Most people are fascinated by the topic of pedophilia, or sexual relations with children and teenagers, but know little about the fascinating phenomenon. It is a practice that has been common since the beginning of recorded history and it grows more prevalent with every passing year.
Perhaps our sexual revolution has caused the explosion of the phenomenon. Girls and boys are introduced to sex at a far earlier age than at any time in history. They learn about sex in school and from one another after school. By the time they are in high school they are experienced lovers, having run the gamut of sexual practices.
Many older men find that they are increasingly attracted to young girls. Married men find that they are no longer satisfied with their wives, that their desires tend toward ever younger girls. Many a marriage has come to grief as a result of such desires on the husband's part.
The man will search for a young mistress and usually be able to succeed. With his years of experience it will be easy for him to seduce an adolescent girl, but often he will find that his problems have only begun. He will be obsessed with the girl, unable to stay away from her.
Then the man will seek an even younger partner, perhaps a girl just past puberty. Here seduction will be more difficult but he will not be willing to abandon his quest for lustful satisfaction. Now the desire has become an obsession, one that he will not be able to rid himself of easily.
Women too are subject to this passion and often it is even easier for a bored housewife to find herself a young lover, a boy who is far more virile and passionate than her tired husband. In such cases, the results are unpredictable. Anything can happen in that kind of situation.
The following book is a series of case studies aimed at helping the general public understand the nature of pedophilia It is hoped that the adult reader will find it instructive as well as stimulating and exciting.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Robert T.
Age: Thirty-two
INTERVIEW ONE
Robert came to my office without referral, explaining that he lived in the neighborhood and had read about my work in a local newspaper. I invited him to sit down and tell me why he had come to seek my professional assistance.
Robert, a tall, soft-spoken, rather good-looking man, was thirty-two years of age at the time of our first meeting. He was unmarried and told me that he had always been shy and nervous around women. I found that somewhat difficult to believe, but eventually took his word for it.
I soon discovered that Robert earned his living as a teacher at the local junior high school. He had been teaching for nine years, since his graduation from college, and said that he was content with his career, or at least had been until quite recently.
I asked Robert a few general questions, but he seemed to have something weighing heavily on his mind. We continued our conversation for a few more minutes, but he was so nervous and preoccupied that I learned little from him, despite the fact that he was rather articulate.
I asked Robert to lie down on the couch and tell me what specific problem had brought him to my office. It seemed that there was no other way for us to make progress, even though I usually try to learn more about my patients before plunging directly into their personal problems.
Robert reclined on the couch, relaxed for a few minutes, and then told his story as follows.
* * *
Doctor, I'm rather humiliated at having to tell you these things, but please bear with me. I know that I'm not crazy, but I've begun to have my doubts of late. I've gotten involved in something that I thought could never happen to me, something that is likely to ruin my career.
As I've told you, I've been a teacher since getting out of college nine years ago. I guess I've wanted to be a teacher all my life. I don't get along that well with people since I've always been shy, but children are a different story. I guess I'm at my best in the classroom since children can't intimidate me the way other adults do.
Anyway, I'm considered a pretty good teacher by the kids as well as my cohorts. I'm not at all strict in the classroom, but the children respect my fairness. I don't drive them too hard, but I always get results, which is rather gratifying to me, as you might well imagine.
The reward for my competence has been that I've been put in charge of some of the more difficult students in the school. The principal had suggested that we form a special class of the troublemakers, but I had refused, saying that it would only make it worse to isolate these disturbed children from the others, those who are better adjusted.
So, we divided up the problem children and I must admit that it turned out to be a pretty good idea. There were about five of these unfortunate children in each class and for the first part of the school year I found that I was making very good progress with them.
It was nothing exciting or earth-shattering but I was quite proud of my ability to get these children to come to school and take some interest in their studies. Most of them had been given up as lost by the rest of the staff, but I demonstrated that there was still hope for most of them.
It's not easy handling kids like this, but the reward of getting somewhere with them is ample consolation for me. I would take a personal interest in them whenever possible, often staying late after school to help with their homework and to talk to them about their problems.
In a situation like that you have to take things as they come, not permitting yourself to expect miracles. It comes down to a matter of personalities and sometimes you succeed with the child and sometimes you don't. It would be foolish to expect to succeed in every case.
Well, like I said, some of the kids responded to me and others didn't. Sure, I wanted to do well with all of them but I soon discovered that it was impossible. In any case, there were always a few children who seemed totally immune to my help and advice, children who would not allow themselves to be reached, no matter how hard I tried to do so.
It's strange, but I always have done a lot better with the boys than the girls. I guess I don't understand girls that well or maybe I'm a little frightened of them, but in any case, it was a little frustrating not to be able to get as close to the girls as I wanted.
There was one girl in particular who was a source of constant frustration to me. Her name was Jennifer Barnes and she is now fourteen years old, having been left back twice. Jennifer was a strange girl and I suppose I knew I was going to have trouble with her right off the bat.
I used to pay particular attention to Jennifer but she refused to respond. She would neglect her studies, ignore me in class, and do pretty much whatever she wanted. After a while I decided that I would have to be stronger with her, take a more disciplinary approach.
I talked to Jennifer a few times but realized she had no intention of cooperation with me. No, she would listen to my words, nod her head and then go back to doing the same things that had annoyed me in the first place. All in all, it became quite uncomfortable for both of us.
Probably it would have been smarter for me to have her transferred to another class, but I was unwilling to admit defeat. The worst thing about it was that Jennifer was such an intelligent and lovely little creature, a girl who seemed to have no reason for her behavior problems.
After a while, I forgot about how high she had scored on the intelligence tests and began to think of her as an adversary. I had no reason to believe she was influencing the other children against me but more and more I could not banish the thought from my mind. She was getting in the way of all my efforts to help the others, I decided.
I decided to keep Jennifer after school one day, to confront her directly with my accusations. She stayed late and I made her sit at her desk for a few minutes while I finished some of my paper work. For once in my life I was going to be forced to come on like a disciplinarian.
Well, it didn't work out that way at all. I don't want to give you all the gory details, but we sat down to have a talk together and she did not cooperate with me at all. It was hard to get a word out of the bitter little girl and when I did, I was almost sorry I had asked.
Jennifer had a chip on her shoulder right from the first. I could see that she distrusted all adults in a position of power, thought of them as a direct threat to her. I tried to correct the impression and then I found out what was really on the lovely young girl's mind.
I can hardly remember how Jennifer seduced me, but that's not the important thing. The fact is that it happened and that's what has brought me to your office. No, this is certainly the first time I've ever been sexually involved with one of my students, to say the very least.
Well, we were sitting together and I noticed for the first time how beautiful Jennifer had grown that year. She was tall for her age, and a year older than the other children anyway. Her body had begun to develop rather rapidly and I suppose I found her sexually attractive from the first.
In any case, I couldn't take my eyes off her as we were talking and then she noticed it as well. Before I knew what was happening, she was sitting next to me, looking me straight in the eye, practically inviting me to take her into my arms and seduce her.
I tried to hold myself back but soon found that it was impossible to do so. She was so beautiful, with that hard little body and defiant little face, that I was putty in her hands. I grabbed the girl and held her close to me, knowing all the while how much trouble I was going to get into. But, as I said, I just couldn't stop myself.
Jennifer cooperated fully with me for the first time since I had met her. She rested in my arms and then let me kiss her full on the lips. It became obvious to me in a matter of seconds that I was not the first man who had kissed her, that she was quite experienced for a girl of fourteen.
In any case, we were kissing and then I started to play with her tits. They were so hard and firm and shapely that I felt my prick starting to get stiff immediately. There was no turning back at that state of the game. Now was the time when I had to make my move.
I continued kissing and grabbing at Jennifer and then she did something that knocked me for a loop. Just as I was getting her undressed she pulled away from me and removed her blouse and brassiere by herself. I was surprised by that but I had a much bigger shock in store for me.
There I was, staring at the girl's saucy face and magnificent little body, when she suddenly went down on her knees before me, grabbing directly for my fly. I then realized what was going to happen between us, but I was past the point of being able to do a thing about it.
Well, I sat down in my chair and let her open my zipper. Jennifer worked quite calmly and skillfully as if she had done it a thousand times before. In no time at all, she had my prick in her soft hands and was massaging it vigorously until I started to swell up and get hard.
She took my prick and rubbed it back and forth between her palms, pulling the loose skin of the collar back and forth over the swelling head. Then she let go of my prick for a few minutes. I thought she was going to stop and leave me flat but that was not on her mind at all. No, Jennifer merely had bigger and better things in store for me that day.
In any case, I watched with silent fascination as she held my prick in her right hand and guided it slowly but surely toward her gaping mouth. First she kissed my prick a few times and then she parted her lips a little wider, letting the thick tube glide right into her dripping little mouth.
I sat back in the chair and abandoned myself completely to her ardent caresses, knowing that I had gone too far to back down at that stage of the game. I was in for it now. My passion had risen to the point where I could no longer control it. I was going to have to let her suck me off to completion.
Well, the girl soon showed me that she knew how to suck cock, that I had not been the first to invade her talented mouth. She took my cock and swallowed a good six inches of it, so that only the very last part of it remained outside her clinging lips and straining throat.
Then I felt her tongue starting to go to work on me. Jennifer was sucking me off every bit as skillfully as a mature woman and the sight of that beautiful, innocent face was enough to drive me out of my mind with lust. I could have shot my load on the spot, I think, but I held my passion in check, for as long as I possibly could.
She was sucking me off with such skill that I could hardly believe it. Jennifer had a way of bouncing her head up and down on my cock like a machine, not fearing �hat it was penetrating all the way into her throat. She had a technique that could not be resisted for very long.
Well, after that, things got really frantic. Jennifer was squeezing my balls with one hand and using the other to jerk off my prick, while her tongue and lips continued to drive me wild with desire. I could hardly wait to rear back and fill her clinging mouth with a huge shot of come.
Jennifer bit into my prick a lot but the pain was never great enough to negate the intense pleasure she was bringing me. I was sweating heavily by that point, feeling that I had never enjoyed sex quite that much before. It had been a long time since I had last gotten laid and I guess I had a whole lot of passion stored up within me.
It was really something to look down at Jennifer and see how she was sucking my cock with such intense concentration. Her lips were stretched out of shape from taking me in but that never slowed her down for a second. No, she knew what she wanted and knew just how to get it.
After a few minutes, she spit my prick out of her mouth and started to jerk me off again. I guess she had decided that she needed a little rest but didn't want my passion to flag in the interim. Believe me, the way she was licking my cock and balls that was not very likely to occur.
I just sat there and looked down at her smooth little face as she licked my cock. She would start down at the base, letting her tongue come into contact with my balls and then she would wrap her tongue around my prick, moving it from the base all the way up to the sensitive purple head.
Anyway, I couldn't hold up long under that kind of pressure, as you might well imagine. I found that I was getting closer and closer to orgasm, so I grabbed the little sexpot by the hair and tried to drag her head back into position by main force. I wanted to hurry up and shoot my load of come right into her clinging, talented mouth.
Jennifer smiled up at me and took my prick directly into her mouth. It felt great to have her sucking me off again, even if I knew it would all be over in a couple of seconds. She was so good with her mouth that I just couldn't resist her any longer, sad to say.
In any case, she really pulled out all stops at that stage of the game, sucking me off as if there would be no tomorrow. She was now able to swallow just about the full length of my prick, something that few older women have ever been able to accomplish, long and thick as I am.
But Jennifer wouldn't become intimidated. She just kept working on my cock with every possible combination of lips, tongue and teeth, evidently knowing just what to expect. I guess she had done it all before and could hardly wait to swallow my come.
Well, I began to feel the come moving up from my balls and then I knew I could hold out no longer. I shoved my prick into Jennifer's mouth for the last time and then let it explode inside her. I could feel my muscles contracting violently as I was finally able to satisfy my passion.
It felt great to have my balls emptied at last and Jennifer downed the stuff like it was milk honey and cream. She would not let me remove my prick from her mouth until she had licked it clean and downed every last drop of my rich salty fluids. She was really an incredible little mistress.
After that I came to my senses and ordered Jennifer to get dressed and go home. I wanted to fuck her more than anything else in the world but I realized that I had to think things over first. It was a horrible thing I had done and I would be lucky to stay out of jail as a result.
She dressed quickly and left without saying a word. I put my own clothes in order and then locked up before heading home. I was more confused that I had ever been in my life.
* * *
I listened to Robert's story and thought about it for a few seconds before answering. It seemed to me that he was indeed in a most uncomfortable position, one that would not be easy to extricate himself from.
I asked Robert if it was the first time he had ever become sexually involved with one of his students and he insisted that it was. I took him at his word and then asked a couple of questions in order to learn a little more about him.
Robert was so upset from what he had told me that I was able to learn little about him. I could tell that he was a serious and sincere man who had been totally demoralized by his affair with the young girl. I was going to have to do something to help the unfortunate man.
Then I decided that we had gone far enough for a single session. I sent Robert home for the day and made another appointment with him for the following week.
INTERVIEW TWO
Robert came to my office directly from work, still carrying his books. He sat down on the couch and waited for me to ask him some questions, looking nervous and guilt ridden. I decided that I would try to find out something of his family background.
Robert told me that he was the only child of over protective parents, people who had shielded him from the world from the time he was old enough to walk. They had made sure that he would turn into a shy and insecure person even though they had meant nothing but good in the way they had chosen to hide their son from the real world.
Thus, he had had no privacy from his parents until it was time to leave for teacher's college. By that point the damage had been done and Robert was so insecure that his sex life was practically nil. I nodded as he told me all this, having figured out much of it in advance.
I asked Robert to lay down on the couch and tell me what had happened during his next meeting with Jennifer. He then told his story in the following words:
* * *
I was actually afraid to go to school the next day, Doctor, but I knew that I had to do it, to maintain my self-respect if nothing else. If I stayed home Jennifer would know why and that would make things even worse for me. No, I could not afford to be a coward about what I had done.
That day turned out to be one of the slowest and most agonizing of my life. I didn't know if I wanted Jennifer to show up or not. My body was hungering for the little beauty but I knew that I was going to get in a lot of trouble if I continued to see her after school.
Well, she did show up that day and I began to wonder if she would be willing to stay after class with me. I looked at her and tried to catch her eye, but Jennifer just sat much quieter than usual, frustrating me and driving me out of my mind with suspense.
In any case, she did stay after school, fooling around with her books when the other children left. I was amazed that she could be that cool about things but that was not really what was on my mind. No, all I could think of was my lust for this strange little beauty.
She came right over to my desk and asked me if I wanted to fuck her, something that shocked me. I guess I couldn't let myself believe that she was going to go all the way with me, even after she had gone so far the first time. But Jennifer was full of surprises, as I soon discovered.
I tried to talk to her a little but I was frustrated by that as well. She answered my questions but I could see that she thought we were wasting our time talking. She wanted to fuck me and it was as simple as that. She knew that we couldn't stay too late together so the little sexpot wanted to get right down to business with me.
Well, I found that I was actually shy about trying to seduce her. Under ordinary circumstances nothing like this could have happened to me but none of my usual categories seemed to be able to comprehend her or her actions. No, I couldn't ask any questions if I wanted to have some fun with her.
We sat down together and then I realized that I might as well try to get her to fuck. I could have put it off for another day but that would have done nothing but make me even more frustrated. I had to fuck her or I never would have been able to come back to school again.
In any case, I got up from where I was sitting and took the beautiful little slut directly into my arms. She didn't struggle with me at all, even though she knew that this time I would not be satisfied with just a blow-job. No, I was going to slip the meat to that little sexpot or die in the attempt.
Fortunately, she did not give me a hard time at all. She let me kiss her and feel her hard little tits for a while and then she pushed me away so that she could start to undress. I kept my eyes riveted to her body, amazed that any female could put me into such a state.
It took her but a few minutes to get out of her clothes. I stared at her body long and hard, amazed at how fully developed she was for a girl of fourteen. Her body was right in between that of a child and that of a woman, which drove me out of my mind with lust.
Well, she stood naked before me and there was nothing to do but get out of my own clothes as quick as I could. I felt ashamed of the way I was taking advantage of a young girl but I could not control my passion. I had to fuck her and I knew that she wanted to fuck too, which made things a little easier on my conscience.
Now we were both naked and ready to begin our sexual explorations. I held her close to me and relished the feel of her incredibly sleek skin next to my body. She sighed with lust as I started to kiss her and then I knew it was foolish to waste another second before fucking her.
I grabbed the girl by her slender wrists and dragged her over to my desk, the largest piece of furniture in the room. She followed me docilely enough and I could hardly wait to lay her down and fuck her. For all I knew the girl was still a virgin, even if that didn't seem too likely. It didn't matter though, hot and horny as I was.
She lay on the desk and I went to work on those magnificent tits, squeezing them with my hands and then going down with my hungry mouth. It felt so great to have her beneath me getting every bit as stimulated as I.
I sucked on her nipples until the rosy stars had turned hard and red and puckered under my ministrations. She was amazingly sensitive to me and then I knew for sure that the girl could not be a virgin. No, she had done it before and I could fuck her without fear.
I let go of her tits and then looked down at my prick which was already in a full erection. It would have been fun to have her suck me off again for a few minutes but I couldn't trust myself. I wanted to fuck her and I had to get right down to it, then and there.
She lay down and parted her legs for me and I shoved one of my fingers into her pussy. She was dripping wet and ready to be taken but I wanted to get her good and hot first so that she would enjoy fucking. I was already thinking of the future trying to get on her good side.
I fingered her for a few minutes and then I was ready to bring out the heavy artillery. Jenny lay back on the desk, kicking my papers off the side and smiled up at me to signal that she was ready to begin. It was the moment I had been waiting for all day.
I climbed on top of Jennifer and worked my cock into position with my right hand. At that point she clammed up completely, not saying a word. I guess she was as excited about the whole thing as I was, which was saying quite a bit for the girl's passion and capacity for lust.
I was on top of her and then my prick started to slide into her well lubricated little slit. It was amazing how tight and commodious she was at the same time. I had a little trouble entering her at first but then my cock began to slide in and out quite easily.
I worked it in ever deeper until I had managed to shove it in up to the hilt. Jennifer never complained for a moment although I knew that my big cock must have been making her uncomfortable. She just lay there stationary, waiting for me to turn her on with my cock.
I was more than willing to oblige the little sexpot, to say the very least. I began to hump her slowly and carefully, letting my prick remain buried in her twat. After a while I could feel her getting wet and then she finally began to respond to me. Right then and there I knew we were going to have a hell of a good time together that day.
It felt great to have my prick inside her but I wanted to bring Jennifer to orgasm as quickly as I could. It was the only way I could be sure that I was pleasing the girl, something that had become quite important to me. I started to bring variety to my strokes trying to find the thing that would get her to react best.
It turned out to be quite easy to figure out what she liked. I buried my cock to the hilt and started to move it slowly around inside her, as if I were churning butter. That created an incredible amount of friction inside her narrow canal, but she took it in stride.
I was getting worked up myself but found that I could control my passion. It was great to turn on the little sexpot and now that I had found her secret I did all sorts of other things to increase her pleasure. I knew that I had her in the palm of my hand thereafter.
I raised myself up slightly so that I could get to her hard little tits, something that drove me wild with desire. I sucked them into my mouth again, this time being none too gentle with her. She had shown she could take anything I dished out.
Then I knew I had her just where I wanted her. Jennifer began to sweat heavily, heaving herself back and forth over the top of the desk, squeezing my cock with her strong pussy muscles as if she wanted to tear the big thing off. I knew she would be coming very soon.
I let go of her tits and started to fuck her a little harder and faster, as she moaned with lust and tried to help herself along the way to her orgasm. Then I shoved my prick all the way into her hole, letting her come at her own pace.
Jennifer screaming out her passion so loud it made me fearful we would be heard. But we were all alone in the school. The only one around would be the janitor, and he was so old and feeble that he would never know what was happening between us.
Jennifer finally managed to come and I knew that I had won the battle. She had a tremendous orgasm for a girl that young, clamping down on my prick and writhing on the desk so that it was difficult to keep my prick inside her quivering pussy.
But I held fast, pinning her down and not letting her move a muscle until her orgasm was over. Afterwards, I rested trying to catch my breath before beginning a final assault. It was not going to take me very long to get my own rocks off. Besides, she was still fucking, still with it.
Well, I began to fuck and found that my passion had not abated. My whole body felt alive as it had not had before, so much so that I thought I would go out of my mind from lust. I knew that a few more strokes were going to bring me over the verge.
I was becoming increasingly surprised at Jennifer's reaction. It was as if I were the young and inexperienced partner and she the teacher, reversing our roles completely.
I raised myself up onto my outstretched arms and thus concentrated all the weight of my body on my throbbing cock. It felt great to have her pinned to the desk like that, knowing that she could not move an inch. It was a feeling of power that was very deceptive however, since she had my number and knew it perfectly well.
In any case, I was getting more and more aroused, so much so that I knew I could not hold back much longer. I lowered myself back down onto her body and noticed that her cunt was beginning to dry out. That created even more friction to the point where I began to come against my will, no longer able to hold out.
I fucked as hard and as violently as I could, figuring that it would all be over soon. My balls felt like they were going to explode from the amount of come I had been storing up.
Then I shoved my prick in for the last time and felt it explode inside my beautiful little mistress. She closed her eyes as I started to shoot but I kept staring at her, unable to ignore her gently quivering flesh. Yes, I was having the time of my life with this little blonde.
After I finished coming I stayed inside her for a few more minutes, letting my erection wilt slowly. When I had lost all my stiffness I drew my cock out which by now was chafed and sore. I wondered how the girl was going to react.
To my surprise, Jennifer got up and dressed immediately. She told me that she had to hurry home for dinner, lest her parents suspect that something was amiss. I wanted to fuck again but I realized she was being the wiser of us two.
We parted and I was left to walk home alone, wondering how and why I had let myself get involved with her.
* * *
I listened to Robert's story and then began to ask him questions immediately. I wanted to know how the girl saw their affair, whether she considered herself the innocent victim or had some motive for seducing him. I figured this was as good a time to ask as any.
Robert told me that as far as he could tell, the girl had no ulterior motive in going to bed with him. She had not asked for any favors, any of the things a girl might when she had a man in a compromising position. No, Jennifer seemed to go to bed with my patient for the sheer physical joy of the act.
I asked him if the frustration which had caused him to start an affair with a nubile child/woman was continuing. As I had expected, Robert confessed that his sex life was nil, that he still had not got over the timidity his parents had imbued in him, making it impossible for him to approach a woman.
I told Robert that he would have to find some way to improve his sex life. The school year would be ending soon which would allow him to get away from the girl, but it seemed to me that he was likely to fall into the same trap again now that he had seen it was possible to do so.
I dismissed Robert for the day and he thanked me for listening.
INTERVIEW THREE
Robert arrived at my office at the specified time, coming directly from school again. He seemed to be in a far better mood this time and I had the feeling that he had worked out some sort of reconciliation with himself. At first I turned the conversation to more general matters, but after a while he grew impatient and interrupted me repeatedly.
Robert told me that he had taken my advice to heart, started to see if it was impossible for him to approach a woman. He had managed to meet another teacher, a woman who seemed quite receptive to his advances. I congratulated Robert but warned him not to expect too much from a single relationship.
Then I decided that I wanted to hear more about Robert's affair with his student. I asked him to lie down and tell me more. Robert reclined and continued his tale:
* * *
Doctor, it seems almost wasteful to talk about it now, but I guess you know what you're about. I mean I don't ever want to see Jennifer again, but so far I haven't been able to get rid of her. I guess I'll have to wait out the school year to do that.
She's going to graduate and go on to high school after this semester so I suppose I'll never see her again, which will be good for both of us. I suppose shell go on fucking but at least it will be out of my hands.
I didn't see Jennifer for the next few days since I had various functions to attend. Our separation should have made me come to my senses, but nothing of the sort actually happened. The longer we were away from one another the more I found she was on my mind.
One day I was able to see her again and I guess I knew exactly what was going to happen. I mean we had gone as far as two people can and it was only natural that I would want to fuck her again. As I've said, we had a good time together the first time we fucked.
Jennifer asked why I hadn't seen her over the last couple of days and I explained to her feeling quite guilty about the whole thing. Already she was beginning to make demands asking me why I couldn't spend more time with her. My situation was becoming progressively more uncomfortable and I knew I would have to end it somehow.
She and I talked to each other for a few minutes longer but I knew what was on her mind. I had turned her on in bed and now she wanted more from me. Unfortunately my own feelings were pretty similar even though I should have been the one to have the strength to end our affair.
After a few minutes I realized that I might as well go ahead and fuck her. She was sitting there not saying a word, looking at me with her big evil eyes, waiting for me to make the first move. I found that I could hardly wait to strip the little cunt to the skin again.
I took her in my arms and started to kiss the little sexpot, knowing that was just what she wanted. She smiled up at me and then did not say another word for the duration of our sex play. It was downright spooky the way sex dominated the girl's entire life at the age of fourteen.
It didn't take long to strip for action. There was no longer any mystery in our relationship but I still found her the most attractive female I had ever met. There was something about the girl that drove me out of my mind with desire.
She stood naked and I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I had never really eaten out her pussy although I had wanted to from the start. Now that we were more used to one another I figured that I could introduce cunnilingus into our sexual repertoire.
I lay Jenny down on the desk and told her to relax for a few minutes. My cock was already rock hard, so I didn't have to worry about that. No, I was just going to eat her out for a few minutes, until she got warmed up. Then I would be able to fuck her, hopefully for the last time.
Jennifer didn't give me a hard time at all about eating out her fragrant fuck box. She lay back and closed her eyes, looking almost as though she were asleep. I got up onto the desk with her and then moved my body down into position so that I could get at her cunt with no difficulty.
Then I wedged my head between the girl's legs, marveling at the smoothness of her thighs. I could smell her pussy now and wasted no time in going straight for the clitoris. I licked around the area carefully and then noted with delight that the little pink organ was beginning to peep out from under its fleshy protective hood.
Excited as I was, I took my time about eating out Jennifer's pussy. It was late in the day and I was feeling tired and drawn, too much so to enjoy fucking. As long as that was the case, I figured it would be best to turn her on with my mouth and then split up for the present.
To that effect, I protruded my tongue and used it to best advantage. Jennifer's clitoris turned out to be surprisingly large and prominent, and it was easy to hold it between my teeth, not hurting the girl but keeping her off balance and giving her something to think about.
I brushed my tongue back and forth over her clit, delighted at the way it would fill up with blood, turning hard as a rock and a dark red in color. I flicked my tongue back and forth over the little thing and soon enough my passionate mistress began to react to my caresses.
That was just what I needed to get myself moving even faster. I let go of her clit after a while and noticed that her cunt was beginning to overflow working double time at this stage. Yes, I had her just where I wanted her and now I was going to shove my tongue right into her dripping vulva.
I moved my head away from her clitoris and then parted her labia with my hands. She seemed to know just what I was going to do, spreading her thighs as far apart as they would go and making things easy for me. I could hardly wait to bring the little hellcat to orgasm.
I forced my tongue deeper into her vulva. Jennifer was moaning with lust at this point, wrapping her fingers in my hair and trying to force my entire head into her twat. I took my time wanting it to last as long as possible.
I worked slowly into her pussy and then the sweet taste was enough to turn me on. I've eaten a few twats in my time, but none like Jennifer's. She was warm and tight and delicious, with a flavor that balanced between sweetness and salinity.
After that I gave in and shoved my tongue all the way into her pussy. Jennifer grunted with relief and let go of my head for a few minutes. She knew that I was going to turn her on so she just relaxed and let me work at my own pace. I knew that she would come in a matter of moments.
By this time I had changed my position so that I was crouching at one end of the desk. Jennifer had her legs thrown over my shoulders which made it even easier for me to get my tongue into her. She looked amazingly beautiful in that helpless position.
I reached up and played with her tits, knowing that that would turn her on all the more. Jennifer was practically drowning me in pussy juice, but I swallowed as quickly as she produced it and knew I had the battle won. It was nice to have her in my hands like that, depending on me completely for sexual gratification.
I worked on her tits while eating her pussy, squeezing the soft globes until the nipples had popped up in my hands. She seemed to love everything I was doing to her and now she was grinding her ass into the desk, squirming around so that I could hardly hold onto her anymore.
After a spell, I slipped my hand under her ass and lifted her so that my tongue could get into her more easily. I worked my fingers around until one of them started to slip into her asshole, the one part of her body that was still a mystery to me.
She didn't like it at first but soon she was able to get used to it. She had an incredibly tight little hole and I vowed to myself that I was going to cornhole her at the next possible opportunity. I had the feeling that she would like that.
But for the meantime I resigned myself to switching my tongue from cunt to asshole for a few minutes. I held her up off the desk and it was easy to get my tongue into the narrow orifice. She started to moan and groan again to the point where I knew I was turning her on. It seemed that there was nothing I could do that didn't please her.
I ate out her asshole for a few minutes and then shoved my tongue back into her pussy. By this time she was close to release, so I redoubled my efforts, shooting my tongue in and out of her dripping hole so fast that I actually began to get tired.
After that the rest was easy. Jennifer pushed herself up close to me and this time I shoved my tongue as far as it would go into her pussy. She was quite a large girl for her age but it was easy to get into her which made my work all the simpler. I could hardly wait to feel her juices starting to flood into my hungry mouth.
As it happened, she did not keep me waiting for too much longer. I started to shoot my tongue in faster and faster, using quick strokes that seemed to send a wave of fire through her magnificent little body. A few more strokes and I would have her melting in my mouth.
Then Jennifer finally began to shoot her load. I held her down, pressing against her pelvis and then shoved my tongue in for the last time. I kept my tongue buried in her soft tissues and then she responded by contracting her muscles and filling my mouth with sweet pussy juices.
I gulped down the fluids as fast as she could produce them and then we were done. I let her get off the table and dress and she then left. I guess that's about all that happened that day.
* * *
I told Robert that he had not told me anything particularly new but only showed me that it was imperative for him never to see the girl again. It might mean transferring to another job, which would be a small sacrifice, all things considered.
Robert agreed with me completely but insisted that he did not have to take that dramatic a step. He had already put in a request to change his schedule so that he would no longer have to take care of Jennifer's class. That would serve to separate them until the school year had ended.
Robert remained in my care for another six months, during which time he was able to forget about his young mistress. Once the school year ended he was in a far better mood, swearing to me that there would never be a recurrence of his passion for such a young girl.
He remained in my care, trying to date other women but having little success. I will dismiss Robert soon, but I fear he is in for a life of frustration and disappointment.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Subject: Carla M.
Age: 15
INTERVIEW ONE
Carla came to my office at her parents request. I knew the family slightly, although I had never met Carla before. I could tell as soon as she walked into my office that it was not going to be easy to win the girl's confidence, no matter how hard I tried to do so.
Carla was an attractive girl of fifteen, although she looked several years younger on first impression. She was rather short for her age, but her body was fully developed, something that I could tell immediately. She had a pretty face and an intelligent look in her eyes.
I invited her to sit down and tell me why she was not getting along with her parents. Her answer was as candid as it was startling. She told me in no uncertain terms that she had begun to go out with older men, something her parents were unable to tolerate.
It turned out that Carla was an only child, whose parents were rather old, both being in their fifties. She had been given everything she had wanted in her life and now had lost all respect for her parents as a result. I decided that there were other things I wanted to know about her.
As long as Carla had mentioned sex, I decided that we might as well make it a part of our discussion. I was surprised that such a young girl would have so much sexual experience but it was a fact that I could not deny. I asked Carla to lay down on the couch and tell me what was on her mind.
Carla still did not trust me, but she did as I said, telling her story in the following words:
* * *
Well, I guess no harm can come from telling you all this, as long as you promise not to let my parents in on the secret. I mean they don't understand me at all and it's been a long time since I've been able to confide in them. I guess you'll be quite interested in this, won't you?
I don't know, I guess I lost my virginity last year. It didn't mean too much to me at the time. I know and I knew even then that I might as well get it over with. That shit about waiting to get married just doesn't wash anymore, not with kids of my generation.
Anyway, I was fourteen at the time and figured that I might as well get on with it. My only problem was that I looked so young for my age, something that still applies, although now I know how to deal with it. But at the time it was a real problem finding a man who had the guts to ball me without worrying that I was jail bait.
Anyway, I used to hang around the college across town. Nobody bothered me there, since there are a lot of other kids around, but I began to be frustrated by the fact that none of the guys seemed to think I was worth picking up. There I was, ready to put out for the right guy and I couldn't get anyone to take me up on it.
But I was patient about the whole thing, taking it in stride. I used to sit around the school cafeteria and finally I managed to make friends with some of the students. It was easy enough to get my parents to allow me to go there, since they think education is so damned important.
Well, after a few weeks of that I was just about to give up and find some guy from high school to fuck me. I don't know that I really thought of it in those terms, but you know what I mean. I was old enough to fuck but I wanted to learn from somebody with more experience than myself.
Finally I met a guy who seemed a little more interested in me. His name was Jeff Roberts and he was a freshman at college, maybe eighteen or nineteen years old. He was a nice guy as well as being handsome and I knew that I was his for the asking whenever he wanted me.
Anyway, we used to hang around together and then he got the courage to ask me out on a date. That took a lot of planning on my part, owing to my parents, but finally I decided that I would come over to see him at his apartment the following Saturday afternoon.
The rest of the week went slowly for me but then it was time to see Jeff. I made some excuse about going to the library and then told my parents I would try to be home by early evening, supper time if at all possible. I could see that they were worried about me but too hesitant to ask any questions.
In any case, I took the bus over to his apartment and he was there waiting for me. The whole thing was a little uncomfortable at first and I think he was nervous about being with a girl so young. It was up to me to show him that he didn't have a thing in the world to worry about.
We sat down and had a talk and I guess I got to like Jeff better. He was a nice quiet guy, pretty serious about his school work and generally rather easy going. He didn't seem like much of a lady's man but I figured that he would still find me pretty attractive.
After a while I began to get impatient about waiting for him to make the first move. We had talked ourselves out and now we were just sitting around listening to music. I must have been thinking hard about him trying to fuck me and he must have gotten the vibes to account for his being so obviously nervous and uncomfortable.
I decided that I would take matters into my own hands. I had come to be fucked and he wasn't going to start on his own. I came over and sat next to him and asked if he had a girl friend. I figured that would turn the topic to sex, just as I wanted it.
He seemed surprised by the questions and told me that he didn't have any one special girl. I could see that he was one of those absent minded types of good looking men, the kind that are used to having women chase him. I knew then and there that time was wasting, that I had to get him to seduce me quickly or not at all.
I leaned against him and let my head loll on his shoulder. He seemed a little uncomfortable but then he finally started to act like a man about the whole thing. I was wearing a pretty nice outfit and made sure that he could see my legs as I moved closer to him on the couch.
After a few minutes he seemed to have made up his mind at long last. He held me close, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and then kissed me on the cheek. I felt insulted to be treated like a baby, so I tilted my head up and forced his lips to kiss me on the mouth.
After that things began to get better. He was kissing me hard now, trying to keep himself from going too far. At that time I didn't know too much about sex, or I would have found all sorts of ways to get him going.
But time was on my side, in more ways than one. Jeff was getting hot as he kissed me and I was being as quiet and passive as I could but did not feel I didn't want to scare him or get him nervous but I was beginning to get stimulated really for the first time in my life.
At that point I felt his hand grabbing for my tits and I knew I had won. I got up from the couch and started to undress myself, knowing now that he found me attractive.
He watched me undress and then started to get out of his own clothes. We hardly said a word but both of us knew what was going to happen. I didn't say anything about being a virgin having no desire to give him a chance to back out.
Then we were both naked and he invited me to come into the bedroom. He had a tiny apartment but I had come to like the place. It was warm and cozy and just the kind of place to make it with a guy. I guess that sounds like I'm bragging but it's what I was thinking.
After we were in the bedroom I found that I was no longer nervous about losing my virginity. It had been plaguing me for a long time and I was glad that somebody had come along and was going to make a woman of me. From what we had done already I knew I was going to like sex.
No, I hadn't had much experience with other boys, but that didn't make much difference. I mean I wasn't fighting against him so there was nothing to be uptight about. I guess I wanted to get right down to serious business, to get the whole thing done as quickly as possible.
Anyway, Jeff took me and laid me down on the bed. I could see that his prick was already beginning to harden. I knew a little about sex and that told me that he was all ready for me. I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to him completely, knowing that my virginity was a thing of the past.
Jeff lay down with me and started to play with my tits, something that made me nervous. It turned me on and made me uncomfortable at the same time, if you know what I mean. I guess I was really nervous even though I was anxious to be fucked.
Jeff lowered his head and started sucking on my nipples, which responded to him in a matter of seconds. I had played with my tits and cunt before of course so I knew what was going to happen to me. Yes, I guess I've masturbated a lot in my life, even though I don't have to any more.
In any case, Jeff continued to work on me, feeling me up with one hand and using the other to work on my pussy. It felt great to have him turning me on like that and I was finally able to ignore my nervousness. I just lay there and prepared myself for what I knew would follow.
Then Jeff shoved a pillow under my ass and prepared to fuck. I stopped him for a minutes, reaching directly for his prick. I had never been with a naked man before and I wanted to learn a little something about his body before I let him fuck me. I was having a good time but I still wanted to put things off for another few minutes.
So I grabbed his prick and started to play with it, pulling the skin back and forth over the head. Soon the big thing was so hard that I couldn't do it anymore. I decided that I might as well try to blow him for a few minutes before he fucked me, just to see if I could do it.
I changed my position so that his prick was facing me directly and then I started to kiss it. It felt nice to have the big thing hammering away at my lips, so good that I opened my mouth and sucked it in. I knew that I could delay him only for a few moments.
He let me suck him off for a few minutes, but just as I was getting used to the new sensation, Jeff pulled his prick out of my mouth. This was it, I told myself. Now the handsome boy was going to climb on top of me and shove the long thick shaft into my body, penetrating my hymen and making me an un-virgin.
As you can see, I knew pretty much everything that was going to happen which made it all a lot easier. In any case, he got on top and started to work his cock into my labia. It felt all right for the first few inches but then it began to hurt.
I felt like the thing was much too big to be forced into my body, as if it were going to tear me in pieces. But he looked down at me with a smile on his face and leaned his weight forward, shoving his prick in up to the hilt in a single quick motion.
There was a momentary flash of pain but then it stopped hurting rather quickly. I was numb for a couple of minutes trying to feel what was happening inside my body, to the parts that I could not see. It felt like he was changing me around inside, which made me afraid.
I got over it rather quickly. Pain turned to pleasure, although I can't say exactly when it happened. I stopped worrying and then concentrated on the feel of his thick cock as it glided in and out of my pussy, slowly at first, but then faster and faster.
After a short time I decided that I liked it just fine. His prick didn't seem too big for me any longer, but a perfect length. He would strain forward and it would go almost all the way up my cunt but not quite. That seemed to get Jeff mad and he would lean all his weight into me until I could feel his cock banging into my womb.
That hurt me a little but it turned me on at the same time. I guess I was all ready to have my first orgasm, although of course I didn't really know it at the time. That was the thing, I didn't know anything. It was all so new and exciting that I felt overwhelmed with passion.
I guess most girls learn about sex a little at a time, but for me it came all at once. I had been kissed maybe a couple of times and had never been naked with a boy before I came to Jeff's apartment. Now, in the space of an hour I had done just about everything two people can do together.
My body began to react to his strokes even though I wasn't doing much but lay there and take it. I mean his cock was filling me so completely that I couldn't have moved much even if I had known how. After a while the friction got to me and I found I was ready for my first orgasm.
It came on kind of slow at first but then it took me completely by storm. One minute I was lying there feeling strange and then the next thing I knew I was groaning aloud, trying to drag even more of his big prick into me. I thought it was never going to end.
I felt all kinds of spasms happening inside my cunt, which was contracting completely out of my control. It kept up for a while, until I almost blacked out, and then it started to go away. I just continued to lay there trying to understand what had happened to me.
But Jeff was not willing to let me off the hook that easy. He had been having a good time fucking my narrow little cunt and I guess it made him feel good to know he had taken my virginity. In any case, he began to fuck me a lot harder and faster than before.
I started to move with him figuring that I ought to do something. He seemed to appreciate it but he was so hot and bothered that I couldn't know for sure. A few seconds later he had shoved his prick into me for the last time and I felt my pussy being flooded with come.
After that we lay there for a while, relaxing. I was pretty pooped out from fucking but I knew then and there that I had done the right thing in coming to Jeff's apartment. I had got just what I wanted, proof positive that sex was well worth my while.
Then I had to go home for supper, which was just as well considering how tired I was. I got dressed and kissed Jeff good-bye, saying that it would be better for him to let me go home alone. I didn't want to take the chance of his running into either of my parents.
When I got home everything was just like it had been before. My parents didn't have the slightest notion of what I had done. I knew that I could get away with anything.
* * *
Carla finished her story and I looked at her for quite a while afterwards before saying anything. I was shocked to hear such a young girl discussing sex so dispassionately, as if it meant almost nothing to her. I felt that I would have to be quite tactful with her.
I asked Carla what she got out of sex and she told me that she liked it on a physical level, but otherwise could not see what people found about it that was so devastating. She liked being with men but seemed not to get emotionally involved, something that was difficult to understand.
Carla went on to tell me how she had tired of her first lover after only a couple of weeks and had broken off with him almost immediately. She started to tell more about her sex life but I realized that it was time to call the session to a close. We had done enough for one day.
I thanked Carla for trusting me and assured her that her parents would know nothing of our conversations. She seemed reassured by that promise and then told me that she would be glad to come back and talk to me again.
We made an appointment for the following week and Carla promised that she would keep it.
INTERVIEW TWO
Carla arrived at my office having come directly from school. I asked her if she was interested in her school work and she said that basically it was something she could tolerate but not get enthusiastic about. She would go on to college to please her parents but for no other reason.
I then asked Carla a few questions about masturbation, something she herself had mentioned in our first interview. She did not want to talk about it at first but eventually I was able to prevail, by now having gained her confidence.
Carla told me that she had started masturbating at the age of eleven and had continued to do so until she began to have other sexual experiences. She had never had an orgasm while masturbating and felt that it was something that she had never really taken seriously.
I asked Carla to lay down on the couch and tell me more about her sexual experiences. She reclined, adjusted her clothes nervously and told the following story:
* * *
After I was seeing Jeff a couple of times I got tired of him, just as I told you last time. He was a nice enough guy but he didn't have very much imagination. Also he was so shy and quiet and weak that I found I could dominate him completely if I set my mind to it.
I wanted to know men who were stronger than I as well as being older and more experienced. Jeff didn't want me to go but I think that's only because he felt guilty about taking my cherry. In any case, I listened to his pleas and then told him I had already made up my mind.
The next couple of weeks I spent thinking over what had happened to me, trying to decide if there was anything I didn't yet understand. But sex had made a lot of things clear to me that had formerly been a mystery. I seemed to see it everywhere around me, if you know what I mean.
Everybody I ran into seemed to be on the make for one reason or the other. Girls used sex as a weapon, or maybe I should say as a reward. Even my own parents got into games like that, things that had always puzzled me before I lost my virginity. Now I could understand why people acted that way.
But as I came to understand all this I was sure that I had to be different. I mean it seemed so foolish to lay all that other stuff onto sex, rather than just enjoy fucking for its own sake. I don't know, maybe I'm pretty weird in some ways, but I know I'm right about that.
I stopped hanging around the college, even though it would have been a good place to pick up other guys. Jeff was up there every day and I just couldn't tolerate the idea of having him beg me to come back. No, I would have to go elsewhere to find my next lover.
Anyway, at the time I had a paper due for my honors history class. History has always been my best subject, although all my grades in school are good. As I told you last time, I do well in school to keep my parents off my back. Going to the library is always a good excuse to lay on them.
This time I had to get some books from the store, since I had to underline things and keep them for several weeks, something you can't do to library books. I got the money from my parents and went downtown to look around in the book stores, something that's always a lot of fun. I wasn't even thinking that I'd meet anybody that day.
I browsed around a couple of stores and then I found what I was looking for, in more ways than one. This one store was being run by a guy about thirty or thirty-five years old. He helped me find what I was looking for and then started to ask me all sorts of questions.
Now that I knew where men were at I could tell he was trying to put the make on me. But I was kind of flattered that this good looking older guy would find me attractive. I listened to his line for a while and then decided that I might as well string him along for the whole ride.
He invited me to come into the back room with him, which I did with alacrity. He locked the door and put a sign on the window, so I knew we were going to be alone. That was fine with me, especially since I did not have to be home for a few more hours.
Well, George was pretty cool about the whole thing, a much more confident personality than Jeff was. He started to talk about books and then went on to talk about himself, making the transition really skillfully. I decided that it would be a lot of fun to fuck with him.
After a few minutes he sat down next to me and made his move. There was nothing shy or phony about him. He felt that he had made a good impression on me and now was ready to collect his reward. I figured that I might as well give it to him, since he looked like he was going to be able to teach me a hell of a lot of new things.
Actually, George didn't give me all that much choice in the matter. I guess he thought he was really striking it rich in finding a young girl like me. Maybe he thought I was still a virgin, somebody whose cherry he was going to take. But all that isn't important, it's only speculation.
He started kissing me and I didn't bother to fend him off or try to protect myself from him. I was perfectly ready to go through with the whole thing. I threw my head back and opened my mouth to suck his tongue in. He kissed me very well, just as I had expected.
George was so much more self confident and masterful than my first lover had been. He knew just what he wanted me to do for him and didn't waste any time letting me in on the secret. He grabbed for my tits right away and started to squeeze them, trying to get me naked in record time.
I didn't struggle with him at all and in a couple of minutes I was naked. Then George stood up in front of me and got out of his own clothes. He was a big strong man and I could see that his cock was enormous. I must admit that I was a little afraid at that stage of the game, wondering how that big thing was going to fit into my narrow slit.
But I was in for yet another surprise that day. George grabbed me and told me to start working on his prick. There was an old couch for us to lay on so I soon draped my body across his lap and started to suck him off, knowing that he would be turned on real easy.
I worked on his prick until it was hard as a rock and then my lover pushed me away, although only for a few seconds. He hardly said a word as he pushed me into position, but I was soon aware that he wanted us to sixty-nine together, something Jeff and I had never done.
That was fine with me, since I'm always ready to try something new. We lay down side by side on the couch with our positions reversed, you know, head to foot. It took a few minutes for me to adjust myself to the new position but then his cock was staring me straight in the eye and I felt his tongue beginning to work on my pussy.
I guess Jeff had eaten me out several times but it was nothing like what George was doing to me. I slid his cock into my mouth and started to suck it gently, but I could concentrate only on the feelings of lust that were beginning to pass through my own horny body.
George really knew how to turn a woman on, as I found out a few seconds later. He protruded his tongue and began to work on my clitoris, tickling gently until the little button had come out from behind its hood. I felt warm and irritated, without a care in the world.
Then it started to get really good for me. George drew his tongue back and forth over my clitoris, sucking at it as if it were a miniature prick. It reminded me of the way I used to masturbate when I was a kid but this time I knew he would be able to bring me to orgasm.
After a few minutes I sort of got used to what he was doing to me and was able to think about returning the favor, doing something to turn him on as well. I didn't want him to think that I was a complete child, especially since I had already had so much sexual experience.
I took his prick into my mouth and began to suck on it as best I could. There was no way I was going to swallow the full length of that huge thing, but I leaned my head forward and opened my throat as far as it would go, determined to show him as good a time as possible.
He seemed to appreciate it well enough and soon I could feel his tongue leaving my clitoris. I was a little worried at first, horny as I was, that he was going to stop and not start again until he had filled my mouth with come. I didn't mind bringing him to orgasm and having him come in me, but at the same time I was still mostly concerned with my own pleasure.
But George had no intention of shortchanging me, as I soon found out in the best possible way. No, he was just takings little rest, waiting to see how good I was with my mouth before taking me on again. A few seconds later I could feel his tongue easing into my dripping vulva.
That made things a lot easier for me, since I was really getting close to the point of release. My whole body felt alive and full of electricity, as if I had things going on inside that had never happened before. Yes, I was having the time of my life with this new man.
I started to work on his prick again, knowing that I didn't have a thing in the world to worry about. His tongue was now all the way inside me, moving around slowly and driving me crazy. He must have eaten a thousand pussies in order to be that good at it.
In the meantime I was finally learning how to handle George as he shoved his huge prick into my mouth. I found that I could regulate my breathing to the strokes of the thick weapon and then I was able to turn him on pretty much at my own pace, knowing that he was digging every minute of it.
I wondered which of us was going to come first. George seemed pretty excited, but he was calm about it, which I realize must sound funny. The thing is that he was worked up but not at all frantic, still in complete control of himself and things around him.
His tongue was driving me nuts at this point. He would shove it into my vulva, as far as it would go and lick me out until I thought he was going to turn my pussy inside out. Then he would remove his tongue altogether and go to work on my clitoris, something that was enough to make me want to come on the spot.
But I soon found out that I would have to wait for my fun. I could feel a drop of come leaking into my mouth and then I knew that he was going to come soon. I didn't mind that for I was pretty close myself, and was most likely going to be only a few seconds behind my lover.
Well, he began to shove his prick into my mouth with a good deal of vigor and I wondered if I'd look foolish trying to control his lust. I mean I couldn't let him shove that huge thing all the way down my throat but at the same time I wanted him to enjoy his impending orgasm.
A few seconds later I could feel all the muscles in his cock beginning to contract. One final spasm and then he was shooting a river of come into me. I drank it all down as fast as I could but there was more of it than I had ever seen before. It was touch and go for a few minutes there, but eventually I could tell that his passion was subsiding.
I waited until he was finished coming and then when his prick had begun to lose some of its hardness, I let it slide out of my mouth. He had had a good time with me and now he had to bring me to orgasm. I could relax now that I had shown him I was no child in bed.
George took a couple of minutes to recuperate and then he was eating me out even better than before. It was really great to have his big tongue inside me, licking me out as if there would be no tomorrow. I was glad that I had met a man like George, especially when I was so lonely and depressed.
His tongue slid in and out of my pussy, going faster every second. I had never known that a man could do that to a woman but I didn't have time to think about it. My body was getting hot and stiff and I knew that in a couple of seconds I was going to give the handsome man his reward.
Well, a couple of more strokes and I was over the hill. I lay back on the couch and let him do what he wanted to me, and then it started to happen. My orgasm was a little slow and uncertain at first but then it started to build to a crescendo of screaming uncontrollable passion.
I held my ground and waited for my passion to slacken, knowing even as it was happening that I had let myself in for a really good time with the man. He was something else, a lover far more skillful than I had imagined possible. After I was done I found that I was too tired to say a word.
I got dressed and kissed George good-bye telling him that I would come back as soon as I could. Then I had to hurry home before my parents got suspicious about me.
* * *
I listened to Carla's story and then asked her how much she knew about her new lover. She told me that George was forty two years old, something he had not been at all shy about telling her. That did not disturb her at all, she insisted, since it was a matter of little concern.
Carla explained that she liked the fact that George was old enough to be her father. He was strong and sure of himself and that was just what she needed at her age to learn more about sex. He also made no demands on her time or affections, or even asked her to be faithful to him.
I then asked Carla if she would not prefer to have a lover closer to her own age. I was quite confused about what to say to the girl, since there seemed no way to get her to give up sex until she was older. I found that I had to be quite tactful with the intelligent and perceptive young lady.
Carla told me that she did not like high school or college boys, finding them rather shallow and immature. She was perfectly satisfied to go with older men, especially when she knew that they found her absolutely irresistible. That was as far as she was willing to explain it to me.
I decided that we had gone far enough for a single session and dismissed Carla for the day. We made an appointment for the next week and then she left my office.
INTERVIEW THREE
Carla arrived at my office at the specified time, having come directly from school once again. She looked very attractive and I complimented her on her appearance, only to find out that she had dressed up for a purpose. She was due to see her lover again that night, having concocted some sort of story for her parent's benefit, to explain her absence.
Carla answered my questions without hesitation, saying that she had managed to avoid emotional entanglements with her new lover. He would never have permitted it and she herself felt that she was not really in love with the man, but merely enjoyed him as a sexual partner.
I asked Carla to lay down on the couch and tell me what had happened the next time she had seen George. She told her story in the following words.
* * *
Well, Doctor, I guess you know what I'm going to tell you, but if you want to hear it I guess I won't be shy about telling you. As I've said, I'm not at all ashamed of what I've been doing. It's not something I can tell my parents about, but that's a completely different story.
In any case, I have had to go to all sorts of lengths to keep things away from my parents. I don't want to hurt them and I know that they couldn't possibly understand what I'm doing or why. They are pretty moralistic people but they are my parents and I don't want to hurt their feelings.
But I have to admit that it's pretty easy to keep things away from them. They see and hear only what's pleasant and that makes things even better for me. As long as I don't do anything too obvious, I think I can get away with it. At least that's how it's been so far.
Well, that's the background, but I know you want to hear more about me and George. It's funny but there's really not that much more to tell. We got together soon afterwards, maybe two days after the first time, and this time we had a chance to talk things over.
I guess George was a little worried about me at first. I mean I am underage and it wouldn't have looked too-good for him if I had panicked and told my folks or somebody else that this old man was fucking me in the back of his bookstore. No, I could understand why he was nervous about me.
But I told him just where I was at and I think that made things a lot easier for him. I explained that I didn't love him or anybody else, never had as far as I knew. I was in it for sex, since I found him a good partner in bed, and I hoped that he thought of me in the same terms.
George was a little surprised by my reaction, but he took it right in stride. He questioned me a little further, but I guess I must have passed the test, since he started smiling and telling me what a good girl I was. Then he offered me a drink of wine, something that I had never really got into before. I guess I'm a little young for drinking too.
We sat there in the back of his store, where it was warm and dark and cozy, drinking wine until I began to feel giddy. It wasn't necessary for him to get me drunk before seducing me but I guess George still couldn't believe his good fortune, having so young a girl willing to put out for him.
Anyway, after a few minutes George was able to accept his good fortune and make a move at me. I was all ready for him this time, throwing myself into his arms and letting him undress me without struggling. I was feeling funny from the alcohol, but very sensual at the same time. I had a feeling we were going to have one hell of a good time together.
That turned out to be an understatement. My whole body was super sensitive from the wine I had drank and I felt like the whole thing was happening in slow motion. We were naked in a couple of minutes, I suppose, but to me it seemed like the whole thing was stretched out to eternity.
George led me over to the couch and then I knew he was going to fuck me. We had been kissing and fooling around with each other and his prick was already in a state of full erection. I still couldn't get used to how huge it was, even if I was no longer scared of his tool.
Well, George laid me down on the couch and wasted no time in crawling on top of me. He had drunk a lot more than I did, but he seemed used to it, as a matter of fact, I think George drinks a bit more than he should, but of course I would never dream of criticizing him about it.
We were lying on the couch now and he was working his prick between my parted dripping labia. I felt kind of weak and passive but it didn't bother me a bit. I could have fallen asleep as he was fucking me and still been able to react to his impassioned strokes.
But of course I didn't fall asleep with my lover mounting me and working his prick ever deeper into my hungry hole. I laid there passively for a minute or so and then I began to help him work his cock into my hole. Soon he had buried the thing to the hilt and we were ready to begin.
I began to move my hips slowly and lazily, trying to create some friction inside my cunt. Neither of us were really into fucking yet so I decided that it was up to me to take charge for a change. I had to show George that I was capable of doing more than laying there and letting him fuck me.
I arched my back so that his prick could slid even deeper into my cunt and then I felt it travel all the way up to my womb. That triggered my passion and I began to wiggle my ass back and forth on the cushions, trying to get him to fuck me a little harder and faster.
Well, he obliged me right away, slamming his prick into me so hard and strong that I couldn't move a muscle. I relaxed and just lay there for a few minutes, trying to clear my head and concentrate. I decided then and there that sex and alcohol are not a perfect combination.
But I was enjoying myself anyway, as I do every time with my new lover. George seems to understand my body perfectly and it's ridiculously easy for him to turn me on. Maybe I'm just easy that way, but as I remember I was very frustrated with Jeff, my first lover. He had never been able to turn me on the way George could, certainly not with such ease.
Anyway, we got into a common rhythm after a few minutes and then it was a lot of fun for me. I ground my ass into the cushion and felt his prick going all the way into my canal. He was so huge that it hurt a little but I was not about to slow down just for a little bit of pain.
After that we had no trouble at all making it together. I felt absolutely alive, despite the wine which was finally beginning to wear off. My lover had raised himself up onto his outstretched arms, thus putting all his weight behind the frantic thrusts of his cock. That was enough to make me thing I was going to come on the spot.
I suppose I could have gotten my rocks off quickly but I had already learned that that was a stupid thing to do in bed. I was hot enough to come when I wanted so it made sense for me to drag it out as long as possible, to extract as much pleasure from our bout of love as I could.
In his new position, George was able to work on my tits with his mouth while his prick continued to wreak havoc inside my pussy. It felt great to have him sucking my nipples into his mouth, one at a time, until they had turned hard and red under his frantic caresses.
Then I began to respond to him a little, wrapping my legs around his back and drawing my lover back down onto me. I could feel the hair on his chest tickling my tits as our bodies came together again and then I knew that he was every bit as hot and bothered as I was.
I also moved my arms so that they were around my lover's shoulders, which put us even closer together. I realize that I'm not describing any of this too well, but bear with me anyway. There really isn't all that much more to tell now that you know that we go to bed together.
It was real nice to have him inside me like that, since I was able to control the pace of our lovemaking. I dug my nails into the thick skin of his back and he seemed to like that more than anything I had done before. I guess when you get older you need a little something extra to get you started in bed, if you know what I mean.
Well, I couldn't hold out for much longer so I tried to get myself ready to have my orgasm. It was something I had never done before, but this time I felt that I had learned enough about sex to have some control over my own body. I lay there and thought about it and then it happened to me.
I felt my whole body getting stiff and then my cunt began to clamp down on the prick that was filling it to capacity. I threw my body around on the couch but I couldn't move very well with George's heavy body on top of me. No, all I could do was lay there and wait for the storm to break.
That happened a few minutes later, one of the best orgasms I've ever had in my life. I felt one spasm after another pass through my vagina and then it was all over. Once again George had turned me on in bed, fucked me so hard and well that I had come in only five or ten minutes.
I relaxed for a few minutes and then I knew that George himself was only a few seconds away from shooting his load. He had turned me on so well that I wanted to return the favor even though all I had to do was lay there passively and let him fuck me until he was ready to shoot.
I began to wiggle my ass again, creating a tremendous amount of friction inside my tight pussy. His prick entered me with difficulty but I knew he would like it even better if he had to work for his good time. A few seconds later I knew that he was already over the verge.
He moved his prick into me again and again until I thought he was going to knock all the wind out of my body. But a few seconds later I could feel the come starting to rocket out of his prick, filling my cunt to its capacity and then beyond.
I took the shot and then got up to get dressed and go home. It would have been fun to stay for the rest of the evening but that was out of the question. I hurried home and had dinner with my parents, noting that nothing had changed, that they didn't suspect anything I had done.
* * *
I told Carla that she would find it easy to continue deceiving her parents if that was what she really wanted to do. She was an intelligent girl and there was really nothing surprising in her parent's ignorance of her activities. It was certainly not something to be proud of.
Carla told me that she took no particular pleasure in lying to her parents but that she did not see how telling them about her sexual activities would improve anything. I had to admit to her that her parents most likely would not be able to accept the fact of her womanhood.
We spoke for a while longer and then I sent Carla home for the day, or if not home at least into the arms of her lover. I was quite worried about her attitudes and wondered what I could do to help her.
Carla continued in analysis for another six months, during which time we discussed her problems at length. She has now given up her older lover, but insists that she finds younger men distasteful. I don't know how she is faring at the present, but I am still worried about her.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Subject: Roy V.
Age: 57
INTERVIEW ONE
Roy came to my office at the request of his personal physician, a man in whom he had complete confidence. I was surprised to see such a distinguished man in my office and wondered what problem such a world renowned musician would have.
Roy told me that he had been doing well in his chosen work, as conductor of a symphony orchestra as well as respected composer. His problems were purely personal and as such he wanted to know if he could trust my discretion. I then asked Roy a few questions about his family life. I knew much of it from the newspapers but figured it would be best to hear it from him. To get some sort of clue as to what particular problem had caused him to seek my assistance.
Roy told me that he had been married for twenty-five years and had two children, neither of whom lived at home on a permanent basis. His son was in college and his daughter worked for a living, somewhat alienated from the family as a result of difficulties during her childhood.
I figured that Roy was hiding his problems from me. He and his wife were still living together and it seemed unlikely that he would come to talk to me about his daughters. I brought it up quite bluntly and then he began to change the topic, unwilling as yet to come to the point.
We talked for a few more minutes and then Roy finally agreed to go onto the couch. He then told me his story in the following words.
* * *
Well, Doctor, it's really quite complicated and embarrassing. I hardly know where to begin, as a matter of fact. I don't know when I first met Sylvia. She is a friend of my daughters, but it seems we met elsewhere. That's hardly the problem though, as you'll understand in a few minutes.
As you know, I've been conducting a series of concerts for young people, trying to show them that there is not that much of an essential difference between their own music and the classical music I play. I got a lot of static from my cohorts, but that did not bother me.
The point is that the generation gap is something that concerns all of us. We have to understand our children in order to get along with them and it has always seemed to me that music would provide a good bridge. It hasn't worked out all that well, but I am still confident that my idea is a sound one.
Anyway, I met Sylvia at one of my lectures and she came behind stage afterwards to reintroduce herself to me. I was kind of tired after the lecture, but she continued to hang around with me, to the point that I could see that the girl was taking a personal interest in me.
We spoke about music and I found that Sylvia had listened to my lecture carefully. She was an independently wealthy girl by the way, living alone and going to college, even though she did not take it seriously. I found her a most intelligent and perceptive young lady.
I suppose that she was about seventeen when we met, just starting college. But she looked even younger than that, which appealed to me on several levels. I have not been getting along well with my wife and it was only natural that I would start to think of the girl in sexual terms.
I suppose also that I've been unfaithful to my wife quite a lot over the past few years, but never with a girl as young as Sylvia. I mean there's no way I can help but be sexually attracted to these young girls, considering that I meet so many of them in the course of my lectures.
Anyway, Sylvia told me that she disagreed completely with almost everything I had said. She saw classical music as a thing of the past, something with no relevance to her own generation. She argued quite vehemently and soon I found that I was beginning to like her. She had a lot more spirit than most of the other young people I had known.
After another half hour or so we had to leave the lecture hall and Sylvia invited me to come to her apartment so that we could continue our discussion. I didn't think at all about fucking her at that early stage of the game but I was certainly delighted to go along with her.
I called up my wife and told her that I would not be back for supper, that I had some sort of pressing engagement or other. I don't think she believed me, but what could she say about it in any case. I am a busy man and she knows that it is not wise to interfere with my career.
Well, that was taken care of, so we hopped into a cab and soon we were walking up the stairs to Sylvia's flat. I was surprised at the condition of her building, which was little better than a slum, but didn't dare say a word about it to the sensitive and hot-tempered girl.
We sat down in her apartment, which looked to me like one of those discotheques. I bent over backwards to be obliging to Sylvia but she kept telling me what a fool I was to try to bridge the generation gap. In her view, I should have given up my music and realized that it was dated, go on to play rock music or something like that.
We talked on and on and I found that I liked Sylvia quite a bit despite her attitudes. She was tall and slender and voluptuous, all at the same time and I guess it was then that I got the idea that I might as well try to seduce her. I could lose nothing by making the attempt.
We were sitting together on the couch listening to rock music and that's where I made my initial move. I took the girl in my arms and started to stroke her long unruly red hair, marveling that such a lovely young girl would not take greater pains about her appearance.
To my surprise, she reacted to me immediately, throwing her head back and allowing me to kiss her. I guess I've always been attracted to girls like Sylvia, but this was a horse of a different color. At my age, passion begins to wane and you know right off when you've found the real thing.
Anyway, we kissed for a few minutes and then I knew that she was mine for the asking. Sylvia was just sitting there beside me letting me to whatever I wanted. I would have been a fool not to take advantage of the situation, something that I took care of in short order.
Sylvia pressed her body against mine and then we were ready to begin. We kissed and fondled each other for a few minutes and then she suggested that we go into her bedroom. I was more than willing to take her up on the suggestion and followed her quickly, ready to get down to serious business. I knew right then that I was into something good.
I watched Sylvia's buttocks as we went to the bedroom. She had a nice walk, something that brought my passion to a peak. Then we were inside the bedroom and it was up to me to take over, to take the girl in my arms and seduce her as quickly and well as I could.
After that the rest was ridiculously easy. Sylvia wanted me as badly as I wanted her and there was no reason for us to waste any time. She stood up before me and started to undress and I could do nothing but sit down on her bed and watch the girl as her charms unfolded before me.
Then she was naked and I saw that Sylvia did not have a really beautiful body. She neglected herself shamefully as so many of these youngsters do, but strangely enough, that turned me on all the more. I found her exotic and mysterious and could hardly wait to get out of my own clothing and get into the girl's tight little snatch.
As it turned out, Sylvia was no child as far as sex was concerned. No, she had been around, fucking since she was fourteen, as I found out later. We went into her bed together and immediately she went for my cock and balls, getting me all ready to fuck her.
It was really nice the way she jerked me off and blew me for a few minutes, before laying back on the bed and spreading her ivory thighs. I climbed right on top of her holding my stiff prick in my right hand. She had managed to get me going faster than any time in the recent past.
Well, I got on top of Sylvia and then guided my prick home with my hands. Then I was inside her and found her snatch absolutely delightful. She was young and slim and strong, a perfect lover, the kind who can give new life to an old fogy like me.
It felt great to sink my prick into her and I started to fuck Sylvia immediately, hardly giving her a chance to get ready. She lay there beneath me with a smile on her face, tempting me to fuck her all the harder. I realized that this girl was not going to be easy to master in bed.
I shoved my big cock into her cunt until it was buried to the hilt, noting that I was able to fill her to capacity. She groaned with lust and then started to move with me, clamping her strong pussy muscles around my cock until I thought she wanted to tear it off my body.
But I kept leaning into her, trying to get myself started. It was then that I realized how tired I was, that I was really no match for a healthy seventeen year old girl, particularly one like Sylvia, who had so much experience with me. No, I had bit off more than I could chew and now I was going to look like a fool trying to keep up with her.
Sylvia must have sensed it too, because she pushed me off her and then slithered away. I thought that she was going to put me down completely, refuse to fuck me, but the darling girl had something completely different in her mind, a way that we could make it together successfully.
Sylvia told me to lay fiat on my back, which I did with alacrity. She then climbed on top of me, straddling my waist with her sleek hairless thighs. I felt old and fat and out of shape compared to her youthful muscularity, but she soon took my mind away from my troubles.
I lay flat, with my cock pointed straight up in the air. Tired and demoralized as I was, I still felt an inordinate amount of desire for her. She had gotten me hard and now she was going to find a way to help me get my rocks off. Then I knew exactly what she was going to do.
Sylvia moved into position and soon lowered her strong lithe body onto my throbbing cock. She was going to fuck me on top, take the dominant position in our lovemaking. Ordinarily that might have bothered me but I soon could tell that she had chosen the only sensible approach.
It was really great having her on top of me, banging her body up and down onto my stiff cock. She was as agile as a ferret, squeezing with her strong pussy muscles at the same time she used every muscle in her body to improve my pleasure. She was an incredibly good fuck, to say the least.
Anyway, I just closed my eyes and let her bounce up and down on top of me. It made her cunt more shallow than before so I felt like a giant when she would have to strain to get the full length of my rigid cock into her body. I don't know how much she was enjoying it, but I have to say that the end result was sensational for both of us.
Well, I can't describe what a good time we were having together. I opened my eyes and saw that Sylvia was smiling down at me, not at all condescendingly either. No, my big prick was turning her on and she was moving closer and closer to the point of release, her long awaited orgasm.
I started to move my hips a little, thrusting my cock up to meet her gyrating pussy. She moved like a snake, as if she didn't have a bone in her body. I was amazed that she was able to keep it up without ever taking time to relax, especially considering it took me quite a while to come.
I had been worried about holding out too long on her, but I soon could tell that Sylvia was capable of taking anything I dished out to her. It was I who was getting tired and sore, even thought I was so close to finding my own release that it never bothered me for a second.
Anyway, I knew that I had her excited and pretty soon Sylvia provided me with proof positive. She started to move a little faster, sliding all the way up on my cock until it almost slide out of her well lubricated pussy, and then banging herself down again with such force and velocity that I was afraid she was going to do both of us serious injury.
But the little minx was only starting her orgasm. It was really something when she did come too, since she squeezed my prick so hard with her pussy muscles that I felt strangulated. Her orgasm went on and on too, building to a crescendo that was enough to drive me crazy with desire.
Her orgasm was over at last and now it was time for me to show my passion. I was not quite ready yet, but close enough so that I didn't have to worry about overexerting myself any longer. It was all downhill from that point on, or uphill to my orgasm, it's hard to say which.
The point is that I could really let myself go now that I was almost ready to get my rocks off. I didn't have to worry about getting overtired or overwrought as so often happens when I fuck my own wife. No, with Sylvia things were working out just perfectly, for both of us.
So, I began to thrust upward with greater power, holding Sylvia by the hips to anchor her into position. She was covered with sweat at this point, her hair sticking to her body. There was also a fierce uninhibited expression in her staring eyes that turned me on all the more.
Sylvia gave me another of her wicked smiles and then began to move with me again, helping me get my rocks off. A few seconds later I could feel the come traveling up from my balls, forming a temporary reservoir at the tip of my cock. A few more strokes and I would be over the verge.
I shoved my prick in for the last time and then felt it exploding with all the force of a water cannon. I shot a tremendous load of come into Sylvia's pussy and she kept bouncing up and down on me as if she wanted more and more. I was tired and sore but not at all dispirited. Far from it, for I felt more manly than I had in a decade.
Anyway, after that we lay together in bed for a few minutes and I found that I was terribly tired. I had enjoyed myself immensely but at the cost of great fatigue. Sylvia tried to convince me to stay for a while longer, but I declined, saying that I had to return home for a dinner engagement.
I left eventually, after taking Sylvia's telephone number and making another date. I knew that I would not be able to stay away from the girl for long.
* * *
I listened to Roy's story and then asked him what his problem really was. It sounded like he was worried about his reputation, that he thought that somehow people would find out that he had a mistress so much younger than himself, which would entail a great deal of adverse publicity.
Basically, Roy found himself confused about how often he should see his young mistress. She herself had made no demands in this regard, but he was beginning to find that he wanted to see her more and more often, to the point where he was considering divorcing his wife of twenty-five years.
I told Roy that he should not make that kind of decision before getting to know the girl better. He replied by saying that it was not even a matter of his affair with Sylvia any longer. His wife could no longer satisfy him sexually and that was something he needed from a woman.
I decided that we had gone far enough for a single interview and dismissed Roy for the afternoon. He promised to come back for a second session the following day.
INTERVIEW TWO
Roy arrived at my office at the specified time, looking tired and out of breath. I imagined that he had come directly from his mistress's apartment, but withheld my suspicions, not wanting to be tactless with him, after I had worked so hard to gain the man's confidence.
Roy told me a little about his life and career. He had come from a poor family and had supported himself from the age of seventeen, never really having a proper adolescence. He had paid his way through college and then managed to land a job with a small classical orchestra. After that his career began in earnest, until he had reached his current position.
I figured that I knew enough about his background and asked Roy to tell me more about his affair with Sylvia. He told his tale in the following words.
* * *
Well, Doctor, it began to be quite a strain, between my career, family life, and sex life. I found that I was getting terribly tired keeping up with things, but at the same time I felt stronger than I had in years. Sylvia was the cause of that, as you might well imagine.
At this time I was in the midst of planning out a special concert, something with which Sylvia was able to help me. I had long thought that it would be good for music if I appeared with a rock group, playing my violin and finding some common musical ground between us.
Sylvia was lukewarm towards the idea at first, saying that the two kinds of music simply did not mix. I told her that all music was essentially the same, that it came from the human heart if it was any good at all. The only differences were those of style and technique.
Eventually I was able to win Sylvia over to my way of thinking. She agreed to help me plan the concert, which took much of the burden off my shoulders. She was not at all enthusiastic about the whole idea, but I suppose she trusted me enough to give me her cooperation.
The concert is scheduled for this Friday night and I would never have been able to do it without Sylvia. She found the right group for me, introduced us and then helped us to get together. All of us were nervous at first but then we began to understand each other.
I've told a few of my colleagues about my plans and surprisingly enough, none of them agreed with me. They all look down on rock music, saying that it isn't anything but noise. I think they're all jealous of my ideas and I'll prove myself when the concert finally happens.
In any case, I was seeing less and less of my wife and more and more of Sylvia. I think Madeline began to be suspicious, but there was nothing she could really say about it. It was as much her fault as mine that our sex life was no longer what it had been in the past.
In any case, Sylvia has been just wonderful to me. Sometimes she is rather difficult to get along with, kind of a bitch, if I may put it that bluntly. But that makes her all the more appealing to me. I've had it with submissive feminine women, especially after being married to one for the last two and half decades.
I saw Sylvia yesterday and we talked about the concert before hopping into bed as we usually do. Sylvia told me that she had spoken to several of her acquaintances about it and none of them looked on the idea with any kind of favor. She was worried that it would turn out a failure.
I told her not to worry, that she was being prematurely concerned about something that simply had to succeed. I have always been a success in music and there is no reason on earth why the younger generation should not come to like my music once they've had a proper introduction.
Anyway, we dropped the topic and went into her bedroom. Hard as I had been working, I was still dying to get into her again. Sylvia has that effect on me. Just the thought of her is enough to get me going and when we're together I find new wells of virility inside me.
This time we went into the bedroom and Sylvia offered to turn me on to some grass. I had not had any for years, but I could refuse her nothing, especially at a time like that. We smoked a few joints together and after a few minutes I found that I was really getting spaced out.
I found grass much more satisfying than alcohol, even if it did make me a bit sleepy at first. We smoked several joints and after I got used to the stuff I found that it made me feel very loose and sensual. I could hardly wait to drag her into bed, even though Sylvia seemed rather unimpressed by the whole thing, having smoked so many times before.
Well, we lay around for a while and then Sylvia got up and took off her clothing. I was lying flat on my back and then I felt something happening to my prick. Sylvia had taken it in her hands and was beginning to massage it gently and skillfully, getting me hot and bothered.
Anyway, I let her do whatever she wanted, knowing that sooner or later she was going to take my cock into her mouth and suck me off to completion. I've always been an aficionado of oral sex and now that I'm older I find that it is easiest way for me to get my rocks off.
Sylvia played with my cock for a few minutes, taking it in her hands and rolling it gently between her palms. It felt nice to have myself get hard that way. She was so relaxed and calm about everything, as if we had been making it together for years instead of weeks.
I grabbed Sylvia by the hair and forced her head down onto my cock. She had blown me a few times before, but never with any real enthusiasm. This time I was definitely too tired to fuck her and I was determined that she was going to suck me off as well as I knew she could.
And then it really started to happen. Sylvia struggled against me at first but I pulled on her head until my prick was pressed up against her lips. She gave in at that point and opened her mouth slightly, allowing me to force my prick between her soft lips. I knew that from then on I had the little sexpot just where I wanted her.
Like any other real woman, Salvia loved to suck cock. She opened her mouth wide and started to dig her teeth into the surface of my cock, biting just hard enough to keep me interested and I was able to let go of her hair and abandon myself completely, knowing that she knew just what to do.
She allowed my prick to slide part way into her mouth and then she tried to swallow the full eight inches of it. I raised my head up and watched her as she lowered herself onto my prick, opening her throat as wide as it would go and making the big thing disappear one inch at a time.
She kept at it, despite the fact that it must have been awfully hard for her to breathe. A few seconds later she had turned the trick. I looked down and saw that her teeth were digging gently into the base of my rod while her lips were pressed up against my wiry black pubic hair.
Sylvia kept my prick buried in her deep throat for a few minutes and then allowed it to slide part way out. She wrapped her tongue around the shaft of my cock and began to suck at it so hard that I thought she was going to pull the skin off of it. But she was as gentle as she was passionate, driving me absolutely insane. Then Sylvia spit my prick out of her mouth and went to work on my balls. First she started to lick at my balls, tickling me every time her tongue brushed against the hairs. She worked on it slowly and carefully, knowing all the time that she was turning me on with great intensity.
Anyway, she didn't stop there, not by a long shot. She opened her mouth wide and allowed my balls to enter her mouth, something no woman had ever done for me before. I was a little nervous at first but soon she was dandling and licking at my balls and turning me on all the more.
That went on for a few minutes longer and then she finally relinquished my balls, which by this time were absolutely covered with her warm salty saliva. As soon as my balls were out of her mouth the talented girl wasted no time in going right back to work on my throbbing cock.
This time she waited a few minutes before taking it back into her mouth. I guess she wanted to have some fun with me and catch her breast at the same time, something I was not about to complain about. She knew what she was doing and it was a pleasure to let her control the pace.
In any case, Sylvia began to lick at my cock for real, giving me the works, sucking at me as if my cock were a gigantic candy cane. She would start down at the base, by my balls, and then slowly work her way up to the crown of my prick. It was really something the way she could turn me on, varying her strokes so that I never knew what to expect next.
After a few minutes she held my prick in her strong right hand and began to shoot her tongue out aiming at the tip of it. Sylvia looked like a hummingbird gathering nectar as she shot her tongue in and out of her mouth. She would aim it at the open slit at the tip of my prick and hit her target with unfailing accuracy.
I was having the time of my life with the young girl but she made it even better for me after a while. She held my cock in her hand and started to move it all over her face, rubbing it into her eye sockets, ears, nose and every other part of her that could take it. I thought that I was going to shoot my load right on the spot.
But just as my passion began to get the best of me, Sylvia took my cock and popped it right back into her mouth. She was really something, with her red hair flying all over the place and her jaw opened so wide it looked like she was going to dislocate it.
Now that my prick was back in her mouth it took a few minutes for me to regain my former state of passion. She was sucking me off very gently now, hardly letting me feel the pressure of her tongue and lips. But she still had me hard as a rock and ready to fire my wad.
She swallowed the full length of my prick again and this time bobbing her head up and down on it like a machine. It was as if she had no gag reflex at all, but could swallow anything without it bothering her. Needless to say, my wife could not hope to compete with her on a sexual level.
Once she started to suck me off again, I was in seventh heaven I didn't have to do a thing but lay there and let her try her stuff on me. She seemed to like taking the active role in our lovemaking and as I've said, given my age, I was more than happy to let her take that burden.
Well, she grabbed my balls with one hand and started to milk them so violently that it hurt me. There was no slowing Sylvia down once she was worked up about something. I suppose it was one of the things I liked best about her, even though I often paid the price for her passion.
But this time I was all ready for her, no matter what she did. Sylvia stopped servicing the full length of my tumescent prick and began to work only the head, holding it between her teeth and working it back and forth until it had turned an angry purple color.
By now the veins on my prick were bulging like they were going to explode in another second. She was really working me over now, giving me every one of her strokes. She was calculating and innocent at the same time if you can understand that, something that drove me wild with lust.
Anyway, she had a habit of looking at me as she sucked my cock, something that few other women are able to do. I mean most women think of blowjobs as a painful duty. Their technique may be good but they think they're doing something dirty. That wasn't the case at all with Sylvia, who loved everything about oral sex, especially with me.
She sucked my prick into her mouth again and this time I was all ready for her. I shoved it in one last time, causing her to gag slightly and then I emptied a tremendous load of come into her clinging mouth. I guess I was able to give her everything she needed to be happy.
It was a truly magnificent orgasm and Sylvia made it even better by holding onto my prick, refusing to relinquish it until it had, been drained completely. She sucked and licked at it almost until it hurt but by the time she spit my prick out it was clean of everything but her saliva.
After that I had to leave, even though she wanted me to stay and fuck her. Sometimes my career has to come first and this was one of those times. We parted and I haven't seen her since. I guess we won't get together again until after the concert, this Friday night.
* * *
I listened to Roy's story and then asked him several questions about the concert. He answered me candidly but I wondered if he knew what kind of risk he was really taking, going on stage before such a hostile audience. I felt that the whole idea had been ill-conceived.
Roy told me that there was nothing to worry about, that he was not trying anything especially revolutionary. It was an experiment and he was sure it would be a success. Beyond that he refused to discuss it.
I asked Roy about his wife again and he insisted that the woman did not resent his extramarital affairs. She knew that she herself was no longer capable of satisfying his sexual needs, and it was only just that he would look elsewhere.
We spoke more about that and I was unable to convince Roy that he owed his wife more than he was giving her. I figured that we had gone far enough for a single session. Roy had other things on his mind and it would have been unfair for me to monopolize any more of his time.
He thanked me for listening to his problems and then left my office, promising to come to see me the following Monday, after his concert would be concluded.
INTERVIEW THREE
Roy arrived at my office looking absolutely crestfallen. I had read about his concert in the newspapers and didn't want to bring it up myself. As I had predicted, and had his girlfriend, the thing had turned out to be a failure, far worse than anyone could have expected.
Roy refused to talk to me at first, taking the pose of the wounded idealist. He looked like a man who had put his career and ideals on the line and had been rebuffed soundly. I began to feel sorry for the man, who looked older and more tired than ever. He had gone out on a limb for his beliefs and now things could not be worse for him.
Roy lay down on the couch of his own accord and relaxed for a few minutes. I cleared my throat and then he looked up at me, telling his story in these words.
* * *
I guess you read about it in the papers, Doctor, though you can't know how bad it really was. It wasn't so much that the audience didn't like my music, or that the critics panned the concert. No, it was more a case of my setting myself up and failing completely.
I always thought that I understood the younger generation but I guess it was all an illusion. I mean I practically got booed off the stage but it wasn't until later that the real trouble started. It wouldn't have been half as bad if they had walked out and not come back.
But afterwards, when I came back on stage they began to throw things and curse at me, saying all sorts of terrible things. I've gone out of my way to befriend young people, but now they were telling me that I was the enemy, even more than the police and politicians.
I guess their point was that I was luring them into some sort of acceptance of the established order that they hate. I tried to convince them that I am as much an adversary of the system as they themselves, but they never allowed me to speak more than a few sentences at a time.
Well, after a while they began to storm the stage. I was able to get away from them and I could see that they weren't really the type of kids I was trying to reach. No, this bunch was stoned out on some hard drug. I'm sure that it would have gone off better with a different audience.
In any case, I escaped any injury, but my beautiful violin, which is worth thousands, was crushed in the melee. I wandered around, hardly knowing where I was, looking for the shattered pieces of my instrument. I've had it for over ten years and thought it would stay in the family forever.
Well, fortunately, my family was not there for the concert. I think that would have been more than I could have stood. In any case, I called up my wife and told her that I was alright, that things had not gone well, but I would be staying late talking to some people that night.
Actually, the only one I wanted to talk to was Sylvia. I was beginning to depend on her more than ever, this time to tell me where I had gone wrong. Fortunately she had come to the concert and was waiting for me in my dressing room afterwards, pretty congenial all things considered.
We hopped into a taxi and headed for her apartment. I felt like I was going to faint from the excitement and defeat but she was very calm about everything, insisting that it was no big deal. In her view it was something that would pass over in a few weeks. I couldn't go along with that theory but it did serve to calm me down a little.
We got to her apartment and sat down to have a couple of joints before hitting the sack. I smoked grass that night like an old time drug addict, anxious to find something to take my mind off my troubles. After a few minutes I was stoned and reasonably calm and happy.
We talked for a few minutes and Sylvia repeated her assertion that the whole thing had been a mistake. We argued about it for a while and I insisted that I wanted to try it again sometime, under better conditions. She disagreed with me completely on that point.
After a while we retired to the bedroom. I was kind of tired but I knew she could revive and replenish me as she had done so many times in the past. Well, we got undressed right away but I found that I had no enthusiasm for sex, no matter how hard she tried to persuade me.
Sylvia went down on her knees before me and took my limp cock in her mouth. She sucked on it for a while and it did get hard as it always does under her care, but still, I didn't feel like fucking. I needed something extra, something special to take my mind off my troubles. Soon Sylvia had found just the thing I needed.
She spit my cock out of her mouth and then asked me if I wanted to fuck her up the ass. That was the only thing we had not yet done together and I guess she had been saving it up for a time like the present. If nothing else, it certainly gave me something to think about.
We got completely undressed at that point and I soon decided that I would have been a fool not to take Sylvia up on her generous offer. I had always wanted to cornhole her, right from the start, but it had never dawned on me to suggest something like that to my mistress.
But now that she had brought it up there was no reason not to give it a try. Sylvia got down on her hands and knees before me, holding her buttocks spread wide apart, inviting me to fuck her at my own pace. One took at that beautiful body and I was ready to begin.
I can't describe how good she looked down on all fours. Her cunt and asshole were peeping out from between her snowy white buttocks and she looked completely helpless for the first time since we had met. I knew that for once I would be the dominant party in our lovemaking.
Well, I got down behind her and started to finger and then lick her asshole. The little thing was so tight and narrow that I would never have been able to get my prick inside it if I had not lubricated it first. It was the first time in many years that I had reamed out a girl.
But I took it in stride, enjoying it right away. She sat there waiting for me to enter her and soon I was ready for action. My cock was throbbing wildly and then I got down into position behind her. A few more seconds and I would be ready to shove my prick into her asshole. It was enough to take my mind completely away from my troubles.
Anyway, I knelt down behind her and started to work my prick into her asshole, holding Sylvia's buttocks apart with my hands. I didn't think that it was the first for her but I went carefully anyway, not wanting to hurt the girl any more than was necessary. Few women arguable to take my thick cock into their assholes.
Well, I managed to get the first four inches in without any difficulty but then it was hard to get into her any further. She was wet enough but her asshole was so tight that I thought my prick would get strangled. I leaned my weight forward, determined to have my way with her.
I lunged forward and soon managed to get my prick buried to the hilt in her yielding flesh. It felt so great to have her suspended on the tip of my prick like that. I felt so strong that I could have picked her up and carried her around the room, suspended on the tip of my rod.
But I continued to lean my weight forward, moving my cock around inside her and trying to make her a little wider in her asshole. She stopped complaining after a few minutes and then I realized that she was enjoying it as much as I was. She's really an incredible girl in bed.
Well, I leaned back and watched my cock sliding out of her tight little asshole. It felt so good but I didn't let it go all the way out of her, knowing how hard it would be to force my way in again. I wondered how long it would be before I would be able to shoot my load.
Then I leaned my weight forward again so that my stomach was pressed up against her buttocks. It was great to take those soft mounds of flesh in my hands and knead them back and forth over the tip of my cock. And it was even better when I plunged all the way into her.
She groaned with lust and then I got a good idea. There was no reason why I shouldn't turn her on at the same time she was driving me wild with lust. I reached around and started to play with her tits, knowing that would do the trick as it always had in the past.
I held her tits in my hands and squeezed them, gently at first but then with greater passion. She seemed to like it so I kept it up for several minutes. It would have been great to get her to come with me, something that's very difficult to do when you're cornholing a girl.
After a while, I let go of her tits and shifted my hands down to Sylvia's cunt. First I worked on her clitoris, holding it between thumb and forefinger and squeezing the little button until it had turned red and swelled up to twice its normal size. I felt that would turn her on and I was right.
Anyway, it was fun to turn her on that way but even better when I shoved two of my fingers into her vulva. She seemed surprised by the gesture but did not complain about it for a second. I was taking charge now and she had nothing to say in the matter. I myself was almost ready to fire a load of come into her clinging asshole.
Well, after I had my fingers in her cunt the rest was easy. I could actually feel myself inside her and it was like fucking and jerking off at the same time. After a while I managed to work on her tits and cunt at the same time while my prick continued to wreak havoc inside her sore and bleeding asshole.
I could tell after a while that she was going to come with me. Her body had begun to get stiff and it was only matter of time before her passion reached the breaking point. It was a good thing too, since I myself could not hold my passion back for another minute.
I shoved my prick in for the last time and then it started to explode inside her tight asshole. Sylvia let out a cry of passion and then I knew she was over the hill. We came together loudly and gloriously and I thought I was going to pass out from a surfeit of passion.
After that I had to go home for the night, despite Sylvia's pleas that I stay. My wife must have been worried about me, I figured, and it was my duty to come home to her. I left a few minutes later, after making another date with her.
* * *
I listened to Roy's story and told him that I was sorry that his concert had not been a success. It was something that he should have expected, something that he finally agreed with, however grudgingly.
We spoke more about Roy's relationship with Sylvia. He insisted that he was going to divorce his wife eventually and marry the young girl. He had not suggested it to her yet but he felt sure that she would go along with them, since they had been so happy up to that point.
Roy left my office after that and went home to recuperate. It took several weeks for him to get over his failure but eventually he reverted to his perennial optimism and started to plan out a second concert.
Roy remained in my care for another three months, during which time his relationship with Sylvia disintegrated slowly. The girl found a lover her own age and soon told Roy that she was no longer interested in seeing him. He was quite broken up at first but eventually he was able to effect a reconciliation with his long suffering wife.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject: Myra T.
Age: 40
INTERVIEW ONE
Myra came to my office on referral from the local hospital clinic. I had a chance to glance briefly through her case record as she waited in my anteroom, but all I could discover was that she was suffering from depression.
Myra was a small middle-aged woman, perhaps forty years of age. She was rather attractive basically, but made no attempt to present herself properly. Her clothing was old and ill-chosen but I could not help noticing that she was still firm and muscular and youthful.
Myra told me that she was single, had never married for a number of reasons. She worked as an office clerk, in a temporary basis, going from job to job by design of an employment agency. Myra said that she was satisfied with this work, as it paid her quite enough to live on comfortably.
After a few minutes of discussion I could see that Myra was an intelligent, if poorly educated woman. She spoke well, with a limited vocabulary, and answered my questions with complete candor. I actually began to wonder what problem had brought this competent self-possessed woman to my offices.
I asked Myra that question directly but she seemed loath to answer at first. Myra became rather nervous and tried to change the subject, something that I allowed for a couple of minutes. Then I asked her to lay down on the couch and tell me exactly what was on her mind.
Myra reclined on the couch and then told me her story in the following words.
* * *
Doctor, I'm terribly ashamed to tell you all this, but at the hospital they told me I was in need of your help. I know I'm supposed to tell you all sorts of intimate personal things but I warn you, it's going to take me a few minutes to work myself up to that.
Anyway, as I've told you, I'm not a married woman. I had my chances early in life, but to tell the truth, the idea of married life never really appealed to me. It would have been nice to live with a man, but I value my privacy above all else, so it was not that big a sacrifice for me to make.
When I was younger, I did not avoid men. There's nothing abnormal about me in a sexual sense. I mean I lost my virginity when I was about twenty, when I was still living with my parents, as a matter of fact. There were a number of years when I continued to see men but after I got a little older my sex life began to fade, which I suppose is only natural.
As for my work, I'm a good typist and I can make a living doing temporary work. It would be easy enough for me, as a single woman, to get a permanent job, but I don't like to form temporary attachments, even to a boss. This way I can be independent and support myself at the same time.
I don't want you to think that I live like a complete hermit, for that simply is not the case. I have friends, male and female, even though I don't see them all that often. Also, I belong to the local church group, which gives me all sorts of charitable affairs to keep busy with. So I've been like this for a number of years, for as long as I can remember actually. Sometimes I think that I've made a mistake in not getting married. The other women talk about their husbands and all the good times they have together and that does make me a little sad and jealous.
The worst thing is when they talk about their children. I've always liked children and if it were possible for a woman to adopt a child without a husband I would have done that years ago. But I'm sure you know the law on that. The adoption agencies insist on placing children only in a real family, preferably one that has a child or two already.
I used to do part-time work as a baby sitter but to tell the truth that made things even worse for me. I would get to know these children and they would like me since I wasn't nasty or authoritative with them. Then I would feel like shit that they were not my own kids.
Anyway, I've always been able to get over my fits of depression. I don't drink or anything like that but there's plenty of other things to take my mind off my troubles. I can always work an extra shift and as I've told you I do charitable work which always keeps me rather busy.
Things went on like this and then I discovered that I had become an old woman. Oh, I know that I'm not really all that old, but you know what I mean. Men stop noticing you on the street, stop staring at you when you're dressed up. I guess that was what made me feel really bad. Without that feeling none of this stuff would ever have happened to me.
In any case, I don't drink heavily but lately I have had a tendency to have a cocktail when I get home from work. Some days I limit it to a single drink but if I'm in a really foul mood I'll have a few more. No, I don't think it's possible for somebody like me to become an alcoholic.
Well, one day I had been in a really terrible mood, for no good reason at all. It just happens like that sometimes. I'll go through a normal day of work and come home expecting to relax. Then I'll find that I feel terribly lonely and I'll have to hit the bottle until I feel better.
At that particular time I was having my little apartment re-decorated, which meant there were all sorts of things to do. I didn't want a professional fucking the place up so I did all the work myself, calling up the department store and having them deliver whatever I needed.
This one particular day the bell rang and I was delighted to see that my new table had shown up. I had saved for that table for a long time and it was just what I needed to transform my apartment. I ran to the door and then helped the delivery boy carry it into the narrow doorway.
I was happy to get the table but I knew right off the bat that the delivery boy wasn't happy about dragging it into the elevator and then over to my apartment. It was a big heavy oak table and I soon could tell that he was a young lad, not at all fit to do such heavy labor.
I helped Jim, the delivery boy, drag the big table into the apartment. It was late in the day and he looked so tired that I felt sorry for him. Evidently he had done a dozen other deliveries that afternoon and he was just about ready to cave in. I figured I would give him a beer or something, just to let him relax before he had to go back to his truck.
Jim talked to me as he drank the beer, telling me how he had just started work this summer, trying to make enough money to put himself into college. His family had thrown him out as soon as he was old enough to make a living, so that he was in effect an orphan, something that appealed to me strongly.
We got to talking and I found out that Jim was even younger than I had expected. He had lied about his age when applying for work and was really only sixteen years old. Once I knew that I felt truly sorry for him and did everything I could to get him to stay a while longer.
Jim told me that he had the truck all to himself that late in the day and was in no hurry to bring it back to the warehouse. I gave him a second can of beer and then he began to warm to me. Jim stopped complaining and then we had a perfectly nice discussion, at least for the first couple of minutes.
After that I suppose he realized that I was his for the asking. My loneliness must have been apparent and he knew that he was a good looking young lad. He came and sat next to me on the couch and soon our conversation turned to more personal matters. I began to get quite nervous after a while.
But Jim appealed to my mother instincts and soon I was putty in his hands. He kept staring me in the eye and telling me how lonely he was, which naturally struck a responsive chord. I answered that I felt sorry for him and! guess that was the only signal the boy needed.
He slipped his arm around my shoulders and began to kiss and hug me, something that annoyed me at first. But I got used to it rather quickly and then realized that I could no longer resist him. It had been a hell of a long time since I had been with a man and I guess my body was beginning to rebel. I found that I wanted him desperately.
Jim began to grab for my clothing and then I knew that we were going to go all the way together. I fought against him at first but my heart wasn't in it and he was much stronger than I was. One of the things I liked about Jim was his muscular young body, the product of much hard labor.
Pretty soon he had managed to get me out of my clothing and then he stood up to strip himself as well. We were naked now and without knowing what I was doing we went to the couch together. Despite the way he had come on Jim was rather shy and it was up to me to take the initiative.
Well, the rest was pretty predictable, to say the least. Jim took me in his arms and went for my tits without a minute's hesitation. He started to fondle me and then he lowered his head down to my boobies. A few minutes later I felt the handsome youth starting to suck on my nipples.
I went directly for his cock and pretty soon I had the handsome youth in a state of erection. His prick was surprisingly hard and thick and I found that I could hardly wait for him to stick it into me. I think that I wanted him much more than he really wanted me.
After that things got pretty frantic. Jim lay me down on the couch and then got right on top of me. His muscular body sank down on top of mine and then he guided his prick home with his right hand. In no time at all he had the big thing inside me and was already pumping away furiously. I hoped that he would not come too quickly for me to enjoy myself too.
But Jim turned out to be a wonderful lover, at least from my point of view. He buried his cock to the hilt inside me and then began to give me the works. I found that I could barely take in the full length of his rod but then my body began to adjust to his deep long strokes.
A few minutes later I was having the time of my life with my handsome young lover. He was pumping away at me and I started to get wet inside. My whole body felt more alive than it had in many years and I began to wonder how I had managed to live so long without any sexual activity.
Well, I arched my back to make it easier for him to get inside me. It felt great to have that big prick inside me. It felt like a bar of iron, splitting my body in two, molding me to fit his passion. Young as he was, Jim knew everything about turning a woman on in bed.
He moved slowly and carefully at first, trying to turn me on sexually and doing a pretty damned good job of it. My tits began to swell and harden and I was getting still wetter inside my pussy. My whole body felt stimulated as if I were being fucked by an army of lusty men.
I wrapped my arms around his back and then put my legs across his hard little ass. Jim had a beautiful body, strong and muscular but still boyish and undeveloped. Just looking at him and touching was enough to get me hot and bothered but he was also fucking me so well that I knew I would be able to have an orgasm in just a couple more minutes.
In any case, I had my limbs wrapped around his strong almost hairless body and I was holding him as close to me as possible. Jim couldn't move much in that position but he kept wiggling his cock around inside me. That's when I knew that my orgasm was just around the corner, something that could not be denied.
Well, my orgasm came on slowly but it was really good once it finally happened. I felt my arms and legs starting to go stiff to the point where I was worried about getting a cramp. Then I began to sweat profusely and felt very sensitive around my tits. I could still remember that that was the way I had always reacted in the past when a man had fucked me properly.
Jim pulled away from me and continued to fuck me. I groaned with lust and then felt my orgasm starting to come on at last. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, abandoning myself completely to the lustful sensations that were passing through my body. I knew that I was into something good.
My orgasm came on kind of slow but at the same time it was exceedingly intense. I came again and again, building up from almost unnoticeable spasms to the real thing. I thought it was never going to end but a few seconds later my passion had abated and I was able to relax.
I can't describe how good it made me feel to be able to get my rocks off in that manner. I had waited a long time for it but now it had turned out even better than I expected. I knew that I owed it all to my lover Jim and I did everything in my power to make it more fun for him.
Actually he was having a pretty good time already, without any special effort on my part. His body was covered with sweat and he was beginning to fuck me harder and faster now that my cunt had got wet. Yes, he was enjoying me, even if I'm hot as young and appealing as I used to be.
Well, I tried to wrap my legs around his back again but he wouldn't let me do that, so I just lay there and worked him over with my strong pussy muscles. It was nice to have bury his cock all the way in my twat and let me try to milk the come out of that enormous tool.
I kept working on him and knew that the end had to be in sight. As I remembered from my past, young men tend to come rather quickly in bed, but Jim was proving himself to be an exception. He held out for an amazingly long time, working slowly and carefully, building up to a climax.
It became a friendly contest between us to see if I could make him shoot his load. Jim smiled down at me and kissed me full on the lips, letting me suck his tongue into my mouth. I felt younger and more sensual than I had for as long as I could remember, perfectly able to satisfy even such a strong and lusty young man as my lover Jim.
A few minutes later I could feel the muscles in his body starting to contract. He was whaling it into me at that point, showing me no mercy at all. I was crushed under his heavy muscular body but it didn't bother me for a minute. I could hardly wait for him to fill my twat with cream.
Another stroke and he was over the hill, pumping gallons of semen into my hungry snatch. I took his shot gladly and then made him keep his thing inside me until it had wilted completely. As you can imagine, I was not likely to let him go home quickly after we had had such a good time together.
Unfortunately he did have to go back to work but I made him stay and take a shower first, so that he would not look like he had been in bed with anyone. Before Jim left he took my telephone number down and promised to call me, something I knew he would take me up on.
So, that's about all that happened the first time, but I guess there are a lot of other things you want to know. We can talk about them now if you want.
* * *
I heard Myra's story and immediately wondered why such a good-natured and attractive woman found it impossible to get a man of her own age. She was evidently depressed about starting an affair with the young man, but didn't seem to know any way to extricate herself from the situation.
I asked about Myra's family life and childhood and she told me that she had been the oldest of seven children and therefore had grown old before her time. Both her parents had worked, leaving her alone to take care of the rest of her family, even when she was still in high school.
Myra told me that this imbued her with a sense of responsibility that she had never lost. Her younger brothers and sisters had made great demands on her but she had got used to it early in life and found that she was well-suited to be their guardian, in loco parentis.
I figured that we had covered enough ground for the first session and then asked Myra if there was anything else she wanted to talk to me about. Myra said that she was tired and would just as soon go home for the day.
We made an appointment for the following week, which Myra promised she would keep without fail.
INTERVIEW TWO
Myra arrived at my office at the specified time, dressed a little more attractively than when I first met her. She still seemed rather worried and depressed to the point where I wondered if I should not prescribe a tranquilizer.
I suggested it to Myra but she refused immediately, saying that she had no use for medication. She had always taken care of herself in the past and there was no reason why she should have to be tranquillized like a sick woman.
I agreed with her on that score and dropped the matter immediately and permanently. We went on to discuss Myra's job, something else that interested me. I couldn't understand why she kept changing jobs, especially since she was a skilled typist and was capable of making a very good salary.
Myra told me again that she was afraid of forming personal attachments, something that was bound to happen if she worked in a single office for any length of time. She had grown to value her independence which was the only thing in the world that she could truly call her own.
I asked Myra to lie down on the couch and tell me more about her affair with the young delivery boy. She reclined and then told her story in these words.
* * *
Well, Doctor, I was really worried that I would never see Jim again. I knew that I had turned him on in bed, but that was no reason to assume that he would want to see me again. The disparity in our age was so great that I really could have been the boy's mother.
Besides, Jim was an incredibly handsome young man and must have had a great number of younger women interested in him. I figured that if I found him so appealing it was likely that other women, more attractive women, would also. For that reason I doubted I would ever see him again.
I buried myself in my work and tried not to think about him but he was on my mind all the time. I found that I was getting incompetent and forgetful, which had never happened to me before. It got worse and worse, to the point where I was beginning to wonder how I would get along without him.
It got to the point where I tried all sorts of things to forget him. I paid special attention to my apartment, decorating it and worrying about every detail. I also went back to sewing, something I had paid no real attention to in a number of years.
But nothing served to make me forget him. I was getting really desperate about the whole thing and then one Saturday when I sat home alone the phone rang. I thought it would just be some acquaintance or other but a few seconds later I was able to identify his voice perfectly.
I practically burst into tears on the telephone but held myself in check with great effort. I didn't want Jim to know how badly I needed him. I was robbing the cradle and I'm sure he was pretty upset about me, so I made idle talk and then timidly invited him to come over and visit me again.
Jim took me up on it immediately, saying he would be over in ten minutes. He had been working all morning in order to make some money for college but now he was through for the day. All he had to do was turn his truck in and then he would be able to hurry over and visit me.
I made myself as attractive as I could and then waited for him to arrive. I felt young and nervous as a virgin, a feeling that I had not had in years. The adrenalin was flowing in my blood and I cleaned the house up as well as I could, wanting to make a good impression on him. I was going overboard but it was the only thing that seemed to calm me down.
Well, Jim arrived a few minutes later and this time I was all ready to greet him. I knew that he was hot and thirsty after a long day of work, so I had a few cans of beer ready for him. I hardly ever touch the stuff myself but I knew he would not like the Irish whiskey that I usually drank.
Jim kissed me as soon as he walked into the door and then he sat down so that we could talk. He told me that he had missed me terribly but had been afraid to call. I asked him why and he explained that he felt he had taken advantage of me, practically raped a respectable woman in her own home.
I sat Jim down and tried to explain to him that I had been the seducer, something he found difficult to believe. In any case, I was able to take the burden of guilt off his shoulders and then we were very happy together. We talked and talked as if we had not seen each other in a decade.
Well, after a while I knew just what I wanted from the handsome lad. He looked so muscular and appealing in his work clothes that I could not take my eyes off him. He seemed a little shy again so that I saw it was up to me to be the aggressor, just like the first time we were together. It was a role that I did not at all mind playing.
I sat down with him on the couch and let my head loll on his shoulder. I could feel all his muscles tightening but at the same time I knew I was going to have things my way. For whatever reason, the intelligent young man found an old bag like me quite attractive sexually.
He lowered his head and started to kiss me, which told me that I had him right in the palm of his hand. I returned his kiss and then stood up before Jim and started to remove my clothing. He was so nervous and skittish that I was afraid he was going to panic and walk out on me.
But once I had my clothing off, Jim got up before me and stripped himself with equal quickness. Now we were both stripped to the skin and ready to fuck. I told him to come into the bedroom this time. We had been together long enough so that we might as well become truly intimate.
Well, he walked into the bedroom and I admired his hard tight buttocks as I followed him. This time I was determined to really turn him on, to show him just how good I could be in bed. That was I was sure to please him and make sure that he would want to come back and see me again.
I really loved that young man and soon I found just the way to express my affection. I sat him down on the bed and told him to relax. He was in for the best blow-job of his young life. Jim didn't want to do it at first hot soon I was able to prevail. He was a very passionate young man and I could always get to him sexually.
I dropped to my knees before Jim and wasted no time in taking his huge limp prick in my soft hands. I rubbed it back and forth between my palms, noting with delight how quickly it began to swell. I knew right then and there how easy it was going to be to bring the boy to orgasm.
Jim was only sixteen years old but he had everything a woman needs to be happy. His prick was hard as a rock in a few seconds, the skin so tight that I could no longer draw it back and forth over the spongy head of his prick. I knew that the lusty lad was all ready for one of my super blow-jobs.
Well, I was down on my knees already so that it was pretty easy for me to take his cock in hand and guide it toward my hungry mouth. It had been months since I had sucked cock but I knew that I would remember all my techniques, especially with such a handsome organ to practice on.
I opened my lips tightly and then forced the tip of his prick into my mouth. He sighed with relief as I did that and then I knew he was with me all the way. His timidity had vanished now and he was just as dominating in bed as an older and more experienced man would have been.
I decided that I might as well try to swallow the full length of his prick. It looked about seven inches long and extremely thick, but I loved the boy dearly and knew I could put up with a little discomfort for him. I opened my throat wide and began to lower my head down onto the thick scepter, knowing that he was loving every minute of it.
It took several minutes for me to be able to turn the trick but I was not about to give up on it. I moved my head down and felt like I was going to choke on the big tool but I kept it up, not letting myself rest for a minute. I knew that he would appreciate my efforts in the long run.
Well, soon I managed to take in the full length of his wide cock, so that my lips were entwined with his wiry blond pubic hair and my teeth were resting around the base of his cock. I couldn't keep it up for long but I knew that I had pleased him, something that was very important to me.
I let his prick slide part-way out of my mouth and then went to work on it again, concentrating on the swollen head, the most sensitive part of my lover's prick. He sighed with lust again but the best was yet to come. I was determined to give Jim the best blow-job of his young life.
It felt great to flap, my tongue back and forth over the head of his prick. I found that I remembered all my technique so that I could keep his prick in my mouth and have no trouble breathing. All I had to do was regulate my breath to the pace of his gentle assault, something that presented no problems for me, hot and bothered as I was.
Anyway, I spit his prick all the way out of my mouth for a few minutes, not to take a rest, but only so that I could show him even more of my technique. I began to use my tongue to its best advantage, licking and sucking at the base of his rod and then moving all the way up to the crown.
It was like a giant lollipop all my own and I really went to town on the big organ. He lay back and abandoned himself to me completely, knowing that he was in good hands. I figured that he was going to come in a couple of minutes so I pulled out all stops and really gave Jim the works.
Then things got even better for me. Jim tired of having me lick his cock so I started to work on his balls, thrilling to the way the soft globes shrank away from my probing tongue. Soon I had his balls covered with a thin film of my warm saliva and I was ready to take his cock back into my mouth and suck the handsome lad off to completion.
His prick had swollen up even more and now it was a dark purple in color. The veins were standing out on the surface and I could actually see the blood coursing through them. He was dying to come, to fill my mouth with semen and it was up to me to bring him to that point of passion.
Well, I worked hard and long on his cock, flicking my tongue back and forth over the head. Sometimes I would swallow the full length of the big thing just to show him how much I loved him but I don't think that was Jim's favorite stroke. Maybe he was worried that it was hurting me.
Nothing could have been further from the truth. I felt younger and stronger and healthier than I had in years. It was as if his youth was passing into me as I sucked his cock. I knew it would be even better when he finally got around to emptying his balls in my clinging lips.
I started to redouble my efforts, knowing that the end was now in sight. It was hot in the room and we were both perspiring heavily but that didn't slow me down for a second. I was able to ignore all my discomfort, knowing that the whole thing would be over in a matter of seconds, or so I hoped.
In any case, Jim once again surprised me with his virility. I had expected him to come in my mouth almost immediately but he was holding it back for a surprisingly long time. That was all right with me since I knew I was going to win sooner or later, no matter how hard he tried to hold back his passion.
Well, I worked good and hard and soon I was able to get my reward. Jim grabbed me by the hair and held my head as close to his prick as he could. I liked it when he was strong and dominating like that, particularly when he reached down and started to play with my tits. That turned me on so well that I thought I was going to have an orgasm myself.
I shook Jim's hands off and then crushed myself up against his legs so that my tits were tickled by his hair. He shoved his prick into my mouth harder and faster, starting to fuck it as if it were a cunt. I knew that he could not hold back on me for another minute.
Then he shoved his prick in for the last time and I finally got my reward. The come went shooting into my mouth with all the force of a water cannon and I actually had trouble getting it all down, despite all my years of experience. It was really great, for him as well as for me.
After he stopped coming, I licked his cock and then allowed it to slide out of my mouth at last. I felt like I had done a good job and knew that he would want to stay a little longer this time. That's pretty much the way things happened that day, as you might well imagine.
Jim stayed for another two hours and we had a hell of a good time together. Finally he had to go home and rest up which was a pretty good thing for me. He was so young and virile that I despaired of ever satisfying him. It was no real problem, but it gave me something to think about.
So, I guess that's all that happened the second time we got together. I'll answer any questions that you want to ask now, Doctor. Anything at all.
* * *
I let Myra relax for a few minutes before asking her any questions. I didn't really know what to say to this woman, considering that she had found happiness for the first time in her life. It seemed to me, however, that her choice of a sexual partner was not ideal.
Myra agreed with me on that point but insisted that it had all happened essentially by accident. She would never have sought out a lover over twenty years younger than herself but it had happened and now she realized it was a good thing, considering that he loved her sincerely.
Myra told me that she wanted Jim to move in with her, something that she was going to suggest to him the next time they met. I told her that I didn't think it was a good idea, but she insisted that their relationship had progressed to the point where she was sure they would get along together.
We discussed it at length and then she repeated her assertion. I told her not to be disappointed if things did not work out perfectly. Instead she should learn from her experience and realize that she was not meant to live alone. Maybe she would meet a more suitable man eventually.
Myra thanked me for my advice but insisted that she would be able to make things work with her young lover. We made an appointment for the following week.
INTERVIEW THREE
Myra came to my office at the specified time but I could hardly recognize her. She had changed her appearance completely and was now dressed in an outfit that showed her body off to its best advantage. I knew right off the bat that something good had happened with her young lover.
I didn't want to pry, so I talked about general matters for a few minutes, anything but the topic at hand. After a while she interrupted me, saying that she appreciated my discretion but was now ready to tell me anything I wanted to know about her relationship with her young lover.
Myra lay down on the couch, adjusted her short skirt, and then told her story in these words.
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Well, Doctor, I must admit that I, too, was a little worried about the whole thing. I mean, I had never lived with a man before and didn't know if I'd be able to adjust. Also, I didn't know if Jim wanted to go along with the idea, something that was a definite possibility.
I broached the topic during our next telephone conversation. It would have been better to bring it up in person but I just didn't have the guts to do that. No, I told him on the phone and for a few minutes he was completely silent, to the point where I thought he had hung up on me.
But Jim was merely thinking things over and when he did answer I was completely gratified. He seemed surprised and very flattered that I wanted him to move in with me and at first he said he was not worthy of my company. I argued with him about that point and soon he had come around to my way of thinking, as usual.
In any case, I explained all the advantages of living together. I told him that it would be cheaper for both of us, that I would be able to cook for him and mend his clothing and all the other things a woman wants to do for a man. He was not able to resist me for very long.
I don't think I'll ever forget the day he moved in. It was so sad in a sense that he had almost no possessions at all, just a couple of shirts and pants, things like that. I knew right off that he needed a woman to take care of him, something I was more than happy to do.
Well, it took a little while to get used to having him around on a permanent basis, that first evening. We were in each other's way a lot because my apartment is so small but I knew we'd get used to each other's ways quickly. I know it's a clich� but we loved each other so much that we would have been able to overcome any obstacle.
I cooked dinner for him that night and we had a lot of wine with the meal, which relaxed both of us a good deal. We sat around watching television for a while and it felt so nice to have a man around the house that I thought I was dreaming, that I would wake up and find him gone.
But soon Jim made his presence known in the best possible way. We were sitting together drinking wine as we watched an old movie on television, something we hardly paid attention to. I don't know about Jim, but all I could think about was how happy we were going to be living together.
Then Jim started to get amorous, getting over his shyness and slipping his arm around my shoulder. I knew how nervous he was about the whole thing so I didn't kiss him or anything for a while. I guessed that it would be better for us to get used to each other before we hopped back into bed.
Anyway, we kept up like that for the next hour and then I felt that something was going to happen. Some of the tension had gone out of my lover's body and he was finally beginning to relax, to lean up against me. I knew then and there that everything was going to work out perfectly.
I tilted my head back and a few seconds later he was kissing me. We did that for a few minutes and then I figured that we might as well go in to the bedroom and retire for the night. I got up and turned the television off and walked into my room without saying a word to my lover.
It took Jim so long to get into the bedroom that I thought he was going to sleep on the couch. I used the time to get out of my clothes and arrange myself on the bed to my best advantage. I wanted to be completely desirable when he came in so I had even gone to the length of putting pink lights in the bedroom, figuring it would flatter my complexion.
Jim came in and then I had nothing to worry about. He got out of his clothes and hopped into bed. I could see that his prick was already getting hard, so I leaned down and took it into my mouth, figuring that I'd get him ready to fuck in no time flat.
He let me such his cock for only a few minutes. He pulled away from me and pushed my body into position so that he could get at my pussy. He was very quiet and intense so I knew it would be best for me to follow suit. If I had chattered like I usually do it would have turned him off completely.
I lay flat on my back on the bed, still giddy from all the wine I had drunk, waiting for my lover to start working on my hungry snatch. I loved him more at that moment than I would have thought possible, but it got even better for me. I felt him wedging his head between my thighs and then I knew I had nothing to worry about. Soon his tongue was brushing back and forth over my clitoris and I knew that I was not the first woman who he had stimulated in this manner. But it didn't bother me. I couldn't feel jealous now that he was finally moving in with me.
Soon my clitoris began to get stimulated. I could hardly feel his tongue at first but then he jammed his head into my pussy so that his nose almost slid into my vulva and began to eat me out in earnest. I could soon tell that he was as good with his mouth as he had been with his prick.
Jim worked on my clitoris for a few more minutes, using every possible combination of lips, teeth and tongue. It was really great the way he was able to stay down so long, never having to come up for breath. I knew then and there that he would be able to bring me to orgasm in that manner.
My clitoris had turned dark red and swollen and then my lover made things even better. He reached up and began to play with my tits, squeezing them not at all gently. I guess he was determined to turn me on without any further hesitation.
After a few more minutes he let off my clitoris and began to work on my pussy. I felt his tongue draw away from me but a few seconds later he had inserted it into my vulva. I relaxed completely letting the sensations of lust slowly permeate my overwrought body.
Jim ate me out patiently and well, shooting his tongue into my pussy over and over again. Pretty soon I could feel my orgasm coming quicker than I thought possible. It was over in a second but I found that I was still ready for more, dying to have him fuck me.
I made my desires known immediately and my lover followed through with alacrity. He took me in his arms and kissed me for a few minutes and then began to work his way on top of me. His heavy body pinned me to the mattress and then I could feel him shooting the bolt home.
I spread my legs apart and soon he managed to force the big weapon into my unprotected slit. He felt larger than ever, even though my pussy was dripping with come and saliva. I knew I could bring him to orgasm easily and maybe even celebrate another climax myself. I was finding new sources of passion within myself that night.
Soon he had managed to bury his prick to the hilt. I began to move with my lover at that point knowing his body perfectly. He was a little tired from eating me out so well and now it was up to me to take charge of the pace of our lusty lovemaking.
Then things got better. I began to grind my ass into the soft mattress and wiggle my hips from side to side, something I knew would increase Jim's pleasure. He started to fuck me a little harder leaving his cock buried and making slow circular motions inside me.
Soon we had found a common rhythm and were perfectly attuned to each other. In all my life, I've never had a lover that good, one that I could understand completely. We were locked together like a couple of snakes, sweating profusely and working out our passions to a common climax.
I found that I was so worked up that I had to slow down a bit, wait for him to catch up. He was doing well enough but he was tired and nervous. He was fucking me so well that I thought I was going to burst, but still I held back for as long as I could.
He raised himself and started to fuck me even harder. I couldn't move a muscle when he did that but it allowed him to build up his passion in the interim. I looked up at him with a smile on my face trying to tell him that I was all ready to have him fill me with come, as soon as his passion rose to the breaking point.
I reached up and began to run my hands all over his body. He had such a strong wiry back that I could feel the electricity flowing through my body every time I touched him. Then I reached down and grabbed his balls, knowing that that would turn him on all the more.
It felt great to slide my hand around his hard buttocks and grab hold of his soft balls. I felt as if I could feel the come rising in them and trying to shoot out. At the same time I could feel him getting harder which told me that a few minutes later he would be filling me with semen.
Then he began to fuck harder still showing me that he was about ready. I felt a wave of fire passing through my limbs and then I could hold my orgasm no longer. I let myself go at that point, not even caring if I left my lover behind.
He started to come and that made things better. Our bodies were heaving and writhing violently on the bed and I thought he was going to kill me before we were through. But I held tight, keeping my arms around him until his passion had finally run its course.
After that we lay down and relaxed together. Later that night we fucked again but there was no sense of urgency. Both of us were perfectly relaxed and I imagine that's how it will be in the future.
CONCLUSION
I listened to Myra's story and thought about what she had told me before trying to answer her. It was obvious that the woman was happier than she had ever been in her life, but I could not help worrying about what was going to happen to her in a few more years, by which time the disparity in her age and her lover's would become even more noticeable.
Myra told me that she was no longer concerned with the future. Things had worked out so well for her that she had to be optimistic regardless of general rules and principles. Jim could give her things that she had never experienced before and that was enough to keep her happy.
Myra and Jim continued to live together throughout the course of her treatment. They have no plans to marry but both seem perfectly happy with each other. It is an unusual arrangement but seems to have worked well.
Myra is now finished with her analysis and will be dismissed from my care in a few weeks. I have asked her to stay in contact with me in case something goes wrong-a distinct possibility as far as I can foresee.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Subject: Ezra M.
Age: 28
INTERVIEW ONE
Ezra came to my office on referral from the local hospital clinic which had been treating him for a nervous disorder of minor dimension. He had come complaining of insomnia and depression and they had found a seemingly neurotic etiology in his particular case.
Ezra impressed me as a hippy as soon as he walked into the office. He was dressed in a slovenly manner, wearing unmatched colors and an unwashed shirt. His red hair was long and curly and unkempt and there was an air of defiance about him as in many other young men.
I was soon informed that Ezra did not have a permanent job, let alone a career. He had graduated from college several years earlier and had tried to make it as a teacher, but found that he did not like the system of education.
He had saved some money from his job and then went on to take various part-time jobs in order to support himself. Currently he was living alone in a small apartment in one of the worst neighborhoods in the city. I wondered what I would be able to do for him at first.
We spoke for a while longer and then I tried to find out what specific problem had brought Ezra to my office. I soon was able to determine that it had something to do with sex, but beyond that Ezra was reticent. He spoke well but seemed embarrassed to tell me what was bothering him.
Eventually I prevailed on him to lie down and talk to me. It took several minutes before he was able to collect himself and tell his story.
* * *
I've told you a little about my background already. I went into teaching because I thought I dug children but I soon discovered that that was a definite disadvantage on the job. The other teachers saw it all as a career, nothing more than a safe job with good retirement benefits.
I tried to change things around a little, to open up the educational process, but I was frustrated at every turn. The administration was down on me from the first, saying that I could not dress properly or teach the regular curriculum and was only trying to make excuses for my inadequacies.
Now I know I'm not perfect, Doctor, but that was really a line of bullshit. Those kids were getting nothing out of their education and it was only with teachers like me that they had a chance not to be alienated from school. Like I said, it became a real drag after a few months.
Between the principal bugging me about my clothes and the length of my hair and the fact that I had no freedom with the kids, I soon became disenchanted with the whole thing. I had thought that I could really help people as a teacher, but soon I saw how gullible I had been.
I quit after the first year and that began a long period of introspection for me. I had been pretty much a political type in college, rather than getting into drugs or rock music. No, I wasn't what you could call a radical but I was seriously concerned with improving this society.
After a couple of months of living alone and thinking things over I realized how naive I had been. It seemed to me that the other kids had been right, the ones who had gone out and had a good time without worrying about other people or the problems of our time. I would have been a lot happier if I had adopted that attitude while still in college.
I moved into a poor neighborhood where a lot of hippies live. Otherwise it's mostly what we'd call minorities, blacks and Hispanics. My building was mostly Spanish and I can truly say that I never had any trouble with the people.
I got into drugs at that time as well, although certainly not anything dangerous. I took to smoking grass and taking an occasional acid trip, which I felt liberated me from a lot of my old illusions. Slowly I was becoming a completely different person.
It was at that time that I first met Alma, the little girl who lived upstairs from me. I had the basement apartment and most of the kids used to hang around in front of the building so that I got to know them rather well. I took a great interest in Alma right from the start.
She was thirteen years old when we first met, the prettiest little thing I had ever seen. I didn't think about her in sexual terms at first, but found her a rather intelligent little girl. She spoke English and Spanish with equal fluency and seemed interested in her school work.
Eventually she started to come down to my apartment to have me help her with her homework. There were about four or five kids around her house all the time and I think her mother was glad to get rid of Alma for the day, after she had made the little girl clean up the house, that is.
Alma's mother took terrible advantage of her, but it made sense with the father gone. The poor woman worked her ass off to keep the kids out of trouble, but she was an ignorant old buzzard and the kids considered her a tyrant. Personally I always got along well with the bag, although she would have changed her tune if she knew what was really going on.
Anyway, I started to get closer and closer to Alma, as might be expected under the circumstances. We were both pretty lonely individuals and I guess she started to get a crush on me the first day we met. Nothing happened for the first month but then everything
I was spending more and more time with Alma and I guess it was around that time that I began to know that I wanted to go to bed with her. Alma was only thirteen but she had a beautiful face and her body had already begun to develop. Lonely and isolated as I was, I soon found her irresistible.
One day we were fooling around after she had finished her homework. I don't know, we were just listening to music and then she started to dance for me. Kids always have some crazy ambition or other and hers was to become a go-go dancer, something that was not really all that far-fetched, considering her good looks and musical talent.
Alma was a really fantastic dancer and I soon began to feel that I could hold myself back no longer. When the record ended she came over and joined me on the couch and that was when I made my first move. We had always been physically demonstrative with each other, but this time it really got out of hand.
I took my little angel in my arms and started to kiss her, this time right on her red lips. She seemed surprised at first but then she abandoned herself to me completely, letting me do anything I wanted. I had her complete trust but I guess I was just about ready to abuse it.
I forced my tongue into her mouth and I knew I had reached a point of no return. She was willing to do anything for me and I was determined to have my cock in her mouth before the day was over. I worked slowly and carefully, however, not wanting to frighten the young girl.
It was a real test of my patience not to take the girl, strip here and rape her right on the spot. But I really dug her, so I continued to kiss and caress her, letting my horny hands linger at her budding tits. She seemed to like it just fine, to say the least.
I managed to get her naked making a game of the whole thing, taking off one piece of my clothes for every one she removed. After a while we were both stripped to the skin and I got my first look at her body. It was good enough to make me shoot my load on the spot.
We fooled around for a while and I couldn't stop staring at her. Her body was a uniform tan color, with skin so soft and smooth that I could hardly believe it. Her legs were thin, but long and shapely, and as I've said, her tits had begun to develop to the point where they made my mouth water.
But Alma's ass was the best thing about her. She had a big pair of buttocks which were the softest, sleekest part of her body. I knew I couldn't fuck her then and there but there was no reason on earth why she couldn't do other things to satisfy my lust.
I sat down on the couch with Alma and let her play with my prick for a few minutes. I was hard as a rock already and she wasn't at all intimidated by the size of my cock. No, she kept touching it and fondling it, getting me more excited as the minutes ticked away.
I knew I couldn't keep her down there all day so I decided that it was time to spring my little surprise on her. I told Alma that when two people love each other they do all sorts of things to each other, I then explained a few things about sex to the little Latin sexpot.
She was wary of sucking my cock and then I decided that we might as well sixty-nine instead. That way I could turn her on at the same time she was blowing me. I could get her to like sex as she was learning about it and then things would be perfect between us.
We got down on the couch together and I wasted no time in putting her little body into position. She was so small that it was hard to get at her pussy, but soon I had managed to hold her slender hairless thighs apart and force my tongue right into her fragrant virgin snatch.
Alma seemed to love the feel of my tongue inside her cunt and then I could feel her starting to work on my cock. It was hard for me to see just what she was doing but it felt so good that that didn't matter. I knew that I was going to shoot my load in record time that day, as long as the little angel continued to work on my throbbing organ.
She opened her mouth wide and let my cock slide inside it. I was tempted to stop eating her pussy but realized that that would have been breaking my end of the bargain. Besides, it felt great to be introducing her to sex that way, getting her more hot and bothered by the minute.
I worked on her clitoris for a few minutes, dragging my tongue back and forth over the tiny red button. She had only a small patch of pubic hair but it was as fine as down, so soft that it hardly felt like hair. And her cunt was warm and sweet and delicious just as I had expected it to be.
I let go of her clit after a few minutes, noting that it was beginning to bother her to have the little thing stimulated with my agile tongue. I immediately worked my tongue into her tiny vulva, noting that it was so tight I could hardly force my way in. She had a long way to go before she would be in condition to pander to all my lusts.
In the meantime, Alma had stuffed my prick into her mouth and was sucking it like it was a candy cane. She seemed to take to sucking right off the bat, which made a lot of sense. I mean she was old enough in a physical sense for sex, it was only her age that seemed abnormal.
But I wasn't letting that bother me any longer. I mean her mother was glad that I was taking an interest in the girl and would never pry into what we were doing. The girl was getting good marks in school, and even though that would have been the case anyway, I think the mother credited me for it.
I had complete freedom to play around with her, something of which I was going to take full advantage. Her lithe little body was pressed against me and I could drink the sweat that was pouring off it. Yes, I was having the time of my life with her.
In the meantime there was no way I could ignore my own rising passion. Alma was really working on my prick with a will. Sometimes she would dig her teeth into me a little too hard but that was something that was easy to forgive. It would have taken more than a little pain to turn me off now that I had finally gotten her to suck my throbbing cock.
Well, as it happened, Alma was the first to come. Tight as her little snatch was, my tongue must have felt like a real prick as I continued to shoot it into her. I varied my strokes skillfully so that she never knew what to expect next and soon it began to get to her.
I could feel her squirming in my arms which made the whole thing even better. I buried my tongue inside her and let her come at her own pace. I hoped that it wouldn't scare her to have an orgasm but Alma soon showed me that my fears were completely groundless.
She started to quiver in my arms and then I could feel a flood of pussy juice pouring out of her twat. She had been pretty dry up to that point but now she was producing enough of the stuff. I drank it down greedily, finding her secretions every bit as delightful as everything else about her.
She finished coming and then I was really able to enjoy myself. I let her relax for a few minutes and then I drew my head away from her cunt only after I had drained it completely. She still had my cock in her mouth but she wasn't doing much with it as she tried to understand what had happened to her.
I let her take it easy for a few minutes but then my passion began to get the better of me. I sat down on the couch and told Alma to drape her body across my lap so that l could see my cock entering and leaving her mouth. She was in a position that allowed me to stroke and fondle her hard little ass as her tongue and lips continued to drive me mad with desire.
Well, Alma was more than happy to oblige me after the way I had brought her to orgasm. She took her mouth and placed it on top of my cock, kissing and fondling the head of the big thing for a few minutes. Then she opened wider and allowed it to slide right into her clinging mouth.
Alma began to bob her head up and down as if she really knew what she was doing. That was impossible, of course, but she was showing a tremendous amount of sexual talent, all of it instinctive. I was getting ready at this point to fire my load.
I shoved that cock into her mouth a little further, but stopped as soon as it made her uncomfortable. Stuck in her little mouth my rod looked absolutely enormous which flattered me and turned me on all the more. A few more strokes of her agile tongue and I be would be over the hill.
Then I shoved my prick into her mouth for the last time and let it erupt inside her. Alma was surprised by my sperm but she swallowed it as quickly as she could. Eventually it began to back up on her and she had to spit my cock out while the big thing was still spurting.
I helped Alma clean the come off her pretty little face and then asked her if anything we had done had hurt or scared her. She told me that nothing of the sort was the case, that she had loved every minute of it. Then I knew that she was willing to go all the way with me.
I wanted to fuck her on the spot but instead I sent her back upstairs to her mother with strict instructions to keep her mouth shut about everything we had done together. As long as we were living in the same building I would have plenty of other opportunities to get into her.
So, that's the first part of my story, Doctor. I wonder how you're going to react to it.
* * *
I told Ezra that I was not really surprised by what he had done with the young girl. I had treated many similar cases during my career as an analyst, but had not really found any common denominator. I wondered, though, if he was going to continue making it with the young girl.
Ezra told me that this was the source of his problem. He loved Alma but knew that he was doing the wrong thing in continuing to have sexual relations with her. The girl loved him and he had no intention of hurting her, but still, he was capable of knowing that it could not be good for her in the long run. The problem was finding a way to resist her charms.
I listened to Ezra and realized that he was quite sincere in his confusion. He was a lonely and disillusioned young man who had turned to this young girl for solace. She had been an easy mark for him and now he had gotten in too deeply. It was up to him to find a way to extricate himself.
I told Ezra that the interview was now over but that I wanted to see him in two day's time. He agreed to come to my office and we parted on good terms.
INTERVIEW TWO
Ezra arrived at my office at the specified time, dressed somewhat more neatly than during our first session. I greeted him and noticed that he was in a depressed mood, evidently because he had been unable to tear himself away from the girl. I turned the conversation to other areas immediately.
I asked Ezra about his family life and found out that he was an only child. He had always been shy with girls although he had had a normal sex life in college and while working as a teacher. It was only after he isolated himself from society that his problems had begun.
I decided that I knew enough about Ezra's background for the present. I asked him to lie down on the couch and tell me more about his relationship with Alma. He was reluctant at first but I was soon able to prevail, after explaining that it was necessary for me to know all about his sex life.
Ezra relaxed on the couch for a few minutes and then told his story in the following words.
* * *
Well, Doctor, it was really more of the same, but if you want to know, I guess it's up to me to tell you. Let's see-at the time that I'm speaking of I had a part-time job as a messenger. It was a good job since I could work pretty much when I wanted. The pay wasn't much, but there was a nice lack of supervision.
I would generally work at night and then come home at midnight or so. Then I would go to sleep and wake up late the next morning. After I got things going with Alma I changed my house so that I could work mornings while she was in school and we would get home at about the same time.
She would come down to my apartment as soon as she could get out of the house. Sometimes she had to stay with her family until dinner was over, but at other times she was allowed to come down right after school, ostensibly so that I could continue to help with her studies.
All this time I was planning on seducing her, to go all the way with her and get her cherry. It was a lot of fun to have her blow me, something at which she got better every week, but soon I found that that was not enough to satisfy me.
It was as if I were involved in some sort of strange experiment and had to go all the way with it. Alma seemed deeply tied to the battle I was having with myself. I didn't know just how it had happened, but the little angel had become an important and inextricable part of my life.
We used to talk about sex and I did explain all the facts of life to her before making my final move. I wanted her to know exactly what we were getting into and I didn't spare her any of the details. I was quite objective about the whole thing, detailing the drawbacks as well as the pleasures of sex.
But Alma seemed willing to meet me more than halfway. She insisted that she loved me and didn't care that she was too young for sex. She and I knew, she insisted, that she was old enough and that was all that mattered. No, she came to that conclusion herself, without my coaching.
After that, it became a matter of logistics. I knew that cracking her cherry, would be a major production and one that would have to be done in complete privacy. Otherwise I would have had all sorts of other problems on my hands. The last thing I wanted was for her mother to find out and tell her friends and relatives what I had done to her daughter.
Anyway one day her mother went away to visit some relatives and left Alma's brothers and sisters alone in the house. She said that it was all right for Alma to spend the day with me as long as she looked in on the kids every now and then. That made things all the better for me, giving us the opportunity we had been waiting for for so long.
I brought the kids a whole pile of candy and cheap toys, knowing that that would keep them out of our hair for the day. Then Alma and I were all alone in the apartment, ready to get down to serious business. I think that Alma was calmer about the whole thing than I was.
We got undressed and then I prepared Alma for her coming defloration. I laid her down on the bed and took out a jar of vaseline that I had bought for the occasion. It took me only a few minutes to prepare her pussy and then we were ready.
I knew it was going to hurt Alma so I did everything in my power to take it easy. My cock was throbbing with lust but I held myself back for as long as possible, talking to Alma and kissing her to gain her confidence. Soon I could tell that she was ready to begin.
I shoved a pillow under her ass and then got right on top of her, making sure not to crush her with my heavy body. She was a little nervous about things but once I started to play with her pussy she calmed down immediately. The little treasure was now mine for the taking.
Anyway, Alma calmed down after a few minutes and allowed me to fuck her properly. She spread her legs as wide apart as she could and then finally I inserted my cock between her dripping labia. The first four inches went in so easily that I got a false sense of security and self confidence.
But once I was inside her cunt I ran up against the unseen barrier of her maidenhead. I leaned my weight into her a little but that caused poor Alma to cry out and beg me to stop hurting her. I realized that it would be best to get the whole thing over with, in one thrust.
So, I shoved my prick in with all my might, knowing that I was going to hurt her. I was being cruel in order to be kind, since it would have caused her a lot more grief to have me work my way in slowly. This way the pain was concentrated in that single stroke and then she would be alright.
I had to hold my hand over Alma's mouth as I shoved my cock all the way in. It would have been curtains for both of us if anybody in the building heard her scream and the walls were paper thin. No, she didn't want to scream but it was a natural reaction to pain.
Once I was inside Alma I could feel her whole body start to relax. She lay there without moving for a few minutes and I made a few lunges into her, to widen her out a little. After a while my cock was lubricated with blood as well as pussy juice.
Then it started to bet really good for the both of us. Alma finally was able to react to my strokes. I was filling her to capacity and beyond but the brave girl was determined to take an active role in her first fuck. She began to move her hips from side to side, desperately trying to turn me on and ignore the pain that must have been wracking her beautiful body.
I pulled my prick part way out of her cunt and noted that it was stained with blood. That slowed me down a little but by that point I was almost past the point of caring. It was a tremendous emotional release for both of us to have the deed over and done with and I began to fuck for real.
I think Alma liked it when I forgot about her pain and started to fuck properly. She was quite passive at first, moving her body slightly, but it was enough to turn me on. I was inside her at last. I had taken her cherry and now the little sexpot was all mine at last.
I raised myself up onto my hands, so that my arms were stretched out on either side of her head and body. That way I could fuck her and watch at the same time. I don't know if I enjoyed watching my prick enter her body more than staring down at her bobbing quivering tits.
It was really fantastic for me and I knew that Alma was finally beginning to enjoy it as well, on a purely physical sensual level. The girl's capacity for passion was truly unlimited and I began to wonder if I'd be able to bring her to orgasm during her first fuck.
I lowered my head to suck on her tits again, something that I knew would relax and turn her on simultaneously. Alma wrapped her arms around me and tried to draw me closer to her body but I was not ready for that yet. I had to work on those beautiful tits which were becoming an obsession with me.
We both were having a good time at this juncture. I was now able to slide my cock all the way in and out of her snatch with almost no trouble at all. Alma was used to me now and could move with me, matching me stroke for stroke. We were having a fantastically good time together, better than I could have predicted as a matter of fact.
At that point I did lower my body down onto her, thrilling to the way her tits would be crushed against my hairy chest. I then slid the pillow out from under her ass and replaced it with my hand. That way I could keep her gorgeous body pressed up against me.
Alma seemed to like that as well. She liked everything I was doing to her. It sounds strange but I had never had such a good time with a girl in all my life. I mean I had fucked a lot of chicks in my day but none of them could compare with that beautiful little piece of ass.
But at the time I couldn't think of anything but my own physical pleasure. I was concerned with Alma too, but I knew she would follow me sexually, take her cue from me. I just kept fucking her gently, never shoving my prick into her hard enough to hurt the tender little girl.
I felt like a sultan the way she was treating me. It was really something the way Alma lay there and tried to make things better for me, ignoring her own pain and discomfort completely. I knew then and there that we were going to continue to see a lot of each other in the future. It would be hard to give her up now that she was fucking so well.
So, I began to fuck her harder and faster, knowing instinctively that she was ready for it. There was no use pussyfooting around with a girl like Alma. She knew what was on my mind and I didn't want to appear weak to her. For that reason I started to step up the pace of my assault.
Soon I could tell that she was enjoying our bout of sex enough to have an orgasm. It snuck up on her slowly and imperceptibly but then she began to wiggle her ass frantically and I knew I had the battle won. It was an unexpected bonus, something that really turned me on.
In any case, Alma began to writhe around under me and I knew it would take her but a few seconds to get her rocks off. For that reason, I shoved my cock into her as far as it would go letting her have the full length of it to play with as her body started to react to my strokes.
It was really great to have the beautiful little thing come under me. I looked down at her face and saw that she was practically unconscious. She groaned aloud and then I could feel her cunt contracting around my prick, spraying its fluids all over my balls.
I let Alma enjoy her orgasm at her own pace for a few minutes. I guess she had what you would call a multiple orgasm. It took several minutes for her to recuperate but then she was as fresh as a daisy again.
I began to fuck her again, noticing that I had lost a lot of my passion in the interim. It was as if I were starting all over again, which is something that did not bother me at all. We had all day to spend together and I wanted our first fuck to last as long as it could.
Soon I began to get hot again. It was all I could do with a girl like Alma. Her cunt was so tight and her body so responsive that it was impossible to hold out for too long. I soon resigned myself to the fact that it would be over rather soon.
I began to fuck her harder again, knowing that she was capable of taking anything. My cock made loud slurping noses as it was stuffed into that little twat. She had gotten a little wider but her cunt was still the smallest I had ever fucked. There was an incredible amount of friction and after a while I got tired of trying to delay orgasm.
I shoved my prick in for the last time and really gave her the works. She didn't complain or struggle or anything like that, but just lay there smiling at me, waiting for the storm to break. I had a strong orgasm but it was all over in a matter of minutes, at the absolute longest.
I knew it would shock Alma to have my prick vacate her cunt so I let the big thing slacken a little before gently slipping it out of her. She lay there as if stunned for a few minutes but then she got up and began to walk around. I could see that she had gotten through the whole thing well, with no complications for me to worry myself about.
We spent the rest of the afternoon together and then she had to go home. I felt guilty about fucking her even then but I knew that after this things could only escalate. Alma had done things for me that no other woman could do and I knew that she was now completely in love with me.
So, that's it, the whole story about how I took her virginity. I'm curious as to what you thing of all this.
* * *
I listened to Ezra's story and then asked him if he had known what he was getting himself into at the time he actually took the girl's virginity. It seemed to me that he had built up an enormous amount of responsibility to her, as well as the danger of making the girl pregnant.
Ezra told me that he had taken precautions against pregnancy but otherwise felt that he had done no wrong. He knew that the girl was too young for him, even if she was not too young to have sex. His problem was that he did not know how to break things off with her.
We spoke about that for a few minutes longer and I asked him if he was ready to go back to teaching. He told me that he had been thinking about it but was still intimidated by the thought that he might be miserable back in school again.
I figured that we had gone far enough for a single interview so I dismissed him for the day after making an appointment for him for the following Wednesday.
INTERVIEW THREE
Ezra arrived at my office early and waited in the anteroom until I was ready for him. I invited him to come in and could not help but notice how tired he seemed. For so young a man he looked as though he had the weight of the world on his slender shoulders.
I asked Ezra about teaching again and he told me that he was about ready to return. The school term would be starting soon and he had had an offer of teaching night school, something that appealed to him since he would be working with teenagers who had dropped out of school.
I told Ezra that I thought that was a good idea and I hoped that he would follow through on it. Part of his problem was a lack of things to do with his time. He was indeed an idealistic young man and needed something to work on, something to occupy his time in a way that did not make him feel guilty.
I asked Ezra to lie down on the couch and tell me more about his experiences with his young friend. Ezra reclined and then told his tale:
* * *
Doctor, I've been thinking about teaching since the last time we were together and I must say I'm pretty ambiguous about the whole thing. I mean it would be an easy way to get rid of Alma, but I wonder if I haven't gone too far for that, if you know what I mean.
She is an intelligent and independent girl. She's had a hard life and still, I think she's come to depend on me a lot. It would be terrible to abandon her so soon after I took her virginity.
Actually, I don't know what I'm going to do, since I'm still not so sure that I ought to be a teacher. I wonder if I'd do any better this time, if I'd really be able to help people. That's what I want out of life and I sure don't know if teaching would be the way to do it.
I guess it's the old story of nothing ventured, nothing gained. The thing is that all my problems have become involved with Alma. I mean she picked me up when I was down and it seems unfair to abandon her even if it would be better for both of us in the long run.
I guess I'll do it, at least for a few months. It should be good teaching older kids in night school. I mean they are the ones who really need help. I don't place any great value in a high school diploma, but I guess these kids need it they hope to get a decent job.
Let me tell you about the last time I saw Alma. It's funny the way our relationship has developed. It's like we've known each other for years instead of months. It's not that we take each other for granted or anything like that, but we know each other so well it's like we were husband and wife, in the best possible sense of the word.
I gave Alma the key to my apartment, figuring that she would appreciate it. I mean I'm not home all the time and she does like to get away from the rest of her family. Also, it's kind of nice to walk in the door and see her sitting there half naked waiting for me to arrive.
That's just what happened a couple of days ago. I was working part-time, doing inventory at a department store. The salary is a joke, but it's easy work and it pays enough for me to support my little apartment. At this point, I don't feel I can ask more than that of a job.
Alma was sitting on the couch doing her homework. I took off my jacket, poured myself a beer and then sat down to help her. I guess she was pretty bored, for she didn't really want me to help her for long. Pretty soon I knew exactly what was on Alma's wicked little mind.
We sat down together and I slipped my arm over her shoulder. She didn't resist me but sank right into me, so that I could hardly find her. It was great to be with a girl that small. I mean Alma is very mature and sensual but she still has the body of a child.
There was a record on the stereo and Alma got up and began to dance again, as she had done so many times in the past. The time, however, she altered the routine a little doing a real strip for me. It was one more of her considerable talents that I had come to expect as my due.
It was something the way she stood tall before me and began to remove her clothes, one garment at a time. I was tired from working all day but she got a rise out of me immediately. As soon as she revealed her tits I was tempted to terminate the performance on the spot, to take her into my arms and fuck her immediately.
But I let her finish, finding I was really hot. Soon she had managed to strip and we were ready to begin. Alma came over to me with a big smile on her face, knowing well the effect her sensual dancing had on my passion.
I got out of my own clothes quickly and we were ready. I took her in my arms and went to work on her kissing and licking from head to toe. She was small and compact but every inch of her was sweet and delicious.
She got into it too and pretty soon I was eating out her cunt while she sucked lustily on my throbbing prick. We could have gone on like that and it would have been a real pleasure to fire my wad into her mouth but I knew it would be better fucking.
I worked on her for a few minutes more and then we were ready to get into things for real. I turned her over and told her I was going to fuck her from behind. She didn't understand but she was all ready to take me up on the idea. There was nothing that the girl didn't take to immediately.
She looked fantastic down on all fours. She arched her back and shoved her ass into the air so that I was tempted to cornhole her. But I had taken her virginity only a few weeks before and I didn't think the little sexpot was ready for anything as heavy as that.
That being the case, I got down behind her and prepared to fuck her cunt from the rear. My prick was so hard from the way she sucked it and all that remained was to shove it in. I delayed for a few minutes relishing the sensation of power I had over the girl.
I crouched down behind her and wasted no time in forcing my prick into her dripping little pussy. By this time Alma was a sexual veteran, able to take me on at my most horny. She had learned to control her body and now I could fuck her with complete lack of inhibition.
It felt so good to shove my cock into that little hole that I could have come on the spot. I worked my prick in one inch at a time. She squirmed with impatience but I was not about to let her control the pace of our lovemaking.
I finally sank my prick in to the hilt and felt my midsection pressing against her soft tan buttocks. She was so beautiful and exotic that I couldn't understand why she was wasting her time with a man like me. Like I said, I felt pretty lucky to have found a girl like Alma.
Her little wet asshole was pressed up against me but once again I resisted the urge to cornhole her. As long as our relationship continued I could be patient with her, knowing that things would go my way sooner or later. It was great to be with a girl who understood me so well.
Alma began to move with me at that point, finally getting used to the new position. She took to it expertly, waving her ass from side to side and squeezing my prick with her strong pussy muscles. I knew that I would be able to bring her to orgasm long before I shot my load.
She was dripping wet and dying to shoot her load. A few minutes later she was over the hump. She tried to pull ever more of my throbbing cock into her hungry cunt. This time her orgasm was short and sweet coming and going quickly. I began to fuck harder and faster and she sat there without moving for the few seconds I was getting ready for my explosion. She was grinding her ass against me and doing everything to get me to come as quickly as possible.
I shoved deeper into her and it all caught up with me. I worked my way in so deep and then I could feel the come travelling up from my balls. A few more strokes and I was launched into space.
One last time the prick shoved in and then it exploded. It was great, the strongest orgasm I had ever experienced. By the time it was over, I thought I might pass out but nothing like that happened of course.
That's about it. I don't know what to do about this girl in my Me.
CONCLUSION
I listened to his story and asked him what he was going to do about the girl once he started teaching. If nothing else, his working nights would give them a lot fewer opportunities to see one another. I could tell immediately that I had hit a sore spot with that question.
He said he would be able to give up the girl once he started work again. He was due to begin work the following week and was nervous about it.
He remained with me for six more months, during which time he managed to make a success of his job. He and the girl began to drift apart and now he is living in a different neighborhood.
I will dismiss him from my care soon, and I have full confidence he will survive with no ill effects from his juvenile inamorata.
CASE HISTORY SIX
Subject: Roger T.
Age: 33
INTERVIEW ONE
Roger T. came to my office on referral from his private doctor, a man whom I know professionally. Roger impressed me immediately as a mature and self- possessed man, although he did seem to have something weighing on his mind.
Roger told me that he worked as a travelling salesman, or actually a sales representative for automobile parts. His was not a really competitive field. He would travel a regular circuit, seeing the same people over and over again and trying to sell them more of the same parts.
Roger then informed me that he had never married. He had thought of it on more than one occasion but since his job required him to be on the road over half the year, he had decided that it would not be that good an idea. Few wives would be able to tolerate such continual separation from their husband.
I soon learned that Roger had a healthy sex life nonetheless. He met many women during the course of his travels and found it easy to have whichever of them he desired. He was earning plenty of money and had no objection to spending a good part of his salary on having a good time.
I asked Roger to lay down on the couch and tell me exactly what specific problem had brought him to my offices. He told his story in the following words.
* * *
Well, Doctor, it's really weird, something I can't figure out to this day. As I've told you, I see pretty much the same customers over and over again. I guess we get rather personal with each other, since I make my route every other month. That's one of the things I like about my job.
I don't know, I guess I like it. I mean I wouldn't mind settling down somewhere, but once you get used to this sort of travelling it's hard to give it up for anything. I wonder if you can understand it.
It isn't sour grapes either. I could land a good job in the city, as a personnel supervisor for the company or something like that, but I'm just not tempted to. I mean I liked meeting people and driving around the country. You can learn a lot about the world in that manner.
Anyway, there sometimes are problems with the job. I drive a lot of miles and if the particular customer is not in that day I'm really up the creek. There's no way I can come back to see him and it's pretty difficult to do business over the telephone, as you might well imagine.
I've tried to work out arrangements with my customers so that somebody will always be home when I call. I mean my schedule is pretty regular and it's alright if I talk to a man's wife or assistant instead of the man himself. It's not perfect, but it's better than missing him completely.
That was a real stroke of genius on my part, something I've never told the president of the company about. He's a pretty rigid old bastard and you have to be sure what you're saying to him. It's better to keep bad news to yourself for as long as humanly possible. The man has a temper that you have to see to believe.
Anyway, there was this one customer who always gave me a hard time. He was a man in Pittsburgh who ran a really good wholesale supply house. I would have dropped him off my route years ago but for the fact that he's such a good customer, upping his orders every time I come to see him.
He's never home and his wife works too, so that left me right up the creek. Finally we decided that he would leave somebody home when I came around, even if it was only one of his sons or daughters. It couldn't be like that every time but it was good enough as a half measure. Well, one time I went up to his house, pulling my car into the driveway and I had a premonition that something was going to happen. I didn't realize it intellectually, but all my instinct was warning me about what was going to happen. I was quite nervous as I rang the bell of his home, wondering just what it was that had me on tenterhooks.
Anyway, as it turned out, he had left his daughter behind to talk to me. I was a little pissed off at first, but he had left her specified instructions so that nothing was going to go wrong on a business level. But it was then that I started to get into real trouble.
June, his sixteen-year-old daughter, let me into the house. She was a pretty little girl and I had watched her grow up through the years so I felt rather affectionate towards her. We sat down in the living room and I soon came to the conclusion that June was a better businessman than her father. She was twice as intelligent as that old idiot.
June and I got to talking and eventually I realized that she was no longer a child, far from it as a matter of fact. She had really developed over the last year. I mean she still looked young, especially her face, but there was no doubt that she was beginning to blossom into a real woman.
I was hot and thirsty after driving all day and I asked June to see if she could rustle me up a beer. She disappeared into the kitchen and a few minutes later she was out with the can. I could hardly wait to drink it down, hot and thirsty as I was on that sweltering summer day.
We talked a while longer and soon we had concluded our business. I found that I didn't want to leave June however. She was so fresh and young and pretty that I was beginning to fall for her, something that was pretty dangerous for a man in my position to do.
I suppose it would have ended then and there, with my thinking about how much I wanted her to fuck me, except that she wanted me too. I guess she had always admired me, thought of me as her father's boss. In any case, I began to see that the girl was mine for the taking.
We sat down together again and this time I went right to work on the little girl. It was rather easy to impress her and soon she was eating out of the palm of my hand. I knew that I shouldn't try anything with the girl but I was past the point of thinking rationally about things.
I slipped my arm around her shoulder and June snuggled right up with me, giving me no trouble at all. Then I lowered my head and planted a kiss on her firm pliant lips, wondering how far she would be willing to go with me. For all I knew the girl was still a virgin.
But I soon found out that I was wrong. June had plenty of experience with sex and she showed it to me in the best possible manner. She opened her soft thick lips and sucked my tongue into her mouth. I soon realized that she wanted me every bit as badly as I wanted her. With her father out for the day I had a clear field, just as I wanted.
Well, we went into her bedroom after that and I had a brief moment of regret. I was getting into something dangerous and illegal, jeopardizing my whole job. If the boss found out about it he was sure to fire me. And her parents were likely to string me up by the balls for fucking their precious daughter. But I was past the point of caring at that stage in the game. I went into the bedroom with June and wasted no time in getting the girl to go to bed with me. I went right for her clothing and in a couple of minutes I had managed to strip the beautiful girl down to the skin.
I got out of my own clothing in record time, keeping my eyes riveted to her beautiful little body. June was still small but she had begun to develop and her tits alone were enough to drive me wild with desire, to say nothing about the rest of her magnificent young body.
Well, we were naked together and there was only one thing for me to do. I grabbed the girl and literally threw her to the bed. My cock was already beginning to spring into action but she didn't seem scared of it at all. For all I knew she had been fucking for years and I was nothing more than another one of her long string of conquests.
But that didn't bother me a bit. I was hot and tired after being on the road all week and I needed her very badly. I had not been with a girl that young and appealing for as long as I could remember and it soon came clear to me that we were going to have a hell of a good time together that day.
I lay her down on the bed and went directly for the girl's tits. I sucked and played with the beautiful boobies for a few minutes and then lowered my hand down to her cunt. She didn't fight me off for a second and then I realized that I could do whatever I wanted to the little sexpot.
Anyway, we really got into it at that point. She took my prick in her soft hands and began to massage it until I was in a state of full erection. Then I figured that it was time for the real thing. Now was the moment of truth, when she would either accept or reject me.
As it happened, things were easier for me than I could have possibly have predicted. June lay there like an angel as I climbed on top of her, guiding my stiff prick home with my right hand. A few seconds later I was knocking at her door, forcing my way into the girl's dripping labia.
Man, she was wet and wild and ready to be fucked. I leaned my weight into June's body and watched with delight as my cock penetrated her. It seemed impossible to be fucking her less than an hour after I had entered her house, but I was not about to complain over my good fortune. No, I was going to make the best of this unique opportunity.
Anyway, we got into it right away. I buried my cock to the hilt and then I knew for sure that she was not a virgin. Her cunt was tight and narrow but it was evident that somebody had been there before me. Once again, I was able to accept that readily since I was having such a good time with her.
I pulled my cock part way out of her pussy and then shoved it in again with equal speed. That practically knocked the breath out of June's body but she did not complain for a second. No, the little hellcat was all ready for me, able to take anything I dished out to her. Well, it was really something. There I was, lying on top of this beautiful sixteen year-old, really socking it to her. She was moving with me at that point of the game, giving me the works, trying to bring me to orgasm. I was determined that she would be the first to come, however.
In any case, I began to fuck her slowly and carefully, taking my time despite the fact of my horniness. She was grunting with pleasure, holding herself as close to me as she could. I figured that I could bring her over the hill and evoke her orgasm with a few more lusty strokes.
I shoved my prick in as far as it would go and left it buried inside June's cunt. I could feel myself hitting bottom and knew that was all she needed to get herself moving. Sure enough, a few minutes later her body began to move more passionately than ever, a sure sign that she was ready to come, ready to spill her juices all over my cock and balls.
She groaned once again and then I could feel her coming. It was really sensational the way she was so responsive and I kept socking it to her, trying to make the orgasm as good as possible. Soon her passion had abated and I was able to think about my own impending climax.
I shoved my prick in harder and faster than ever, knowing that I was almost there. In a certain sense I wanted it to last as long as possible, but I knew that she was going to dry out eventually which would make it a lot harder on both of us. No, I had to get it over with quickly.
Anyway, I began to fuck her again, this time not caring if my prick was too large for her narrow canal. She had come already and she would have �o put up with what I gave her. As far as I could tell she was perfectly delighted to have me fuck her hard and violently, to say the very least.
A few more strokes and I was there. I shoved my cock in for the last time and then gave her a shot of come that she will long remember. I hadn't got laid in a long time and I had a lot of come stored up. It rocketed into her cunt and soon began to back up out of the shallow orifice.
I soon felt my cock and balls being bathed in come as my passion finally abated. I stopped fucking her and then let my prick go limp inside June's clinging pussy. We lay there for a while and then I withdrew from her, more tired than I should have been from a single fuck.
I wanted to do her again, but June told me that her mother would be coming home in less than an hour. That gave me just enough time to conclude our business, get dressed and get out of there. Like I said, I was not ready to face either of her parents, to say the least.
So, I finished up and then said good-bye to June, telling her that I would be back to see her at the next possible opportunity. She kissed me farewell and that was that.
I listened to Roger's story and refrained from commenting on it for a few minutes. It seemed to me that the man was extremely guilt-ridden, as if he had done something he would never be able to forgive himself for. I wanted to hear his reaction in his own words, if possible.
Roger told me that his problem was unique. He did not live close enough to the girl to see her often, but on the other hand he could manage to get to her every other week, by making minor modifications in his schedule. The problem was that he felt guilty about tile whole thing.
Roger told me that he did not like deceiving the girl's father, who was a customer of long standing. Aside from that, he knew that it was wrong of him to be consorting with a girl half his age. So far, she had not suffered from his attentions but it was a definite possibility.
I decided that we had gone far enough for a single session and dismissed Roger for the day. His schedule was full but we were able to make an appointment for the following week.
INTERVIEW TWO
Roger came to my office a few minutes early and seemed far more relaxed than during our first interview. Thinking about his schedule, I realized that he had seen the girl again in the interim. I decided to ask Roger a few questions unrelated to his affair with the sixteen year-old girl.
I asked Roger about his love life, wondering why a handsome man like himself had never married. I soon discovered that Roger was afraid of women, that he had grown up watching his father be dominated by a cold, insulting wife, his step-mother. For this reason, as he well knew, he found it impossible to contemplate the idea of marriage without shuddering.
Also, as we soon agreed, it made younger girls attractive to him by comparison. A young girl presented no threat to him. He was older, and more experienced and smarter which allowed him to feel that he would not be dominated. I was glad to see that Roger was so well aware of his problem.
I asked Roger to tell me about what had happened during his last visit to June. He delayed for a few minutes and then told his story in the following words.
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You know, I was really looking forward to seeing her again, even though I knew it was a bad idea. That's the crazy part of the whole thing, that I was so aware of the consequences of what I was doing and still couldn't stop myself from doing it.
Well, I had to change my schedule around a little, but I couldn't stand the thought of being separated from June for a full month. I don't tend to get very involved with the girls I fucked. But you must agree that she was something special. Maybe it was the novelty of the whole thing that made me so obsessed with the thought of seeing her again.
Anyway, I saw all my customers in record time that week, hurrying through my work and not caring if the orders went down. I'm usually pretty serious about my work but now I found that I could barely concentrate on it. I could have given up the job altogether without a single regret.
Then it was time for me to see June again. I'm ashamed to say that I actually telephoned her the day before to make sure that she would be home. Actually, this was one time when I would have been able to deal with her father directly, but that was out of the question.
I mean I couldn't think of facing the man now that I was porking his daughter behind his back. Like I've said, I was really working myself into a hole and I knew it all along. It was just that I was gripped by this strange passion, like nothing I have ever experienced before.
I drove up to their house and then walked right in the open front door. June was sitting demurely in the living room, trying to hide her excitement at seeing me and doing a damned good job of it. I was by far the more worked up of the two of us, strange as that may sound.
I took her in my arms and kissed her, perfectly ready to take her to bed without saying a single word. She was a little cool to me at first but soon I was able to win her over. I knew how passionate the little sexpot was, so time was on my side, as long as I continued to work on her.
She responded at last and I practically dragged her into the bedroom. June took off her clothing for me, slowly, one garment at a time. I stripped myself as quickly as I could, knowing that we could not spend the whole day together. I wanted to get as much as I possibly could before having to leave.
Actually, I should have taken care of business first, just a matter of giving her some forms for her father, but that was the furthest thought from my mind. No, I had a beautiful sixteen year-old girl naked before me and I wanted to fuck her until she came all over me.
June surprised me at that point. I was sitting on the bed, waiting for her to come under the covers with me, when she suddenly dropped to her knees before me. She took my prick in her soft hands and then began to massage it slowly, rolling it back and forth between her palms.
I got hard in a matter of seconds. I don't think I could even feel what she was doing to me, but the sight of June down on her knees was enough to drive me out of my mind with desire. I decided then and there to see if the little sex kitten was willing to suck me off to orgasm. I could hardly wait to give the sexpot, a load of cream into her pretty little mouth.
The stuff went into her mouth with the force of a cannon salvo and then backed up, spilling over my cock and balls. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and looked at June to see how she was taking it all. Unfortunately, she seemed kind of pissed off at me for fucking her so hard in the mouth.
We parted on pretty bad terms I guess, but I'm going to call her again at the next possible opportunity. I know she can avoid me if she wants to, but I'm pretty sure that she'll want to see me again when she thinks about it.
CONCLUSION
He ended his account abruptly, indicating to me that his fascination with this sixteen-year-old girl was waning. In the light of this information, it seems to me that Roger was beginning to overcome his stern stepmother and thus his desire for young girls. If he continues in this direction, his future will be far more viable in terms of his society.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
The preceding book has documented six cases of pedophilia, or the practice of sex with children. The cases run the gamut of personalities and social classes and have been selected to demonstrate to the reader that the problem isn't restricted to a particular area or individual type of personality.
The fact of pedophilia is something that can no longer be denied. It is operative in every level of our society and among all social classes-part of the revolution in life styles that has swept the country over the course of the last two decades.
We find all sorts of people having sex with younger partners, and the term pedophilia is little more than a convenience. We must imagine a sliding scale between normalcy and perversion. Only in this manner can we hope to deal with the problem adequately.
Men turn to younger sex partners after finding that their wives are no longer able to satisfy their appetite for sensual novelty. Many marriages become frozen in their development, and it is only natural that the husband will seek a younger woman, sure that she can rekindle the fire his wife has quenched.
The same may be said of the older woman who finds young men and boys sexually irresistible. She will find many opportunities to experiment with pedophilia, although it is impossible to say in advance whether her experiments will be successful or not.
The foregoing volume has been written for the educated layman. It is presented in order to educate us on the fascinating phenomenon of pedophilia-something that we can no longer ignore. It is hoped that it will fill the gap in many readers' understanding of the problem.
