The psychotherapist practice abounds in examples of abnormal sexual behavior, yet it would be difficult to draw the line very precisely between what is normal and what is not.
To the average man and woman, anal intercourse might very well appear to be an excess, an act which should be considered as being immoral, possibly even dirty. To the analyst, the matter is not quite as clear-cut.
Above all, he must always remember that from the clinical point of view, there is nothing "dirty" about the human body, since all of its functions are necessary and dictated by nature.
The predilection of some for the anal passage as the desirable part of a woman's anatomy in which to find release from sexual tension cannot therefore be dismissed as a "filthy" habit without carefully probing into the motivations and into the origins of such preferences.
When the analyst find that two consenting partners, both finding pleasure in the same kind of sexual activity, are able to do it without feelings of overwhelming guilt, if they function adequately in every other aspect of their daily lives, it would be utterly foolish to vituperate against their exciting expression of love.
It is the individual concerned-no one else-who is finally the last judge of sexually unusual-not aberrant-behavior which inflicts no harm upon one's partner. If the patient can come to terms with his desires and the expression of same, if he achieves this through therapy, the professional advisor who has listened to him and made suggestions to him, has done his job.
The examples shown in the present collection will hopefully prove the truth of such contention.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Hal B.
Age: Nineteen
INTERVIEW ONE
It isn't often that a young man of Hal's age seeks professional help with his emotional problems, and the very fact that he was here, in my office, of his own accord, appeared to me as a good sign, a hopeful one for his regaining mental stability.
At the time of our first encounter, though, he was in a somewhat depressed mood and he did not take long in telling me why.
It's going a little far now, that's what's the trouble, Doctor. You start something without thinking too much about it, at first, and before you know it, one thing leads to another and you don't know any longer how to get out of it.
It really started about a year ago, with my older sister, Barbara. She'd been married for not quite a year, and since she and Bert, her husband, didn't live too far away, I was hanging around quite a bit at her house. We had always gotten along just fine, we weren't just brother and sister. We were real buddies, in a way, and we'd never had any secrets from each other.
No wonder I didn't take long in finding out that things weren't going exactly the way she had expected, between her and Bert. Quite a few times, when I came to see her, her eyes were all red and then she told me about the disappointment she had just had, that night.
Poor Barbara, she got married so young, only nineteen, and so in love with the guy. And now it turned out that he just wasn't up to satisfying her in bed, not the way she had expected it. Oh, I remember the long, quiet talks we had had, before her marriage, when we had told each other about what we thought we liked, what we hoped for, and since she was a virgin to the day she got married, she used to ask me always about how it was when I got laid.
Yes, I had started around sixteen, and although it wasn't a regular thing yet, I did manage to get some classmate or girl in the neighborhood to put out for me, from time to time.
Barbara always wanted to hear the details, and even when I screwed, I already thought about her and what I was going to tell her, and that way it made me do things I would think up on the spur of the moment, real crazy things, so I would really have something to tell her.
Kitty my baby sister who was just sixteen by the time Barbara got married, never got in on these things. We both figured she was just too young and inexperienced, and it was better she didn't know what I was doing. She might have blabbered about it.
Anyway, there was this one chick I used to screw at the time, a little older than myself, a fat-assed redhead who worked at the soda fountain around the corner from school. And on one afternoon when I was doing it to her, up in her room, I was thinking again of Barbara and how we'd talk about it that night, and just as I thought of that, I was sort of resting after a good fuck, vtrith my fingers running all over that big as* of the girl. She giggled when I stuck my finger up against her shit hole, and that's when the idea came to me that I ought to try sticking my prick in there, too, for a change. Now that would be something new to tell my sister!
Thing is, it worked out just beautifully, with that broad going wild, on her belly, while I pumped her in the rear end. And what a can she had! So smooth, so soft and fat, with that real tight hole in the middle.
I could tell Barbara was getting excited when I told her all about it, because of the way she was fidgeting on the swing on which we were sitting, out on the porch. I just knew she'd jerk herself off as soon as she was alone, and I laughed and asked her about it.
"You bet your sweet life I'm gonna get myself off, tonight," she giggled. "And this time, I'm gonna have one finger up my ass and I'll be thinking of everything you told me, too!"
Somehow we started talking about ass-fucking a lot, after that, and she went to the library and read up on it in some medical book. She told me that it was quite all right, as long as the man was careful and went in slowly. And she said that there were nerves in there that could make a woman react almost as if she were doing it the usual way, and sometimes a lot more because of the idea of it. Seems there is a psychological stimulant as she put it, in the idea of it being something real dirty and forbidden! Well, she didn't have to react about it for me to know that I enjoyed it!
The day before she married Bert, Barbara and I had a long talk on the porch swing. I was feeling a little sad because something was coming to an end, an important part of my life until now. But I tried not to show it because Barbara was all excited about getting married, and she was giggling and telling me that by tomorrow, same time, she'd probably have Bert's prick planted up her asshole.
Funny how she talked about that more than about anything else. It sort of excited her more than the idea of plain, everyday fucking, and you can just about imagine how she felt, months and months later, when Bert still hadn't turned her over for that little treatment.
"He called me a dirty pig when I asked him to do it," she sobbed softly when I finally had her talking about her troubles, one afternoon. I had stopped by on my way home, from school, and Bert wasn't due home from work for another three hours.
Knowing how she had looked forward to it, I could well understand her disappointment. All the frustration of the past months were finally coming out, and she wound up sobbing so hard that I put my arms around her and rocked her gently against me, like a little baby.
"You're the best brother a girl could wish for," she whispered between sobs, and the way she looked up at me with those blue eyes of hers all full of tears, the way she held me close, all warm and soft, I don't know what came over me but it seemed like the most natural thing in the world when I bowed my head and kissed her smack on the lips.
She sort of surprised me, though. Her arms shot up, grabbing me around the neck and holding me tight and her tongue came darting into my mouth, moving around crazily, like she was searching for something.
I was feeling my prick getting stiff and hard just the minute she started it, and for a couple of seconds I struggled to get free. But she held on so tightly that I couldn't, and a moment later, I didn't want it to stop. Not ever!
I had never thought of Barbara that way. After all, she's my sister. At least I wasn't aware of thinking of her in that way, although now, when I remember all those conversations we'd had on the porch, I realize that something was in the air between us even then. Only I sure as hell didn't know it.
After she had gone into my mouth with her tongue just about as far as it would go, right to the back of my throat, and done it for I don't know how long, she pulled back and looked me straight in the eye.
"Hal, oh, my sweet little brother," she murmured, and although there were still tears in her eyes, they looked so happy now that I, too, began to smile at her.
"I should have known it," she whispered, pecking at my cheeks, at my lips, even as she spoke. "I should have known it all along that nobody will ever give me pleasure if it isn't my baby brother. Oh, yes, it was really meant to be. We're so much alike, you know, and we enjoy the same things. Oh, yes, Hal, I know you're going to be gentle and sweet, and at the same time you're going to do it to me so deep and hard that it'll make up for everything I've been through!"
I realized then that she assumed I wanted to make love to her.
Honestly, even when I kissed her, I hadn't thought about that. It was just something I had never thought would be possible, but now that my cock was standing up so that it started to hurt, in the small space inside my trousers, now that she was talking about making love, nothing could have stopped me any more.
Yes, indeed, I wanted her now, more than I had ever wanted any of the broads I had screwed in my life. And when her hand moved down to where the pressure was becoming unbearable, when her long, delicate fingers pulled down the zipper of my fly, and went fishing for my cock, when they pulled it out and when she started fisting my dong so sweetly, so slowly and yet so firmly, that I thought it would all come out right there on the couch, it was me who took the next initiative.
I reached beneath her skirt and yanked her panties down to her knees. There was only one spot I wanted to reach just now, and I wanted to get there in a hurry. The way she moved and lifted up one leg, I got there in a jiffy, and as my fingers ran up the crack of her rear end, she sank back and I went on top of her.
"Yes, that's where I wanted you," she groaned, just as I reached her asshole. Almost savagely I rammed my middle finger into it, feeling the tight muscles twitch and then give way to the insinuating assault, until I was actually finger-fucking her shit hole.
"I'm tight back there, am I not?" she asked in a breathless whisper, holding still to let me explore her, but at the same time, there was a tremor, a vibration going through her entire body that told clearly she was insanely excited.
There was another sign, too, a strong, pungent smell of cunt that was coming out from under her skirt, and while leaving my left hand where it was, up her ass, I reached in with the right and grabbed her twat.
Wow, Doctor, I've never felt one that was dripping like Barbara's at that very moment.
"We're not gonna need any vaseline, are we?" she suddenly grinned, and then she wriggled and squirmed away from my hands, jumping up from the couch. I looked up at her, my mouth hanging open, and she started laughing.
"What's the matter? You thought I was getting cold feet, Hal? Oh, no, no such luck! You're gonna finish what you started all right, and you're gonna do it right now. But we're going to make ourselves comfortable, baby brother. We're going to bed. C'mon, upsadaisy!" She held out her hand to me and I grabbed it. Laughing like a happy little girl, Barbara pulled me off the couch and, almost running, led me to the bedroom.
There she whirled, and, looking at me, looking at my stiff cock sticking out of my fly, she practically ripped the dress of her body until she stood stark naked in front of the bed.
I was so excited now that I fumbled a little with my belt buckle, and with a squeal of delight, Barbara flung herself on me, sliding down along my body until she knelt at my feet, and then she helped me get undressed.
It's hard to describe the feelings that ran through me when she lunged, quite suddenly, taking my prick into her mouth and sucking on it with little gluttonous noises deep down in her throat. If there wasn't so much love in me, for my sister, if I hadn't had that fierce desire of making her happy, if she had been anyone else, I'm sure I would have shot my wad down her throat then and there. I would have held her head to make her swallow every last drop of it, but as it was, I held back, even pushed her away when I felt it was going to happen no matter how much I tried to control myself.
"Up your ass, Barbara. I'm going to do it up your ass first," I murmured, watching her eyes light up, and then we fell on the bed together.
I had had glimpses of my sister with her clothes off, of course, but they had just been glimpses, through a crack in the door, for instance, no more. I had always quickly turned away, feeling a little embarrassed. But now she was there, before me, on her knees, her elbows resting on the bedsheet, her white, round buttocks wriggling at me and her pretty tits dangling and waiting to be grabbed. Excited as I was, I stopped for just a second to take one good look at what I was about to enjoy, that into which I was going to stick my peter.
"Do it to me, darling, do it to me," she was murmuring as if in a trance, and her words electrified me. I reared up, behind her, kneeling and bringing my prick into position.
Then I remembered her cunt, her juicy, dripping little cunt that smelled to high heaven just then, and I grabbed myself and guided my tool up, between her silky thighs, until I could feel the wetness of her body on my glans.
"In the ass, in my shithole, oh please!" she moaned.
"Sure, Barbara, sure, honey," I soothed her. "I'm just looking for a little cream to make it easy, all right. Just there-ah, there's a lot of it. I'm getting it all over!"
She was no longer able to hold still, writhing and squirming, but I was keeping up with her, following with my pecker and rubbing it against the lips of her twat until I felt that I was really oiled up properly. Then I grabbed her buns and pulled her ass open.
It sure looked tiny, that dark, puckered up little orifice in the middle, and now it was moving and pulsating, contracting and decontracting in a rhythm all its own that made my prick twitch.
I thrust out my pelvis and the glans was pressed against the hole. But, of course, I was never going to just slip into that tight little spot like that, and therefore used my right hand to steady the shaft, to aim it properly, to move it in little circles to work the tip of my prick up into my sister's bowels.
Barbara helped me just beautifully, relaxing her anal muscles and the sphincter, then grabbing for my entering glans with a quick contraction that seemed to move it into her a little further.
"It's going fine, just fine," she moaned, but I could detect a little tension in her voice. Sure, it was the first time, after all. She would have a little pain tody, but she bravely supported it, continued to help me, so that in less than two minutes I had finally planted the entire length of my cock into her asshole.
I was no longer holding it. It was no longer necessary. Leaning forward, I wrapped my arms around my sister and my hands found her sensitive breasts, the hardened nipples which I began to knead and pinch with tender care.
There was nothing but utter delight in the little moans, the sighs Barbara was letting out now, and when I slowly and carefully started to pump, she responded immediately with a series of anal contractions that were driving me wild.
Leaving one hand on her breasts, I moved the other down along her .belly, into her crotch, and firmly pressed my middle finger into the slit and against the clitoris.
It had become turgid by now, feeling slippery with all that cunt juice and making it easy to jerk her off smoothly. That was indeed what I started to do, timing the movements of my fingers to the contractions, I felt inside her asshole, and pumping at the same rhythm, fucking her more and more rapidly. I was actually able to make her come right the first time we did it.
It was about time, too, and the sucking action of her rectum on the root of my prick practically milked the spurts of semen out of my balls until they felt small and shrivelled, emptied completely.
Panting, caressing each other's sweaty bodies, we lay in each other's arms afterward, unable to speak and only smiling at each other. No words could have expressed the feelings that were in us at that moment, the love that we had for each other. Only much later, when we were dressed again, when she kissed me goodbye one more time on the couch before letting me out of the bouse did she say something very sweet to me.
"People leave their wives. their husbands, sometimes, you know." Her eyes turned violet as she looked at me, "But you and me, we'll be brother and sister for as long as we live.
Isn't that beautiful?" I could only nod.
INTERVIEW TWO
Contrary to what I had surmised, no guilt feelings were attached to Hal's relationship with his older sister. Quite the opposite was true, as I had gathered from our first session. Hal derived a feeling of deep satisfaction, of actual pride from his ability to bring satisfaction and happiness to Barbara.
Where guilt entered into the picture, though, was when Hal's younger sister, Kitty became aware of this development, when her awareness led to consequences he had not anticipated. Most of this finally came out in the course of our second interview.
I knew that Barbara had told Kitty everything when my kid sister looked at me that day, about a week after my first lovemaking with Barbara. We had done it every single day since then, front and back and, of course, she had started to suck me off just beautifully, too. But only on that particular morning, as we were ready to go off to school together, the way we always did, Kitty gave me that long, long look over the breakfast table.
Mom and Dad didn't notice a thing, of course, but my heart sort of jumped. Why did she tell her, was my first reaction.
And then we were walking down the street together, silently at first. I was waiting for Kitty to say something. I was determined to simply deny everything, to tell her that Barbara must have wanted to make fun of her and fool her. Kitty was so gullible.
But Kitty never did give me a chance to make up that story. It's because brothers and sisters sometimes have a way of telling each other things without ever opening their
mouths, just with their eyes or even with their silences, that she was able to get through to me right away when she finally spoke.
"It isn't fair to play favorites, you know," she murmured and I knew instantly what she meant. I was so much taken aback that I forgot all about denying everything.
"Whaddya mean, not fair?" I almost shouted. "Ya crazy or something? You're a little girl, that's all you are!"
"I'm over sixteen now. I'm a woman," she snapped proudly. "I've had my periods for years now, and Barbara says it's true. I'm a woman, all right!"
What bothered me more than anything, all of a sudden, was that I was becoming aware of how pretty my kid sister really is, of the roundness of her bare arms, swinging back and forth as she walked at my side, the firmness of that little ass, held in tightly by the seat of her dungarees, and the way those sweet young breasts made the T-shirt with Beethoven's picture on it just out in front.
I didn't want to get hard-on for Kitty, I didn't, and the harder I fought it, the quicker it came.
I was finding it quite uncomfortable to walk, after a little while.
"Don't you think I'm pretty?" she said suddenly and stopped, grabbing my hand to force me around, so hat I would face her. And there we stood, at the corner, with the dappled sunlight all over her golden hair and her deep brown eyes were smiling at me. She passed her pink little tongue over her lips and left them moist, glistening, half-open, inviting. I'm sure she wasn't even thinking about doing it. It just came naturally, a little thing women do to drive men crazy and that they don't have to learn.
"You don't know what you're talking about," I murmured, and then I shrugged. "But sure, sure you're pretty. You're a pretty little girl, all right."
"I'm a pretty woman, that's what I am. We'll talk about it later."
I was worrying about it all day long, in class, because I happen to know that Kitty is as stubborn as a mule, and besides, she had always been a little envious of her older sister, always eager to do whatever Barbara did, much too early, sometimes. I guess it is a little tough to be the baby in a family. But there are limits! No, absolutely, no, I finally decided. I wasn't going to get involved sexually with Kitty. And once I had made up my mind, I tried to concentrate on what Miss Carmichael had to say about Reconstruction in the South.
I cleared out of there in a hurry, after classes, avoiding Kitty and going straight to Barbara's house. Above all, I had to know what those two had been talking about, and I wanted every word of it.
My older sister started laughing when she saw how upset I was and patted my cheek in a somewhat patronizing fashion to calm me down.
"Easy, Hal, the world isn't coming to an end," she said, and then she took my hand and started pulling me toward the bedroom.
"No, Barbara, not until you tell me why you had to let Kitty in on it!" I protested, then she whirled, pressing herself against me and reaching down into my crotch. Her hand started moving and my cock started rising again.
"Be a good boy now, won't you? You're not angry at your big sister, are you? You know I wouldn't do anything wrong, not anything that would be bad for you, or for Kitty, for that matter."
We wound up in bed before I knew how it had happened, and then she was pulling up her legs, so far up that I was able to get it into her asshole by coming from the front. We had discovered that position only recently and we both loved it because it made it possible to kiss and neck at the same time.
"Now this is the way I like you," she murmured, her face glowing, as I pumped away. "Now that you're doing it, can you tell me one thing wrong about it? And why shouldn't Kitty find a little pleasure in life, why should she save herself and hen be disappointed, the way I was? No, it would only do her good. It would only help her grow up into a really fine woman."
I was in no position and in no mood to argue just then, and when I had this funny vision of Kitty being there, in my arms, instead of Barbara, of that little mouth of hers, moist and soft, nibbling at my tongue, I just squeezed off my spurts of come all at once, injecting them at such high velocity that Barbara whimpered with pleasure as she, too, came.
It didn't take Barbara all that long, after that, to have her way with me. Bert had gone on a business trip to Chicago, that morning, she told me, and he wasn't due back for three days. When she picked up the phone and called home, asking Mother whether Kitty couldn't come over for dinner with her and myself, I didn't find it in me to protest. Of course Mother was delighted to send her. She was more than pleased to see her three children being to close to each other, poor woman, and it didn't take more than half an hour for Kitty to show up, She had even changed and showered in that time, I could tell from her wet hair. She was wearing a blue little dress with a very short skirt that made her look like a little girl except for those fantastic legs of hers And I think she must have painted on every ounce of makeup she owned, so that her lips were blood red, her cheeks glowing pink and her eyelids silvery-purple, a rather odd combination when you realize that her hair was braided neatly on either side of that canvas.
"You ran out on me today, after school, didn't you?" she grinned at me, and then squealed and protested as Barbara took her by the scruff of the neck and marched her off to the bathroom for a thorough scrubbing of the face. I laughed as I heard her protests and cries through the open bathroom door, and then she returned, looking a hell of a lot prettier than before, and sat down on a hassock in the corner, a pout on her cute little face.
"There now, that's better," laughed Barbara. "You want to seduce your brother or you want to scare him away?"
"I don't even want him any more," she grumbled. I was almost relieved.
"See how contrary she can be?" demanded Barbara. "That's what happens when a growing girl, almost a woman, sits on her frustrations!"
Barbara then came over to me, exciting me with her hand, right there in front of Kitty. To be perfectly frank with you, Doctor, I didn't even protest. I didn't care any more when Barbara had gotten my prick out of the trousers and was stroking it vigorously right in front of Kitty, I felt a kind of thrill running through me when the girl started ogling my member with curiosity.
"She hadn't even touched one yet," chuckled Barbara, fisting me with energy and getting off my lap, kneeling down beside me so that our younger sister wouldn't miss a thing.
"I have, too," pouted Kitty, finally getting into the conversation. "I touched Hugo's pecker one. But it wasn't like this, not stiff, I mean-"
"You couldn't have touched it for very long, and not very well, darling," cracked Barbara.
"And Hugo, if I am not mistaken, is that skinny kid in your class who always keeps his nose buried in some book? A highly unlikely prospect."
Then she concentrated again on what she was doing, and nothing could be heard in the room, for a while, but the soft clinking sound of the charms on her gold bracelet, as it flashed up and down, up and down.
"All right," Barbara said finally. "If it gets any stiffer and harder, it'll be turning to stone, kids. Well, Kitty, you wanna see what it feels like? Come one, don't be afraid of it, it doesn't bite. And if you really meant what you told me yesterday, if you really want to do everything the same way I'm doing it, you better start at the beginning. Come on, over here now, and give me your hand."
And there was Kitty, her eyes big with wonderment, letting her fingers glide up and down along the standing shaft, wherever Barbara, who was holding her wrist, guided her.
"All right, now grab it, Kitty. I mean, grab it hard. It doesn't break, you know. There, make a fist and squeeze. And now start jerking him off. Up and down, up and down, there, you see? Now you can do it all by yourself."
I was looking down at them, kneeling side by side, one teaching the other, and I was wondering whether Kitty was aroused and, if so, to what extent.
I soon had my answer to that question when the girl, without having been told to do so, quite spontaneously opened her mouth very wide and lunged. I thought I could see stars in front of my eyes, as I screwed them shut and jumped on my ass, feeling that sweet little tongue fret against my swollen glans.
"Well, well, not bad," laughed Barbara, and to my surprise I saw her slip her hand beneath Kitty's skirt.
"Just wanna see how she'd doing," she murmured, looking up at me briefly, and I didn't quite know why she was blushing.
And it took me a while, I confess, before I figured out that Barbara wasn't just checking out our sister's cunny hole, but that she was rummaging around in there with ever-increasing pleasure. What surprised me even more was to see that Kitty never even tried to stop her, and it was the first inkling I ever had that those two weren't exactly beginners in the matter, not when it came to giving each other pleasure.
Finally, there could be no doubt left in my mind, Barbara was masturbating Kitty most proficiently, and the longer she did it, the better the younger girl's sucking was getting.
Not that she was real good at it, not an expert like Barbara, not yet at least. But she did put her heart into it, she was trying so hard, and that little tongue was so quick that I would have easily deposited a few thick gobs of sperm on it, if only Barbara had allowed it to happen.
But Barbara, with a single-mindedness I was only beginning to recognize, had planned for us to go all the way and do it right now, in her bed, and under her supervision.
I cannot deny the fact that the sight of Kitty's willowy young body, once we were up in the bedroom and Barbara had undressed her, dispelled any misgivings that might still have remained in my heart. With her small, pert titties, with those long slender legs and the plump little vulva underneath the fluffy brown bush, there was nothing in the world I wanted more than to take her in my arms, than to rub my prick against that belly and finally stick it into her, anywhere, just as long as it was warm, tight and alive.
When I, too, was undressed, though, Barbara made me stand back and watch as she presented the most delicate, the most tempting parts of Kitty's body to my view.
"Now there's a really neat little pussy, wouldn't you say?" she murmured, prying my younger sister's cunt lips wide open and showing me the pinkness inside. Barbara's momentary embarrassment had obviously given way to her excitement and now that she was naked herself, she apparently had no qualms when she took Kitty's hand and pulled it into her crotch. Kitty, quite silent now, quite a little shaky, I'd say, was nevertheless doing exactly the right things with her fingers, stimulating her sister's twat and her clitty with smooth, gliding movements of the hand.
"Look! And to think that nobody has ever stuck his ding-dong into that tiny hole," panted Barbara, spreading Kitty out even further, and then she looked up at me.
"But you can kiss it, you know that? You won't bust her cherry with your tongue, not. a chance. Just dip it in a little and see what it does to her. Isn't that right, darling? Whaddya say, Kitty, want him to go down on you a little?"
"I don't know," whispered Kitty now. "I guess, if you say it's all right, if he really wants to do it."
"Of course he wants to do it, of course he does. Don't you, Hal? Or don't you know how?
Shall I show you first?"
Actually, I had never had the experience before. Barbara and I just never had gotten around to that. She was always in such a hurry to get my prick up into her. But I sure was willing to try, especially the way Kitty was lying there, with her pretty legs spread out and the smell coming from her cunt, so delicate, so inviting. Oh, yes, I would have thrown myself on it immediately if Barbara had not beaten me to it.
She was coming from above, leaning over Kitty's belly and she was sticking out her tongue as far as she could, holding her sister open with two fingers and tickling the tiny clitty with the tip of it. That way I was able to see just exactly how she did it, every little detail of it, the lightning-fast racing of the pink tip of the tongue over the pink little button of flesh that seemed to grow a little bigger between those trembling legs.
It didn't take her long at all to have Kitty sighing and moaning, to have her lash out with both arms, slapping her hands on the bedsheets and finally grabbing them by the fistful and pulling.
"There now, there-" said Barbara, suddenly moving her head away. "She's almost coming now. You take over, you finish it for her, all right, Hal? There's a good boy, yes, just like you saw me do it now. Back and forth, back and forth, and real hard and quick, all right?"
I was taking deep breaths through my nose because I loved the smell of Kitty's pussy so much, while at the same time lapping at her sensitive flesh, caressing the top of her smooth thighs, feeling them vibrate and tremble in my hands.
"Won't need any other lubricant for her asshole, either," chuckled Barbara as she watched us going at it. "Plenty of juice coming out, oh, yes, plenty of it."
I was still sucking on that delicious little clit when Barbara was beginning to ready the girl for anal penetration. She was holding on to her ankles and was beginning to pull them
way up, spreading them and thus lifting her ass off the bed, so that I would be able to penetrate frontally.
"She's coming now, right now!" panted Barbara, her voice trembling with excitement.
I jumped up, throwing myself forward and on top of my little sister. She cried out, and I did not know whether it was because of her climax or because she was frightened of what was about to happen, despite her eagerness to receive me.
Enough juice had dribbled down, all over the girl's anus, so that it really was not necessary to smear anything else into it. I planted my prick into that little hole, no more than the glans, to begin with, and then I tensed, hardened the muscles of my buttocks as I slowly, steadily, pushed forward.
"Is it going in?" whispered Barbara anxiously, and I nodded. She was holding Kitty's head cradled in her arms now, stroking her perspiring forehead and smiling down at her.
Bravely, the teenage kid grinned at her.
"He's fucking me now, isn't it so, Barbara? Oh, yes, he's fucking me in the ass." She was moaning a little, but by this time I was so sure that it was from pleasure.
I was really going in very carefully, controlling myself and wriggling a little from side to side to work my prick into her bowels. It was slow going, but I didn't mind.
I wasn't all the way in by a long shot when I could tell that Kitty was working up steam for a second climax, and then she became more slippery somehow and suddenly I was in, all the way, with the sphincter muscles sucking at the base of my shaft.
"Oh, yes, do that," I moaned, and began to thrust. I was going slowly, gently at first, but when my sister's soft, round arms hugged me, when she strained, trying to lift her head toward me so as to kiss me, I knew that it would be all right to pick up a little speed.
I licked my tongue across her lips, smiling at the thought that she certainly would still taste her own cunt on them. She was responding beautifully to every thrust now, her hands working themselves around my back until she locked them together and pulled me into her with each grinding of our pelvises against each other.
My strokes were beginning to get very long, very vigorous, and from the way Kitty kissed me I knew that I was doing to her just exactly what she needed.
"There it is," whispered Barbara suddenly.
"There, Hal, you're making her come again! Won't you look at her eyes, when it happens, my, isn't she beautiful? And that little smile, there, there-"
Barbara's voice rose, became almost shrill as she told me that another orgasm was taking place, as if I couldn't have seen and felt it for myself, the way Kitty's ass twitch, the way she squirmed and whimpered with joy!
I had never seen Barbara quite so excited, but then she wsa not being satisfied just then, she was enjoying the whole thing vicariously. The means she finally found to participate in our pleasure took me somewhat by surprise, but it also served to make my prick twitch and pump sperm into Kitty. Barbara threw herself on me, from behind, and her agile tongue went straight up into my shit hole and wriggled there until there just wasn't any more come in my balls or in my shaft!
Kitty was very silent when we walked home, much later that night. As for me, I didn't really know what to say to her, but when I sort of touched her hand, as she walked along beside me, she suddenly came very close and hugged me. It almost scared me, it was so fierce.
"You mustn't do that, not in the street," I whispered quickly, gently pushing her away from me.
"It isn't fair," she murmured sadly. "Just because you're my brother, I should have the right to hug you when I feel the way I do!"
"You'll hug me later, okay?" I reasoned with her, smiling at her impetuosity, despite my misgivings.
Still and all, my heart jumped a little when Dad asked whether we had had a good evening with Barbara and she said, "Fantastic!" with such enthusiasm that Dad's eyebrows went up a little.
"Well, I'm sure glad my children are so close to each other," he murmured with a smile, and I thought of what he might say if he actually knew just how close we were! I only knew he wouldn't smile about it, hell, no!
I wasn't all that surprised, that night, when a soft, warm hand that kept sliding up and down my belly woke me up. I had half-feared and half-hoped that Kitty would come to me, but for myself I simply did not have the courage to take the initiative.
My sleep had been light and restless, so that I was instantly awake, and in the darkness I could see nothing but only felt my kid sister's breath on my face. Our lips met, our mouths opened, and softly, gently, we kissed for long, delicious minutes.
"This time you're going to pop my cherry for me," she whispered when she slid, naked, into my bed. Her body felt smooth and cool at first, but then became very warm as we moved and rubbed against each other.
For a while I was dry-humping her like this, my prick held between her thighs, feeling the wetness increase from second to second as Kitty was becoming more and more excited.
"I don't want to fuck your pussy," I groaned., "Not yet, Kitty. Please don't do that!" I wriggled away from her as her hand seized my cock and aimed it straight at her slit.
"You are so silly," she whispered and tried again, rubbing my glans against her clitty, "you are a silly boy, all right. If I tell you it's okay, then it's okay, isn't it?"
"And what are you going to tell your husband on your wedding night?" I murmured.
"What husband? I'm never going to get married," she said, almost fiercely, and hugged me so that it knocked the wind out of me. And that's when I really started to worry about my baby sister!
Well, there's not much for me to be proud of, in all this, Doctor, but at least I did have the strength to resist when it came to screwing Kitty's cunny hole.
Much as I was tempted, I decided at least to wait for a while, maybe a few weeks or months, to see how things developed. After all, she's so young, she could very well fall in love with some guy from school, and I would have liked her to get deflowered by someone else than her own brother, even if it wasn't on her wedding night.
I simply couldn't accept the idea of Kitty actually being in love with me. It wasn't like that with Barbara at all. We were buddies. We were doing each other a lot of good but it didn't mean that we really were like lovers, if you know what I mean. But Kitty is so sensitive, and lately she has been after me again, demanding that I pop her cherry.
What I simply can't understand is the way Barbara encourages her in all this. I know she puts her up to it, and hen she laughs at me when I tell her that Kitty's too young, or that I won't do it because I'm her brother.
"If you fuck a girl's ass," Barbara keeps telling me. "Believe me, it's all right to go into her cunt, too." She says my values are all screwed up, and if by summer I haven't opened Kitty up, she promised to do it herself with a rubber prick she's going to buy in town. Now does that make sense?
CONCLUSION
I was hard put to explain to the young man that in some way it indeed made sense.
Obviously, Barbara felt that once the girl was deflowered, her brother would no longer be so reluctant, and from the psychological point of view I had to agree with her.
It is not that I could encourage Hal's incestuous activities, but on the other hand, neither could I admit the fine shades of morality that he seemed to apply to them. Certainly his younger sister was falling in love with him, and since things had gone this far, it seemed unhealthy for him to withhold complete and functional intercourse with her.
Psychologically, they certainly could not be any more intimate than they were.
Yet, it is not my role to point this out to my patient, but rather to help him speak of it more, until he finds whatever solutions are proper to his own personality.
In cases such as Hal's, the outcome of the adventure is uncertain. But most assuredly it would be absurd to predict future unhappiness, for sufficient instances of this kind are recorded in history, clinical and otherwise, which have somehow seen the triumph of individual feelings of love over the edicts of society.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Subject: Marvin T.
Age: Forty-two
INTERVIEW ONE
Seldom have I seen a case of analism, due to traumatic experience, develop so clearly into an obsession as in the case of Marvin T.
A handsome man, still in the prime of life, he had sufficiently become aware of his own motivations and compulsions to fall victim to them, but not sufficiently to master his passions.
It was a near-divorce after a relatively happy married life that had lasted eighteen years, that finally brought him to my doorsteps. He was able to pinpoint the origins of his anal obsession at the very start of our interview.
We had a maid at the time, Doctor. I was still in my early teens, an only child, and when Irene, a lovely Irish girl with reddish-blonde hair and green eyes, was hired by my mother, I was not without noticing her charms.
Of course, I would not have dared letting her know that her mere presence caused me to erect in a matter of seconds, but this did not prevent me from spending long hours, before falling asleep at night, extracting my sperm with my hands while thinking of Irene.
I don't know exactly when I truly became aware of my father's attention for the girl, but I would guess that it was right from the start, taking into consideration my high degree of curiosity and powers of observation.
I was jealous of my father, Doctor, truly jealous and soon I was observing him and Irene with an alertness that my mother, who was truly the one to be concerned, was quite incapable of.
A rather indolent, beautiful woman, Mother was too preoccupied with her various appointments at the dressmaker, the beauty parlor and with her friends for tea and chocolate eclairs to care very much about the glances exchanged between her husband and her maid.
Nevertheless, it wasn't until about three months after Irene's arrival at our house that the full meaning of what I had suspected hit me right between the eyes, this with an impact from which I have probably never recovered.
It was in the early afternoon, and I had remained home that day with a slight cold. Bored and horny as I was most of the time when left alone, I began wandering around the house in my pajamas, not really knowing what I was looking for, but vaguely hoping to spend a few minutes chatting with Irene. I would then return to bed, filled with the immediacy of my contact with her, with the vision of her plump, strong arms, her broad peasant smile and the sparkling eyes, and I would then sweat and pant for a while into my pillows, rubbing my joint until I would have relieved myself.
Mother was out visiting and Father-or so I assumed-was at his office at this hour. You can imagine my surprise when I heard the soft murmur of his voice, coming from the kitchen. Then there was a shrill little giggle, and I practically stumbled forward as I ran to the door to listen.
"Oh, no, sir, not like that," I heard Irene say, very softly, on the other side. Then there was a little cry, quickly followed by more giggling.
"Oh, sir, ohhhhhhh!" she moaned, and there was a very brief, rasping laugh from my father.
Trembling with I don't know what strange anticipation, I crouched down and put my eye to the keyhole, and in the next second I had, for the first time in my life, the spectacle of human male and female locked in sexual embrace.
Embrace is perhaps not the right word, since Irene was leaning forward, her hefty arms propping up her body as she rested her hands on the seat of the kitchen stool. Her skirt was bunched up at her waist, her rather voluminous rear end shining whitely, and my father was swinging his body back and forth as he stood behind her.
Since they were in profile, in relation to my position, I could clearly see the somewhat darker, rigid cock of my father as it slammed again and again into the young woman's anus.
My father's hands were holding Irene's buttocks, his fingers digging into the yielding flesh, and with his shirt and tie, with his trousers wrapped around his ankles, he was suddenly without all of that dignity he usually had.
"That's where you're tightest, baby," he was panting now. "That's where you give me the most pleasure, Irene!"
"Oh, but you're doing it too fast, too hard," she whimpered, the giggle gone from her voice.
On the edges of the stool's seat, her knuckles were turning white as she clung to it. When she turned her head slightly in my direction I' could see that she was biting her lower lip.
"I won't be long now, Irene," my father grunted, slamming himself into her at every greater speed. "Just hold on, darling, let me finish now. Oh, yes, oh, is it good."
Then he threw his head back and opened his mouth very wide, but not a sound came out of it. A kind of tremor seemed to have seized him, as if he were having a fit, and although I had never seen it, I knew that this was a man ejaculating. I myself did not yet climax with as much force and abandon, although in later years I held my own very well, if I say so myself.
I looked from him to the girl again, and the expression of tenseness had left her features.
She was smiling now, quite happily, and her body was moving in little spasms.
Suddenly, my father's prick was whipped out of Irene's asshole and he grabbed her, whirled her around to him and glued his mouth to hers.
"You're a good girl, a very good girl," he murmured after having kissed her for over a minute. "And now back to work, before my wife comes back and wonders what you have been doing all afternoon!"
"Yes, sir," whispered Irene meekly, and taking a dish rag from the sink, she wiped herself between her legs, one foot up on the stool which had so recently supported her for another kind of operation.
My father was watching her intently while pulling up his trousers and buckling his belt.
When he turned so that he faced the door, he looked just as he always did, dignified and serene, and I almost thought I had dreamed up everything.
But then I realized that he was coming closer to the door, that he would open it in another second or two, and seized with panic, I started upstairs to my room, my bare feet silent on the marble staircase. Father never saw me.
As you can well imagine, I spent the rest of the afternoon soothing my jealousy by fantasizing about Irene's rear end, substituting myself to my father as I jerked myself off, and softly I murmured every dirty word I knew to myself.
"I'm fucking your shit hole, Irene," I whispered. "I'm humping you in the ass now. Oh, go ahead and make it twitch, and I am going to fill you up with my come."
As you can well imagine, I spent a lot of time beating myself off in the days that followed and of course my fantasies always consisted of anal penetration.
But soon, much sooner than I would have anticipated in my wildest dreams, yet another example was set for me, one that would leave an even deeper mark on my future development.
As so many children do, I was regarding my mother as an asexual being, repressing whatever Oedipal desires I might have had for her out of a deep-seated fear and shame.
Yet my mother was a woman, and a passionate woman, at that, as I was soon to discover.
It was on a Wednesday, this I still remember clearly because Irene always had that day off. We were alone in the house, my parents and I, and after dinner they began talking softly, smiling at each other and whispering things I could not understand.
It was not the first time that this had happened, of course, but only now did I pay any attention to it. And suddenly my imagination went wild. Suddenly, I knew! They were getting ready to have intercourse tonight. Mother and Father would fuck!
I went to my room that night with my heart beating rapidly, for I had quite deliberately decided that I would spy on them. The thought of my mother submitting to the same kind of treatment I had seen Irene receive from my father seemed almost impossible, and at the same time this fantasy thrilled me as nothing ever had before.
There was something dark and forbidden about thinking of my mother's ass, and that was precisely what excited me, what made me throw caution to the wind to the point that I sneaked up to the bedroom door behind which they were together, a little while later.
I fervently hoped that fate would be with me, that the key would be turned in such a way, inside the lock, that I would be able to see through. I hoped that they would not put out the light. I hoped all the cards were stacked in my favor!
And everything seemed to play into my hands, because as I knelt in the narrow halfway, my eye glued to the keyhole, I saw my mother open her dress on top, slowly, her fingers fondling each button with delicacy, while her beautiful face radiated with a kind of inner glow that I had never seen before.
Not only was I able to see, but I could also hear clearly since my parents thought I was in bed, in my room, and out of hearing.
"You still like them?" I heard my mother say as she bared her opulent, firm breasts. I stared, saliva trickling down from the corner of my open mouth as my father's hands gripped the delicate flesh. I was sure he was hurting her, the way he grabbed her, but her smile did not waver.
Father was naked now, and as he moved I saw the enormous cock sticking out between his legs, pointing at Mother, twitching slightly until it disappeared in both her hands.
"Slowly, darling, nice and slowly," he groaned, and she masturbated him, when he released her breasts, then bowed down over his crotch and to my amazement I saw his glans disappear inside her mouth.
I don't know whether many children have the occasion of observing their mothers perform fellatio on their fathers, but it certainly is an unforgettable experience.
In my parents' case, it was especially dramatic because Mother, as I soon realized, was an extraordinary cock-sucker. Not only did she move her head up and down at a very fast speed, but her jaws were moving, her tongue was fretting out from time to time, and suddenly she lunged, gagged a little and continued, pressing her face down into my father's crotch so that the tip of his prick must have been all the way down her throat.
Slowly she raised her head again, up and up until the rim of his glans appeared at her tightly hugging lips. Spittle was covering the entire prick so that it glistened and then it disappeared again.
Mother had slowed down considerably now and only later in life did I realized how expertly she had sucked him off, how she had sensed his reactions even before they occurred, prolonging his pleasure by varying the rhythm of her bobbing head.
Of course I had my own pecker out, by that time, stroking it furiously as I watched Father suddenly jerk his prick out of my mother's mouth.
"Don't you want to come down my throat?" she purred.
"I want to come up your asshole, darling. Tonight, we're going to do it!"
My mother's expression changed from tenderness and passion to one of dismay.
"Are you starting with that again?" she moaned. "You know that I cannot bear it. No, no, it's quite out of the question. Come, darling, be good now, and eat your wife's pussy for a while-" She let herself fall back on the bed, pushing her open legs toward him, and this time I saw her twat for the first time, totally exposed, open, glistening with a moisture that seemed to come out of her body.
The vision was only a brief one, for now my father's head was hiding the red gash, nodding in it, patiently servicing my mother as she had serviced him.
But Father was at it much longer than Mother had been, so that I saw her arms lash out, flailing aimlessly through empty air, saw her back arch up, slender, supple and heard her scream of pleasure.
"I'm commmmminnnnnnn!" she shrilled at the ceiling, moving her pelvis furiously without ever losing my father's sucking mouth.
"Oh, darling, darling, you were good tonight," she moaned when it was over. "But don't ask me to take you in the rear, love, please don't!"
Her last few words were obviously prompted by my father's efforts to turn her over. She resisted, but he was much stronger and apparently determined to have his way with her.
The fact is that my mother's behind was much smaller, much more delicate and to my taste, much more appealing than Irene's. When I saw it, all aquiver and dimpled as she tightened her muscles in fright, I couldn't understand any more why my father had bothered cornholing the maid. But when I saw what difficulties Mother was making, how fiercely she began to resist when he wedged his prick in between her buns, I could feel for him and realized that the girl's submissiveness could tempt him.
"You're hurting me, you bastard," my mother whined, and then she lashed out, her hand behind her, and Father became angry.
It was a rare thing for him to so much as raise his voice to Mother, but now he was yelling at her.
"Hold still, you spoiled bitch, or it's really going to hurt!" And when she wriggled again, just as he was about to put it in, his hand went up above his head and suddenly came down sharply on her buttocks.. There was a loud, slapping sound and my mother screeched, more in fury than in pain.
"WiU you bold still, now?" Father hissed, but she was hissing at him like a maddened cat, lashing out with both hands, and her claw-like, sharp fingernails left a streak on his thigh.
"All right, all right," he said, suddenly very quiet. He got up and went to the closet.
"What are you doing?" Mother asked in a low voice, still trembling with anger. _ Father did not reply but when he turned around he was holding a fistful of his neckties.
"No, not that!" Mother moaned, her eyes widening. She sat up on the bed, her hands flying to her mouth as he approached. Father still said nothing, advancing upon her, and suddenly, before I knew what was happening he was on top of her, holding her, forcing her down, trying to do something to her with one of the neckties.
Mother wasn't screaming anymore. She was concentrating so hard on fighting him off, and somehow all this, the naked bodies writhing and struggling, the fear in Mother's eyes, excited me even more. Finally, Father slapped her smack across the face, hurdling her down on the bed, and she began to cry softly. There wasn't much resistance after that, just a little twitching and kicking as he stuffed one tie into her mouth and tied a second one around her head to hold it in.
He's gagging her, and now he's going to bind her, I thought. And when he's got her helpless, all tied down, he's going to fuck her in the ass. He's going to shove his big prick right up my Mommy's shit hole and pump her until he comes, and never mind if it hurts her.
My hand was flying back and forth at my crotch, and yet I did not want to ejaculate just now, not at this early stage. I wanted to hold it until he was doing it to her, and with an almost superhuman effort I mustered enough will power to take my hand away from my prick long enough.
I watched and continued to wait' until Father had done just exactly what I thought he wanted to do, until Mother was spread-eagled on the bed, lying on her belly, her four limbs tied to the four legs of the bed by means of neckties.
"That's what you get for being such a pill," grumbled Father. The fight and the struggling did not seem to have affected his appetite for her, though, since his prick was standing up as stiffly as before. I thought he would stick her with it now, but instead he knelt at her side, slipped his hand beneath her body and began moving it slowly.
"Sure enough, you stupid bitch, now you're all dried up!" he said. "Let's see if I can't get your cunt to cream again. Let's just see-" Of course he was masturbating my poor mother, and her temperament, her fiery nature was such that she began to twitch very soon, even though she sobbed through the gag in her mouth.
"That's my good girl, that's the way-" Daddy was chuckling, and his hand moved faster.
Then he pulled out his fingers, covered with Mother's cunt juice and started rubbing it into the crack between her buttocks.
"Well, you're doing all right after all," he chuckled. "Quite all right. It'll be smooth going."
Mother sobbed quite loudly through her nose when he shoved his tool up her asshole, and from the way he strained I could tell it was not quite as easy as he had said it would be.
Mother had to be extremely tight back there, and I could well understand that she felt pain when as thick and long a shaft as the one between Daddy's legs was rammed into her bowels.
Father was so excited by now that the operation at least did not last very long. After going at it furiously for a While, no more than five minutes or so, I could hear him groan.
"Now," he grunted. Now it's coming!"
At that very moment, the thickest squirt of sperm ever shot from the tip of my glans and splashed against my parents' bedroom door. Panic-stricken, I-managed to catch the rest in my hands and quickly slipped it into my pajama jacket. Then, with a corner of it, I cleaned off the door as best I could, missing whatever else was going on inside the room.
They never knew that I had seen it all, never suspected that I knew the reason for Mother's pout, the next morning, for the bunch of roses Dad brought her later in the evening. But for me it was an experience to remember. And when, a few years later, the girl I was dating suggested that I penetrate her anally, as we necked in the back of a car, because she was still a virgin, I made the most fateful decision of my life. I asked her to marry me, and only now do I have doubts concerning that decision. You see, Doctor, my wife has absolutely refused me entrance to her behind for almost a year now.
INTERVIEW TWO
We were, of course, coming to grips with the most burning problems in Marvin's married life now, and when he returned to my office for the second time I asked him to go into the details of his relationship with Cora.
Cora is extremely beautiful, although only three years younger than myself. And over the years, her anal passage has not dilated in the least. If anything, her control over her sphincter muscles has developed to a point of perfection that is indescribable.
About eight months ago, much as I enjoyed ass-fucking her, I did realize that the sameness of this routine was becoming somewhat monotonous for me. The vision of how my father had done it returned again and again, more and more often, and the fact that Cora never needed to be coaxed, let alone be immobilized for this kind of penetration was beginning to bother me.
The memory of my mother's naked body, held down, strapped down to the bed, haunted me. If only once, just once, Cora had refused me entrance, giving me a chance to treat her the way Father had treated Mother on that memorable night!
But now, she always offered her anus to me with a smile on her beautiful lips, wriggling her ass and spreading her rectum open with her fingers, whether she received me lying on her belly or on her back.
Somewhat embarrassed since it was the first time I confessed my childhood experience to anyone, I told Cora one night about the way it had been with my parents, told her of the fantasies that had begun to bother me.
"So you want to tie me down, do you?" she giggled that night, warm and soft in my arms.
"You want to force me-"
"We could make believe-" I murmured and kissed her.
But to my surprise she refused me her lips. Her expression changed quite suddenly and she twisted away from me.
"Well, you're a disgusting person, you know that? For all these years I have refused you nothing. In fact, I have enjoyed everything with you, and now that isn't enough for you, you want to do something against my will! Get away from me!"
It took me a while to soothe her, and we did make love that night, but it was in the classical, accepted way and she steadfastly refused to let me turn her over for a little assfucking.
For weeks it went on that way, and I was quite desperate over it, to the point where a kind of anger against my wife began to grow and grow inside me.
It was about a month ago that I decided to do as my father had done, to subdue her and force her entrance into her anus, no matter what the consequences.
It was late, after dinner, and Cora was feeling love-dovey, I could tell. We were sitting on the couch, watching TV, and she was massaging my cock very softly and finally had her head down between my legs, so that I didn't ever get the gist of the late movie that night.
Up and down went her head, and she sucked me quite deeply until I no longer saw the screen in front of me but only her ass, imagining the dark little hole, so tight and neat, and her fingers as they were doing it months ago, and for so many years, depressing the fleshy sides of the long valley to make the puckered orifice stand out.
I stroked Cora's hair softly as she continued her blow-job on me and then I told her quietly that I was going to fuck her in the ass.
"Like hell you are!" she spatted, letting my cock slip out of her mouth and sitting up.
"Yes, Cora, darling, I am going to do it to you, and since you force me to be brutal, I shall have to treat you in the only manner possible that is left to me."
And with that, almost senseless with excitement, I seized her by the hair and thus pulled her off the couch. She struggled, and stared at me with horrified eyes, and that alone served to increase my passion. Much as I loved her, there was nothing I would not have done to get my way now!
It was a long, bitter struggle until I had her where I wanted her, only she did not cry but simply fought me tooth and nail until I was covered with scratches. She fought silently, breathing hard and perspiring with exertion, until I had dragged her to the bedroom and torn her nightie off her lovely body. I used strips that I tore from it to bind her wrists so that she could no longer scratch, in front of her, and threw her on the bed.
She was kicking furiously as I took her across my knee and began fondling her anus. I could feel it twitch in quick little spasms as I shoved my finger into it, quite beside myself with excitement, and finally rolled her over on her back.
"I'm going to put it into you so deep it'll make you howl," I hissed, loving and hating her at the same time, and when she struggled again I actually slapped her.
Never before had I raised my hand to my wife, but now I could no longer stop myself, making her head reel from side to side until the tears came.
Sobbing hysterically, she finally held still as I pressed her legs back and forth to penetrate.
At last she spoke up again.
"I don't want it. You disgust me!" she whimpered. I went in deeper.
"Get away from me. Don't touch me. Ohhhhh, don't push it in like that. I never want you to touch me again!"
"That's it, keep talking," I grunted. "I like to hear it! Tell me if it hurts you, because if it does, I'll just move a little faster and shove it in harder!"
"Oh, yes, yes, oh, it hurts me soooo!" she wailed, and this did surprise me a little since we had bad intercourse so often in that very same manner. But I figured that all the months of disuse had probably tightened up the passage some more and now it had become overly sensitive to the penetration of my prick.
Instead of easing up, instead of taking pity upon the woman I love, I began fucking her savagely, relentlessly, and her convulsive spasms as she writhed in pain so closely resembled those of a rutting woman in the throes of passion that her twitching asshole soon sucked my sperm from my rod.
Now she was lying on her side, whimpering and sobbing softly as I fingered her crotch.
"You mustn't do that again. Not ever," she whimpered. "Oh, please, darling, please, promise you won't!"
"I promise that I'm going to fuck your shitty asshole every night of the week from now on," I hissed, again sticking my finger into it. And just to make sure you don't give me a hard time like tonight, Cora, I am going to buy some solid leather straps for you. And every night, right after dinner, I am going to put them on you and fuck your ass until your eyeballs come out!"
Oh, how she pleaded with me! And then, how angry she got, berating me and calling me names I didn't even know existed.
I kept my promise, though, purchasing some long leather tongs in a sandal shop. The man there, I remember, gave me a funny sort of smile when he wrapped it all up and then murmured something about having received a recent shipment of excellent bull whips, in case I was interested. I was horrified and hurried out of his store as quickly as I could, feeling ashamed and guilty once more, realizing that I was turning in some kind of a monster, but unable to stop myself.
In my mind I was already devising new ways of tying Cora down, new positions into which to force her writhing body, and when I reached home, I did not even wait until after dinner.
Grabbing her by the arm, I led Cora to the bathroom this time. I knew just exactly what I wanted to do, and when I was through, she was standing in the tub, her raised arms tied to the shower head and tightly pulled straps holding her thighs open. I had used what I could find to attach them to, the handle of the window for the left leg, the faucet of the sink for the right.
Her back was tinned to me now and she whimpered as she received the stream of warm water into her face. I wanted her wet, soapy and slippery and had turned it on.
With both hands I lathered her wriggling body from head to toes, pausing between her legs for long, delicious minutes, titillating her clitty and soaping up her shit hole.
Naked, standing behind her, I hefted my prick in my hand and aimed it. With the lather on her buttocks and between them, I sank into her flesh as a knife entered a bar of butter.
I decided that I was going to enjoy it for a long time, for once, pausing when she wriggled too much, resuming my pumping when she calmed down somewhat and provoking spasms in her that once more imitated those of an orgasm.
When I finally ejaculated, I had my arms wrapped around that willowy, slippery, struggling body, both middle fingers stuck inside Cora's cunt, and yet another series of convulsive spasms on her part added to the pleasure of my own climax.
And so it has been now, night after night, week after week, my pleasure increasing each time, together with my fear of losing Cora.
How much longer is she going to take the treatment to which I am subjecting her? She adamantly refuses to submit voluntarily to anal penetration, as I told you earlier, and has to be forced each and every time.
Her attitude, during the day, when we don't have sex together, does not seem to have changed too much. She can still be tender and sweet, and she certainly enjoys all the flowers I bring home every night. But I know from the way she reacts when it comes to my pleasure that something must come to a head pretty soon.
I love her, Doctor. I love her most dearly, and yet I cannot stop myself any more!
CONCLUSION
I could not help smiling when he had finished his story. It is simply amazing how many men, living for years with the same women, never fathom the depth of her mystery, never fully understand the deeply intuitive reactions of the female of the species.
To me, it was absolutely obvious that Cora's behavior, her refusal, her entire attitude was a complete put-on and I could only admire her steadfastness in the matter.
Had she agreed to Marvin's suggestion that they play games, imitating the actions of his parents, so long ago, he would never have derived as much pleasure from it than when he believed it was actual reluctance, on her part, actual violence on his.
From Marvin's descriptions, it was quite obvious, too, that the convulsive movements of her body, resembling those of a woman in heat, were in fact precisely that. That she was able to convince him they were caused by pain was yet another tribute to her talents as an actress.
Almost with a heavy heart, since I was destroying the exquisitely constructed illusion, I told Marvin what I thought. It was necessary because for him the matter had gone too far, his feelings of guilt had become too weighty and could, indeed, through some backlash, destroy his marriage.
The expression of relief in his eyes, though, told me that I had been right to open them for him.
"Oh, she's the greatest, simply the greatest," he said, shaking his head over and over.
"What could I ever do to repay her for all this? For he immense pleasure she had given me?"
"By continuing to play the game now," I told him. "Never let on that you know, continue enjoying it together, but for the sake of her own satisfaction, so that you may buttress your deep feelings of love for each other," I explained, "you absolutely must alternate anal intercourse, with frontal, vaginal penetration."
Marvin promised to follow my advice to the letter and I am quite sure that this couple, entering a second and more exciting phase in their married life, will enjoy sex together for many more years than others who fear experimentation more than boredom.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Subject: Jenny K.
Age: Twenty-two
INTERVIEW ONE
Jenny K., a lovely girl with a firm handshake and open, happy eyes that looked straight at you, told me that, as so many working women today, she was not in the least anxious to get married.
She was enjoying the freedom of her bachelorette, enjoying the active sexual life she led and in which she felt fully entitled to pick and choose, to try out a man and to discard him if he proved unsatisfactory.
It was only lately that she had become somewhat more deeply involved with a young pianist whose bedroom manner, as far as Jenny was concerned, left something to be desired.
She told me about it in the easy, slangy manner of today's "with it" city girl.
Look, we've all got our little hangups, right, Doctor? I don't mind catering to those of my lovers, for as long as it does me no harm, but with Lenny, it's a little special. What the poor boy is after is my ass.
Funny thing is, he's such a darn good lover in every way, when it comes to normal sex, the way I enjoy it. But I'll be damned if I let him stick that beautiful cock of his up my rear end, even if it's the thing he wants more than anything else.
Oh, I didn't mind it when he started fumbling around with it each time he humped me. It even feels good and exciting, especially when we both start coming. But then he went deeper and deeper inside with his fingers, and I finally told him to cut it out.
Lenny just laughed, at first, and asked me how I could object to his finger when he intended to shove his prick into the hole.
"Over my dead body, you are," I laughed, not taking him seriously. But then he went after it with a vengeance, bringing up the subject every time I spent the night at his apartment, or when he slept over at my pad.
"Why don't you at least try it?" he would ask me and then I had to struggle to keep his hands away from my asshole. I could tell it was becoming an obsession with him, and if it had been anyone else, believe me, I wouldn't have put up with that kind of nagging and would have given him his walking papers.
But Lenny has a way of playing Chopin, Oh, I guess I'm a little sentimental about him.
More than a little, dammit! And that's why I got us into this mess we're in right now. Just exactly the thing not to do!
There's this girl living in the next apartment to mine, you see, a sweet little chick, a dumb blonde, if you know the type. She doesn't have anything they call "visible means of support." But there's a couple of sugar daddies hanging around from time to time who probably take care of her.
Kim takes it easy, as you can well imagine, and if she doesn't watch it, she's going to be fat before she's thirty. Right now she's just very pleasantly plump, with that kind of roundness to her arms and breasts that men go crazy over.
Of course, she gets bored easily, not having much to do and not many inner resources.
So she comes over for a chat, usually at the worst possible times, but I like her and I can tell her to beat it when I can't have her over without offending her.
Then I go over when I have time and invite her for a little drink or she invites me, and although we are quite different from each other, we have finally become pretty good friends.
So good, in fact, that one day not long ago, I went ahead and told her about my troubles with Lenny. But if I had counted on a little sympathy, I had gone to the wrong person all right. She only giggled and like always, when we talked of sex, she was starting to fidget around on her corner Of the couch. I just knew that sweet little slut was getting all excited!
"Isn't he that dreamy dark-haired stud that I saw coming out of here last night?" she giggled. I nodded, not very much surprised that she knew who was coming and going.
"Why, I'd think he'd do it to you nice, real nice," she smiled.
"What do you know about it?" I challenged her.
"What do I know about it? Oh, Jenny, baby, I could tell you stories. Why, if you were to ask Alfie, my sweet, pot-bellied real estate broker, he'd tell you all about it."
"You mean he cornholes you?" I laughed. She wriggled a little and nodded.
"And it doesn't hurt?"
"Not any more. Oh, in the beginning yes, just a little, but now we learned how to do it right, with a little cream to make it all nice and slippery. Why, it's a lot of fun now!"
I didn't say anything, but I sure felt it was pretty disgusting. Still, the thought of Kim screwing around like that, letting her boy friends shoot their wad up her little shit hole kept turning around in my head and that led to a lot of wrong decisions, I feel.
That night I had Lenny over, for a change, and when we started to screw I remembered my conversation with Kim. Lenny and I had had just a little too much to drink before going to bed and we were just doing it slowly, leisurely now, both of us knowing that we would enjoy it for a long time before coming.
When he started playing around with my asshole, I twitched and tightened the muscles of my buttocks to keep him out, but he laughed and tried to force the way in.
"If you're all that eager for it," I told him with a little pout, ""why don't you find yourself a girl who likes that kind of thing? There are plenty of them around, I bet."
"Not that many," he grinned, "and I sorta like you, see?"
I was feeling real grand and generous, so I said I wouldn't mind if he found himself somebody just for that, that I would still want him.
"Just make sure you wash off that prick of yours before you come to me and expect me to go down on you," I giggled, thinking the whole idea was very funny.
"I don't know any other girl. I don't want any other girl," he grumbled, grabbed my tits and thrust a little harder.
"And if I told you there's one right next door who would just go crazy over it?" I murmured, throwing caution to the wind, perhaps testing him a little. I know I shouldn't have done it, one doesn't play around with things like that, not with a real horny guy like Lenny, in any case.
"I don't care," he grumbled but I had seen a flicker of interest in those dark eyes of his.
Now I was really saying crazy things, sticking my neck out, challenging him and teasing him.
"I bet she's just watching TV right now. I bet she would come right over if I asked her, and who knows, you could even finish up the evening the way you really would like to."
"Stop kidding around, baby," he laughed. "Just concentrate on what you're doing right now."
He was giving it to me so hard now, so deep, that he wound up making me come within a minute or so. With a few clever little contractions of my cunt, I coaxed all of his sperm out of him, feeling it trickle warmly into me, loving him for it and becoming excited once more, even as my first orgasm of the evening ebbed away.
We had a little drink of afterwards, while we rested up, and it was he who started bringing up the subject of Kim all of a sudden, much to my dismay, I admit.
"You know that girl next door real well, don't you?" he asked, trying to look casual about it, the little bastard.
"I sure know her," I answered. "We sort of tell each other everything."
"And you told her I wanted to get you in the ass and she said she'd do it, is that it?"
"More or less," I admitted.
"And now the whole idea excites you, isn't that so? You don't want to do it, but it excites you to think about it, about fantasizing of me and that chick, with me pumping her asshole, right?"
"If you put it so elegantly," I sneered, at the same time realizing that this was probably the hidden reason of my strange behavior that night. After all, who was Kim, compared to me?
A sweet little whore, but nothing much more. Wouldn't it be stupid of me to actually be jealous of a girl like her? And wasn't it the thing to do, nowadays, these little threesomes, just a tiny little orgy? I had never been to one, and like most women of my generation, I guess, I was indeed a little curious.
After another drink had made me quite a bit woozy, I went right along with the idea, telling him that Kim had probably a lovely round ass, all soft and sweet, although I had never seen it. I was exciting him and I knew it. And finally, when he weakly shook his head again and again at my suggestions I jumped to my feet.
"You know what?" I said. "I'm going to call her right now. I mean, what's the harm in having her over for a drink, right?"
Lenny told me I was impossible, but he didn't say no. So I went over to the phone and even though my fingers trembled just a little, I dialed Kim's number.
No, she wasn't asleep yet, and she wasn't with anybody. She was watching the late show on TV and stuffing herself with candy, she told me, and anything that would make her stop doing that would be more than welcome.
"Then come and get your ass over here. Meet my boy friend," I said.
"What's the occasion?" she wanted to know.
"No occasion. Just thought the two of you might enjoy each other's company."
"You wanna get rid of him?"
"Oh, no, it's not that at all, honey. Just a drink together, that's all," I said quickly, not daring to go into any further details.
"What shall I wear?" she wanted to know, and I realized that Lenny and I were bare-assed naked.
"Come as you are," I chuckled.
"I've got my nightie on," she laughed.
"It's only three steps from your door to mine, isn't it?" I said. "So come on and hurry over. The night is young."
I hung up and quickly grabbed my bathrobe, throwing Lenny's shorts at him as I slipped into it.
"Get ready for company," I said.
"You're a nut," he objected, but smiled. "Do you realize that the whole place reeks of pussy and come?" I hadn't thought of it and quickly threw open the window, but then the doorbell rang and I just shrugged. If Kim didn't like the smell, she could always leave, right?
Her pert little nose sniffed quickly and discreetly as she came into the apartment, and then she grinned. Neither of us had to say a word, we both knew what the other was thinking.
But then she looked away from me and at Lenny's, who was sitting by the table, wearing only his white shorts and his beautiful tan. Her eyes roamed all over his muscular young body, and I could just feel her get horny!
"Hi," they said to each other, and Lenny's damn shorts started to bulge. I couldn't really blame him, the way she stood there in her bare feet, the baby doll nightie stopping just above her round knees, her bare arms cuddly and white and those innocent blue eyes sort of telling the world that she'd always do whatever she was told because she was a good little girl. Any minute now, I expected the brat to start sucking on her thumb.
We had a couple more drinks together, and the conversation was a little sluggish at first, but then I managed to get it going when I said that I was for sexual freedom as a matter of principle but couldn't quite get myself emotionally accustomed to the idea.
We kicked that around for a while, just sort of in theory, and Lenny, who knew what was up, began more and more personal.
"Now look at me," he said and we sure were looking. "I'm a man with the normal desires of a man, able to respond to a pretty girl, whether I know her well or not. Why should a woman feel she has to be in love before going to bed with a guy?"
"I don't think she has to," said Kim fervently.
"Yeah, like Kim here, pretty as she is, and much as I love you, Jenny, I could easily get an erection just thinking of her."
"You've already got one, you bum," I laughed, looking at his crotch, and then we all laughed.
I was feeling wild, real wild that night and now the moment was right for something to happen. I went over to sit on Lenny's lap and simply started kissing him. I knew that would excite us all a little more.
"Hey, hey," giggled Kim after watching us stick our tongues into each other's mouth for a while, "you think I'm made of wood or something?"
"Well, then come over here, you silly girl," I said, reaching out to her. "We're friends, aren't we? Share and share alike-" I didn't have to repeat the invitation. A second later, she was sitting on Lenny's right knee while I occupied the left, and as he turned his face to her with a smile, he encountered her open, hungry little mouth.
So what, so what, so they're kissing, I thought, watching their jaws work feverishly, and actually I wasn't one bit jealous. If it had happened behind my back, maybe it would have been different.
Now I felt completely free to do whatever I wanted, and what I wanted more than anything was to relieve the awful itching in my cunt, and so I let my bathrobe drop open and started to finger it a little, nice and easy.
It's funny because I had never been able to masturbate in front of my boy friends, even when they asked me to because they said they'd love to watch. But now everything went, just about everything!
Lenny had his hand down in Kim's crotch, and of course, she wasn't wearing a thing beneath her nightie. I could soon see and smell that golden pussy of hers, and I was quite amazed at the way she started to respond, moving around on his knee, clinging to him, until all of a sudden her hand was on my tit!
Instinctively, I slapped it away, but then it came back and I left it there. It felt nice, that sweaty little hand squeezing and probing my flesh, and finally I started fondling her a little myself.
Lenny suddenly looked at me, his deep brown eyes questioning, slightly worried.
"Jenny-" he murmured, "I don't want you to be angry with me."
"It's all right, darling, quite all right," I smiled, and then I got up, took them both by the hand and pulled them over to the bed.
The question of anal intercourse was never mentioned, but Kim sure hadn't forgotten a thing I had said about it. After we had all excited each other for a while on the bed, with my going so far as to let her stick her tongue into my mouth, Kim suddenly flung herself down on her belly buried her face in her crossed arms and lay still.
Of course, Lenny started going after her behind, massaging it firmly and languorously, nd then I whispered, "Go ahead", go inside," and grabbed his prick.
He held still as I pulled down his shorts and then pushed Kim's nightie up to her neck. As for me, I shrugged off my bathrobe and snuggled down against him so that I could hold his tool in my mouth while he worked up steam on the girl's ass.
From time to time. I stopped sucking to look at what was going on, and very soon he had both his thumbs poking into Kim's anus, going in deep, to the first joint, then all the way.
"Go ahead, darling, go-" I murmured. "Fuck her now. Fuck her asshole like you always wanted, wait, here-I'm going to help you put it in!"
I was terribly excited by the sight of his plunger digging into that sweet little behind and I forgot all about my disgust for such things.
Kim moaned a little and said that he was very big, but then she picked herself up, on her knees, keeping her head down, so that she was able to wriggle her ass while he fucked it.
Yes, yes, he was actually doing it now, his cock stuck inside her bowels and his muscles working and contracting as he thrust into her.
I was beginning to moan a little, right then, and started to finger myself again, but it wasn't enough, it was far from what I needed. I felt a little frustrated because I knew that I would have quite a wait now, with Lenny first climaxing into Kim's asshole and then having to rest up a little before he could get stiff again.
Suddenly I felt Kim's hand on my arm, the one that was moving and twisting as I jerked off, and I looked at her. Without turning her head, she was pulling me toward her, to the front, and I followed and didn't know what she was up to.
She was on her knees and on her elbows now, like a crouching little animal, rocking under the pounding of Lenny's copulating thrusts, and there was a happy little smile on her lips.
"Come, let me-" she murmured, continuing to pull clumsily at my arm, until I was squatting down in front of her. Suddenly I realized what she wanted, and with a shudder that shook me from head to toe, I sat and opened my legs. Her pretty little face came down into my lap.
I really have to admit it, Doctor, but the experience was totally satisfying, quite extraordinary. There I sat, looking up into Lenny's eyes as he writhed with passion, pumping away at high speed, and down below there was this tongue fretting inside my cunt and all over my clitty, and somehow it was as if Kim was no more than a vehicle through which my lover's onslaughts were transferred into my body, at the same time transforming them into something infinitely softer, more delicate.
There could be no doubt in my mind, Kim was experienced in such things. The way her lips clung to my turgid clit when I was about to come, the way they sucked and held me, right to the end of my climax, I knew she had done such things many times before.
As for my Lenny, I had never heard him make so much noise as now, when he finally shot his wad into Kim's bowels.
Afterwards, still dripping with sperm, he was all over me, asking me whether I had liked watching it, whether I wouldn't want to try it myself. But I was firm. I shook my head, even when he kissed me, even when Kim continued to tickle my pussy, and finally he made love to me the way I liked it best, reaming out my cunt with a prick which was as stiff as ever, as active as ever and I remember screaming my pleasure until Kim's soft mouth and tongue closed mine, stifling my outbursts and bringing delicacy and softness to my climax.
INTERVIEW TWO
I could not believe that Jenny's recent experience would not lead her further along the way to complete liberation, and when she returned for her second session, she confirmed my suppositions.
Well, I finally did it with Lenny. Oh, hell, they were both working on me for days now, especially when they learned that I was going into therapy.
"Lemme give you something to talk about, Hon," Lenny kept urging. And now that Kim was present almost each and every time we made love, always participating quite actively, the thing had somehow lost its fearsomeness for me.
There was one thing in particular that tempted me, something I had done for Kim and which I very much wanted to experience myself. She had not asked me to go down on her, not in so many words, but the position she suggested to Lenny that particular night was quite suggestive enough.
She had him sit on the edge of the bed and skewered herself on his prick, rectally, of course, with her back to him. Sliding forward on the sloping thighs of the young man, she was retained by his arms around her torso and by the dart stuck in her behind. Her legs were dangling on either side of his so that her pussy gaped open, smelling of desire and passion, dripping with it, to be quite explicit about it, and after I had sat there before the two-of them, watching it happen for a while, I found it utterly natural to fall upon my knees, to run my fingers through Kim's golden blonde bush and finally to glue my mouth to her open flesh.
She started uttering little cries of pleasure, thrusting wildly and erratically until I gripped her thighs to hold her in place. Laughing with nervousness and pleasure, I really went to work on her then, trying to repay her for every pleasure she had given me so far.
Oh, what is dirty about a woman's sex, anyway? I have one myself, and I sure as hell like to have someone suck it out, it doesn't matter too much who it is, man or woman. Not any more. So who was I to turn up my nose at so sweet and delicate a little snatch as the one that was offering itself to me now?
I went far inside with my tongue, right up her fuck hole, and I could feel Lenny's prick against my chin, moving up and down into her asshole.
"You're doing it so well, Jenny. Oh, it's so wonderful, uhhhhh!" Kim kept moaning, spurring me on to ever greater prowess.
I didn't even mind swallowing the stuff that was coming out of her now, just as I always swallowed everything when Lenny came inside my mouth. It tasted just fine, exciting.
At last our combined efforts had caused Kim to climax and she was lying in my arms, catching her breath, while Lenny fondled my twat very slowly, very gently.
Soon I could feel his fingers slip from the cunt to the ass, entering the crack and finally the hole. Instinctively, although I actually didn't mean to do it, I wriggled away from him. There was such a sad look on his face!
I was quite unable to sleep that night, thinking about what had happened, trying to put myself into Kim's place, and the more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me. It must have been almost three o'clock in the morning when I started to rim my tongue up and down Lenny's arm to rouse him from his sleep.
He mumbled something and grabbed for me.
"Tomorrow night, darling," I whispered. "Tomorrow we're going to ask Kim over again, and then you are going to make love to me. From the back, you know, the way you always wanted."
Lenny came fully awake, that very second, murmuring sweet little nothings into my ear and caressing my breasts, but I had gotten a big weight off my chest. I had finally been able to make a decision, so that even as he caressed and fondled me, I blissfully drifted off to sleep.
Kim, when I called her in the morning, even broke a date with her real estate man for the same evening, just to be there when I was getting it in the ass for the first time. She arrived long before Lenny and insisted on "preparing" me as she put it.
She had arrived with a little jar of vaseline, and after having me strip and lie down on the bed, she began to lubricate my asshole.
I was feeling terribly self-conscious about it all, but she was so sweet, I must admit, that I soon began taking pleasure in what she was doing.
Her hands were gentle and soft, her fingers small as they slipped into the hole, so that once I got over the feeling of embarrassment, the experience turned out to be quite soothing, pleasant, after all.
"Just relax your muscles, darling," she kept telling me, boring her finger into me. "Let it happen, just let it happen and don't go tense on me. You'll see, later on when Lenny's prick goes in, it'll be so much easier."
After almost an hour of constant fondling and caressing of my anus, I was in some state!
She had finally gotten me quite excited, and when she began undressing before me, flaunting those pointy little tits at me, I simply could not resist any longer and quickly pulled her into my arms for a little feel, even before Lenny arrived.
We had never actually made love to each other when we were alone, and now we just sort of masturbated each other for a while, giggling like naughty little girls and sucking each other's breasts. Lenny, who has a key to my place, found us like that, naked in bed, wriggling around against each other, and with a broad grin on his face he immediately dropped his pants.
"Oh, look! Look what the man has down between his legs!" murmured Kim and pointed at the fabulous hard-on that had come to light. Then she slipped her tongue into my left ear and drove me crazy with it for a while, until Lenny joined us in bed.
"Go ahead, feel her ass," Kim said proudly, grabbing for it and prying it open. I never felt more exposed in my life, more shameless and when I felt Lenny's thick middle finger slip into my shit hole, all the way in to the knuckles, it was an invasion of privacy that robbed me of all my faculties for a while.
"Oh, please don't-" I managed to whimper at last, but he continued to explore me, complimenting Kim on the thorough job she had done lubricating my ass.
"Will you make my prick real slippery now, too?" he asked, taking Kim's face in both of his hands. Her tongue licked at the finger he had just removed from my ass, and I knew that he didn't mean for her to use any vaseline on him.
Kim went down on him just beautifully, covering his prick with her saliva, licking it all around from glans to bush, even darting her tongue into his balls for good measure.
"There now, stick it into her, but first sit down like this-" Yes, Kim knew what I wanted, and she helped me climb on my lover's lap, as he sat on the edge of the bed, just as she herself had done a few days earlier.
He held his prick in his right hand and Kim was standing in front of me, reaching around me and holding my buttocks pried open. She helped and pushed and wriggled until she had my hole sitting on top of his glans, and then she told me to let myself down on it.
"I'm afraid-" I murmured, and she began kissing my mouth so tenderly that I would have done just about anything she'd ask me to.
"There now, there, I know it's going in," she murmured. "Just keep pushing-" It was like an enormous sausage violating my flesh, straining against the narrow walls of my lower intestine, widening the hole and wedging itself in, yet there was no pain. It was just that it felt so very strange, and yes, well, so very dirty! I became terribly excited nevertheless, or perhaps precisely because of it, and began squirming, not to get away, but to let it all slide in to the hilt.
Oh, what a way to sit down, Doctor! It felt as if his prick was going straight through me, that it would come out of my mouth any minute now, and when it began to twitch, I began to sing out with the pleasure of it.
"Fuck me, go ahead and fuck me, darling," I shouted, sweat pouring down my face and my breasts, and I moved on top of him, rising and lowering myself to feel his prick slip in and out like the ramrod inside a rifle barrel.
In front of me, Kim sank slowly to her knees, her tongue tickled my bellybutton, and then it went down, down, between my legs.
Oh, yes, yes, it felt every bit as good as I had hoped for, and better! That girl never seemed to get tired, and her tongue felt as if it had grown longer than ever, moving from the edges of my cunt, where the piston was pumping it, up to my clitty, tickling and rubbing it softly, then moving on to my thighs, returning to the slit and driving me completely out of my mind.
I no longer cared if all the neighbors on the. floor were alerted to what I was doing. I simply had to shout out my joy, and it was with a scream of pleasure on my lips that I discharged all over Kim's face. I could feel her tongue work quickly, like that of a cat in a bowl of milk, and I could hear the gulps of her swallowing.
Behind, inside me, I felt the exploding spurts of sperm coming from the pulsating prick, and when at last it was finished I lifted myself up to let Lenny's cock snap out of my ass, still totally erect, and watched it point forward. Kim's eager little mouth caught it in mid- flight, receiving the last drops of Lenny's ejaculation down her gullet. Then she went for the sperm that trickled down from me, went for it with a rage, a frenzy, I would not have suspected her capable of.
"I want it. I want it all. Every drop of it," she grunted as she sucked, lapped, swallowed.
And then she fell back, to the floor, gorged with the oozing emissions of our bodies, rubbing whatever sperm was on her fingers into the soft flesh of her breasts, kicking her legs, pulling them up until the knees touched her chest, and I could not blame Lenny, drained as he was, when he flung himself upon the lovely, enticing girl and rammed his prick which was as stiff as ever, smack into her hungry little cunt.
From the bed, quite happy and content, I watched them fuck, watched Lenny's buttocks contract as he squirted yet another load of sperm into her cunt, and listened to the shrill calls Kim was apparently putting in for her mother.
"Oh, Mommy," she was squealing as she came, "he's screwing me so beautifully."
"Now you know the real way, the only right way of doing it," she sighed happily when we sat down for a big dinner which I had prepared in the kitchen.
"What do you mean?" I smiled.
"For ass-fucking, I mean. You've got to be more than two, can't you see? That way you can get it from both sides, and get it thoroughly. Don't you agree, Lenny?"
"Your friend is a true expert," he grinned at me, with a broad wink and reached out to pinch Kim's behind.
"Hey!" she cried out, jumping a little, "you're gonna want mine, too, later on?"
"Right after dinner," he laughed, "the minute we're through here."
And I turned to Kim, caressing her lovely bare arms and looking deeply into her eyes.
"When he cornholes you, darling," I told her softly, "when he's got his big fat prick up your ass, you can count on me. I'll be going down on you like nobody's ever done it to you before! Oh, baby, we'll make you come, he both of us, until you beg for mercy!"
What more can I tell you, Doctor, except that I certainly kept my promise. And that's the latest developments in my life, something so completely contrary to everything I had believed in before.
Isn't it funny, I don't even feel it's dirty any more. I don't feel sullied by it, don't feel guilty.
I'd just like to sing and dance all day, thinking of how I'm going to get laid in the evening!"
CONCLUSION
Could I argue with Jenny's new philosophy of life? Certainly there had been a change in her, although not so monumental as she might think. Intelligent and basically free of complexes, she was fated to discover ever new and exciting facets in her sexual life, just as she will go on to bigger and better things in her work, too.
She simply is one of these modern young women wno can no longer be held down by the prejudices of the past, and beyond helping her ease the way somewhat through therapy, I could not do much better by her than she herself was able to do.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject: Tania R.
Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Adolescent girls very often experiment sexually to a degree that their elders would find distasteful, or at least immoral, without feeling the slightest pangs of guilt, so absorbed are they by the novelty of their activities.
In the case of Tania R., a ravishing teenager with raven hair and deep, dark eyes, things had gone even further than in most cases I have had to deal with so far, and finally she had been plagued by guilt feelings.
It wasn't so much what she herself did, what she used her body for that disturbed her, but rather the effect she was beginning to have upon other girls, classmates of hers, whose natural curiosity and youthful inexperiences had delivered them into her hands.
From what she told me, Tania's basic trouble was that she had become involved with a married man, ten years her senior, and that she had fallen so completely under his spell that she had allowed him to use her as an instrument for his insatiable appetites.
Things had gone too far now, or at least she felt that way, and now she was trying in vain to stop what she had started.
"I didn't mean to get others involved like that, Doctor. I really didn't! And then I thought they knew what they were doing, that they'd have some experience, but they are just a bunch of silly kids, and now they're hooked on something that could be real bad for them," she told me.
I asked her to be a little more specific and the story of her adventure unfolded.
Bob was the first guy I went all the way with, and it happened because he made me feel so sorry for him. His wife, he told me, wouldn't do a thing for him, nothing he really liked, when they screwed. I found out later that it isn't true, that she's just as horny as he is, but that's the story he uses on all the girls.
The day we did it she was away, visiting her family out of town, and we were alone in his house. We had all afternoon to ourselves, so he had all the time in the world in talking me into doing those things he wanted.
At first I didn't think we'd actually screw, you know, he said he just wanted me to go down on him. He wanted it more than anything in the world because his wife never did it.
He was very gentle, very sweet. He didn't grab for me and talked to me like I was a real lady. He didn't use dirty words either, not at first anyway, like the other fellows in school always do.
So I thought Bob was a real gentleman, and I tried so very hard to understand everything he was saying! He called it fellatio, and I didn't even know what it was at first.
"Sarah never performs fellatio on me," he told me with a sigh, as we were sitting in the living room, sipping sherry.
"Oh?" I said simply, not knowing whether that was good or bad.
"No, and that is not the only thing," he continued sadly. "She refused anal penetration, too."
I made the proper sympathetic noises, and still didn't know what he meant. Finally he seemed to catch on, to understand that I was quite naive in such matters and he smiled at me.
"Oh, I am so sorry, darling," he told me, taking my hand and kissing it, like he had done at the bus stop where he'd picked me up the first time we went out together. "You are so innocent, so pure, you probably don't follow me. Anal penetration, my child, well, how can I best explain it to you? Let's see, you do know how people have intercourse, don't you?"
"Aw, sure, I know that," I laughed.
"Well, then, you could call it also vaginal penetration, if you want, because the female's vagina is used for it. And anal comes from anus, you know what that is?"
I nodded, since we had had it in biology class once, when we were given the Latin names for a lot of parts of the human body. Everybody had thought it was a real funny thing to call the asshole, but now I was putting two and two together all right.
"And she won't?" I mumbled.
"No, she won't. And I love it so!"
"You do?" I was a little surprised.
And then Bob explained to me that it had something to do with the tightness of a woman's ass, the way she could make it twitch and milk a man's prick with it. He told me that most people were doing it, people all over the world, only his Sarah wouldn't.
"And what's fellatio?" I asked then.
"Ah, that's something so simple, so perfectly harmless, even a child could do it. Why, even a girl like yourself could, without losing her purity."
He then told me that it could also be called oral sex, and if vaginal meant one thing, anal, another, then oral, of course, could only mean what I finally thought it did, and I started to turn red in my face.
"Oh, you poor darling," he smiled, and drew me into his arms. "I have embarrassed you!"
"Oh, no," I protested, feeling very silly and babyish. "I'm not offended or embarrassed at all!"
"Isn't it nice to have someone with whom one can really speak openly and frankly?" he asked me then, and I was real proud that he thought I was such a person.
We kissed a little, after that, and he asked me very gently whether I was becoming sexually aroused. I couldn't say anything but I just nodded.
"Me, too," he confessed. "I'm afraid I have a terrible erection-" Now that was something I had seen before, enough of the boys in class had shown me theirs, even made me touch it. And taking my courage in both hands, I told him that if it bothered him, it was all right with me if he took out his prick and gave it a little room.
He seemed to be delighted and opened his fly. Now I've always been quite curious about that funny thing the boys have growing between their legs, and I was looking down at it now, perhaps a little shamelessly, I must admit, because Bob's was a real big one, much bigger than any I had ever seen, smooth and white and altogether nice-looking.
"You want to touch it?" he asked me.
"You wouldn't mind?" I giggled, knowing darn well how the boys always like it when I hold it for them, and then I wrapped my fingers around it. They just about reached all the way.
"It's pretty big, pretty hard," I murmured.
"Yes, it is. Because we kissed, that's why. I guess you probably have similar symptoms, Tania."
That made me laugh, of course, because I don't have a prick, but he explained that what he meant was a certain moisture that comes out of a girl's pussy When she gets excited, and there I must say he was right, because my panties were beginning to feel quite wet.
"I know they're wet," he smiled, when I told him about it, "because I can smell it."
"Oh!" I cried out, terribly embarrassed, and moved away from him, but he held me, pulled me back and kissed me again.
"You're going to make it smell even more," I sighed after sucking on his tongue for a while.
Oh, how he can kiss, that man!
"I love the way it smells," he told me then, "and I would love to touch it. I could do you a lot of good down there, just with my fingers, you know. You needn't be afraid at all."
Well, he had me in quite a state, by then, and I couldn't say no to anything any more. I was trembling a little, that's for sure, when he reached down under my skirt, and inside my panties, slipping his hand between my belly and the elastic and when he went down for my pussy.
"Oh, it's so sweet, so sweet-" he was mumbling as he played around with it, and I couldn't sit still any longer. I was hanging on to his shoulders, kissing his cheeks and his mouth as I felt his finger play with my clitty and the slip down to the hole.
"I told you I was a virgin," I whispered quickly, just in case, but he didn't go all that far. He just stuck the tip of his finger into me, moving it around real softly in my wet pussy, and then he asked me whether I had ever had an orgasm.
Well, the fact is I did make myself come, from time to time, just by lying on my belly and holding one of my pillows between my thighs and then by pushing back and forth. But with his fingers in my cunt, it would be a lot easier, I just knew it.
"Yes, I've had them," I told him softly, "and now you're going to make me come, Bob, you are. I just know you are."
"No, I better not," he said suddenly and stopped caressing me.
"Why not? What's the matter?" I asked, startled and disappointed and feeling rejected.
"Oh, it just wouldn't be right, would it now? After all, you're so young, so inexperienced, you wouldn't want to do something for me that would relieve me, would you now? So why start anything that we can't finish?"
"Oh, but I would do anything for you, Bob," I whimpered, close to tears now, and hugged him real tight. "I would!"
"Not what I truly need, right now," he said with a sigh.
"You mean screwing?" I whispered, almost ready for even that, ready to lose my cherry if only he'd continue giving me pleasure.
"Fellatio is what I meant," he laughed softly, "or as you might put it, cock-sucking. Would you suck my prick if I tickle your pussy? You know what? If you actually do it, I'll show you something you've probably never heard before. Cunnilingus. That means I'd stick my tongue right up your little twat, baby, right where my fingers were!"
I thought I'd faint with excitement when he said that, and he was right, I had never heard of such a thing. I swallowed my saliva and I nodded.
"Yes, yes, I'll do it, oh, I'll do anything for you!" I said.
"Then let's get undressed, it will make it so much nicer."
"You mean, both of us? All naked?" I whispered.
"Yeah, up in the bedroom, all right?" The idea excited me even more, and I got up when he took my hand, and let him lead me into the bedroom. Fortunately, he was the one to undress me, I was so nervous I would probably just have stood around fumbling with my zippers and buttons, but he was doing it now, quickly, efficiently, and I could tell from the way he looked at me that he was loving what he saw. It helped me feel less embarrassed, and I even showed off a little, turning this way and that and sticking out my breasts at him.
He went for the nipples, started sucking them, and then climbed out of his pants.
So there we were, on his and his wife's bed, both of us naked, touching each other everywhere, and finally he had me lying on my back and was turning around, with his face down toward my legs.
He didn't have to tell me what to do, because there, right in front of my face, was his prick.
He had on knee on either side of my head and the stiff cock was dangling right above me, until he moved back and forth and touched my lips with the tip of it. I opened my mouth.
There was something very warm, very soft, at that very moment, right between my legs, and it was moving back and forth and driving me wild. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was Bob's tongue, and then I just opened my mouth wide and let his tool slide into it.
Oh, I don't think I was very good at it that very first time. I've learned a lot since, but I was sure putting my heart into it. I was using my hands, too, holding and squeezing him, as I sucked on the glans, and his tongue went deeper and deeper into me, his fingers rubbed my clitty, and finally he made me come.
I was sighing and twitching, with his cock in my mouth, when it suddenly spurted out a lot of white, sticky stuff, right down my throat so that I sputtered and coughed and swallowed most of it. I liked the way it tasted, the way it went down, smooth and warm. Bob told me that not all women do it like that, that I was simply a natural, when it came to cock- sucking, and that he'd make a champion out of me yet!
I was happy and proud, as you can well imagine, and when he got stiff again and told me he could fuck me without taking my cherry, I was just about ready for anything.
He used some of his wife's cold cream to get my asshole nice and slippery, and I didn't think it would feel all that good, to have him stuff his prick up there, but he sure surprised me.
He went in real nice and slow, as I knelt on the bed with my hands leaning on the sheet, and here was something inside that began to twitch, something I could feel in front, all over.
When he used his fingers to tickle my cunt at the same time, I knew he'd make me come once more and I began to sigh and moan because it felt so terribly good.
"Oh, you're so tight, baby, so wonderfully tight," he groaned, and then he was coming again, shooting it all up my bowels, and I sure wet his fingers with my drippy little cunt when that happened!
"Oh, Tania, my little Tania," he smiled at me when I started to get dressed. "If only Sarah could learn something from you! Oh, I bet you could teach that woman a thing or two!"
"Now wouldn't she just love that?" I laughed, thinking it was a funny idea, all right, but he seemed surprised.
"Sarah isn't the jealous type, darling," he said. "She just won't go down on me or let me fuck her ass, that's all. But I'm sure she wouldn't object if I were to do. it to someone like you. In fact, I am going to tell her all about this when she gets back."
"You wouldn't!" I gasped.
"I sure would," he replied. And then he asked me whether I would consent to showing her how I did it.
"You mean we'd do all this right in front of her?" I stammered.
"That's right. Don't think she couldn't use a lesson like this!"
"Well," I reasoned, "if she doesn't mind, I guess I shouldn't either, don't you think so?"
"I absolutely do think so," he laughed.
I really couldn't believe it was going to happen until it actually did. But two days later there I was, sipping tea with Bob and Sarah, feeling his hand on my legs, under the table, feeling me up to the cunt, until Sarah laughed and said we shouldn't hide ourselves and that she was really and truly curious to see how a young girl like myself performed in bed.
She pulled up a chair and made herself comfortable on it, and I was a little shocked when she pulled up her skirt and sat there, with her panties off, fingering herself as we climbed into bed.
"You screwed her ass and her mouth, didn't you, darling?" she remarked when Bob was beginning to kiss me. "Why don't you do it in that order, then we can see how good she really is. If she sucks you off right after you come out of her rear end, then she really has what it takes, then she might even convince me to do it with you!"
Like I said, there wasn't anything I could refuse Bob anymore, and he cornholed me quite thoroughly, shot his load and made me come as Sarah beat herself off in front of us.
Then, without washing up, he shoved his prick into my mouth as I knelt on the floor and he was standing before me.
He wasn't as gentle as the first time, I guess, because he was showing me off to his wife, trying to prove that I was terrific, and his prick went in so far that it made me gag. But he was holding my head and pumping away, and it didn't take him very long to* get a second load off, which I swallowed just as I had done before.
"Oh, dear, you are so callous," sighed Sarah at that point, "do you realize that you had that poor child do it to you without you returning the favor? The least you could do to make it up to her is that you take care of that bothersome little piece of skin inside her cunny hole, don't you think so, darling?"
"You mean I should fuck the kid?"
"Of course! Why, darling, she's more than ready for it. How old did you say you were, Tania? Seventeen? Why it's high time, really!"
I didn't protest. I was just too curious to find out what all the fuss was about, what all the girls who had done it before me, some even at thirteen and fourteen, were all raving about, and so I did as I was told, lay down and opened my legs, and soon was properly skewered without too much pain.
Whatever I might have imagined a real screwing would feel like, I experienced something quite lovelier now, quite more exciting, and by the time Bob had me coming, I was no longer thinking straight, no longer knew where I was, but only felt the steady pumping inside my cunt, the rubbing against my clit, my pelvis, felt the movement of Bob's muscular body in my arms, and was no longer conscious of his wife's sighs as she got herself off on her chair.
"Well, how was it, baby?" the woman asked me as I still lay in Bob's arms, panting and trying to catch my breath. "He's not a bad lay, when you come right down to it, is he now?"
Her eyes were shining still, and despite her climax she was visibly ready for some serious business. In fact, she asked me to get out of the bed, finally, told me that I had just about convinced her and that she was going to show me that she, too, could do what I could.
For the next half hour, I looked on as Sarah sucked her husband's prick into stiffness, but without making him come, since she insisted on being cornholed the minute he was ready.
From the way she acted, taking him without even lubricating her hole, I realized that Bob had lied to -me, that she was quite used to it all, and her cock-sucking especially was quite a bit more expert than mine.
But by that time I no longer cared. I was so happy to be part of it all, and when she told me to come back real soon and asked me to bring some of my best girl friends whenever I wanted to, I thought I had found a real pal. I sure didn't think she meant for the other girls to please her husband the way I had done it, but I was soon to find out differently.
INTERVIEW TWO
When Tania returned to my office for her second session, she was, if anything, at a lower ebb than the first time. Obviously, she had for some time now given thought to the possibility of extirpating herself from her present situation, and clearly she would not be able to do so without help.
I assured her that her very desire to change her life, to get a new start, was half the battle won, and that by seeking professional help she would no doubt win the other half too.
Somewhat encouraged by my words, Tania finally began to speak of the very core of the problem.
They made a kind of procuress out of me, Sarah and Bob did, Doctor. I never realized what a nasty thing it could turn out to be when I first started cooperating with them, thinking that I would have more and more fun, not thinking of those I involved into all this.
In a way, I didn't know any better, for what seventeen-year-old girl is ever in a situation where she must resist such ideas? Very few girls, I'd bet!
Sarah is the instigator, if you ask me, the real mean one who doesn't give a shit about other people. It took me a while to find out about that, until I found out that even before I went to their house that first time, Sarah and Bob had discussed me at length and laid their plans in minute detail.
Now that they had me where they wanted me, now that I was really hooked on sexual intercourse and just about ready to do anything in order to get it, they figured it would be easy to use me some more.
On my second visit to their house, wetting my panties with excitement even as I walked up to the door, I was really not thinking straight any more. A few days had passed since the first time and during those lonely, frustrating hours away from Bob I had fantasized about him and, well, yes, even about Sarah. Whatever modesty I had had before was dissipated completely, and Sarah had no sooner opened the door for me, standing there in a sexy negligee, than I was her thing, her slave, falling to my knees and slobbering all over her legs and her cunt when she asked me to do that, standing there with her clothes lifted up to her navel.
Bob joined us within seconds, naked and erected, and even as I serviced his wife, I felt him shove it into me from behind. Completely at their mercy, frantic with excitement, I never thought about all this being humiliating for me.
I was actually thinking of sex when they asked me more directly than on the previous occasion to bring some friend along. I didn't even try convincing myself that this was some kind of innocent invitation, and to be perfectly frank, I was sort of hoping that whoever I brought would turn out to be horny, immodest and ready to join us in bed.
Of course, my first choice was Debbie, one of the prettiest chicks in my class, as blonde as I am dark, a delicate, slender girl my age, but with tits like basketballs! And just as firm.
I figured that I would be really in with Sarah and Bob if Debbie were to come across with them, but I had no indication that she was that kind of a girl. Still, I had a lot of confidence in my adult friends, certain that they would think up things to seduce the kid that I couldn't even dream of.
Lemme tell you, I was pretty shocked when I saw how they really went about it with her!
The poor kid came along with me without suspecting a thing, looking forward to some kind of nice, chatty afternoon, and right after tea, Sarah turned to her, and with an innocent smile asked her whether she was still a virgin.
The poor girl blushed furiously, especially since Bob was leaning forward and looking at her with pretty hungry eyes. But there she was with people so much older than herself who were inviting her, who were treating her like a young lady and I guess she felt it would have been terribly silly to be prudish.
She was stammering, but she did bring it out at last, telling them that no, actually she had played around with one of the boys in school and his finger had slipped quite suddenly, entering her vagina and opening her up.
"And you didn't go any further than that, you poor dear?" minced Sarah, with a great show of sympathy.
"Well, no, I figured I was too young, and I didn't like him all that much," murmured Debbie.
"Oh, maybe you are mistaken, maybe you haven't had that kind of an accident after all, Debbie," said Sarah then. "Maybe he just hurt you a little, and then you thought he busted your cherry with his finger. But if you want to be absolutely certain, I wouldn't mind checking you out. I'm a registered nurse, you know, and I've done that kind of examination quite often."
This was a lie, of course, but Debbie swallowed it all right and there was something in Sarah's voice that simply overpowered her. She blushingly agreed to go to the bedroom with her and to submit to such an inspection.
They had no sooner left the living room when Bob made for me. He grabbed me by the tits and mauled them for awhile, breathing real hard, and then put his hand up my skirt. I was holding still for this, loving every second of it.
"You can just about imagine what my little wife is doing with her right now, can't you?" he chuckled, sticking his finger into me. "I bet she's got her sweet little pussy all dripping and creamy by now, don't you think so?"
Whatever misgivings I might have had about this were dispelled by my sexual excitement.
Something about those hands of his, the way he caressed me without hesitation, without pause, I don't know, I was-I still am-completely as his mercy.
Bob checked his watch and smiled. He told me that it was certainly time for us to go over and see what was going on, and then he said that if Debbie wasn't completely horny yet, he expected me to work on her while he and Sarah watched.
Now I did get a little scared, because somehow, having sex with a classmate of mine seemed quite different from doing it with Sarah. She had taken me by surprise at a moment of excitement, and I had done everything she wanted me to. Afterwards it just came naturally, of course.
But to touch Debbie as if I were a boy, that was something else again. To be quite truthful about it, it wasn't so much that it wouldn't have appealed to me, but I was simply afraid of her reactions, of being rejected by her.
And now, to top it all off, Bob insisted that I undress completely before going into the bedroom, and he, too, removed every stitch of clothes, took me by one wrist, and with his cock leading the way, he pulled me along to the bedroom.
When Bob opened the door wide so that we could both see what was happening on the bed, poor Debbie did not even notice our presence. You couldn't have blamed her, with what Sarah was doing to her! Debbie was lying on top of the bedspread, with her face turned to the window so that she did not see us. Her skirt was pulled up, her panties were on the floor, and the towel between her widely spread-out legs were soaked with blood.
As for Sarah, working feverishly and with concentration, she was pumping the poor girl's cunt with an enormous rubber prick I didn't even know they had! She was holding it with both hands, shoving it in and out of my friend, and there was still more blood coming out of her.
Debbie's shoulders were twitching and she had one arm across her face. I just knew she was weeping.
"At least, you know where you stand now," murmured Sarah, "at least you can be sure now that you're no longer a virgin! And you see, Debbie, I was right, that boy never did a complete job on you, not with his finger and not on a cherry that's as tough as yours was!
Why, they don't often bleed as much as you do!"
Then she looked up at us and grinned. "Come in, come in," she said loudly. "It's going to be a little messy for a regular screwing, Bob, I'm afraid, at least until we get her into the bathtub. But I can see you've got a pretty stiff one already, and there's really no reason why you shouldn't shove it up that pussy cat's asshole. If she's built all over the way it is inside her cunt, you're sure to find her as tight in back as you could possibly hope for."
"Well, Debbie, you sweet little nymphet," she turned to the girl, "I guess you're going to get it up your ass now!"
The girl made a move as if to rear up, to escape, but a vicious shove of the dildo caused her to cry out and arch her back, falling to the side, and now her eyes met mine.
"Oh, Tania," she whimpered. "Why? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't know," I stammered, and then I felt Bob's hand between my shoulder blades as he pushed me forward.
"Take care of her, come on, calm her down a little, will you? I like 'em nice and ready when I cornhole them!"
I rushed forward, falling to my knees at the edge of the bed and then I put my arms around Debbie's shoulders, quite obvious to my total nudity, for the moment. All I wanted to do was to dry those tears, tears for which I felt responsible.
If Debbie clung to me, burying her pretty face against my breasts, it was probably only because I was the only one she somehow trusted, the only person she really thought she knew, and she was looking for comfort at my breast like a shuddering, stepped-on kitten.
"There, there," I whispered into her ear, and blew gently into her neck. The soft blonde hair moved under my breath, the pink, delicate and shell-like ear tempted me suddenly, and without even thinking I stuck my tongue into it.
Debbie wriggled a little against me, and then I heard her whisper. "Don't," she said softly, "please don't, Tania. What's got into you?"
But I couldn't stop it any more. The strangeness and sexuality of the situation was suddenly having its effect on me. I told you, Doctor, I had become a slave to my desires, unable to control them any longer.
I was holding the girl firmly, tickling her ear and then licking that long, slender neck until she turned her face to me. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see that Bob was taking over from Sarah, continuing to fuck Debbie with the dildo but doing it much gentler than she had done it, accompanying his thrusts with a slow, light rubbing of her clitoris with one hand.
Debbie had stopped crying, although her cheeks were still wet with tears. I kissed and licked them away.
"It's crazy, real crazy-" she murmured, but I could tell she wasn't minding it so much any more. She had just been frightened by Sarah's roughness, perhaps had felt quite a bit of pain when the hymen was torn, but now she was recovering very nicely.
"You shouldn't do that, Tania," she murmured, when I tried to reach her mouth, but then she just held still and her lips parted ever so slowly under the thrust of my tongue, became soft and resilient, and then we were kissing like lovers.
Bob and Sarah were whispering to each other, but I could hear every word.
"Leave her like that, darling," he was saying, "just help me hold her legs up. There, push them back a little, so that I can get to her asshole, there, now it's just right. Hand me the vaseline."
"Don't use it, make her squirm a little," hissed Sarah.
"Forget it," insisted Bob. "You're much too rough with these kids, and you know it. Then I always have to work twice as hard to get them where I want them."
"I don't know what it is with you," sighed Sarah impatiently. "Is it so necessary that they feel pleasure when you fuck them?"
"To me it is, indeed," he said sharply. And then I felt Debbie's mouth open wide against mine and she was holding her breath. I just knew Bob was beginning to shove his prick into her ass now but I didn't turn around, much as I wanted to see it happen. I held on to her, slipped one hand into her magnificent bosom and found a hardened, thick nipple. I rolled it gently between thumb and forefinger and spoke soothing words to her.
"It's all right, it's all right, Debbie, you'll see how good it will feel in another minute. Oh, yes, I've done it many times with him, you'll see, he's real good at it!"
"He's putting it in my-" she began to whimper.
"In your ass, darling. I know, I know," I nodded, quickly kissing her again. "It's something very special, very delicious once you get used to it. Now you can't tell me he's hurting you, not after putting all that vaseline inside-" Debbie didn't reply but continued hugging me quite fiercely and I stayed with her, kissing and caressing her while the man fucked her shit hole.
When I felt Sarah's knowing fingers between my legs, rubbing and opening the slit, slipping into my cunt, I no longer felt sorry for Debbie. What did it matter if she had been frightened a little, after all, I told myself. What did I care what she thought? The important thing was that I would be made to come again, quite a few times this afternoon, I was sure of it!
My friends did not disappoint me. As soon as Bob had shot his wad up Debbie's ass, she was taken to the bathroom and dunked in a warm tub, with the water made fragrant and soft by means of Sarah's bath oils. The three of us were still around her now, three pairs of hands gliding smoothly over that perfect young skin of Debbie's and soon she was closing her eyes and actually purring with abandon and pleasure.
"Now there, there, didn't I tell you, it's better to treat them gently," said Bob. He bent down to kiss the girl and she responded immediately by lifting herself out of the water as she clung to his neck and shoulders with both arms wrapped around him. I hadn't suspected that Debbie would turn out to be such a hot, little potatoe and now I was more convinced than ever that Sarah and Bob knew exactly what they were doing.
They lifted the girl out of the water and brought her, dripping with oily bath water, back to the bed. Together they rubbed themselves against her, massaging the slippery body, their hands searching everywhere, between her legs, and of course, all over her gorgeous breasts.
At one point she was on her back and Bob straddled her, inserting his prick between her tits and pressing them together with his hands to give himself a sensation of smooth friction. He started to move back and forth and I watched the glans, turgid and purplish, with great fascination as it kept worming its way toward Debbie's face, emerging from the mounds of her breasts and retreating again, and suddenly there was a tremendous spurt of sperm that splashed all over her face.
Debbie groaned, arched he back and began sticking out her tongue to lap up the stuff. I could barely believe my eyes!
Behind her husband's back, all during that little operation, Sarah had already begun eating out my young friend's pussy, and now she was disproving her own words, proving that she could be every bit as gentle and delicate in her caresses than Bob.
He and I actually had to hold her down when she began to climax, so wild were her spasms and convulsions of pleasure, and Bob even pulled one of the pillows over her face, laughing and telling us that the way she was hollering she'd have the fire engine at the front door in no time at all.
When Debbie and I finally left the house, she was certainly a changed girl. Very quiet, she walked to my side and held my hand, and when we stopped at her house to say goodbye she looked at me with a kind of longing in her eyes.
"Come up for a while," she whispered, and I knew just exactly why she wanted me to. But I smiled and shook my head. My mind was already at work, devising a way to use her some more for our purposes.
"We can't do that all the time, you know," I whispered. "It just wouldn't be right. I mean, you and I-"
"Oh, but please-" she almost moaned.
"You're pretty good friends with Mary, aren't you?" I said casually. Mary, another girl in our class, was indeed her best friend as far as I knew.
"Oh, but that's not the same thing," Debbie told me. "Not at all. I mean, Mary's such a little lamb, she wouldn't understand-"
"But you do like her, don't you?"
"Oh, I sure do, but I had never thought of her like that. I mean, not until now. I didn't even know myself how wonderful, how incredible-"
"Yeah, but now it's exactly that way that you're thinking of her, isn't it?" I grinned. She blushed furiously and looked away.
"You're not mad at me or anything, Tania, are you?" she whispered.
"Hell, no," I laughed. "It's just so silly, when I think that Mary probably would go through the ceiling if you so much as suggested anything like that. It's a pity, though, she's so darn pretty."
"She is, isn't she," murmured Debbie.
"Don't even think of it," I warned her. "You'll never pull it off. Not without help."
"Whaddya mean, not without help?"
"Well," I shrugged, "if you were to bring her over to Bob and Sarah's house, some afternoon, they sure know how to go about it, with a girl like that. With you, Debbie, it was a kind of shock therapy, all right," I laughed. "But don't worry. Mary's a different sort, I'm sure that if she needs real slow, gentle persuasion, that's exactly what she's gonna get."
"You really think so?" Debbie's eyes were shining with anticipation. I nodded gravely. My heart was beating a little faster, though, because the mere thought of Mary falling into the hands of my initiators, of Mary with her sweet, plump buttocks, grunting on the wide bed up there* getting Bob's prick shoved up her ass, that was something I suddenly knew I would do anything to see happen.
As it was, I didn't have to wait very long. No later than on the following morning, in class, Debbie managed to slip me a rolled-up little spit ball on which she had written a message.
"Tonight? Mary and I. Our parents out together at movies and dinner, okay?"
I just nodded. I didn't have to check with my lover and his wife, I just knew that whatever else they might have planned, they would drop everything and be ready for us.
Now Mary is a very bright, very pretty little brunette, who has always been somewhat of a rebel, a rather difficult child for her parents to bring up, I imagine, but she had that funny tendency of blushing and turning away every time some of the others among us started talking about boys, pricks, fucking and all the rest, like we so often do in the schoolyard.
I had warned Bob and Sarah about this, and I was therefore a little annoyed when Bob turned to her and asked her point blank whether she would like to go to bed with him.
Mary turned red as a beet, her eyes quite horrified, and she looked quickly at Sarah. The woman was smiling at her, white teeth flashing.
"I-" she stammered, and Bob took her by the hand.
"Well, if it's not a no, then it's a yes, mustn't it?" he laughed.
"You're kidding?" Mary finally managed to say, her face turning pale as it had become red.
"Would I kid a pretty girl like you?" he grinned. "Why, if you don't believe me, I can show you that I meant it. Look, just look at that" He had risen to his feet and now was unzipping his fly and letting that huge prick of his snap out into the open. Even I was shocked, and this time I was sure that the whole evening was shot, that Mary would simply bolt from the house. What was worse, there was a distinct danger she would talk about it, tell everybody at school, and we'd all be in trouble.
But instead of jumping up and running, Mary sat there, in her deep armchair, as if a bolt of lightning had struck her and paralyzed her. Her sweet, pretty mouth was hanging open a little, and tears of embarrassment had come to her eyes, but not a sound came out of her.
"Are you convinced now, Mary?" smiled Bob. "You know that a man's penis becomes very long and very hard when he looks at a girl he really digs, don't you? And if you want to feel it, it's all right with me. Come on, put your hand on it."
Mary didn't budge. Her chest was rising and falling, she stared and stared, but she could neither speak nor move. As for Debbie, she was devouring her friend with her eyes.
Bob turned to her now and snapped his fingers.
"Debbie, over here! Down on your knees!"
The blonde obeyed, and only inches away from Mary's eyes, she began to run her tongue tenderly up and down Bob's joint. Just to watch her doing it made me pretty darn horny and I went over to Sarah for a little touching and stroking. She gave me all I needed just then, working her fingers deeply into my cunt as I stood before her chair. I was still watching Mary, though, no longer all that worried about her, but ready to jump and hold her if she were going to try and get away.
She didn't, though. I think her legs would have just given out under her, the way she was feeling. There she sat and stared, silently, frightened and I guess a little excited despite herself.
"Make me come, Debbie," demanded Bob, "but do it so that your friend can see it. I bet you that'll give her some ideas."
Debbie managed quite well, I must say. Much better than I thought a novice like her could have done it. She pumped away on Bob's prick for a little while then clutched it in both hands, squeezed very hard and moved her face away, holding her mouth open. Her fists went up and down a few more strokes, and then the white liquid spurted from his raised glans, up into the air and then fell down, the thick gobs disappearing straight into Debbie's open, waiting mouth.
At that sight, for the first time in over ten minutes, Mary moved. But not to run, not to get up. No, she turned, inside her deep chair, pulling her legs up until her knees touched her chin, wrapped her arms around her head and cowered, as if trying to disappear into the depth of the pillows. Then she remained perfectly still and we all looked at her, waiting, wondering, at least as far as I was concerned, what would come next.
Well, the next thing that happened was that Bob walked up to her, his deflated prick still hanging out of his trousers. There he stood, smiling down at the lovely child, relaxed and perfectly at ease. And with a very soft, enticing voice he spoke to her.
"Well, now, young lady, how about it? Have you had enough time to think about it? Will you come to bed with me?"
It was as if he were coaxing a shy little kitten out from beneath a piece of furniture under which it had taken refuge.
With some trepidation, half anxious and half excited, I expected force to be used on the girl at any moment now. Yes, I figured, that was their plan. They had gone straight to the core of the subject, asking her to submit to sexual advances, and now, of course, they would have to subdue her, rape her. Oh, yes, rape. I felt like holding her for it, like feeling her struggle in my arms as her cunt and ass were invaded.
But I guess I still don't know much about psychology. None of all that was necessary. Bob had no sooner spoken his words than Mary let her arms slide away from her face and once more turned toward us. Slowly, as if in a trance, she rose to her feet. When Bob held out his hand she put hers, small and trembling, into it.
"Let's go," he smiled.
"Yes," she murmured, and bowed her head.
"You know that you're going to get fucked from both sides, front and rear, don't you?" he asked her in a low voice.
"Yes," whispered Mary again, a slight shudder running through her delicate frame. And then she followed him, her steps a little unsteady, as he led her to the bedroom.
Debbie and I got to our feet to follow, but Sarah held us back.
"No, not with this one. Not yet. Let him get started and make her come a first time. You'll see it will be easy after that."
We sat down again and waited, the three of us silent, attentive, our ears alert to the slightest sound.
Yes, there it was, that deep, throaty sigh of a woman in heat! It was coming all the way from the bedroom, through the closed door, and I wondered whether Bob had already recovered enough to copulate with the girl or whether he was going to make her come in some other way. His tongue, most likely, I figured. He was so good with his tongue!
We listened as the sighs and moans swelled like a tide, in there, and suddenly Mary's voice was quite shrill. There was a piercing scream, then another and another. There was a certain rhythm to it and I didn't have to be told that it wasn't any cry of distress, that it was the shouting of a young, healthy girl, having a thoroughly enjoyable orgasm.
"Let's go, this is it," said Sarah and got up. Quickly we followed her and entered the bedroom.
They were both naked, of course with Bob's head still nodding between the spread-out, twitching legs of the teenaged girl. She was clumsily fingering his gonads and his prick, which had grown considerably in her hands, and her eyes were tightly shut.
"Mary, oh, Mary, won't you look at me?" whispered Debbie as she sat down next to her, on the bed, and held her as I had held Debbie in my arms when she had been initiated.
And again it went as it had gone for me, what one learned being passed on to the next, and long before the evening had drawn to a close, Mary had gone from one to the other, had learned how to fellate and how to suck out a cunt, doing it to all three females present, had received a most thorough screwing in her rear end, and only her virginity had been saved up for the next time.
That was taken care of just last night, Doctor, and this time Mary's brother, who's in the class below hers, and who's only sixteen years old, was brought along. You should have seen Sarah go wild over him! And after sucking him until his prick was just as long and just as hard as Bob's, Sarah insisted that he be the one to open up his sister's cunt with it.
He did it, too, so excited did she get him and in a way I never thought work. But it did. And Mary stood, or rather dangled, with her feet off the floor, between the two men, Bob planted in her rear end and her kid brother shoving it into her cunny hole in front.
When they were through with her, the others wanted to try it, too, of course, and it took half the night for each of us to get her turn. You better believe that we were working hard to give those two guys one hard-on after another, always with two girls sucking them while the remaining two ate each other's cunt out in front of hem to excite them.
Of course, we all got into trouble with our folks, being late and all, but since we had all been together, hey didn't get too suspicious. It is just a matter of time, though, sooner or later, the cat will be let out of the bag. I just know it. Especially since Sarah has told me that we must absolutely get a couple more boys to even things out.
Now the trouble is, as much as I want to get out of all this, put a stop to it, somehow, I know at the same time that I am too weak, too oversexed. Now I really need that stuff!
What shall I do, Doctor? I think I loused up my life.
CONCLUSION
It took me quite a while, after that, to calm the poor girl down. Her good intentions, I told her, certainly could serve to accomplish that which she wanted basically, but I realized that some substitute had to be found for her first.
It was definitely too late, at this point, for Tania to go without sex for any length of time.
But there could be another way for her to find satisfaction and express her feelings, here had to be nice, clean boys she knew who would be more than happy to become her lovers.
I suggested that she pass mentally in review each and every boy she knew, even to write down their qualities and their faults on a piece of paper. Then maybe on Tania's next visit, we could examine the situation together.
It was only to be hoped that this prospect would at least prevent her from getting any more of her friends involved with the strange couple.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Subject: Neil V.
Age: Twenty-seven
INTERVIEW ONE
It is said that a person's character determines his fate, but there are certainly those cases where outside circumstances, quite beyond the control of the individual concerned, come into play to such an extent that his life is altered.
Of course, and this is quite undeniable, the individual's character will determine the direction and the extent of some of the changes brought about by outside forces, and in the case of Neil V., a personable young man of great charm and apparent self-assurance, he had finally decided that he could not quite hack it alone, that professional help would better enable him to cope with the memory of a traumatic experience.
I remembered vaguely having read about a young couple having been kidnapped and held by a gang of hoods who roamed the countryside on their motorcycles, but as always, there is a great difference between journalistic reporting and the reality as it is told by the one who has experienced it.
Neil related the facts, such as they occurred from the very beginning.
I am-always have been since childhood-kind of an outdoors man. It was sort of natural that I should fall in love and marry a girl who had similar tastes, who loved Nature, a starry sky for a canopy when she went to sleep, the singing of birds to wake her up in the morning.
Wendy and I had met on a camping trip through Vermont, on foot, as we were wandering through a wilderness we both loved. We walked together for a day and camped together that night. I became her lover by morning.
Well, it was the beginning of both our trips, and we spent two weeks of pure bliss in the woods, falling deeply in love with each other and becoming engaged on our return.
For various practical reasons, I was waiting for a promotion at the insurance company for which I work, we did not marry until the following year, just in time to go out and enjoy Nature together once more, in June.
Of course, our honeymoon had to be spent in the wilds. We chose California this time.
Right after the wedding ceremony, we took a plane, and that very night, dead tired and happy, we snuggled up against each other in a sleeping bag for two, sniffing at the incredible smell of redwood forests.
Wendy held me tightly, rubbing her soft cheek against my chin and probed with her belly against me to find out whether I had an erection. The strenuous day, the long flight and then the race to the helicopter that took us to our camping area, had exhausted me, and I was in no condition, just then, to make love to her. Neither of us felt that this was so very important, since after all, we had been, lovers for a whole year and it would not have been the first time. Wendy just kidded me about it a little, telling me that she'd tell her daughter some day, when we had one, about her wedding night!
Then we just kissed softly, tiny little kisses all over each other's face, until we fell asleep.
Not a bad beginning, you'd say. We had a month alone ahead of us. I had gotten my promotion, together with a vacation that was long enough for our plans.
But on the following morning, it wasn't the song of birds that roused us from our sleep, but a deafening sound that revolted me as I realized what it was: the combined roar of a number of idling motorcycle engines.
"What is it?" whispered Wendy, her blue eyes wide and worried, as I pushed aside the flap of our little tent. The sound seemed to be coming from everywhere, and when I looked out I realized that this was not just an illusion, there was indeed a circle of some half dozen cycles around our pup tent. The one straight in front of me, as I crawled out, was a huge monster of a machine. On it sat a young man who could have come straight out of one of those posters the kids like to hang up in their rooms.
He was young, very young. Maybe nineteen, twenty at the most, but built like a bull.
Enormous. You couldn't really tell what his face looked like, with those sunglasses he had on, the visored cup pulled down, and a stubble of black beard on his chin.
The sleeves of his military jacket had been cut off, so that the powerful muscles of his beefy arms could be seen. There was a thick cigar butt stuck in his mouth and now he was shifting it from one corner of it to the other, back and forth, as he looked at me.
I quickly glanced around the circle of riders, and the others were not much different than the one I have just described. They were young, ill-kempt and altogether a, pretty wild- looking lot.
It took me a few seconds before I realized that behind each of these guys, on the buddy seats of their cycles, a girl was sitting, half hidden by the massive bulk of the boy in front.
The one before me turned off his motor, and suddenly, all the others followed suit. For a few seconds there was a deafening kind of silence.
All I hoped for was that they were just curious, had run across our camp in the early morning as they were crossing that part of the forest, and that now they could be on their way again.
The girl behind the stubble-bearded rider was leaning her chin on his shoulder now, and my eyes shifted to her face, almost involuntarily. She, too, had goggles on that hid her eyes, but I must say that the mouth, the arching lips, and the tongue she licked across the upper one in a kind of a sexy, provocative way, held my attention for a second. It was a second too much.
"Whatsamatter?" mumbled the guy, shifting his cigar to the other side of the mouth. "You want her picture? She give you a hard-on, buddy?"
A wild roar of laughter rose from the circle of cyclists, the kind of laughter I've heard around a conference table when the chairman of the board makes some feeble attempt at humor. I knew instantly that Blackbeard was the leader of this group.
"Don't tease the poor man," cooed the girl with the sexy mouth, and then she licked at his ear. "Just kick his face in, if you feel like it, and let's get going."
More than any threatening remark or posture on the part of the man, it was the casualness of that clear, almost melodious voice that sent a shiver down my back. I felt Wendy come forward at my side and tried to hold her back with one hand, but she pushed it aside and stuck out her head.
There was an instant reaction of whistles and wolf calls that brought an angry frown to her face.
"See, you were wrong, lover," giggled the girl who had spoken just now. "With a chick like that to spend the night with, you can bet your life he isn't going to get it up in the morning any more! Hey, honey," she called out, addressing my wife. "Did he give it to you good?"
Had I been alone, I certainly would have given them a piece of my mind, whatever the consequences. My blood was boiling, but there was Wendy to think of. I could not risk endangering her.
"Well," I said, trying to smile, "was real nice meeting you all, but now how about letting us get back to sleep? We're on our honeymoon, you see-" I thought this might cut some ice with that bunch of bastards, but it sure was the wrong thing to say.
Another concert of howls and whistles greeted my statement, and this time Blackbeard took the cigar right out of his mouth. Holding it in his huge hand, he gestured toward me.
"Come outta there, buddy," he said with a grin. "I'm gonna prove to Penny here that she's the best. Yeah, Penny, you just look at that fellow and see if he doesn't have a cock stand for you, honeymoon or no honeymoon. You heard what I said? Come out of that tent and stand up, buddy!"
Now I had to do some fast thinking. I was bare-assed naked, of course, and since I had had a good night's sleep and nothing had happened between Wendy and myself, it just so happened that my cock was about as stiff as it'll ever be, and I was concentrating furiously to get rid of that erection before coming out. Something told me I'd be better off if I didn't have one.
"You coming or am I gonna get you?" grinned Blackbeard at that moment and I was about to crawl out of the tent, hard-on or no hard-on, when Wendy pushed me aside and preceded me out into the open.
Her pretty little face was flushed with anger, her blue eyes flashing, and there she stood, her delicious petite body ill-concealed with the blanket she had quickly wrapped around herself, and was trying to stare down the leader of that gang.
"You all better get the hell out of here," she shouted, "and leave us alone! We don't want any trouble, you hear?"
I quickly jumped up and put one arm around her shoulders, and there we stood, helpless in the little clearing, me completely naked and with my penis stiff and long, swinging back and forth in the morning sunlight.
There was a roar of laughter around us lasting until Blackbeard lifted his hand above his head. Then it broke off quite suddenly. "Trouble? What trouble, lady? We don't want trouble, do we?" He looked from one to the other of his companions, and a loud murmur of denials rose from the circle. Some of the girls started giggling again.
I didn't like it at all when the fellow started to climb off his bike. Of course, all the others followed suit, and now they were coming closer, surrounding us, looking us over, the girls as shameless in their intrusion as the boys.
One redheaded chick, terribly young and pretty, but with an expression of vulgarity on her sensuous lips and a coldness in her eyes that could make one shudder, removed her crash helmet and let her gorgeous hair fall down to her waist. She moved close up to her boy friend and unashamedly, a filthy grin on her lips, put her hand to his crotch as she looked straight at my cock.
Instinctively, I moved back, trying to hide my genitals with my hand.
"No, we don't want no trouble," grinned Blackbeard, and then he doffed his cap with an ironic little bow.
"Vince, the Prince, that's what they call me," he introduced himself. Wendy and I remained silent.
"The man ain't polite, can't you see that?" said one of the other young men. "He don't know he's supposed to introduce himself and that cute cunt with him!"
"Watch your fucking language," grinned Vince. "And make yourself useful. They're on their honeymoon. They don't want our acquaintance, maybe. But if you wanna know their names, I bet they've got their papers in the tent. Why don't you get them and tell us all?"
There would have been no sense in trying to stop the lout as he began rummaging around inside the tent, going through all our things. There were tears of rage in Wendy's eyes, and I hugged her gently against me, whispering to her that we had better keep quiet for the time being.
"Hurry it up in there, Luke, will you?" urged the leader. "That poor guy's not going to be able to wait much longer, he's feeling up the chick right in front of us. With that hard-on, you can't blame him for wanting to get his rocks off again!"
They all roared and this time it was too much for Wendy. She tore loose from my embrace, rushed forward to the man without even realizing that her blanket was falling off her shoulders, and revealed her firm young breasts to the gaze of those bastards.
"You are crude, you know that? Filthy and crude and a louse, that's what you are!" she screamed at Vince, the veins in her throat standing out, so furious had she become.
He smiled a good-natured sort of smile and I hoped she'd calm down before he became angry, real angry. But even as he smiled, so suddenly that Wendy never saw it coming, his huge right hand lashed out, hitting her face with a slapping sound. With a startled cry, she fell to the side, flung down on the grass. And as she struggled, her blanket came off completely and she was naked.
I just had time to see that the redhaired girl had taken out her boyfriend's prick and was stroking it. They were both looking at Wendy now.
"Bastard!" I screamed, forgetting about being careful, and flung myself upon the leader of the gang.
I didn't get very far, though, strong hands seized my arms from behind, pushing me away from my wife, and no matter how hard I struggled, I was unable to shake those who held me.
"Don't you hurt him now," shouted Vince, the Prince. "Poor man will need his strength to console the little lady. If you start knocking him around, he'll wind up losing his erection.
Wouldn't want that to happen, would we now?"
"Hey, there are enough hard-ons to go around for her, aren't there?" remarked his girl friend.
"Shut up, Penny. Ain't you got no respect?" Vince chided her. "They're on their honeymoon after all. Maybe the lady don't want to cheat on her husband yet."
Then he turned to me with a grin that revealed two rows of shiny white teeth.
"See, you can't say I'm not a good guy, can you? Saving your prick for you and all, I hope you're going to put it to good use now."
They were pushing me forward now, back into my wife's direction, and suddenly I was flung down, so violently that I fell right on top of Wendy.
She quickly put her arms around me, holding me back as I was about to jump up and throw myself at my aggressors.
"Be still, for heaven's sake," she whispered into my ear. Now it was she who was the reasonable one.
"Let's do whatever they want, darling. Let's try to get out of this alive-" They were crowding around us now, some of them crouching down to look at us closely.
"Well, you gonna fuck her or you want one of the guys to do it for you?" asked Vince.
"Do it, go ahead and do jt," sobbed Wendy against my ear. She quickly put her hand on my penis, feeling it and then, since it was as ready as ever, pulling me toward her as she rolled over on her back.
I felt terrible about the situation, especially since this would be the first time, since we were married that we would be making love. Only it wasn't going to be that, really, not with all these people staring at us. It would be no more than a crude, animal act. It would be nothing but fucking.
"That's it, that's the way," somebody grunted when Wendy clamped her legs around me and moved her pelvis up in a little thrust as if to demand penetration. I looked down at her face, looked at the tears in her eyes, and murmured, "Forgive me, darling," as I entered her.
What surprised me more than anything, at that very moment, was the way it went in. She was all slippery and wet down here, totally responsive to me, but then I realized that I should not be all that surprised since I myself was still having such an erection!
"My, look at that!" purred Penny. "I guess nothing could stop them now. They'd even fuck in the middle of Yankee Stadium, with everybody watching, those two! Well, I guess some people just aren't sensitive. Real animals, these two, don't you think so, Vince?"
"Looks that way, sure looks that way," he chuckled. "Can't you smell it? The bitch is in heat, all right!"
What could we do? I began thrusting into my wife's vagina, excited by her body as I always was, shutting out the world around me, the horrible people who were watching us, covering her tear-streaked face with kisses so that I might hide them all from her view.
And Wendy was thrusting back at me, her nervous, healthy young body unable to remain quiet under my onslaught, her leg and back muscles working steadily, rhythmically, until I no longer felt anything but pleasure.
"Like dogs in he street," laughed the redhead. "Just like dogs! Ain't they like dogs?"
"Yeah, but a dog goes in from the rear, don't you know that, stupid?" grinned her boyfriend. They were both sitting on the ground now, very close to my head, and she was beating him off with both hands.
"Yeah, why don't you fuck her in the ass, just like dogs do?" somebody said.
"You heard what the man said," commanded Vince now, his voice cutting and cold. "Turn the bitch over and cornhole her. Right up the asshole, you understand?"
I could feel poor Wendy tense in my arms. Her eyes widened and she stopped thrusting. I, too, paused in my lovemaking, wondering whether they actually meant us to assume that other position, to do something neither Wendy nor I would have ever dreamed of trying.
"He don't hear so well, maybe," one of the men said. "He needs help, is what he needs, I think."
Gosh, it all went so fast, it was horrible, after that, and I am still ashamed of just one thing: my hard-on remained as it was. I was still able, physically able to do exactly whatever they wanted.
I was grabbed by my arms and shoulders again, yanked away from Wendy, and my prick had no sooner, snapped out of her pussy than two strong guys were each grabbing one of her legs to keep them open.
"Lemme go!" she shrieked, and then her cries changed into loud, drawn-out sobs as she was rolled over on her belly.
There was a girl now, touching Wendy, running her fingers over my wife's buttocks, feeling their supple, resilient firmness and I could tell she enjoyed doing it, from the way she smiled.
"Don't fool around, Sandy, stick your finger in and tell us how tight she is," somebody said.
The girl obeyed, my wife squirmed, the boys spread her legs out even more and Vince himself knelt down and grabbed her wrists.
"There now, stick your finger in, way inside. How is it?" he asked.
"Tight. Very tight, fellows," grinned the girl.
"You ought to know what tight is," laughed Luke. "Everybody knows you like to get it in the ass!"
"It ain't true!" protested the girl, continuing to insert her finger deeper and deeper into Wendy's wriggling ass.
"Not true? You forgot last week already, when I had you just that way! Oh, boy, were you drunk that night!"
They continued to joke back and forth like that, and finally the girl straddled Wendy, so that her skirt went up and I could see she didn't have any panties on. She had a black little bush and a plump vulva with the slit opening as she spread her legs like this, and my prick was only getting harder and harder.
"There now, I'm gonna hold her open for you, all you have to do is put it in," she grinned at me and I was being pushed forward.
With two fingers of her left hand she was, indeed, spreading the flesh of Wendy's buttocks apart, far enough so that I could see the anus fully exposed, puckered up and twitching again, and suddenly I did want to do it that way, wanted to enter my lovely wife in this disgusting manner, feeling utterly ashamed of myself and at the same time almost grateful to those bastards for making me do something I would not have dared try on my own.
"Ohhhhh!" wailed poor Wendy as I began pushing my glans up against the little hole. It wasn't the same as going into her cunt, not by a long shot. First of all, it was so much tighter, and in the second place it was bone dry. I tried and tried, but the sphincter muscles were pulled tight and there was no way for me to get through.
"Relax, honey," said the girl who was holding her ass open, and with her free hand she began touching my prick and stroking it at the root, pulling it forward.
"Maybe she needs oiling," remarked Luke. And somebody actually handed the girl sitting on Wendy one of those little oil cans that are used on the moving parts of a machine. Of course, there would be such a thing in the possession of these fiends.
"This?" sneered the girl. "That's disgusting!"
"Then what would you suggest?" asked Vince.
"I'll show you, I'll show you in a minute!" She gestured with her hand and I felt myself being pulled away from Wendy's ass, until I sat on the ground. The girl suddenly leaned forward, way forward, until her head dipped down and over, her face up against the spread-out cheeks. Then she began to move it slightly, up and down, in a steady rhythm.
The two boys holding my wife's legs grinned and wedged her calves in between their knees to free their hands. Both took out their pricks and started to masturbate as they watched the girl suck that tiny little asshole. But two other girls quickly came to their rescue, kneeling down and taking their tools into their mouths.
"There now, everything's as smooth as can be," grinned the first girl, sitting up again, and I could see that Wendy's rectum was glistening with her spittle.
I don't know any more what was powerful, my disgust or my excitement but I assure you, Doctor, I felt both as I once more tried to enter Wendy's bowels.
What a difference it made! Oh, she was as tight as before, holding herself shut as before, but she was well lubricated and my turgid glans slipped forward when I pushed hard, forcing the passage open. Wendy let out a long, piercing scream when my prick crept forward, steadily, slowly, until I was fully planted inside her behind.
I paused, horrified at the thought of causing her pain, but Vince did not seem to like that very much.
"You tired or something?" he growled at me. "You're gonna fuck her now, or would you like somebody else to take over for you?"
"No, please!" I managed to mumble, and despite my poor wife's convulsive squirming, I started to thrust in and out of her asshole.
"Relax, enjoy it," grinned Vince, and to my dismay he pulled her up to him, her face closer to his, and then he began kissing her.
I was terrified, fearing that she might bite him in her rage and thereby provoke some dire consequences to both of us, but finally Wendy did know better. She just held still, her moans of pain muffled as he stuck his tongue into her mouth.
I was only hoping that I might be able to ejaculate very quickly so as to get the ordeal over with, yet realized that although my hard-on was as good as ever, my nervousness would probably drag the whole thing out.
Unwittingly, the girl sitting on top of my wife came to my rescue. Obviously excited by what she saw and did, she now puckered up her lips and put her face closer and closer to mine.
Since I was fucking Wendy's ass in a kneeling position, and thus kept my torso upright, she had soon reached my mouth.
Oh, hell, I thought, why am I doing this? And then I let my tongue play over hers which she was sticking out. At least Wendy couldn't see me do it.
And that bitch kissed me with such expertise, slipped her tongue so deeply into my mouth, way to the back of my throat, that a sudden surge of passion made me thrust real hard, half a dozen times, and then the sperm started to come out.
I closed my eyes and let myself fall back, away from Wendy, away from that bittersweet mouth of the girl and then I put both hands to my face as if to shut out the world around me. But I could not shut out the hysterical sobs of my lovely wife.
When I looked up again, several members of the gang had dropped their pants and while some were mounting their female companions, at least two remained standing and had their girls suck their stiff pricks, on their knees before them.
"Now look what you did!" said Vince with a big grin on his face as he released Wendy and stood up. "Look, you made them all horny as hell! Why, the way that bitch of yours went for me with her tongue, look at what it did to me!"
He pulled down the zipper of his fly, and out popped the biggest, stiffest member I had ever seen on a fellow in my entire life. The purplish glans was like a child's fist, thick and round and shiny, and the veins in the shaft were standing out, gorged with blood.
"Hey!" grinned Penny, admiration in her voice. "Isn't he the greatest?" Then she turned to him and kissed him on the mouth.
"Go ahead, darling, have a little fun," she giggled. "Go ahead, I won't be jealous."
The two who had held Wendy were in the process of coming into the mouths of their girl friends at that moment, and the chick who had kissed Wendy's ass and then my mouth with so much gusto had rolled off my wife's back and was lying on her own, her bare legs twitching, her fingers moving feverishly inside her crotch.
Wendy even surprised me with the speed of her sudden lunge, as she jumped to her feet and dashed toward the trees.
"Get her," shouted Vince and I saw two fellows race after her, both throwing themselves forward and tackling her legs like football players. With a shrill scream of terror, she fell forward.
"Now look at me, will you?" laughed Vince. "How lucky that we were here to stop her!
Why, she might have gone on until she reached the road, down in the valley, and made a public spectacle out of herself. An indecent spectacle, too, wouldn't you say so?" It was me he was asking this.
Sobbing, trembling, Wendy was now dragged back to the group and suddenly she disappeared in a circle of laughing young men and girls. Then I heard her scream, and after that, there was a muffled, gagging sound. One man was standing with his back to me, his hands down and forward, and his pants were hanging down at his knees. His bare ass was twitching and moving back and forth, and although I couldn't see very well, I knew exactly what was happening. They were holding my wife down, on her knees, and he was fucking her mouth!
I no longer had the strength or the spirit to resist, to struggle. I slowly got up from the ground, up to my knees. And then I looked at Vince, towering above me.
"After that, when he's through with her," I murmured meekly, "then will you let us go?
Please?"
Vince seemed to like seeing me grovel, but I had sure gotten the wrong guy.
"Let you go? Why, did you want to leave us? Now that wouldn't be very fair, would it now?
You've had your fun, now Paul over there is having his, and what about the rest of us?
What about you and that hard-on of mine? Listen, fellows, I could tell from the way you were going at it that she's pretty darn tight up her shit hole, and sure as hell I'm going to get in there before we part company."
I stared at the tremendous thing he wanted to stuff into my poor wife's ass and shuddered.
"No," I said, my voice trembling. "No, you can't to that!"
"Wanna bet!" he grinned.
I don't know whether I did the right thing or not. I still don't know whether it would have done any good to submit without another word. Maybe everything would have been the same, anyway, maybe they would have let us go. But I simply couldn't reason it it all out, just at that moment. I saw red, that's all. Naked and helpless as I was, I lunged. My hands went for the bastard's throat, my knee went up into his crotch, and I don't think I ever have wanted to hurt and maim as I did then. It was a most satisfying feeling, that yielding of sensitive flesh, against my kneecap, as it slammed into Vince's thick, swollen balls. His eyes sort of popped and his mouth opened wide but not a sound came out of it, and then he sagged. I released his throat and watched him crumble to the ground, almost with disbelief. He was about twice my weight and a good head taller than me, and yet I had floored him, just like that!
I didn't have much time to enjoy my victory, though, for something hard and heavy struck the back of my head, and then everything went black.
Neil passed in his narration and I glanced at my watch. Yes, the time was up, and just when the first phase of his and his wife's ordeal had reached a kind of conclusion.
I felt that it would be too much for the man to continue, just then, and suggested that he relate the events of the days that followed, he days of captivity, in the hands of that gang, when he returned three days later for his second session.
INTERVIEW TWO
Neil arrived on time, for his second interview, but he seemed to hesitate for a few seconds before continuing his narration. Finally he took a deep breath and launched himself, with a visible effort, into the report on the second part of his ordeal in California.
I don't know for how long I was unconscious, maybe only minutes, maybe hours, for when I came to I was blindfolded and could not tell whether it was night or day.
The first sensation I felt was a comforting one, since I was being held and caressed very gently by female hands. A naked body, soft and warm, was stretched out alongside me, and for a moment I thought, in my inner confusion, that everything had been no more than a bad dream, that I was simply awakening in my tent, with Wendy at my side, as she was supposed to be, and that everything was all right, except for an inexplicable headache.
But I had no sooner stirred and uttered one or two moans as the shooting pain flashed through my skull, than I felt my cock grabbed most firmly and energetically, and I knew it was not Wendy.
She has always handled my genitals softly, lightly, never squeezing like this, even when she went down on me. But this was a different kind of touch, energetic, purposeful, and there was none of my wife's slight hesitation in it.
"You're gonna be all right, baby, quite all right," murmured a throaty voice next to my ear.
The hand began stroking my member with energy, and I felt something beginning to stir.
"You can thank your lucky stars that you are still in one piece, buddy," giggled the strange girl now, "and you can thank me. Oh yes, you sure can thank me, and you will too, in another minute, when I've gotten that gorgeous cock of yours nice and stiff again!"
"Where-where's Wendy-my wife-what has happened to her-" I managed to groan, trying to lift myself up into a sitting position.
"Down, boy, down," said the girl, pushing me back. There was a rough blanket beneath my body and a cool breeze wafted across my face, so that I knew I was out in the open.
I did not have the strength to resist her yet, and so I sank back. "Wendy-" I whispered once more, but there was no reply.
The stroking continued, steady and vigorous, so that blood began to gorge my member, seeming to drain the pain from my head. I felt myself becoming stiff again.
"Now there's a good boy," giggled the girl softly, her breath against my ear, "there's a good boy who's gonna show his appreciation to Ginger now, a big, stiff appreciation, right up her shithole-Oh yes, that's where I want it!"
My deep worry about my wife tormented me, yet nature was taking its course. As the girl excited me with her hand and with the things she was saying to me, I finally reached for her and found a pair of firm, round tits pressing against the palms of my hands. When my fingers dug in a little, the girl moaned deeply.
"Oh yes-yes-oh, I do like that!" she sighed, moving her hips and rubbing her groin against me. I could feel the soft brushing of her pubic hair against my body, detected a faint, delicate odor of excited femininity, and I knew that I would do just exactly whatever this broad wanted.
Bitch, I thought nevertheless, you filthy bitch! Oh I'm going to fuck your asshole all right, like you want it, only a lot harder than you would like me to! It was a strange thing to feel desire and deep hatred, all at once, for this woman, this gang-whore, and the prospect of ramming my prick into her bowels with such force that I would make her scream for mercy only excited me more and more.
"If it wasn't for me," she whispered now, "Vince would have taken care of you but good!
You sure put him out of commission for a couple of days at least-" Now she giggled again, as if the leader's mishap was not something to displease her.
"He's my brother, you know," she said. "And he listens to me, he really does, when the chips are down. I'm a year older than he is, see, and I won't take any shit from him. Never have and never will! But if it wasn't for the way I felt the minute I saw your big fat prick out in the open, why, I'd have let him cut you up some. You sure had it coming!"
So this was Vince's sister, I thought. Good, I'll hurt him through her, then. He'll listen to her scream when I ream out her ass, all right! And then, if they kill me, what do I care!
As you see, Doctor, I wasn't thinking clearly any more, I did not consider the danger my hostility might bring to my wife. All I wanted to do was to lash out, to wreak vengeance, any kind of vengeance upon these people.
I began fumbling with my blindfold, but Ginger slapped my hands away sharply.
"No, no, you keep it on now," she laughed. I shrugged and obeyed. What did I care? I didn't have to see that pig to fuck her ass.
It turned out that she wanted it done while lying on her back, with her legs pulled way up, and she guided me to the tiny hole. With the cunt-juice that she was dripping, in her excitement, by the time we were both ready, the entire area was slippery and wet so that I would have no difficulty penetrating her. When I felt that my glans was at the proper spot, centered in the middle of her puckered hole, I paused and took a deep breath.
Now you're going to get it, you bitch, I thought. And with every ounce of strength I could muster I rammed myself into her, wanting only to hurt, to tear- "Ohhhh-" the cry rose shrilly from her lips, her body jerked in a wild spasm, and already I was lunging again.
"Ohhh-ohhhh-" she howled, trashing in my arms, squirming and struggling. I held her arms, I pressed her down, pushed myself into her again and again, slamming against those fat buttocks until my bones ached. At last I had to pause, almost exhausted, completely out of breath.
"Well," I hissed at the girl, "what have you got to say for yourself now? Was that what you wanted?"
She was drawing air into her lungs with deep, sighing gulps, and I waited for her to catch her breath to plead for mercy, to beg me to stop. Oh, how I was looking forward to it!
At last she was able to speak.
"Ohhh-why are you stopping?" she mumbled, "why don't you go on fucking me-ohhh, you are the best, the very best-Nobody's ever cornholed me like that!"
I was speechless. I could have sworn that the treatment I was giving her would have torn the bowels out of any other human body, and there was this bitch, asking for more. Then her cries, her shouts, had merely been expressions of her pleasure- I could have done her harm in some other way, of course, I could have strangled her right there, on the spot, and probably no jury in the world would have convicted me, given the circumstances.
But all the fight had gone out of me. It simply did not occur to me, and since my prick was as stiff as ever, twitching inside her shit-hole and demanding to be pushed in and out, I just went ahead and did just that, steadily, less roughly, until her contractions as she came extracted sperm from my organ. Breathless, my heart beating fast and hard, I rolled off the woman and unto my back.
"You can take your blindfold off now," she murmured, her face so close to mine that I could again feel her breath on my face.
I did as she told me and looked up at the girl. It was still daylight, so that I could see her well.
Her mouth was half-open, the lips moist and luscious, and somehow I found it difficult to believe that she was Vince's older sister, she looked so very young. Almost helpless, I'd say, something about the expression on her face.
Her eyes were dark and beautiful, but the left one seemed to look to the side while the right one stared straight at me.
"You see why I wanted to have you blindfolded," she murmured.
"Why?" I grunted.
"Because I'm ugly. Because I'm an ugly, cross-eyed girl. Because one look at me would have made it impossible for you to give me the screwing I wanted. Fooled you, didn't I?"
Except for the last few words, which she said with a kind of sneer, she had sounded utterly sad.
"All right," I shrugged, "so you're a little cross-eyed. But you're not ugly, not by a long shot." I don't know why, but now that I could see her I no longer felt any hatred for her. Her sadness had gotten to me, somehow.
"C'mon, don't bullshit-me,"-she said, pulling down the corners of her mouth in a contemptuous grimace. "Why d'you think I got used to getting it in the ass? That's the only way the fellows will touch me. They don't want to see my face when they fuck me."
I sat up and realized that we were alone, although the motorcycles were still standing around in a circle. The tent was a few feet behind me, and I could see no one around, feeling panic once more, at the thought of Wendy.
"Oh don't worry now," Ginger said softly, "don't worry about your wife. They're not hurting her, you can be sure of that, and with all the other girls wanting their share, they probably won't have the strength left to screw her too much.
The one you could have worried about his my brother, he's real mean with the chicks that don't belong to us. But you sure put him out of commission," she chuckled. Apparently there was not too much love lost between those two.
My thoughts raced as I began to speculate on my and Wendy's chances to escape that gang. Something about Ginger convinced me that she might just be the one to provide me with that chance.
She was sitting with her arms wrapped around her knees, just then, looking away from me so that I could not see her eyes. I had to admit that she was built like a Venus, her limbs slender and strong, her waist narrow, long, willowy.
"When did you first think of yourself as ugly?" I asked her softly.
"Oh, always, you know. Vince kept telling me how ugly I am, ever since we were kids."
That sounded like the bastard, all right. I imagined him, a mean, vicious kid, taking delight in tormenting his sister with remarks about her slight handicap until it became something quite overwhelming in her mind. And he had apparently enough authority over the others to make sure they wouldn't enlighten her on her good looks.
Why would he do a thing like that to his own sister? Oh, I guess plain meanness, perhaps even envy and jealousy because she was probably a much better person than he was.
And making her feel ugly had enabled him to dominate her, to force her into the gang which she would regard as the only social environment, callous and base enough to accept her, within limits.
Like all the other girls, I was sure she went from one to the other boys of the gang, and I was equally sure that each and every one had very specific instructions from Vince as to how she was to be treated.
If I could help her, I thought, maybe she would help me. And touching her shoulder lightly with the tips of my fingers I leaned forward and kissed her neck.
She whirled, quite startled.
"Whaddya want?" she asked.
"Would you like me to do something real nice to you?" I asked softly.
"C'mon, don't fool around. If you're rested, I'll take you to the others and you can see your wife getting fucked. Ha, maybe that'll get you excited again and you'll fuck my asshole once more!"
"Don't talk like that," I said, "it's not the real you. And I don't want to see what they are doing to Wendy," I added, feeling my voice choke up a little. "I sure as hell don't!"
She gave me a puzzled look with her good eye. Then she shrugged.
"You're a funny one," she murmured. "They told me you wouldn't run away as long as they had Wendy, that you'd do anything I told you to do, because you'd be afraid for her. Well, maybe you don't love her. Maybe you really don't."
"Oh, but I do, I do, and that's why I am indeed not running off, leaving her here. But now I know I can't help her, not by trying to fight off all these guys. And precisely because I love her I don't want to see her being abused by some other man."
"You're afraid they're getting her real hot, that's what's bothering you," she giggled now, and I could have slapped her, I was getting so angry again. But I had my plan by now and I decided to follow it through.
I put my arms around Ginger and for a moment she struggled, thinking that I was about to do her violence. But when I turned her face toward mine, forcing it around and pressing my lips against hers, she went limp all over, and then her tongue moved inside my mouth.
But suddenly she tore away from me, sneering at me as before.
"You don't fool me, you bastard," she said, "you're only doing this because you think I'm going to help you. But you can't stand the sight of me, just like the others!"
"That's not true. You are a very attractive girl," I said.
"Attractive my eye, don't you bullshit me! And kissing me isn't going to prove a thing, there's only one way a girl can tell whether a fellow goes for her, and that's by looking at- at-" She was pointing down at my crotch, and now her eyes widened as she saw what had happened to my prick.
"But-but it's getting stiff again-" she gasped.
"Because I'm looking at you, because I was touching and kissing you," I said softly.
"It can't be, it's impossible," she murmured, "it's some kind of trick of yours-why, but it's completely stiff now! No, it isn't because of me. I'm ugly, ugly, ugly," and then she clapped her hands to her face and begem to sob quietly.
The last traces of anger disappeared from my heart when I saw her like that. Whatever her apparent callousness, her cruelty were, they were the result of the company she kept.
She had been nearly destroyed by her brother, and now I sincerely hoped that I might be of some help to her.
"You are a very pretty girl, on the contrary, and just because you are cross-eyed doesn't make enough of a difference to keep a man from desiring you, Ginger," I said. "And if it bothers you all that much, don't you know that it can be operated?"
"Can it?" she murmured.
"Didn't your brother, didn't anybody ever tell you that?" I asked her. Slowly she shook her head.
"Come then, come and let me prove to you that you are desirable," I smiled, drawing her in my arms. With a shudder she sank down to the blanket with me, and then I was tickling her cunt, her clitoris, so sadly neglected by the members of the gang.
"It feels good there, oh yes-it feels so terrific-" she whispered.
When I went down on her, gently lapping at her pussy, she was in ecstasy. And when I began inserting my finger I was stunned to find that Ginger was still a virgin! What a cruel caprice on the part of Vincent to have kept her in this state when all around her the others seemed to enjoy a pretty free, pretty wild sexual life!
I enjoyed deflowering Ginger most thoroughly, entering her slowly and carefully, tearing through the delicate membrane without causing her much pain. And then she hugged me, with arms and legs, rocked me on her tummy as we screwed, sobbing with pleasure and kissing my shoulders, my mouth, my cheeks, until release came to both of us at the same instant.
Ginger was my ally now, ready to help, ready to leave the gang and seek medical help for her eye problem. The depths of her brother's viciousness and cruelty were only beginning to dawn upon her.
She told me that they would soon return to the clearing where we were, bringing Wendy along with them, and that I should hide. She would tell them I had run off to get the police, that I turned out to be a pretty callous man, when it came to staying with my wife in her hour of distress.
To face them, she explained, would have terrible consequences, now that Vince knew that Ginger had had her way. He would avenge himself on me for the kick I had given him, and even delayed, this vengeance would be quite cruel, possible fatal.
"I'll bring Wendy to you later on, when they're asleep," she murmured. "Wait for me at the rock, over there, over the waterfall-" A little later, alone and hidden above the clearing, I was able to see them all return, dragging my poor wife along. Wendy was barely able to walk, stumbling with every step, and her face was streaked with tears.
When Ginger spoke to them-I could not hear the words from where I was, but I knew what she would say-Wendy seemed to collapse with despair at the news of my departure.
Oh I would so much wanted to appease her fears, just then, tell her that I was not far, that I could see her, watch over her! But of course I dared not make my presence known.
It was behind that rock, up by the waterfall, that I awaited the night. The cyclists did not seem in the least worried about my departure, in no hurry to leave, and I could well understand why. Wendy and I had been deposited in this area by helicopter and it would have taken me at least a day's and a night's walking to come to the nearest town where the police could be alerted.
And so I had to witness once more the disgusting assaults of several of the members of the gang upon my wife, at one point held between two of them, penetrated anally and frontally while a third one forced his stiff cock into her mouth.
Wendy seemed to submit to all this quite meekly now, helping the one she was sucking off with her hand, stroking his cock while she sucked the tip, since only in that manner would she be able to prevent his ramming it down her throat. Also, it served to speed up the process and soon I saw dimly the white stuff that was overflowing and running down her chin.
"Swallow it, you little bitch, swallow it all," I now heard the man yell. And somewhere, deep down, to my great shame, I confess that I thought of Wendy as she would be once we were free and together again, and was hoping that she would be freer than ever, in her love-making with me. After what she had gone through and experienced here, what could 41 possibly want to do with her that she could refuse me?
At last the man seemed to tire, but not so their females. The girls were now taking over, bunching up on Wendy and tickling her pussy, one of them even licking it, while another forced her cunt down upon my wife's mouth as she lay on her back. Her breasts were sucked by two more of the bitches and I guess I cannot really blame her if her strong, healthy body reacted and responded in spite of herself. Indeed, she was twitching and moving under this heaving mass of naked, female flesh, so that I became convinced she was climaxing.
No, indeed, I cannot blame her. For was I not crouching behind that rock, holding my prick in my hand and jerking myself off as I watched that mass-rape of the woman I loved?
Naked still, Wendy was tied to a tree and left standing, half sagging in her ropes, while the others bedded down for the night. Patiently I waited and waited, and when everything was still I finally saw Ginger sneak over to the tree, cut the ropes with a knife and put her hand on Wendy's mouth to keep her from speaking, from making the slightest noise. She quickly helped her get dressed and then the two of them disappeared in the undergrowth below my feet. Five minutes later they emerged at my side.
It was the end of a terrible ordeal, Doctor, and when Wendy sobbed softly in my arms and I caressed her sweet little face, Ginger discreetly turned away from us. I knew that I could count on her to remain silent about what had happened between us. Not that Wendy could have blamed me, under the circumstances, but she had enough to bear, it wasn't necessary for her to struggle with yet_ another difficult fact to accept.
We reached civilization many, weary hours later, hungry and exhausted, having taken along no supplies, no food, nothing but the clothes on our backs.
Well, some of those young punks are in jail now, others have received suspended sentences. But they were all caught, of course, and I hope it means that their misdeeds, at least as an organized group, have come to an end. As for Vince, he's in for quite a while and although I doubt that he could be rehabilitated, at least the world will be safe from him for as long as he is in jail.
The girls got somewhat more lenient treatment, most of them getting away with suspended sentences. Only Ginger was not even brought to trial when I refused to lodge charges against her.
Yes, she has had her operation now, and we have seen her again. She is truly beautiful now, completely changed in her behavior and her speech. Ginger has become a real lady, is holding down a job in a bank and the" last thing I heard was that she is engaged to be married.
The only after-effect from which Wendy and I have to suffer now is the memory of the experience, and each and every time we make love it comes back.
Doctor, she has become so eager for anal intercourse now, that I am truly worried. Is it possible that they taught her this perversion and that she can no longer shake it?
Of course I oblige her, I make love to her that way and I enjoy it quite thoroughly, most of the time. But it is a perversion, after all, isn't it? All right from time to time, I guess, but not that often!
CONCLUSION
I could not convince Neil that anal intercourse, if consented to by both himself and his wife, was not in the least perverse or immoral. In his mind, perhaps more than in Wendy's, this particular act had become so deeply intermeshed with the bad memories of their spoiled honeymoon, that he probably attributed the woman's predilection to some deep and indelible seduction to which she had fallen victim in the arms of her rapists.
I recommended that he and Wendy both return to see me so that we might be able to explore their problems together. In cases such as this it is obviously indicated to treat not the one spouse alone but to have them speak out to each other and to the therapist about things they tend to avoid when alone.
CASE HISTORY SIX
Name: Vivian M.
Age: Twenty-three
INTERVIEW ONE
A delightfully vivacious young woman, Vivian M. smiled as she told me that she was seeking my advice, although, as she put it, the need for it was all too pressing.
"I do believe in plain, mental hygiene though," she said, "and isn't it preferable to prevent rather than to cure?"
I couldn't have agreed with her more, of course, and more people would indeed enjoy fuller and happier lives if only they paid as much attention to the equilibrium of their psyche than they did to the well-being of their bodies.
In a chatty manner, as if she had come for tea, Vivian told me that she and her husband, Mike, had become involved in mate-swapping with another couple, that she was enjoying it thoroughly, and only wanted to know exactly what to do so that any future complications might be avoided.
"What is important," I told her, "is how you yourself feel about it. You and your husband, of course. Would you care telling me about it? How it all started and what your reactions were, right from the very beginning?"
She agreed and began her story.
Mike and I are married for four years now, as you see I was almost a child-bride, but not quite a child when it came to sexual know-how. I had already had two lovers, but with Mike I simply knew that this was it, that we were made for each other.
He is an outgoing, open-minded man, only two years older than myself, and we were almost reluctant to go through with a marriage ceremony when we couldn't see why life together had to be sanctioned in any way by society.
We really did it for the sake of my parents who are a little old-fashioned about such things, but we had agreed from the very start that we would continue to be quite free, that neither of us would in any way "own" the other, married or not married.
As it turned out, we were not much different from any other young couple in love, at first, having eyes but for each other, feeling free, of course, but in no need to exercise that freedom by screwing around with other partners.
We really fulfilled each other in every way, made each other happy and constantly found something new, something exciting that we could bring to each other, when we were intimate.
Sometimes I would kid Mike, when he was a little late coming home from his office, and ask him whether he had been with a blonde or with a brunette. Then he would tell me some outlandish story he'd make up on the spot, about running into a lady cabdriver who had abducted him, or about a streetwalker who had accosted him and begged him to become her pimp because he was such a pretty boy.
As for me, I invented wild affairs with the television repairman and the boy. who had delivered the groceries.
We joked about it, you see, but we always tried to make our stories exciting and-well, a little filthy, if you know what I mean, because each of us knew that it would put the other in the mood for a little session in bed.
Somehow, it all became even more exciting to us when the people we pretended to be our extramarital sex-partners were not just made-up but actual people, people we both knew.
Then, about six months ago, we met another couple at a party and found out that they were living right in the same apartment house with us. They were young and intelligent, as we ourselves like to think we are, and naturally we decided to get together.
Jim and Rhoda invited us for dinner, just the two of us, to get acquainted, and then they were at a little cocktail party Mike and I threw in our apartment.
To make a long story short, we soon became real good friends, went on picnics together, to the beach, and quite often dropped in on each Other without even calling first, everybody feeling quite free to say that the time was not right, if it wasn't, and how about later?
I mean we were like brothers and sisters, living in a building and just feeling very much at ease with each other.
I was actually a little reluctant to use Jim as a protagonist in one of my phantasies, which I made up for Mike's benefit, simply because it felt like a sneaky thing to do to our friend.
But then Mike started telling me a really crazy story about himself and Rhoda, about having met her in the city, when he was out for lunch, and then spending the entire afternoon with her in a hotel-room.
Of course I could visualize the whole scene beautifully, since I knew her so well, and I asked him all sorts of details, how her private parts looked, whether she made lots of noise when she came or whether she was the type that just shakes and holds her breath until it's over.
He told me all about it as we slipped into bed, and I remember being more excited than ever as he continued describing sex with Rhoda while we were screwing.
"Was she moving like that? Like that, darling?" I panted, as I thrust at him, with pelvis and belly, and he laughed and said almost.
Well, of course I went ahead and thought up a real winner with Jim, a story in which I had him drop in around ten in the morning, telling me that he was just not feeling right that day, not up to going to his office, and that it was all because of me.
I described a beautiful scene to Mike, in which Jim declared his secret passion for me and, when I firmly told him that it was out of the question, he threw himself on me and actually raped me, right on the living-room floor.
"I really didn't want to," I told Mike, "oh, not because of you, I know you would have understood. Because of Rhoda, that's what scared me so. You know how much I like her, and she might just not be so broad-minded as we are, you see."
Well, it all worked just as it always does, getting Mike horny as hell, and this time, when we started making love, I simply wanted to outdo myself, come up with something new, something I had never thought of before.
I don't really know how the idea came to me, but at one point when Mike asked me excitedly whether Jim had stuck his prick real deep into my cunt, I giggled and shook my head.
"He didn't?" asked Mike.
"Not in my cunt. He shoved it up my backside, right up my asshole, darling."
"What? In there?" groaned Mike, humping like crazy, and his hand was searching frantically, his finger found my anus, and he started boring it into the hole.
"In there? Did he fuck you in there?" Mike asked, and then I could feel the hot spurts of his sperm, inside me, even before I had time to tell him yes, give him a few more juicy details.
"Well, that sure got you excited," I laughed afterwards. "You never told me you wanted me that way, you know that?"
"Well," Mike shrugged, "it just never occurred to me. But isn't it nice to think that we haven't done everything yet, that there is still so much for us to discover together? Why, I bet you we're just a couple of dumb young kids who haven't even scratched the surface yet!"
And later that night we tried it. Oh boy, Doctor, how we tried! But I was so tight, so tense, actually, that he simply never made it inside. Every once in a while he'd stop trying and work with his finger, wedging it in and moving it back and forth like a tiny prick, and it felt real good, but each time he came back with the real thing, it was no go. I'd twitch, my ass would pucker up good and tight, and he'd push until his hard-on left him.
Of course we gave up in the end and just made love the other way, but with him going in from the back, just to give us an illusion.
I mean the whole thing wasn't all that important, by itself, but as you see there were several things that served to fix this story in my mind, the fact that I knew Jim real well, and then our experimentation with anal love-making.
You know, I almost felt a little embarrassed, the following evening when we were out at the movies with Jim and Rhoda. He was sitting right next to me, our elbows were touching on the armrest, I could feel the warmth of his body, smell the shaving lotion on his cheek, and when a really hot love-scene came up on the screen, and I started to feel wetness gathering between my legs, as it always does in a case like that, I somehow knew that Jim was all mixed up in my phantasy, that the guy on the screen was Jim, that the chick was me.
We went dancing, after the movies, and when Jim held me real close-he always does it and it doesn't mean a thing-I was actually searching his crotch with my upper thigh, without seeming to, of course, just to find out whether he'd have a cockstand. Hoping he had one, to be quite honest about it.
Of course, when I told Mike about it later, he thought I was again making up one of my stories, but I stopped short and grinned at him.
"Hey, Mike-I'm not kidding now, I really had the hots for him tonight!"
He laughed and patted my cheek. We were sitting at the kitchen table having a late snack and feeling real cozy and warm after the evening out.
"Are you surprised?" he asked. "After all, you did tell a pretty realistic story about him. And just so you won't feel all alone in this, believe me I was almost embarrassed when I danced with Rhoda, especially during that slow. Didn't you see how I was sticking out my ass, in back? That was because my prick was so stiff she would have felt it for sure, otherwise."
"You should have let her feel it," I laughed.
"Oh, I don't think so," said Mike slowly, "I just don't think so-not yet-" We looked at each other, and I knew my eyes were shining, just like Mike's. We didn't have to say much more, we knew exactly what the other was thinking of.
What added to the exciting quality of the whole thing was the difference between us girls and the men. Rhoda's as blonde as I am dark, and Jim is slim and has black hair, while Mike is a redhead with a built like a boxer. Heavyweight, by the way.
A few weeks went by, during which we continued to elaborate on the stories we had imagined, and finally the day came when Mike and I knew perfectly well that we were both More than willing to translate phantasy into reality. The problem was only how to feel out our friends about it without losing their friendship, if they refused.
As so often happens when you are looking for the solution of a problem, it solves itself without any of our many plans having to be put into effect. The initiative finally came from Jim!
We were having dinner together, just a couple of nights after Mike and I had decided that we would definitely try and go through with it, when we were still not sure as to how to go about it though.
There were just the four of us, celebrating Rhoda's birthday, and they had opened a couple of bottles of champagne for the occasion. We all got a little high, of course, and when I stepped out on the balcony for a breath of fresh air, Jim came along.
We were looking out over the roofs of the city, feeling a little romantic I guess, and when Rhoda called from the kitchen for someone to come and help her with another bottle and Mike went to her rescue, Jim suddenly made a grab for me.
Somehow I had known it was coming. Maybe, having tossed the idea of swapping around with my husband, I had given him that kind of wordless signal during the evening, that certain look that tells a man it's O.K. to go ahead and try.
He held me by the shoulders as he pulled me to him, looking almost a little frightened, poor boy, and then he kissed me a little clumsily. I opened my mouth to him, feeling warm all over all of a sudden, and his kiss became steadier, surer, until I closed my eyes and felt nothing but the smooth movements of his tongue deep inside my mouth.
When he released me at last he turned away quickly.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, looking away and gripping the railing of the balcony. "I'm sorry, please forgive me, Vivian-"
"Why'd you say that?" I asked softly, "did I act angry?"
"N-no, not really-"
"Well then-" I whispered, putting my hand on his arm. This time his face seemed to light up as he turned to me once more, and then I was in his arms, crushed against his strong body, feeling not only his kiss but also the delicious hardness of his prick as it swelled against my belly.
"I'm a real louse, ain't I?" he whispered as he looked into my eyes, still holding me.
"Oh, a real big louse," I grinned.
"I mean-I mean Mike is my friend, after all-"
"He's mine too, remember?" I said. "So why don't you just let it be my responsibility? You just worry about Rhoda, all right? Because I sure as hell don't."
He laughed, and I liked the way his teeth flashed in the dark.
"I don't have to worry about Rhoda, actually," he told me. "She's the one who put me up to it."
Now I was really getting interested. I glanced through the glass door into the living room, but it was still empty. Wouldn't it be funny if Rhoda and Mike, in the kitchen together, at that very same moment-Well, at least we were still alone. I asked Jim what he had meant.
"Rhoda's a real great chick, that way," he smiled. "She keeps telling me that a real man just isn't faithful to his wife. It's just that I have never wanted anybody else until-well, until that party when we met."
"Goes back all that time?" I grinned and he nodded.
"Did you tell your understanding wife?" I asked.
"Yes. Right in the beginning, that very night."
"And?"
"And she said I had very good taste, that she approved."
"Then what would you say if she and Mike paid us back in kind?"
"I-I haven't thought of that," he blurted out, looking startled, and then he laughed softly.
"Paid us back how?" he asked, pulling me real close again and I felt him wanting me.
"You mean for what?" I giggled. "Why don't we find out tomorrow, Jim? Instead of going to work, you could-"
"You mean it?"
"Find out, Jim, find out! Wouldn't you bet a day's work on it?"
He stepped away from me at that moment, as we heard Mike's and Rhoda's laughing voices coming from the kitchen, and then they returned to the living room.
I was in such a hurry to tell Mike all about what had happened that I pretended a headache in order to get back home as early as possible. At the door I managed to give Jim a discreet little smile that was intended to hook him for good, without Rhoda's noticing it.
After having complained about my head, I surprised Mike with the way I threw myself on him, later that night, climbing on top of him and skewering myself on his nicely erected cock.
"Well well," he grinned, "headache's all gone?"
"What headache, you big klutz," I laughed, hopping up and down on him, "I just wanted to get at you! And tell you that it's in the bag."
He grabbed my buttocks and pulled, shoving his prick all the way up into me at that moment. He sure looked happy!
"Jim?" he asked, "you and Jim?" I nodded, grinning from ear to ear.
"Why-why, that's terrific! When?"
"Tomorrow morning. Instead of going to work, he's going to-"
"Like in your story then?" I nodded again. Mike started to buck like crazy, bouncing me up and down on him, and for a while I said no more, enjoying the fuck he was giving me and gluing my mouth to his lips, sucking his tongue into me and receiving a half-dozen of nice, strong jets of sperm that made me come all over the place.
"Listen," Mike told me as we rested and smoked a cigarette, "maybe he's not as well hung as I am-"
"Are you worried about that?" I laughed, "please don't be. The thing I felt against me when he kissed me, back there on the balcony, was rather promising!" I was joking about it, but actually I was a little worried. Men are so sensitive about their virility! Could it be that Mike would worry about who had a bigger one? But of course I had misjudged him.
"Well-just in case his prick is a little smaller than mine, darling, will you promise me just one thing?"
"Now wait a minute, Mike," I said, "if we are going to go through with this, then you mustn't interfere at all, you know!"
"Don't be silly, I was just going to suggest something. I mean, it might be easier with him than with me-in case you'd like to try again-Oh please, do try it, will you? Try and make him put it back there-right in there-" And I squealed, jumping a little as I felt his finger pop into my asshole.
INTERVIEW TWO
Vivian was even more at ease during her second interview than when I had first received her confessions. She was entering the heart of a subject that visibly filled her with pleasure, and her descriptions became more and more graphic.
Jim was at our apartment at nine fifteen, a little over half an hour after Mike had departed, kissing me good-bye and making me promise to tell him everything in great detail when he returned that evening.
Well, the doorbell rang, and there he stood, looking a little embarrassed, I'd say, in the bright daylight streaming in through my windows. It took him a full five minutes before he actually touched me, hemming and hawing and saying that it was a lovely day.
I had gotten up early, that day, taken a bath after breakfast, and now I was wearing a very gauzy, very short little nightie under a flowing robe. When Jim finally put his arms around me he could sure feel all of me right through it.
"You are-you are so-so pretty," he stammered after kissing me.
"You know what?" I giggled, shaking my head, "you're really a little out of training. You better not try talking so much and continue showing me rather how you feel about it all."
I surprised myself with my cockyness, but I was in a wild mood. I had waited for this, ever since I got married, it seemed to me now. And taking him by the hand I led him to the bedroom.
"Sit down there," I said, indicating the edge of the bed. I had changed the sheets as soon as Mike had gotten up, and everything was clean, spotless, inviting. I certainly didn't want my lover to be put off by the smell of all the fucking I'd been doing with my husband, during the night.
Jim sat down, silently, staring at me with big eyes. And there before him, moving in little dance-steps, I began to undress. I enjoyed doing it, I felt no shame, not a single moment of embarrassment, letting the robe glide to the floor first and then slipping the straps of the nightie over my shoulders. I enjoyed the look on Jim's face when he saw my breasts, when his eyes followed the slow, downward movement of the falling garment while I shook my hips and danced around in front of him. At last I stood naked and stopped moving, letting him look me over from head to toe. I don't have a thing to hide, lemme tell you Doctor, I'm rather proud of the way I'm put together.
He wasn't saying anything for a while, he wasn't even moving. Then his lips formed one word, just my name.
"Vivian-" he whispers, "oh Vivian-" That, and the look of total admiration, almost worship in his eyes, excited me more than if he had quickly grabbed for me and mauled me. Not that my pussy hadn't been a little moist from the moment I had gotten up, that morning, just from thinking about what would happen today, but now it was really getting pretty darn soggy.
I stepped a little closer to him, figuring that he simply had to get a whiff of me, of all that cream inside my cunt, and then his hands came up and trembled on either side of me, lightly holding me by the hips. His face leaned forward.
"Yes-" I murmured, "yes, Jim-yes, do it-" I felt his tongue move into my pubic hair, his breath warm on my pelvis. The tip of his tongue moved, rotated inside that bush, and then slid down to the lower regions of that fleshy triangle.
"Do it-oh yes, do it to me-" I said again, feeling a shiver of pleasure running through me as he entered the slit.
I stood with my legs slightly apart to let him in, feeling the steady, smooth movement of his tongue as he lapped at my cunt, as he slurped upward, going from the very center of the gash to the clitoris where he remained for long, delicious seconds, teasing the swelling little button with so much devotion that I was almost tempted to let him continue until it gave me an orgasm.
But I had to think of his pleasure too, I wanted to be good to him, and the least I could do was to respond in kind to his lovely caress.
Very slowly, moving away from his kiss gradually, I sank to my knees at his feet. When I opened his fly I could feel the life inside even before I had touched his bare flesh. There was something hard and rigid in those trousers, something I wanted.
I took it out and he moaned softly when I held his prick in both hands, examining it, admiring it in silence for a while. No, it was not smaller than Mike's, not one bit smaller. It was a good tool, veined and twitching against the palms of my hands, a living thing that I wanted to taste now, feel against my tongue and my palate.
I bowed my head over it, made my lips wet with the tip of my tongue, and then let them slide over the purplish, turgid glans that had poked out of the foreskin. I took my time though, letting him feel the progression of his cock into my mouth, millimeter by millimeter, second by second.
But once I had him in as deep as I could take him, I was no slouch, that's for sure. I sucked hard, because I always suck hard, yet with care, never letting my teeth come into contact with the delicate skin. I just used my lips, my tongue from beneath, running it up and down the underside of his prick, and I pushed my head forward with each and every stroke until he was practically at the back of my throat.
"Ohhh-ohhh Vivian-" he started to groan, and his hands became firm, savage almost, as they gripped my shoulders and then ran through my full, loose hair.
But just as I did not let? him make me come with his mouth, neither did I want him to ejaculate down my throat, not this time at least. There would be other occasions for such little extras, I thought, but first we should explore each other, as man and woman, in the one and only way this can be done best: face to face, looking into each other's eyes and with his cock pumping in and out of my cunt.
I pulled down Jim's trousers as I finished sucking him, then pushed his jacket of his shoulders. It amused me to take that aggressive, almost masculine role with him, but I had quickly guessed that after his first movement toward me, on that balcony, the night before, he was rather intimidated by me and by his own temerity. I loved the slightly embarrassed little cough of his, when I finally had him naked.
Now it was up to him. Moving away from him, I let myself roll on the bed, flat on my back, with my lets chastely crossed at the knees. If he wanted them open, then he had to do it himself.
But first he lavished quite a bit of attention on my tits, and the way his lips moved, closing over the nipples and wetting them warmly, did me so much good that I had a hard time keeping my thighs closed.
We spent the whole day in bed together, and that was only the beginning of a beautiful four way relationship. The four of us continue to this day in exploring all sexual avenues and I think it is wonderful.
CONCLUSION
Vivian assured me that the experience had left no mark on her and her husband's love for each other. That very night they had started having intercourse in each other's presence and were still continuing that practice. I had to agree with my patient that given her and her husband's state of mind, there would be no danger in continuing their four-sided relationship.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
As we have seen from the actual, tape-recorded interviews in this volume, analism has multitudinous causes and reasons for its sexual expression.
Analism itself is a sexual practice as old as mankind and in some ancient cultures was a highly esteemed sexual practice. Indeed, before the "invention" of birth control methods, analism and oralism were the only methods of preventing conception.
Anal intercourse has fallen into ill-repute, probably dating back to the Dark and Middle Ages-a time when the population was small and infant mortality high-not to mention that the average lifespan was thirty-eight. King Henry I of England was considered quite an elderly monarch in his day when he passed his fiftieth year!
This form of sexual expression is on the rise in popularity again-partly due to the sexual revolution begun in the late fifties and brought to its fullest flower in the mid-sixties with the flower children, and further openness in sexuality is now evidenced by all forms of "Lib" organizations.
Basically, there is no physical harm in anal intercourse to the average participant. And, psychologically,there is no harm. The only time any sexual act can be considered harmful to a particular individual is when it is compulsive. This obviously creates an unbalanced personality-and the aim of all psychology is toward the balanced personality.
The cases covered in this volume are varied-from the unpsychotic to the erotic and bizarre; and it only shows the variety of sexual experience that happens in one sexual act.
