh, no, Mr. Gordon," I answered. "What could they possibly be thinking about me?" I noticed the way he squirmed in his chair again, like his belt was too tight. "You don't think that they don't respect me, do you?" I really enjoyed how I was making this older man turn all sorts of colors. But I knew that he really was thinking something else something of his own, and that he was just trying to screw up enough courage to say it. I half-wondered what it was he was going to try to tell me. But I guess I really knew all along. He was just going to see if he could get into my pants.
"You really are a very special type of girl, Janie," he said to me. "Would you mind closing my office door behind you? I want what I have to tell you to be confidential. Maybe somebody might pass by. Okay?"
So, I got up to close the door behind me. Well, I knew how the shape of my ass showed through that mini when I turned my back on Mr. Gordon. I turned slow, too, so that his mind would let him imagine how I looked when that skirt was off me, and how it must feel to run his hands over those two jutting ass cheeks of mine. Wow! For some reason it really gave me a charge to cock-tease him like that!
When I turned around after closing the door, I tucked my blouse back into my skirt. It didn't need tucking back, but I knew what the gesture would do to make those tits of my stick out more, and it kind of made me high to think of how I was turning on Mr. Gordon by my suggestive actions.
Mr. Gordon was leaning back in his seat when I returned to the chair. His hands were lying in his lap, and he was sitting with his legs wide apart-so that he looked like he was ready to either stand up or sit down.
I couldn't decide whether he was going to stand up or put his head back and rest. He was sitting back a little distance from his desk. I knew he had moved into that position to watch my sexy ass as I shut the office door. I knew also that he probably had a fucking hard-on a foot long sticking down his pants-leg, and that he was aching all over his horny body to let me see it.
I stood up and walked over to him. He couldn't even say anything, I was making him so damn excited the way I slowly stepped right up in front of him! Oh, wow! Then I saw that fucking bulge along the inside of his thigh, up near the crotch of his trousers! Man! Mr. Gordon must have been ready to drop a load since I stepped into that office.
"Janie, you really look great," he said. "That skirt is just so-so, tight-and when I look at you, I think you must be the most beautiful girl in this whole school," Mr. Gordon was saying. His eyes were on the teasing bulges of my upturned tits under that revealing blouse, and he was almost ready to start playing with himself. Well, I sure felt proud! There weren't any girls in that school except me who could get the guidance counselor in the palm of her hands!
I stepped up real close to Mr. Gordon, and then I sat right down, gently, in his lap. Oh, man! He jumped a little, but this was what he had been dreaming about, so he just encircled my shoulders with his arm, and sat up so that cock served as the cushion between the crack of my mini-skirted ass and his lap.
I felt that peter of his stiffen as I sat comfortably right on top of it. He didn't try to hide the fact that every inch of his big, hot prick was almost tearing a hole through his pants. No, Mr. Gordon just let me feel it good. And when I squirmed a little in his lap he grunted a little, and he brought one hand up under my breast.
"You could kill a man with that body of yours, Janie," Mr. Gordon was saying. "You know what you do to me, don't you?" he asked. He was looking at those tits of mine while he spoke. I guess the combination of his words and my tits just turned his balls on, because he reached for my breast to get the biggest feel his hand could manage, and he didn't even think about the fact that we were there in a school office with hundreds of people right outside that door. He was kind of humping a little with me sitting there with my ass on his erect prick, and I knew I was getting his rod ready to fire off a wad of scum the way my gentle movements stimulated him. I kind of rocked back and forth a little, and he said "Janie! You, you little prick taunter! I'm going to shoot off right in my pants if you keep moving like that.
I smiled. "Oh. Mr. Gordon," I said. "Your hand on my breast is just making me lose control! You're turning me on, Mr. Gordon! Oh, Mr. Gordon, it's so hard under my ass!" I had always made the boys come in their pants with my teasing and my taunting. I always knew how to make their pricks stiffen up and shoot off like pistols when I wanted to, but this was really exciting! I mean Mr. Gordon was no young high school kid! And here I was, just a sexy sixteen-year-old that the guys were all after in school, cock-teasing this grown guidance counselor until I could feel him trembling with me there on his lap!
"You hot little cunt!" Mr. Gordon said. "You're making me ... me ... me," and then I felt this horny man kind of rise up a little in his seat, and it felt like that tool was going to rip through his pants, pop open the back of my mini-skirt and jam straight up into my ass! I never felt such a hard fucking rod of love-meat under a guy's pants before in my life! And then Mr. Gordon moaned and turned a little while his hand tightened around my young breast, sending a flush of heat right through me. I could feel the warm, wet gism kind of soak up the back of my mini as it came blasting out of his rock-like cock into his own pants while I sat there, teasing his balls off with my ass in his lap. I guess he must've squirted off a pretty big load, 'cause he was arched up on his toes, leaning back in that chair, trying to make his prick stick into me harder and harder.
"Oh, Mr. Gordon!" I said to him. "You're getting your stuff on the back of my skirt!" That made the last drop of milk shoot out, and then he just kind of relaxed in the chair, breathing slow and heavy, and still holding his hand lightly over my tit.
I giggled a little when he finished, and I stood up, between his spread legs. With one hand I wiped off some of the sticky juice that had gotten on my skirt, and I looked down between Mr. Gordon's legs. Wow! His pants were soaked! I mean his balls must have been churning with a desire to pop off for me since earlier that morning before he actually called me to the office. I wondered for a moment how he'd be able to leave his office that day! Man, if he went home to his wife like that with that creamy shit all spread over the front of his trousers, well, she'd probably kill him! And how could he walk around the school corridors with jazz stains on his pants!
My skirt didn't really get too much of his scum on it. And my mini was leather, so all I did was wipe it off, real neat. I stood there for a moment and I shook my head from side to side while I pointed at his crotch.
"Mr. Gordon," I said. "Look at that! Why look at what you did. And you got a little on me too," I said.
"How can you show those legs off like that," he was moaning. "Look at that skirt of yours! Up to your meaty, hot little ass," he said. "And you have to wear those black nylons just to show off every inch of those thighs! Janie, I've got hot rocks for every inch of you. I feel the urge to blast off scum every time I watch your cock-teasing walk down the corridors or even in the street!" he said.
"Mr. Gordon, you shouldn't talk to me like that," I taunted. Then I stepped closer to him and let myself lean forward-me standing with my thighs pressing against his crotch-and him in his chair, just regaining his strength after emptying his insides out.
Mr. Gordons' hands went to my thighs, and he was caressing them softly, over my nylons. I suppose this started to turn him on again, because I could feel his hands growing more and more intense in their way of feeling and kneading my thighs. I deliberately moved my belly forward and back-suggestively-right there in front of his face, and I could see his pants start to rise between his legs again. Oh, boy, I was going to give' this man a fucking heart attack, I thought! He was going to want to fuck me so bad that his friggin' balls would come off!
"Mr. Gordon," I said. "Now you're starting to get me horny, too. Please stop," I said. It was really beginning to arouse me. I mean the sight of this man coming out of his clothes with lust right there in front of me, and the sight of his spent cream all sticky on the front of him. making a stain almost from the waist of his pants. And I felt him rubbing and kneading my thighs, which really turned me on much more than having him feel up my breast like he had done while I was sitting on his lap.
"I want these legs of yours wrapped around my waist, Janie," he groaned, kneading and feeling with even more intensity. "I want to fuck you so bad, I could ram my prick right through that leather mini, that foxy mini of yours!"
I felt the pussy between my legs start to juice up, when he let one hand travel right up the inside of my skirt and start to fondle my pussy over my lace panties.
"Ooh, Mr. Gordon," I said. I was trying to spread my legs wide, but the tight material of my skirt only let me manage to get them far enough apart so I could make room for that one fucking, hungry, feeling hand of Mr.
Gordons'.
"How many of the guys have gotten you?" Mr. Gordon was saying. "Did they ever get this little teasing pussy for a gang-bang?" he said. "How about your boyfriend? Do you have a steady who's jealous and who always imagines every cock in the school is pumping its load off into his sweetheart's cunt?" He was has hard as a fucking iron bar-and the sight, of that prick of his standing up under his pants while he sat there feeling my pussy and my thigh made me start to groan with delight.
I was practically humping right there in his hands, and he pulled me closer towards him, lustfully kneading and feeling and then kissing every inch of my body under my clothes. Then he started to play with the fastener on the back of my skirt, and I felt it open.
My skirt slid down off my legs real easy, because I was so horny I helped Mr. Gordon get me out of it. I was standing there in my nylons and lace panties, almost naked from the waist down, while Mr. Gordon stood up quickly, and took off his own pants. He dropped his shorts too, and he was there, embracing me, with that pole jutting straight out like a flagpole on a window ledge!
His prick was undulating with his thrusting hip motions against the cool, lacy material of my panties, and I was pulling off my blouse while his hands played madly with my belly, then with my breasts.
I took hold of his cock and let my hand pump it softly like I had done so many times before with fellows I'd dated. Mr. Gordon was moaning with utter delight and joining my hand motions with pumping motions of his own. His prick was stiff and hard as a board, but I knew that he wasn't ready to shoot yet. He wanted what I wanted. To fuck. He was getting me so fucking crazy with his rubbing and feeling, and tit playing, and fondling, that I was just twisting and groaning while he used my body to delight his every lusty desire.
"Oh, you young, hot bitch," he was groaning. "Ooh, you prick taunting little cunt," he said. "My prick has only one desire," he said. "To ram up that sixteen-year-old hole of yours and jack off." he said. "To ram up that sixteen-year-old hole of yours and jack off a wad of milk that will jolt your head off!"
I was hot and ready. We were there in the office and we were naked and hot. I had never gotten this excited with any of the younger fellows I had dated, and I guess I had bitten off more than I could chew, when I let myself start teasing this grown man's prick.
I could feel my inner thighs sliding and rubbing together with the juice from my pussy anointing my hole and getting it ready to receive a hot, long, horny dick. I wanted to get fucked! I wanted to get fucked so bad, and Mr. Gordon knew it. He had probably had a lot of experience before-I think that he's married-and his touches and words just turned me on until I felt my clit swell inside me, hungry for the hard thrusting his cock could give it.
Mr. Gordon was holding me and pulling me back, on top of him.
He sat in that big chair of his, and started to pull me over, right on top of him, so that his prick was sticking straight up in the air, under my ready hole. The chair was big and strong, and it could easily support the two of us, and I was so fucking hot to get laid, that I just slid forward right on top of him, letting that prick of his push right into the entrance of my pussy.
He thrust up, hard, and his arms encircled me and pulled me down. His mouth was sucking hard on one of my erect, horny nipples. "Ooh," I moaned, as I felt that rock-like pole start to go in. "Ooh, please! Please, let me ... let ... me ... have it! Ohh! Shit!" I groaned out loud, as my downward plunge met his sudden, passionate upward hump, and I felt his iron tool go right up my insides!
"Jane!" Mr. Gordon said. "Oh, Janie, Your fucking pussy is the hottest fuckhole in the world!" he moaned as we were pumping hard to the rhythm of our lust. "How does it feel?" he said. "Does it feel as good as the other fellows' pricks? Is it as big as your boyfriend's?" he moaned in ecstasy. "Does your hot little fuckhole feel like it's getting the reaming it needs, you little hole?" he grunted.
I was starting to bounce like a damn bucking bronco. This was the first time I ever had a guy on top of me, and I could feel every inch of his writhing hot dick twisting itself against the walls of my insides! Oh shit! This man's prick was so big it felt like he was going to bust me right open!
"Come on, give me more!" I groaned, and my own wild humping on top of that man's balls must have made his come too anxious to squirt for him to hold back any longer. "Let me have the fucking I need," I groaned with lust. Then we both felt like an explosion of pleasure was resounding all around and through us....
His fucking pecker started to shoot a stream of scum that I could feel right up there in my chest! The first long, hard squirt of juice was like a hot bolt of oil mixing with my insides, and it tore into me as my own pussy's love juice filled the space in my hole that had not been occupied by Mr. Gordon's thrusting cock. "Ooh, I feel it," I groaned in unbearable passion, "I feel ... it ... I feel that fuck!" I moaned.
He had arched up hard, jamming it as far as possible into me, and letting me know that every drop of yearning come was hitting its target right up there inside me. When he finished popping his cream, my pussy felt like it had been fucked by an elephant's tusk. I was absolutely spent, and so was Mr. Gordon. We just lay there, reclining in our position of passion for a long, long moment, until his dick eased softly out of my hole. It was as satisfied as was my young cunt, and every part of me had felt what I had always heard the girls say it felt like with a guy you loved-wonderful! Well, I sure didn't love this older man who had just finished reaming my cunt, but I was satisfied as hell!
I never thought-ever-that fucking could be as good as that. Why, Mr. Gordon had been the first guy-even if he was older than me to make me feel any satisfaction at all in sex. See, I was around, all right, with plenty of they guys at school. It was the only way to be popular-really popular-the way I'd wanted to be. But when I jacked off those fellows or let them get in it was only to keep them interested and with me. Oh, I had the biggest string of cocks following me than any other chick!
Anyway, I never really enjoyed getting fucked. I liked it sometimes, with some of the guys, but never, never did I really love it like when Mr. Gordon got me in that chair and pumped off with me riding on his dick.
Well, that time in Mr. Gordon's office wasn't the last time I saw him. Not by a long shot! He seemed to get the greatest charge out of the way every fucking guy in the school would look at me, and the way every guy seemed to have only one thing on his mind when he looked at me or saw me coming. Not that I didn't ask for it. I sure did! I really got a kick out of making cocks stand up whenever I walked past the fellows in the schoolyard, or in the corridor between classes. And Mr. Gordon said that every girl in the school thought I was the cheapest make they'd seen. Wow! And like this really turned him on! A teaser. That's what Mr. Gordon always called me. A cock-teaser. And he said, once, that if he ever had a daughter like me he'd probably end up by getting her pregnant, she'd drive him so fucking crazy!
Anyway, doctor, the next time I saw Mr. Gordon, he had called me out of my class on Friday afternoon-about ten minutes before we were all going to go home for the weekend. I went to his office, and I remember I felt slightly uncomfortable about the thought of fucking him again there in the school. But I knew it, all right, that I wanted to fuck for that man again. Wow! He made me feel like a grown woman, the way he went wild over my shapely body and then shot off like a fucking fountain inside my hole! I didn't even think about seeing any other fellows after Mr. Gordon got me! I just wanted that piping hot dick of his right up there blasting off in my insides, making me feel like I was going to another world!
When we were alone in his office, Mr. Gordon's pecker started to rise in his trousers, but he just smiled at me and told me to wait there a while with him, until the school was out, so he could leave the building with me and we could go for a drive in his car. Dynamite! That's just the way I wanted it to be this time. A long, hot, sexy fuck where and when" nobody could disturb or bother us! I wanted to make this man's cock come right off his body and explode, if I could! I wanted him to give me another fucking like the fucking he had given my sixteen-year-old body that first time in his office.
About thirty minutes later we left the school together, and got into his car. It was a real big, room car, and when I sat next to him I leaned back against the seat.
"Oh, Janie, don't," he said. "Not yet, or I'll pop my nuts before I even get into you!" I was deliberately torturing him with my suggestive pose. I was wearing the tightest damn sweater I could fit into. And the fact that I wore no bra underneath made Mr. Gordon almost crack his nuts just looking-the way my nipples showed through the material, and the way my boobs bounced easily when the car started to move. Oh, wow! Like, I had this man going really nuts! And, of course, I had my usual mini on. Not the leather on, but it was a short, tight cock-teaser, just the same. And I knew that as its taut, cotton material rode up to my waist and ass, Mr. Gordon's eyes stared on in lust. I had great legs-I knew it-and I let them cross and I showed them off as much as I could without actually wrapping them around Mr. Gordon there in the car while we drove!
When we came to a stop-light a couple of fellows passed by and glanced into the front of the car where I sat. One of them made a sucking gesture with his mouth and his eyes lit up. The other one passed a comment and let his hand just touch his crotch for a moment, while they crossed the street. I felt real excited by that, and when I looked, I saw that Mr. Gordon had an erection like nothing you'd believe! It was awful, because if anybody had looked into the front seat of that car, and seen how he was sitting there, they'd have thought I was out fucking my own father, or something. See, I was too young to be a hooker, and I was in appearance a young little teenager; I was sure too young to be anything but this man's daughter!
Anyhow, we drove out to the suburbs, and then Mr. Gordon took the car off a side road where the only light was the shimmer of a street lamp a few feet away. It was about six in the evening.
When he parked the car he turned to me. "Janie, I want you to give me what that fellow wanted," he said, breathing hard. "I want you to do to me what that mouth of yours was cut out and made to do!"
I laughed teasingly. I knew that he was exciting himself to the point where he would soon be overcome with his own lust, as he had been in the office when I humped off in the chair with him.
"What do you want me to do?" I said. "Do you want my to play with your nuts, like I once did to the captain of the football team?" I asked.
"Janie!" he said. "Uuh, Janie," and he moved in the car seat, placing his hand on the inside of my ripe thigh. His mouth covered my breast under the sweater and I squealed with delight. The sudden flush of lusty pleasure that caught my whole body made me twist closer toward him.
I reached for that steel pipe between Mr. Gordon's legs, and I felt it throbbing with the urge to spit off as I teased it with my fingers and played with the head.
"Suck me," Mr. Gordon said. Let it go into your mouth, Janie." He was leaning over me and I could feel every inch of him tremble, as the thought of doing what he wanted made my fuckhole juice up like it had been flooded.
"You want me to get my lipstick on it," I taunted. "That's what happened once when I piped off a fellow at a party," I said. Mr. Gordon just groaned. "Janie, please," he said. "Please, please put it in your mouth!" He was working as fast as he could to get his pants down, and I felt only one desire: to get that big, luscious prick of Mr. Gordon's into my mouth, and to make him shoot off by sending his pole into spasms of ecstasy with my tongue and my lips.
Before I knew it Mr. Gordon was there in the car seat, on his knees, with his red-hot dick poking into the side of my face. Then he was moaning with pleasure, as I reached up and took his balls in my hands. I smiled at him, and I turned my head, pretending that I wouldn't let him shove it into my mouth. But at the same time I flicked his nuts real easy between my fingers, and he arched back, his cock stiffening, and groaning out with a deep sigh of passionate bliss.
"Ooh, boy, that's some big cock for me!" I teased. He was trying to thrust forward, so that it would enter my mouth. But again I turned my head. I was rubbing my own thighs together as hard as I could in the car seat, feeling my own love-juice oozing around-just lubricating me for a hot, sexy fuck!
"Janie, Janie ... Janie!" Mr. Gordon said, convulsing with lust as I guiding his member straight into my hungry mouth. He just slid forward, reaming me-back and forth-with that rock in my mouth. His undulating, pumping movements became faster, and I let the saliva in my mouth do its job in greasing that mighty prick as it slid forward and backward-riding to the finish line, right there between my sucking lips. His prick hit the roof of my mouth, and my hands played spasmodically with his balls. I was sucking and sucking and getting as hot as I could get! Then I took one hand away from his nuts and started to rub my clit under my panties. My panties were wet with juice, and I was twisting toward a climax myself, as Mr. Gordon let his hot cock slide toward ecstasy in my mouth. Then we came at the moment when my fingers closed around those two love-balls hanging underneath Mr. Gordon's pipe. One hard, long shot of boiling gism slammed against the back of my mouth and was swallowed at the same instant when the second, third and forth jets of burning, salty cream fired their way into my mouth.
I wasn't able to swallow it all, it shot out and reamed up my mouth too quickly. I felt myself gagging, but the pleasure of my own orgasmic juices running inside my pussy walls made me feel only one long shudder of wild pleasure. Mr. Gordon's balls emptied themselves out, and when his dick softened up and slipped from between my lips he fell back in the car-seat, exhausted.
Within twenty minutes he was up again, this time ripping off my clothes and ramming his stud-pole right where it counted! I squealed and groaned under his mad thrusts of passion, and greeted the oncoming plunges of his hips with a humping, wild, sensuous, crazy lust dance of my own. We groaned as we came, and I think Mr. Gorden put a bigger load into my sixteen year old cunt than he had put into my mouth less than half an hour ago!
Oh, please! Doctor, I know it's just terrible!
Janie said at that point,-and then she began sobbing. I can't break free of this thing, and I'm still seeing that man. I know it's wrong, I know it's wrong! I want to change! Please! Help me to change!
CONCLUSION
Janie's sudden outburst revealed what I had expected. That there was still a healthy part of her that recognized the perversity and self-defeating nature of her behavior, and that wanted her to change.
I calmed Janie down, and urged her to try to think more carefully about why, specifically, she had ever felt the initial desire to tease and to control men or boys. Once we faced that together, I assured her, the rest would be easy. Or a t least, it would be a steady path toward recovery.
Jane R. understood. And I have been mobilizing the healthy forces of her psyche since our first interview. Progress, and, I am optimistic to believe, eventual full recovery from her inner-turmoil, will result.
CASE HISTORY SIX
Subject: Lucille I. Age: Nineteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Although a man's interest in a younger woman is not always and not necessarily of a purely exploitative, sexual nature, it unfortunately, frequently is. And while this all-too-common occurrence in our society often only encourages the growth of a more serious disturbance within the involved male party, it also-and more importantly-causes traumatic results in the psychological development and functioning of the female victim.
Younger girls do not always welcome the advances of older men, and they do not always actually have full enjoyment from such experiences. Lucille's case illustrates what happens when, out of fear, a young girl submits to the sexual advances of an older man.
Her story is clinically enlightening, and, especially when she tells it in her own words, almost shocking.
I had been out of high school about five months, when I got this job with a company just outside the City. I had wanted work with a large corporation in mid-town, but I just wasn't able to find anything. So, when the boss of this construction outfit interviewed me and said that I could work for him as his private secretary, I jumped at the chance. He offered a good salary, and said that, on one night a week, I'd have to work late with him to adjust weekly records. This, he said, was the reason why he had had difficulty filling the position before. And it was also why he'd pay me well.
I was happy about getting the job, and for the first week, I didn't mind the work at all. And then ... well ... on that Friday when I was supposed to work late, I walked into my boss' office....
"We're going to do this paper work at my place. Okay, Lucy?" he said. "My daughter's home and she'll fix us a little something to eat."
Well, what the heck. I didn't think that there was anything wrong with my going to Mr. Cameron's home-especially since we were going for business reasons, and since his daughter would be there. Mr. Cameron was around forty-five or so, and I guess his daughter must have been about my own age.
"Sure, Mr. Cameron," I said. "I don't mind at all."
"Don't worry, Lucy," he smiled. "I'll drive you back to your folks' house when we're through."
When we left in Mr. Cameron's car I felt a little embarrassed. This was the first time I'd ever worked before, and, of course, I had wanted to make as good an impression as possible. I was wearing an attractive, blue sweater that, well, what's the use of kidding , really showed me off.
It was at this point that I told Lucy to forget about her ordinary "proper manners" in speech and to begin relating to me like I was one of her school chums. Just talk to me like I was her girlfriend, and forget about the fact that I was a man, or that I was a therapist.
She agreed.
So, I was wearing this tight blue sweater that accented my breasts. I meanr I know my figure's good, and I figured what's wrong with a girl going all out to present a good appearance, as well as a good effort, on her first job.
My skirt was a little, well, a little sexy, I guess, though it didn't seem that way when I was standing or sitting in the office. It was just above my knees, and my legs, like my breasts, were pretty all right. Whenever I had dated in high school or since, I've had to cope with guys who just wanted to fool around with me. It wasn't my fault, and I sure wasn't sorry that I had the kind of body men looked twice at.
Well, my skirt rode up real high when I was sitting next to Mr. Cameron in his car. I just couldn't help it. It rode up half-way up my thighs, and I guess my legs looked a little too good, because I caught Mr. Cameron glancing at them with a look that didn't seem to hide much of what was on his mind. I was surprised! And he had a daughter my age! Or at least I thought he had, while we were driving toward his house.
Anyway, I pretended not to notice Mr. Cameron's glance, but I blushed-I know I did when he stopped for a light and looked at the shapely thrust of my tits under my sweater. Sitting there in that car, I guess I looked kind of seductive, what with my hair really long, and hanging over my shoulders, and my legs and tits showing like that.
Then Mr. Cameron sort of eased forward a little in the car seat. He didn't look at me, but, instead, glanced down right ... right between his legs. I looked also, and I felt a little, well, scared. He was up. I mean, he had an erection, like he was one of those guys I had dated when I was....
I asked again, for the purpose of of mutually efficient work together, that Lucille drop all euphemisms and polite talk. Close your eyes, if you must, I told her, and just imagine that I'm a close girlfriend. Then speak naturally.
Lucille nodded.
Well, I saw Mr. Cameron's dick. That's what it was. It was just like a damn stick, the way it pushed out the front of his trousers, and the way it kind of stuck up, as well as out. And when he looked back at me and smiled, I thought, hey! what does this old man think he's doing? He's not going to get his rocks off with me! I've never even been fucked. I'm a virgin! I've never gone all the way with any guy-not ever that boy I was going steady with last year!
I thought that Mr. Cameron must be crazy or something. I had worked with him all week, and I thought that he was like a father or older-uncle type. Man, I never thought he wanted me to pop off his nuts!
When we got to his house, I got out of the car first. I didn't wait for him to get out and open the door for me. I didn't want to be face to face with that pole of his, that's why!
While we walked up the way to Mr. Cameron's front door, he took my arm. It was a gentle hold, but I guess the thought of his balls getting hot and his prick standing up over my legs and tits, just made me pull away nervously.
"Say, relax," he said. His tone was really gentle, and I felt bad. After all, he'd said nothing to me, and he was, after all, a man, right? I knew damn well his wasn't the first prick to stand up because of my shape, so why blame him?
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cameron," I said. "I guess I'm just a little tired."
He smiled and we walked to the front door, then went inside.
It was when he switched on the light that I noticed that we were alone in the house. The full thought took a moment to reach me, but then I turned and asked where his daughter was.
"Oh, she'll be home a little later," he said. Somehow, I felt that something was wrong. I didn't say anything, though, since I didn't want to make a fool out of myself. And, after all, he was my boss.
"I'll be out in a moment, Lucy," Mr. Cameron said. Then he walked back into one of the rooms and closed the door. I felt like I was being silly. But then, I felt, well, I just suspected something.
When Mr. Cameron came out of the room, he was wearing a bathrobe and slippers. I was surprised, but, after all it was his house.
"Mr. Cameron!" I said. "How come you're uh," and I gestured toward his robe.
"Well, we might as well be comfortable," he said. Then he smiled, and motioned for me to sit down on the couch.
I asked Mr. Cameron what he would like me to start on, and he laughed. Then I knew that something awful was on his mind.
Mr. Cameron stood there. I was sitting on the couch, and, well, that mini of mine was displaying my legs again! Dammit! I thought. But I was more scared than angry.
I saw the front of Mr. Cameron's robe sort of rise! Oh no, I thought. And I saw his prick just push its was between the folds of his robe. He had a hard-on like a bull stud!
He laughed. "What are you doing!" I blurted. But I was too scared to move. And my voice was more of a shriek than a challenge.
"Don't tell me it's the first one you've seen," Mr. Cameron said. "Why, with those legs and that ass of yours, you've probably been rolling your belly under half the guys in the city!"
I braced myself back in the couch. When I did, my skirt rose up even higher, and I saw that fucking tool of Mr. Cameron's stiffen like a log.
"Please," I said.
Again, Mr. Cameron laughed, and he just pulled the front of his robe apart. He wasn't wearing any shorts or anything, and his dick just stood up straight and pointed at me!
As he took a few steps nearer, I put me hand over my mouth. I was so confused, and shocked, and I just couldn't believe it! I moved back, and raised one leg onto the couch in a motion to withdraw from Mr. Cameron as he came towards me, but my action only raised my leg and showed my panties and thighs to that man who was coming at me. I could see him become excited with lust, and I froze, as he reached for my shoulders. I just sat there, my legs stretched as far apart as my skirt would permit, and my bulging tits sticking right up at his erect member as he held my shoulders.
"No," I said stupidly. "Please, I don't understand...."
"Look at that pair!" Mr. Cameron said. His cock was right close to my mouth and I caught its ugly male odor as he came even closer. When that hunk of hot cock slapped the side of my cheek I wanted to get up and run. But I couldn't. "My prick almost came through my desk while I was watching you in the office this week," he said.
"What are you going to do?" I asked. But inside me, I knew exactly what this man was after.
"I cracked off my nuts six times this week, just dreaming of the way you show that shape of yours off when you come to work."
Oh, why did he think that because I wanted to look attractive or pretty that had meant I wanted to get laid, a voice screamed inside.
But before I could verbalize any protest, Mr. Cameron's hands had pushed me down, across the cushions of the couch. His large hands were pawing and feeling my tits, and then he was pulling the sweater off me, so that he could get a hold of my flesh. I struggled against him, but that only made him more excited, and he grunted with a kind of special lust, as his hands tore off my skirt and left me there on the couch, under his madly-pawing hands, clad only in a scanty bra, and a pair of panties.
My bra came off with one jerk of his hand, and my breasts bounced in front of his face, enticing his lust, and making his prick become even harder and stiffer, and more determined to jam up my cunt.
"I'm going to give you every inch of it," he groaned, as his hands were down at my waist, tearing off my panties, and revealing the pubic hairs of my muff.
"Oh, you've got some fucking shape," he grunted. "You know my dick's been up for it, don't you!" he said. I was scratching and pulling at his face-trying to get his crazy, lust-driven hands off my virgin body.
His robe was still on when he mounted me there on the couch. I was stark naked, and I moaned with a pleading, fearful cry for him to please stop. Please! I had begged. Please! Please! I'm a virgin!
But he was frantically, greedily feeling at my nipples, my breasts, my ass, and then he shoved his strong hand down between my legs. He was forcing them apart, and I was terrified. I couldn't stop him!
He was groaning with lust and sweating from the heat aroused by his passionate desires.
The head of his raw, hot prick was pressing viciously at the pussy between my legs, and I became almost frantic. I twisted, I turned, I tried to throw the two of us onto the floor, but ... but, I couldn't fight him off me.
"You wild little bitch!" Mr. Cameron was moaning. "You wild little cunt! I'll pump so much juice into your fine little hole that you'll love it, and beg for more!"
Then I felt it. He plunged forward, and thrust with each ounce his power, and that burning pole of cock busted right through my virgin pussy, and squirted its first shot of boiling gism right up my insides. Oh no! I thought, but I only screamed as those milky jets of hot love juice pumped from his nuts into my pussy.
Only an hour ago I had been a virgin, and now I was getting violated-I was being raped and fucked by a man old enough to be my own father.
I couldn't stand it when I lay there hysterically crying, while he pulled his wet, soft dick from my hole.
The whole thing was awful. I was crying and I couldn't control it. I couldn't even get my clothes back on, I felt like I had completely lost control of everything I was doing. I was lying there with Mr. Cameron over me, and he was just glaring down on my naked body, gloating over the satisfaction he had taken with that virgin pussy of mine that he had just opened wide.
"Can you feel my scum boiling up your pretty little insides?" he groaned. Then he smiled and placed both of his hands down on my breasts. "These need lots of feeling," he said. "You're the kind of little bitch that'll need plenty of humping and fucking and sucking now that your cherry's been popped!" I couldn't do a thing.
I just stared up Mr. Cameron and tried to pull myself together so I could try to reason with him. If only he'd let me get up and get dressed, I'd just run out of that house!
"I want to get out of here," I said. I was scared, but I also felt like there was nothing more, really, that this sex-mad man could do to me. Then I felt it-I couldn't see it because of the way he was straddling me-but I felt that thing of his start to harden up again! "You're going to kill me!" I screamed. "I can't ... I can't! ... Please don't!"
But I knew he was getting erect and crazy with lust again, and I just didn't want that dick in me again. I didn't want him firing off any more of that jazz into me-I didn't want it! I couldn't stand it again!
When he grabbed my hair and started to move over to the side I thought he was going to hit me, or something. But then, when he had yanked my nude body over, so that my face was prostrate along his thigh, I knew! I knew that he want me to ... to suck him! He wanted to shove his cock into my mouth and pop his second load right in my mouth!
As I realized what he wanted I started to pull away. "No! " I shouted. "Please! Please! I don't want it to go in my mouth!" I begged but it was no use. Mr. Cameron's prick was pressing hard against my face again, and his humping motions against me conveyed the lust-madness that had overtaken this man! He arched over and took my head in both his hands. "Please!" I begged. "Oh, no, please don't...."
And then he pressed it hard against my mouth and forced my lips apart to greet that throbbing pole of prick, by pressing my jaw muscles with his fingers. I gagged as that piping hot member jammed into my mouth.
"Ooh," he moaned. "You cock-sucker," he said. "Why, oh, oh," he moaned, and I felt it stiffen until it was like holding a hot rod of iron in my mouth. Mr. Cameron's groan of ecstatic pleasure was like the lust-cry of a madman. His pipe spewed out a stream of hot gism that made me wretch while his cock was jiggling in my mouth. I thought I would die from all of that salty scum that filled my mouth.
When he finished, he was utterly spent, and I was so exhausted and sick and hysterical, that I fell over on the floor and collapsed into unconciousness.
Of course there was no way I could do anything about what had happened. I had agreed to go to his house with him, didn't I? He was a respectable businessman, and this was my first week on the job. Who would ever believe that Mr. Cameron ever did that to me. I knew that they'd say I had led him on. That's what they always say, isn't it? They'd call me a cheap little flirt who got what she deserved. My parents would die if they knew what had happened, and the trouble might kill my father-he's not a well man. So, what could I do? Was there any possible way that I could protect myself? No! And I knew it.
So, there really was nothing I could do. Even if I told the truth, it would just be twisted around.
But, I refused to return to work, of course. When I finally got away from Mr. Cameron I just went home and cried my eyes out. I never went back to the job, and I was sure that I'd never see Mr. Cameron again.
When I discovered that I had left some important things in the office, is when-that Monday-I knew I'd have to contact Cameron again. But I'd call the office, and just tell him to mail my things to me, I decided. My parents were not even home-my dad knew Mr. Cameron-so I could call and say what I had to without any trouble.
It was his voice on the phone that made me squirm with self-hatred and disgust. He spoke easily, though. Easily! He had popped the shit out of my virgin cherry, and he was smart enough to know that I'd be helpless to do anything about it.
Anyway, I told him what I wanted. "Just mail it to me," I insisted. Then I hung up.
It was the first time in six months-not since I'd been to a friend's party-that I had a drink. Right there, after I spoke to Cameron, I went to the bar in my parents' house and had a strong drink. My hands were shaking, and I went into the living room to sit down and try to relax.
At least it was over! Over!
Then the doorbell rang. I got up, expecting to see one of my friend's, and I smiled as I walked-feeling a little better-to the door.
When I saw Cameron standing there in the doorway, I felt as though I had entered the world of a perpetual nightmare!
He just walked in. He knew my father. My father and mother knew and respected him. Oh shit! No! This couldn't really be happening to me!
"Boy, I missed you," Cameron said.
"My-my parents will be right out," I said, remembering that it was my home-not his that we were now in.
"Now don't be a liar," Mr. Cameron said. "I spoke to your dear daddy on the phone. He told me that he took your mother out and that they'd be away for at least the whole day."
Everything in me fell apart. I brought my hand up to my mouth, because I just couldn't believe what was going on. I had been raped by-this man. I had been fucked up good. He had made me suck every drop of cream he had out of his nuts, and he almost-drove me crazy. Now-now, here he was in my home-in my parents' home-and, OH NO! I started to back away from him.
I tripped back and slipped to the floor. I was wearing my housecoat, and, except for its filmy protection, I had nothing on my body. Cameron bent down, and I felt his hands take me by the arms and pull me to a standing position before him.
"You look real hot in pink," he said. "Why I could stick my big prick into your damn little ass right now, without taking that thin little nightie off you" he said.
"Don't do anything to me," I said slowly and carefully. "I don't want you to do anything to me. Leave me alone!" But I just felt myself turning into jelly! Then he pulled me up close to him, and that fucking prick that had reamed my virgin pussy and popped its come in my mouth was pressing hard against the filmy front of my housecoat! I could feel the coarseness of his trousers as his prick stretched its fabric to rub against my hole and my belly.
He was all over me with his roving, pawing, dirty hands, making me feel his pent-up lust again, and making me know that he intended to fuck me until his cock was again satisfied.
"Undress me!" he commanded. Oh no! Oh what is happening to me! I thought. There was nothing I could do. Nothing....
When I took his clothes off I felt myself becoming dirty and ugly as his hairy, strong body became naked. Then he was there with his cock up-with a hard-on that looked like a baseball bat-right in front of me. He started to slowly strip off my housecoat.
When we were naked together, standing there with him feeling every inch of me I almost felt like leaping out the window! No, I wasn't fighting off his sex-mad hands! I felt oh forgive me-I felt that, that, well, oh, I felt that I wanted it! WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO ME! What had he done to me?
"Don't do it," I said. But there was no protest in my voice. "Don't',' I said, but I throbbed against his eager hands, as he felt me, and I knew that my breasts wanted his feeling, as much as his prick wanted my hole. I knew that I was crazy, but some instinct had taken over my body as his hands were playing with me. I remembered his words: I was the kind of little bitch who'd need a lot of fucking and sucking once I'd been popped! And then my my hands were reaching hungrily for his prick.
When I had his nuts in my hand I heard his grunt. He pressed his body forward, and I only knew that the madness of my desire had wiped out all remnants of reason within me. I loved the way it felt! I wanted that fucking dick to hump all the living shit out me!
"Give it to me!" I said.
"You hot little number," Mr. Cameron said. "How long did you think that you'd go with those sexy outfits, and that cock-teasing little walk of yours! Now you need fucking just like you made every guy who looked at you feel that he needed it, too! Ooh, you made me get hot nuts every time I saw you, you when I reamed your sexy little mouth with my pole I knew you'd come to love it!" He was panting and feeling me madly. We had fallen to the floor and were in each others' arms, undulating to the rhythm of our rapid grinding motions together.
His hand was on my ass and I loved it! He was kneading the flesh, and then sticking his fingers up my crack, and I was squealing in delight from the sensations of lust that reverberated throughout my body.
I voluntarily spread my legs apart under him, and I felt his big body grunting and panting out beads of sweat, as he positioned himself to penetrate my insides.
"Please!" I moaned. "Ooh, what you're doing to me! What have you done to me," I groaned. I was feeling shudders of pleasure as he pushed the head of his pecker against my hole and then withdrew it.
Then, he bent forward over my spread-eagled, wanting body, and put his fingers by my hole. He was spreading apart my cunt lips, and then, oh! then he pressed his head forward and drove his tongue into my young love-box. It touched my aching clit, and I felt my whole pussy and my whole body tremble and light up with ecstatic, lusty bolts of forbidden excitment and pleasure!
His tongue played and toyed with that little center of sex pleasure in my hole, and I was screaming for him to keep driving me crazy with the pleasure that his tongue was giving me.
He was rubbing his hard, erect dick along my thigh-all hunched over me, while he ate me out like I was the most delicious thing in the world!
When my cunt juice began to flow and run, I thought that I was going to die right there in a fit of indescribable rapture! And I felt a stream of hot gism shoot along the softness of my thigh. Then more shot forth from his fuck-rod, and I groaned like a horse was humping my belly off!
When we finished he fell right on top of me and the slushy, hot warmth of his spent come stuck between our two bodies and held us together.
"You little fucker," he said to me when we finished. "I know why you love it," he said. "Just like I knew you were going to want hot rocks every night-just like I knew that you would want it-that's how I know why!" he said.
I was confused. Cameron's body had given me the greatest pleasure I had known. I didn't know whether I loved or hated this man who had popped me and used me. But the way my teenage body humped to the touch of his fingers, tongue and prick, I knew that he was giving me something that I needed.
"What do you mean?" I asked him. "Oh, what have you done to me," I groaned. It was half with pleasure and half with hatred-for both him and me-that I had spoken.
"You always wanted his prick in you," Cameron moaned. "I know it," he said.
"Whose? What do you mean?" I asked.
"If he wasn't ill and if your mother was out of the way, you'd probably have waved your horny little ass in front of him until he went right ahead and gave you the fucking you craved!"
I threw my head back. "What are you saying," I said.
Again I looked straight at him and repeatedly asked. "What do you mean?" I said.
"Like every little prick teaser with a horny body, you've always dreamed of having your dear daddy pump off his nuts into you and split your virgin cherry!"
"No!" I cried out. I closed my eyes and covered my mouth with my hands, but I knew ... I knew that he had said the truth.
"I don't," I said stupidly, feeling the beginnings of the strongest desire I had ever experienced in my life shake my being.
Cameron laughed began to feel me up again. This time I couldn't control anything! This time I wanted it, I wanted his hard prick to blast me apart with the hottest, hardest bolts of creamy gism he could fire into me! I wanted Cameron to pump off every drop of milky scum that I made him feel boil over in his balls!
Cameron's touch was like the touch of a sex magician who knew exactly what to do. It was because of his words. His words, and that dirty dark secret that I'd always known but never faced. Cameron made me face it, and I could feel daddy's balls brimming over with their acid-hot come, when I closed my eyes and again began to play with the nuts that devirginized me. Oh, Cameron! I thought. And then he thrust down against the fuckhole that he knew was his!
"Come on, Lucy baby," he groaned. "Open it up for daddy!" he said, and I spread my legs so fucking wide I thought they'd split!
I could feel it go in like it owned me. That hot, hot, hungry and passionate prick went in and up like it wanted to blow me apart with its force. My desire had me enveloped in a fit of rapturous bliss and I twisted passionately in the arms of the man who had fulfilled my adolescent dream. I twisted and my belly humped like a dancer's under the greedy thrusts that sent that fuck-stick up and further in, my pussy. I went wild-totally out of my mind-with that sizzling pecker jamming back and forth to give that greedy older man his lustful delights!
My body just twisted itself like a madwoman's, and though I'm just a teenager, I was fucking like a backyard whore with ten years of emptying peckers to my credit.
"Uhh!" I heard Cameron-I heard my own father!-moan above me. "Ohh, you little ... bitch ... Ooh!" I heard that man grunt in a spasm of sexual insanity as we both blew up in ecstasy while we writhed there on the floor. His jets of squirting cream were the most delicious and degrading bolts of scum I'd ever feel in my life, and I was sure that the soft wetness of my own pussy-juice made that orgasmic moment the crowning point of Cameron's sexual adventures.
I don't know if or how many other young girls he'd seduced by his knowledge of the secret he'd used on me, but I was giving that horny, middle-aged bastard the fucking best hump he ever had, and his wild sounds of fitfull moaning as he squirted off and popped his gism into me made me feel like the hottest woman on earth!
We had slept together there on the living room floor in complete exhaustion. His spent balls were still in my hands when we awoke, and the scum from his first load was dried on my leg, and stuck to the floor under my ass, where we had rocked each other to orgasmic delights only hours ago.
Sure, he fucked me right there again! He gave it to my teenage body like he had been one of those horny high school wiseguys who tries to knock up any chick who'll go out with him. We fucked and I loved it.
CONCLUSION
Better than any comments of my own, in what would be a too-clinical manner, I believe that this client's own words reveal the trap that her adolescent sexual wishes let her fall into-with the help of the greedy and selfish desires of an older man.
To treat such a patient effectively, a desire to be rid of the central cause of the disturbance-the incest drive-must first manifest itself.
At the time that this interview ended, there was no indication that such a state of psychological preparedness had been reached.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
Subject: Sandra R. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
The effects of adult abuse of a young girl are always hard to eradicate. I was quite sympathetic, therefore, when Sandra R., and attractive teenager presented herself for treatment with her problem.
The type of sexual abuse in Sandra's case had taken the form of violent maltreatment from a group of older men for whom she had worked. And although Sandra no longer was employed at the place where she had been traumatized, the lingering effects were tearing her apart, psychologically.
In her own candid words, then, this is what happened.
I guess I always knew I would pay for having the kind of shape the guys liked, Sandra began. All through high school I had to fight off the fellows I dated. I was a ... a ... well, a good girl until they had intercourse with me and ... destroyed....
At this point I sharply interjected my belief that Sandra would better give up her self-berating. She was certainly not to blame either for being endowed with a sexually attractive body, or for the unfortunate experience that had transpired to upset her. In addition, words like "'intercourse",etc. seldom served to bring about emotional abreaction; so they should be dispensed with during our session.
Very simply, I told Sandra to speak coarsely, rudely, vehemently-to really open herself up just as though I were her schoolmate or sister.
Then I can say that I was a virgin, she went on, and that I'd never been fucked until those bastards used me to work their balls off on!
When I took my job after graduation I knew that the three men I worked for liked my figure. Sure, I didn't do anything to hide myself. Why should I have? I wore the tightest slacks that I could squeeze into, and, well, I never wore a blouse unless I knew that it was snug enough to suggest that I had plenty to feel underneath. When I was in school it never caused any harm to show what I had. I remember once, in fact, I was sitting in the front row of my English class, and I could see my teacher getting a hard-on from the way I was showing my legs. I had on a real, real short skirt that day, and I was wearing those knit black stockings-you know what I mean so I guess I was, well, sort of dressed to cock-tease that day!
Anyway, nothing happened. I got plenty of glances from all of my male teachers, and I heard one of the fellows comment-as I passed by in the school corridor-that man! he'd sure love to get into me! Well so what? He didn't get in! No one did. Not even my steady boyfriend, who I used to drive crazy with jealousy, because he knew that every guy who looked at me was thinking how nice it would feel to pump of a wad of gism right between my legs.
No, nothing happened, and I guess I was just a little too sure of myself. I thought that no guy would ever dare touch, so I really didn't do anything.
I had been doing all these menial tasks-working in that place-you know, the one I mentioned before-I kind of enjoyed knowing that three guys were walking around with their balls churning over the way my shape taunted them!
I should have known better when Mr. Cory asked me to work late that night. It was a Wednesday evening.
"Please get me that red file," Mr. Cory had called out to me, from inside his office. I heard the three of them-Mr. Cory, Mr. Walker and Mr. Anderson-all busy speaking in Cory's office, so I thought that it would be best to hurry up. You know, important business. I guess I was a little too efficient, because when I rushed into Mr. Cory's office with the folder I caught the tail end of a sentence he was saying. I knew that he didn't expect me to enter the office that soon after he requested the file, because ... well ... he was saying something to Anderson about ... me...."and did you catch a look at that ass Sandy's got?" he said with a smirk, and then the three of them turned suddenly as I entered the small room. They knew I'd heard, but they didn't seem embarrassed. Only surprised.
They all looked at each other. "Please," said Mr. Anderson, "Please close the door."
"Was there something you wanted to discuss about the file?" I asked. But the way he was looking at my legs told me he had other things on his mind. This was different than it had been before when fellows at school had looked me over-or even when I knew that I had given one of my teachers a piping pole because of my teasing.
"You sure do brighten up this office, Sandra," Mr. Walker said. He was the youngest of the three. About thirty. Mr. Anderson and Mr. Cory were about forty. All three of them, I knew, were married. And, as far as appearances went, they really weren't bad looking. But, I knew that they were thinking I was the hottest thing they'd ever seen! I thought, briefly, that these guys must not be getting enough fucking from their wives, the way they looked at me.
I was kind of nervous. I was also, well, kind of excited. I mean here were three grown men, and I knew that each one of them had a rock-like pecker between his legs just yearning to open up my cherry! What a position for a virgin to be in! Standing there alone in the office with three men who were horny as studs, and me dressed so that I could have made any guy I was with pop his cookies from just looking at me.
"Come over here, Sandra," said Mr. Cory. "Sit right here on my lap and see what you can learn about our ... our business discussion," he said. I saw him wink to his two partners. Well shit! I didn't really understand what was going on! I guess I trusted them, even though I knew what they meant. I just really never believed that they would ... would do ... anything. So, I pretended to be just as cool and sophisticated as you please! I turned my head and smiled at Mr. Anderson and Mr. Walker. Then I went over and sat down on Mr. Cory's lap.
When I sat down my skirt rode right up to my ass, and I kind of started suddenly, thrusting my breasts forward, because I felt his cock-that's right, he had a big, fucking hard-on-under my ass. I knew what that meant, but I didn't dare say anything. I thought-just for a second-that, wow!-this guy's got the kind of love-pole I always heard my girlfriends whisper about! He really did had a big, hard dick, and I felt it kind of pulsing under his pants, pressing against the crack of my ass, which I knew was sexily out-lined against the taut material of my mini.
"Mmm," Mr. Cory said, and dammit! he even lifted himself up a little, really jamming that big, adult dick hard into my ass! The other two men knew just what he was doing, and they were grinning wide. Sure, they must've thought. Look at that hot little virgin cunt! I'll bet it feels good to have her firm little ass resting on your hard, hot cock! I started to get up, but Mr. Cory took my arm and held me there. "Oh, don't get up, Sandra," he said. I could feel that damn pipe getting hot right under me!
"Mr. Cory, please, please excuse me," I started to say, but he held me there-this time with both arms, and I knew that he'd probably blow off a load of gism if could keep me on his lap long enough!
"Don't be in a hurry to go," said Mr. Walker.
"We really like the way you look around here," Mr. Anderson said. And when my glance turned, startled, to look at them, I saw that they both had hard-ons! Both of those men stood there with their hot, long cocks jutting out of the fronts of their pants, pointing right at me! And I was sitting there on Mr. Cory's lap with that fucking sexy skirt drawn up to my ass, and my boobs pushing the front of a really low-cut blouse out to greet them! Oh shit! I thought. What the fuck do they think....
"I've got a niece your age," Mr. Anderson said. And then he just let his hand brush the tip of his tool-right there under his pants!
"Does her ass show up the way Sandy's does when she walks around?" said Mr. Cory. And that rock in his pants seemed to get harder and stiffer and longer under my ass as he said each word.
"No, my niece never showed it off like Sandy," said Mr. Anderson. "My niece would get her little belly knocked up if she ever let herself show like that! Because if her boyfriend didn't pop his come up her hole, I would sure let my balls and my hot cock do a job on her!"
I couldn't believe this was happening. They didn't hit me, or anything. And they didn't even hold me down or trap me there while they spoke. But I was too scared to go, and, dammit! I feel so rotten to. say it! but I ... well, I ... enjoyed what I was doing to them. I figured they'd never, never actually do anything to me. They were just men. And they only wanted a little fun. After all, I was only just out of high school. A virgin. I was only seventeen, and I had never been fucked. The only sex I'd ever had was some clumsy finger-fucking from two boyfriends. And all I ever put out for a guy was to give him a hand-job. But I never fucked. And I wasn't going to! Not until I was married!
Then I felt Mr. Cory's hands come up under my arms and caress my breasts. He covered my erect firm boobs with his hands, and I arched when he touched me. But that only moved me so that his bulging prick was pressed harder in the crack of my ass, on his lap.
"Oh what a feel!" he said.
The three men laughed. They thought that I wanted it! Those three fucking horny men thought that I had wanted my sexy tits to be rubbed and felt and carressed like that! What the fuck did they think that I was! Did they think that because I dressed to tease I wanted a humping from every cock that could get to me?
Then I felt those hands kneading my flesh under my bra, and I began to squirm in his lap. He started to twist a little also, and then I knew what was happening. While I was trying to twist out of his grip, Mr. Cory was working his red-hot pole against the flesh of my ass, and he was getting off his rocks right there in his pants, with me on his lap!
When the juice squirted out in his trousers I almost vomited. I squirmed a little because I could feel the hot, scummy cream seep through the cloth and get the ass of my skirt wet. ButI couldn't stand or pull away, because Mr. Cory's lust over my tits and over my ass was making his grip on my breasts stronger, and he wasn't going to let go until every last jet of gism had pumped out of his greedy dick.
When his load was spent he relaxed himself, and kind of fell back in the chair. My blouse had come out of my skirt and it was open for the feeling I had just gotten. My skirt was over my ass from the grinding of our two bodies together there in the chair, and I just stood up, too shocked to say anything.
"You're real good, Sandy," Mr. Walker was saying. Then he was right in front of me, and grinding against my belly, while his hands gripped my shoulders, and his pull made my nipples press hard against his chest. He had a hard-on that couldn't be controlled, and he was panting madly, thrusting it against me. His prick was there, alongside my thigh, under his protruding bulge in his pants. My skirt was still high up, and when the gism jetted out, it came right through the material of the trousers and got the top of my stocking creamy and sticky.
"Ooh, man!" Mr. Walker grunted as he humped to the pumping jets of white cream that squirted out of his balls. "That leg of yours was made to be rubbed against a man's dick," he said, and his own lustful thoughts and words were the catalyst that urged out the final jet of gism, and that made him release me, and stand back. The big wet stain along the side of his pants made me feel strange, and then I tried to lower my skirt-to puil it down over my thighs-when my hand slid over the warm juice that had wet my stocking. I just pulled my hand up and looked.
"That's what you need," Mr. Anderson was saying. I jerked my head up as he was behind me, encircling my tits from behind, and letting me feel the full thrust of his piping hot member in my behind-jabbing into the rear end of my panties.
"Girls like you need plenty of fucking," he was moaning, and his legs were wide apart, as he pulled back, feeling my breasts with passionate lust, and letting that hard, hot, fuck-hungry cock of his rub and rub against my ass.
"Ooh no!" I said. And I knew that I was only spurring them on towards greater orgiastic pleasure.
When I felt the jet of milk hit my ass as it squirted through Mr. Anderson's pants, I also felt his hands grip my tits with an even more feverish lust.
Uuh! Uuh! You're really ... getting ... my rocks ... off!" was the last words he was able to utter, while his nuts greedily emptied their contents in fits of spasmic spurts.
When he let me go I just stood there. I had the cream from one load on the back of my skirt, gism from a wad stuck to the top of my thigh, and the hot, salty scum of my third tormentor's lust-ride right in my panties. He had humped me when my skirt was up over my ass.
They just stood around me, their wanton balls spent after feeling and using me like I was a toy for their entertainment. I don't know why, Doctor. I really don't know why ... but ... but I know that something about it all made me feel a little excited. I really felt like, well, I felt like I knew, unconsciously, that the way I had always dressed and acted had been bound to bring on something like this. And, I guess I felt almost like this was the kind of thing I deserved. I was really confused. Of course, I knew that I shouldn't want any of this, but regardless-I know I felt excited.
When Mr. Cory started to paw me again, I couldn't control the feeling of warm pleasure that my breast gave me to his touch. I was making efforts to pull away but, but ... well, I really wasn't fighting them off.
"How many guys have gotten you, Sandy?" Mr. Walker was asking. "Did the high school football team ever take you into their locker room and make you pipe them all?" he asked. I knew that he was just getting himself hot by thinking about what it must be like to shove that hard shooting love-rod into my mouth!
"Can you take a cock in the ass without getting so fucking hot you snap the guy's cock off from your bouncing up and down?" I heard Mr. Cory say. I felt him behind me. It was up and jamming against my end like he was horny enough to cork-off in a bottle!
"I bet you can ride a man's prick right to heaven!" Mr. Anderson grunted, as he let his hand feel my pussy. They were all over me! Oh no! I thought. Please help me! I'm a virgin!
But there was something in me that had wanted what I was getting. And I knew it.
I felt a hand grab my long, blonde hair, and when it pulled my head back I automatically opened my mouth.
"Look at that mouth!" A voice said. Just made for my cock and balls!" And although it hurt the way they pulled me to the carpeted floor, I found myself becoming hot.
I didn't know if it was Mr. Walker or Mr. Anderson who was kneading my pussy with his hands and pulling at my panties, but I saw Mr. Cory beside my head, grinning with sex-mad lust as he pulled down his pants with one hand, and held my head against the floor with the other. "My prick in your cock-teasing mouth!" he said. "You're going to choke on the bolts of scum that my prick will spit between those sensuous lips of yours!"
There were hands tearing off my panties, and feeling my pussy and ass madly. I felt fingers in my asshole, and a voice-I think it was Mr. Anderson's said: "Oh boy! Your firm, rounded ass makes me want to stick my head right in! Did your daddy ever blow off his load with this pair of cheeks massaging his prick?"
And then I knew that Anderson had been the one who was going ape over my seventeen-year old ass, because the groaning voice that said it wanted to squirt off a quart of juice in my pussy was Mr. Walker, and I could feel something rock-hard and throbbing pressing through the veil of my wiry pubic hairs.
His prick was so fucking big! That damn Mr. Cory had yanked off my blouse, and kneeled over my head so that his cock was against my face while his hands were gripping and feeling my tits. It was at that point when I felt the man behind me-the one feeling my ass release me, and Mr. Walker was squeezing himself between my legs. He was-oh no!-he was getting ready to fuck me off like I was a Fourth of July rocket!
I tried to turn my face down, away from the hairy, swinging balls above my mouth, and look down at the man who was readying himself to enter my virgin cunt, but the hands on my breasts released me, and then they were holding the sides of my cheeks! I tried to close my mouth but the pressure to force my mouth open was too great, and then I was there with my mouth open, and Mr. Cory's dick went in! My eyes almost bugged out of my head! It felt like it was going right down my throat, and like it would kill me with its hardness and with the twisting convulsions mercilessly against the walls of my mouth.
I don't know how, but I managed to groan fiercely when I felt the prick against my cunt. He was driving, driving, driving hard right into me, and then he jammed with all his might, as he thrust forward one last time, and fell forward-busting apart my virgin cherry, and grasping my shapely tits in his mad love-lust. Mr. Walker had popped me! And his ecstatic, thrusting, groaning spasmic hip movements were sending bolts of pleasure through me. The prick in my mouth and the cock in my hole were each undulating fiercely to the jerking, passionate movements of the men who were having me.
I was there on the office floor, going out of my mind with pleasure! How could this happen to me? Why did I want it? Why? Why? How could I have gone for years-through high school-without giving in to the lusty advances of the boys my own age who had been anxious to fuck the shit out of me, and not, until now, give in to the kind of crazy fuck-session that only the dirtiest whore on earth could enjoy?
My seventeen-year-old pussy was filled with come juice, and I was humping under the lusty thrusts of the man whose pole had wiped away my adolescent innocence. I was grunting and sucking and bucking my neck while the man above me-with his hot balls and cock-stuck his throbbing member further and further back down my throat. I was wriggling with convulsions of whore-lust while the two pricks that were in my body undulated with the pleasure that my young, healthy body gave them. Their groaning was becoming unbearable even to them, as the wave of passion enveloped them from the job I was doing on their pricks.
While the two of them pumped their way and on towards the moment of boiling, ecstatic lust-fulfillment that they yearned for, I was writhing like a wild, promiscuous fuck-bitch in my own sea of sexual satisfaction-and the juice just flowed and flowed as I came like the horny cunt I felt I was!
Only an hour before I had been tempting these men with my natural endowments, flaunting the fact that I had the kind of body men wanted, and knowing that it was me-as I taunted and teased them there in the office who was bringing their members to a standing attention, and to a fount of desire that could only be fucking! And now I was getting it! I was spread on the floor under two of them, sucking away on one cock, while my belly was struggling to keep up with humpings of the second cock, as as it reamed my cunt and brought indescribable pleasure to my sex-starved virgin body.
And then the entire universe seemed to explode inside me as the two peters of pleasure spasmed and shot their jets of salty, hot milk right into me. I felt my stomach knot when a succession of powerful jets went blasting up my insides, and when the pent-up sticky milk erupted in a sudden stream in my mouth. I twisted hard there on the floor, and when I came as they shot I though I would die with pleasure.
My mouth was full of the scum that didn't go down my throat, and it ran through my lips onto my own face. But my pussy had hungrily swallowed every drop of the scummy juice that had been pumped into it, and when they were finished with me, they just withdrew their softened members from my body.
I lay there, very still for a moment, panting with satisfaction, and with the liquid come juice of my own love-ride running down my thighs. My mouth was open and I breathed hard. Then his hands were on me.
It must have been the unbearable excitement of watching me get the shit fucked out of me that had sent Mr. Anderson in a wild rage of uncontrollable desire. His prick was so hard it didn't move back and forth while he played madly with my supine body. It just stuck straight out, and he groaned hard every time it contacted the flesh of my belly, then my thighs, and then....
My ass!
He rolled me over in a fit of lust, straddling like a horseback rider on the mound of my shapely cock-teasing ass, and his hands were under me, feeling my breasts, while he undulated against my ass, that damn prick of his insisting on entering through my ass crack.
Both his legs were spread wide, and I arched up my ass to greet that hot pipe of joy! And then I felt the head of it start to go in. And then I felt it all go in! And then I was up on my knees like a grunting, rooting pig, humping the shit out of the groaning, wild man who twisted as hard as he could to shove his rock-hard chunk of cock as far as he could get it up my asshole!
He was pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing. I thought that his cock was going to come right through my mouth, he was jamming it into my ass so hard! I felt the hottest charges of sex-passion I ever imagined, when his driving thrusts of greedy lust sent his pole back and forth-in and out-of that ass I loved to show off.
"Ooh, Sandy," he grunted madly. "I want that fucking ass of yours to beg for my big, hard ... dick!"
And then I felt him shudder like a charge of electricity had gone through his body, and his cock turned into a solid iron pole of pleasure in my asshole! I thought that a fucking enema was pumping boiling oil up my insides, as the powerful, bolting squirts and jets of milky, salty scum exploded their way up and up and up my ass!
"Aah! Ooh! Ooh! I love it!" I groaned like I was having an orgasm in every cell of my being! And I think that I had taken that grown man's cock on like a real champ, because after his milk was spent in my asshole, he simply crumpled down under my ass.
Oh it was so terrible! I knew what they had done to me! They had made me into a sex-hungry cunt! That's what they did to me. They had used me to fuck, and suck, and they just wanted....
CONCLUSION
Yes, they had used Sandy. And it was some time before our combined efforts in therapy made her able to overcome the enormous guilt-feelings and sense of uncleanliness that had tortured her.
When Sandra had learned that there was nothing wrong with her sex desire, but that she felt guilty because she felt that it was her fault that she had been used, she was on the road to recovery. Finally, the understanding that it was their-the men's perverse actions-that was wrong, and not her budding sexuality, the back of the problem was broken She could be cured.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
Subject: Susan M. Age: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Susan was one of the most intelligent girls I had ever met. She was not only very attractive and shapely for her age, but she understood an enormous amount of things concerning male sexual response. She did not, at first, believe that she had a problem, when she came to see me. She felt, quite the contrary, that she was unusually healthy. She explained that her reason for seeking help was her father. She loved him, and, because he had seduced her, she was afraid that his guilt feelings would some day destroy him.
When I suggested that perhaps Susan's own erotic manner of behaving with her father was encouraging this incestuous affair, she seemed almost amused. So I asked her to point out what had occurred-step by step-at the time she was seduced, so that I could make her see that she was, even if only unconsciously, instrumental in arousing and maintaining her father's desire for her.
Well, Doctor, she began, I really do love Daddy. I love him very much, and I think that his reason for his sexual desire-with me, I mean-is just that he is terribly upset and lonely since Mother's death. Daddy sees me as a woman. He feels that desire and love go together, and I believe....
Intellectualization is one sign that a patient is attempting to cover deep-seated feelings of anxiety and, often, self-loathing. So I responded to Susan's very cool and objective commentary by explaining that if she really was serious about wanting to help her father or herself-then she would certainly better let me hear it "as it is" and drop the drawing room manners.
I explained that I wanted to know what happened when she had been seduced by her father, and that if she refused to explain-in ordinary language-the event as it occurred, then I could not continue to see her as a client. I further surprised her by asking for her to go ahead and speak in words that expressed emotion; like "fuck" and "cunt" and so on.
The point was made, and my rather over-intellectual teenage patient began to relate the incident that I had asked her to speak of.
It was a Sunday afternoon and Daddy and I had finished having lunch together. I always liked to curl up in Daddy's lap, ever since I was a little girl, so I just got up after we ate, and took him by the hand into the living room. Then I plunked him playfully down on the couch, and I sat down in his lap. Well, I certainly wasn't wearing much, because Daddy made an obvious glance at my ... at my tits. All I had on was a short little babydoll nightie, and I wasn't even wearing a bra. Hell, Dad and I were all alone in the house, and it was Sunday afternoon. Sure, I knew that I had a pair that needed a bra, but there was just Daddy and me and I didn't care if he saw me.
Anyway, there was something about that obvious glance of Dad's that told me he wasn't just looking at his little girl. I had tits-a woman's tits, and Daddy hadn't been with a woman for more than eight months, since Mom's death. I guess I sort of turned him on.
I giggled a little because I understood. Sure, I knew that I had an okay figure. The passes I was fighting off every time I dated a fellow from school made me well aware of that. But, well, here was a man-my daddy-and I was sitting in his lap practically dressed to fuck! And then, well I guess it was inevitable....
I felt him harden up right there under my behind. Excuse me: under my ass. I felt Daddy getting a fucking hard-on like I was-well, like I was, his wife or something. He just looked down a little, because he knew that I felt it and I guess he was embarrassed. He kind of acted like it wasn't there! Imagine. Here I am dressed in a soft-blue babydoll nightie-not even wearing panties-and I've got the shape of a grown woman. And here is Dad, holding me on his lap, and getting the stiffest, hardest boner I ever felt. Oh, sure, I had had some experience-though not too much-with my dates. I one jacked a guy off after he worked up a hard-on from necking with me in the back seat of his car. But, of course I wouldn't fuck for him. Or anyone else.
I once-well, maybe you'll think it was wrong-but I once piped off a guy, you know, sucked him, at a party. Oh shit! It was funny. He blew his juice all over my face and he got it on the front of my breasts, also. Stained up my blouse nice, but I really didn't mind. He blew a fucking geyser! Man! It was at that party that I was fingered for the first time by that same fellow. Well, after all, when I piped off his young, hot dick, it kind of made me excited, too. And no sixteen year old-or any age girl-ever got her belly blown up from a fingering!
Anyway, I knew that I could get a guy horny. And I really wasn't too shocked when Daddy's nuts responded to my young ass sitting on his lap by sending the message to his dick to stand at attention.
"Oh, Daddy, it's okay," I said to him.
"Susan, I...." he started to say, because, well, I suppose that he was really ashamed or something.
"Honest, Dad," I smiled. "I know it's up," I said. For some reason that seemed to make my Daddy's prick get stiffer. He just looked at me.
"Now Susan, let's just...."
"It's because I've got a behind like I've got, right?" I said. I nodded playfully at Daddy's lap, where my ass was resting on top of his rising bulge.
"Susan, how can you...."
I laughed, and kind of bounced a little to let the firm cheeks of my ass tease off my Daddy's dick.
"Susan!" he said.
"Ooh, Daddy!" I said. "Let's play bucking bronco!" And I acted like a little girl and jumped a little in his lap. Oh, wow! I was making his rod really throb with excitement!
As I bucked up and down my breasts and tits were having a field day taunting Daddy. They were teasingly bumping up and down under the filmy front of my nightie, and-shit!-Daddy's glance made me feel like I was some sort a sex-pot instead of his sixteen year-old virgin daughter!
"Please, Susan," he said. "Please! You're doing something...!" he started.
"Now Daddy!" I said cutely. Then I hugged him. "I'm doing something to my Daddy," I said. And as I hugged him my tit went against his mouth. I guess-he had been ready to kiss my face, because that tit of mine walked right into Daddy's kiss as I hugged him! Man! The damn thing about it is it felt good! I was there alone with Daddy and Daddy was getting hot over my tits and my ass!
"Susan," Dad said. He was almost moaning, not talking, and I kind of felt him hug me tighter than usual, and in a different way.
"Susan, you're making me feel like ... Oh, Susan!" he moaned again. I was there on his lap holding him, and my ass was as hard against his hot prick as my tits were against his face. I felt a flush of real heat get me! Dad was getting me horny! Well, it was nothing so terrible, was it? I mean, things like that happen sometimes, but that's no reason to get all panicky and stupid about it, is it? Okay, so I had a woman's body, and Daddy had a man's body that was responding. So what? I love Daddy.
"Oh, Daddy," I said. "That's not the way you used to hold me when I was a child," I said. I felt the beginnings of the strangest kind of desire. I felt a warm, funny feeling between my legs-in my young cunt-while Daddy fondled me on his lap.
"You never were so pretty when you were a child, Susan," Daddy said, and, well, hell feeling my breast.
I couldn't have stood up then if I'd wanted to. And I didn't want to. My Dad was giving that hot tit of mine the best fucking feeling it had ever gotten in its young life! If any of the guys I'd dated had been able to do it like Daddy I have opened my fucking hole to them and let them ream me off like I was a fucking bunny!
Daddy was getting real passionate, and so was I.
I was moaning and trying to get even closer to him on his lap while he made my titties red-hot with his hands and finger-play! Shit! My pussy was juicing up, and I felt Daddy's member start to throb while he kind of rocked back and forth with me on his lap.
My nightie had come loose from Dad's pawing, and my breasts were bared against him within a few minutes.
"Susan" he moaned. "Uuh, my cock is like a fucking iron pipe, honey!" he groaned. I knew that Daddy was saying he wanted me to do something about that. After all, I remember how those guys felt when they dated me, and when their pricks got lusty and stood up for a fuck. They needed a release or they'd pop their fucking cookies right in their jockey shorts! So I wasn't about to pipe off a fellow at a party and let him get rid of that boiling scum-and jerk-off another fellow in a car, and then let my own dear Daddy sit there with a boner that could kill a fucking horse!
I had to make Daddy happy, didn't I? I had to take that big, hard, piping hot prick that he had once used to make me with my Mommy, and pump out that hot, scummy juice that was making him squirm in his seat.
I wanted to make Dad feel real happy because he was turning me on like a fucking gutter tramp. I was feeling the urge to fuck and suck so powerfully, that I would have jumped on top of a fucking flagpole and reamed myself if I could have.
I started to kiss Daddy's chest and lick his nipples with the tip of my tongue. It was easy because Daddy was only wearing shorts and a bathrobe.
Man, when my father started to moan I couldn't stand it! I went really nuts! I started to kiss him passionately, and I let me kissing travel right down to the opening in his shorts! When I started to lick and suck at that bulging peter of my father's underneath the boxer trunks he was wearing, I was sure-absolutely sure-that his gism would shoot out hard enough to knock me over!
But I was wrong. My Daddy just sat there and spread his legs while it pushed its way out of the opening in his trunks. Man it was red, and it was hard and it was so much fucking bigger than any prick I'd seen on a fellow my own age! His prick stood up, and his balls stretched the underpart of his shorts just like they were begging me to fondle them!
"Susan," he groaned, closing his eyes and arching his back to my talented sucking actions. "Ooh, Susan!" he moaned, and then he reached for my head and pressed it right down over his prick. Well my mouth was open and waiting! Daddy's peter went sliding right in, and he shuddered like he had just plunged his dick into Mata Hari!
I took the sides of my father's shorts and began to tug. Then he raised his ass and I let his member leave my mouth. When his shorts were off and on the floor I went right back to pumping his pipe with my mouth.
My young pussy was soaking with cunt-juice.
Shit, like I was fucking horny with my Daddy's prick getting harder by the second in my mouth!
"Mmmm," I started to moan, and I heard my Daddy shake with pleasure. I hummed like I was trying to sing out a tune, and my Daddy threw up his arms and arched back like he had been hit by lightning. And then more gism than I knew a man's balls could hold burst forth and reamed my mouth! My Daddy cracked his nuts like a horny stud, and I almost gagged to death when his jets of come kept driving savagely into my mouth. "Ooh," he moaned. "Ooh, Susan! Su ... san!" And the last delicious drop of my fathers salty, hot scum emptied itself into my mouth. His ass sank back onto the couch, and I coughed a little.
"Oh, Daddy," I said. "Daddy, Daddy, please," I was groaning. I was climbing up there beside him, taking his own hand in mine and pressing it to the virgin pussy between my legs. "Daddy, you got me hot," I said. And I could see a look of real lust come over my father when he touched my muff and knew that it was his for the fucking he desired!
"You ... you ... Oh, you make me go out of my fucking mind, Susan," my Daddy moaned.
He was all over me. He had pulled me to him with the fire of lust burning away all of his conscience, all of his knowledge or concern that I was his sixteen-year-old virgin daughter. He thought only of my wanting, aroused, hungry, passionate, throbbing body under his arms, and he knew that the woman's breasts responding to his touch were driving him insane with the hottest desire he had known. He knew only that my ass was welcoming the greedy kneading and feeling of his hands. He knew only that I seemed to be a little whore with the kind of body that his burning hot balls had needed for months.
"Oh no, Susan," he was moaning while he felt me, and held me, and continued to drive my into a fit of frenzied passion. "My ... my own daughter!" My father moaned as his prick was there again, erect and stiff, and hot as fire for another release of the pent-up love-juice in his hot nuts.
I rolled around so sexily under his lust movements that I was certain that he'd shoot before he put it where I ached for it: right in my fucking, virgin pussy.
"I'm yours! I'm all ... yours, Daddy ... I want your pipe to bust my cherry!" I said. My words made my father go out of his mind with fierce lust, and he took my legs and spread them apart. My pulsating, hot pussy looked right up at the stick of iron that was ready to go in! Daddy's hands were on my thighs, and I was humping without even having that cock of his inside me yet! I was arching up, and wriggling my ass under him, and I was trying to make my tits stand up so that he'd grab them in his arms and feel, and feel, and feel me-until I climaxed like the H-Bomb!
"Uuh," I moaned in ecstasy. "Ooh Daddy please! Please give ... it ... to ... me!"
And my own father's yearning pole of love-meat plunged forward, finishing my virginity as it traveled in and made me feel like I had sticks of dynamite going off inside me.
The moment of pain was followed by the longest seconds of wanton bliss imaginable! He was exploding and exploding and exploding those hot, milky bolts of scum-juice right there inside me. My father was fucking off his nuts so that it seemed like the universe what changing colors in front of me! And his own passionate spasms of orgasmic moaning told me that my pussy was making Daddy a prisoner forever!
When we finished we slept there on the couch.
The next day Daddy didn't want me to go to school. He seemed, well, obsessed with me. I know that we had sent each other to heaven the day before, and I knew I'd be getting his cock off in me again-but like this was too much! Daddy wanted me with him all the time! He screwed the belly off me in the morning and then called in at my school and said I'd be out all week! All fucking week! Well, I was out that week, and I'm surprised Daddy is still alive! He must have fucked his balls off twice and three times a day each day I was home.
Anyway, I finally convinced him that I should go to school. And he agreed. So I've been coming to classes during the day and coming home in the afternoon to Daddy's hot dick. And he's burning with lust when I get home, so it doesn't take him long to get me going! Shit, my Daddy's some lover! I really want him to control it-for his own good-but he just rips off my clothes and starts fucking me. All the time-he fucks me like I was a little damn bunny in heat!
The other day, for example. I came home from school at three-thirty. I was still in my jacket when Daddy came over to me and started to feel me up. I had stockings on under a short skirt, and I was wearing a sweater. Well, my father went down to his knees before I could even take off my jacket, and he started to kiss the inside of my thighs.
"You've got some fucking legs for a teenager!" Dad said. And his kissing me right there on the inside of my thighs started to get me hot.
"Daddy, you're going to get us both crazy with all ... all this ... fucking ... Ooh Daddy!" I was moaning. He had opened the back of my skirt and he let it drop to the floor. He was kissing my fucking pussy so passionately that I started to do a fucking belly dance right there as he held me! My sweater and jacket were still on, and my skirt was on the floor. I was standing there with my panties and nylons, and Dad was feeling the shit out of my ass while he tongued and kissed at my pussy right over my panties.
I took off my jacket myself, and I started playing with my own tits while Daddy tongued my hole. He took off my panties and nylons, and after I had stripped off my sweater and bra he was kneeling there between my legs with his head practically up my cunt! I was groaning with sex-mad lust as he drove his tongue right where my clit was!
"Uuh, Ooh, Ooh!" I moaned, and I straddled Daddy's face, humping like his tongue was a cock.
I came right then and there. And my Dad's prick was shooting its gism onto the floor while he jacked off to the sound of my groans and moans.
We were both as hot as lava and after we'd come Daddy stood up and led me into the bedroom. I knew he wanted more fucking. Nothing got Daddy satisfied until he shoved that rock of love up his daughters pussy! Nothing beat fucking me! That's was really satisfied my dear Daddy!
But when we were in the bedroom his just pulled me down, alongside him on the bed, and started to finger my asshole. Sure, it turned me on! Nobody'd ever touched my ass like that, and, besides Daddy, nobody'd ever really ever touched my ass!
He was kneading and feeling it, and I just naturally began to get excited. I went down beside him on all fours and I shoved my asshole up at him. "Like it, Daddy?" I teased. "Is it tempting?" I said. I guess it just came naturally. Knowing what made my father's cock get hard, I mean.
Daddy got behind me, and I felt the head of his mighty pole push against the crack of my ass. I wiggled my rear end a little because I knew it was turning him on, and he kind of lunged forward-reaching under me, and taking hold of my breasts. Well I never expected that double bolt of pleasure. The dick up my ass and the hands on my tits, and it got me wild fast and suddenly.
"Ooh shit!" I said suddenly. "Ooh Daddy, do it!" I said. If I moved forward the hands made my tits light up with desire-and if I moved back, it was my ass and my insides that steamed up from Daddy's hot cock! Oh, wow! If this turned on my Daddy, it was driving me mad, too!
"I can't stand it," my father groaned. "I can't stand ... your ... being away ... from....me!" He was groaning with an insane lust that made me even hotter.
"You've made ... me ... go ... crazy, Susan! "My father groaned, as he plunged himself, again and again, back and forth in my succulent asshole!
We were pumping and bucking together right there on the bedroom floor next to the bed, and my Daddy's voice was a tortured moan.
"Ooh, baby! Baby! Susan baby! Oh! Su ... san!" And then his insides came out right inside my asshole. His gism came forth in a gusher and spent itself in forceful, merciless jets that I felt right up there in my belly! And I came like a fuck-hungry bitch myself, at the instant when Daddy's balls went off!
That was the first time Daddy gave it to me up the ass. He said that it was even more exciting than humping my pussy because he could get a better look at my whole body while he piped off inside me!
Well, Doctor, we were really going out of our minds with lust. The next day was when I decided definitely I'd better do something before something happens to my father.
When I came home from school, Daddy was not at the door to greet me, and that scared me. I ran to the bedroom, and, oh, Doctor! he was lying there on the bed jacking off his pole like a madman! He looked at me when I came in the room.
"Please, Susan," he moaned. "Hurry up, baby!" He was groaning with lust. "I need to fuck you, Susan!" he was saying.
I know I shouldn't have done anything. I know that right then and there I should have known that Daddy was sick, but, well, the sight of that hot dick standing straight up was too exciting. I ran to Daddy's side-with my clothes still on, and I started to stroke and kiss his member, while, with one hand, I took off my blouse.
I had only ripped my blouse off-man! I really was ready to fuck after a couple of minutes when Daddy reached for me and pulled me up on the bed with him.
Well, I was nude to the waist and my tits were red hot, because Daddy didn't waste any time in sucking and feeling them! But he wasn't going to take off my skirt! Instead, he kind of turned me right over on the bed-with my aroused nipples sticking straight up and my breasts hungry for feeling-and then he got astride me. That's right, my own father sat right up on top of me, and let me feel that raw, hot cock slapping against my breasts and face.
"Ooh, Daddy," I moaned. "Do-do you want me to suck your hot cock?" I said. I was hot now, and I wanted my Dad's rock-hard come-shooter spewing out its juices between my lips, but Daddy only slid his hips forward and groaned.
"Ooh, Susan," he moaned in lust. "I want to put it between those tits of yours, baby!" he said.
When he said that I obediently took my generously large breasts in my hands and taunted my father with them even more.
"You want my boobs to jack off your pecker, Daddy dear?" I teased. But his groaning, writhing passion made him seize my tits greedily, and then he was riding me like a horse, rubbing those tits of mine like crazy around his tool!
INTERVIEW TWO
Now Daddy was humping like I'd never seen "him hump before! He was absolutely mad with desire, and I thought that my breasts were going to come off, he was rubbing them so damn hard around that piping hot stick of sensuous cock.
"Susan!" he said as he jerked forward in a spasm of ecstasy. "Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Susan! My daughter!" he moaned. "Ooh! Aah!"
I was Daddy's girl!
Well, when I went in the house, Daddy had seen me coming from the window. Shit! I thought that he was going to go crazy!
"So, now you're so fucking horny from humping with me, you're letting every guy from the school know what a loose little piece of ass you are, right!" he screamed. But there was-well, there was more lust than anger and very little rage, in the way he spoke.
Then he was holding me. I was wearing this ultra short mini, and the kind of blouse that showed my boobs in a way that could cause a monk to pop his juice! And Daddy just started going crazy with passion as he felt up every inch of my body under my clothes. This started to get me hotter than a stick of dynamite! Shit! Like only a few minutes before I had been with this fellow-knowing that his rocks were hot for me-and laughing to myself while I knew that he had been getting hot while he spoke to me! And now wow!-Daddy was rubbing my pushed up tits so lustfully that I felt like busting out of my clothes! Like I was getting really too hot to hold back!
"They all want your fucking juicy pussy, Susan!" he was moaning as the undulations of his ready prick against me told me that there was a hot, hot fuck that was going to catch me then and there! And my tits and cunt were aching for it! I was pumping right there in my father's passionate arms, as he felt me, and turned on the juices inside my fuckhole!
"Ooh, Susan ... my daughter ... every guy wants to give it to you ... every fucking guy in ... your school!" he was groaning, while he eagerly ripped at the suggestive outfit I was wearing.
When my clothes had been torn from my body my own wanton lust has enveloped me, and I was pulling off every item of clothes my father was wearing!
"Ooh, Daddy!" I taunted. I felt the heat of an insatiable lust rise up in my young body. "He wanted to use me, Daddy," I said. I knew that I was sending messages of arousal to that hard, fucking joy-stick between my father's legs! "He was talking like he wanted me to know it, Daddy!" I panted, while we were there, on the floor, our bodies writhing together, and my Daddy's heart beating passionately!
"You were teasing him! You were ... teasing him! Weren't you!" Daddy was screaming at me, while our bodies began to join in the position of pleasure.
I laughed seductively, while I threw my head back. "I need a lot of it, Daddy," I groaned. I deliberately taunted him.
"Maybe...." I began, while my father's driving lust made him twist and turn me on the floor, while he went out of his mind feeling and kissing, and then sucking my tits. "Maybe ... Daddy ... maybe one of the guys ... will knock me up!" I groaned. This made my father wild with ecstatic bliss as he fell upon me, kissing and fondling my firm, round belly, and letting the kisses go lower, until his tongue played with my clit. When he took his head from between my writhing legs, I spoke: "Or will you blow me up?" I mocked him. "Will you ... Uuh! Daddy! ... give it to me ... good enough!"
"You make me crazy! You make my balls swell and want to bust with their come!" my father was saying. And when he was in place, over me, the head of his throbbing member against my pussy made me wild.
The forward movement of my Dad's lust-crazed body me the thrust of my own loins as I greeted that fucking hot joy-stick, and wrapped my legs savagely around my Dad.
"Ooh! Susan! It's going to go ... right ... through you!" my Daddy moaned, as my legs gripped him even tighter and made him drive that rock-hard dick as far as it could go, right into my boiling pussy.
"Give me a fucking, Daddy!" I shouted in lust. "Give ... me ... a ... good ... Oh! Daddy!"
I moaned unbearably as his rapid, plunging thrusts were carrying me right to the finish line.
"Susan! Susan! Ooh! Susan ... my cock is ... going to...."
"Daddy!" I screamed, as my back arched, and every bit of my power went to my legs in an effort to squeeze Daddy right into my belly and pussy!
And I came like a fucking flood at the moment when my father's rocks blew off the hottest wad of jazz that I'd ever imagined.
"Uuh! Susan!" he groaned ecstatically, as jet after jet of his pent-up cream came spewing forth and releasing the passionate lust that had built up inside his nuts.
"Ooh! Uuh! Uuh!" I responded, as we were swept away in the longest seconds of bliss that had ever enveloped us in our passions.
We were joined in the clutches of each others' passions, and we couldn't release the hold of desire that we had upon each other until every ounce of my pussy's hot fluid had run its course, and until my Daddy's boiling balls had spent their generous, milky load in my hole!
And Daddy hadn't finished for the night, either!
I don't think we rested for more than an hour, before we were both horny again for each other's body. I saw his rod beginning to stiffen, and he was watching me turn my ass to him, suggestively.
We were lying on the floor. I rolled over, and then I started to talk. I knew this would make my Dad begin to go off his fucking head. "You know I really love to pipe you, Daddy," I said. "Every fellow I dated wanted me to do it-to get my lipstick off on his boiling pole but I only want to pipe off your joy-stick, Dad!" Then I licked my lips.
"Susan," my father moaned. He was up like a fucking tree! His shaft seemed to come alive and shout for joy at the thought of plugging itself into my sweet, teenage mouth!
"Do ... it," my father grunted, as he just fell back on the rug, spreading his legs wide. "Please, baby," he was groaning, while he humped his hips in the air-his prick standing straight up!
I was there between his legs, with my mouth swishing the head of his cock around inside it. I was sucking, and licking, and tasting, and creaming off his pecker again-right there in my mouth! Shit! When Dad came this time, I was sure that his load was going to shoot off through the roof of my mouth!
"Ooh" he moaned wildly. Daddy brought his legs up and wrapped them hard, right around my head! I thought I'd die, because his cock was going right down my throat. But when I tried to scream for him to stop it only made him feel a charge in his rod. My effort to speak sent that final bolt of stimulation to his red-hot member, and he went off like a cannon!
CONCLUSION
Well, when I had Susan listen to the tape of her session with me it became clear-even to her-that her own intuitive feminine wiles had helped to create and to sustain this self-destructive incestuous relationship.
She cried bitterly when she had finally come to face the undeniable conclusion that she shared most-if not all-of the deep, torrid desire that her father had shown for her. No easy solution existed, of course. And the mere recognition of the facts was not enough to alter them.
Arranging, through means that it is unnecessary to report here, for Susan to live with relatives in the suburbs of the city, I succeeded in persuading her father to seek intensive, professional help.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
Probably no neurosis is hopeless. Certainly, almost every form of sexual deviation, perversion or disturbance can be considerably helped by the proper psychotherapeutic treatment. However, prevention is always better than cure. And the understanding of how sexual problems arise-just where it all begins, to corrupt and to destroy if unchecked, the awakening sexual aliveness in young teenage girls can prove enormously therapeutic and preventative-not only with psychologists and clinicians in general-but with the lay public as well.
I have been involved in the specialty of sex-therapy for troubled adolescents for well over fifteen years. In that time I have become enormously sympathetic with the teenager's problems of growth and self-development in a society that often perverts all concepts and ideas revolving around sex and morality. I believe that the hope of any cure for any individual lies, predominantly, within oneself. But an enlightened culture, and a concerned, interested and educated public can do much to spur individual incentive for healthful growth and maturity.
It should be the aim of every clinician to deal with the education of the public-as well as with the treatment of his client-since every individual has come to him from that public.
It was with my desire to document the often startling case histories of various adolescent girls, that prompted me to write this book.
If a better understanding, and a fuller appreciation of the complexities of sexual maladjustment has taken place through a study of these pages, then my efforts will have been amply rewarded.
