This book is designed to give the reader a better understanding of the sexual experience in all its various forms. The sex drive is one of the basic drives of man to be equated with the other major drives of hunger and thirst in its importance.
There are several respects in which the sex drive resembles the hunger and thirst drives: all three are based upon physiological mechanisms; each possess a range of incentives; each requires instrumental acts before drive reduction can be achieved.
Nevertheless, there are important differences between the sex drive and the hunger and thirst drives. First, survival does not depend upon sexual satisfaction. Complete food and water deprivation will result in death, but sexual abstinence has been practiced by many people for religious, moral, or other reasons without apparent harm or shortening of the life span. Second, in our society, no strong social taboos block the satisfaction of hunger and thirst. A wide diversity of incentives is tolerated. Eating spaghetti and meatballs is just as moral as eating steak and potatoes. In contrast, strong moral and legal pressures dictate where, when, how, and with whom sexual satisfaction shall, be obtained. Because of these two differences, sexual behavior is physiologically much more complicated than eating and drinking behavior. But it is possible, if one is able to maintain a detached scientific attitude, to understand sexual behavior.
The sex drive, in itself, is very complex, but society makes it more so. Society places strong taboo's on anyone practicing sexual activities that deviate from the norm. These activities are not harmful in. themselves, provided they do not harm unwilling participants, or infringe upon the rights of others. However, because of the pressures society places on them, these people, otherwise normal healthy individuals, feel the need of a psychiatrist.
The case histories related within this book are of just such people. People with sexual desires and wants that are considered abnormal by society in general. They are all from different backgrounds and age groups, but they all have one thing in common, some form of sexual deviation.
CHAPTER 1
CASE # 13692
Personal Information
Name: Claire C.
Age: 34
Marital Status: Married
Educational Background: High School
Position and Salary: Housewife
Sexual History
Age-Loss of Virginity: 17
A - self induced: 1-2
B - intercourse: 4
Basic Sexual Traits
Submissive and passive
Additional Character Analysis:
Claire is one of the examples of masochism. She can only reach an intense orgasm by being humiliated and spanked by her husband. Unlike most masochists Claire was introduced into its practice later on in life while exploring new ways in which to achieve closer sexual satisfaction in her relationship. Though she totally enjoys her role as a submissive person she has guilt complex after she is spanked and humiliated by her husband.
The fallowing is her story from the beginning, until the time she came to me.
My husband, Roger, and I have been married five years. At first it was wonderful, we were happy and content, but after a while we began losing interest in each other. It built up for a long time. We began having sex less and less frequently, till about a year ago when we stopped altogether. I didn't know what to do. Roger, frankly, had no interest in me and I didn't really, care.
Roger started reading girlie magazines and staying out late at night. I was sure he had a girlfriend and I was really getting worried about our marriage.
One night I decided to stay up and wait for him and really have it out. I was sitting in the living room and got bored with the television. I picked up one of Roger's magazines and started leafing through it. It was the first time I had ever really looked at one of those magazines and I was shocked and excited at the same time.
When I came across this one picture, my whole body shivered with excitement. It was a picture of a girl with her bottom bared and a man in the process of spanking her. It was crazy, but suddenly I wished Roger would do that to me. I continued looking through the magazine and saw other pictures of spanking and each one brought the same response.
It was crazy, I thought to myself, but it might work. I wondered how to bring up the idea to Roger.
As I was sitting there pondering my problem Roger walked in. My mind worked quickly. I made up a story about having an affair with another man. I told him I had been bad and that I was sorry. I sobbed and cried and he called me a slut and a whore.
He was a little drunk and by now in a rage, but I think he knew instinctively what I wanted. I had on a flimsy negligee with nothing underneath and he quickly tore this from my body. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me over to the sofa. I pleaded for him not to hurt me, all the time my bottom aching to feel his hand stinging the bare flesh.
He sat down on the sofa and pulled me over his knees. When I first felt his hand come down upon my bare flesh my whole body quivered with excitement. I still continued to cry and plead, screaming for mercy and pretending to be in pain. He was slow and methodical about it.
Each blow was a little harder than the first and soon my rump began to sting. I could feel my whole body tense with excitement as his hand came down upon my ass. But as the spanking continued my ass began to burn and I didn't have to pretend any more. The pain was real.
I was kicking and screaming now, but I felt a bulge rise in his pants and I knew this was getting Roger excited too. I squirmed my ass around and around as each blow burned into my flesh.
Soon the beating stopped and Roger began placing little kisses over my inflamed ass cheeks. It felt delicious as his mouth and tongue kissed my burning flesh. He worked his way down and around until his mouth found my anxious twat. His mouth and tongue worked their way to my pussy and licked my clit and drove deep into my love tunnel. He was more attentive than he had been in a long time, perhaps ever.
I was in heaven. He slowly began working his way up my belly to my breasts. He licked and bit the nipples hard. His teeth digging into the sensitive skin of my breasts hurt, but it also made my twat ache more and more. His lips met mine and his cock found my cunt.
He slowly worked his way inside me and then fucked me fiercely. He pounded and drove his shaft inside me. I must have orgasmed a dozen times that evening before he finished.
He fucked me fast and hard then slow and easy, and then fast and hard again. I still remember how wonderful it was. I don't think he had ever fucked me like that before in all the years we were married.
Afterwards, as we lay exhausted, I confessed it was all a lie. He told me he was going to have to punish me again for lying to him. I cried and pleaded and I wasn't pretending this time. My bottom felt raw, but with just a few strokes my pussy started tingling again.
My ass was on fire. He beat me fiercely and mercilessly. My butt felt like chopped meat when he was finished with it.
"Well, I hope you've learned your lesson," he said with the last stroke. I promised to be a good girl from then on, but I knew I wouldn't.
He then forced me to his cock. I would have done it gladly, but I pretended to fight him because I knew he wanted me to resist him. I pulled and tugged against his grip, but he caught my hair and I thought he would pull it out by the roots. He jerked my head close to him and then pushed it down onto his dick. As my lips met his cock all resistance left my body.
I opened my mouth to engulf his cock. I sucked him better than I ever had before. I felt more passion, more desire, more longing. My tongue swished and swirled along the length of his stiff rod, while I sucked it in and out of my mouth. I could feel it hit against my throat and almost choke me, but I didn't care. I could hear his breath come more and more rapidly and all I wanted was to please him.
My head bobbed up and down quickly as the cock glided in and put between my lips. I rubbed his balls with one hand and then for some reason I shoved my other hand around his ass and slipped a finger into his rectum. I don't know what possessed me to do that, I had never done it before. He let out a shriek as I first entered then seemed to move with my finger.
I continued eating his cock and soon I felt his balls jerk in my hand and felt the hot creamy come jet into my mouth. I sucked on it greedily and swallowed every drop, something else I had never done before.
To my surprise his cock was still hard. Never before could I. remember Roger ever wanting to have more than one orgasm at a time. He would always quickly become disinterested and go to sleep. He had already had two and was ready for another. I was amazed. He fucked me again and it was just as wonderful as before. He seemed to have more energy and vigor than ever before.
After that evening everything started getting better. We started getting along better, Roger stayed home more and more and we seeded all the time. We started doing different things then also.
I began dressing up like a little girl with pigtails and little childish dresses with full skirts and ruffled panties. Then I would pretend to do something naughty and Roger would pull down my panties and spank me. I would pretend to cry and beg at first, just like the first time, then my screams would become real as the pain increased.
As soon as I would feel the rise in his pants I knew the pain would soon be over and I would really get fucked good. He would then pick me up in his. arms and carry me off to the bedroom. He undressed me and then treated me like a big girl again. He would screw me in all different positions and really good.
One day I pretended to do something extra naughty and he said he would have to give me an extra bad punishment for it. He pulled my panties down around my ankles and made me bend over and grasp my ankles with my hands. He then pulled off his belt and began thrashing my bared bottom with it. I screamed and hollered. Each lash of the belt tore into my tender flesh. It hurt like hell. The lashes came methodically and harder and harder. But soon the rhythm of the slaps and the pain made my cunt hunger for his cock.
The pain was almost secondary to the aching in my pussy. I wanted to be fucked good and hard. As the beating continued I brazenly slipped my hand up my leg and to my twat. I rubbed my clit in rhythm to the slaps of the belt and soon found myself coming to a climax.
He called me dirty names and shouted crude things while I was doing it but made no attempt to stop me. I think he enjoyed watching me getting off like that. The things he said were degrading but they somehow just made me want it more.
The slaps came faster and faster as I rubbed my clit harder and harder. I shoved three fingers up my hole and used my thumb to rub my clit. As he rained blows on me I felt my orgasm shudder through my body. I trembled all over, my ass burned, and my pussy throbbed. I screamed as my pussy flooded with my come.
Roger stopped when he saw I had come. As I stood to face him I saw a hard glare in his eye. I was ready for him to fuck me, but he had other ideas than I had.
He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom as usual and undressed me. He seemed angry though. He told me he should beat me again for having done that. I cried and pleaded with him not to punish me anymore. He then told me he had another kind of punishment in mind. He said it was something I would like, but it was going to hurt too.
He then pushed me down on the bed on my stomach. I wondered what he had in mind. I wondered if he had another new way of spanking me, but I soon found out different.
He began kissing my ass cheeks like he usually does after a good beating, but then instead of moving around to my cunt he spread the cheeks with his hands and found my asshole with his mouth. He licked around it for a while and stuck his tongue inside and wiggled it around.
It tickled and felt good. We had never done anything like that before. I was a virgin there and frankly had never even thought of getting fucked back there. It was a strange sensation, but I liked it and still wondered what my punishment would be.
I was soon to find out. He took his mouth away and told me to get ready. He said that was all the lubrication I was going to have and that this was going to hurt like hell.
Well, it did. He still held my .cheeks apart and slid his body to where his cock was at the opening of my asshole. I couldn't believe what he was doing. I tensed my body which only made it hurt worse.
At first he eased it in gently. My little brown hole gave a lot of resistance and it probably hurt him a little too. He pushed and prodded, pulled and lunged until he got the tip inside. Even that little part hurt, I was sure his whole huge cock was going to tear me apart and it damn near did.
He continued slowly, pain flooded my body. With each movement I shook with pain. He continued twisting and shoving until a little more was inside. Once he got enough of the head lodged inside he began a fierce assault.
He rammed and ground his cock into my poor puckering asshole. I screamed out in pain with each lunge. Finally, the whole head was inside me and I thought I would die, but that wasn't the worst of it.
Once the head was inside he gave one hard lunge with all his strength behind it and lodged the whole cock firmly inside my asshole. Once this was accomplished he began a fierce hard fuck. He rammed his cock in and out of my asshole with all his force. Each lunge tore into my body.
He was like a wild man fucking my ass. I screamed and begged him to stop, but it only made him fuck harder and faster. He reached around me and began fingering my twat and soon I felt it throbbing. The pain in my ass seemed to decrease as the pleasure built up in my cunt. As each lunge sent pain soaring through me, it also sent tingling joy to my pussy.
He continued and we orgasmed together. It hurt like hell, but as I think back on it it was one of the best, orgasms I can remember. Somehow pain seems to increase my pleasure.
It seems this has brought Roger and I closer together, but the more I think about it it seems abnormal and wrong. That's why I came to you doctor. I've been really worried that both Roger and I might need some kind of treatment. I enjoy it so much, I don't want to quit, I just don't know what to do.
CHAPTER 2
CASE # 13692
Personal Information
Name: Rita C.
Age: 20
Marital Status: Single
Educational Background: College
Position and Salary: Student.
Sexual History
Age-Loss of Virginity: 14
Number of orgasms per week:
A - self induced: 3
B - intercourse: 4
Basic Sexual Traits:
Passive, though can be highly aggressive.
Additional Character Analysis:
Rita we find has a greater desire to have sexual intercourse with someone who is many years her senior. This we feel stems from her early relationships with older men, who have made her feel secure and content. Her father had left when she was five, while her mother had several affairs while Rita was growing up. These two factors we can directly relate to the fact that Rita has a preference for older men. Though we can classify her as a Gerophilic, Rita is aware of the fact and is perfectly satisfied in remaining a victim.
Rita C. (The Gerophile)
The following case history was obtained from a personal interview. Rita was not under my care but we met through a mutual friend and she was willing to talk about her sexual life, in order that I may bring the reader a larger understanding of sexual variations in women. Rita is quite frank in her interview with me. The following is her story as she told it to me.
When I was fourteen years old I was really developed in all the right places. I looked, more like eighteen than my youthful age. We lived in a two family house, we had the upper part of it, while a man I shall call Mr. Carter had the lower floor. Mr. Carter was about fifty years old, he was a widower for many years. Well, it started with him. He used to come up to my house every now and again to help me with my homework. Well, this particular afternoon he came up he was a little high from his constant drinking. For some reason I had to get something from the bedroom and he followed me inside and sat on the bed. At first I didn't think anything of it until he told me to sit on the bed because he wanted to tell me something. As I sat there and waited for him to say something I noticed that he was staring at my breasts, then he just reached out and cupped one of my breasts in his hand and squeezed it very gently. I was very surprised at first, I wanted to pull away, but I could see by his expression that he was thoroughly enjoying himself. I felt this was a small price to pay since he was so unselfish with his time in helping me with my studies. He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. We communicated all our thoughts with our eyes. My eyes roamed over his entire body, rediscovering him as quite a handsome man. Suddenly my gaze became fixed on the bulge in his pants that kept getting larger and larger as he cupped my ample breasts. I felt so strange at first, but then I relaxed leaving my fears by the wayside. I guess I started the whole affair by taking my fingers and running them along his covered penis. I just ran my fingers up and down the length of it. He stopped me for a moment so he could pull it out and show me his proud manhood. I had never seen a penis before so I was really excited about touching it. I immediately wrapped my fingers around the stiff pole, jerking and massaging it as I played with it.
We played with each other like this for a while. Then he suggested that we get undressed so we could do other pleasurable things. As it turned out he showed me what sex was all about. He was very gentle when he inserted his penis into my vagina, my hymen broke with very little trouble or pain. After the first time we had much more fun, he showed me different positions to assume. I was a good student, as he told me later. We made love about three times that day, I wanted to do it again but it was almost time for my mother to return from work.
I continued my relationship with Mr. Carter for about a year, then to my deepest regret he died. I was so used to having him make love to me that I didn't know how I was going to relieve my sexual frustrations. I once tried to make it with a guy from school, but he did nothing for me at all. He was so nervous and inexperienced that I didn't even reach an orgasm. I decided that I wouldn't try anyone who was younger than forty. I don't know why I picked that age, I figured that they knew what life was all about and they wouldn't have to show off to prove how much of a man they were, like most of the kids I would have been dating.
It was really hard to meet the man that appealed to me as they were scared to do anything with me on account of my age. I kept on looking and looking to fill that void in my life, left by Mr. Carter. Then one day when I was in the city shopping I met a man by the name of Paul Brent-he was forty-three. He asked me if I would have lunch with him and I accepted immediately. We ate and talked about all kinds of trivia, but we got around to the subject of sex, so I got real bold and told him that I would like him to make love to me. He was not surprised at all, but agreed that it would be a groove.
We got to his apartment in no time. It was the most fantastic apartment I had ever seen. The bedroom was really wild-it had a huge mirror over the bed so I could see myself as he did it to me.
This affair proved to be my greatest, so I will tell you in detail about it.
The first thing he said to me was, "Take off your clothes."
I began to strip my clothes from my body. He sat in a chair and watched me remove each piece of covering. When I was completely nude he stood and removed his clothes.
"Now stretch your body across the bed and let your head hang over the end of the bed," he said.
I lay on my back and let my head over one side while my ankles touched the other side. I could see myself laying there with my thighs spread apart and my vagina waiting for his stiff rod.
"I'll tell you what I'm going to do," he said. "I'm going to walk up on you and I'm going to put my cock between your tits, while my back is to your face, then I'm going to put my asshole over your face. When I do that I want you to force your tits together so I can slide my cock in between them. Now while you're, holding your tits like that I want you to twirl your tongue all around the inside of my hot bung, and if you are really good at it I may consent to give you a few thrills."
This was completely new to me. I had never been involved in this one before but it sounded wild and exciting and that was for me. Since I was on my back with my head hanging over the edge I saw him approach me upside down. His penis looked really funny swinging back and forth as he came closer to me. As his cock went over my face I licked his hairy balls as they went by. He didn't stop so I could lick them clean, he was more interested in putting his cock between my breasts and having me plug his anus hole with my tongue.
He was standing with his knees facing into my shoulders, then he inserted his penis between my breasts. I held my tits on top and around the sides of his bock while he began to move his manhood back and forth very slowly. He moaned in delight as his cock was sliding the warm soft mounds of my flesh.
His ass was right over my face and so were his hanging balls. My hands were busy holding my tits so he could fuck them. I told him I couldn't lick his hole like he wanted me to. So he grabbed his ass cheeks himself and spread them far apart. I stuck my tongue in there immediately, his whole body jerked wildly as I twirled my tongue around the soft walls of his rectum. Once I had my face imbedded in the soft confines of his ass cheeks I no longer had to hold them apart.
With his hands free to do whatever they wanted to, he proceeded .to give me the thrill that he told me he would give if I was good to him. He stuck one finger into my asshole while he shoved his thumb deeper into my pussy. Then he gave me a sensation I'll never forget. He began to squeeze my two holes together. I thrust my whole body up at him wanting to feel him do that again and again. My reaction pleased him so much that he kept doing it to me.
To show my honest appreciation I tried to stick my tongue further up his asshole. As I did this I teased his cock by rubbing my tits over the mushroom head of his huge cock. Then I squeezed them so tight together that I am sure it must have felt like a virgin twat as he pushed his cock forward trying to get it through.
Now his fingers were really busy in my pussy and anus hole. He reached down and squeezed one of my tits as I squeezed them over his red hot cock. I felt his pulsating cock begin to stir and I knew that it wouldn't be long before he would shoot his thick wad of hot come. As for myself I was nearly exploding. I kept sucking and licking at the cheeks of his ass. Every fourth or fifth lick I would shove my tongue deep into the warm confines of his bung. I loved the taste of him and the smell was divine.
Our passion was at the point of no return. He was really beginning to move. He started to move his body faster and faster, he slid his bung hole all over my face, my saliva wetted every part of my face as well. I knew that he was preparing himself to shoot off his sperm filled balls. I didn't want that luscious come to go to waste so I pushed him back so that I could get a hold of his cock with my mouth. It was a very awkward position but it was well worth it as I felt his cock slide down into my mouth and rest at the entrance of my throat.
He leaned on the bed while his cock rested in my mouth. His face was just inches from my pussy. It didn't take him long to know what I wanted him to do. His face found its way to the lips of my womanhood and without any thought he stuck his tongue into me and sucked and sucked and sucked!!!!!!!!!! He increased my pleasure by sticking a finger once again into my bung hole. This was the most interesting sixty-nine position I had ever been in. The only disadvantage was that occasionally I would choke from being up-side-down and having his cock deep down my throat.
Once I got used to this position and learned how I could move my head I began to give him a super blow job. When I got halfway through licking and sucking on his rod his whole body began to jerk and twist on top of me. He started to shout for me to take his cock deep into my mouth so that he could shoot his load. As soon as I had his prick in my soft, hot, wet mouth I felt his cock erupt from the base of his balls all the way to the tip of his crown tipped head. His sperm kept coming and coming. The faster I swallowed, the faster he would refill my mouth with his thick white come. It came to the point that I couldn't take it all fast enough so it spilled out of my mouth and dripped all over his pubic hair. Some of it stuck to my cheek. I loved every ounce of his come I got and even wanted more. The taste was sweet and pleasant to let it linger in my mouth, to play with.
My whole body shook as I started to come with the same intensity as he did. It was overpowering to say the least. I felt the gentle flow of my fluid come down the sides of my vagina and ooze out onto his finger and hand. I really came with a lot of fluid. He sent me to heaven when he stuck another finger up my bung and twisted and turned it around furiously. It was beautiful just beautiful. He didn't stop his caress as he felt my tits, ass, thighs, legs, every part of my body. He had me in such a frenzy that I didn't know if I was ever going to stop coming. We sixty-nined each other twice more before we felt relieved enough to rest for a while.
It didn't take long for him to catch his breath. I am always ready for sex no matter how tired my body may be. When he ran his fingers over my tits and pinched at the nipples he caused waves of wild sensation to run rampant through my excited body. All I could visualize was his cock ramming at the doors of my vagina and then going all the way to the core of my womanhood. I played with his rod watching it swell as I rubbed the head and stem with the palm of my hand. His cock was in full erection within a few seconds. I kissed and licked it for a while, wanting to be sure that he would be in the best mood to give me a good screwing.
Then I pulled myself off his cock and took another groovy position. This time I brought my body on top of his, placing his now rock hard cock at the entrance of my pussy. I wanted to feel his throbbing cock burrowing into my soft tender pussy.
He responded by placing his hands on my hips and pulling me all die way down on his stiff rod. He held me down on his cock and rotated my whole body. I could feel every inch of hot cock bounce around inside of me. I couldn't help from coming almost at once. My hole became highly lubricated with my honey.
His hands held me tightly at the hips and then he began to bounce me up and down on his pecker. I contracted my cunt muscles and held on to his cock as tight as I could. This excited him and he rammed his cock at me like I was the last fuck in the world. He bounced me up and down on his rod a while longer, then he told me he wanted to shoot his load into me but he wanted to do it the normal way.
We rolled together until I was on the bottom this time. He slipped his cock from my hole and began to lick and kiss my entire body. This time he got hung up in gently licking and kissing my toes. He didn't miss an inch. He separated each toe by sticking his tongue between them. When he finished paying devotion to my feet his tongue traveled up my inner thigh until he came to my anus hole. He then sucked it out causing me to have still another satisfying orgasm.
He came up on top of me again and gently laid his body on mine. He aimed his cock at my hole and it gently slid in. Our bodies began to move together in the same rhythm. At first it was a slow and easy fuck. Then he pulled my legs apart and placed my ankles on his shoulders. I loved this position because I could have every possible inch of cunt that was humanly possible to have.
His hard stiff cock was now fucking me wildly. His cock was ramming into my cunt burrowing deeper with each body shaking stroke. Our rhythm because more intense, our breath was heavy as beads of passion wet saturated our entire bodies. We let out long and lingering sighs and moans as our stomachs smacked together to complete each and every stroke.
He reached his hands down and held on to the cheeks of my ass ever tightly. He pressed his fingers deep into my fleshy cheeks, tightening the contact of our bodies. Then he thrust even harder at my cunt, jamming me and rolling his hips slightly to be sure to hit all the right nerves in my puckered throbbing pussy.
I was ready to come. I grabbed at his back, sinking my nails into his sweating flesh I felt my hot fluid flow. I knew he could feel me come because he squirmed his around inside of me as my come flowed onto his cock.
When I was just getting into my orgasm I felt his cock erupt and began to full my pussy. It stirred me to have another orgasm and then another. Until his cock was silent and growing limp. He was a master cocksman.
I still see him and we still show each other new tricks all of the time. I could never give up experience for youth, especially when it comes to having a good screw.
CHAPTER 3
CASE # 17484
Personal Information
Name: Nancy E.
Age: 24
Marital Status: Single
Educational Background: College Degree (Anthropology)
Position & Salary: Independently Wealthy
Sexual History
Age-Loss of Virginity: 15
Number of orgasms per week:
A - Self induced: 9-12
B - Intercourse: 6
Basic Sexual Traits
Aggressive
Additional Character Analysis:
Nancy finds that she reached a higher orgasm by watching people in the act of sexual pleasure Nancy masturbates herself regularly while she watches people perform or while she mentally visualizes that she is peering at two people. Nancy engages in sexual intercourse but this does not satisfy her hunger and much rather would continue her voyeuristic aberrations.
Nancy E. (Voyeur)
It all began when I was twelve years old. At that time I witnessed a man and a woman having sexual intercourse in a park. I watched their performance from beginning to end while hiding behind some bushes. It really excited me to watch the woman take the man's penis in her mouth and suck on it like a lollipop. The man got real excited and began to lick and kiss the woman's legs. His tongue coated her calf and worked itself up her inner thigh. All the while the woman's mouth remained glued on his throbbing erect penis. They tossed and turned as their love-making grew in intensity. The man ripped her panties from her body as his mouth became in bedded in her hairy bush. They looked a bit funny with their heads bobbing up and down as the licked each other into an orgasm.
When they finished making it that way the man mounted her and began to screw her with all of his strength. I found my finger imitating each and every stroke the man put into her. I came twice before they did. I ran home as fast as I could because I was afraid and didn't understand the meaning of my first orgasm. I had dreams about it for several months afterwards and always fingered myself until I reached an orgasm.
It took me almost a year and a half to get up enough courage to go out and try to catch people in the act. At first, though, I confined myself to merely staring at men and women and wondering what they looked like without any clothes on and how they looked when they were making it with their women. Once when I was so horny that I had a hard time keeping my fingers out of that tender hole I went down to the high school athletic field and watched the fellas on the football team work out. Then I went to the locker room window, peering in and I watched them get undressed for a shower. I had never seen so many cocks in my life, all kinds of shapes and sizes. I lifted my skirt up, pulled the crotch to one side and fingered myself as I watched them. I had three quick body-shaking climaxes this way. They proved to be the best I ever had up to that time.
My next adventure occurred about a week later. It was late at night and I noticed a light on in my next door neighbor's bedroom. I dressed and tip-toed out of the house and over to the window. Our neighbor was a bachelor and quite handsome. As I looked in I saw him laying on the bed without a stitch of clothing on. Then I saw the bedroom door open and another man walk in. As soon as the man walked in I noticed my neighbor's penis get hard as a rock. My heart was pounding and my vagina was burning with desire.
My neighbor's penis was huge!!! It kept getting bigger and bigger. The other man sat on the edge of the bed, suddenly he reached out and took hold of the penis with his hand then began to massage it gently. Then he leaned over and took every inch of the cock in his mouth. Then, making my breath catch in my throat, I watched him swallow the penis. He sucked on the cock until it spurted its load down his throat.
As I watched them reverse positions I took off my panties then drew my skirt up around my waist and tucked it in the waistband. Standing wide-legged I began slowly and caressingly to finger myself. My legs felt weak and my head was swimming in pleasure. It didn't take long before I felt myself come. My love juice oozed down my fingers and dripped all over my hand. I ate every bit of it. And as I left them they were still sucking each other off for the third time.
On my next experience which occurred about six months later I was caught. It happened while I was watching a guy and his girl making it in his bedroom. I had sneaked up on the roof of an apartment house. I was real quiet as I watched them do all kinds of groovy things to each other. As I had my skirt up and was busily masturbating myself I felt someone grab me from behind and spin me around. I was caught off guard. It turned out it was the superintendent of the building. He kept asking me what I was doing up there. I was so uptight that my hand froze still imbedded in my vagina. When he noticed where my hand was he looked over the edge and saw what I was up to. He brought me down to his apartment and told me he was going to call the police. I begged for him not to. I told him that I would do anything he wanted me to, but please not to call the police.
He told me that he was going to stick his cock into my pussy and if I didn't cooperate he would make good his threat. I knew that the time had come to kiss my virginity goodbye. He told me his name was Tom. He almost had an orgasm watching me take off my clothes.
He unbuckled his belt.
I told him, "No, wait."
He said, "For what?"
"For me," I said and I put my hands on his pants, unbuttoned the top button and unzipped them. I decided that this was the man that was going to take me all the way I was going to show him the best time of his life.
As I slipped his pants down over his legs, I dropped to my knees and pulled off his jockey shorts as well. Slowly I got every bit of his clothing off. Finally, when I was finished undressing him I was on my knees looking at his cock. He put his hands behind my head and I gently took his penis in my mouth. It was already hard from watching me take my clothes off. I licked the tip of the cock around the hole and I ran my tongue slowly up and down the length of his penis. My tongue went to the very base of his cock and I slipped it under his testicles licking them with my hot moist tongue. I kissed his thighs while I rubbed his chest and stomach. I squeezed the nipples of his breasts until they became erect. My hungry hands held on to his balls while I sucked on his rod. With my free hand I slipped around to his rear and began to tease his bung hole with the tips of my fingers. He began to grunt and moan as I sucked harder and faster. I sucked as best I could-he was loving every bit of it.
All of a sudden I felt a teeth-shattering jolt as the first wad of come came blistering into my mouth. It hit the back of my mouth. I swallowed it and then I knew that I was going to be hooked on having all the rest of his come. I loved the taste of it. I sucked again and swallowed another load.
I twisted my head around on his cock. Another spurt and another and another. The hot fluid kept coming, pouring down my throat. I thought it was wonderful to be able to drink his come this way.
He led me to the bed and we rested for a while. Then he buried his face in my breasts. He kept telling me how beautiful they were and how much he liked to lick my nipples. He kissed the nipples and made them stand. He lowered his kisses to my stomach and began to lick my navel, then proceeded to bury his tongue in my pubic hair. His tongue inched lower until I felt him plant a big wet kiss on my pussy. He gave me a hickie on each thigh which meant several flesh tingling moments of sucking on each one. I became so hot that I almost wriggled off the bed. When he put his face between my legs again I just squeezed his head with my thighs. This caused him to suck and lick my pussy with increased vigor. He sucked in my clitoris and hammed his tongue deep into my pussy as far as it would go. He was like an animal between my legs. He lifted my ass up with his two hands and then slipped one of his fingers into my bung hole. I went completely wild when he did that, I thought I was going to come at any moment He stopped licking and fingering me for a couple of minutes so I could catch my breath and calm down.
When he started again he licked all over my body, running his tongue from the top of the inner part of my thigh all the way down to the inner part of my ankle and back again. Then he lodged his tongue into my pussy, twisting and turning it as he did so. Next he lifted my ass up in the air, spread the cheeks apart, and licked the crotch between my cunt and asshole. The moment I felt it there I felt my pussy quiver and come. His fingers played with my clit as I felt the gentle flow of my love juice come from deep within my throbbing pussy. His tongue felt so good I tried to hump it as I climaxed!
It didn't take long before we were in a passionate embrace. He mounted me so that I could feel his entire body pressing against mine. He began to move his cock around to the entrance of my womanhood. I didn't want him to know he was going to take a virgin. So I began to shove up at him while his penis head was nudging at my hole. I began to scream for him to FUCK ME, FUCK ME, I wanted him to think I had fucked hundreds of men. I wanted him to think that I was a real hot little whore. I must have been convincing because he rammed his pecker right into me.
My hymen did not give must resistance for his cock slid in with only slight hesitation. I felt a slight pain and I bit my lip so no sound would pass my lips and give the truth away. He socked it to me. Stroke after stroke he rammed it into me, first he went fast and hard then slow and easy then fast and hard again. Keeping the same pattern up, once I got used to it, I thrust my body up to meet the fast and hard strokes. I rested on the slow and easy ones. He wasn't a fast shooter when it came to screwing. Of all the men I had watched make love he lasted the longest.
Suddenly I felt his body growing tense, his whole body was quivering. I knew that he was about to reach his peak. So I began to blow my hot breath in his ear and whisper all kinds of sexy things I could think of like "Baby, give me your hot come. Fuck me Harder, Harder, HARDER, HARDER, faster, faster, FASTER, FASTER, HARDER, FASTER, HARDER FASTER, HARDER FASTER FUCK HARDER FASTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I was screaming at him when I felt his cock quiver and jerk inside me. I knew that he was coming. His sperm shot out and splashed deep down into my womb. His whole body kept jerking and squirming on top of me until every last drop came out of his erupting balls. Then he lay silent on top of me and he didn't take his penis out of my hole but let it go limp inside of me. I was glad that I had given him so much pleasure. I was sorry only for the fact that I didn't reach a climax on my first screw. He fell fast to sleep so I slipped out from underneath him, dressed and went home. That night I played with myself until I reached double the pleasure that I had felt that night.
I continued my peering right up to the time I went to college. I had sexual intercourse a lot during my first two years in school but I really didn't enjoy it so much. My third year proved to be my best time of all. I was going out with a guy who took me to a wild orgy. I was in paradise as I could watch anyone I wanted to. As my date made passionate love to me I watched three guys make it with one girl. I went to every orgy they had.
Then about a year after I was introduced to the orgy scene I met this guy who told me where I could go to see a great orgy. He told me it would cost twenty-five dollars. I was so keyed up thinking that it would be like my hands were trembling. He gave me the address and told me if I paid my own way he would escort me. I agreed.
When we got to the place my escort apparently knew it quite well. He ushered me down a passageway and into a small room luxuriously fitted with chairs facing the wall. My escort selected two for us. He warned me to be very quiet. The lights went out and the drapes were drawn. To my surprise I was looking through a window that was one of those one-way mirrors. The room was set up like a torture chamber! My escort told me it was a new girl tonight and she was under blackmail to receive her whipping. I was completely taken back, I didn't fully understand what was to happen.
Next my escort gave me a set of earphones to put on. In a moment a door opened and a man entered the room. He glanced at the wall, then stripped to the waist From an array of straps, whips, and rods on a table he selected a whip about five feet long. I could hear his every move through my ear phones.
The door opened again and this time a lovely girl of about nineteen was forced into the room by a burly matron. The matron locked the door, then forced the girl before the man. I could hear the girl whimper and sob as her eyes became fixed on the whip.
The man asked her if she knew why she was there and between sobs the trembling girl stammered, "Y-E-S."
He paused, twitching his whip and I heard him say, "While you are in this room you will call me master. I, the master am going to whip you until it is my pleasure to stop."
The pretty girl choked, then sobbed, "I was told it was going to be a woman."
He laughed cruelly. "You don't have much of a choice, do you???"
"No, master," was her reply.
I felt sorry for her, but she was held as in a trance by the coiled whip. It was obvious from the way he grinned at her that he was a sadist and would derive great pleasure from administering punishment to her. He ordered the pretty girl to stand up and put her hands behind her back.
The sadist asked her how old she was.
"Nineteen, m-a-s-t-e-r."
"Have you ever felt the strap of lash on your body before?"
"No, master."
As the pretty girl stood trembling he reached out with his whip and pressed her dress along her thighs, outlining her supple round flesh. He slowly circled her, pressing the handle of the whip against every part of her body.
The girl was begging for him to stop. He told her that he was ready to begin her punishment. The girl pleaded with him but soon found herself stretched over the edge of the table that the whips and lashes were on. The sadist lifted her dress up-it was a mini-version so it didn't have far to travel, and I could see the girl's well rounded buttocks plainly through her panties. The sadist stood admiring the view then proceeded to spank her with his open hand. He covered her buttocks and her thighs in his spanking. The girl cried as each slap of the palm hit her body.
Once when the girl's mini-dress fell backwards over her rump he made her pull it back up and take the same position again for more punishment.
Next he sat in a chair after selecting a small whip. This time he instructed her to remove her dress completely so he could whip her bare back.
The girl's eyes widened in terror. The whip slashed out catching her in the small of her back. She let out an ear shattering yell as her trembling fingers unzippered her dress. The girl was so terrified of the lash that in no time at all she stood only in her bra and panties.
He made her get down on all fours in front of him as he applied the cruel lash to her already battered body. He was quite excited by this and pulled out his penis so that she could see is excitement
When he finished beating her this way he made her suck on his cock until he came. He wasn't satisfied with that alone. He took her in every position imaginable. After she had pleased him in every way he wanted the sadist beat her until I could see red welts cover her entire body.
My escort told me that I could have the girl eat me if I wanted to. I said "no thanks" and made a quick exit from that place. I was so sickened by what I saw that I decided it was time I got myself analyzed.
Well-that is my story doctor.
CHAPTER 4
CASE # 11934
Personal Information
Name: Robyn A.
Age: 34
Marital Status: Single
Position and Salary: Magazine Editor, $325/week
Sexual History
Age-Loss of virginity: 12
Number of orgasms per week:
A - self induced: 5
B - intercourse: 0 (though a few are achieved during lesbian activity)
Basic Sexual Traits
Passive, submissive
Additional Character Analysis:
Robyn was raped by a sadistic uncle at an early age and was constantly desired by males through her young years. Many of these males made overt sexual moves toward her with success, and thus developed her submissiveness. Since her mother was dominant, Robyn became dependant on her and eventually lost a sense of individuality. She thought she deserved any punishment inflicted on her, and she had no impetus to bring herself up from defeat
Robyn A.-(Lesbian, slave syndrome)
Ina was from Germany. She was the European editor for the magazine which I edited here in America. I was her aide during her first few weeks in this country, showing her around, helping her find a suitable apartment, introducing her to the right people. All during our association she was cool, courteous, reserved, and completely unemotional. It was strictly business between us.
Therefore, it was a shock when one Friday night she asked me if I knew where there was any stimulating sexual activity. I wasn't sure what to say, but that wasn't because I didn't know what she meant, for there was something in the way that she said it that told me she wanted something "stimulating" in the way of another woman.
I had heard about "gay" bars, of course. Living in the city meant accepting all deviations from the norm, and somebody was bound to turn you on to all the places where all the activity took place, whether you wanted to know about it or not. I suggested a few places to Ina, but then she said that it was just out of curiosity that she had wanted to know. She said she wouldn't go to any one of those places alone, but she would enjoy going with me. That way we would not be bothered by anyone since they would think we belonged together.
I was caught off-guard. I didn't know what to say to refuse, so I accepted. I admit now, however, that I was intrigued by the idea of doing the gay places with the mysterious Ina. I had tried a number of men in the period just previous to my meeting her, and they had all been disappointing and extremely frustrating. Ina awakened memories of sororities and certain girls I had known intimately during my childhood. I guess I was anxious to go along with her.
We dined at a little French restaurant taking one cocktail each before dinner and sharing a half-bottle of Chablis with our chicken. Then we called to one of the places that I knew of. It was dull. Just another bar, but one with the kind of unfriendly faces that I was not used to seeing when I walked into a place. But Ina brazened it out taking me possessively by the hand and leading me to a booth, a little gesture of intimacy that I appreciated. It was not lost on the women at the bar, and because of it they turned back to their drinks and the lonely vigil that they kept. Someone played the juke box, and two women got up mechanically from another table and began dancing. I watched them for a few minutes before turning to Ina.
We talked about our schooldays. "A girls' school is a hotbed of sexuality," Ina observed. "I've always found it so, and I think it's because girls are not given the same kind of physical discipline that boys in the same type of school are given. They have all those sports, you know, soccer, track, hiking, sailing. They have enough to keep them busy so that the sexual ideas that they come up with are defeated in the face of complete fatigue.
I had to admit that I remembered my own school days and sex was Subject One. Her mention of discipline, however, must have perked up my interest I began to perch on every word she uttered, even those I was not too sure I understood. I got the jest of what her life had been like, out of a girls' finishing school and into the scene of the gay bars.
Somewhere along in the evening I had the 'straw that broke the camel's back' drink, the one that sends your mind and body over the brink. I made it to the women's room before I lost my supper. Ina held my head and wiped my forehead, nursing me through the ordeal. Then she simply helped me to her place and proceeded to seduce me into the dark caverns of homosexuality and sexual slavery.
Seduce may not be the word for it I was ready and willing just as soon as she made the first overture. It started, I suppose, during the cab ride to her apartment I was feeling rotten, and when she slid her arm around me in the cab I just let myself be cradled into her body. I was weak in more ways than I showed physically. The ride through town with the window open and the fresh air blowing in my face revived me, but I made no move to get away from Ina until the cab drew up in front of her budding.
I faked still being high and woozy, but it wasn't a very good act and Ina knew I wanted to make love with her, even if I didn't know it at that moment I let her help me into her building, into the elevator and into her apartment Once inside she eased me onto the couch and back on the cushions. She slipped my shoes off and lifted my feet onto the end of the couch before excusing herself I see her walk into the kitchen and mix a drink for herself and then take a towel from the drawer and run it under cold water. She sipped the drink as she laid the towel over my forehead. I appreciated the gentle, helpful gesture.
I could still see everything since Ina had placed the towel so that my vision wouldn't be obstructed. Ina left my side and turned on some soft music and then went into her bedroom. She didn't close the door and I thought nothing of it living alone myself, I realized that one didn't get into the habit of closing doors. But Ina had a different reason actually. She wanted me to see her as she undressed. She wanted me to get aroused by the sight of her body being slowly and sensually uncovered.
I watched as she slipped out of the pants suit she was wearing and turned a few times admiring herself in a full length mirror which was out of my sight range. She was clothed only in a black brassiere, corset, garter belt and stockings. And that's when a thought hit me for the first time. She was play-acting a strange role for some unknown audience, or maybe she wasn't acting at all. I saw her for the first time, in front of the mirror, in her black trappings, the perfection of her body and the smooth white texture of her flesh contrasting with the black undergarments. She was the fallen woman. She was evil. She was the succubus of a monk's nightmare. She was what every man dreamed of when he dreamed of the uninhibited orgies of the Romans. She was sex.
I watched her erotic act and made no move to hide the fact that I had been fascinated even when she turned from the mirror and came back into the living room where I was laying and looked in my eyes. She smiled and knelt down beside me, placing her hand on my knee and sliding it under my dress, creating that strange, sensual static electricity of fingernail over nylon hosiery. She smiled even as she slid her fingers under my pants and poked her fingernails gently into the soft hair surrounding my cunt I gasped, but I could do nothing about it except open my thighs to accept her deeper into me.
Ina wasted no time with this kind of child's play. She helped me get up from the couch and let me remove my dress, taking it from me and hanging it over a chair. I bent to the task of removing my stockings but she stopped me and beckoned me to remove my brassiere, so I hurriedly stripped it off for her. She smiled again and licked her lips. My panties were the next to go, but she asked me to leave on my garter belt.
Once I was naked Ina circled me nodding and humming her approval. I was burning with anticipation for her seduction move. I was naked and impassioned, ready for a rousing pussy lapping session. She took me by the shoulders and settled me down on the sofa. I watched in fascination as she maneuvered herself on top of me and then dipped her head down into my hot crease. Her tongue stabbed into my horny vagina and penetrated deep. I was more thrilled and satisfied by that flicking bit of flesh than I ever had been by the largest penis that had ever penetrated me. She swirled her lustful lapper around in my sensuous box and let it twirl thrillingly around my clitoris. She lapped and swallowed my come as I experienced climax after climax, leading to an exhausting, exhilarating orgasm. I finally came down off my pleasure cloud and was surprised to find that it had only taken Ina five minutes to bring me to the frenzied climax I had just enjoyed.
I could see that Ina was excited and prepared for some sexual activity, but I could also tell that it was not cunnilingus which she desired. I began to feel very small and servile to this powerful woman. I was just laying on her sofa, weak from the manipulation she had done on my pussy, helpless and ignorant. I was frightened, not knowing what to do next, but ready to jump at her command. She was my mistress; I was her object, existing only to serve her pleasure.
"Well, Robyn, is that the way you show your appreciation?" Ina asked after finishing her drink. While I was recuperating from our love session, she had washed my woman brew down with the remainder of her alcoholic beverage. "I want you to fix us another drink in the kitchen."
Her voice was sinister so I jumped to the task she had bid. It wasn't masculine, just authoritative, masterful. I had a funny feeling that she would whip me or punish me in some way if I didn't do as she said. I knew that somehow I was now a slave and she was my owner. She could beat me or love me as she willed.
While I was fixing her a drink she had removed her own panties, but she kept on her garterbelt and stockings. I gave her the drink but could not bring myself to look into her eyes. My attention was focused on the triangle of black pubic hair surrounding her crotch. Her hairs looked so soft at that second that I just wanted to reach down and stroke them, and Ina knew that was what I wanted to do.
"Thank you for the drink, Robyn. You may now kneel down and lick me. You know how to lick a woman, don't you? You know what I did for you? I want you to do the same for me. Put your tongue high into my crack, and if you satisfy me I'll give you a very special treat which I have found American girls enjoy!"
I didn't ask what the special treat was going to be. I had been offered special treats by other lovers, and most of them were disappointing. I knelt in front of Ina and pressed my breasts against her knees. I parted her legs and began moving my head toward her pussy. She used an exotic perfume and the mingling odors made me want to lick her sexual slit. She suddenly pushed my head into her hole and I found my mouth pressed tightly to the softness of her vaginal lips. I sucked and licked her wet hole, thrilling to the earthy, sensual flavor. I thrust my tongue into her pinkness, deeper and deeper into the folds of her cunt, lavishing that strange organ with all the power in my mouth.
I had been resting my hands on the tops of her thighs, but as I got more and more involved in eating her tasty fruit I let one slip between my own legs and jammed two fingers into my twat and began to masturbate. I was lapping the walls of Ina's sweetness and finding some pleasure for myself at my own fingertips. I poked my lustful licker back as far as I could and twirled it eagerly around, seeking to bring Ina to a fulfilling climax. Instead, she pushed my head away and stopped my hand. I knew she hadn't come and I certainly hadn't, but I allowed myself to be ordered away from that temple of joy between her thighs. She was smiling down at me when I looked up and I could tell that she was getting pleasure from my tongue action. Hut she had something more passionate in mind.
She ordered me over to her couch and we laid down together to settle into a sixty-nine position. Ina made the first contact stabbing her practiced tongue directly into the most sensitive part of my sex. Then she took my clitoris between her teeth and gently nibbled until I thought the earth would open up and consume me. I, in turn, licked her thighs and pussy lips and sucked her wanton organ into spasms of ecstasy, licking, lapping, loving every inch of her sweet snatch. I massaged her buttocks and slid my fingers into her ass crease sending a chill up her spine and a thrill through her love tunnel.
Our cunt-lapping went on for a long time until we both just collapsed. We lay still in the splendor of post-orgasmic warmth, but there was no warm feeling in my mind, only the stark, cold reality of what I had done. I had been seduced. I was gullible, an animal. I hated myself. Furthermore, I told myself, I would not let that almighty bitch order me around anymore. I had proved that I was as good in a clinch as she.
But that reaction of anger and hatred lasted only a few seconds. A few seconds later I was asleep, and the next morning I found myself actually wanting more from Ina. Awakening stark naked in another woman's bed should have appalled me, but I was simply horny. Ina served breakfast and even sitting across the table from her, me one who had shared me intimacies with me the previous evening, didn't upset me.
Our conversation was polite and reserved at first. Then matter-of-factly, Ina said, "You are going to be punished soon for reasons best known to yourself." She was drinking her coffee and scanning the paper as she spoke and the impact of what she said didn't get to me immediately. I took her only slightly seriously and bluffed my way around what she had said, but she suddenly reached across the table and slapped me, sending me almost to the floor.
"You've gone too far now, Ina. It's time for me to go home," I said, only half meaning it.
"Kirk! She is ready! Come out!" Ina suddenly shouted.
A tall, handsome, blonde stud came ambling out of a bedroom I hadn't noticed the night before. He was very evidently very ignorant He walked over to me and showed me perhaps twenty photographs of myself eating the cunt of some other broad, Ina of course, whose face didn't appear in the shots. At first I thought it was blackmail, but Ina had something more diabolic in mind-slavery.
"Kirk will destroy the negatives to these pictures, Robyn, so don't fret. All you must do is cooperate, and you will, won't you, Robyn?"
I nodded.
"Now tie her to my bed, Kirk. I want to tease her and whip her thighs. You know what I mean!"
Kirk yanked me up from my kneeling position on the floor and he was so strong he hurt me. I started to cry and Ina grinned. It gave her pleasure to hear me in agony. She cupped her breasts in her hands and squeezed them as she grinned lewdly at me.
Kirk dragged me into the bedroom and tied me to the bed posts. I didn't struggle or protest for some reason. I guess I really began to feel that I was to blame for what was happening. I realized then that I was going to be punished for faking not wanting to be seduced the night before. I knew I deserved it, and I almost cried out for Ina to begin the punishment
My hands were bound with a strong piece of leather behind my back. My ankles were tied with straps also, and then the straps were drawn over the bed posts and my legs were elevated to a high, uncomfortable position. There was no pain immediately, just strain and fear.
When Kirk was satisfied that I was securely bound, he came over to the edge of the bed and began playing with my hair. He didn't say anything and later I learned that he was only capable of a few words in either German or English. Anyhow, as he held my hair in one hand, he opened his trousers and pulled out his penis, which he began to pull as he caressed my hair. I didn't want to look, but I was fascinated at the way he withdrew his cock, so limp, and began to rub it slowly, and then as it grew hard, how he rubbed it back and forth with a flurry of motion, and as his passion rose he began pulling my hair tighter and tighter. It didn't hurt very much and I was too fascinated at what he was doing to himself to really give a damn.
In the blur of his hand I could see the reddened head of his penis, turning nearly scarlet with the exercise it was getting. I knew exactly what was going to happen, but I made no move to turn my head away. Then he pulled my head closer to his cock, closer and closer, in some fantastic tempo in keeping with his sexual rhythm. When he ejaculated into my face I could only feel the strange sensation of being smacked with a gob of warm tapioca pudding.
Kirk laughed at the sight and then took a tissue from a table nearby and wiped off my face. I wondered then if he knew I would have gladly sucked him off. I found out later that he couldn't have cared less for a blowjob. He had that little hangup about jerking off onto a girl's face or naked body. Ina told me she let him do it to her when there was no other girls around, and that she didn't mind since she felt it was good for her complexion.
Kirk left after his climax, leaving me stranded and uncomfortable, and most definitely alone. I cried and screamed for Ina, but got no answer. Finally after a good long time, almost an hour, Ina came in, undressed except for a pair of high-heeled black boots, black stockings, and a black garter belt. She carried a thin whip in her hand which she kept swishing around in the air. It was called a buggy whip, she said.
"Have you ever been whipped before? Oh, I imagine you've had your rear paddled, and I can picture you enjoying it, but I don't believe you've ever really been whipped! There is nothing like it, Robyn. There is no sexual stimulus in a whipping, Robyn, just pain. You might have enjoyed those stupid spankings, but this is going to be different. This is going to make you a better person. And you'll be eternally grateful to me!"
Those were Ina's dramatic words just before her dramatic actions. She then lowered the whip to me in a terrifyingly beautiful way. I shrieked with pain when the whip cut across my thighs, and again the second time. There was no pleasure. She struck again and again. The whip cut a pattern of welts up and down the softest part of my legs, and stopped short only a few inches from my cunt. I cried and begged her stop, pleaded, promised, and even withheld a few cries in the vain hope that if I made no noise it would lessen the impact of the punishment she was giving me. It was useless. She struck again and again with seemingly renewed fury until I just held my breath hoping that I could stop the pain by killing myself ...
I awoke untied. Ina was soothing the welts on my legs with some ointment. She noticed I was conscious and smiled at me. Then she said. "Now, you feel complete, don't you? You have at last crossed over to a fulfillment of your fondest wishes! I have whipped you until you no longer thought of the sexuality of the whip, but only of the pain I could bring you. You came to it very reluctantly, my dear, but now that you have arrived, you realize that I OWN YOU NOW! IS THAT CLEAR? I OWN YOU!"
OWNED! I nodded. I wanted no more of the whip. I was owned, possessed by this woman. I wouldn't have had it any other way then. Yes, I told her, I am owned by you. You are the mistress, I am the slave.
"Kneel down and lick my boots, Robyn," she commanded.
I fell to my knees and licked her boots.
There was more to it than that, of course, and I wasn't at all surprised when she nudged my shoulders and guided my head between her thighs. I was overwhelmed by her, and when she wrapped her boot covered legs around my neck, I groveled to her power over me and gladly put my mouth to the task that she demanded, and I quickened my ministrations when she dug the high heels into my hips. Just as she experienced her orgasm I became aware of Kirk standing next to me, and the next instant he ejaculated onto Ina's belly, where I could watch from my lower vantage point as it slid down and into her black pubic hair.
After my bath I walked into the living room and was surprised to find a strange man there. Ina told me to suck him off. She gently whipped me with a much smaller whip as I brought his penis to a head and allowed his come to spill down my throat.
In one way or another, my life with Ina continued that abominable route. First she would seduce me with her mouth, then whip me, and then show me off for her various male friends. Once or twice she forced me to cater to the sexual needs of her female friends. But she realized that I would rebel totally if that happened frequently.
My career was rapidly going to hell. I wanted to just up and quit, but I'm not certain what I would do then. I still have my own apartment and want to hold on to that as my last grip on sanity and reality, but Ina even wants me to give that up. She calls it the final settlement of my slavery. She wants to own me completely. But I can't let go entirely, doctor. I need to get away from her. I need my mind and body back as my own.
CHAPTER 5
CASE # 12345
Personal Information
Name: Jo-Ann T.
Age: 28
Marital Status: Married
Educational Background: High School Grad.
Position & Salary: Housewife
Sexual History:
Age-Loss of virginity: 17
Number of orgasms per week:
A - Self induced: 4-5
B - Intercourse: 9-10
Basic Sexual Traits:
Passive. But can be aggressive as the situation presents itself.
Additional Character Analysis:
All further analysis can show at this time is that Jo-Ann is a 'Nymphomaniac' in the very true sense of the word. In testing her we found she was quite intelligent and was a very logical individual. Yet she had a strange compulsion to have intercourse several times a day.
Jo-Ann (Nymphomaniac)
I was always faithful to my husband but our sex life began to falter. He only took me to bed once a week because he was either disinterested or too tired. I was in my sexual prime and I just loved to feel a stiff penis spreading my vagina apart and stroking me into a climax.
Then one night after he rejected me, leaving me so horny that I thought I would go crazy I made up my mind that I would find release from my frustrations. I waited until he left for work that evening. I put the kids to bed, then telephoned this bartender that I knew. I begged him to try to get off work long enough to come over and sock it to me. When he told me that he couldn't leave, I broke out in a cold sweat I pleaded with him to send some of his friends over or anyone at that bar that would like a hot little bitch. I even told him that I would do anything they wanted me to do even if it meant sucking on their cock He said he would call me back. While I waited I took off my panties and pulled up my skirt. I stretched out right on the floor and began to play with myself, I used a coke bottle to pry open my pussy lips. I turned it around and around, ramming it deep, then twisting it some more. Then neck of the bottle felt as good as my husbands' penis and I worked it in me just like it was his penis.
And as I was screwing myself with the bottle the telephone rang. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I ran to answer it while I still had the bottle up my throbbing snatch. It was my bartender friend. He said he couldn't send anyone over but if I could drive over and park behind the club, maybe he could get a little action going for me. I told him it would take about twenty minutes to get there and not to let anyone leave that wanted to screw.
It took me awhile but I finally got a girl to come and sit with the kids. I told her my sister was sick and that I wouldn't be more than a couple of hours. I didn't bother to put my panties back on, I was in such a hurry to get over to the club. When I got there I noticed a small parking area in the back, there were no cars in it besides mine. It was nice and dark which made it even better.
As soon as I saw my friend come out the back door, I had my skirt up to my waist, my blouse open and my bra unhooked. I knew he wouldn't be able to stay too long, especially if it was a busy night. I wanted to spend every pleasurable minute with him I could.
As soon as he got into the car, he started kissing me as his hand slipped to my womanhood. My trembling fingers went directly to his fly. I opened it and pulled his penis out and began to massage it gently, tugging at it playfully, making it rise to a full erection. It felt so big and hard in my hand and when I glanced down, it looked wonderful and strong. My mouth began to water, and I felt like-well-sucking it. So as he played with my pussy I lowered my head and started to suck on the head of his prick.
I ran my tongue up and down the length of his cock. I worked it in and out of my mouth like it was the last cock in the world. I wanted to suck on his cock for a long time but since we didn't have much time I had to be satisfied with just tasting it a little bit. I wanted him to put his nice hard cock into me, but he said he had to get right back and would prefer it if I just sucked him clean. So, I went back to sucking on his cock. I kept it up until I felt his rod shoot deep into my throat. It gave me something of a thrill to swallow all his thick come. As much as I loved sucking on him, it didn't relieve my tensions. I told him that I needed a good fucking and he told me that he would send someone out to take care of my needs.
He got out of the car and told me to wait as he went back into the club. In about two or three minutes another man came out of the club. He was short and husky. He said our 'mutual' sent him.
This time I got into the back seat. Almost immediately he began to fondle my body. His fingers were all over me, teasing, playing and pinching as we soul-kissed. I sucked on his tongue as he inserted it into my mouth. He pulled my clothes off my body, making me ready for the lustful assault He broke our kiss and lowered his lips to the hollows of my neck He had the most educated tongue I had ever run across. His tongue ran up and down the length of my neck and under my chin. He increased the sensation of what he was doing by blowing out hot air on my moistened neck, following it with tingling cold air from his puckered mouth. He ran his tongue lover my breasts next. He took each nipple into his mouth and began to show them how a good tit man mouths and tongues a tit. I thought I was going to go out of my mind. He knew when to stop and go with his foreplay. He stuck his finger in me as he licked my navel.
Then I felt his tongue as it wetly sought my clitty, biting it between his teeth. I screamed in ecstasy. His tongue was tickling my clit and licking the lips of my pussy. He pulled his finger from my hole. Then, holding my pussy lips apart, he drove his tongue down deep into the folds of my womanhood.
I experienced fiery sensations in my cunt as his tongue swished in and out quickly. I reached down and found his cock hard between the confines of his pants. I groped to open his pants. After some adjusting of my body I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down until they were past his balls. I pulled his jockey shorts down to meet his pants. Finally his prick was free and it stood up like a flag pole. I could feel it was glad to see me.
I massaged it with my hand and moved my body so that I could taste this new cock, while he continued to eat me out. I gobbled it in my mouth, tasting the deliciousness of his manhood. I rubbed the soft balls in my hand while I was fucking his cock with my mouth.
Sighs of passion escaped his lips as I blew on his cock with hot air from my lungs. I knew that I was taking him on a trip he wouldn't soon forget. My tongue was moving swiftly over his cock while I was sucking it deeply into my mouth. I could feel it hitting against the back of my throat almost gagging me ... but I wanted it to, I wanted it down my throat so that I could have all of his big cock in my mouth. It was big, it was really big long and very round. I could not wait to feel that big, pulsating cock deep within my womanhood. "Fuck me!!!!!" I kept shouting at him, "Fuck me now. Now! NOW NOW NOW NOW!!!!!!!!"
He continued to make me hotter and hotter. I guess he wanted me to really beg for his rod. I had to have him so I reached down and grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to me so that we were facing each other. I opened my legs wide. I reached down and guided his large, beautiful cock into my already flaming twat. He stopped from entering me and just glared down at me to say, "Hot little bitch, aren't you?"
His cock was bobbing at the opening of my hole. I wanted it inside of me, stroking my pussy with its length. I pushed my cunt against it, trying to suck it deep into the depths of my womanhood.
It came to a point where he couldn't wait any longer either. His crown split the lips of my pussy in seconds and in no time was lodged in me. I screamed in joy as he drove it in deeper and deeper.
He fucked me, he really socked it to me, plunging and pushing his rod inside my cunt. I was burning with sheer joy, having that nice hot cock ramming in and out of me like a piston. I pushed my twat at him to match each and every stroke of his rod. I ground my pelvic area against him, trying to get every bit of the cock I could and even more.
I found his asshole and drove my finger mercilessly into his brown hole. Each stroke sent burning flames through me. I felt like I was on fire. We were both sweating as our bodies smacked against one another. My buttocks were rubbing against the car seat as he rode me, it was causing my rump to burn from the friction. I didn't care. All I cared about was feeling that cock deep inside of me.
My body was jerking wildly and I knew my time was coming. I knew all my fires were about to be smothered by my pussy, flooding my womanhood with the soft, gentle flow of my love juice.
"I'm C-O-M-I-N-G-OOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
I felt his body grow tense, I knew he was going to shoot his load also. I felt his cock jerk inside of me, then his peter spurt out the hot fluid that came from his erupting balls ... It was so good knowing that our love juices were blending deep inside of me.
We lay exhausted for a few minutes, his cock still inside me. I could feel that it was still big. It had shrunk a little, but not much. I could tell he was ready, willing and able for some more action. I loved the way he had taken me from the front so much that I wanted him to take me in my anus. But I didn't know how he was going to react to my request, so I just told him bluntly.
"I want it in my ass, fast and hard."
"Turn over," was his only reply.
I did-without hesitation. I pushed my ass high in the aid. He rubbed my soft, white buttocks and then sought to explore my brown shit hole. He found it easily, spreading my milky white melons apart, he reached down and took some come from my pussy, then rubbed it around the outside and inside of my puckered asshole. He dug a finger inside my hole and twisted it teasingly. I wiggled my ass, showing him how anxious I was. He was one of those guys who liked to see a woman moan for his bone before he would give it to them.
He used his finger for a while, plunging it in deep, then pulling it out nice and slowly. This only tore my body with greater sensation and left my hole hungry for him. He got great pleasure out of hearing me gasp in the delicious agony of wanting his long, hot cock shoved up my ass.
He held my buttocks apart, teasing me with his cock, putting it to my hole and letting the tip rub against it. Then he rubbed my ass cheeks with it. That hot piece ol meat felt so good against me. I didn't want to be teased. I wanted to be ass-lucked now.
"Sock it to me, you stud," I shouted.
He reached around, running his hands all over my body, sending searing holts of passion through my body and making me all die more anxious. Then at last I felt the crown of his massive tool split the hole apart and drive deep inside. I gasped in relief as my eyes rolled to the heavens as the pure rapture of his cock overwhelmed me.
I drove my ass higher up in the air so he could have the best leverage possible. Then I pushed my buttocks hard against his body. This made it possible for him to drive it in deeper and deeper. I screamed as he was fucking me wildly. I could feel every inch of his rod as it slid in and out of my throbbing, sensation-filled hole. I was so stirred by what he was doing to my body that I reached down between my legs and stuck four fingers into my pussy and began to masturbate as he fucked me in my ass.
Deeper and deeper he drove inside of me, I was delirious with passion, I could feel my whole body spasm and jerk as he continued to whip his manhood in and out of me. I loved it in my ass. I loved it in my cunt I loved it in my mouth. I loved it anywhere I could get it I loved cock and the bigger the better. I loved the feeling of having an erect penis drive deep inside me with long hard lunges, tearing my insides apart. I loved the fed, the smell, the taste of cock I worshipped the very idea of a penis anywhere near me.
With each thrust of his cock, I felt the walls of my ass split apart to accept his beautiful large peter. It burned and tore at my tender flesh. I screamed for more and more and more. My ass cheeks made slapping noises as they bounced against his body. His fingers dug into my breasts as he pinched and squeezed them to his own delight.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME, RAM YOUR COCK, OOOOOH HHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
I was screaming for him to do it, and he responded to my screams by pounding his dick harder and faster into me. Then he began to take up my chant. We said every dirty word that we could think of, like piss, shit fuck, suck, cock, cunt, asshole, come, piss-shit, etc.
"Take my come," he shouted.
I was ready. I wanted it I needed it I really needed to feel his balls explode and run down deep into my bowels. I wanted to feel it burn and tingle as it flowed inside my rectum. I increased the rubbing of my fingers in my twat so that I could come at the same time he did. I rubbed fast and furiously, digging my fingers as far as they would go into my cunny, scratching the walls with my fingernails. I soon felt his juices burst out of his prick and splatter against the walls of my intestine. I felt my own hot fluids flow down the side of my vagina and drip onto my fingertips. My whole body was on fire. Consumed by the flames of my passion. Then, as I was coming, I felt the joys of being released. I was so happy and relaxed that my body fell limp and I rested.
I could feel his cock get limp inside my rectum and he sadly pulled it free. I felt a sudden desire to taste, the sweet taste of his come mixed with the flavor and aroma of my bowels. I moved my head toward the now limp penis and gobbled it into my mouth. It was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted, I felt I could go on eating it for the rest of my life. But my hunger for cock increased with each and every suck. I even became hungry for his hairy balls, so I took one, then the other, into my mouth and massaged them with my tongue. I was so greedy for cock that soon my jaws began to ache, then reluctantly, after I had cleaned off all the fluids from his rod, I let the limp penis fall from my lips.
All together, I spend about two hours parking behind the club with about eight different men. I ate almost every cock that I had that night, and they ate me as well. It was terrific to have all those beautiful cocks hammering away at me. I loved every inch I got and believe me I took it all.
I continued to go out almost every chance I had. I went sometimes to the same bar, sometimes to others. It came to a point where I would take eight men on within four hours. I couldn't seem to get enough. So before it became any higher I decided to get help.
CHAPTER 6
CASE # 19847
Personal Information:
Name: Anita B.
Age: 30
Marital Status: Married
Educational Background: Junior College
Position & Salary: Housewife
Sexual History
Age-Loss of virginity: 17
Number of Orgasms per week:
A - Self induced: 6
B - Intercourse: 7-8
Basic Sexual Traits:
Passive and Submissive
Additional Character Analysis:
The insecurity of Anita is shown in the fact that she only participated in the group sex for fear of ostracism.
ANITA B. (Group Sex)
My husband Bill and myself, had heard about the wife-swapping clubs, but never had any experience with them until about three years ago. It happened quite innocently, really.
We had just moved into a new apartment building when we locked ourselves out of our apartment and had to go to our neighbor's so that we could go from their apartment across the fire escape to our own. That's how we met Andrew and Simone Carter. They were quite friendly when they found out we were their new neighbors and invited us over later. They said they were having some other friends in and thought we might like to meet them.
We were happy to accept their invitation as we knew no one in the budding and were anxious to make friends. When we arrived, Simone introduced us to Sharon and Jim Sherman and Teresa and Robert Cole. Everyone seemed so wonderful. Very casual and relaxed, full of good spirits. Part of their good spirits were, of course, brought on by alcohol. But Bill and I enjoyed having a few drinks with good company, so we soon felt as amiable and relaxed as the rest of them, even added to the general fun by telling a few good dirty jokes, ourselves.
Andrew, Jim and Robert were all good-looking guys. Simone, Sharon, and Teresa were as equally as fine-looking as their husbands. Simone wore a micro miniskirt so she could show off her beautiful, long slim legs.
By around eleven-thirty we were all getting pretty smashed and the cute little jokes we were telling suddenly turned into some of the dirtiest stories I had ever heard. Then Andrew asked my husband if either of us would mind if he ran off a couple of dirty movies. He assured us that they were the best in stag films. Bill looked at me a little doubtfully but I spoke up and said that I had never seen one before but would like to. So Andrew brought out the screen and the projector, freshened our drinks, turned off the lights, and began the movies. They were really something.
Andrew had three half-hour reels of film. The first one was quite detailed in that it showed two girls making it together using a coke bottle up their twats. The enjoyment they were getting out of it was obvious by the passionate expressions on their faces. The second film was pretty gross and sort of brought Bill and I down after the turn on the first movie gave us. It showed a dog fucking a girl and then another girl sucking his prick after he was finished screwing the first.
The last movie was ... interesting. A large group kept changing around and experimenting in all sorts of sex. Some balling, some eating, and all forming a chair together for the climax. By the time this film was over I was breathing hard-as if someone had their hand in my pants. When I crossed my legs I could feel that I had juiced right through my panties and soaked my slacks.
Bill and I had always been-well-pretty horny. Our opinion is that many marriages fail because a husband and wife are afraid to be really nasty together in their marital relations. They're inhibited, reluctant to really let their hair down and really get into the nitty-gritty of love-making. I have always thought that if more women behaved like prostitutes with their husbands that their men would be far less likely to stray from the warm home bed. So as far as sex was concerned my husband and I played it no-holds barred. Anything goes once we hit the mattress, or whatever surface happens to strike our fancy for that particular pleasurable moment.
After the movies were over and Andrew snapped the lights on I could sense the tension in the room. Not tension in the sense of up-tightness, but in the form of sexual vibrations. Everyone was smiling ... oddly. Sharon's laughter was very brittle and Teresa had a look on her face that said: "I'm ready, let's make it!" Bill was beside me on the divan and a glance told me he was hard. And three more glances proved that the other men had the same problem.
No one said much. Then Andrew took down the screen. He looked down at his own problem and burst out laughing. That broke the tension. We all laughed. And then Simone, giggling as she talked, pointed at each of our husbands and said, "My, how you guys have grown in the last half hour. I suppose you're all proud of yourselves, right?" And then Andrew, her husband, said, "Hell yes, we are. Why shouldn't we be? Let's show 'em we are, you guys. I'll break mine out if all of you will. We'll give 'em an eye full-let 'em compare. You guys game?"
Little did Bill and I know that they had all been balling together regularly for a long time and that by inviting us over they were only looking for new meat. And like I said, we were all tight as ticks. And the movies had done their job very well. My panties were sopped and Bill's trousers were sticking out like he had a tent pole down there. Jim and Robert stood up grinning broadly and unzipped their flies; Bill, not to be outdone, wobbled to his feet and did the same, and a moment or two later the four of them were standing there with their cocks hanging out ... or should I say, sticking out Then I noticed that the girls were all looking at Bill's, and suddenly it hit me what the scoop was. But I didn't mind. I was enjoying myself, looking at the new scenery their husbands were providing. Then Andrew said, "Well, we're all about the same size, but whose is the hardest? Let's let the girls be the judges of that We'll walk past them in line and let them all have a feel. C'mon. I'll go first."
Bill's was the only prick I had ever touched in my life before. I felt hesitant. But suddenly there was Andrew right in front of me, his knobby tool staring me straight in the face. So I reached out and touched it's head lightly. He said, "No. Give it a good, hard squeeze. How else can you judge whose is the hardest?" So I squeezed, hard. And as I did I felt it tighten and move in my hand and I felt myself blush hot ... not with shame, but with passion. Then I squeezed Jim's and Bob's and finally my own husband's. He grinned down at me and said, "Woman, I'm horny. Let's go home and fuck, baby." Then Simone giggled and said, "Why don't we all just ball together-like in the movie?"
Then I spoke up. "Oh, come on now, all of you. Admit that this is all just a plan to get us to join you. Admit you've partied together before, like in that last movie."
Andrew grinned and replied, "Okay, so you know our angle. Nothing wrong with it, is there? I mean none of us is forcing you. And believe you me, you won't regret it if you've got guts enough to take the plunge. We've found it does wonders for us. We all get along better than we used to. You'll find it makes you feel closer to Bill than ever. Why, it works that way I don't know. But it does."
"It really does," Sharon added, and as she spoke I had a vision of Bill down between her beautiful long legs, and the vision, for some weird reason, decided me.
"O.K. with me," I said, giving Bill a smile. "What do we do next-take off our clothes?"
"Right!" Simone cried excitedly while reaching for the buttons of her blouse. If I hadn't been so smashed I don't think I could have undressed in front of them. At least not the first time. When we were all completely naked I felt like I was on display. Since I was a new-comer to their fun and games, they naturally gave me the once-over. Jim Sherman said, "Hey! Get a look at those boobs!"
"Yeah!" Andrew Carter agreed, "but take a good look at her muff, too. It looks like it's steaming hot."
I felt myself redden and wondered if their outspokenness was making Bill angry. I turned to find him ogling Sharon, and I must say I couldn't blame him. She looked even better nude than dressed. Her breasts weren't as large as mine, but the rest of her body really looked like she had been made for sex. Then Bill looked over at me and his face turned a bit red, too. He walked over to me, put his mouth to my ear and whispered, "I'm horny as a goddamn toad. Let's screw right now."
Then I whispered back, "We've gone this far, let's go all the way. Why don't you go after Sharon? I know you'd like to. Go ahead, darling. I'll just sort of ... ah ... take pot luck."
Bill turned and looked at Sharon. She gave him a come-on smile and held out her hand, beckoning to him. He walked over to her, stopping front of her, his prick just a fraction of an inch from her delicious snatch. She put her hands on his shoulders and then, astonishing me, she did a little hop in the air and threw those long thighs of hers up around my husband's waist Then she reached down to guide him in and let out a squeal of pleasure as his cock slid in to the hilt. I felt ... yes ... proud of him right then. Sharon was a genuine sex-pot but Bill was giving her more than Jim ever had-about two good inches more.
The next thing I knew Andrew was down on his knees in front of me and working eagerly with his tongue to part my gooey hairs. He succeeded, and then he started sucking right away on my clitoris. My legs went weak and I sank in a sort of half-fall to the carpet. And then all five of the others descended on me, more or less. Jim Sherman straddled me, obviously wanting me to take his cock in my mouth. Simons and Teresa, kneeling on each side of me, began sucking my nipples, and Robert was down at my feet, nibbling my toes and running his tongue over the soles of both of my feet I felt like an object of worship. It was fantastic. I could hardly believe what was happening to me. I opened my mouth as a signal for Jim Sherman, and the feel of his lob sliding down my throat sent my brain off on a passion trip that simply had to be better than LSD. There I was, four mouths working me over while my husband was balling with the most gorgeous sex-pot I had ever seen, and my host's tongue was lapping my pussy like it was a gourmet feast It was really too much. I felt delicious everywhere.
I reached between Simone's and Teresa's thighs and ran my hands up to their vaginas, sticking three fingers in each of them. Jim said, "See, girls, I told you she'd be a swinger. And look at Bill over there. Sharon has him working hard up that sweet twat of hers. She's really giving him a ride, and vice-versa."
Then looking down at me he said. "Suck it hard, baby. Daddy Jim's going to swab your throat in a minute." I closed my eyes and let myself ride the waves they were making inside of me. But then I heard my husband's familiar orgasm groans, and the knowledge of what was happening to him over on the other side of the room with Sharon flipped me into the start of my own climax. It hit like a hammer! I felt my fanny draw into a knot and I seemed to be speeding down the first scary dip of a roller coaster. I plunged my fingers way up into Simone's and Teresa's pussies and stirred their cream like an egg beater. I could fed Robert biting my toes hard and Andrew's tongue was probing my box like a swabbing stick. And by the gargling sounds he was making I knew he had a mouthful of my gravy. Unable to restrain myself, I cried out the same words I always scream when I'm coming. "Oh, fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt!" I repeated this throughout my orgasm.
And then Jim blew his wad and I choked and gasped for air as an unbelievable torrent of his come filled my mouth and gushed down my throat. I swallowed fast and hard but felt some of it squirt out between my lips and warmly wet my cheeks and chin.
When it all finally ended Jim got off me, but Andrew, evidently taking my orgasm cries seriously, and wanting to get his gun off, crawled up and ran his cock in me to the balls with one grunting lunge. I saw stars, and from between half-closed lids, as if in a beautiful dream, I saw Simone and Teresa fall into a sucking clinch beside us.
Robert straddled my head then for his turn, and Jim was on the opposite side from the girls. He managed to slide a hand beneath my bottom and to run a wiggling digit up my shithole. Andrew could really make love beautifully. He had a rolling, circular motion that rubbed my clitoris thrillingly and at the same time gave me deep vaginal joy. After about two minutes of that action I had my second climax, and I guess I must have really raised all kinds of hell during it because when it finally ended and I opened my eyes everyone in the room was looking at me and smiling.
When I got up and gathered my wits I was shocked to see what my husband was doing, or I should say, what was being done to him. He was with Robert and they were really together, I mean locked in a love embrace. Bob had Bill's legs up over his shoulders and he was socking it to his asshole. But what shocked me most was my husband's expression. There was absolutely no doubt that he was enjoying the fucking enormously. Then Sharon strolled up to me and said, "Don't look so surprised, Anita. My husband didn't think he'd like it that way either, till he tried it. And speaking of trying something new, I have a splendid idea."
"What?" I asked innocently. She didn't answer with words, but with actions. Taking me in her arms tightly, she put her half-opened mouth against mine and kissed me, her tongue searching my mouth with avid pleasure. It was delightful! I was absolutely taken off guard, my mind being on other things at the moment. There was no muscular firmness like with a man's lips, and her breasts felt wonderfully warm and soft, pressing against mine. When she broke the kiss she gave me a mischievous grin and said. "I'd love to have you suck me off, Anita Darling." Nearly speechless I stammered, "Well ... I don't know ... I ..."
"Come on," she cut me off, "We'll play 69. You'll love it Girls are tastier than boys."
There was simply no resisting her. She drew me down to the carpet, spun around, buried her face between my thighs, and started licking my pussy. It was so fucking good that I was afraid I couldn't hold back a come right away. Once she began I wanted to get deeply into it. Her lips felt like they belonged there and her tongue glided across my clitoris so gently and smoothly that I moaned aloud in pleasure. She was on top, her pussy hovering right over my face. I raised my head a bit and tentatively stuck my tongue into her wet redness. Oh, it was good! It was so utterly soft it reminded me of a wet doeskin glove. The taste was fairly bland, just a bit salty. I increased the pressure, running my tongue in deep, then withdrawing it and lolling her clit for a while.
Is this actually me I kept asking myself as I applied different pressures in different areas of her vagina, copying every tongue variation as she performed them on me. Yes, it was Anita all right, and her head was buried between the lovely cheeks of another girl's bottom and her tongue was manipulating the woman's pussy as eagerly as the woman was sucking back. I know it must sound dreadful, but it was a wonderfully rewarding experience; rewarding, that is, in a physical way, and solely for the purpose of having tried southing out of the ordinary. The orgasm was gentle. All was softness and wetness and smooth tenderness. There was no tension or roughness like there is with a man. I felt lulled and lustful at the same time.
That party, our first of many, lasted until four in the morning and when Bill and I finally crawled into our bed at home we both felt as juiceless as a soda cracker kiss. I was a little worried that the both of us might resent each other's bit after we'd slept on the situation, but no, it was as they had told us it would be. We felt much closer than we had before. There were no recriminations, no accusations or outbursts of jealousy or spite. It had happened. We had both derived a lot of pleasure from it. That was that. And we both agreed that we had learned a lot that we could use in our own relations.
I guess you might say that at heart I'm basically a homebody, though, for I found the following parties much less intriguing than that first. I began to get bored with the clich� sex acts that seemed to be the standard repertoire for the group. My husband and I had been much freer in our own bed, much more creative sexually than those six people combined. But Bill was enjoying the parties, so I kept going. I found a need for company and couldn't stand being left alone in the apartment Otherwise I might have even let him go alone.
I discovered that sometimes the pre-activity refreshments were dispensed with to get right into the heat of the action. Without an alcohol booster I found even the little things like stripping became a chore and the more involved things, like screwing Robert whom I detested, or making oral love with one of the women, or watching Bill get a cock up his asshole, these things became hell. I got jealous of Bill, too, after a while. In my mind I built up anger thinking he was paying more attention to Sharon, or perhaps even Simone or Teresa, than he was to me.
Our bed at home seemed cold and barren to me after about a half dozen parties. I couldn't perform the way I had previously, and soon I found that I couldn't perform at all. I was falling into a pit, a pit of hate and fear and frigidity. I kept attending the parties, which seemed to have caught Bill up in some kind of spell, but the disgust I felt was the only sensation in my belly. No more orgasms for Anita. That's when I finally decided I better see an analyst, to find out if I was anti-social, mis-mated, or just crazy.
CHAPTER 7
CASE # 187373
Personal Information
Name: Janet K.
Age: 26
Marital Status: Single
Educational Background: Master's Degree
Position & Salary: Elementary School Teacher: $7,000 per anum
Sexual History:
Age-Loss of Virginity: 25
Number of orgasms per week:
A - self induced:
B - intercourse:
Basic Sexual Traits:
Exhibitionist & asexuality
Additional Character Analysis:
Janet K.'s exhibitionism stems from her pathological narcissism. Her excessive self-love is a form of repression and has thwarted her sexuality. She finds her own body beautiful and the bodies of the members of the opposite sex disgusting. She has completely withdrawn within herself and can feel no love or compassion for anyone else.
Janet K. (Exhibitionist)
I was in high school the first time I ever noticed any real sexual feeling. I had masturbated occasionally, but that never gave me the thrill this did. I can still remember it, it was so delicious.
I was in the locker room after gym class after everyone else had left. I was standing naked in front of a mirror admiring the body when the door opened. It was Mr. Rogers, our gym instructor. I guess he was checking to make sure everyone was out I suppose he never expected to see me in there naked, but did his eyes ever get big! He just stood there and stared at me for a long time. It made me fed wonderful and tingly all over just having him look at me. After a few minutes he mumbled out an apology and left.
I still remember how the girls in high school would talk about their cunts. They thought they were ugly and disgusting and would only let boys touch them in the dark. I really felt sorry for them and thought they should be proud of their little pink pussy's and titties, even though they were not as beautiful as mine.
I always felt sorry for the other girls because their bodies weren't as pretty as mine. I always knew if their cunts were as beautiful as mine they would want to show them also. I have curly blonde hair all over my pussy and around the lips. The lips are full and red and voluptuous and they look like they have just eaten a big red lollipop. I shave around my clit because that only makes it prettier. You can see the smooth pink skin of my tiny rosebud better. When I open my thighs it looks like a rose opening to disclose its most beautiful secrets. The lips inside are pink too and have white juice flowing over them like early morning dew.
That's why I feel sorry for other girls because they could never come close to my beauty, but back to my story. That was when I was a senior in high school and I graduated pretty soon after that. I started to college that very same summer.
I often went to school without panties and one of my classes was in this big auditorium. I could tell the boy that sat next to me really liked me. I had my legs spread apart and my skirt pulled high on my legs. I dropped my pencil directly between my legs and he, being a gentleman, went down to retrieve it. He had to get down on both hands and knees as there wasn't much space between chairs and his head moved directly between my legs in search of the pencil. I knew he couldn't miss my cunt staring him in the face and he stayed down there for a long time, pretending to look for my pencil.
I could fed his eyes on my pussy and they seemed to burn it with their piercing gaze. It was almost as if he were stroking it with his hand, his gaze was so intense. I moved around a little to tease him. I could feel my pussy lips open and close as I shifted around in my chair.
He finally sat up again and was flustered and blushing hotly. He had a strange grin on his face and I smiled at him slightly and gave him a sly wink. He said he had not found my pencil yet and went down for another look. But I knew the look was for me and not for my pencil.
I decided to tease him some more, so I reached down and opened my pussy lips with my fingers to give him a better look. I could still feel his eyes staring at me and when he coughed and cleared his throat my pussy began tingling. I could now hear his breath beginning to get heavy and I felt my whole body tremble with die climax. I loved the boy for looking at me and causing this wonderful sensation.
My whole body was trembling and I tried not to move too much. I coughed loudly to cover the groans I just couldn't stop. I tried to hold as still as possible but I could fed my legs trembling and my twat churning. I could feel my white come ooze out of my pussy and run down my legs. I loved the fed of my wonderful juice as it moistened my cunt and legs.
The boy must have noticed it too. My hand was sticky when I finally moved it to my desk again. He passed me his handkerchief but he never found my lost pencil. After class he stopped me and wanted to take me to his apartment and I told him firmly no. I told him he would just have to satisfy himself by looking.
He seemed surprised by my answer, but just shrugged and walked away. He never asked me out again, and hardly ever spoke to me, but I always noticed him dropping things. I always gave him a show whenever he wanted and I really enjoyed feeling his eyes probe every inch of my body.
After that I began showing my pussy every chance I got I always loved watching their faces when they got to see my beautiful cunt. That year at Christmas time was one of my finest experiences. My parents had a very old friend of theirs staying over for the holidays. He was a bachelor in his late forties or early fifties and was really horny.
I took every opportunity to show him just what I had to show. I used to wear really short skirts without panties underneath and when no one else but him was in the room I used to spread my legs and bend over from the waist as if to get a book from a lower shelf or anything else I could think of. When I looked around I could see he was appreciating my sweet cunny.
Well, this one night my parents were going out for the evening. I made an excuse to stay in and when my father's friend saw I was staying home he suddenly decided to also. I went to my room and undressed, knowing he would soon come pay me a visit. I heard his steps outside the door and as I had left the door partly ajar I could see him peeking in through the slit. When he saw me standing there naked he pushed the door open and came inside.
"What do you want?" I demanded.
He told me in no uncertain terms that he wanted to fuck me. I refused him and then he asked if I would jerk him off. I told him certainly not, but he could watch me while he jerked himself off if he wanted to.
He sat on the bed and pulled his big cock out of his pants. The sight of a man's cock repulses me and after the first sight I couldn't look at it any more. I could hear him panting and I knew he was jerking himself off.
I took a position on the floor in front of him and threw my legs up in the air to let him see my pussy really good. I took my fingers and rolled them around and around the lips and then slid them inside. I slid my fingers in and out of my pussy, smearing my moistness all over my lips.
He was really going hot and heavy, his breath was coming rapidly and his hand pounded his prick hard and fast up and down. I looked into his eyes and could see them boring into my twat I loved the feeling. As I looked at him watching my beautiful pussy I could feel my whole body tremble. I could feel my love juice flowing as he pumped himself to a climax. We both came together. I came several more times that night. He just couldn't get enough of me. He loved staring at my beauty and I loved showing it to him.
That was the only time I did that with him again though. We never had the opportunity to be alone again. I still occasionally gave him a little glimpse of my beautiful pussy until it was time for me to go back to school.
While I was in college everything was fine. I never wore panties and would show myself every chance I got. No one seemed to mind. The boys got a real kick out of it and they never bothered me otherwise after I told them hands off, eyes on. I guess they thought I was pretty strange, but they must have realized that I had to guard my beauty and let nothing mar it.
I loved college. Sometimes I'd even let a prof get a glimpse. I would always sit in the front row and if they should happen to bend down for anything I'd open my legs slightly. I loved to see the expression on their faces. They were astounded by my pussy, but tried not to show it. That always made me come right away.
My problems really began when I got out of college. I took this teaching job and it was really hard for me to keep from showing my little students my pussy. This one day I really got myself in trouble. I was getting out of my car one morning when I noticed one of the handymen standing in the yard. Before I opened my car door I quickly slipped off my panties and raised my skirt up high. When I opened the door I slipped one leg out of the car and sat sideways in the seat so that he could see right up my dress to my oozing pussy.
He stood and stared at me for a long time and the feeling of his eyes on my cunt sent shivers down my body. Just as I was beginning to come I noticed him coming toward me. It didn't frighten me, I just wanted him to keep looking at my pretty pussy. Well, before I knew it, he was shoving me into the car over to the passenger's side and driving away with me.
He drove quickly and without speaking. We finally stopped way out on this deserted road miles away from anything. I was frightened and began crying, but he paid no attention to me. He pulled his trousers and shorts completely off after we had moved in the back seat I was still crying but he slapped me a few times and then told me he would report me to the school if I didn't cooperate with him.
I knew he could cause a terrible scandal and get me fired so I went along with everything he wanted. He made me do horrible things. He told me to lay down on the seat and spread my legs. He then moved his horrible bit thing between my legs and jabbed it inside me. I thought it was going to tear me apart. I screamed when he shoved it inside. He drove it all the way inside me and then beat it in and out of my poor twat. I fought against him, I tried to scratch, bite, kick and beat him until he would stop, but he wouldn't.
I could feel my own blood trickle down my legs and I knew he had ruined me. I sobbed and sobbed. He finally shook all over and I could feel his hot semen pouring into me. I felt disgusted and dirty. I cried all the way back to the school as he drove. I don't know how I ever managed to get through that day.
Not long after that incident one of the older boys came down to my classroom after school to pick up his kid-sister. I sent the little girl out of the room to run some errand while her brother stayed in my now emptied classroom. I didn't have panties on and I was sitting at my desk, which was more like a table. It had no front on it and you could see underneath it. I accidentally knocked a tray of pencils onto the floor in front of my desk and asked him to pick them up for me.
He picked them up for me all right. I opened my thighs as he bent over and gave him a perfect view. His mouth fell open and he just stared in amazement. I asked him if he would like to see more and he was speechless, just nodded his head yes.
I got up and sat on the edge of my desk. I kind of slid down so that my pussy would be pushed forward a little and then pulled my skirt up to my waist He was just staring transfixedly on me and I could feel my honey beginning to flow already.
I told him to take a better look as I spread my outer lips with my fingers and held it open for his inspection. I then began sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy. As he watched, I could hear his breath beginning to come very heavy and then he reached down to the bulge in the front of his pants. He started rubbing it hard and fast over the cloth of his trousers as he continued to stare.
I watched his eyes as they looked upon my twat I saw him gasp and knew that he was shooting in his pants. His eyes began to roll back in his head as it hit him, but I shouted, "LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT MY PUSSY, I'M COMING!"
He again focused his attention on my oozing twat until I took a tissue to wipe my cream from down my leg and sent him to find his sister.
Everything would have been all right but his sister had been looking through the window and went home and told her mother. The mother caused a big stink about it and of course I was fired, but I also had to agree to commit myself to a mental institution in order to keep them from pressing charges-so here I am.
CHAPTER 8
CASE # 13769
Personal Information
Name: Linda (Cookie) G.
Age: 17
Marital Status: Single
Educational Background: High School Junior
Position and salary: Student
Sexual History:
Age-Loss of virginity: 15
Number of orgasms per week:
A - self induced: 4
B - intercourse: 7
Basic Sexual Traits:
Dominant, Aggressive, Promiscuous
Additional Character Analysis:
Cookie switches rolls occasionally and becomes passive and submissive. This is a result of her early experiences, aggression. She had built up a lot of pent up sadism during her sex experiences as a young adolescent, a period she feds is behind her and which she views cynically. Her emotions were finally able to be released when she found Raoul, a sadist whose basic sexuality, also pent up, (i.e. Latent, Subconscious), was masochistic.
Cookie-(Gang bang girl)
I don't really know when I first really experienced sex. I do recall masturbating at an early age, I guess around the time I was thirteen or fourteen. I suppose it came about sometime after I caught my older brother, Gene, masturbating in his room. I had gone there to talk to him and I caught him on his bed with an erection. He didn't see me so I could watch him. At first I was somewhat scared, but it excited and interested me and I stood by the door and watched him. He reached a climax and this frightened me since I didn't exactly know what had happened. I went back to my room without talking to him and I guess it was some time after that incident that I first tried to stimulate myself. I do know that for some time before I masturbated I had been feeling strange urges in my body. I had begun to menstruate at twelve and it was at this time that the feelings started. I couldn't sleep too well. I had asked my mother what was happening the first time blood started running but she didn't really explain it to me, just told me that it was "natural" and what to do to stop it I was still worried but not to the point where I was going to ask Mom again. She had a way of making it seem silly to ask her questions about sex, or my body, or anything like that.
I do recall the first time I had sex with a boy and that's because it was such a scary thing.
I had gone out into the back yard and I was sitting on a tree stump in the corner of our lot. I had been wanting to finger my box all day. I pulled my panties down around my hips and then figured I might as well go all the way, so I pulled them all the way off and laid them on the stump to one side of me. I had an urge to be caught, a thrilling sensation of the danger involved in masturbating out in the open yard even though it was dark. I put my finger against my hole and was rubbing and moaning softly to myself. That little bit of artificial passion always helped me get my juices flowing a little faster. All of a sudden a light came on, a flashlight, and it was shining right on my genitals. It caught me by surprise and my eyes couldn't get accustomed to the light to see who was behind it. My folks were gone so I knew it wasn't them. I was only afraid it would be someone who would tell on me, like a neighbor or one of my brothers.
I started to get up when I heard a voice say, "Hey, Gene, who's that?" Then a boy laughed hoarsely. I didn't recognize the voice but I did recognize the name and I figured my brother Gene had brought a friend home.
"Hey, honey," I heard Gene say, "don't get up. We want a better look at that muff you're hiding. You're old enough to have a good woman's pussy by now, aren't you baby?"
I was scared and decided to get up and run, but suddenly I felt Gene's arms around me. I could smell his breath and it reeked of beer and whiskey. He put his arm around my neck and with his other hand he began to feel my body, letting his fingers slid up between my legs and then around my boobs, giving them a squeeze. I started to struggle feeling it was wrong for him to be handling me this way, but then his friend, whose name was Carl, came up and hit me across the face.
"You're a lousy cunt," he leered at me. "What you need is a prick, not a finger in your twat." I started to cry but he put his mouth on mine and kissed me so hard that I couldn't do anything or say anything. All I could do was stand still for a little while as they probed and fondled me and fiddled with my buttons and zippers. Then I heard some other boys coming towards us and asking what was going on. At first I was relieved because I thought maybe they would help me but when Gene and Carl greeted them I knew that they were just some more of the drunken crowd that Gene hung out with.
The four boys pulled me to the ground and began mauling me. One boy had my dress lifted and he pulled it off leaving my breasts and vagina open to view by all. The other boys began to finger me and to run their hands all over my body. I was pressed against the ground and Gene was laying beside me with his finger in my hole and his groin pressed against my hip. I could feel the pressure of his hard-on right through his pants and it excited me because I remembered seeing him in his bedroom masturbating that time not so long before. I was filled with fear and anxiety. I didn't have long to wait for release from both. The boys began to undress themselves as soon as they had my clothes off and they were stripped to the skin in a matter of seconds.
"Let's screw the shit out of her," Carl said. "My cock's been wanting to get into some cunt for a long time, and this snatch sure needs a box full of prick. Imagine her! It's some slut that will play with herself in die back of the yard at night."
He held his prick in his hand and walked toward me. Gene held my head and Carl got down on his knees over my stomach. His penis was inches away from my face and I could see its swollen head. It looked extremely large and when he told me to put it in my mouth I balked and tried to turn away. But Gene held my jaw open and Carl slid the whole pink lob into my unwilling orifice. I could taste his urine on it and could smell the stale odor of his crotch as he pressed his shaft deeper into my mouth. I almost gagged but it went in and in until I thought I'd pass out. It was a good-sized cock for a boy, long and thick. In my gagging it must have felt like I sucking on it, but it was just so large that it filled my mouth completely. Anyway, Carl kept saying, "That's it, you cock-sucking cunt. Gobble my goop." Another boy, Dick, had spread my legs and when he got tired of watching what was going on at my head he got down between my thighs and started tonguing my vagina. I felt the slithery action of his tongue as it reached far up into my cavity, and it made me squirm. Dick ate me for a little while longer before he slipped up a little farther and rammed his penis into my cunt. It hurt terribly at first, but I was terrifically excited with what was happening, so excited that my fright began to go away, and I began to enjoy the attack. I hadn't wanted it, but it was upon me and it felt good. I started to quiver and wriggle in response and that was when Gene began to push his cock against my hip with more pressure.
"Turn her onto her side, stud motherfuckers," he said. Dick grabbed my buttocks and rammed his tool in as far as he could and lifted me up and over. Carl left my mouth for a second so this maneuver could be completed, but as soon as I was re-situated he was back in me. I didn't fight that time. Then I felt Gene's pud begin to enter my anus and I almost screamed, only my mouth was so full of Carl's cock that I couldn't Tears were running down my cheeks, but tears of excitement, not of sadness.
Two boys were always going below my waist and one in my mouth. When any one of them would climax he would make way for another one so each boy got a turn in each hole. Most of them came in my cunt, but one filled my asshole full of white stuff. I got a variety of tastes in my mouth, from my own pussy odor to sperm to shit from my bung. As painful as it was at any moment I really enjoyed it. At least someone was giving me pleasure and attention.
I was scared that Gene might tell mom, but before they all left he told ME not to tell or he'd get the gang to rape me again, only next time, he said, they wouldn't leave again, only next time, he said, they wouldn't leave me so healthy. In other words they'd not only fuck the shit out of me but they'd beat it out of me too. I assured him I wouldn't tell. I figured I had a better chance of getting laid again if I kept my mouth shut anyway.
Anyhow, from that day on I was hungry for boys and so I started hanging around with some of the rougher girls at school, the kind of crowd that had previously terrified me. I let Gene's friends know that what they had done to me was not so bad after all, and if they wanted a date or anything I was available. This got me started as a dating girl, something I'd never been before, a whole new experience. For a while, in the beginning of it all, I started to use makeup and even to fix my hair. But I soon found that it didn't matter to the guys who wanted me. There were never any compliments on my looks or dress, all those boys wanted was a girl who would put out for- them. I picked up all the habits and language they used, and before long I had a fast reputation-Cookie, the easy lay.
But having one boy wash t enough. I generally made a date with three or four guys at the same time, just to get enough sex. I couldn't reach a climax in a short session and most of the guys were too young and inexperienced to stay hard long. They'd just get their prick stuck into me and then they'd shoot their wad. Of course that was the extent of their desire; they never considered getting it up for another round, so I was out of luck. With three guys at least I had three chances, but even then it wasn't always good. They had absolutely no holding power, and, like I said, I never met a guy who wanted anything more than a quick, easy fuck.
Then one night Gene brought home Lester, his boss, for dinner. Immediately he sensed my vibrations and he kept his eye on me all evening. I had started wearing short skirts and I liked the one I had on that evening up around my thighs so he could get a good peek at whatever he wanted, and he peeked quite frequently. As a matter of fact, most people call a look like he gave me a stare. But of course I was digging it. I sat away from Gene and my folks so nobody else could see what I was doing for Lester.
When I knew he was hooked and I had a few seconds alone with him I nuzzled up to him and said, "I guess it must be nice to work with you," and he said, "I guess it could be. Especially for a smart girl like you." He gave me his card and told me to stop by some evening for an interview. I told him I enjoyed being "interviewed" by several people at a time, so if he wanted to bring a couple of friends I would enjoy meeting them, too.
That was the only opportunity I had to get my message to him, but it was actually all I needed. I had his card and would call him and go see him first chance I got I found out from Gene that his boss often worked late at night, so one evening after dinner I gave him a ring and asked him if he had time to see me. He said sure we could get together, and then asked if I had meant what I said about him bringing a friend along. I said, "Sure, honey, the more the merrier." He laughed and said there would only be one more, but they sure would make it merry.
At last I was going to get a taste of some real meat, some manly prick instead of a fast-shooting boy's stick. I practically ran to the park where we arranged to meet and arrived before he did. He pulled up in a beautiful car that almost made me cream by itself. He was alone and when I got in I asked if his friend had chickened out He explained that his friend lived in the place we were going to, that he gave Lester the use of it in exchange for an occasional piece of the action.
I sat close to Lester during the drive and massaged the lump in his pants until it was a throbbing pole. When we arrived at the place I was a little disappointed because it wasn't as plush as the car had led me to expect. It was still one hundred percent better than getting screwed in the back seat of a car or in some clubhouse shack though.
We walked upstairs and again I kept letting my hand brush against Lester's pud. He, in turn, kept grabbing one or the other of the cheeks of my ass and sometimes he would slip his hand up my dress if I got ahead of him on the stairs. With just this small amount of foreplay I was ready to go by the time we got to Jacob's apartment, and I knocked rapidly and loudly on his door.
Jacob was ready too, for he answered the door stark naked. He must have been pleased or sensed my eagerness or both because he smiled when he saw me, kind of a lewd grin that meant he wanted my body. My eyes wandered quickly to his crotch since that's where the proof of the pudding would be, and there hung some fine meat, nice and thick. I was hot for a good lay. What a long way I had come from being the naive, sweet child who had been raped by her brother and his friends. I wanted to sleep with everyone and anyone.
These guys were older and wiser than anyone I'd slept with before. They had made plans ahead of time when they found out I liked the gang bang idea evidently. I had no sooner walked through the doorway when Jacob took my blouse and ripped it off. "Let's see those tits, whore," he said roughly. I pulled back. I had bargained for anything rough, just some sex. All I wanted to do was suck on one while the other fucked me, the way I worked with my younger friends. I had a feeling though that they played by different rules.
Their rough treatment of me was thrilling in a way and it gave me a good climax. Lester kept Jacob from carrying it too far, probably out of fear that I'd tell my brother. They slapped my breasts and spanked my behind, bit my nipples and scratched my thighs. I let myself go free with them when I got the feel of their games, and I was rewarded with a good long lasting fuck from each of them. It felt so good to have a long, hard cock working in me, so much better than a small one that came in ten seconds or less. But despite the good feelings and the orgasms I never called Lester or Jacob again. They were a little bit out of my class or into a different bag, or something. Whatever it was, I didn't belong with them.
It was about this time that some of the "tough" chicks I hung around with told me about a groovy motorcycle gang, a bunch of eighteen or nineteen year old guys, who had approached a few of them looking for a chick to be the "old lady" for their gang. None of the chicks were brave enough for the job and just sort of avoided any contact with the group. I remembered all of the information they gave me and one night I decided to wander around the bar where they stopped for their pick-ups and contacts. It was a beer bar on the main highway near town and it had a hard reputation. I didn't care though. I'd had enough of children who couldn't hold and old men who couldn't find their kicks anywhere else. Saturday night was the night when they were all there together, so I drifted down there then. I wore the tightest pants and blouse I owned and I didn't put anything on underneath. My one real worry was that the bartender would ask me for identification for proof of age and I wasn't eighteen, the legal age in our state. As it turned out, the guy was really lax about things like that Most of his customers were on the make in one way or another and if he'd been fussy about I.D., or any crap like that, he wouldn't have had any customers, and possibly no bar. The cops left him alone since it kept all the undesirables out of their jurisdiction and out of town. It was a blackmail or payoff system in a way, but it kept everybody's conscience happy.
Anyhow, I drifted down there, and sure enough I could see the gang's bikes all parked outside and five or six of the gang itself were standing around in their leather jackets and tight pants. I could see the hard bulge of their cocks and all my inhibitions were gone. I was hungrier than ever for prick. I walked up into the middle of a group of them with a jaunty little seductive saunter and said, "Anybody here willing to take a lonesome lady inside for a drink?"
They nearly fell over themselves trying to get to me. The leader happened to be close by and he grabbed my arm and said, "Fuck off, you mothers. I've got first choice." The others grumbled a little, but he was the toughest and no one disputed that he had priority. I wanted all of them though, so I said, "Honey, why not share my goodies? I don't mind, not a bit" I sort of ran my hands across his chest in a little seductive gesture and he just looked at me with a real surprised look. The other guys were all lit up and when their leader said O.K. they all escorted me happily inside.
I caught their names from their jacket labels and from bits of their conversation. The leader was Raoul and all I could think of was growl. He was tough. As we walked into the bar the bartender asked us for my I.D. Raoul just told him to "shove it" and called him an asshole.
"She's our old lady and that makes her old enough," he sneered at the guy. He just shrugged and took our orders. I had a beer, the least harmful thing I could think of, and I scarfed it fast. I wanted to get some action going. Raoul bought me another one and as I started to drink that I felt some fun begin. He put his hand on my tit and started to squeeze and play with it. I put his hand inside my blouse and then put my own hand on his crotch. I unzipped his pants and pulled his terrific lob out to get a look at it. It was a large red thing and I could hardly wait to get it in my mouth, to say nothing for the feeling churning up my pussy juices. I could smell his body too, and even though he needed a bath badly the odor turned me on. The guy on my other side was named Jay. I pulled out his cock too and then put his hand on my mound and humped against it I had both of them going hot and all the other gang members in the place ogling and breathing hard.
"Why don't we go over to our shack and have a few?" Jay asked Raoul.
"Yeah, that's a good idea. We'll go have a few," Raoul said laughing. I got the message and was all for it. About twenty guys piled out of the bar and on to their bikes. I got to ride with Raoul and climbed on and wrapped my arms tightly around him. Once we were speeding down the road I started groping around between his legs and just the feeling of going along like that at breakneck speed while I felt him up turned me on, and I'm sure him too. We got to the shack in record time, but not before I'd had a chance to run my hand inside his jacket and over his hairy chest and then down into his pants for a feel of his balls. He had a great size cock and the balls of a stud horse. I couldn't even get my hand all the way around them. I sort of had to cup them in my palm.
He was really tense and about as much in need of some good loving as I was. His balls were tightening and he was hard and ready for action. His whole group was ready too. They were all young but tough, tough in the ways of the world. They'd had sex just about every way you could have it They'd raped, screwed prostitutes, rolled queers, gang-fucked their "old ladies", sucked, humped, ass-fucked, and probably got their rocks off in ways that the straight world hasn't even dreamed of. I really felt good that they wanted me.
When we got to their shack I didn't want to get off, I was having such a good time playing with Raoul. But I knew there were better things waiting for me inside so I followed them all in. The place was a filthy wreck. About thirty-five or forty cyclists lived there, the number varying according to how many were on trips, in jail, or just alive, and nobody ever cleaned. There was no bathroom, not even a toilet. They used a corner of the main room as a john and the stench from that section alone could curl your hair. But there was the smell of many lovemaking sessions and the smell of excited bodies, and the road dust, and it all turned me on.
As soon as we were in the door Raoul dropped his pants and was almost shocked when I followed suit. My sweet snatch stared him right in the eye, but he didn't even blink or smile. I was drooling over his muscular thighs and the gorgeous eight inches of hardness between them.
"O.K., bitch. You think you're smart. This test don't require no brains. If you want to be our old lady you go through the same paces anyone who joins our gang goes through. If it gets too rough you can have us stop, if you're still conscious, and if you can't walk out of here then we'll be happy to throw you out But if you pass the test, you're in."
Raoul held his cock in his hand and two of the other boys took my arms and pushed me down so that I was kneeling in front of him. They held my head back and I opened my mouth fully expecting to get a mouth full of prick. Instead he pissed right in my face and into my mouth. The others in the shack were yelling and cheering and someone screamed in my ear, "Eat everything that's shoved in your face and fuck everything that comes at your ass and cunt!" I gagged on the oily yellow piss but did what was expected. I thought, "If this is only the beginning, my God, what comes next!" But nothing could sway me. I was in the shack and I was going to take their sex their way. That's what I wanted right from the beginning.
"Grade the cunt C on that one," Raoul said. "Didn't swallow, but didn't complain." Everyone laughed and then Raoul asked me if I wanted to continue. I nodded and immediately felt a boot smack my naked ass knocking me to the floor.
"You've got to be rough to ride a bike, Kid, and we're going to see just how tough your fucking ass is." They kicked me on the buttocks with their hard bike boots, some with metal soles, then on the thighs and hips, and then they rolled me over. I wasn't really hurt or scared at all. They were actually just roughing me around a little, and the way they treated me was like a friend, not like a little whore as Lester and Jacob had.
They quit kicking me and I was panting and excited. Raoul came over then and his beautiful hard on was standing straight as ever. "Ready for a fucking in the mouth, bitch?" he asked roughly. I could only nod yes, yes, yes. I wanted him. I wanted all of them so bad.
Raoul knelt down on top of me and ran the shaft along my lips. "Lick it baby," he ordered. I licked up and down savoring every inch. I went to his balls and licked them. I tasted the urine that had dripped down and caught in his hairs, I tasted the come and the crud and the dirt and body fluids that had piled up in months of riding and screwing and living. I took the head in my mouth and enjoyed the throbbing sensation, and then he drove it in to the limit, right down to my throat. I laid back and sucked it as hard as I could. I nibbled at it and ran my tongue around its shaft and slid softly up and down sending thrills through Raoul till he was really pleased and I thought he would come right then.
Meanwhile the other members of the gang were getting ready to have some fun too. One of them came up under me while I was sucking away and shoved a long metal rod up my asshole. It was cold and heavy and I moaned as it slid up my rectum, but before I could complain another one of the gang was in my box with his prick fucking away like mad. I thought my guts were going to be ripped out, but then the juices began to flow and before I knew it I was headed for something really big. The biker's cock was really stirring up a storm. I wiggled and squirmed and humped hard to meet his thrusts. I could feel him draw his prick out and rub my clit with the head of it I really felt a heaving come starting, one like I'd never had before. I jerked and pumped and clawed and groaned and sucked so hard on Raoul's meat that I almost disengaged it from his body. And when it was all over I didn't have strength to shit I felt so wonderfully exhausted that I didn't think I'd be able to come again that night. But the gang was just getting started. Only one of them had dropped his creamy white love sauce in me, and there were about twenty waiting. As soon as the next one was in me I was hot again though and I humped right through the whole load of them getting about three or four more good comes while they were shooting me full of gism. All this time too Raoul was sliding in and out of my mouth. Sometimes I'd tongue his balls or some of the time he'd just let me take a breath, but I gave his cock extra good attention and he held off his come until all the other bikers had a turn at my pussy.
Raoul ordered everyone to leave after they'd all had a fuck from me and they obliged figuring he was going to give me a special going over. He picked me up and carried me to an old, beat-up couch on one side of the room.
"O.K., kid?" he asked, looking down at me with concern in his eyes. I nodded. I was hurting a little from all the action, but I wasn't in pain or anything. I had just never had so many or so good and the exercise was too much. Then Raoul got down between my legs and started to eat me. His tongue squirmed in my sensitive cunt and probed at the smooth walls all coated with my come and the come of twenty bikers. He licked my clitoris and then put his hands over and grabbed my tits and squeezed them and tweaked the nipples. He was really lashing away at my pussy and I was gently humping his face as he licked. It was a marvelous, thrilling, exciting sensation and I knew Raoul was getting pleasure at his end too.
Then he stood up and his beautiful, muscular, naked body was a sight. He turned me on and I wanted him badly. I noticed that his prick was still up and even harder than before. He hadn't come all the time I was eating him or he was eating me. He had held off for some special reason and I had a feeling he wanted something else. I gave him a look that told him he could have or do anything he wanted.
"Chick, it's not often that a cunt gets as far as you have. I dig you. I want you to have sex with me the way I really need it, the way no chick has been able to give it to me before." He told me to get up then and to go to a corner of the room. There was nothing there but a big bike chain. I was a little afraid when I saw it but I wanted him so bad I figured anything goes. Then the surprise came. Raoul knelt down like he was praying. He hung his head and clasped his hands around his prick and balls.
"Pick up that mother fuckin' chain and use it now, bitch!" he yelled at me. I wasn't sure what he meant at first, but then it struck me. I picked up the chain and a surge of power ran through me. I walked over to him and swung the chain down hard on his back. He moaned, but it was a moan as much of pleasure as of pain. I got excited seeing him like that. I hit him again. He wanted me to do it. He wanted to eat me, to fuck me, to have me beat him. I shoved my pussy in his face and swung again, and again and again. There were marks on his back, and then blood. Oh, I was feeling so lustful. I looked down and saw he was jerking off as I hit him and pushed my cunt at him. I hit him in the face with my fist and he fell on his back.
"Beat it off!" I yelled at him and while he jerked his wonderful stiffness I swung at his legs and thighs and anywhere I could hit him without really harming his sex. Then, while he was on his back I sat on his face and made him eat my asshole. He tongued my anus and I thrilled to the feeling. Meanwhile I squeezed his cock and balls, rotating and massaging and jerking him off. I moved back on him and he ate my pussy. Then I started sucking on him, but while I did this I was pinching his balls. I dug my teeth in deeper into his prick and he seemed to enjoy this more than anything. I pinched and bit harder and the worse it got the more he enjoyed it, the further he shoved his rod into my mouth.
Suddenly I looked up and saw the others were back and they must have seen what had happened because they really looked shocked. Then I remembered Raoul had said he'd never had sex the way he "really" wanted to, so they had never seen him that way. So I made him lay there while I let the gang come in and fuck him in the ass and in the mouth. It was what he wanted and he really got some pleasures out of it, but the best thing was when I squatted over his face and pissed in his mouth. He drank greedily, as much as he could, and while I was still whizzing on him he shot his load finally, a humdinger. Come went shooting way up in the air and came splashing down over bodies everywhere. He spurted and squirted for a long time shooting more than I've ever seen a guy shoot.
After his orgasm we laid together in the piss and come and just held each other. It was heaven. We had both discovered something real that evening. And the best part was that the bikers realized that despite Raoul's sex practices he was still king, number one.
I got deeper and deeper with Raoul and the gang. I was finally wanted, understood. I beat up Raoul and a few of the others occasionally, and the chain got frequent workouts. My sadistic tendencies got stronger and stronger and I finally got afraid that I might kill someone someday. I guess the whole thing, the fucking ten guys at a time, die chain business, the whole thing, that's all-it finally began to worry me. That's when I went to the clinic to see if there was something that could be done.
CHAPTER 9
CASE # 19011
Personal Information
Name: Philip F. Age: 17
Marital Status: Single
Educational background: High school senior
Position and salary: Student
Sexual History:
Age-Loss of virginity: 16
Number of orgasms per week:
A - self induced: 4
B - intercourse: 4, during period in statement
Basic Sexual Traits:
Passive, Submissive
Additional Character Analysis:
Philip is used to aggressive women. As a matter of fact, other than masturbation, the only experiences he has had sexually have been with that type of woman, and always someone close to Philip as well. He is insecure because the women desert him thoughtlessly, mindless of his mental anguish and loneliness. He has no idea of how or where to find normal sexual relations. He persists in living in the fantasy world of incest.
Phillip-(Mother fucker)
I remember distinctly those days of my life. At the time I was sixteen years old and well-developed. All that I heard about life were a few guarded conversations between my sister and my mother. These few times I heard them talk about sex made me wonder. My sister Penny was nineteen years old at the time and extremely pretty. She had a wonderful shape that could even turn on a brother. Her breasts had protuberant nipples, I mean real blooming buds, and her legs were twin dreams. She would pass through my bedroom on her way to the bathroom wearing only a terrifically thin, transparent negligee. Of course she thought I was asleep, but it didn't really matter one way or the other. Since I was three years younger, Penny never gave any consideration to the possibility that I was old enough to have any thoughts of sex.
One evening at supper Penny told us that an old chum was going to visit her and would be staying at our house for a few days. The following day we all went to the train station to meet her. Imagine my surprise when a young and radiant girl with long, sunbeam-blonde hair stepped into Penny's arms to be welcomed. Then she put her arms around me in greeting and said what a good looking brother Penny had and then gave me a squeeze that set me on fire. We went home then and while Penny helped Dawn unpack I went on an errand.
When I returned mother told me to entertain Dawn while she and Penny were in the kitchen preparing supper. The only way I could think of in my naive young mind was by showing her the family snapshot collection. As we turned the pages she slipped her arm around me. It seemed funny because no one but mother had ever had her harms around me Ad Dawn bent over the album her breasts came into sight To my horny eyes they looked like two luscious melons packed into the low cut bodice of her dress. They looked so sweet and delicious to me as they rose and fell with her breathing. About the moment that we were getting tired of the album the dog roamed into the room and we sat on the floor to play with him. Dawn was wearing a very short cut mini-dress and it kept slipped up higher and higher on her as we played more vigorously with Shine. I found it harder and harder to keep my eyes from straying up the length of her lovely white thighs. Soon she noticed that I was breathing very quickly and she asked me to come over like a 'dear boy' and sit on her lap. It was soft and warm underneath my ass. As I sat there I noticed that she was breathing even more quickly than I was.
She put her hand on my cock and moved it through the material of my pants, squeezing it and tickling my balls with her other hand. It was sweet agony as the feeling sent shivers throughout my whole body. She got up off the floor then and laid down on the couch telling me to sit on the floor facing her. She spread her legs wide apart and I could see her little blonde cunt hairs peeping out around the lace of her thin bikini panties. I reached up and put two fingers inside her panties and into her moist cunt feeling the lips moving open and shut against my probing fingers. She sighed and cooed and groaned pleasurably, so I knew my motions were giving her extreme pleasure I began to move my fingers rapidly in and out to see if she would get any more excited. It seemed like the natural thing to do since it was well lubricated in that warm passageway and it was so deep and open for exploration by my digits. I was right, too; she moaned even more sensually when I moved.
I decided to try it with my cock for a while for I knew that it would be a great deal more pleasant for me as well as her, just as I was about to slide my hardon into her lovely, hot pussy, after going to all the trouble of getting it out of my panties through that nasty zipper, as I felt the soft hair of her sweet mound tickle the head of my horny prick ... mom called us for supper.
After supper I complained of a headache and said I was going to bed early. Dawn commented that she too was exhausted after her journey, and mother and Penny said it would be good for us to get a good nights' rest in preparation for the following day's sightseeing tour planned for the benefit of Dawn. So the household retired, everyone going to his or her room and Dawn to the guest room across the hall from mine. I was no sooner in bed than I heard a slight noise. Looking up, I saw my door open and Dawn sneaking into my room naked. Before I could even gasp in surprise she motioned for me to be quiet. She carefully closed the door and then quickly crept into bed beside me kissing me and hugging me so passionately that I thought the heat from my turned-on body would start a fire in the bed. I felt her breasts and began to play with her nipples. Then I put one hand between her legs to find her juicy crease hotter than ever.
She started to pull and squeeze my stiff cock getting me worked up to a fever. She purred like a pussycat as she performed her seductive acts and before long she had me growling like a lion, hungry for love though, not for food. She embraced me and tugged at me till I was on top of her, and then she skillfully guided my penis into her luscious hole and told me what I should do, that is how I should move and all. I shoved my body against hers and felt my stiff tool slide deep within her cunt as she lifted her hips up and down off the bed and wrapped her legs around me. Her mouth covered my face with kisses, then my neck. She whispered into my ear while we rolled blissfully around on my bed. Her passion never waned but got stronger as we fucked more intensely. She dug her finger nails into my back as my prick slid in and out of her well lubricated slit. One of her slender, sensuous hands roamed down to my buttocks and she slipped a finger gently between the cheeks and then into my asshole. It made my body hump more wildly as my desire got stronger. Then she started an in and out motion with her finger which drove me to the height of passion. Our bodies rose and fell together, working in unison toward some heavenly goal, and then suddenly the most wonderful feeling I had ever felt flashed through my body and I shot load after load of my hot sperm through my pulsing prick and into her expanding cunt Dawn was moaning in pleasure as her own body jerked spasmodically. We lay locked in one another's arms and enjoyed the warm feeling that bathed our bodies with heat and sweat.
My sex partner then reached over to the bed stand and picked up a towel to wipe off her still-oozing cunt after which she wiped off my dripping cock, taking care not to rub too hard. When this job was done and the come-covered towel was discarded on the floor, Dawn pulled me close again and whispered that she would teach me many wonderful things about sex that night. She praised my ability and my prick and the tenderness of her words combined with the warmth of her embrace made me start to rise again. I was practically speechless through the whole affair, overwhelmed by the wanton seductiveness Dawn projected. She began to kiss me again, first on the lips, then on the neck and finally on the chest. Her hands were caressing me in places that had never been aroused even by myself. All I could do was lean back and moan and gasp in pleasure. Her lips were moving slowly lower on my body. She kissed my stomach and stuck her tongue in my navel before moving her mouth down to kiss my throbbing meat. She held my prick in her hands and kissed every inch of it right down to the head. She ran her tongue along the length of my hot hard-on, squeezing my balls and sending shivers of passion through my young body. She caused such sweet agony in my burning body that I could only pant and sigh and drool in pleasure.
Dawn opened her mouth next and slowly moved her lips over the head of my steaming penis, cooling and soothing it with her saliva. Then she let not only the head but a good length of it slide into the wet cavern of her mouth all the time moving her tongue around on it. I was crazy with desire as she closed her mouth tightly over my tool and sucked it like a straw. She was sucking enthusiastically and rotating on my prick like a pivot. Soon she had her body turned all the way around so that her pussy was kissing me, looking me right in the eye. Her curly pubic hairs were actually tickling my chin and her sweet womanly aroma was drifting up my nose, exciting my senses. I began to kiss her cunt in hopes that it would give her as much pleasure as she was giving me. To make my job easier, she spread her thighs so that one was pressed against each of my cheeks and pressed her horny hole right against my mouth. I kissed her soft, juicy pussy lips and probed her sensual tunnel with my tongue. I grabbed a buttock with each hand and held her close to me as I licked and lapped and tickled her clit with my taster. She was sucking vigorously all the time, her soft lips tenderly seducing my hardness, her gentle tongue exciting the head of my lengthened prick. The room was in complete darkness but I could swear that I saw bright lights all over the room as we continued our worship of one another's bodies.
Dawn nibbled on me occasionally, soft bites that tingled but never hurt and always sent a thrilling shiver up my rod and through my body. She was a first rate cocksucker with a first rate cunt to eat I was sliding my tongue in and out as keep as it would go, lapping up as much of her sauce as I could. She humped lightly against my face and I pumped my prick into her mouth. Our mutual adoration went on for a little longer and then I felt myself coming. I shot a gob of come into her mouth and then more streams of the good white liquid, meanwhile trying to get my tongue into her as far as possible. As I was coming, Dawn sucked harder, pulling as much sauce out of my prick as possible. She stiffened and I felt her own woman-brew come dripping onto my tongue. I swallowed the tangy treat as it dripped out in waves of orgasmic pleasure. She continued to suck me too even when there was no more spunk dripping out of my cock. It was just such a good feeling to have our organs pressed into one another's mouths and to be climaxing together.
When we had finished our sixty-nine, we just lay locked in a love embrace for awhile, occasionally kissing. Dawn thanked me for enjoying such a wonderful experience with her and I likewise thanked her. We kissed one more time and she slipped out of my bed and tip-toed across the hall to her own room.
The next day Dawn and I managed to get out of the sightseeing expedition for awhile and slipped off on our own. We got a boat and rowed out on the lake near our house to an island that was covered with trees, an isolated paradise. I pulled the boat up on the dansy beach, and then hid it behind some bushes so no one would be able to tell that Dawn and I were inhabiting the place. We walked deep into the woods on the deserted island until we found a grassy clearing that looked to us like a natural bed. As it turned out it was even softer than a foam rubber mattress. Dawn was wearing a shorter mini-skirt than she had been the day before, and her blouse was made of a shiny white material that I could see through. She had no bra on and as she slipped off her skirt I saw that she only had on a pair of those wonderful bikini panties as she had worn the previous day.
"Do you like my body?" she asked as she unbuttoned her blouse and casually dropped it to the ground. She pulled off her panties next and as I stared at the sweet mound between her legs I told her that she had the most beautiful body and cunt in the world. We laid down in the sweet grass and let the sunshine on our wanton bodies. Dawn's body was already darkly tanned and then sun just sort of made her skin glow. I played with her nipples until they were erect and hard and then I sucked on them and gently nibbled the tender buds. I caressed her ass and fingered her pussy as I sucked and she moaned and sighed and told me she wanted me badly. She reached down to my crotch and undid my pants so she could shove her hand in and fondle my penis and balls. I stopped sucking and caressing and jumped up to tear my clothes off of my body. Then in a flash I mounted her and stuck my cock into her cunt and fucked her like a maniac. I worked my prick in and out so fast that I thought I might drive it right through her. But the harder and faster I shoved the more she moaned in appreciation. Our excitement mounted and we climaxed together in a rush of sperm and warm sex jelly. But I was still stiff and she was still seductive and we fucked and climaxed about three more times together, not to mention the orgasmic flashes that rushed through our bodies as we squirmed and humped in sexual delight
After that tremendous work out we fell asleep side by side for a short time. It was still after noon when I was aroused out of a satisfied slumber by a marvelous feeling between my legs. I looked up to find Dawn administering mouth to prick resuscitation to my member. My member was responding admirably to the treatment too-you might say it was 'rising to the occasion'. I motioned for her to spin around so that I could eat her and she quickly positioned her box over my mouth. I sucked her cunt and slipped my taster into the moist passage to give her a thrilling spasm. She ran her tongue across the underside of my cock and made me squirm joyfully. The warm afternoon bathed our bodies in sensual sunlight as we sucked and licked and humped our way to another mutual orgasm. I came in her mouth for the second time in less than twenty-four hours, letting her have about my twelfth load of spunk, the boy who had never done more than masturbate only a few days previously. She jerked her body and covered my face with her sweet fluid. I gulped down as much as I could swallow and let the rest wash my face and neck and shoulders with its erotic moisture and scent.
We fucked once more in that green clearing that afternoon, sitting up with Dawn sort of straddling my lap. She rose and fell on my staff until I thought she would drive me into the ground. But it was such a good feeling to be fucking her that I didn't even care if it killed me. She held my balls and squeezed them as we made love, and then she showed me how to give her an extra good climax by pinching and tickling her clitoris as my prick serviced her pussy. Once again we climaxed together, me shooting hot loads of sperm into her where it mingled with the tangy pudding which she excreted all over my cock.
We took a quick skinny dip in the cove near where I hid the boat and then dressed and left the paradise island.
Upon arriving home we found a message for Dawn which said she was urgently needed at home. She silently packed with a tear in her eye and gave me a hug and a kiss good-bye at the train station, whispering that she would be back soon. But I feared I would never see her again, and I was right.
When Dawn was gone I felt lonely but it wasn't until about a week later that I began to feel the really bad part of not having her around. Actually only a few days went by before I found myself longing for a fucking something awful. I got out of bed that horny night and peeked through the keyhole of the bathroom door and watched my sister as she got out of the shower and dried herself off. Her back was to the door most of the time but I couldn't really complain since she had such a nice round ass, and the views when she did turn toward the door were more than enough to turn me on. Her tits hung ever so nicely, big and fleshy and firm with nipples that I knew would be terrific for sucking. Her cunt was covered with dark hair, unlike Dawn's which had light little curls around it. Penny's thighs and legs were a little meatier, too. I wasn't sure which I preferred, but I liked both types.
When she was just about through drying off I went back to my bed to wait for her. She came out of the bathroom clad only in her thin negligee and began to walk through to her room. I couldn't resist my urges or pass up my chance so I made some comment about how hot it was and how hard to get to sleep. As I hoped she might, she stopped and sat on the edge of my bed to talk for awhile. My heart was pounding and my prick was already beginning to tingle with expectations of things to come. My mind lost track of our conversation as I caught sight of her breasts through the filmy nightdress, and I reached up and began to play with her nipples. She began to get up sort of shocked at my actions.
"What are you trying to do, Philip?" she asked with a nervous gasp. Before she could move too far I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down on the bed, telling her to relax and be quiet and then quickly shoving a finger up her cunt. Finding plenty of room in that sweet passageway, I sent another probing digit up and then a third. That did the trick. Her senses were rapidly overwhelmed and she soon moaned in pleasure as I worked the three fingers in and out of her love tunnel.
"Oh, Philip, if I'd known you were a lover I would have come to you for some meat long ago. Candles are such a drag to use," she told me. She grabbed a hold of my pecker then and started squeezing it till I thought it would burst. I slipped the negligee off her body, and tossed it to the floor so I could return to more important things like sucking on her tits. I took the lovely round things in my hands and squeezed them as I pulled as much of the soft melon-like globes into my mouth as possible. I twirled my tongue around the nipple and felt it spring to life. She whispered in my ear, "Fuck me, fuck me," but I just kept on playing my little games turning her on all the more. She had my prick in her hands and was trying to jerk me off and put me into her pussy at the same time. I skillfully held my come back but soon succumbed to her (and my own) desires and shoved my prick into her snatch. She was wet and wild inside and I slipped in and out like a piston at high speed. Penny herself was crazy with need for a good piece and she reacted unashamedly and with wild abandon, twirling her ass underneath me and clinging to my body as she tried to get more of my good hard-on.
Soon we were coming together, me shooting my heady foam into her seedling twat and her pouring out wave upon wave of woman brew to bathe my ejaculating rod. It was an amazing feeling, shooting my load into my sister, but it filled a need in both of us, and furthermore it was a good fuck.
Penny knew how to hump and she had the cunt and ass to do it with, too. My meat was well-developed and what with my experience with Dawn I had become a lover of some skill. We made love together regularly after that night, not every day but several times a week. Penny had a steady boyfriend she went out with on weekends and occasionally during the week and I was always asleep when she got home from those dates, but any other night we made it She was my only fuck for a long time.
Mom and Penny both worked since my Father was no longer living. I worked in the summertime, odd jobs, and went to school the rest of the year. Anyhow, Penny was always home before mom in the evening and we usually talked and started to fix dinner or something. But one day she came home and just ran up to her room. I caught a glimpse of her as she flew through the living room to the staircase and she was a wreck, all teary and red-eyed. I followed her and found her lying on her bed crying, so I sat down and rubbed her back to comfort her and asked her what was troubling her.
"I'm pregnant, Philip," she told me between the tears. I almost fainted but held myself together and asked her if she thought I was the father. She confessed to me that she was fucking her boyfriend, Wally. I was a little taken aback by this news, but figured it was better that he married her than me. It would also sound much better if Penny had to tell mom, too. I was afraid of what mom would say even if Penny told her that Wally was the father, but then I remembered that she was getting her jollies from a married man who worked with her, so she really couldn't say anything about anyone's immorality or anything like that.
Penny had a date with Wally that evening so she said that she would talk to him about it then before she said anything to mom. I agreed that this was a good idea. Wally was Penny's boss's son and came from a well-to-do family. He had been seeing Penny for almost six months so their relationship wasn't exactly casual. He picked her up for their date and I watched them drive off with mixed emotions. I was relieved that I wouldn't get in any trouble, but I was jealous that Wally would be out fucking my lover, even though she was my sister, that evening. As I sat watching television with my mother I began to get aroused thinking about Penny getting fucked. I thought about our own sessions in the bed, about how vigorously she humped me, about the joy she got out of feeling my prick in her cunt. Without realizing it I worked myself into a hard state and my rod was creating quite a large bulge in my pants as I sat supposedly engrossed in the boob tube. Mother noticed my hard-on before I did and she stared at it for some time before I realized what was drawing her attention. I didn't try to hide it or anything but just casually stared back at her body. For a mature woman who had had two children she was quite thin and attractive. That evening she was wearing a thin nightie which was quite transparent and a pair of bikini panties and a bra. She had wonderfully developed tits, about a size thirty-eight, a thin waist, and wide flaring hips which tapered down to long slim legs. I got more turned on as I looked at her as a woman.
She asked me if I was hot and I told her that I was- extremely. She said that she had a new lotion that would cool me off and if I could come up to her bedroom with her she would rub me down with it. I gladly followed her upstairs and into her bedroom where she told me to take off my clothes. I stripped down to my under shorts and then laid face down on her big, comfortable bed. She made some comment about how she wanted to be comfortable too and the next time I looked up she was standing right next to the bed with only her bra and panties on, and she was smiling lewdly down at me. As I stared at her lovely body I became more excited than I had ever been. All my senses were reeling and my hard-on was ready to shoot into thin air at the slightest provocation.
Mom rubbed her hands up and down on the inside of her thighs and sort of pursed her lips. She knew I was hot and she was playing with me. She moved one hand between her thighs rubbing her cunt and the other one cupped one of her breasts and lifted it sensually. I let out a groan and sat up on the bed, letting my prick pop out from its hiding place. I put my hands around her waist and pressed my mouth to her stomach, kissing her soft belly and moving my mouth lower until I was kissing her pussy through her lace panties.
She held my head tightly in her hands and pressed it firmly to her body as she told me that she knew I wanted to fuck her and that I could if I wanted to. I told her I wanted to fuck her very badly, more than anything else, and then I pulled her panties from her hips and slid them all the way off her to the floor. She undid her bra and threw that to the floor and then pushed me back on the bed and ripped my shorts from my body. She sat above my body and pressed her juicy snatch to my mouth. As my tongue slid in and out of her, bringing squeals of delight, she swung around and took my throbbing cock in her mouth. Her lips were like to soft cushions massaging and caressing my aching prick with their magic soothing power. Her tongue ran across my heated tool like a cooling hand. It actually felt like she was smoothing out a roughness in my rod, taking out the creases and making a smooth surface which would then glide easily into her twat. She sucked better than Dawn or Penny and made me come quicker and shoot more than I had ever shot before. She came quickly too, letting load after load of sweet, saucy pudding dribble into my waiting mouth. I ate heartily.
When our desire was up again, and that wasn't too long after that first climax, I climbed on top of her as she directed and let her guide my young, but well-hung meat into her cunt I drove it in right up to the testicles and she moaned in pleasure as she wrapped her legs around behind my ass and humped for all she was worth. I had never had it soo good before. My previous two lovers had been good and experienced, but they weren't nearly as accomplished as mom. My mother must have given out some good loving in her years. She had her muscles controlled so that she could tighten them when she felt me coming. She did just that and I filled her love tunnel full of my hot, white cream, shooting my full limit.
We hugged and kissed after our final orgasm that night and went back downstairs in our robes for a revitalizing snack and some more late night T.V. We had just seated ourselves when Penny came home from her date and announced that she and Wally were going to be married in a week. I sighed in relief so that mother couldn't hear me, but Penny saw and gave me a wink. Mom gave her a kiss and a hug and congratulated her and never hassled her about the suddenness of her decision. I guess she was looking forward to the nights alone with me in the house. I gave Penny a big hug and kiss and wished her all the happiness in the world. I felt an emptiness at having lost her for a lover, but I didn't feel too bad because there was still mom.
I began to worry one day though. I had never had anyone outside the family except Dawn, and she was a close friend of my sister's, almost like another sister. I thought about taking out other girls and making it with them, but something always went wrong. I was used to fucking a woman who made the first move and also a woman who was my kin. I couldn't really figure out what to do. Then Mother started seeing more of this married man because he and his wife had gotten a divorce. One day she announced to me very casually and happily that she was going to marry him. I congratulated her and acted happy for her sake, but it tore me up inside and all I could do was go upstairs and break down and cry. I sort of became a hermit for a long time after that until I finally decided I needed help and went to a doctor.
CHAPTER 10
Case # 12546
Personal Information
Name: Maureen A.
Age: 30
Marital Status: Married
Educational Background: College
Position and Salary: Housewife
Sexual History
Age-Loss of virginity: 19
Number of orgasms per week:
A - Self induced: 10
B - Intercourse: 10, all with partners other than her husband
Basic Sexual Traits
Passive, submissive, promiscuous
Additional Character Analysis:
Maureen is basically passive except in the first phase of a sexual involvement She is highly aggressive in obtaining a partner, or more usually several partners, for her intercourse. Her sex life with her husband is totally normal but extremely frustrating and unfulfilling which explains her extramarital affairs, but not her abnormal desire for Negro lovers. The basis for this is several myths which were repeatedly told to Maureen as a child as truths. One is that Negro men are more developed in the genitalia than white men. The second thing which was repeatedly told to Maureen was that she was never to go near Negro men because they were dirty. Maureen herself developed the feeling that base, earthy-type sex partners were the best and therefore sought this type for lovemaking, though for security at home she married a normal white man. Her resentment of her elders came out in her later years when she turned to adultery with the Negro men in total rebellion against all those who had told her 'no'.
I couldn't stand it any longer. Once a week from Thomas was more frustrating than satisfying. It was only a teaser, I needed some good loving, some hot sex, more. I tried masturbating but got to the point where it was a compulsion. I knew I had to have more.
My dreams pointed the way, nightmarish as they were to me. I would see myself in a bar full of Negro men in some cheap slum area of Atlanta or Birmingham. I would walk around asking them to let me have sex with them, but they refused me because they were afraid. I would watch them in this dream. They would take a young colored waitress and undress her, sometimes it was several colored girls. They would have intercourse with them on the tables. I remember seeing big, black penises-COCKS-all around me, but they would not serve me!
I would wake up moist between my legs. My hand would be there sometimes. I woke up terrified, drinking I had been speaking in my sleep or otherwise letting my husband know. It was that moment between the dream and realizing that my husband was in the next bed and we were at home, that simply mortified me ...
Gradually my mind settled on the only Negro male that I ever knew in even a casual way - the boy who delivered the groceries twice a week. There were colored personnel at our apartment building, of course. There was a part time doorman, some of the maintenance men janitors. One of the men working the desk in the lobby at night was a Negro, too. But I felt that all these were too close to home.
The boy who delivered the groceries was, I would guess, nineteen to twenty-two years old. He had that look about him that could be trusted. He looked like a Southern Negro, not one of these Northern kind. He always called me ma'm and had the most courteous and respectful attitude. I suppose I felt that I could control him.
Thomas was out of town for a month. This was the second Monday. Henry the delivery boy, came around at two in the afternoon and mentioned that he was working too fast for Monday, that he was almost through making his deliveries, and if he got back before five they would have him marking stock, a job he detested.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" I asked him, very tense, but concealing it rather successfully, or so I thought. "Or perhaps you'd like a beer, Henry ... ha-ha ... I'll never tell your boss."
"Yes ma'm ... thank you. I'd appreciate a beer on a hot day like this-a cold beer's better' n anything."
I told him to sit down and he seemed quite relaxed, but still reserved and courteous. I was at my wits end and trying to decide whether to be blunt about it, to try to seduce him, or to forget the crazy scheme entirely. But thinking about my dreams and frustrations made me go on. I didn't really end up being blunt or seducing. I wanted to ask him outright if he would ... would have sex with me ... or something like that. I couldn't. I found myself perspiring just as he was.
Henry was a clean-cut, well-groomed colored boy, very neat He was slim in build, but it was apparent that he had muscles. We talked stupidly for a few minutes, during which time I managed to let him know that my husband was out of town and that the children would not be in for two hours. Damn that nigger! He wouldn't take the initiative. He was forcing me to do it. I didn't know what to do.
Finally I said, "Henry, it's very warm herein the kitchen and the air conditioning isn't working too well. Would you be offended if I took off some of my clothing?" Oh shit, I felt stupid, but it was the only thing I could think of.
"If you don't mind, ma'm, I sure don't mind a bit!" he responded. His white teeth, so perfectly formed, symmetrical, even, gleamed against the blackness of his face. My temperature soared. I knew now that I had let myself go ... revealed my intentions. He had indicated by his words and smile that he would go as far as I would.
I took a very stiff straight shot of scotch, and I took off my dress and slip. I had only panties and a bra and high heel slippers on. I was dripping wet. I felt that my body was gorgeous, and it was. The one thing that Thomas did that was kind of unusual sometimes was to play with himself when he watched me undress. I knew my body did things to men.
"Do you like my body?" I asked him awkwardly, and I was surprised at his reply, and his reaction. Henry studied me. He stood up and walked around me, taking in every inch. Of course I am extremely proud that my flesh is firm, smooth, as flawless as a girl much younger, but a Negro looking at my body like that. I was creeping, but oh, so sexy at the same time.
"Mrs. Albert," he said, "I got to be honest with you. You ain't the first white woman who ever stripped in front of me, or tried to get me to screw her while I'm delivering stuff. Hut I tell you, you is the most beautiful one. You has the most beautiful white body this boy has ever seen."
"Are you hard? Do you have a hard-on?" I asked quickly, trying to feel his trousers very awkwardly. "Let me see it! I'll believe you if you let me see it hard!" I was obviously frantic, groping and panting. Of course I knew the vernacular of sex, I suppose every child learns it at an early age. In my masturbating fantasies I would whisper the words to myself, but never while making love with Thomas. He would have been horrified. Hut with Henry I had this uncontrollable urge to breakdown all my barriers. I wanted to speak like I was black, and down and out, in the gutter with them. "Let me see your prick, Henry," I said.
I was no longer afraid, surprisingly enough. I immediately enjoyed being a fucking cunt nigger lover. When he opened his trousers and the big, black monster popped out, I was relieved of my inhibitions it seemed. I was a savage animal. "You fucking good prick ... you sucking good prick," I said aloud, almost as if it were natural.
You must believe this! I was a virgin when I married! I had never had anything but normal intercourse with my husband. Nothing else! And yes I, Mrs. Maureen Albert, dropped to the floor and sucked this black man's prick like I was a starving cocksucker. I was unbelievable, sucking and sucking and twirling my tongue around his beautiful black staff. My hands helped undo his trousers. My fingers slid around his sweaty ass and into his asshole. Henry said nothing. He just pushed his body into my face. He held my head and let his cock slide in and out between my lips, and I allowed it Not only that, but I sucked him dry.
When he shot off into my mouth I gulped and gulped until I had drawn every drop from him. He took me in his goddamn nigger arms and he held me, embraced me, tongue kissed me, and put his fingers into my hot, white cunt and finger-fucked me-ME!
That wasn't enough. I had to have that big mother of a black prick inside me. I lead him into the bedroom and took everything off. He certainly needed no advice. He began to suck and lick me from my neck to my armpits, to my navel, to my pussy, to my toes. He was hard again, and I was going insane. He said hardly a word as he fucked me. He slipped his throbbing tool into me and I flipped. I pumped so hard I almost threw him off the bed. I was wild, lustful, loose, voluptuous. I twisted and humped and lived out every fantasy I had ever imagined. I grabbed his ass and pulled him as close to me as I could. I wanted to mesh with his blackness. I wanted him to rub some of it off on me. I wrapped my legs around him and jerked my ass harder. My fingers dug into his back. I remember coming, time after time, heavy earth-shaking, cunt-vibrating orgasms. I was an animal, a bitch in heat. I came a million times, oh, it seemed like it. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before! This goddamn nigger kid! Goddamn Henry!
I passed out ... and woke later alone, but-knowing that the satisfied feeling in my vagina wasn't from a dream.
It happened a dozen or more times with him after that I would plan for the day, neglect my children, neglect the housework, let the maid have the day off. The timing had to be perfect. Hut eventually I became tired of him, bored with the same nigger cock. I wanted someone, and something different. I thought of women, as I knew a lesbian, one of my hairdressers who had made obvious remarks and gestures. But no. I couldn't bring myself to that even for black meat. The idea of a naked woman seemed repulsive when I tried to think of it sexually. I just kept getting unwanted visions of my mother, my grandmother, naked and old, and ... it just wasn't the type of sex I needed.
One Saturday night I was the most desperate I'd ever been in my life, lying around the big, empty apartment, masturbating, thinking. My husband was away in Europe on business. Both children were spending the night with friends. I could have gone to a bridge party. I had been invited out by a dozen or more friends who said, "Drop over anytime while your husband is away. You'll probably be lonely." Lonely? Fuck, I was lonely when he was home.
Friends-they were the last thing on my mind. But I couldn't stand being cooped up in that apartment.
I had some rather medium-priced clothes which I hadn't worn for quite awhile. They were from the poor days when Thomas had been a rising young executive. They weren't very sexy, I remembered, but when I tried them on I found that I had gained just enough weight in the right places to make them fit well. I was quite pleased. I didn't want to look like a well-to-do married woman out slumming.
Of course, I didn't know the first thing about where to go slumming. I wanted to find dirty, working-class Negro men. It occurred to me to go to some of the places the papers warned women to stay away from because of the rapists, Negro rapists who lurked in the alleys and side streets. Hut then I told myself no. The publicity would have been ruinous. Police would have investigated and I would have to claim it was rape.
I took a subway downtown and then hailed the first cab I saw with a Negro driver. I had an unbelievable story concocted. I was going to tell him I was a sociologist and that I wanted to visit a bar where working class Negro men might be found. That would have been terrifically transparent. I had had three stiff drinks while dressing, so I got brave and decided to blurt it out to him.
"Look! This may sound very unusual to you, but I want you to take me to a bar, a cheap waterfront dive if you understand. Someplace where Negro men might be hanging out. Someplace where they go ... uh ... looking for ... a girl, a woman to pick up!"
My heart was throbbing so fast waiting for his reaction, but he put me at ease. He said that the request wasn't unusual at all and that he had taken many nice blonde girls to such places at their request. It all seemed so strange and weird to me.
The place was huge, noisy and dirty. Music blared out from speakers all over the place. There were two dozen or more Negro men, four or five Negro girls, two white girls, and one white man. The girls looked really cheap, nothing more than tawdry prostitutes. All eyes turned to me. There was jealousy in those of the girls, lust in those of the men. I walked directly to the bar and ordered a double scotch on the rocks.
"You kind new 'roun here, aincha?" an old man, Negro, with several teeth missing asked me. I ignored him. My eyes were riveted to the bartender, a big buck nigger with bulging muscles. He had on a white t-shirt and a dirty apron, and was perspiring, that heady, sensual sweat that only a Negro has.
"Leave the lady alone," he told the old man, and then he leaned across the bar and smiled at me, gold and white teeth shining. He must have been thirty, or forty. I can't tell a negro's age.
"Is there anything special." he asked me with a knowing smile, "that I could do for you?" I didn't know what to say. I gulped at my drink until there was only ice left, and then he filled the glass to die top, refusing to accept payment. I looked around the big room until I spotted three young Negroes at a table looking at me, obviously discussing me. I cleared my throat and told the bartender, "I'd like to sit with those men over there. Is it ... proper?"
"You hustlin'?" He asked me. Of course I didn't know what he meant, and I gave him a blank look so it was obvious I was naive. He apologized; "Naw, naw ... you're class. You want it because you like it. Go ahead. Tell Nate-the guy with the black turtleneck-tell him I said you were O.K. Maybe I'll see you later." He winked.
I went forward in the dark place feeling like I was entering die lion's den. But I didn't care. I knew I had no time to waste. I wanted to be taken brutally and with force. I didn't just want to sit there with these men who stood up to greet me. All those manners. I couldn't stand it I wanted niggers, not gentlemen.
"Say, you are a nice one!" the one known as Jim welcomed me. He was a deep black, young and strong, a long-shoreman's apprentice or something like that.
"I like that goddamn blonde hair. Goddamn if I don't," the oldest of the trio greeted me. He was a man in his thirties probably, a heavy, stocky man who was a loader on the docks, named Fred.
"You ... ah, drink Scotch ... and like black joints ... yeah?" Jerome observed. He was slanty-eyed, on the verge of being Oriental, with a beard, maybe twenty-five to thirty. One of the others told him he was out of line. It was impossible. I had to break the ice completely, irrevocably. I had to make my position bluntly plain. I had to ... HAD TO.
"Will you come up to my place?" I blurted out, not realizing I could never sneak them through the lobby until after I'd said it. So I quickly added, "I'll rent a room. We can take our whiskey up there. I'll pay the whole shot I want to get ... fucked!"
The last word was in a loud whisper, and I never saw such response. There were hands on my legs, stroking my thighs above my stockings-many hands, all over my body. Fred was kissing and licking my neck, Jerome was saying, "Good white motherfucker! Man, we hit the fuckin' jackpot tonight!"
I pulled twenty dollars out of my purse and one of them grabbed it and was off like a shot to find a room. Five minutes or less went by and I was being lead down the street to a cheap hotel. They had obviously done this many times before. The clerk looked up at Jerome and nodded toward the stairway, telling him a room number.
Fred was already in the room when Jim, Jerome and I got there. He was gleaming naked, his black body perspiring. The room was large and so was the bed. There was an odor of much sex. It was mingling with the unwashed nigger odor of Fred's body and was sending my head into lustful frenzy. The door closed behind me, and suddenly there was nothing in sight for me except Fred's big, black tool looking, yes, looking at me. The little hole was like an eye. As he walked toward me with this huge prick dancing about, the eye winked at me and laughed.
I was undressing along with Jim and Jerome. There were hands, lips, and tongues on my body. Jim was sitting between my legs, licking and sucking me and telling me how I was a real blonde.
"Goddamn, look at those mother white titties!" Jerome exclaimed when he took off my bra. "Goddamn white fuckin' tits!" He started kissing one and pinching the other. Jim was still under me with his tongue probing my anus now as well. Fred was watching, his huge, black prick still dancing and watching, too.
"Fuckin' white tits!" Jerome yelled in a sudden rage of passion. He bit deeply on my left nipple; then he pulled away and started slapping my breasts brutally, yelling obscenities and racial slurs at me. I screamed loudly but I was inflamed beyond my wildest dreams. My crotch was burning for some cruel black bludgeon.
When Fred tried to come to my rescue, tried to knock Jerome away, I cursed him. I let go with every pent-up emotion I had inside me and screamed, "Let him go you mother fucking nigger ape! I want to be fucked ... raped! You stand there with that silly black prick looking at me, but you won't fuck me, you goddamn nigger coward."
That blew them right off their feet. They were enraged. They were all hitting me, really beating me. They threw me to the bed and Fred did rape me. It was huge and wide and seemed to tear inside me. He cursed me as he rammed the dark shaft forcefully into my redness. He spit on my face and breasts and slapped me a few times. For a moment he stopped his drive. I felt it soften a bit, and then ... oh goddamn, he was pissing in me. A hot blast of his urine was flooding my insides and spewing out around the connection, drenching our hairs and the bed.
"Kill the white mother!" Jerome yelled. "Grab her fuckin' leg, Jim. We'll split her ass wide open!" Fred was still in me, driving again. My legs were being pulled so far apart his penetration seemed lighter.
"White shit!" he yelled at me, and then cleared his throat and let fly with a huge glob of phlegm all over my breasts. He pulled his erect penis out of my vagina and let it crawl up my abdomen, over my breasts, through his spit and up to my mouth. "Suck it! Eat it, bitch! Swallow every goddamn drop!" And I did. He pushed it, rammed it deep into my mouth, and began to come. The smell was something awful. His crotch was rancid with collected filth.
Jim and Jerome were tying my legs to die opposite bedposts at the foot of the bed with cords they had torn off the Venetian blinds. I screamed in protest and Fred started to slap me, to beat my breasts and face. "You asked for this, you goddamn white motherfucker! You want this! I seen your cheap shit kind before! You want it mean and bad and that's how you're gonna get it!"
They took turns fucking me while one would put his cock in my mouth. They would hold my hands down sometimes and slap me around more, but they did not tie my hands down. Other men came in, too. An entire procession rolled in ... all Negroes. Somehow they got word about the 'white mother' who wanted some good black meat. I must have been fucked by twenty niggers that night, including Floyd, the bartender, who came in at five in the morning.
Floyd's prick was the biggest of all of them. I had practically memorized every wonderful black tool that had been shoved in my mouth or my hole. The names I didn't know, but their pricks I'd remember anywhere. Floyd was built like a wrestler or a fighter, almost hairless, but brutal and bull-like, vicious. I was raw, so sore I could hardly move, but I welcomed his immense penis rapaciously boring into me. Everyone had left after getting their night's worth of kicks so we were alone in the room. He untied my ankles. There had been a lot to drink for the men. I was drunk in the filth of raw passion, lust for niggers.
Floyd had a more gentle approach than the others, but it was what I needed after the assaults by Fred and Jim and Jerome and the others. He fucked me for a long time like that while we were alone. And the things he said-so strange, different, and soothing. I felt peculiarly good enjoying the way he used me, so easily.
"I like it this way," he talked while he continued his slow, long strokes with a prick that was only light brown, but so huge. "I don't mind being the last. I seen you come in. I knew what you was after. I can tell a hustler, those blonde honkies know a nigger'll pay 'em a price for their lousy ass no white man wants no more. You-you a rich goddamn married woman huntin' black stuff. I see it in your eyes, in the way you walk in that place and set at the bar.
"You wanted it bad and you wanted it rough, and you got it, and now you're tired and sore. You got over your big nigger kick. You like it ... like it slow ... like Floyd do. Ye-ah-ah ... slow fuckin'. I like to slow fuck you white gals. After what you been through with them mothers, this feel real good to you, don't it?"
I nodded that it did as I relaxed and enjoyed the ride, and he went on talking. "But you gonna get the biggest kick yet from Floyd. Floyd's easy now, and it feel good. Mmmmmm-hmmmm, I feel them juices comin' back. You gettin' creamy again."
He was so right. My pain and soreness were disappearing. I was breathing heavier after having been relaxed and docilely enjoying the slow motion of his 'slow fuck'. He was going faster, and I was pushing myself up to meet him. He was getting more aggressive. His talk wash t slow and soothing anymore, but hard and vicious-nigger talk.
"The hotter it gets the better it gets, baby! Get hot! C'mon, white trash, get hot!"
"Oh ... yes! YES! I cried out. My entire feelings and desperate needs were renewed. "Fuck me, nigger! Fuck my ass!"
"Ahhh! You like that, eh, baby? Goddamn!" he shouted at me, his eyes blazing with a new viciousness and raw, naked lust. I honestly didn't know what he meant, didn't realize what I'd said.
Floyd pulled his long, wide penis out of me, dripping with my juices. I was puzzled. But when he turned me over and pulled my rear end up to meet him, then I knew! I protested and screamed at him not to do it. His only response was a cruel laugh. He began to slap my bottom until I was so inflamed, incensed and impassioned that I seemed to care about nothing.
He pulled away from me for a moment and went into the bathroom, and returned with some towels and the mirror that had been hanging above the cheap old lavatory in the bathroom. I was still in the dog position on my elbows and knees, I wanted it that badly. He put the mirror on the bed beneath me so that he could peer to my side and see himself entering me and see my open sex parts below. The towels he just put on the bed to one side.
"Please, Floyd, be easy. Don't ... oh ... oh, you goddamn nigger, goddamn fucker, shit black nigger!" I started screaming uncontrollably. With his hand he was smearing my juices from my vulva to my anus and also rubbing it all over his big penis. "All right, nigger! Fuck me in the ass! God on! You're afraid to!" I screamed.
Floyd certainly wasn't afraid, but I wanted him to hurry. My insides were crying out for his prick. It felt empty without it. How would I be able to go back to my home and deny myself this euphoria of black cock? He pressed the head of it against my asshole and let it slide around. He was so hard and yet the head was sliding softly until it finally went inside a little bit. It was an indescribable sensation. He laughed cruelly again, but insulted me in a whisper. "You white honky, blonde ass bitch! I love your old man ta see me right now with you! Goddamn, he'd shit! He'd kill your ass!"
I admitted, "Yes, he would-but fuck me, nigger!" He pushed a little further into my rectum. It hurt terribly but I wanted it there, and deeper. He put both hands beneath me at my crotch as he pushed in more until I could hardly take it. I was crying. He kept twisting around to look at it in the mirror and it made me want to see too, but I couldn't. What he was looking at was my open slit. He had the lips pulled apart until they hurt, and he was agitating the clitoris with his finger.
"You gonna come best tonight," he told me, panting hard as he spoke, breathing heavy on my back. "Feel the rhythm, get it good. We gonna come together. When ... you feels me gettin' deeper, and deeper, I gonna yell out and scream like nobody you ever heard in your life. And you, you gonna come ... come a long time and start peein'. You pee then. It'll feel good and natural, you'll see."
When he came, still fingering my clitoris, he began to cry out and yell like a madman. He split my anus, but not the sphincter muscle, thank god. I was a madwoman, a woman possessed. I was coming and urinating; pissing all over the mirror! I bent my head and looked at the mirror as it lay flat on the bed ... and then I saw blood, and fainted.
Floyd saw that I got home in a cab, somehow. Then I managed to bathe myself for over an hour, scrubbing myself clean of nigger debauchment, perfuming myself. I drank another half bottle of scotch and took a sleeping pill. When my daughter awoke me the next morning I nearly panicked. But it was all right. My children had arrived home the previous evening and simply assumed I had retired early. Actually, between the scotch and the sleeping pill (which I later discovered had been two pills, not one) and the exhaustion, I slept from noon Sunday to Seven a.m. Monday.
Three times-I've been back to that same place. Three times since then have I gone through much the same ordeal. Sometimes I simply find a Negro cab driver downtown, and I asked him if he wants to fuck me. I'm usually so drunk on scotch that I don't mind if one turns me down. I just try another one. I don't like trying to pick up just any Negro on the street because they don't all have the ... the knack, the experience, the 'soul'. I have phone numbers of several Negro men, but I've tried them and they're too much like white people. They have nice places, their own apartments, good, clean, easy jobs.
I have to initiate, but I want the man to be brutal, rapacious. Those who are afraid of me, who leave me alone if I holler instead of charging harder, they leave me alone. The black militants on the other hand, tend to scare me, although I did once go to one of their headquarters and had a 'night of rape' with two of the blackest, meanest niggers I've ever seen.
I still have the compulsion to go there, to go to those places where I can find the filthy nigger men who want my blonde ass. I still do it first chance I get, as soon as my husband is out the door. I leave the kids somewhere and make up some story. They're getting flimsier now. I'm more careless. I don't care anymore, though. I just want black cock. I don't care who knows. Oh dear, that's why I'm here, doctor. I need help. Please help me with my problem.
