This book grew out of an incident in which a married man in his middle forties wrote to me outlining a major problem that had surfaced in his life.
The man, a mechanic in a large Midwestern town, had been faithful to his wife from the time of their marriage better than twenty years earlier. In the interim he and his wife had raised a family of three sons and two daughters. Though not rich, the man held a responsible position as a chief mechanic at one of the city's largest automotive agencies. He maintained varied interests, enjoying television, films and sports. On the surface one would have thought that everything, or practically everything, was all right.
But lurking beneath the surface in this apparently placid setting was a terrible tempest. The most graphic way of illustrating how this man's life was affected would be to print segments from a letter that he wrote to me, the first of several. After beginning by relating the broad details of his life, which I presented above, he got down to the nitty-gritty, outlining in explicit terms what was troubling him:
"My life began changing when a gorgeous young brunette girl of fifteen moved in next door to us. The kid lived alone with her mother, a divorcee. Not only did the mother work. She spent a lot of time after work with men at bars. She brought a lot of them home. My wife began telling me what a terrible influence this girl's mother was on her.
"You know, my wife went on so much about it that I responded to the cue. I started taking the girl out to movies with my own family. At first I started to think of her as a daughter.
"Then one day it dawned on me that the girl wasn't my daughter and that the feeling I had for her weren't the kind that a guy was supposed to have either for his daughter or other girls that much younger than himself."
After corresponding with this distraught man for several months by letter, each one of which grew more desperate in tone, I decided that I just had to go see him.
He agreed to meet with me after work at my hotel suite. I taped my conversations with him, which took place for a two week period. He concocted a story for his wife's benefit about having to attend class in line with his work, which he often did, which made things appear plausible. That way he felt more at ease about staying for longer periods of time than he would otherwise have been able to do.
In the interests of preserving the story's main thrust in its entirety, I will not elaborate anymore at this point relating to it, except to add a few pertinent generalizations that apply to all five of the case studies encompassed within this book. It would have to be said that the man, whose entire story will be told in case one, ran the full gamut of emotions in his relationship with the nubile, mature girl of fifteen. At times he would feel the joys of carefree youth, while on other occasions he would be jolted back to the harsh realities of the present.
His story served as the catalyst, causing me to embark on a detailed study of "Older Men and High School Girls" in which I interviewed scores of men and numerous girls, from which ultimately, I was able to reduce my material to the five explosive case studies in this volume.
The more people I interviewed, the more sharply the phenomena experienced by the individuals and related to me broke down into common patterns.
For instance, another man I interviewed stated essentially the same thing that the man alluded to earlier did concerning the gamut of emotions through which his life passed.
"One minute I felt like the youngest guy in the world," he recalled wistfully, after which his mood turned suddenly dour. "But then there were other times when I felt like dying. I'd look at myself in the mirror and I'd think I was an old man. Maybe I'm not, but that's exactly how I would feel. I'd think about the fact that I was having an affair with a chick younger than my daughter and it would really start to bug me. A few times I got so depressed that I actually considered killing myself. It got that bad, it really did."
So that the reader does not form any misconceptions concerning the gravity of the overall question of sex between older men and their young high school prey, it would be fitting to focus next on some of the emotions encountered from the female standpoint.
One young girl tearfully told me the following:
"You know, the first time that I banged this guy I really thought that I was accomplishing something. I mean, how mature he was! I'd start comparing him favorably to these punks I'd go to school with. All they knew about life was to get into their souped up jalopies that their daddies were paying for, throw a couple of six-packs of cheap beer into the back seat, then haul ass to the beach with me in the front seat next to them. Sometimes a whole group of us would go. The guys would get swacked and after they worked up enough nerve, they would start getting fresh, playing grab ass with us in the sand and feeling up my knockers. Big deal. But this guy was so mature, so smooth, so suave. I really dug him. For a while everything was uphill in our relationship. Then at some point, it's hard for me to even figure out where, something changed. I could see that we didn't have as much in common as I figured. It frustrated the hell out of both of us."
The phenomenon about which this whole book revolves is pedophilia. It was defined by the eminent psychiatrist Dr. Frank S. Caprio as follows:
" 'Paedophilia' refers to the sexual or erotic love of children. In the field of psycho-sexual pathology it is used to describe that form of compulsive deviation in which an adult engages in sexual contact with a child of either sex. There are many sex offenders who seek sexual gratification by enticing children of various ages to participate in sexual activities involving either fellatio, pederasty, cunnilingus, or fondling of the sexual organs. Most pedophiliacs are men. However, offenders have also been known to exist among women."
The more extensive my research became, the more wrapped up I became in what I was doing. My effort became truly one of great educational magnitude, in which I sought to inform myself satisfactorily concerning trends, then to educate the readers.
When I was winding my way towards the end of my book, I had occasion to discuss it with a writer colleague, who had written two books on the subject of pedophilia.
"Life is full of many mysteries," he told me, "and one of the least defined and most mysterious areas of all relates to the emotional chemistry that occurs between a grown man and a young girl. I have found that the psychical impact often supersedes in importance the realm of the psychical."
My wise friend was correct in his analysis, as he normally is. He was discussing a subject about which he knew a good deal and was gratified that I was tackling it.
My chief regret was that I was not able to include in this volume every interview that I conducted. Although each and every such interview contained something in the way of substantive merit and interest, in the pre-eminent interest of brevity and clarity I was forced to eliminate many interviews while condensing others.
In elaborating, however, on my friend's comment pertaining to the psychical impact of such sex experienced involving teen girls and older men, I recall one conversation I had with a young girl.
"Whatever drew you into having sex with a man better than twice as old as you are?" I asked.
"It was very simple," she replied. "I wanted to experience something I hadn't before. I thought my parents were thinking of me as an immature girl. I didn't like their analysis, so when I saw this older man showing an obvious interest in me at a party, I actually jumped at the chance to have an affair with him."
"Now that you've had the affair do you feel that it was worth the effort?"
"Yes and no. I had some fun, but if I had it to do all over again, I probably would have passed it up. It really wore heavily on my mind. I started feeling guilty about what I was doing. I was trying to spite my folks in the beginning, but I can see it was wrong. I was trying to hide the affair from everybody I knew and did that ever wear on me."
The various behavioral aspects exhibited by the parties involved in the affairs covered in this book will be brought out in full detail. It is to be hoped that the reader's insight into this complex subject matter will be meaningfully enhanced.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Bernard J. is the man who was described in the introduction.
As earlier stated, he was living and working in a large mid-Western city as chief mechanic for a top automotive agency. For years his life appeared to function on an organized, relatively happy plane. Then suddenly it changed.
Following is Bernard's story as told to me:
I can't say that everything was perfect in my life, but it was about as damned close to it, I guess, as you could get. No, I wasn't rich, at least not in any monetary sense, but in other ways I was. My wife was absolutely great and so were my five kids. We were a very closely knit family and on weekends I would take Trudy, that's my wife and the kids out on little excursions.
Just about the time that things were moving so smoothly that I thought they were always going to remain that way, something happened.
This good-looking kid moved in next door to me with her mother. Right off I felt sorry for her, because I noticed that, as beautiful as she was, she had a forlorn look about her. She was hurt and confused. It was no small wonder. Her mother was raising her all by herself She'd gotten a divorce from her husband and was undertaking the job of raising her daughter and doing a pretty lousy job.
The poor girl was alone quite a bit of the time. Her mother naturally had to work, but even when she got off work, instead of coming home and visiting with the daughter and attending to her needs, the mother would go out and drink. She'd truck home sometimes late at night, obviously under the weather, with some guy. There would be different guys moving through there and all this was happening when the poor girl was around.
My wife Trudy and I were coming back from doing the shopping one evening when she marched in with some character. They were both pretty drunk and making quite a bit of noise.
"That woman's a disgrace to the neighborhood," I remember Trudy telling me.
"It really concerns me what's happening to that girl," I shook my head.
"Me, too. That's what I was thinking about. It's just plain awful, that woman going out and getting drunk and leaving that girl there alone so much of the time."
"Of course, she is fifteen years old."
"But that is by no means a woman," Trudy countered. "She certainly looks like one and in many ways acts like one, but that isn't the same as being one. I don't care what people say about the modern generation of children. They too are immature until they get to be a certain age. And at fifteen she could use some more guidance from her mother."
I dropped the subject right then and there, not wanting to say anything more about it. Every time I did see this girl, though, I did my best to be friendly. She was an awfully nice kid and just the kind that you'd expect to find on the cover of some kind of teenage magazine. She had coal-black hair and rich creamy white skin that contrasted beautifully with the coloring of her hair. She had sparkling dark eyes and already possessed beautiful breast measurements. She was something else, this chick.
The more frequently Trudy started talking about Bonnie, the girl next door, the more eager I was to get her off on another subject. She acted like it was her personal responsibility to see that the girl was brought up right. I wanted to kind of shy away from it. It wasn't my responsibility as I saw it. I'd continue speaking to her when I saw her and being friendly like you'd expect a neighbor to be, but without any strings attached.
Then one afternoon as I was driving my wife and the kids back from a movie, Trudy came up with a bright idea.
"You know, it would be nice to take Bonnie out with us sometime," she said. "I saw her sitting in the back yard, just staring sadly into space. Her mother was gone. Out with some drunk, I suppose. That poor girl. I feel so sorry for her. Next time we go somewhere, why don't we at least make arrangements to ask her along."
I paused for a long period of time, then finally agreed. Little did I realize it, but my entire life would change once I would follow through with that commitment.
We began taking Bonnie with us just about everywhere we went. We would take her to movies, to family picnics, the whole works. I remember one afternoon in particular when we took her to a trout fishing stream where we often went. She was clad in a white blouse and red shorts and I never got a hard-on like I did that day. It bugged me, because I kept thinking that maybe Trudy would see it. I would turn my body whenever Trudy was around and I was good and hard. What made it such a frustrating erection was that I couldn't get my rocks off. I kept looking at this gorgeous chick's ass every time that she would bend over and would dream about planting my dick inside her.
I guess I should have been a lot more fearful about what would happen with gorgeous Bonnie than I was. I kind of dismissed that erection, telling myself that it was just a guy responding to a beautiful young girl, that there was no more to it than that. Just because I was attracted to her did not mean that I would actually follow through and have sex with her.
But I was a hell of a lot closer to that possibility than what I was letting on.
One afternoon I decided to stay home and just take care of my car, something I would do on occasion. Trudy would chide me when I would do it, telling me that I just couldn't get away from my job. But I'm the kind of guy who really digs my job. I work as a mechanic and there's nothing I like better than getting in there and working on a car. That particular day I was trying to fix some little thing that had gone wrong with my automobile and there I was in the garage, working away.
I had taken Trudy and the kids over to her sister's a few miles away. They would spend the whole day there. It was getting hot and I was sweating pretty heavily. It was one of those humid days.
Just as I was taking a little break and sipping a can of beer, I heard a friendly voice call out.
"Hello," I immediately recognized the voice as being that of Bonnie.
I jerked my head around quickly, recognizing just how eager I was to get a look at her. She was wearing that same outfit that she had had on the day that we had gone trout fishing. Those tight-fitting shorts. She looked absolutely gorgeous in them. I looked at her creamy legs and brought my eyes upward and got a good glimpse of her solid tits. They really danced out, being firm and beautiful.
I kept thinking that this girl at fifteen was built better than most women ever dreamed of being. It was a good thing that Trudy wasn't jealous of her. She sure as hell could have been, since this kid was built so well. Not only that, but she had the most beautiful pair of dark hypnotic eyes that you could ever find. When she looked at you, she automatically won you over, no matter what you might have been thinking before.
"How's it going?" I asked Bonnie.
"Oh, just fine. I can see you're busy working on your car."
"Yes I am."
"I just got up."
"You slept pretty late, didn't you?"
"My mother had a party over at the house last night. It was impossible for me to sleep. It was just too much noise."
"Oh, is that right? I must have really been sleepy. I didn't hear any of it."
"Well, there's quite a bit of distance separating our two houses. That and the windows were closed. Mom tries not to disturb other people when she's carrying on. But I sure did hear it."
"Sorry you had problems getting to sleep."
"Just one of those things," she shrugged. "Mom's gone again today and I'm over there all by myself Say, when you get through with your work, why don't you take me for a ride. That is, if you're not doing anything else."
"I suppose I could."
"It really would do me a little good. I'd like to get out of the house for a while."
"Gosh, maybe you probably could have gone with Trudy and the kids. They went to see her sister."
"Maybe I could have. Oh well. It would be nice, though, if you could take me for a little ride. Doesn't have to be a long one. It's just that it will perk up my morale. I mean, if you're busy, then no problem. But if you aren't, I'd really like it."
"I'm not that busy at all," I said eagerly. "As a matter of fact, I'm just about done fixing the car. I'll take a quick shower and see you out front here in about twenty minutes. How will that be?"
"That'll be great," Bonnie smiled.
I began realizing just how turned on I was getting to this gorgeous girl when I went into the house and took my shower. My fingers were quivering as I worked the soap around my chest and under my arms. I really did have strong desires for this girl. I kept telling myself that I liked Bonnie just as a friend. More like a daughter than anything else. But down deep I guess I never really believed that.
I took her out in the car and we went for a ride for a few blocks. As I was driving back to the place, she looked at me and smiled.
"You like me quite a bit, don't you, Bernie?"
"Of course I like you. You're a very nice girl."
"I don't mean that way. I mean in another way," Bonnie laughed. "You don't have to try and put me on, Bernie. I know I'm beautiful. I've had enough guys chase after me. But you know. I'm not like my mother. My mother's almost like Will Rogers."
"She's like Will Rogers?"
"Yeah, in a way."
"How do you mean?" I asked, thoroughly perplexed by her response.
"Well, it was Will Rogers who said he never met a man he didn't like. That's just about the way my mother is. She's never met a man she doesn't like. You get what I mean?"
"I get you," I nodded. "But let's not talk about that. I don't want to put your mother down."
"I'm not really saying that to put her down. I'm just saying that with me it's a little different. I don't like just any man. I do kind of like you, though. I've noticed certain things about you. As a matter of fact, I recognize things sometimes a lot quicker than older women do. Like your wife Trudy. I don't think that she ever noticed that huge hard-on you had for me when we went trout fishing that day."
"This conversation is getting awfully personal," I gulped, not knowing what else to say, "we'd better talk about something else, honey."
"Don't try and put me off or put me on," Bonnie laughed. "It's up to you whether you're gonna make a move or not, but I just think that you're a pretty nice guy, Bernie. I'm not gonna say anything more than that."
At that point I decided to say nothing. My mind was spinning crazily. I just didn't know how to react to this beautiful young girl who was sitting next to me.
We didn't exchange another word until I drove the car into my driveway. At that point, after taking out the keys, I looked with intensity into Bonnie's eyes.
At the time I was looking into those eyes, she did something that really turned me on. She began licking her thick red lips. I observed her even white teeth and felt motivated to kiss her.
I slipped my lips forward, allowing them to land with sharp impact against her lips.
While the lips were making brisk contact against each other, I reached out and threw my arms around her body. It felt warm and vibrant as it pressed against mine. I loved the feel of her firm, hot breasts, clutching against mine.
I removed my lips from hers, then decided that I would slip my tongue inside her mouth. So I flipped it forward, allowing it to slide inside her mouth.
Our tongues suddenly began to clash, sweeping brilliantly against each other, slipping back and forth. They penetrated each other with great excitement and all the while the impulses within me became that much more uncontrollable.
When I removed my tongue from Bonnie's mouth, I looked at her and exclaimed:
"Could we go to your place, honey?"
"Sure, we can go anywhere you want."
"Your mother won't be back for a while?"
"She told me she wouldn't be back until pretty late tonight," Bonnie said. "We don't have anything to worry about."
My heart pounded relentlessly as I got out of the car, walking with Bonnie toward the rear door of her house.
She slipped her hand into her purse and pulled out the door key, opening the door. It seemed like it would take forever for her to open the door, even though from the standpoint of actual time not that much elapsed. It's just that when you're as horny as I was, when your balls are tingling that eagerly, you can't wait for anything.
Once we got inside the house, I felt the fervent desire to reach out and kiss Bonnie again. Once more I pressed her body convincingly against my own and as I did I slipped my tongue inside her mouth. Our tongues clashed with great magnificence. This time we let the kiss linger even longer than it had the other time when we were sitting in the car. Back and forth I kept on sharply stabbing my tongue against hers. We made beautiful time together. Bonnie knew just how to manipulate her tongue, keeping perfect time to my movements.
I continued the French kiss until I decided that I just had to remove my tongue from her mouth. I was just too plain excited by it all, so I took my tongue out of her mouth and let my fingers run over the smooth skin of her face.
"I might regret this later, but I desperately want to go to bed with you," I told her.
"Why do you think you'll regret it?"
"You are just a young girl. Heck, I've got a daughter one year older than you."
"Don't worry, honey. You want me. You know you do. You want me real bad. Don't tease yourself. Don't lie to yourself. Let's go into the bedroom."
We walked quickly together toward the bedroom and as we got inside and I closed the door, I threw my arms around Bonnie once more and glided her downward toward the bed.
I kissed her lips once making it a quick kiss, then got up from the bed. My penis was bulging sharply and I just had to get it out of my trousers. I had to give my prick some freedom.
Bonnie lay there on the bed, stretched out and watching every move that I made. I pulled off my shirt with a couple of quick nervous stabs, then undid my trousers, removing them as well.
When I began to tug at my shorts, pulling them down my legs, I observed a bright twinkle surfacing in Bonnie's eyes. She was getting her first look at my hard naked cock.
"That's a nice cock," she sighed. "Ah, I like it."
I threw my naked body into bed with her, delivering a few more forceful kisses to her lips. As I finally removed my lips, I recognized that it was time to undress her. I reached out behind her and began to unbutton her blouse. When I pulled it off and observed her bra, I realized I was that much closer to attaining my final objective. I flipped off the bra with one twist of the fingers, then heaved a loud sigh as I came to grips with her beautiful breasts.
I liked the way they stood out, so firm and proud, so ready for my touch. I reached out and with both hands, let my fingers glide over her breasts and nipples.
"Ah, that's nice, it feels so good to touch your tits," I exclaimed. "I love you, sweetheart. Oh, do I ever love your beautiful body. I've got to touch you."
"Suck on my tits," she cried out. "Go ahead, baby. Bury your tongue on them. Suck them real nice."
I reached down between her breasts, letting my tongue attack the shadowy valley which rested between them.
While my tongue lapped up and down, I reached out and let the fingers of both hands glide eagerly over her tits.
I kept up my firm, steady movements, permitting my fingers to go to work over her tits. While the action was continuing, my heart pounded with great enthusiasm. I realized just how eager I was for some additional action. It was great to suck her tits, but I would be even more eager to whip my cock into action.
After sucking the shadowy valley between her pendulous boobs, I went to work on her left breast, allowing my tongue to dance spryly up and down it. Every time that my tongue came into brisk contact with the firm, creamy skin, I got that much hornier. My cock was standing out like a slab of concrete. It was that damned hard. And on top of that my balls were absolutely scorching, itching like crazy.
I finished sucking her left breast, then moved my tongue over toward the right, repeating the same brisk movements. Back and forth I would let my tongue slide, driving it with great determination as I pushed myself ever closer to an orgasm.
When I reached the point where my balls were acting up so much that I didn't think I could control them any longer, I removed my tongue from her breast. I reached down with my nervous fingers and began to tug at her red shorts.
"Oh, honey, now we're really getting intimate," Bonnie smiled. "Please take off my shorts, honey. Oh, yes, I want you to remove them. Go ahead, baby. Let's go all the way, sweetheart. We'll do anything you want to do. I mean it, honey. If you want to do it, it's fine with me."
I kept on tugging at her shorts until I pulled them off. When I saw that she had on nothing beneath them, my heart really did a few flip-flops. I could see her beautiful pussy, surrounded by shiny black pubic hair.
My first instinct was to want to kiss her snatch, so I plunged my head forward and puckered up, allowing my lips to collide with her mound.
"Ah, you're kissing my cunt," she giggled girlishly, flipping her hips back and forth and making herself that much more enticing a target. "You can do that again, baby. Come on and kiss my pussy. Ah, my pussy is so excited. Yes, baby, oh, just plunge your lips against it. What wonderful sensations."
I wound up kissing Bonnie's cunt about six or eight times in rapid succession. Hell, I can't say exactly how many because I lost track. All I know was that my heart kept thumping wildly and my body trembled while I kissed her cunt. I was getting carried away in a sea of passion.
"Eat me, go ahead, honey. Put your tongue to work on my snatch. Come on and really slide it, baby. Oh, I want you to suck me there. I want you to suck my pussy. Go ahead and suck my snatch. That's what I'd really like. I'd really like some wonderful sensations from your tongue, my dear. Go ahead, darling. Come on and suck my pussy. Oh, yes, please do it for me. I want it. Oh, how I want it. Come on and suck my snatch."
All I had to do was listen to the tone of her voice and I knew how much she wanted to be sucked. She was practically begging me and on top of that I wasn't all that unreceptive in the first place. I wanted to taste her, to slip my tongue into her young slit.
At that point in the action, something really came over me. Here I was, forty-five years old and I was feeling like fifteen myself. I felt like I could conquer the whole world. I had the same kind of damned cock-sure confidence that a person has when he's a little ignorant, the kind of ignorance that you get when you're at a certain age. I had it when I was about Bonnie's age and there it was surfacing again. I felt like nothing in the entire world could conquer me and I wanted to plant my tongue eagerly inside my lover's box.
I worked my fingers up and down her smooth thighs. The longer that I touched them, the harder that my heart pounded. I just had to suck this beautiful young girl, I just had to flip my tongue around inside her box. I was looking forward to gauging her response. I knew she just about would flip out when I planted my tongue against her pussy.
My fingers worked up and down her legs. I loved every bit of intimate body contact that I enjoyed with Bonnie. While my fingers kept sliding against them, I planted my tongue down between her legs and began to let it fly.
Perhaps I should have started out manipulating my tongue a little more slowly. That might have been the way to handle things from the finesse standpoint, but at that point I wasn't in much of a mood for finesse. I was just too plain hot, so I drove my tongue wildly, letting it slide back and forth inside her box.
While I was sucking Bonnie's snatch, I reached out and let my fingers glide up and down her legs. The longer that we made contact, the farther along she got. I could see that it wouldn't take much in the way of sucking on my part in order to bring her off.
While I kept letting my tongue surge and stab inside her mound, I kept up my inspired pace, driving my tongue quickly, pushing her that much closer toward a dramatic climax.
"Keep your tongue planted in my box," she cried out, "Oh, I want it, honey. I want you to suck me off. Keep driving your tongue. Oh, yeah. Come on, let it slide, honey."
I hardly even needed her encouragement. It helped a little, but it couldn't help a lot because I didn't really need a lot of help. All I needed was the chance to keep on slipping my tongue relentlessly inside her mound and I was taking advantage of the situation by driving it back and forth speedily, sliding it inside her snatch.
The longer that I sucked her cunt, the faster that she manipulated her hips, bringing them in a flipping motion from side to side, driving them with great enthusiasm as I continued to pepper her mound with my tongue.
I recognized that I couldn't keep up that kind of pace for very long and that she wouldn't be able to withstand it either. She was just too plain excited by what was happening and I was so carried away with her that I would not let up for one solitary second until her hot pussy juices burst into my mouth.
"Just keep sliding your tongue, oh, keep sucking me," she called out, "drive it, baby. Oh, I'm on fire, my pussy is on fire. You did it with your tongue. You're gonna make me juice. Come on, honey, make me orgasm. Go after my hot load. Yes, oh, I want you to eat me, baby, you've got to eat me."
While I kept up my thorough pussy sucking, I noticed that her body was twisting even faster than before. She would raise it upward ever so slightly every time that I would allow my tongue to dart uncontrollably against her mound.
I had been exercising my fingers on her thighs, working them vigorously around them. I switched my movements abruptly, allowing my fingers to go to work on her ass cheeks. I clutched at her buttocks ever so hungrily, determined to extract every ounce of pleasure that I could from her beautiful body. All the while I kept working on her pussy, driving my tongue against her box, pushing her that much more eagerly toward climax.
"Eat out my pussy lining," she cried out, "just a few more strokes, honey. Keep that tongue buried in my box. Oh, eat me, lover, yes, oh, drive your tongue, Drive that hot, burning tongue into my mound. I'm in flames, lover. My box is in flames. You can tell. Oh, yes you can. I'm getting ready to juice. I'm gonna shoot the juices into your mouth. Oh, you're gonna swallow my hot load. Yes, lover, oh, keep your tongue twisting."
At that point I clutched my fingers more sharply than ever around her ass cheeks. I was clinging to them like I would never let go. I held on for dear life, hanging onto them tightly as my tongue kept winding around her pussy, driving eagerly into her pussy lining, propelling her that much closer to her final objective.
"Ah, I'm there," she exclaimed loudly.
She didn't even need to tell me. I could feel the hot juices spilling eagerly into my mouth. I gulped them down just as quickly as she shot them into me, all the while hanging onto her ass cheeks with both hands.
"Eat me, oh, eat my box, lover, oh, I'm shooting the juices into you," she exclaimed. "Come on, lover. Oh, eat every drop. Go after every drop of my hot load. Oh, baby, lover, you're really giving me a great suck. You're really swallowing my hot stuff. I love it, lover. Oh, honey, this is wonderful. Oh, this is great. Oh, what a pussy licker you are. You're going after every drop. That's the only way to do it. You really did it. Oh, what a wonderful suck."
I stayed with her until the last few droplets of her load had shot from her pussy.
Now that I had succeeded in gobbling up Bonnie's hot juices, I wondered what I ought to do next. My cock was bulging and I wanted to stick it in her. But the more I thought about it, the more fearful I became about the idea of doing that.
I had to bear in mind that she was a young girl. There was always the chance that I could knock her up. It really terrified me. It's tough being caught in a cross-current like that, where your old cock is bulging hard and you want to get your rocks off in the worst way, but you're afraid to do anything about it.
"How much fucking have you done in your life, Bonnie?" I asked.
"A little bit. I had quite an affair with one of my mother's boyfriends."
"Did he do everything to you?"
"Just about. I usually don't like the guys she goes with. Most of them are creeps. But this guy was all right. He had a nice cock on him and he wasn't bad looking. On top of that he was a pretty good guy. You know, my old lady found out about it and she really read him the riot act. I'll tell you why. She kept saying that it was for my welfare, but I know better. What she really was burned up about was that he dug fucking me more than he did her. She got jealous about it."
"So what should we do now? Should I go further with you?"
"I should hope so. Look at how hard your dick is."
"But it bothers me, baby."
"Don't you want to fuck me?"
"Of course I do. I'm dying to do it."
"Then stick your cock in me, honey. There's no need to sit around thinking about it when it's right here. I'll spread my legs for you and give you a good shot at my pussy."
"But you don't understand. The thing that really upsets me is that. I have five kids. I think I have a conscience, too, although by now I'm not really sure. I would hate like hell to corrupt you."
"Don't worry about such silly things," Bonnie laughed, ridiculing my cautioning. "Go ahead and fuck me, darling. I want you to. Stick your dick inside me. Oh, I want it so bad, baby. I really do dig it."
The longer that I looked at her pussy and outstretched legs, the hungrier I became over the possibility of sticking my dick inside her snatch.
"I do want you," I said.
I reached down and ran my fingers up and down her legs. I started with her thighs, then slid my fingers down toward her ankles.
My fingers kept on going to work speedily. The longer I kept up the action, the more eager I became to plunge my prick into her.
As I kept on exercising my fingers over her smooth, warm skin, I felt it was time to plunge my dick into her pussy. So I slammed my cock forward, permitting it to make its first penetration into her mound.
"Keep slamming your cock into me," she called out, "oh, fuck me, drive your prick into me, baby. Stick it inside me. Oh, I like your screwing movements. Do it, baby, oh, you can really fuck me. Keep sending it into my mound."
The longer that my penis continued to plunge into her mound, the more at home I felt fucking her. I kept on slamming my dick relentlessly, driving it deep inside her pussy, plunging that much closer to orgasm.
I liked the way that she was responding to my cock movements. Back and forth she flipped her hips, manipulating them sharply while I kept up my cock stabs. I kept up my bruising attack, slamming my cock into her, moving ever closer to a dramatic climax.
A few sharp strokes later, I found myself on the verge of climax. As I kept on slamming my pecker hard into her mound, she kept on twisting her buttocks. I was going to it in grand style, fucking her, driving my dick into her pussy, moving into the final few strokes of the act.
"I like that," she sighed, "just keep planting your cock into my mound, baby. Oh, what strokes you're giving me. Those are beautiful movements, baby. Oh, how nice, lover, you're there, oh, you're just about there."
After I lunged my cock forward a few more times, I could see that the itchiness in my cock and balls was reaching the uncontrollable point.
As my fingers kept on clutching her legs, holding on tightly to her thighs, the first few droplets of my hot white cum began to shoot from the end of my stick.
I kept on unloading. The hot white orgasmic liquid kept spraying out of my dick, shooting into her mound.
"Oh, I'm juicing, too," she exclaimed. "The stuffing is shooting, baby. Oh, what nice sensations, honey. I'm juicing, lover. Oh, yes, the juices are spraying. This is nice, sweetheart. Oh, yeah, it's good, baby, oh we're shooting together. What beautiful sensations. I love it, honey. I really love those movements."
The juices finally ran their course, spilling out of the end of my pecker until they had been totally eliminated.
When I took a break, lying down next to her in the wake of the act, catching my breath, the full impact of what had happened hit me. I had weakened, going all the way with this beautiful girl. I shouldn't have done it. I did the one thing that I shouldn't have done. I had sex with a young teenager. I had started out by trying to befriend her and had wound up taking advantage of her. Sure, she didn't see it that way, but I sure as hell did. It was only too obvious to me that I had taken undue advantage of her.
I left the house after that, kissing Bonnie on the forehead. She seemed rather pleased by all that had happened, but I wasn't. I kept feeling damned guilty about what had occurred. It bothered me, it really did.
When I left Bonnie's place, I told myself that under no circumstances would I ever weaken in that way. I just couldn't ever risk having sex with her again.
I changed my mind a lot quicker than I would have ever realized, however. Trudy asked her to go to the movies with all of us one afternoon. Just sitting a few seats away from her in the theater and in the car, was enough to get me bent out of shape all over again.
As she got out of the car after we got back home, she whispered in my ear:
"Come and see me some night, darling. I'm usually all alone on Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays. Those are the nights my mother really cuts up in the bars."
I made a mental note of those evenings, even though I was trying to tell myself that I would never take advantage of her offer.
Several days later my wife had to go to a meeting at school. I should have gone along with her, but I told her I had to stay late on the job. It was a damned lie, it really was.
I drove back home. I knew that the kids would be all out at that time. I went next door, walking to the rear entrance of the house. I knocked on the door and a few seconds later Bonnie was standing before me.
"Hi, honey. How's everything going with you?"
"Listen, I think it's too risky for us to meet here. I want you to meet me at a motel two blocks away. Do you know the one I'm talking about?"
"The one across the street from the gas station?"
"That's right."
"Sure, I walk by there on my way home from school."
"My kids will all be home pretty soon. A couple of them are studying at the library and the others are out doing various things. My wife is gone, so this is a perfect opportunity. I'll tell you what. I'll drive there. I'll park my car in the driveway. You walk there, honey. Do you hear me?"
"I'll do anything to get a nice fuck like last time," Bonnie chuckled.
I still felt as guilty as hell as I got into my car and drove toward the motel. But as guilty as I felt, it didn't alter the fact that my cock was as hard as a damned board. I just had to get it off as soon as possible.
I sat pensively in the car, awaiting Bonnie's arrival. When she did show, I took her to the room that I had paid for.
We undressed quickly in the darkness. I kept looking over at her beautiful body as she kept stripping off her clothes. My cock remained hard. I was dying to stick my pecker into her once again.
Once that we both stripped clean, we had some catching up to do. We wanted to put ourselves in the same beautiful state we had been in when we fucked the first time. We rolled around in the bed and all the while I was sticking my tongue inside her mouth, permitting it to thrust eagerly against her tongue.
When I removed my tongue from her mouth, I was set to move on to another phase of the action. I wanted her to give me some beautiful sensations.
I was thinking of fucking her pussy once again. After all, our first fuck had been highly successful. She had a nice tight snatch and it had been beautiful just sticking my cock into it.
But Bonnie had other ideas. The next thing I knew she was reaching out with the fingers of both hands, letting them maneuver up and down my long rod. Up and down she pumped like mad, getting me agitated from head to toe. My old cock and balls were itching and the longer that she worked her fingers up and down my hard dick, the better that I felt about what was happening. I always lost my guilt feelings during the course of the act itself. It was only before and after that I'd suffer about what was going to happen or had happened.
"I'm gonna suck your long prick," she told me. "You've got a nice pecker, honey. Just perfect for sucking."
"You do just about everything."
"I got myself quite a course in sex education and I never even had to go near a classroom," she laughed.
"All I had to do was watch my old lady. When I'd hear her in the bedroom with some guy, I'd just tiptoe down the hall and watch. I sure learned one hell of a lot about sex from watching her in action. I'll say one thing about her. There might be certain things about her that I don't like, but she sure does know how to fuck. She taught me everything I know."
I was flabbergasted at hearing Bonnie talk about her own mother in such a way. She reached down and toyed with my balls, letting her fingers clutch at them with great desire. While she toyed with my testicles, she reached out and let her tongue begin to maneuver around the tip of my cock.
She tickled my prick with her slow, rhythmic movements. She kept them up for a few minutes, then began to extend her movements, driving her tongue lengthily up and down the full length of my stick.
"Eat my prick," I called out, "oh, do I ever need your suck, lover. I need it so bad. Come on, baby, oh, drive your tongue. Drive it against my rod. Come on and eat cock, baby."
I was all turned on and bent out of shape. This gorgeous little chick was giving me a cock suck like nothing I'd ever had. My wife had hang-ups about sucking cock. It was something she just generally didn't want to do. But here was Bonnie doing it for me eagerly. She kept on plunging her tongue up and down my steely rod, moving me ever closer to a devastating climax.
"Suck me, oh, suck me, baby," I called out desperately. "Drive your tongue, lover. Oh, keep it going, sweetheart, oh, what tongue action."
While Bonnie kept on manipulating her tongue up and down my pecker, I reached out and ran my fingers through her hair. She was driving me wild, propelling me that much closer to orgasm.
A few hot tongue jolts later, I was transported into a state of passionate and helpless desire. I just had to release my juices. I had to spill them into her mouth.
"Keep eating me," I gasped, "oh, come on, eat me, baby. Suck my hot dick. Oh, lover, come on and eat me. Eat my pecker. Suck me off, darling. Oh, yes, come on and suck me off."
A few hot sucks later, I was unable to withstand the pace. The hot juices began to spurt from the end of my joy stick.
"Eat it, eat every drop," I called out.
Whereas my wife had quite a few sex hangups, I could see that this gorgeous chick didn't have any. She would go down on my cock and suck it to climax without batting an eye.
She kept on slurping my cock juice, swallowing every droplet as the juices kept spilling from my prick and into her mouth.
She sucked out every last drop, then removed her tongue. I liked the little gleam she had in her eyes.
"The better acquainted we get," she told me, "the better the fucks we both get. Isn't that right?"
"Whatever you say," I sighed.
She had me under her spell all right and that's where I stayed. I've tried to give her up several times and one time I actually told her that we shouldn't see each other again.
She burst into tears and the next thing I knew I was throwing my arms around her. I guess you can easily figure out what happened after that. Sure, we fucked again.
SUMMARY
My lengthy sessions with Bernard were anything but simple. At times he would break down in tears, crying like a newly born babe, letting me know just how disloyal he considered himself to be.
He kept telling me that he definitely wanted to stop having sex with Bonnie, but that his will power had ceased to function. There was no way of controlling his impulses where she was concerned.
I kept interrogating him, seeking to learn all that I could about him, determined to help him in every way that I could.
"What has your relationship with your wife been like over the course of the last few years?" I asked Bernie a trigger question.
"It's been fine," he replied. "She's a wonderful woman, the best woman I've ever known. A great person."
"I'm not trying to taunt you, Bernie, but I must say that you haven't really answered my question. I want to know how the marriage has been. By that I mean how have you been sexually communicating with her?"
"Let's not go into that," he said tightly.
"But that's the very thing that I feel we need to go into. You've got to level with me and tell me exactly what's happening, Bernie. If you don't then there's really no way of me providing you with the kind of meaningful assistance that you need."
"I really hate to talk about it. You see, I have tremendous respect for my wife. More respect than I've ever had for anybody. But as far as sex goes between us, a few years ago, after our youngest child was born, my wife's interest in sex just seemed to tail off."
"Then that's probably one of the basic reasons why you were so vulnerable when it came to Bonnie. You see, even though she is a beautiful girl, if you had been getting sex on a regular basis with your wife, if you'd been getting the proper satisfaction there, if that had been happening you probably wouldn't have felt the same dire necessity that you did when it came to wanting to have sex with the beautiful young girl Bonnie."
"I don't know. Maybe you're right. But I shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have ever let my guard down. Now I can't seem to, put my guard up."
"I think you might be able to, provided that you're willing to take a few steps in the right direction."
"What kind of steps are you talking about?" he asked with bafflement.
"How about suggesting a second honeymoon to your wife? Do you see her much lately? I mean along."
"Hell, in a houseful of five kids, what do you expect? Of course I don't see her much alone."
"That's the very thing that I was afraid of," I told him. "You're going to have to make a concerted effort to get to know her all over again. Call it a second courting period, if you like."
"A second courting period?"
"I mentioned taking her on a second honeymoon. I think that's important. Very often in marital situations, particularly when a lot of children are involved, the wife and husband will kind of lose contact with each other. There's so much communicating to be done with the kids. The wife in particular gets caught up in that type of situation and that's the extent of it. She stops communicating that much with her husband. You've got to get her out of that setting. You ought to take her out at least one night a week. Take her out to dinner. Then it wouldn't be a bad idea at all to suggest taking her to a motel. Instead of meeting the beautiful young girl from next door in a motel, you ought to start taking your wife to one."
"Do you really think I ought to go that route?"
"I think that's the best way of solving your problem."
"You don't know how depressed I've been. I've even thought of suicide at times. And what's really terrible is that I can't confide in anybody. That's why I wrote to 'you. You are a writer in the sex field. You try and help people. I need the help, believe me I do."
"Then I'd just try out my game plan. It isn't going to cost you anything except a few bucks. You can start out with the dinners and if everything goes right then, at that point I would suggest that you take her on a trip."
"All right, I'll do that," he nodded.
It was the last conversation I had with him. The next morning I flew back to the West Coast.
I asked Bernard to call me on the telephone collect when he had something further to discuss with me.
About one month from the time that I had visited him in his home town, Bernard called me one afternoon. He said that he was on his last break of the day and he wanted to let me know how everything was happening.
Much to my great satisfaction, Bernard was overjoyed with the way things were occurring. He told me that everything looked good at that point and that more than likely he would be taking a trip with his wife soon.
"Have you broken off the affair with Bonnie?" I asked.
"You were right. I've been communicating a lot better with my wife, both in bed and out," Bernard said. "That's made all the difference in the world, I don't feel that crying urge that I used to have. I'm calming down a lot more now. Bonnie even understands it. I'm glad she does. It would have driven me mad to have continued the affair. It just wouldn't have been right. For either of us."
I felt a great measure of satisfaction when I heard Bernard make those revelations. It showed that his life was back on the right track.
The subject of Case Two, Shirley, was completely different from that of Bernard J. In the case of Shirley, she did not have any guilt feelings in the beginning. They did not surface until a lot later, when she recognized the true dimensions of the sex experience she encountered.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Shirley T. possessed a radiant confidence that made her appear a good deal older than her actual seventeen years.
In addition to her mature manner, she possessed stunning blonde hair, beautiful sea-blue eyes and a dazzling figure which included a pair of huge but firm breasts.
Although she talked easily at first, the more she got into her story, the more uncomfortable she became. I observed her expressions changing many times as she got into the crucial elements of her story.
Shirley's interesting story follows as told in her own words:
I'm not usually the type of person who reacts to somebody's dares. But this was something different. As a matter of fact, the dare that my girl friend Pam threw my way really intrigued me.
One night we went out on a double blind date with two guys. It had been arranged by a girl friend of ours. Pam is a brunette and we're probably the two choicest knockouts in the whole school. But we get tired of some of the same action, you know, going out with the same guys and all. A lot of them are boring and keep coming up with the same small talk. Some of them we'll put out for and others we won't.
So when we went out with these two guys, college freshmen from a school across town, we were pretty happy.
That was before we met them. We found out early enough that they were intellectual types. They were the kind of guys who had their heads strictly in the clouds. They weren't even the least bit fun. Pam complained of a headache and said she had to get home as soon as possible. I picked up on that cue, telling them that I'd like to get back too as soon as possible.
They were so naive that I don't think they even got the point. We wanted to be rid of them and that was that.
When we got back to Pam's house, I got out with her.
"I'll look after her for a little while," I looked at them and smiled.
They looked at each other in bewilderment, shrugged their shoulders, then left us standing there at the curb.
"I'm sure happy to be rid of those creeps," Pam shook her head, showing her disgust as she contorted her face.
"So am I. That was clever of you to come up with that nice excuse. I didn't want to have anything to do with them either."
"I'll tell you what. I'll fix us a couple of Martinis."
"That's pretty daring. Isn't your father there?"
"No, he's working late at the office tonight," Pam told me.
"I'll tell you something. He's a whole lot more interesting man than those two guys tonight. I could dig him before I could dig them."
"I think he could dig you too," Pam laughed. "As a matter of fact, I'll just bet that if you tried hard enough, maybe you could get him to go to bed with you."
"You've got to be crazy. You're talking about your father, Pam."
By that time we were in the house. I was sitting in the kitchen, waiting for Pam to finish making the drinks.
"Well, you didn't take my suggestion seriously," Pam said.
"Which suggestion was that?"
"About putting the make on my old man."
"You surely didn't mean that."
"No, I think it would be a good idea. As a matter of fact, I dare you to do it."
"You're absolutely nuts. You're supposed to be talking like that after you've had about five Martinis, not while you're making the first one."
"I've never been more serious in my life. I always did want to see my old man make it with a beautiful young chick. You know, somebody about my age. I don't think he'd ever consider doing it with his own daughter, even though I wouldn't mind it. But he probably would consider doing it with you. You have to loosen him up and do everything just right, but you'd get him to fuck you. Sure you would."
"You're crazy. He'd never do it. He'd never make it with somebody my age."
"Just take a look at yourself in the mirror sometime, honey. You've got a body that most women just dream about having. I don't mean chicks of seventeen like us. I mean chicks of any age."
"I know I'm good looking enough," I said. "I'd have to be a fool not to realize it. I've had enough guys chase me. But doing it with your dad. How old is he?"
"He's forty-seven."
"He doesn't look it."
"Of course he doesn't. He's been athletic all his life. He skis, golf's, plays tennis. When he was in college he played football."
"Did he really?"
"Yes, he's very proud of that. He was an all-conference fullback. When he has a few drinks, he's willing to go on and on talking about his football days."
"I still can hardly believe what you're suggesting. You actually want me to try and go to bed with him?"
"Of course I do. I dare you to do it."
"I won't," I said.
"Come on, don't turn chicken shit on me," Pam laughed, teasing me. "Try it just once, baby."
"When should I try it?"
"He'll be home from the office in a few minutes He had to talk with some clients. Just wait. You'll have a good chance to try and put the make on him then."
"Right here in front of you?"
"Why not? We might as well go all the way. I mean really live dangerously. Besides, he's been concentrating too much on work lately anyway."
I thought about what she was proposing. Her father Clyde was a handsome fellow who did keep his body in excellent condition. He was a divorcee and his oldest son was already married and living in another city. He was taking care of his daughter all by himself I had always admired him and I'll admit it, there was even a certain sexual attraction for him. But not the kind that would make me want to put the make on him. I would stifle my urges rather than do that. It just wouldn't have been right as I thought.
But the thing that I had always been thinking about was that it would be like taking advantage of a good friend. Pam, I figured, would hit the ceiling at the prospect of me doing anything like that. On top of that I wouldn't have wanted to mess with her old man's mind. But here she was, giving me the go-ahead. I could hardly believe it.
We had several Martinis and got in a giggly mood. We sat on the sofa.
"You know, you look so gorgeous I'd like to eat you," Pam told me.
"Let's not do that now, not with your father due home," I said.
I guess at this point I ought to elaborate a little on my relationship with Pam. I mentioned that we were close friends. Well, very close or intimate would I guess be a better way of putting it.
We dug each other quite a bit. As a matter of fact, she remains the only chick that I ever had sex with, even though a lot of the girls at school have the hots for me since I've got such a beautiful face and body. But since I figured she was the cutest chick in the school, right along with me because I'm about as good looking as she is, I wanted to do it with her.
At first it was really something of a novelty. I'd never had sex with a chick before, but I'd heard from some other chicks I knew just how much fun it could be. So we started out with some brisk kissing and things of that sort. We soon gravitated into oral sex. We'd do a great job of going down on each other, supplying each other with all kinds of groovy thrills.
That's the way that things were with us. We really got to the point where we enjoyed each other. But I sure as hell didn't want to have sex with her right then and there, what with her telling me her dad would be home soon. It had been on my mind, though, when I got out of the car with those two creeps we had the date with. I was thinking about sticking my tongue in her slit and having her do the same thing to me.
After the drinks, we got a little tipsy and we began fooling around on the sofa.
"Remember, I don't want to go too far with you," I told her. "Your dad will be home soon."
"I can still play with your tits and kiss you," she told me.
She reached inside my blouse and let her fingers slide inside my bra. She clutched at my breasts and nipples, playing with them beautifully while she kept on kissing my lips.
Pretty soon horny Pam slipped her tongue inside my mouth, letting it splash back and forth against my tongue. We made some beautiful sensations, the kind I really dig.
All the while my cunt started aching for sex. I knew that I couldn't fool around with Pam for very long without getting good and hot. I reached inside her dress and began to play with her tits. All the while we allowed our tongues to wrap around each other, meshing and twisting beautifully as the action continued.
When I released my tongue from her mouth, I exclaimed:
"Let's stop, baby. I don't want to get any more carried away."
"We won't. We'll just have ourselves a little more fun this way."
"But if you get me any hotter I'm gonna have to go down on you. That and you're gonna have to go down on me. There's just no other way when I get that excited."
"Don't worry about a thing, baby. Let's just let ourselves go and have a little fun."
Letting myself go was just the thing I didn't want to do. I decided that that would be a real no-no, what with her dad expected home and all.
But Pam wasn't about to take no for an answer. The next thing I knew she was slipping her tongue inside my mouth once more. This time when her fingers were clutching at my tits, she was working them a lot faster than before. I naturally picked up the cue and returned the action, allowing my fingers to toy with her breasts at the same time.
We kept on with our finger and tongue maneuvering, keeping things going for the next few minutes. When I removed my tongue from her mouth, I was so hot that I wanted to remove her dress and stick my tongue into her love gash.
"You've really put me in a state of torture now," I said.
"But we can't follow through, just like you said," Pam smiled. "Remember, my dad's gonna be home any minute."
It wasn't until then that her strategy dawned on me. I felt like kicking myself for being that stupid. After all, was she trying anything all that subtle? Not really. What she was doing was trying to get me all worked up, but not giving me any release. She was cunt-teasing me just like I had seen her cock-tease certain guys at school.
But her reasons for doing it with me were a whole lot different than what she did with the guys at school. What she was seeking to do was to get me extra hot and bothered. After she had succeeded beautifully in that respect, she would make me just hang on until the old man got home.
"You are pretty horny," she smiled. "When your cheeks get nice and red that way, I always know you're ready for sex."
"That's what clues you in?"
"That and a few other things," she laughed. "For instance, you have a wilder expression in your eyes. One of these devil-may-care looks. I love seeing them because it means generally that I'm gonna get some action. But I'll tell you something, darling. We don't want my old man seeing us making it in bed or on the rug, but I sure would like to see you make it with him. I dare you once again to put the make on him."
"I really think you're crazy. He is a handsome guy, but I am afraid. He might get angry. He might try and break up our friendship."
"Nobody can do that, honey, not even him," Pam said as she reached out and ran her fingers against my right thigh.
"I appreciate that, but I hate to take the chance."
"I'll fix him a couple of drinks. That ought to get him good and ready."
Two minutes later Clyde walked in the door. He looked a little tired and his tie was loosened at the collar. But otherwise he looked very handsome.
"Hello, girls," he said, waving to us wearily.
"You look tired, dad. Didn't you have dinner?" his daughter Pam asked.
"Yes, I had dinner. I've just had a long meeting with some clients. It was pretty rough."
"I guess being a lawyer sometimes isn't what it's all cracked up to be," I said.
"It can be challenging, but also highly demanding," he shrugged philosophically, sitting down on the sofa. "You know, I get the feeling you girls have been doing some drinking. I can smell the alcohol and you both look a little on the giddy side."
"We had a little," Pam laughed.
"Haven't I warned you enough about that?" Clyde looked at his daughter sternly.
"We watch it," Pam chuckled. "We don't go overboard, dad. How about me fixing you a Vodka gimlet?"
"Imagine, my own daughter is turning into a bartender," Clyde looked at me and grinned.
At that point I guess I developed enough in the way of reckless enthusiasm to go out and try to impress Clyde. Maybe at that point I was actually thinking of seducing him. I don't know. I do know, though, that I kicked off my shoes and let my skirt move up a couple of inches, giving him a good look at my thighs and ankles. I did it while he had his head turned, but when he flipped it back he quickly got the point. I must say that he looked at my legs for quite a little while, studying them carefully.
"You're a very lovely girl, Shirley," he told me. "If I sound a little too protective toward Pam and even toward you, it's because I think a lot of both you gals. When girls are as beautiful and well developed as you two .are, it does pose some problems. You could easily get mixed up with the wrong kind of men for one thing. You don't want to do that, do you?"
"Absolutely not," I replied. "I want the right kind of man, Clyde. As a matter of fact, I don't go for most of those silly guys at school. They're just too young."
"They are in your age category," Clyde replied.
At that point Pam returned with a drink for her father.
"I didn't think we needed another one right now, Shirley," she looked at me and winked.
"I suppose you're right."
"I'd take it away from you girls anyway," Clyde smiled, but his tone remained firm, letting us both know that he did mean business. "But anyway, thank you Miss Bartender, for getting me the drink."
"You're welcome," Pam replied, sitting down on a chair across from us on the sofa.
Suddenly I began feeling agitated by the fact that I was sitting next to Clyde. The longer I looked at him, the more attracted toward him I became. But I still couldn't help but wonder if I would be making a terrible mistake if I actually did try and put the make on him as Pam wanted me to do.
While Clyde was sitting there enjoying his drink, Pam decided to assume leadership in the conversation.
"You know, dad, Shirley's leveling with you," Pam said. "I heard what she said about liking more mature men. She does think those guys at school are too immature."
"But don't you make your contacts at your own age level?"
"Not completely," Pam said. "I'll bet she'd go for a boy like you a lot more than she would some guy at school."
At that point I could have belted her, even if Pam was my best friend. That embarrassed the hell out of me, having her come on that strong on my behalf. She was a real schemer all right. I always suspected too that she liked sex from the voyeur's stand point even more than she liked it as an actual participant. I remembered how turned on she would get at wild parties watching other couples make it. I could see that she meant business. She was going to prompt like hell until I would up in bed with her old man.
"I don't think you ought to be talking that way," Clyde said sternly. "What's gotten in to you, young lady?"
"She's just telling the truth," I found myself blurting out, my heart pounding as I spoke. "I do like you Clyde."
"Of course she does," Pam laughed. "Let me get you another drink, dad."
As I think back on the whole thing, it was a pretty disgraceful exhibition. When Pam vanished into the kitchen where she fixed her father another drink, I decided I would go even a little further than before. I pulled my skirt up another couple of inches, giving Clyde a perfect look at my lovely thighs. On top of that I crossed my legs. He could even see my panties from the angle in which I was sitting.
"You are a very desirable woman," he gulped quickly, looking away. "You shouldn't show yourself like that."
"I'm with friends," I chuckled.
The more that he drank, the more inclined Clyde was to let his guard down. I kept edging ever closer toward him on the sofa. I started looking down between his legs, observing the huge bulge in his crotch. I could see that he was fighting quite a battle. One side of him wanted to have sex with me, but the other was afraid to.
After he'd had about four drinks, Pam exclaimed:
"Why don't you give my dad a big kiss, Shirley."
"That isn't a bad idea," I replied.
At that point I slipped my tongue inside Clyde's mouth. Back and forth I plunged it and as I did I ran my fingers through his hair.
At first he made an effort to fight me off, but it was a pretty feeble one. I knew damned well and he knew it too that we wanted each other.
Once that I released my tongue from Clyde's mouth, I threw my body down on the rug. As I remained perched on my knees, my anxious body trembling, I unzipped his trousers and pulled out his long bulging rod.
"Try and tell me that you're not hot for her, dad," Pam laughed. "A hard cock never lies."
He lay back and gasped, hardly able to say anything as I reached out and applied my fingers vigorously to his hot cock. I exercised the fingers of my right hand over his balls and the left hand over his cock.
I really smothered the tip of his long dick, permitting my fingers to fly furiously over it. I kept up my resolute pumping, moving my fingers with sheer determination, desirous of first getting him good and excited, then sucking him to climax.
"Oh, you should let me go, I can't carry this any further," he gasped.
"It would be cruel to stop now," I replied. "I need you and you need me. No, baby. I want your cock. I'm gonna suck it. I'm gonna swallow every drop of your hot juices."
He was overcome with excitement as I whipped my tongue into action, sliding it up and down his bulging stick. After a while he was able to adjust himself to what was happening. He no longer protested.
"What a cock licker you are," he sighed. "Oh, you're better than my ex-secretary. Yes, I thought she was good, but you're better. Boy, oh, is your tongue ever moving. Keep it sliding over my dick, honey. Oh, yes, move it fast, baby. Suck me off. Slide your tongue over my hot stick. Eat me, eat my hot, bulging dick. Eat it until I juice. Oh, go after every drop of the hot stuff, baby. I need you to swallow it, oh, honey, I need for you to swallow every drop."
He ran his fingers, soothingly through my hair and all the while I kept on peppering his hot dick with my tongue. As for Pam, I was really astounded by the way she was reacting. At first she just bounced around in her chair, moving her beautiful hips back and forth. But pretty soon she got up from the chair and began undressing.
Her dad was so carried away getting his cock sucked by me that it didn't even bother him to observe his own daughter stripping in front of him. Pretty soon Pam was down to her panties, after which she tossed them off. She rolled over on her back, flipping her body back and forth as she slipped her fingers into her slit.
Pam worked her fingers vigorously against her mound. She was masturbating quicker than I'd ever seen her do it. I remembered all the times that she teased the guys at parties by playing with herself, getting them so steamed up that they would do the same thing, pumping on their peckers until they juiced.
While I kept my tongue moving furiously over my lover's dick, I played with his balls. I really tugged at them, pushing him that much closer, driving my tongue against his hard rock-like dick and pushing him that much closer to climax.
"Eat it, eat my cock, oh, swallow my juice," he cried out. "Come on, baby, oh, swallow the hot stuff. Eat it. Oh, come on and eat it."
He heaved a loud sigh several moments later. I could tell from the way that his body was jerking back and forth just how close he was to unleashing his dick juices into my mouth.
While my fingers kept on maneuvering over his balls, the hot white jism was dispelled from the end of his, dick flying furiously into my mouth.
"Take it all in," he gasped, "I want you to eat it, darling. Oh, swallow every drop of the stuff, baby. I need it so bad. Oh, do I ever need it. I need you to suck every drop of it out of there, darling. Oh, eat my dick, oh, eat my cock."
About the time that I finished gulping down his sperm, Pam had climaxed on the rug.
"Ah, it's great watching that stuff," she sighed, "it's beautiful."
Clyde was so overcome by all that was happening that he just sat there dumbfoundedly, watching his daughter as she flipped her buttocks back and forth.
When we finished the act, I reached out and grabbed Clyde's hand.
"Let's go into the bedroom, honey, you can juice again," I encouraged.
"Yes, with you I can," he smiled.
We walked into the bedroom, with Pam trailing just a step behind.
She watched with great satisfaction as her father quickly removed his clothes. While he was undressing, I did the same thing, quickly taking off my blouse, then my skirt.
"You do have a beautiful body," he sighed with admiration. I've got to fuck you. Oh, look at it, honey, my cock hasn't gone down at all. This is the first time in a long spell that I've been that virile."
"You just haven't been around the right girl before," Pam asserted. "This gorgeous chick is your style. I knew she would be, dad. She's got more class than the other chicks you've been balling with."
"You're right, Pam," Clyde nodded. "She's got loads of class. On top of that, she's a real, high voltage chick. She really puts out in bed."
"I love hearing such nice compliments," I laughed.
I threw my body into bed, stretching it just right, then allowing my legs to part.
"Come on and fuck me, darling," I exclaimed. "I want to taste you first," he said. "I'll tell you what, dear. While I'm eating your pussy, I wish you would reach out and play with my dick. You can give me a lot of sensations that way. How would that be, honey?"
"I think that that would be beautiful," I smiled.
A few moments later I reached out and began pumping up and down once more on Clyde's dick. He didn't really need that much encouragement there, since, as he had said, his cock had gone down very little.
At any rate I was pumping resolutely, moving my fingers up and down his spear and as I did so, he worked his tongue against my mound. He slit it ever so slowly against my slit at first, making me tingle.
"Oh, my cunt really itches," I exclaimed. "You really know how to wield your tongue, baby. Ah, that's nice action Keep your tongue working, darling. Ah, keep moving it, baby. Drive it hard and fast. I want you to make me juice, sweetheart. Oh, keep the action going. Suck my mound, baby. Oh, eat me, darling, come on and eat my pussy, Eat it, darling, oh, baby, come on and suck it. Oh, suck every drop of the stuff from me."
As his tongue movements became more brisk than before, I reached out with my right hand and worked my fingers that much more sharply against his cock. I could easily see that the more quickly my fingers moved over his penis, the better that he liked the action and the quicker that he moved his tongue over my mound.
He was letting his tongue plunge unrestrainedly against my pussy, sliding it vigorously, propelling it forward as he moved it inside my snatch.
A few strokes later I was on the verge of shooting. He drove his tongue ever deeper into my pit, hungry for my juices, looking forward to the moment that I would spill them into his mouth.
All the while I kept up my finger movements, driving my fingers quickly against his cock. I kept on pumping and as I did, Pam was sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling, looking as appealing as ever.
"Go ahead, bust him in the mouth, baby, let your juices spray into my old man's mouth," Pam laughed. "I knew you two would be great. I knew you'd be a perfect team. What a suck. Keep driving your tongue, dad, keep it in her hot box. Slide it around, baby. Oh, eat her, eat her."
A few scorching finger stabs later, I had him so aroused that his tongue was splashing more eagerly than ever against my pussy.
I couldn't hold out any longer. The juices sprayed from my mound and into his waiting mouth. It felt great to let them shoot into him.
"Eat her, gobble down every drop, come on, dad, eat her cunt," Pam said.
Clyde remained with his tongue probing my mound until he had satisfied himself by receiving every droplet that spilled from my pussy.
When he removed his tongue from my snatch, his cock was in such a state of high anxiety that he knew he had to get it off.
"I want inside your mound," he said. "I've got to fuck you, my sweet. I've got to plunge my dick into your pussy."
He moved his cock forward brilliantly, reaching out and clutching at my legs. While his fingers held ever so tenaciously my thighs, clutching them feverishly, he sent his cock into motion.
I liked the way that he was manipulating his hips, flipping them back and forth ever so seductively as he plunged his pecker ever deeper into my mound.
"That's what I like," he sighed. "Oh, what a pussy you've got, baby. I love fucking it. Oh, darling, baby, what a screw. Oh, this is magnificent. It's wonderful, honey. I love sticking my pecker into it. Oh, what a snatch you have. Tighten your cunt muscles. Oh, that's it. The more you tighten them the better the fuck I'm going to get."
Clyde knew exactly what he was talking about and I wasn't about to do anything to disappoint him in any way. I tightened my cunt muscles, making myself as enticing a physical target as possible. I flipped my cute little ass cheeks back and forth, exercising just the right kind of rhythm, making him ever hotter with every succeeding second.
"Send it into me," I gasped, "fuck me with your hard cock. Oh, keep plunging it, lover. Oh, drive it hard, baby. Yes, keep fucking me, sweetheart. Oh, plant your hot dick in my mound. Really plant it, baby. I Jove it, honey. I love the fuck you're giving me."
As Clyde moved ever closer to climax, he slipped his tongue inside my mouth. He wanted to get some extra action going and figured that by French kissing me he would get that much more turned on.
He was absolutely right. He let his tongue dance spryly against mine, arid all the while he kept sending his stick probing ever deeper into my mound.
"Keep fucking her," Pam called out, "oh, you two look so damned sexy. Unload your juices in her mound, dad. Come on, honey. Really let it all hang out. Fuck her, dad, come on and fuck her."
Clyde kept up his scorching pace for a few more minutes. At that point the hot white juices thundered out of the end of his prick.
It felt great to feel those hot droplets of sperm spilling into my mound. He removed his tongue from my mouth, clutching at my ass cheeks with his fingers.
"Oh, what a fuck that was," he sighed. "Oh, I feel like sleeping. Damned, oh, I put everything into that one."
"You really did and you did a beautiful job," I said.
"Could you move off of the bed for a little bit, dad?" Pam said.
"Why do you want me to do that?"
"I've got a surprise, something I want to show you," Pam winked.
Clyde got up from the bed and Pam moved toward it quickly, throwing herself into it.
She stretched out on her back, reaching down with her right hand and letting her fingers probe against her pussy.
I could see immediately what she was up to. She wanted some action from me. She knew how vulnerable I was whenever she would play with her mound. I dug her so much that I always wanted to go down on her when she did something like that that would really turn me on.
"Suck my snatch," Pam said.
Clyde's mouth was hanging open. He could hardly believe what he was seeing.
If I had had some time to think about what I was doing, I never would have had sex with her at that time. But by that time I was so turned on that there was no holding me back. When I saw that beautiful smooth satiny skin in front of me and watched her manipulating her fingers over her already moist pussy, I knew that I had to have her.
She spread her legs ever so slightly, giving me plenty of room to slip my head in between them. I splashed my tongue against her mound and as I did so she let her legs push in. She allowed them to brush against both sides of my head while my tongue was buried in her snatch. I liked the additional contact, which made me that much more excited as I kept up my hot, plunging stabs inside her mound.
"Eat me," she called out, "drive your tongue inside my snatch. Oh, honey, lover, keep your tongue sliding. Oh, eat me, baby."
Pam was extra horny. She had observed a lot of hot fucking and now she figured it was her turn. She wanted me to suck out every droplet of hot juice from her snatch.
She kept on manipulating her butt back and forth, doing everything that she knew how to get me steamed up. It wasn't really hard. I'd been hot for her even prior to the time that I had begun slipping my tongue inside her snatch. But now it was really something. I was peppering her eagerly with my tongue, driving her that much closer to climax.
Every now and then I would look over at Clyde. He was standing next to the bed. His whole body was frozen. It was like he was a department store dummy or something. He just couldn't get over what he was seeing. It was beyond his comprehension.
"Come on, keep sliding your tongue, oh, my cunt tickles," she chuckled. "Keep pouring your tongue into me, baby. Eat me, baby, oh, slide your tongue. Go down on me, darling, oh, keep working your tongue. Oh, just a few more strokes, honey baby. You're really doing it. You're really sliding your tongue. Ah, I'm just a few strokes away from juicing. Just keep your tongue buried in my mound. I'm just about there. I'm going to explode in your mouth."
Pam reached out and ran her sweaty fingers through my hair, seeking to get me as excited as possible while I kept on plunging my tongue ever deeper into her mound.
A few moments later, I could see that she was helpless. There was no holding her back any longer. The juices would just have to spray out of her pussy.
"Get set, oh, brace yourself, baby. Brace yourself," she sighed. "They're shooting, honey, oh, lover, yes, there it goes."
I went to work with my tongue, eagerly looking forward to devouring every droplet of the hot juice that spilled out of her pussy.
Clyde kept standing there, unable to believe what he had just seen. First of all he had had sex with me and now he was watching me go down on his daughter's mound and driving her all the way to climax.
He didn't say much after that. I guess there's only so much in the way of surprise that any person can take at any one time and he had certainly exceeded his level.
I figured that after that one session my relationship with him would blow over. I found out soon enough just how naive I was.
He kept sending messages through Pam at school, telling me just how badly he wanted to see me.
We started setting up meeting places. We would meet usually at various motels right around where he had his law office.
We would meet after work and after he would take me to dinner at some secluded restaurant where he wasn't recognized, we would go to a motel.
I remember what happened one evening about three or four weeks after we had launched into our affair. He had gotten extremely hot, then had wanted to suck me.
Clyde slipped his tongue into my asshole. It was the first time that I had ever been rimmed with quite that degree of conviction. A few guys at school had taken a shot at my asshole, but they hadn't given me nearly as good a job as Clyde was giving.
He put everything into his sturdy tongue movements, slipping his tongue forward, driving it at a fast pace. The longer that he let it loose inside my asshole, the deeper that he penetrated. He kept pushing it with great conviction, slamming it high into my asshole, driving it against my rectum.
"Suck my snatch, oh, keep your tongue inside my burning asshole," I exclaimed, "oh, you're rimming me, baby. I love you. Oh, I dig you, I really do. Keep sliding your tongue in there. Oh, eat out my ass, baby."
Clyde knew precisely what he was doing. The longer that he kept up his sucking antics, the more furiously he drove his tongue. He kept sending it high into my asshole, driving me wild with his ecstatic plunges, getting me that much hotter.
Every now and then, just to supply me with a little extra satisfaction, he would reach out and slip his fingers inside my mound. He would let his fingers toy and dance against my pussy, all the while plunging his tongue that much more sharply against my asshole.
"Suck ass," I called out, "oh, keep sucking it, honey. What a hot asshole I've got. You're making it that much hotter."
I figured at the time that he was getting me hot and bothered so he could suck my snatch. It made one hell of a lot more sense that way, since he was also playing with my pussy.
He removed his tongue, suddenly from my asshole, then reached out and grabbed my thighs with his strong hands. The next thing I knew he was flipping my legs over his shoulders and pointing his hard prick toward my anus.
"I want your asshole," he called out.
Clyde dipped the first two fingers of his right hand inside my mound. He removed some of the pussy juice that he had brought off through his finger action. He dipped the goo into my asshole.
"Now that you're lubricated I can fuck you," he said. "I didn't want to hurt you too bad with my dick."
"You've got to be kidding, baby. That's what you're gonna do?"
"You're damned right, honey. Ah, I want your asshole. I want it real bad. I want to plunge my dick inside, it I'm gonna really penetrate, baby. I'm gonna really slam my hard cock into your asshole. I'm gonna juice inside your anus."
I was a little scared about what he was going to do. I had never been fucked that way before. But I didn't want to say no to him either. I was getting to the point now where I kind of felt sorry for Clyde. I could see how hungry he was to express himself toward me.
He sent his surging tool inside my anus, slamming it high and hard. Those first few strokes really hurt me. He let his cock loose at a blistering pace and I could feel the pain reeling through my body. But it didn't bother me after a while. Pretty soon I got so excited that I could hardly stand it. Every time that he would drive his cock deeper inside my asshole, I would find myself that much closer to juicing.
At one point the pussy goo sprayed out of my mound. There was only so much cock agitation that I could take and I had exceeded my level. All the while he kept driving his cock into me like a trip hammer, sliding it relentlessly into my asshole, propelling himself that much closer to climax.
"Fuck me, keep your dick inside my asshole," I called out, "ah, keep it grinding inside me, baby. Send it into me, darling. Oh, keep fucking me. Keep driving your cook inside me. Oh, come on, baby, do it, honey."
Maybe I had been a bit inexperienced in the art of ass fucking prior to that time, but as he kept sending his surging cock ever deeper into my asshole, I got pretty acclimated to it fast.
I kicked my legs back and forth, enjoying the fact that he was completely dominating me. My legs remained on his shoulders and all the while he kept up his fucking, pumping his cock rapidly as he moved it that much closer to a satisfying orgasm.
"I'm gonna unload my cock juice," he exclaimed. "It's not gonna take me long now. Are you ready for that kind of action?"
"Keep your dick inside my asshole," I sighed. "Oh, honey, keep it moving. Keep your cock sliding. Oh, I want it, honey. Oh, how bad I want it. Keep fucking, baby. Tear your cock into my asshole. Oh, drive it, darling, oh, keep it going, I need it, oh, do I ever need it."
A few slamming strides later, I felt the sea of liquid spurting out of the end of his pecker.
"I can do anything with you," he sighed, "Oh, I'm shooting. Look at the hot load of cum, baby. It's a hot spray, a thick spray, oh, it's really shooting out of there, darling. What sensations. Oh, what an experience, baby. It's beautiful, honey. Oh, yes, I love it."
He turned his cock loose from my asshole a few moments later. It was a beautiful experience, one that I couldn't ever forget.
I kept realizing, though, every additional time that I had sex with Clyde that things were complicating all the more. He was getting adjusted to me in a way that I never thought he would.
There was trouble on the horizon and the better I got to know him, the more I realized it.
SUMMARY
I received further elaboration from Shirley pertaining to what the trouble consisted of.
"What is it that is perplexing you the most about your relationship with Clyde?" I asked.
"It started out more as a joke than anything else," she shook her head. "Oh, sure, I was real attracted to the guy and all that, but I never would have made a play for him if I hadn't had something to drink. That and the fact that Pam was really egging me on."
"Then you regret the fact you ever got involved with him sexually."
"I certainly do."
"Do you think less of him as a person?"
"Oh, no, I think more of him as a person," she replied. "The person I think a lot less of is myself."
"I wish you'd explain your position," I said.
"I will. You see, I was interested in just having some fun. That and I really did come to respect him as a person. The better I got to know Clyde, the more I liked him. So I let our relationship continue. I had sex with him any time that he wanted to get together with me. We were always doing it and the more frequently we met, the wilder he would get as far as the acts that we'd perform. He told me that I was helping him make up for a youth he never had. He told me how he had to work his way through high school, then college and then graduate school. He said it was awfully rough. He practically had me in tears when he'd tell me about .how tough he'd had it. I therefore wanted to do everything I could to make it up to him. But then something really happened that posed problems."
"What was that?" I asked.
"He started talking a whole lot more soberly about our relationship than ever before. He began telling me that it would be a good idea if we got married. He said he recognized it would be impossible for us to do it right then, but that he would like to marry me as soon as I got out of high school. I absolutely flipped at that. You can imagine what kind of relationship that would be. I'm so much younger than he is. Even if we did dig each other a lot in bed, it still wouldn't work out. For one thing we'd get ridiculed a whole lot. You could imagine the kind of jokes that would be heard any time that we were seen together in public."
"Is that what primarily bothered you, the embarrassment that would stem from such a marital relationship?"
"No, that wasn't the big thing. The big thing was that I knew we wouldn't be that compatible after a while. If Clyde had thought about it, he would have come to the same conclusion, since he's a real bright guy. But what the hell could I say? He wasn't thinking with his brain, he was thinking with his heart and I didn't have the heart to tell him otherwise."
"Is that where things stand right now in your relationship?"
"That's it. I don't know which ends up. I simply don't know what to do. All I know is that I'm in one hell of a mess. It's terrible, it really is."
"You're going to have to break up your relationship with him," I offered an opinion. "I can't see any other way out for you."
"I hate to have to face that possibility, but there doesn't seem to be any other answer. No, I guess there isn't. I guess it's just something I'm going to have to face up to, as painful as it is."
"You're a very bright and mature young woman. I think that you're capable of facing it. There's just one thing that I want you to remember. There's no such a thing as a relationship that doesn't involve giving and receiving. I think that you in the beginning felt that you could have some fun with Clyde without any lasting responsibilities attaching. But the more you got involved the more difficult it was to pull away. Isn't that right?"
"That's right. I did think of pulling away so many different times. But I just couldn't seem to do it. I couldn't bring myself to that point"
"Then I guess you're going to have to do it now. If you don't act now, things will only get that much more difficult for you."
"Yes, you're right about that," she nodded. "I'll have to tell him."
"I wouldn't have sex with him anymore. That will only make it that much tougher. You see, you do have a strong liking for him. You don't want to give up having sex with him. In time you probably would want to, but not right now."
"You know me pretty well."
"It isn't that hard after you've had practice at analyzing people such as I have. Your case isn't the most tragic that I've ever encountered. As a matter of fact, I think you should look at it this way, it was just a misunderstanding. You thought that you could get away with having a little fun and not have to pay a price. You've learned a valuable lesson that you can carry with you through the rest of your life."
"I guess you're right. I guess that there are two ways of looking at everything. Thank you very much for your advice. I will make my point to Clyde, no matter how hard it will be.
"I wish that you would get in touch with me after you've acted," I told her. "I'd like to hear from you and find out how it all irons out."
Shirley promised to inform me once that she made a decision.
Several weeks after she visited me in my office, Shirley came to see me once again.
"I feel as free as a bird now," she smiled. "You were right. You know, it was the hardest thing I ever had to do, telling Clyde."
"How did he take it?"
"It broke him up pretty bad at first. It really did. But he finally recovered. He snapped out of it, I'm very happy to say. You know, I saw him just last week. When Pam was in the other room, he had a heart-to heart talk with me. He said that it was the best thing that we could have done. He realized that the situation would get very tragic if we ever continued it beyond what we had."
"He's absolutely correct," I said.
It made me feel good to know that Shirley was back on the right track. I felt highly satisfied. I had given her the best advice I could and she had responded to it in a positive manner.
Although Shirley's situation appeared to end on a happy note and it is my confident desire that her life continue in that same vein, the situation confronted by the subject of Case Three was altogether different.
In the Case of Gilda K., I encountered a thoroughly frustrated young girl who had engaged in acts of debauchery in her early teens, thereby changing the direction of her entire life.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Gilda K. is a fictitious name I made up for a young Hollywood starlet who confided her life story to me.
Although she has been very successful both in motion pictures and on television and is still in her middle teens, the apparent joy attached to success that appears on the surface is no more than camouflage. Beneath that surface resides a highly frustrated young girl who was forced to pay the price that it took to get to the top.
The following is Gilda's story:
My father was killed in an auto accident when I was a young girl. My mother worked as a waitress to support me and my two brothers.
When I reached eight or nine years old, my mother could see that I was a whole lot better looking than the average girl my age. On top of that, I was damned mature. I had a good head on my shoulders and knew how to use it.
My mother was getting awfully sick of working as a waitress anyway and she wanted to figure out a way so that she wouldn't have to keep on working all that hard.
She started seeing agents and talent scouts in Hollywood. We lived out in the San Fernando Valley, not far from Hollywood and I could remember so many times as a little girl going down to Grauman's Chinese Theater and seeing the footprints of the famous stars.
So there I was, being taken to all of these offices by my mother, who was doing a great selling job on my behalf, telling them all just how much talent I had and how deserving I was of a break.
I started to get occasional work and I really wondered just how far I was going to go in the business. People kept telling me that I had a lot of ability, but I kind of shrugged it off. I was confused by it all, I'm going to tell you the truth. All I knew was that I didn't get a chance to play with my friends as much as I would have liked to, since I was always going to voice lessons and trying out for different parts.
I did get some work on TV and occasionally I landed a movie role. Usually when I did get a part it would be in a kid's film. I liked it, but, as I said, I didn't dig having to live a different type of life from other kids. I just wanted to be normal, that was all.
For a few years I really didn't bring in much money. I'd get an occasional part here and there and usually when I did it would be a pretty small one. But the agent kept telling my mother I had ability and in time he could get me some good parts. My mother believed him and I kept taking those dramatic lessons and dancing lessons. Sometimes I made so little that it barely covered the lessons I had to take, but my mother kept on insisting, saying that it would all pay off in time.
Just about a year ago, right after I turned fourteen, my mother was called on the phone by the agent. He told her that they were casting for the part in a big film and they needed a young girl of fourteen to play one of the top roles.
When my mother was told who the famous director was who was in charge of the film, she absolutely flipped. He was going to produce it and direct it and he was one of the truly big wheels around Hollywood.
My agent took me over there one afternoon and I finally got to meet this big wheel. I'll call him Dick, even though that isn't his real name. That's probably the best name I could give him, though, because I was going to find out that he was all dick, if you know what I mean.
He immediately got rid of my agent, telling him that he'd have to be seeing me quite a bit. He explained to the agent that he didn't want to give me just a regular reading. He wanted to give me a chance to talk to him and just act natural. He told the agent that that way he would get a much better impression of what I was really like and whether I fit into this unique role that was called for in this big film he was going to do. He told the agent that he'd have his chauffeur drive me back home in his limousine after he got through.
The agent left, wishing me luck. As soon as he took off, Dick got up and locked the door.
I was wondering why he did it, but as he sat back down in his easy chair and started leering at me, I got the idea. I'd had a few experiences, mostly minor ones and generally with people that I worked with in films. I remembered an actor in his early thirties who had asked me if he could suck my pussy. I let him do it one day in his dressing room. It's a good thing we didn't get caught, because we both would have lost our jobs.
But this man Dick really had a hungry expression on his face. The next thing I knew he was sliding his legs open, then unzipping his trousers. He pulled out as huge a prick as I have ever seen.
"How are you when it comes to eating cock?" he asked, fondling his rod. "You're such a cute kid. I'd sure love to jam this hot pecker inside your juicy mouth."
"I've never sucked a cock before," I told him truthfully.
"Then it's high time you learned," he laughed. "You're fourteen years old. You'd better be getting yourself a little bit of an education. You know, I don't cast these pictures just strictly on the basis of talent. I can always find people that are good enough for me to work with. With my brilliant direction they can't miss. After all, if I do say so myself, I'm a genius. But let me tell you, darling, I do expect gals to put out if they really want to get to the top. And I'm just the man who can put you there. Not only am I a powerful director and producer, but I also know everybody. I mean, if I like you, I can get you other work. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," I gulped, getting more nervous by the second as I examined his huge cock.
"Then just get down on your cute little knees, baby and I'll feed you my dick. I like to just lie back in my easy chair and relax while I'm getting sucked off. I guess you will need a few lessons, won't you?"
"I've never done this before."
"So you've told me," he laughed. "So just get down there, sweetheart."
I wanted to get up out of my chair and just burst out of that room. I wanted to run away, but not only from his office but from everything. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. No, it would have just been too humiliating, having to explain everything. Not only that, but I had a hunch he was leveling. I figured that he wasn't just handing me a line of bullshit. I decided that he probably would give me that part if I would just cooperate with him. Anyway, I was going to take the chance, despite how scared I was.
"Stop shaking, baby," he said, as I got down on my knees, kneeling in front of him. "You're going to be all right. I'm going to teach you all there is to know about cock sucking. I'm going to teach you just how to chomp on a guy's hard dick. Now just take it into your mouth, sweetheart. Open that beautiful mouth of yours nice and wide."
I opened my mouth wide, accommodating his as he slipped his huge pole inside my mouth.
At first I thought I would throw up. He stuffed it so far into my mouth that I could hardly breathe.
"You're gonna eat some hot dick," he chuckled. "I'm gonna really slam it into you. One of these days, when you get to the point where you really know what you're doing, we'll have a wild orgy. As for right now, I'll give you a good lesson in how to suck my cock. Just slide your tongue up and down it. That's right. You don't have to keep my cock clogged in your mouth right now. As a matter of fact, I'd rather have you do it the other way. Start out by just sliding your tongue real smooth over the tip of my prick."
He began by making me slide my tongue slowly over the end of his rod. While I was manipulating it, I allowed the fingers of both my hands to toy with his nuts. He instructed me to do that as well. I didn't know from nothing that first time and I have always been a fast learner and this would be nothing out of the ordinary. It might have seemed like one hell of a lot at the time I told myself, but I would ride the whole thing through.
I kept moving my tongue around the tip of his cock, doing the best I could to please him.
"You're doing all right, sweetheart," he laughed, "now I want you to start switching your tongue around. Move it up and down my cock, baby. I want you to take the whole thing in. You're getting more experienced at it now. You want to lose the fear. Just let yourself go. That's what it takes, that's the successful ingredient behind a good cock suck. You've just got to let yourself go and work that tongue of yours up and down my long dick."
I went to work, seeking to please him as best I could, allowing my tongue to slide up and down the full length of his enormous pecker.
While I let my tongue circulate against his rod, I buried my fingers against his balls. They were bulging like hell and I was pondering what I was gonna do when the cream shot from the end of his cock. I remember watching an actress friend going down on a guy, some member of the film crew, during a two-bit little film that we were making. I could never forget the sight of the hot white jism spilling out of the end of the guy's stick. It was like it would never stop streaming out of there.
I kept up my sucking, driving my tongue harder, sliding it eagerly up and down his enormous rod, keeping up the tongue action while I toyed with his nuts.
I knew that I just about had him there. I could see that from the way that he was panting.
"You'll get there, honey, oh, yes, you will," he sighed. "You're really good at this, honey. Keep your tongue moving. Oh, keep it moving quickly over my rod. Play with my balls, baby. Oh, yes, play with them, honey. Oh, darling, that's good. Oh, I can't hold on any more."
At that point he reached out and ran his fingers through my hair. He heaved a loud sigh and at that point the juices began to spurt out of the end of his organ.
"Ah, I'm juicing in your mouth," he said. "Now hang on, baby. Swallow it. Oh, come on, swallow it. Swallow every drop. Don't let it spill out of there. Eat it, eat my hot cock, baby. I need for you to suck every drop of my jism out of me."
He held my head firmly in place with his fingers. I coughed a couple of times and a few of the droplets spilled onto the rug. But I only lost a few drops. I was able to stick with his load, swallowing it, gulping down the stream of hot white cum.
"That's it, honey, you're learning," he laughed, "you're really taking that stuff in. Ah, that's nice. Eat every drop of it, baby. Come on, honey, oh yes, I'm really feeding you the hot dick juice. That's good, darling. You're really going after it. Ah, nice, very nice."
I finally removed my tongue from his cock. I didn't realize until then just how tired my tongue was. I had really put out. Actually my arm and leg muscles were sore, too. I guess it must have been the tension I was under.
"I think I'm going to do something for you now," Dick laughed.
He got up from his chair, grabbed me by the waist, then lifted me up on top of his desk.
"Just spread your legs, baby," he laughed.
I was wearing a tight-fitting mini skirt and underneath that I had on only my silky white panties. He reached out and tugged upward at my mini skirt, pulling it up so that he had plenty of room to work his fingers.
After he got it up there high enough, he reached inside it and grabbed my panties.
"Once these give way I'm going to have all the freedom I need," Dick laughed.
I'll never forget the big smile he had on his face. It didn't take long to realize that he lived for sex. He moved my panties down my legs ever so quickly, letting them drop to the floor.
"Ah, I can see your cunt," he laughed.
Dick dropped his head, squatting over in position so that he had access to my pussy.
The first thing he did was to kiss it, not once but several times in a row. After he had finished with the kissing, he reached out with his left hand and allowed his finger tips to toy with my mound.
"I really want to play with your snatch," he said. "It's more fun to get a girl all steamed up before eating her than it is to just plunge in. So I'm gonna play with your pussy, darling. I'm gonna make sure that I get you as excited as I can, then I'm going to slip my tongue inside your snatch."
The longer that Dick worked his way around my mound, the better that it made me feel. I was so hot I could hardly take it. The longer he kept up his plunging finger stabs, the more helpless I recognized I was.
"Oh, eat me, eat me," I cried out.
"I will, but first I'm gonna play with your pussy just a little longer," he told me.
He worked his fingers over my snatch for a few more minutes, then suddenly released his fingers. At that point he worked his tongue downward toward my mound.
"Ah, I'm gonna have myself a munching good time," he laughed.
He reached out and squeezed my thighs, clutching them ever so sharply as he worked his tongue into high gear, slipping it inside my mound.
"Eat me, oh, slide your tongue in my snatch," I called out. "I really want it, baby. Oh, do I ever need it. I want it, oh, I want it so bad. Eat my snatch, honey, oh, please do."
All I knew was that I was receiving all kinds of thrills. That was all that mattered at that moment. A few minutes earlier I had been terrified about the idea of going down on Dick's cock, but now that he was letting his tongue loose on my pussy I felt good about everything. I had some wonderful vibes going through me. All I knew was that I wanted to get off my juices and shoot them into his waiting mouth.
I reached out and ran my fingers through his hair. I figured I could take a page out of his book. I felt like I had my freedom for the first time in years. The longer that Dick worked his tongue over my twat, the more I could tell that he meant business. Maybe he was a director and producer for a living, but it was sex that really triggered his interest more than anything else.
His tongue kept on steadily darting and maneuvering against my pussy. I ran my fingers frantically through his hair. I've got to give him credit. I must have been scared as hell about sucking his cock in the beginning, but the guy knew where it was at. He gave me proper direction on the cock sucking and now he was giving me a superb job of pussy licking.
"Oh, it's gonna shoot, I'm gonna let my juices fly," I gasped.
I clutched his head, heaved a loud sigh, then watched as the juices sprayed from my pussy and into his mouth.
I didn't have to worry about him eating every drop of my hot orgasmic liquid. He took care of that without any trouble, swallowing every single drop and removing his tongue from my snatch.
Once that he finished the suck, he looked down once more at his cock. It was hard all over again.
"You know, when I go down on a beautiful little snatch like yours, I get hard, even if I might have shot once," he laughed.
I watched as Dick walked over toward a leather sofa in the corner of the room. He pulled it apart, allowing it to collapse into a bed.
"Isn't this a novel little object?" he asked grinningly. "Step over this way, my dear."
All I had to do was take about two or three steps and Dick was on me in a flash. He might have been rather heavy, but when it came to taking off my clothes then, he did it like an athlete. His fingers moved quickly as he undid my mini skirt and tugged it off. Since he had already taken care of my panties when he was sucking my snatch, he didn't have to bother with them, quite naturally. He did get rid of my bra, though and when he did he reached down and began to kiss my breasts resolutely. After he finished kissing them a few times, he let his tongue reach out and slide over my left tit. He kept it up for a few strokes, then went to work on my right tit, repeating the same movements.
When he released his tongue from my tits, he got set to undress. As I lay there on the collapsible sofa, I watched him quickly shed his clothes.
"I might be in my early fifties," he told me, "but I never let that stop me. This keeps me young, baby. You might not believe this, but I don't feel any older than you and it's because I keep up a good sex routine. That and a couple of laps in my swimming pool every day. That keeps the doctor away and it keeps me in a groovy frame of mind."
When he removed all of his clothes and showed me his long dick, I began getting excited. He was the kind of guy who at first glance I wouldn't have been the least bit attracted to, but once he moved his body into motion with his talented cock and tongue efforts, I was enchanted.
He threw his body into bed next to mine, reaching out and resolutely moving his fingers over my pussy.
"Have you ever been fucked here, baby?" he laughed. "I'll bet you had it many times."
"No, I never have," I told him truthfully. "I've let guys fool around with me and most of them have sucked my pussy, but I never let one tear his cock into my mound. I'm a virgin there."
"I'll be damned," he shook his head. "No wonder you haven't ever gotten any big parts in this industry."
"I never got any parts this way before."
"In a way that's good. I wouldn't have wanted you to be putting out with every tenth-rate director in this town. You should save it for somebody like me. I'm the kind of guy who can make the difference. I'll tell you, honey, I'm gonna really turn you inside out. I'll break your cherry for you today. It'll hurt a little, but if I don't do it somebody else has got to. And I'm so horny I just can't contain myself."
"I understand."
He leaned forward, dropping his tongue down and slipping it inside my mouth. Back and forth the tongues eagerly collided, dancing against one another as he reached down and toyed with my buttocks.
Dick kept up the tongue sucking for quite a little while, getting me as steamed up as possible. While he was exercising his tongue against mine, he moved his fingers rhythmically over my tits. He would clutch as them sharply,
twisting his fingers against my nipples, supplying a lot of enthusiastic movement. He would pinch at them, letting me know that his fingers were fully in charge of everything.
"That was quite a French kiss," he told me as he removed his tongue from my mouth. "I've got to fuck your cunt right now, honey. I have a hunch that you're just itching down there anyway."
"I really am. Just try not to hurt me too much."
"I won't. I've already made up my mind. You're gonna have that part. You're gonna be my personal prot�g�e. I'm gonna take you all the way to stardom."
"Oh, that's super."
"So's the fuck I'm gonna give you."
For good measure, Dick reached down with his left hand and moved his finger tips ever so soothingly over my snatch. He kept his fingers racing for several moments, then quickly withdrew his fingers.
"Now the time is upon us," he laughed. "I'm gonna slam my pecker into your pussy. I'm gonna give you a beautiful job of fucking."
He reached out and clutched at my thighs, running his fingers over them with superb beauty and grace. As he clutched at my legs, he moved his body forward, permitting his lengthy dick to thrust eagerly inside me mound.
"Ah, I want you," he sighed, "I can't remember when I wanted anybody any more. Baby, oh, yes, I really want it."
His fingers switched dramatically from my thighs to my breasts. He knew just how to manipulate his fingers over them while he kept up his surging, pumping cock strides. Back and forth he drove his cock with precision skill into my mound.
Sure it hurt a little bit in the beginning, but I didn't mind it. For one thing, I had that wonderful news about him planning to give me the part. For another, I soon got accustomed to his sharp stabs.
"You can help me, you can make it a better fuck by flipping your hips around," he said. "Give me all the thrills you can, baby, because that'll give me more incentive to produce for you. Just flip your hips, honey, let them dance for me. Tighten those pussy muscles, give them plenty of incentive when I clasp my cock against your cunt muscles. Oh, now you're doing it. I like the way you're flipping your hips around. What a beautiful set of legs you've got. Damned but you're stacked. Oh, what a fuck you are."
The hornier he got, the faster that Dick kept thrusting his cock into my pussy. Now he kept up his searing pace, and reached out with the fingers of both hands and clutched at my breasts. His fingers were being applied forcefully. His face was beginning to tense now as he moved into the closing stages of the sex act. He wouldn't be able to withhold his juices much longer. Certainly not at the pace he was maintaining with his long hard dick.
"I'm gonna juice in your pussy," he laughed, "what a sensation that's gonna be. Oh, I feel so good fucking you, sweetheart. You're such a magnificent screw. Oh, that's it, you're really twisting your butt around there now, honey. What a beautiful butt you've got. I think I'll wind up clutching your butt."
Dick released his fingers from my breasts, then let them go to work on my buttocks. He clutched them good and hard, hanging on for dear life, continuing to assert himself as he slammed his piston-like repeater inside my mound.
"I want you, oh, I want you," Dick exclaimed. "I'm gonna have you, baby. I'm just a few strokes away. Oh yes, that's all its gonna take. Just a few more of these sharp stabs and I'll be there."
A few moments later the juices began to shoot from the end of his long hard prick. They splashed inside my mound and I closed my eyes, my body quivering as he orgasmed.
"Don't be alarmed, honey," he said. "I popped your cherry and there's a little blood there, but it had to come sooner or later."
After he finished getting his rocks off, I put my clothes back on. He calmly began talking business. What really amazed me was how the guy one minute could be like an oilman, thinking about nothing other than how to lunge his cock into my pussy until he exploded. After he finished that, he began talking very calmly, like a businessman who had never thought of anything other than how to get ahead in the motion picture field.
He talked with me for about an hour, telling me that he wanted me in his office the next day for a series of publicity pictures and for the contract signing. I would definitely get the part.
I was in the clouds when I went home. I naturally wouldn't tell my mother what it had taken to get that part, but somehow I didn't really mind it then. Even though the guy had taken my virginity from me, he was planning on giving me quite a bit back.
That was several pictures ago. I worked with Dick on a couple of other projects and he also succeeded through using his contacts and landing me a part in a regular television series.
I must say one thing, though. Dick really is demanding. He told me straight off in the beginning that if he was going to help me in any way that I would have to put out for him on his terms.
A few weeks ago he called me over to his house. He sent his limousine over to pick me up. He represented himself as wanting to talk business with me, but I could more or less tell from the tone of his voice that he wanted something else, mainly sex. I was getting to know him so well that I could tell easily what he wanted.
His chauffeur drove me in his big black Cadillac limousine over to his Beverly Hills home. He was sitting out by his swimming pool, completely naked. He had a bottle of bourbon that he was sipping on, drinking it right out of the bottle, then putting it down next to the pool.
He was completely naked and standing next to him at the pool, was a famous movie actress, a gorgeous, red-haired gal in her thirties. I won't mention who she really is. I'll just call her Stella.
They were both grinning at me and I could tell that they had had quite a little bit to drink.
"I want to introduce you to Stella," Dick said, pointing toward the actress.
I had always admired her when I had seen her on the screen. She always looked so radiantly beautiful. Well, she looked just great standing there in that pool. Her face was a sun-tanned brown and her body was exquisite. Her legs were extremely trim and her tits jutted forward firmly. In addition, if anything, her eyes were even more beautiful than they photographed on the screen.
"Nice to meet you, my dear," Stella said. "Dick's been telling me quite a lot about you. He told me how beautiful you were and I can see in a glance just how right he was."
"Thank you," I smiled a little timidly.
"Take off your clothes and join us in here." Dick said. "You know, I'm gonna keep getting you work, honey. I really dig you."
"I don't blame you," Stella smiled.
I wondered about Stella. I knew that she had been divorced three times and that she wasn't married at the moment. I hadn't thought about her liking women until I saw the way that she was staring at me. I'd had a number of other women look at me in much the same way, but they weren't big-time movie stars like Stella. It really felt weird to see a gal that you'd admired so much in pictures, somebody who seemed to be a million miles away from you, standing there nude and staring at you hungrily as you took off your clothes.
"I hope nobody can see us prancing around here in the nude," I said.
"No, we've got very high walls protecting us around here," Dick said.
I kept on removing my clothes. When I stripped myself completely clean, I jumped into the heated pool. It did feel comfortable. But I remained pretty nervous, wondering what was going to happen next.
Dick walked up to me immediately, playfully splashing some water against my tits. When he finished, he reached out and threw his arms around my body. He delivered a searing kiss to my lips.
"You're really horny for this chick," Stella said. "And I don't blame you."
The next thing I knew Stella was walking over toward me. She reached out and goosed me from behind, grabbing a couple of handfuls of my asscheeks. She hung on for dear life, clenching her fingers against my buttocks sharply.
"That I really dig," she laughed. "Oh yeah, I like getting a feel of a beautiful girl like you."
She kept on feeling up my ass cheeks for quite a few minutes, then abruptly removed her fingers. She moved over on the other side of me, then threw her fingers forward once more.
"This time I'm gonna touch your beautiful tits," she said. "I'm gonna really run my fingers over them. Ah, what breasts you've got, baby. I really admire them. You're all right, kid,"
She kept on massaging my tits for the next few minutes. When she withdrew her fingers from them, I was in a state of wild-eyed excitement. She came on real strong, slipping her tongue inside my mouth. Back and forth our tongues collided, until my heart was pounding.
I had known some chicks who dug other chicks, but I had never been in that category. The closest I ever came to having sex with a gal was when a girl friend and I felt each other up just to find out who had bigger tits. I do remember, though, getting turned on then and my girl friend had gotten excited as well. I just didn't have the nerve to push things any further, though. With Stella I didn't have to worry. She was gladly assuming the initiative and I could tell from the way that she was coming on that she was quite a veteran when it came to female lovemaking.
Stella wanted me badly, looking at me and exclaiming:
"Let's go somewhere and fuck, honey."
"I suggest that now that our bodies are nice and warm and relaxed that we adjourn to the bedroom," Dick smiled.
"Where else?" Stella exclaimed.
We walked up to Dick's second-floor bedroom. I could practically find it blindfolded since I'd been there a few times before.
Dick stood next to the bed, reaching down with both hands and pumping on his cock.
"I love watching good sex almost as much as I do participating in it," he said. "You girls go to work now. Let's really see some beautiful action."
It was Stella, quite naturally, who assumed the initiative at the very beginning. I was a complete novice in this type of lovemaking. Dick had given me quite an education in heterosexual intercourse, so it was up to Stella to give me something in the way of an education on lesbianism.
She was more than willing to accept the challenge, plunging her tongue against my left breast. She tickled it with her tongue, which she flipped back and forth talentedly. She moved from one breast to the other and the next thing I knew she was dropping her head down between my legs. She didn't waste any time. She slipped her tongue first into my asshole and as she rimmed me beautifully, Stella reached out and ran her fingers over my twat.
I never thought I could get as excited as I did right then, what with her sucking out my asshole and playing with my pussy at the very same time.
"Work your tongue, oh, work your fingers," I sighed, "that's good, oh, that feels good."
"You're a genius, Stella," Dick laughed. "And you're getting me so damned horny. Oh, I'll watch this a little while, but then I'm gonna have to get in on the fuck myself."
Stella stepped up the pace of her sucking until she was pushing her tongue high and hard into my asshole, moving it full speed ahead, driving it convincingly into my anus.
"Ah, that's nice, that's real nice," I told her.
She kept her fingers probing against my mound. She continued those movements for a few more minutes, then withdrew her tongue from my asshole.
"I want your snatch," she told me, "I'm gonna suck every drop out of this beautiful pussy."
She moved her head down between my legs, then let her tongue go to work on my pussy. Back and forth she slid her tongue with great skill. I could see at a glance that she had sucked a lot of snatches in her life.
She let her fingers move up and down my legs while she allowed her tongue to continue to attack my mound. With every brisk stab she pushed me that much closer to climax. She was really driving her tongue, letting it slide with convincing and devastating grace as she moved me ever closer to the big moment.
"Oh, keep sucking her," Dick called out as he pumped up and down on his cock. "You're really doing it, baby. Bring her off, honey. You can do it. Oh, bring this gorgeous chick off."
A few moments later the big moment arrived. The pussy juices swirled from my snatch and into Stella's mouth. She delightedly gobbled down every droplet, then removed her tongue from my gash.
"She's delicious," she looked up at Dick and smiled. "Thanks for making it all possible, Dick."
Dick didn't say anything. He wasn't in the mood to talk. His thoughts were focused around one objective, that of getting his rocks off.
He threw himself down on the bed, pouncing on me vigorously. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, delivering a staggering French kiss that kept us going for the next few minutes.
While our tongue were stabbing against one another, our bodies trembled and rocked as Dick played with my tits and controlled my body, letting it flip back and forth.
After he released his tongue from my mouth, he reached out and grabbed me by the buttocks, using them to twist me over on my stomach.
As I lay there on my stomach, he reached out with his powerful fingers and grabbed my thighs, parting my legs.
"I want your ass, I want your hot asshole," he told me.
As he parted my legs, he slammed his cock forward, permitting it to enter inside my asshole.
"Oh, damned," I gasped painfully.
"Don't let it throw you," Dick said. "Sure it's gonna hurt a little. It did the first time that you were fucked in the snatch, too. But it didn't bother you, baby. Oh, no, it's not gonna bother you either, once that you get used to it."
But it did take a little getting used to. After all, he was slamming with everything he had, driving his cock convincingly, pushing and pumping it as he moved himself ever closer to orgasm.
If he hadn't been that horny, more than likely Dick would have exercised his cock a little more slowly as he was slamming it into my asshole. But he was eager to get off his rocks and there I was, his beneficiary, lying there as he planted his dick ever deeper inside my asshole.
"I want you, ah, I want your hot ass," he told me. "I'm gonna keep stabbing you with my prick, baby. Ah, what a nice cock. I'm proud of it."
"Give it to her, Dick," Stella encouraged. "I'm getting horny again. I want her cunt again. I think I'll teach her how to sixty-nine."
"That's a beautiful idea. I taught her how to suck cock."
"I'll bet you did," Stella laughed. "I remember my first interview with you years ago. The first thing you wanted me to do was suck you off. You told me that you'd get me ahead if I would cooperate with you."
"That's right and I did," Dick gulped, continuing to stab my asshole relentlessly with his sharp prick.
It interested me to hear Stella make her comment. Apparently she had gotten started by Dick the same way that I had received my break. He kept on pumping into me savagely with his cock, sending the stabbing pains into me. But I was gladly accepting every bit of pain that I had to. I wanted to satisfy him. I knew that it would help me when it came to climbing the ladder of success.
"Ah, you've got a tight ass," he laughed, "oh, I really love penetrating it. What a beautiful asshole."
Dick used his cock like a knife, constantly thrusting it forward, stabbing it sharply into me. He kept up his probing movements, driving it with piston-like effectiveness, pushing himself that much closer to a dramatic orgasm.
"Ah, nice, very nice," Dick said.
A few strokes later, he threw himself into a wild frenzy. Now he was really plunging, slamming his pecker forward, pummeling me with his long hard dick.
"I'm gonna be there soon," he announced, "just get ready to accept every drop of cum that spills out of me."
"I'm ready, baby."
"This girl really learns fast," Stella chuckled. "I must say that it took me longer."
"Girls were more prudish in your day," Dick laughed.
"Maybe so," Stella nodded.
She kept on watching us, getting more excited every moment as Dick moved down to home stretch. He reached out and slapped at my ass cheeks with both hands as he continued his probing movements, driving himself ever closer to a zealous orgasm.
He exploded a few moments later, spilling his hot white cream into my asshole. It was quite a sensation, receiving those gobs of thick white cum.
"Ah, what a fuck you are," he slapped me once more on the ass cheeks for good measure. "I love you, baby."
"Give me another shot at her," Stella said. "I want to teach this kid to sixty-nine. You know, there no law against me helping her with her career, either."
"No, there isn't."
"I'm gonna be doing a film pretty soon. Just maybe I can find a part in it for this gorgeous little gal. Particularly if she'll promise to visit me in my dressing room before and after shooting."
"She's just the kind of girl who'll keep your morale up, wouldn't she?" Dick chided playfully.
"You bet your sweet ass she would. I'd be going down on her six times a day."
"Did you hear that?" Dick looked at me.
"I heard it."
"This famous lady of the screen really digs your cunt."
"I want to do it with you sixty-nine style, honey," Stella said enthusiastically, throwing herself into bed next to me. "Now you watch me when I attack your mound. After I've sucked your twat for just a little bit, I want you to start returning the action."
"Stella slipped her body across from mine, reaching over and kissing my cunt several times. After she had engaged in those intimacies, she planted her tongue against my pussy. Ever so slowly she worked it against my mound, making certain that she covered every crevice.
It didn't take me long to pick up on what she was doing. Certainly I couldn't match her smoothness, at least not in the beginning, but I was willing. Before I knew it we were darting and stabbing with our tongues, driving each other wild.
She reached out and grabbed my buttocks, clutching them while she sucked my snatch. I did the same thing to her, moving my fingers against her ass cheeks. Together we made splendid music, darting and stabbing our tongues as we moved each other toward climax.
We were really going to work on each other, letting our tongues zealously attack each other's mound. It gave me confidence to know that I was able to play ball in the big leagues. A gorgeous woman like Stella wanted me and I was eager to deliver, driving my tongue with enthusiasm against her mound.
We kept our brilliant efforts going, thrusting out tongues dramatically and dynamically inside each other's pussy. I could see myself moving ever closer to climax and I could see from the way that Stella was wiggling her body that she wasn't too far away either.
Stella finally popped her juices, not letting up one bit on her tongue movements. Even though she was getting all kinds of orgasmic thrills as the juices popped from her mound, she stuck with her sucking, keeping her tongue planted ever so deeply inside my pussy.
"You two girls are too much," Dick gasped, "oh, damned, I'm gonna have to fuck Gilda's pussy. I'm gonna really need it. Yes, who can stand watching this for very long without having to juice?"
A few moments later Stella succeeded in her objective, that of sucking my mound dry. She did an incredible job of eating out my pussy lining, keeping me on the edge of excitement with her stirring and passionate tongue stabs.
When she turned her tongue loose from my snatch, she patted me on top of the head.
"Dick gave me my start and he's doing a good job by you too, baby," she said. "You just might get a job in that picture, too."
"Gangway for me," Dick laughed. "I've got to get my rocks off again."
"You're as horny as you were the day that I met you," Stella laughed.
"I'm always going to be horny, honey."
"I know."
Stella vacated her position on the bed, watching as Dick threw his jet-propelled body into high gear once more.
It was trembling nervously with sexual excitement as he moved his cock forward, permitting it to penetrate inside my pussy. I was getting used to being fucked by Dick a whole lot and every time that he screwed me, I got that much better at pleasing him.
He let his fingers move fleetingly over my tits and as he toyed with them he kept slamming his cock into me.
Once that Dick got his old cock working once more, he had me in my usual state of tizzy. He really knew how to work it and it felt good having his hot dick jam into my cunt. I remembered how the first time he had fucked me and how it hurt. I had burst my cherry on the occasion, but from that time forward it was all pleasure.
That's the way things stand now. Incidentally, my dear friend Stella did use her influence. She got me the part in that picture.
I guess the one thing that I learned more than anything else in this business is that you have to make a few sacrifices if you want to get to the top. But hell, they might have been sacrifices in the beginning, before I really was that sophisticated when it came to fucking. But I can't call them sacrifices now. I have one hell of a blast every time that I screw with either Dick or whoever else happens to be in on the threesome.
SUMMARY
I wanted to discuss Gilda's promiscuity with her some more.
"Have you ever thought about your future?" I asked.
"I think about it all the time. I'm insuring it that much more every time I jump into bed with Dick."
"What about your reputation?"
"Look, just as long as I can keep the wool pulled over most people's eyes, I don't really give a damn. I'm making money and I'm having a ball."
"You're such a young girl. Do you realize that you've experienced more now by the age of fifteen than most women experience in a lifetime?"
"I guess that's true. So why should I knock it?"
"I've seen other girls in your identical situation," I explained. "You know what happens to most of them? They're in great demand when they're very young and beautiful. But the beauty seems to fade awfully quick. For one thing, they get a hardened look awfully early. They get it because they jump from one bed to another too many times."
"Ah, you don't have to hand me that Sunday school crap," she laughed. "I know what I'm doing. I think even my mother suspects what's going on. But what the hell. She doesn't have to work anymore. I'm making enough money for both of us. Not only that, but we're living in a beautiful apartment now. A penthouse job out in Century City. I think that's pretty good. I don't see any reason to change my lifestyle one bit."
"You mentioned your sex relationship with Dick," I said. "Do you still have sex with him frequently?"
"Any time that he asks. That's part of the deal. Just as long as I keep putting out for him, he's going to put out for me, you know, as far as getting my career advanced is concerned."
"Do you just usually fuck with him? You mentioned threesomes. How often do they take place?"
"Quite often, baby," she laughed. "There are some pretty wild ones, too. Sometimes he'll let another guy get involved, usually some guy that he's trying to impress on my behalf. You know, when you rub up to a guy and you get that close, then he gets to know you awfully fast. And the quicker he gets to know you, the better the likelihood of you getting some work. It's a beautiful feeling to know that you're really wanted."
"Do you think they really want you or just your body?"
"Same difference," Gilda laughed. "There's only one me, honey. When they get me they get my body, too. Isn't that right?"
"I was trying to make a distinction between somebody who's just wild for another person's flesh and somebody who believes in soulful communication. I'm talking about the fact that maybe someday and I know this is going to happen, you're going to desire a man to love you for yourself, as a person. Certainly you would want to communicate in a sexual manner as well, but that really is the second step. The first one is knowing that you're being loved."
"Don't hand me that nonsense," Gilda laughed derisively. "I'm not about to buy it. I know the score when it comes to having sex. That's really the way to get to know somebody. I don't think there is any identity apart from that. We're really all animals when you boil if all down."
"I think that there are some distinguishing characteristics between us and the animal kingdom at large," I said. "For one thing, we have a capacity for feeling unlike anything that animals have. I'm not saying that they're incapable of feeling, I'm just saying that we have more sophisticated sets of antennas."
"I know what you're saying and I don't buy your argument. I'm having lots of fun having sex and making contacts at the same time. I can't really beat that and I'm not even going to try to."
"How often does Dick want you to perform with other people?"
"Oh, quite often. There's no set schedule, mind you. It all depends on what kind of mood Dick's in. You know how geniuses are. He can be a very temperamental guy. He'll go about a week hardly even sleeping. He'll be knee-deep in scripts or some kind of a project. He won't even communicate with the outer world. Then he'll suddenly decide that he's horny, his balls will be ready to erupt, then he'll set something up. Usually when he suggests a threesome it's when he's not quite that horny. When he's that horny he wants me all to himself. I've fucked with some pretty important people, both chicks and guys. I've been to bed with some of the greats in this business. I wouldn't trade these experiences for anything."
"You can't see the darkness at the end of the tunnel, but I can," I said. "You think there's going to be light there and you think that you're moving steadily toward the light. You're really not. You're going to find that the end of the tunnel is closed off, dear. And at that point you're not going to be as wanted as you are right now."
"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it," she looked at me and scowled. "You know, you haven't had one positive thing to say."
"You interpret my comments as negative," I told Gilda, "but actually they're positive. You just don't realize it. I'm trying to get you to see life the way it really is. You're looking at things through an unrealistic perspective right now. You think that you're always going to be in demand like this and you feel like this is all that you're ever going to need, this type of sex. But these relationships are very superficial. In a true showdown, I doubt if any of these people would really be around to help you out to that extent. And that even includes your friend dick. I think up to a certain point you're being used. The reason why I qualify that statement is because I recognize that Dick and some of these other people are also doing things for you. But their basic motivation is wrong. They're just trying to ensnare you that much more into their web. It isn't a wholesome set of relationships and I wouldn't be telling you the truth if I said otherwise."
"You're entitled to your opinion," she snapped, "even though I don't agree with it. I guess that's the way it goes. I guess we can't all agree when it comes to things like this. All I can say is that I don't buy what you're saying. I think that my life is going to continue to be as happy as it is right now. I don't see any changes on the horizon."
"Everything changes," I told her. "You see, if you weren't so young and had a little more experience, you wouldn't even make a statement like that."
"You just said that I had a lifetime of experience already," she corrected me.
"I was talking in a different vein. You see, by virtue of the fact that you've been shoved into the kind of relationships you have, you haven't really had a chance to grow. I mean, you haven't been able to develop an identity apart from this rather limited perspective that you're a part of."
"I don't understand a lot of this nonsense you're spouting," she said. "But I still recognize it as nonsense. I don't buy it, not at all."
"All I can say is that I hope in time, hopefully in short order, you will recognize the errors in your current judgment," I said. "The faster that you do, the greater the likelihood of constructive changes being made before it's too late. I'm not that much of an expert concerning the industry you're a part of, but I have read some books and talked to some people who are in it. I've seen that pattern unfold so many times with beautiful young girls. They're just as headstrong as you are right now and they feel that way because they recognize that the world is their oyster. It is for a while, but things are subject to change. I want you to remember that. I hope that you at least remember some of what I have said today. And I hope that eventually you can take some constructive steps forward. It'll help you enormously if you do."
"Are you finished?" she snapped angrily.
"Yes I am. I'm sorry that you are responding angrily. I wish you nothing but the best."
"That's what I'm gonna get, but no thanks to you," Gilda scowled.
At that point she angrily bolted upward from her chair, walking out of my office. I never saw Gilda again. I have followed her progress in the months that have intervened between the time of this interview and the publication of my book. She is still enjoying a certain measure of success on television and in the movies, but I recognize she's headed for deep trouble. If she hasn't encountered it already, she certainly will in due course. One can't live the way that she is without getting more than one's share of it.
The subject of Case Four, Robert R., was like Gilda in one respect. Both of them fell into their sex experiences in a completely fortuitous manner.
The cases are highly dissimilar, however, in most respects. Whereas Gilda faced the future without any manifestation of conscience, with Robert the situation was totally reversed.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Robert R. came to see me in a highly frustrated frame of mind.
He drank several cups of cold black coffee as we talked and in between he would puff relentlessly on cigarettes, chain smoking at a level that made me even nervous.
A good-looking man with light brown hair, the forty-two-year-old Robert was in the dilemma of his life. He felt highly depressed and informed me of the necessity of getting his problem off of his chest.
Robert's story follows:
I just knew I had to talk to somebody. But I couldn't talk to anybody that I knew at all. The problem that I fell into has to be the most embarrassing of my whole life. If I weren't a man who had a pretty strong will, I probably would have committed suicide a long time ago. But I recognize that doing away with yourself is life's biggest cop-out. If you're afraid to face life, then just pull the plug. No, I'm not going to take that way out. I'm going to try and face up to my problem', but it sure as hell isn't easy.
I had been engaged when I was in my middle twenties, but my prospective wife-to-be and I just didn't hit it off all that well. It took us a while to find out and thank God we found out before we got married.
I was making progress working in the Los Angeles office of a major insurance company. I started out as an adjuster and pretty soon I got a raise and a promotion. My boss told me that he wanted to put me in an executive position, something I'd like very much.
I worked very hard in the aftermath of my romantic break-up that I just told you about. I wanted to really prove myself, to make a success of myself in the challenging insurance field. It was good therapy for me to throw myself intensely into my work after the collapse of my prospective marriage. My folks were pretty shook up about it and so were hers and there was lots of pressure brought to bear on both of us.
I did very well in the office, so well, in fact, that when an opening occurred in the Dallas, Texas office of our company, national headquarters in New York wanted me to move in and take over as manager.
For a young guy in his early thirties, it represented quite a challenge, I absolutely flipped out when I got the chance. My boss in the L.A. office was a little downhearted, since he had wanted me to continue working with him there. But he didn't want to stand in my way of progress, so he wished me the best.
I went to Dallas and threw everything I had into my work. I got so busy with my activity there that I really didn't have all that much of a chance to socialize. Oh, I went out with women occasionally, but I had to devote myself to my work. For one thing I did an awful lot of travelling, negotiating some big deals and leaving my assistant manager in charge. I covered the South mainly, moving around from Atlanta to New Orleans, to Houston and then back to my native Dallas.
In my late thirties I began to desire the companionship of a woman. I just had to make sure that the right one came along. I got carried away with a cute young secretary who was working in our office. She wasn't my secretary. She was the secretary of the assistant manager. A very cute blonde she was and I started dating her.
I got carried away, too fast in fact. Whereas I had exercised more discretion as a younger man, breaking off an engagement when I figured that the prospective marriage wouldn't work, I jumped into matrimony with this gal. As a matter of fact, she was pushing me pretty hard into it. I guess she could see that I represented a good meal ticket.
The marriage seemed to go well for a couple of years. But then trouble intervened. She came to me late one night and told me she had been with her lover. She said that she wanted a divorce so that she would have an opportunity to marry the man she really loved.
You can imagine how that hit me. Here I'd figured that I was the guy she really loved. All I know is that she really turned me oil sexually. I would get a hard on just looking at her. Then I knew it was futile to try and interfere with her wishes, so I agreed to give her the divorce she wanted.
I went to pot for a few months after the break-up of our marriage. When I'd walk down the main streets of Dallas and pass by certain restaurants, I would immediately think of her. I'd pass by a particular theater and I'd remember taking her to see movies there. It was like I was in a psychical torture chamber. On top of that, I'd run into her every now and then. She had gone to work for a rival insurance company and was doing very well.
When the business started to decline, I became only too well aware of what was happening. I needed a change of scenery and I needed it fast.
I called the main office in New York, explaining to my immediate overseer why I needed the change. I suggested going back to my native Southern California.
The guy was very understanding. He gave me the go-ahead, enabling me to go back home. I took over as assistant manager at the Los Angeles office, which involved a reduction of pay and a good deal of reduction of authority. But I still felt much better for making that decision.
The office had a new manager by the time I moved in. The wonderful fellow that I had worked under and was so knowledgeable in the ways of the insurance business, had retired. He was replaced by a very likable chap in his late forties by the name of Charlie.
Charlie had two grown sons. The only one of his children who was still at home was a beautiful daughter. She would come into the office every now and then and every time I got a look at her I was impressed. I kept wishing that I was in my early twenties rather than my early forties. I kept wondering what it would be like to make love to such a beautiful girl.
Her name was Teresa, but we always called her Terry. Charlie kept a picture of her on his desk, one that showed off her flaming red hair to good advantage. She had a beautiful body, with a pair of ripe, flowing breasts and beautiful legs.
Even though I admired this beautiful creature, I certainly wasn't going to do anything about getting involved with her. She acted much older than her actual sixteen years of age and she looked it as well, but that certainly wasn't the same thing as being twenty-five or twenty-six, or whatever. On top of that, she was Charlie's daughter and I admired Charlie very much. He had been extra decent to me and already he had given me a pay raise. Pretty soon, I figured, I would be up to my old salary level. Not only that, but Charlie intimated on a few occasions that he might move up to the front office, relieving himself of the responsibilities of running the whole office operation. I knew he had his eye on me, so I was eager to impress.
One evening when I was working late, I heard somebody enter the office. Everybody else was gone and I wondered what was happening.
I got up from my desk and walked over toward the door. I opened it, immediately observing beautiful young Terry. We had come to know each other quite well by then and she liked to confide things about herself to me. She told me about this handsome young medical student that she was dating and she was hopeful that things would work out.
This time, though, I saw there was a frustrated look on her face. Even from the distance it appeared as if she had shed some tears as well.
"Terry, what's happening?" I asked, walking toward her.
"Where's my dad, Bob?" she asked.
"He left a few minutes ago. I'm the only one here now."
"It's so terrible, I broke up with my boyfriend," she sobbed.
She threw her arms around me at that point and buried her head on my chest. I hate to say it, but the first thing that happened to me was that I got a hard-on. I should have been thinking about her welfare, but instead I was thinking of my own. Of course, I guess I can't really blame myself. It was nature that put the hard-on there. It wasn't anything preconceived on my part.
She sobbed for several minutes and I instinctively reached out and stroked her beautiful red hair, doing my best to comfort her.
"Don't take it so hard, honey, the world hasn't come to an end," I told her.
When she finally removed her head from my chest, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my handkerchief.
"Use this," I said.
I watched as she daintily dried her eyes. I took her by the hand and led her toward the sofa.
"Sit down and let's talk a little," I said.
Terry seemed genuinely desirous of getting everything off of her chest. She told me about how the relationship had come to an end. It turned out that they apparently weren't as compatible with one another as she had thought. She wondered if she would ever get another chance and I told her that there were many opportunities for a beautiful young girl like her.
I figured at that time it would be good for me to level with her and let her know about my frustrating marriage, as well as my early engagement. I wanted to let her know that it didn't happen just to her and that, if she played her cards right, she could avoid disappointments of that nature in the future.
We talked for a long time and the longer we chatted the more closely I felt drawn toward her. Every time I looked into her beautiful expressive brown eyes, which contained a sparkle all their own, my prick hardened all the more.
I finally wound up sitting just a few inches from her. Every now and then I would put my hand on her shoulder.
"You know something, you're the most decent guy I've ever known, next to my father," Terry said.
At that point she took me completely by surprise as she leaned her head forward and allowed her lips to press against mine.
My cock became harder than ever as she kept following through with the kiss, allowing her lips plenty of freedom as they pressed firmly against my lips.
I broke the kiss and as I did I looked into her eyes with great frustration.
"I appreciate that, honey, but let's not ever do that again," I said in a choked voice. "I can't control myself around you. You're just too beautiful."
"Why control yourself?" she asked. "I'm not a virgin, Bob, if that's what you're thinking. I had sex with this guy plenty of times. As a matter of fact, that's one of the things that frustrates me. I gave myself to him so often and I thought this was going to really work out. I feel cheated."
"Don't think of it that way," I said. "But don't jump from the frying pan into the fire."
"That's not the way that I see it," she told me. "I think that you could comfort me, honey. Oh, could you ever."
When she looked into my eyes so longingly, my will power immediately vanished. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth. Eagerly I let our tongues mesh. Every time that my tongue pressed against hers I became that much more anxious for action.
Our tongues kept on devastatingly colliding and finally she removed hers from my mouth.
"Let's go to a motel," she said, reaching out and holding my hands in hers. "Please, darling. It'll mean so much to me. I'll be a good lover."
"That's not my worry. I'm sure you'd be an excellent lover," I told her. "It's just that I'm worried, honey, worried for your own good."
"No, I'll never worry when I'm with you," she said. "Take me to a motel. I want you to make love to me."
My heart was pounding uncontrollably. On top of that my cock was standing on end. I just couldn't say no to her.
I followed her in my car to a motel a few blocks from the building where we had our offices.
I checked in, getting the key, then leading her into the motel room. All the while my heart kept pounding and a tense sweat began building both under my arms and on my forehead.
We went into the room and I put my fingers to work immediately, letting them work with blinding speed as I removed her dress.
We both started panting and as I took the dress off I could see that she was sweating just like I was.
Her body tingled and trembled as she lay back on the bed, wearing nothing more than her panties and bra. I reached out and undid her bra straps, pulling off her bra, then moving my fingers against her tits.
With great deliberation I pressed my fingers against her skin, enjoying the strokes that were developing between us. I kept on pressing against it, getting her that much hotter. I remembered how many times I had seen those lovely breasts of hers in the distance and how many times I had wondered what they looked like fully exposed. Now I had the opportunity to not only look to my heart's content, but to feel them as well. I loved her rosy red nipples and her smooth creamy white skin. It was like satin, but firm satin, as I pressed my fingers eagerly against it.
"That's nice, oh, I love the way you're touching my skin," she sighed. "I knew you wanted me, honey. Any shrewd girl can see when a guy is really wild about her. Keep up those movements. Oh, I like the way you're pressing my skin."
I kept up my flowing finger movements for the next few minutes. I then removed them from her tits. I reached down and tugged at her panties, intending to completely remove them.
"Take them off, take off my panties, I want to be stripped completely nude for you," she sighed. "Oh, I want to be yours, baby. It means so much to me. Oh, darling, lover, let's let ourselves completely go. Let's really make beautiful love. I want you to make passionate love to me. I love you so much, honey, it doesn't bother me to say it."
As I kept pulling the panties down her legs, I became that much hungrier with desire. I removed her panties, then reached out and slipped my fingers against her legs. I clutched at her trembling thighs, enjoying every movement, my heart pounding with devastating passion all the while.
I reached out with my left hand, allowing my fingers to maneuver smoothly over her pussy. I observed her red cunt hairs, which coincided with the coloring of her lovely head of hair. I toyed with her pubic mound for a while, then slipped my finger against her smooth, velvety vagina.
"You're touching me so beautifully," Terry sighed, "I knew you'd be a sensitive lover, baby. I just knew it. I knew you would be and you are. Oh, how I love what you're doing to me, dear. Oh, keep up those wonderful movements. Keep your fingers going. I love what you're doing, baby. Oh, yes, ah, that's so nice, sweetheart. Keep your fingers moving."
I continued my finger activity over her pussy for the next few minutes. I was gratified over the fact that moisture was beginning to surface on her mound from the steady movements that my fingers constantly made.
When I recognized how hot she was getting, I removed my fingers from her snatch.
"You know, I'd better take off my clothes," I laughed. "I got so carried away undressing you and playing with your beautiful body that I haven't had a chance to take off my own clothes."
"Do you want me to help you?"
"No, that might just slow things down. I want to undress as quickly as I can. I want you badly, baby."
She lay back in the middle of the bed, looking her sexiest as I quickly removed my clothing.
"I want you, how I ever want you," I exclaimed.
I removed my clothes, then threw myself into bed with her. I reached down and pressed my tongue against her left nipple.
I permitted my tongue to slip back and forth over the nipple, then reached down and exercised my teeth against it. I teased them with my teeth, getting her more agitated than ever, precipitating all kinds of passionate reactions from her.
Her body slipped eagerly back and forth and soon she began to kick her legs from the passionate movements that I was bringing to bear. I finished up on her left nipple, then moved over to her right, once more exercising my teeth.
"It's wonderful, honey, oh, I love what you're doing," she said. "Keep it going, darling. Oh, keep your tongue moving, oh, keep your teeth at work. That's nice, baby. Oh, I really do dig it."
When I finished toying with her breasts and nipples, I decided to drop my head down between her lovely legs. My fingers moved soothingly against her thighs and with great determination I began to apply my tongue to her mound.
"Oh yes, come on, suck my snatch," she said.
I could see that I was building additional fires within her beautiful body every time that I exercised my tongue on her pussy. I slipped it eagerly against her nest, moving it back and forth, covering every crevice of her snatch.
"Keep your tongue working, baby, oh, slide it over my nest," she exclaimed. "You're so good, honey. Oh, your tongue's so passionate. You're moving it so well."
Busily I kept up my pace, driving my tongue forward, propelling it against her mound in the way I hadn't sucked anybody's pussy since my wife and I broke up.
While my tongue kept on winding its way eagerly around her box, my fingers kept on moving as well. I would drive them systematically against her buttocks, liking the extra sensations that I was picking up. I felt like I had my freedom for the first time in years, I mean, it wasn't that I was living in a straight jacket or anything, it was just that I had been so busy with my work and had felt so disappointed in love that I just couldn't seem to let myself go. But now I was doing it, licking her twat eagerly, driving my tongue sharply into her mound as I moved lovely Terry that much closer to the point when she would orgasm in my mouth.
"What a suck job you're giving me," she sighed, "oh, keep pumping your tongue, darling. You really know how to race it inside my mound. You did it just right. You didn't start out real fast in the beginning. You timed yourself beautifully, then you suck me all the way. Oh, I'm gonna juice, honey, it's gonna shoot out of there right now. I want to do it, baby, oh, do I ever want to shoot inside your mouth. I'm gonna unload, baby, ah, I'm gonna really unload."
A few moments later, while my fingers caressed her breasts, Terry's pussy exploded. The juices shot into my mouth and I felt like I was in heaven.
When I completed the act of sucking, Terry looked down at my rock-hard dick. She knew the same thing that I did-that I had to get my rocks off.
"Just look at your prick," she laughed. "It's really ready for action. Do you want to unleash it against me, baby?"
"I do, but I'm a little afraid. I don't know if I ought to be getting that intimate with you."
"Don't be a fool. You want my pussy, don't you? Wouldn't you like to fuck me there?"
"You know I would."
"Then that's that."
To seal the deal, Terry reached out and slipped her tongue inside my mouth. Back and forth our tongues collided and my last bit of resistance had fallen by the wayside. Sure I could impregnate her. There was always that possibility. And certainly I would be drawing J myself in that much deeper. But at a time like that there was just no other way out. I wanted her and wanted her damned bad.
I toyed with her breasts, running my fingers over her nipples, caressing their pink loveliness. I then threw my cock into high gear. I reached out and parted her legs smoothly and slowly with my fingers, then got set to enter her with my hard, probing penis.
"I want you, oh, do I ever want to fuck you," I said hungrily.
"Slam your dick, baby. Put it in me all the way. You don't have to worry about a thing. I've had it there plenty of times before. There are no worries necessary, sweetheart. Just enjoy yourself. Just plant that prick into my mound. Give me a good solid fuck. I want your cock, baby. Oh, I really want it. Come on and fuck me, darling. Oh, come on and screw me."
While my fingers kept tantalizing her nipples, I shoved my dick into Terry's mound. I could already feel a tremendous itchiness in my balls. Just looking at her beautiful body was enough to send me into a state of wild agitation.
As I manipulated my buttocks back and forth, grinding my cock into her mound, she in turn flipped her body around, rotating her hips vigorously, meeting my every hot stroking desire.
The thing that I liked about Terry was that she had beautiful instinctive timing. She knew just how to excite me with her hip movements. I kept up my blistering attack, sending my prick forward, driving it ever deeper into her pussy.
"Fuck me," she exclaimed, "oh, do it even faster, baby. Really get that cock of yours moving. Drive it into my mound. Oh, drive it hard, my love. You can do it, sweetheart. Oh, pepper me with that hard rod. Keep slamming it, my dear."
I moved my fingers at one point from her tits to her buttocks. I kept clutching them ever so zealously, pumping my dick all the while, driving it high and hard into her mound.
"Ah, nice, nice, nice," Terry exclaimed, "keep up your pumping, honey. Oh, I like the pattern. I like the way that the action is moving. You're really sending that hot charging dick into me. Oh, grind it into me, my dear. Keep it going. Oh, keep up the fucking."
By that time I was darting my piston like penis into her with everything that I had. I gritted my teeth, heaved a deep sigh, then plunged deeper and fester. Everything I had went into every stroke as I kept up my savage penetrations, probing and grinding my dick forward, keeping up my effective pace. I slammed it into her ever so relentlessly, moving my dick that much closer to the moment when the hot juices would spray out of the end of it.
"Ah, that's good, ah, I really like the action," I sighed, "yes, baby. I am gonna juice. You're so right, honey. The hot stuff is gonna fly. Such a wonderful sensation. Oh, it's so nice."
"I'll bet your balls are itching."
"They're on fire."
"I can tell from the way you're fucking me."
"I'm gonna keep grinding it into you, darling. Oh, what grinding movements. I'll keep slamming it in there until I juice."
"Keep your dick coming," she said. "Oh, yes, baby. I like that. Ah, I really do."
My fingers kept on circulating briskly over her ass cheeks as I ground my dick that much closer to climax. A few strokes later the first few droplets of the orgasmic juice spilled out of my pecker.
"Oh, nice, nice," she sighed softly. "It's spraying, baby. It feels good."
As my jism spilled out of the end of my organ, I reached out and kissed her lips with mine. I pressed my warm lips against hers ever so firmly until the last few droplets of the load had finished spilling out of the end of my rod and into her mound.
I figured that that was it for the night. After all, I had received a beautiful fuck and had prior to that time sucked her to climax.
I was a little on the tired side. It wasn't even so much from the sex. It was from the psychological traumas I had undergone prior to the time that I had actually jumped into bed with her. It had been awfully hard for me to go all the way. I would think about Charlie and what a nice guy he had been and what he would think if he knew that I was fucking his daughter. I kept thinking about Terry and how I might be leading her down the wrong path. Here I was, taking advantage of her in a bad situation. She had broken up with her boyfriend and felt that she needed some kind of emotional security. There I was, at the right place at the right time and I wondered just how high a price I would eventually have to pay for going this far with her.
But much to my surprise, Terry wasn't through yet. She wanted some more action. As I lay there on the bed, stretching out and closing my eyes, thinking about all that had happened, I felt her fingers working over my balls.
She manipulated her fingers very slowly at first, preferring to tickle me more than anything else. But I soon found out that there was still plenty of tingle in my balls and my cock began to harden a little as she pressed her finger tips against my ball sacs.
"This is nice," she said. "I really love touching you there, baby. Oh yes, that's very nice."
She kept up her finger work over my testicles for a little while, then, as she continued to manipulate them, worked her fingers against my cock. She started out by letting them work over the tip of it, after which she moved them down the full length of my rangy pecker.
It surprised me just how much in the way of enthusiasm I still had left in my cock. Once that I had orgasmed I figured that that was it, but my thinking had been incorrect. She was probing and pumping my penis, bringing new life back into it with her fingers.
"How do you like that, baby?" she asked laughingly.
"All I can say is that my balls really itch."
"Of course they do. How does your cock feel?"
"It's as hard as concrete. Oh, your fingers are really giving it a workout."
"You're damned right they are. My ex-boyfriend used to like this, too. He said that I could take his cock even when it was lifeless and bring it back to life again in no time. I guess I've got what you'd call magic fingers. They really get the job done, don't they?"
"Oh, my balls are itching so bad it's like I could orgasm right now."
"You're not going to do that, you're going to save it for a little while."
"What do you want me to do now? Fuck you in the cunt once more?"
"Oh no, I've got a big surprise in store for you," she laughed. "You did a good job of tonguing my cunt. Well, I'm gonna return the favor, my sweet. I'm gonna turn my tongue loose on your cock. How does that grab you?"
"You don't have any hang-ups when it comes to sex, do you?"
"I sure don't. I'm interested in one thing, the pleasure I can get out of it. I'll get plenty of pleasure going down on you, baby."
The longer that she kept up her finger strokes, the itchier my cock and balls became. I knew that I would just have to start getting some friction pretty soon. If it came in the form of her tongue, then so be it.
Once more my resistance had been squelched early in the game. It had been my intention, once that I had rested a few more minutes, to talk to Terry like a Dutch uncle. I would go over all of the various pitfalls of maintaining the kind of relationship that we were involved in. Eventually, I hoped, she would see the light and that would be it. We would have no more sexual involvement. But that wasn't the way it was working out. All it took were a few finger strokes over my cock and balls and I was ready to go all over again.
Now she was working her tongue over the top of my prick and as she did so she played with my balls. Soon she was sliding her tongue more rapidly, taking in every inch of my warm, firm pecker, driving me that much closer to the point where I would be exploding inside her mouth.
Relentlessly she kept up her pace, driving her tongue up and down, pumping hard and pushing me that much closer. She kept teasing my balls with her tickling finger movements and before I knew it I was there, right on the verge of orgasm.
"I'm there, oh, I've got to burst," I sighed.
I reached out and clutched longingly at my lover's buttocks, heaving a loud sigh as the jism bolted from the end of my rod.
It was quite a blow job, one that I'll never forget. But I've still had to pay a very high price for everything that has happened.
SUMMARY
At that point in the story, my subject broke down. Robert R. had himself a lengthy cry, after which he settled back and had another cup of coffee.
"You see, here's what happened after the part of the story I described," Robert said. "I finally did break up with her. It was the most painful thing I ever had to do. We both sobbed like babies, but I couldn't see any other way out. It was terrible."
"Then you did the right thing," I replied. "You know, with many of my subjects I give them that very advice. I tell them that it's a losing game to continue a relationship like that over any period of time. But they tell me they're helpless. I have to give you credit for exercising the maturity of judgment necessary to end this relationship before either you or the girl got hurt anymore."
"But it's crushed me," he explained. "You see, the relationship lasted about six months. The longer that I had sex with her, the more intensely I came to love her. But finally I realized I was preventing her from going out with guys in her own age category. I could be warping her psyche for the rest of her life. Not only that, but it would have broken her father's heart if he had ever found out about us having sex. Who knows, he might have even gotten a gun and killed me. Charlie thought the world of that girl. So I made her understand that for the both of us we just had to end it right there."
"I admire you for taking the proper step," I told Robert. "What you've got to do is just pull yourself back together again. Have you been dating at all?"
"God, no. After all the tremendous hurts I've experienced, I'm afraid to," he said. "But then again, I'm also lonely. I've gotten to the point where I do want some female companionship. I keep thinking about Terry and my marriage, though and the more that I think, the less inclined I am to involve myself in any kind of relationship."
"You're running away from things and that isn't good," I said. "You see, that's what caused your relationship with Terry to extend for a full six months. You just didn't want to have to face the obvious facts. Now you're doing the same thing again and it's hurting you. You should at least make an attempt to go out and meet people. I think you ought to follow one basic rule, though. Try not to get carried away immediately with the first attractive girl that you meet. It seems that that has been the pattern in the past. Once she would appear, you would assume that she would be the girl for you. It doesn't necessarily work out that way. Maybe it does in the movies, where everything seems to be more clear-cut, but certainly not in real life."
"You know, you're right," he told me. "I never stopped to analyze it quite that closely. Probably because it would have hurt just too much. But I have thought of things in that context. I guess maybe I have been too much of a dreamer and not enough of a realist. I guess I will at least go out and attempt to meet some people, like you suggested. It might help me. At any rate, I guess maybe in time it would get Terry off of my mind."
"Do you see her at all now?"
"Just when she comes in to the office to see her dad. She's very nice to me, but attempts to keep a little distance between us. I told her that she would have to do that, or otherwise we'd probably be back in the same predicament we were in before. She has several boyfriends, which is of no surprise to me. She is a beautiful girl. I think the world of her. I always will."
"I think if you'll just keep in mind what I told you that things would be getting much better for you," I told Robert soothingly.
"I believe so, too. Like you said. You've got to keep trying."
Robert phoned me several weeks ago, telling me that he had found a woman a few years younger than himself that he was dating. He told me this time, however, he was going to go very slow. And he had adopted a philosophical attitude. If things didn't work out in this instance, then so be it. He wouldn't allow himself to be thrown head over heels into a situation where he would experience great disappointment.
The subject of Case Five, Mary T., involves a woman whose girlish infatuation with a man led her from admiration to sexual lust.
Although she was mature in many respects, her immaturity caused her to become a lot more carried away with her infatuation than she should otherwise have been.
The story of Mary should be closely evaluated for two basic reasons. One is that of what prompts a beautiful young intellectual like Mary to be driven passionately toward an older man. The other is the significance attached to the man and the acts of temptations that befall him. One can readily discern in examining Carl's actions how difficult it was for him to first succumb to Mary's charms then, after having done so, to continue the relationship in the face of the possibility of being found out.
Pretty soon both parties in the affair were at a tense crossroads. Carl was passionately drawn toward Mary and wanted to continue the association for sexual reasons. But, on the same token, he recognized his responsibilities toward his wife and family and felt waves of guilt as a result of his conduct
The more drawn out the relationship became the more difficult it became for Carl to break it off, even though he knew he ultimately had to.
One of the basic problems examined in the case is the existent to which people can go in drawing away from what they actually know to be the right course of action. Both Mary and Carl did a good deal of rationalizing as a means of telling themselves that they were doing right rather than wrong.
As a psychological study, Mary's case would have to be one of the most fascinating with which I have ever come to grips.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Mary T. was a lovely, brown-haired girl of seventeen.
She was extremely bright in all of her classes and hoped some day to become either a scientist or a doctor. She was one of the top students in her state in the sciences. After excelling in biology early in her high school career, she then developed a fascination for chemistry.
The man with whom she worked very closely in both subjects was a teacher by the name of Carl, for whom she had the greatest admiration. Even though one cannot help but admire Mary for both her intellect and her beauty, one can also see a good deal of confusion running rampant in her life at the present time.
Mary's story follows as told in her own words:
I guess a lot of the guys at school think that I'm something of a drip, even though I'm beautiful. What makes them think that? Well, I'm not a frivolous easy mark like so many of the girls in my senior class. They get around these guys and start giggling like they're ten years old or something. It makes you wonder if they're ever going to grow up.
I'm different and I'm proud of that fact. Yes, I'm gonna make something of my life. A lot of these girls look forward to doing nothing more than changing diapers and fixing meals for their husbands. I might get married, perhaps I will some day, but that isn't first in my mind by a long shot. The thing that I'm really interested in doing is contributing something to mankind. I've got a good mind and I'd like it to be challenged. That's why I'd like to be either a scientist or a doctor.
Sure, I've dated a number of guys, but mainly guys that are in college. I'm turned off by most of the kids in high school. That's exactly what I think of them. They're kids as far as I'm concerned. And these guys like to get around in groups and talk about all the conquests they've made with the girls on campus. There's not much talking that they can do about me.
The man that I really love is a lot older than I am. I just wish that I could marry him. Who knows, maybe someday I will get that chance. Even though he's married and has kids, he might very well divorce his wife in time. You just don't know. I know one thing, though. He thinks a lot of me and I think a lot of him.
My instructor, Carl, is forty-two years old and for a long time he kept our relationship strictly on a platonic level. He has a wife and four kids and he's forced to live in a pretty humble manner since he doesn't make all that much teaching in school. When he saw how turned on I was with biology when I was in the tenth grade, he gave me plenty of extra help. We'd stay after school for an hour or two and he would work with me very closely. I would thank him and he would just tell me that he considered it his duty to cultivate a good mind and to try and provide extra interest and knowledge for somebody who was interested in the sciences.
It wasn't until I had known him for better than a year that I realized I was in love with him. You see, I used to attribute my feelings toward him as nothing more than admiration for a man who was knowledgeable in areas where I wanted to know a lot more. But when I would find myself looking at him for long periods of time, just staring into his deep blue eyes, I started getting a different impression. I could see that I thought a lot of him. He was more than just an instructor to me.
One weekend I was selected to go away to a special convention bringing together the top students of the various schools in the area in the sciences. Carl nominated me, then offered to take me with him, since the instructors were holding another convention concurrently with ours.
He drove me to the convention, which was out in Fresno and we stayed at the motel where all of the festivities were being held. He had a room which was right next to mine.
I thought I noticed a little something peculiar about the way that he was acting as we drove to Fresno. He looked at me and seemed to kind of tense up. I wondered if it could be what I was thinking, that he had the same kind of squeamish feeling about me that I had about him.
The first evening that we were there, he knocked on my door as I was studying my chemistry.
"Yes?" I said.
"It's Carl, can I come in?"
"Just a moment, please."
At that time I was wearing nothing more than my panties and bra. I got up and walked toward the closet, throwing on a robe.
"You can come in now," I said.
Carl came in and sat down in a chair near the bed. He began talking about chemistry and about how much I could learn at the convention. Then all of a sudden I looked down at his crotch. I got a perfect indication of where his mind actually was. He might have been talking to me about the convention, but his nervous energy was only too evident. He wanted .me.
I wondered just how far he would go. I knew of cases in which men would just sit and talk to women. They figured that they could at least derive some satisfaction from just conversing with a woman they happened to like an awful lot. Maybe Carl would be satisfied with just that. But, then again, it was possible also that he would want to do more.
I had the feeling that the poor guy was split down the middle. Here he had this great admiration for me which I figured he might want to transmit into actual lovemaking. But, on the other hand, I imagine he would think time and again about the wife and the kids at home. It presented him with a terrible dilemma, one that he would have all kinds of difficulty wiggling his way out of.
We kept talking and the longer that he conversed, the more his voice started to tremble. I noticed then that he began racing in conversation. Usually he talked slowly and calmly, but now he was jumpy.
After he had been in the room about an hour, he jumped up from the chair and walked over toward the bed. I was sitting on the edge of it, as he came closer. My body tensed.
"What's the use," he sighed, "I want to kiss you. I really do."
He threw his arms around me, then permitted his lips to press ever so fondly against mine.
It felt good to have his warm arms wrapped around my body. The longer that his thick red lips pressed against mine, the hotter that my pussy began to feel. I was really smoldering between my legs, warming up to his passionate kiss.
He turned loose of my lips, then shook his head in a confused fashion.
"I can't get over it," he said. "I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. I'm very sorry. I guess I'd better leave."
I didn't want him to leave by that point. He wanted to do what he considered to be the honorable thing, but I wanted him to stay. This time I realized I had to take a little bit of initiative. I jumped up from the bed and threw my arms around him, sliding my tongue inside Carl's mouth.
I guess I didn't really realize until that moment just how badly I wanted him. I kept clutching to his body ever so eagerly, determined to have him, determined to wear down his resistance. The poor guy was caught right in the middle. His physical side wanted to express itself, but a large part of his emotional side was holding back, thinking that he would be doing something wrong.
I let my tongue continue to collide with his. At first he just stood there startledly, but before long he was matching me stroke for stroke, letting his tongue continue to plunge against mine as the activity developed.
When he finally removed his tongue from my mouth, he looked at me longingly.
"You know me pretty well," he said. "Do you know how much I think of you?"
"I certainly do. I feel the same way. Don't leave, honey. It would be terrible. You know that you want to stay. You know you want to make love to me."
"I know what I want to do, but that still doesn't necessarily make it right."
"Of course it's right for you. It's right for both of us. I should have realized it a long time ago. You're my kind of man, not those kids at school. Not those silly little goof-offs."
As he stood stiffly next to the bed, looking at me like a frozen storeroom window dummy, I began to take off my robe. I undid the sash, then let it fall from my body to the floor.
When he saw me standing there in my dazzling white panties and bra, it really jarred him. I saw his body quiver as he looked at my form.
He had practically been hypnotized by the developing circumstances. Those two hot, timely kisses had gotten him hot, but he was still trying to play it very noble. I'm sure that every second thoughts would flash into his mind about what a terrible tyrant he would be if he ever made love to me. I'm sure he kept thinking about his wife and the kids back home. But his sensual side was seething, ready to ignite at the least notice.
I figured that if I stripped completely for him, that that would get him so steamed up that there would be no turning back. Now I had made my mind up. After a good deal of vacillating, I had decided that I was definitely going to have this wonderful, handsome guy who happened to be not only my teacher but my inspiration in life.
As I pried at my bra, undoing the straps which held it together, his eyes mushroomed as he looked toward my breasts.
He loved looking at them. It wasn't difficult to see that. I also thought that I saw some of the tension leaving him. He didn't seem to be standing quite as stiffly as he was before. He was beginning to relax just a little, enough to where he was able to comprehend what was happening with me.
He kept looking at me as I undid my bra and let it fall to the floor. I was proud of my beautiful breasts and I flipped my body back and forth a few times, letting them dance ceremoniously so that he would get a good look at them.
I worked my fingers down toward my panties. My next step was to remove them, to give him his first look at me utterly nude. I wanted to give him every opportunity to go wild.
As my fingers clutched against the elastic of my panties and I began to pull them down, I could see Carl straining to get the best look possible. He moved his head forward, staring at me, watching as I let my panties slide down my legs.
I deliberately wanted to let the panties move down my legs slowly. I wasn't trying to cock tease him. I just felt that if I stretched things out and made the ceremony slow, he would get that much more excited, which was what I wanted. I wanted to throw all his inhibitions away, to get him to the point where he would forget about his hang-ups.
The panties kept sliding down my trim legs and when I dropped them all the way to my ankles, to where he had a good look at my pussy, he heaved a loud sigh. I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He wrinkled his brow, displaying the sensual tension that he felt inside him.
I stepped out of my panties, then slid my body back inside the bed. I stretched my legs, then reached out with my left hand and let my finger tips glide slowly against my pussy. It felt good to stroke myself and as he stood there looking at me, I watched him gulp. I could see how much he wanted me.
"Let's not kid ourselves," I said to him. "Take off your trousers. Make yourself comfortable. Strip, baby. You want me and I want you. Let's do something about it right now. Let's make beautiful wild love, darling."
Carl said nothing, but he quickly responded to my cue. He began to speedily remove his clothes. I could tell from his short, jerky hand movements just how eager he was to get his clothes off. He would tug at his shirt, angry that it just wouldn't pull off at one stroke, perturbed that he had to undo all the buttons before removing it.
He finally got his shirt off, however and after that he tugged at his trousers, removing them as well. A few moments later he was completely nude and as he showed me his huge cock, I could see how excited he was. He couldn't fool me as long as he had a hard-on like that.
"I don't know, I think I might be doing something terrible wrong," Carl said.
"Don't even think that, honey," I told him. "Let's go, baby. Jump into bed with me."
Carl threw his body in bed next to mine. He delivered his lips against mine several times in rapid succession enjoying the short, plunging kisses.
When he removed his lips from my mouth, he reached down with his right hand and began to stroke my pussy.
"You're learning," I laughed. "You saw me do it and I guess that got you plenty excited. Oh yes, stroke my mound, baby. You know how to excite me. That'll really do it. Play with my pussy, sweetheart. Oh yes, I like those movements."
He worked his fingers briskly around my mound and I figured that it was time for me to return the favor. I reached out and began to tug at his balls. I began slowly, but soon my fingers were working furiously, driving with great
speed and skill around his testicles.
"How do you like that, honey?" I asked.
"It feels so good, darling. Oh, my balls are really on fire. Your fingers are doing such a superb job on them. Keep the fingers moving, baby. Oh, yes, that's nice. That's real nice."
"I notice when I start working my fingers faster over your balls, you then start moving your fingers that much faster over my pussy."
"Yeah, that's true. We are making good time together. I guess it's like in the classroom. We're just a great team, that's all there is to it."
"That's what I was trying to tell you. Let's just keep the fingers working. Oh, yes, there are all kinds of sensations, to be had."
We kept up our spirited movements, driving our fingers wildly, moving one another that much closer to a dramatic climax.
I wanted to stop at the point where I felt my pussy needed some release. I wanted to feel Carl's tongue pressing inside my mound. I already was experiencing a little moisture from all of the finger efforts that were being brought to bear. I needed to get my mound off, to be sucked into a magnificent orgasm.
When I removed my fingers from Carl's it was to get them working over his cock. I really pumped up and down it, sliding my fingers eagerly, driving them with great conviction up and down his solid rod.
"I'm really getting turned on," Carl sighed. "Oh, a person can't take too much of that kind of action. Your fingers are moving like fire, honey. Oh, they're moving like blazes. I really like that action. Sweetheart, oh, just keep it going. Yes, oh, what sensations."
"I'm feeling the same thing in my pussy," I exclaimed. "I know too, my dear, that we're going to have to stop pretty soon. I'm going to have to get my pussy sucked. Do you like to suck cunt?"
"If it's the right one I do," he laughed, "and yours is definitely that, sweetheart."
"I'll tell you something, darling. I want you to suck my cunt. I really do. I wonder if you'd like me to suck your cock at the same time?"
"That would be a show of unity," Carl exclaimed. "A beautiful sixty-nine. Yes, I'd like that, I really would."
"Then let's do that. Let's have a beautiful sixty-nine."
I removed my fingers from his cock when I figured that I couldn't hold out any longer. I wanted to get my juices off, to explode inside his mouth.
"Let's get going, baby," I said, spreading my legs.
"I will if you will."
"You've got a deal."
I immediately sank my tongue against his hot bulging testicles. I could tell from the way that his body wiggled right from the first stroke just how horny he was. I knew that it wouldn't take us very long before we would unleash our juices.
As my tongue continued to wiggle with devastating passion against his bails, he went to work on my pussy, letting his tongue work freely. He drove it at a quick pace, letting it sink ever deeper into my mound, driving it quickly.
I enjoyed the pace he was setting and as he kept up his burning tongue sensations inside my snatch, I worked my tongue quickly against his cock. I drove it frantically, pushing it up and down the full length of his prick. While I kept up those probing tongue movements against his cock, I relentlessly fingered his balls. I wanted to give Carl every hot sensation. I figured that if I threw caution to the winds and gave him lots of passionate movement, he would forget about his fears. I didn't want him to have any more hang-ups about fucking with me.
We wound our way quickly to a spirited climax. His tongue kept on darting inside my mound and my tongue kept working up and down the full length of his huge prick. I could see just how close he was to unleashing every droplet of his hot juice inside my mouth.
I kept up my assault on his cock, enjoying it every time that his body would twist. I liked the fact that I had gotten him to change his mind. Whereas earlier he had been fearful about the idea of having sex with me, he had now not only adjusted to that inevitability. He had also driven his cock to a wild state of agitation wherein all he could think of was getting his rocks off.
His tongue tore relentlessly into my pussy lining and finally he caused me to juice, swallowing every droplet of the hot liquid that spilled out of my pussy and into his waiting mouth.
After he swallowed the final few droplets of juice, I was filled with an overwhelming desire to follow his act by swallowing his hot cock juice. So I kept up my sucking, driving my tongue quickly against his long cock.
A few strokes later, he gave way. The hot white juices began to shoot out of the end of his long prick.
The hot white semen kept spilling out of there, splashing into my mouth and I gobbled it with every bit of enthusiasm that I possessed.
He withdrew his tongue from my mound after I had orgasmed and heaved a loud sigh, exclaiming:
"Come on, honey. Oh, it's spilling out of me. Make sure you eat it. Go after every drop of the hot stuff. I want it, baby, I want it to spill into your mouth. It's important to me to have you eat every drop of it. Oh, sweetheart, this is great, come on, honey, swallow every bit of it."
I followed Carl's advice. Not that I really needed it. I had wanted to suck his cock clean and that was precisely what I went ahead and did. I gobbled up every droplet of his hot cock juice, then removed my tongue from his dick.
Since I had done such a good job of sucking him off and since he had received a good hot load from me by sucking my pussy so well, I figured that we would be rejoicing in the aftermath. But that wasn't the way it turned out. The moment that I withdrew my tongue from his cock, I could see that Carl had an upset look on his face. He looked like a little boy who had just gotten caught with his hands in the cookie jar. He was feeling guilty.
"I can't ever allow myself to get carried away like that again," he gulped, walking over and quickly beginning to put his clothes back on.
"Is that the way you really feel, honey?" I asked, hurt by his response.
"I do. I'm a married man with kids. I did a terrible thing."
"Oh, no, you shouldn't have felt that way about it."
"I'm sorry but I do. I have a conscience. No, I shouldn't have gotten carried away, even if I did feel this strong attraction toward you."
"That hurts me to have you take that attitude, my dear."
"It's certainly nothing against you. Indeed, if you didn't possess such overpowering attractiveness I never would have had sex with you in the first place."
He left my room a few minutes later without saying another word. I couldn't help but cry a little after he was gone. It broke me up that he couldn't adjust to his feeling for me any better than he could. As for me, I understood the full significance of what I felt toward him and I wasn't about to change.
The next day at the convention, I noticed that Carl was a little more distant toward me than he had been the day before. He was definitely afraid to express himself. He was probably fearful that he would have to have sex with me again. At least that was the way that I analyzed it.
He took me to dinner that evening. As he walked me back to my room, I looked at him and smiled.
"I do love you," I said.
Spontaneously I let my lips sink against his. As our lips remained pressed firmly together, I could see that the excitement he had felt before was once more a direct part of him.
When I turned my lips loose from his, I looked at him and suggested:
"Why don't you come into my room for a little while?"
"Here we go again," he replied, a little fearfully.
"Don't let it bother you, honey. We feel strongly for each other. Let's not be hypocrites."
He weighed my words for a few moments, then walked into my room with me. He never said another word about what I had said. I guess he figured, though, that it made a lot of sense.
The first thing that Carl did when we got inside my room was to take off his clothes. I could see that he was undressing every bit as quickly as he had the night before. It was my feeling that he was no doubt every bit as hungry for some sexual communication as he had been the evening before.
He kept looking over at me, observing me as I got further and further along with my undressing act. When I finally showed him my beautiful nude body, he moved over toward me and let his fingers press against my breasts.
"I got so carried away so fast last night that I didn't really have a chance to touch these gorgeous breasts the way I should have," he told me.
"It feels good when you press against my flesh like that."
"Of course it does. I have a lot of feeling for you, my dear."
He kept on eagerly clutching against my tits, enjoying the fervent strokes that his fingers were making. He kept pressing against my body and when he finally removed his fingers from my tits, he let them maneuver against my buttocks.
"Oh, you've got gorgeous ass cheeks, too," he exclaimed.
After he had fingered my buttocks for a few minutes, he withdrew his fingers from them. He threw his body into bed, reaching out and pumping up and down on his rigid penis.
"Oh, I'm itching," he told me. "I've got to have you."
He threw his arms around me, then directed his tongue toward my left breast. With stirring determination he drove his tongue relentlessly, plunging it around my hot tit. As his tongue kept on licking my left breast, he used the fingers of both hands to caress my right. He then repeated the same movements, after which he reached out and let his fingers clutch against my thighs.
"You've got such lovely legs," he told me.
As Carl continued to let his fingers maneuver over my thighs, I reached out and permitted my fingers to maneuver over his cock. I worked my fingers up and down it, enjoying the sensations that I was receiving both ways, both from the finger action on his cock and from the action he was giving me.
"I've got to get inside your snatch," he told me. I've got to fuck your pussy, lover."
"Oh, I want you to have me," I told him, twisting my ass cheeks relentlessly.
"Hang on, sweetheart, oh, I'm gonna plunge my cock into you. I'm gonna really stab you with my hot dick. What sensations I'm gonna give you."
"Please fuck me, darling. Oh, slide your cock inside my mound. I really want it. Oh, I really need it, baby. Yes, darling, put it to work. Oh, how I need it. How I need your hot cock. I need you inside of me. It makes me feel so good. Let's go, baby. Let's not waste any time, I need you so bad. Oh, do I ever."
Carl leaned forward and slipped his tongue inside my mouth. While we eagerly Frenched, he got set to slip his penis inside my pussy.
I flipped my buttocks back and forth, wanting to set my body into beautiful motion. I knew that if I kept up a nice rhythm, he would be that much more enthused about the idea of fucking my hot snatch.
He finally removed his tongue from my mouth, then let his cock slide forward. He pierced me with it, entering me with one hot, sizzling forward stroke.
When he flipped his cock passionately inside my mound, my whole body came unglued. My legs and arms trembled as he fucked me, plunging his cock forward, driving it devastatingly inside my mound.
"Oh, I want you, I want you," he sighed.
While his cock kept on darting inside my hot, moist pussy, he let his fingers move smoothly and flowingly through my hair.
"Keep up the fucking," I called out. "Oh, baby, you really know how to slide your cock inside my pussy. Keep driving it into me, baby. Oh, keep up those splendid movements. I want it, honey. Oh, do I ever want the action."
He reached out and with his quivering fingers, slapped at my ass cheeks. Carl wanted to derive every bit of passionate satisfaction that he could from me in the course of our beautiful sex act.
All the while I kept tightening my cunt muscles, doing the best I could to give Carl his best ever fuck. I wanted him to screw me in such a way that it would be unforgettable. If I gave him an unforgettable screw, then he would want to come back for more. I not only wanted Carl that evening, I wanted to have him all the time, on a regular basis. It made me feel good whenever his fingers would reach out and slap against my ass cheeks. He was getting extra hot, grinding his cock-ever deeper into my mound, pushing and plunging it into my pussy. With great conviction he kept on stabbing away, sending his cock ever deeper into my snatch.
"Fuck it, fuck it," I called out. "Oh, plant it in my pussy. Oh, baby, I can't take it anymore. I'm exploding, honey, oh, yes I am."
At that point I began to juice. I could see that Carl was heavily influenced by my orgasm. It made him that much more eager to climax. His fingers slapped against my ass cheeks a few more times, after which he heaved a loud sigh. At that point the hot spurts of white jism began to spill out of the end of his huge pecker.
"Oh, I'm there, I'm there, I'm there," he said in celebrated tones. "I never thought anything could be this beautiful. Oh, what a pussy you've got, baby. You knew just how to tighten your cunt muscles. What a screw you gave me."
This time he left my room in a more contented frame of mind. It made me happy. I could see that he had finally been able to adjust at least to some extent to the fucking with me.
I don't ever want to let Carl go. I love him too much. Eventually I'll just have to tell him that in the interests of both of us he should break up with his wife. I know he doesn't have any intention of doing that, but if I have my way then maybe that will happen in time.
SUMMARY
I was disturbed over the determined tones in which young Mary T. spoke. I could see that she was not doing herself any good, and most certainly, she wasn't doing her instructor Carl any good either.
"Are you really serious about making Carl choose between you and his wife?" I asked Mary.
"I guess I am," she said, only this time there was confusion in her tone. "I go back and forth. It's really hard to say. It's a confusing ordeal."
"Do you get the feeling that your lover is confused as well?"
"Carl is very confused by all of this," she nodded. "But we both love each other so much we want to continue having sex."
"Did it ever occur to you that it would be better for both of you if you broke up?"
"We both thought of that," she nodded, "especially Carl. He figures he's got so much to lose if he keeps up the relationship with me. He does feel guilty. He tells me that he feels more guilty about our affair from the standpoint of the kids than from the standpoint of his wife. He figures maybe she could take it, but the kids couldn't."
"Doesn't this have any effect on you?"
"You mean knowing about the situation with the kids?"
"That's right."
"Yes, it does," she admitted. "I'm really torn between two objectives. I want to do the right thing, but, then again, I'm very much in love with Carl as well."
"Did you ever stop to think about the vast difference in your ages?" I asked. "I mean, you have plenty in common with him now. You're a mature young woman and he's your instructor. So you think that the situation will remain that way. The better you got to know him in other areas, the more you'd find you didn't have in common with him."
"You mean because of the difference in age?"
"That's exactly what I mean," I told her.
"He's said that too," she shook her head. "I don't really know what to think. All I know is that I love him."
"If you really do love him, it would be a good idea for you to suggest an end to your sexual relationship," I said. "If you continue the relationship, somebody is going to get hurt badly. Probably all of you will get hurt by the time everything comes to an end."
"You could be right," she said, "but right now I just can't give him up. Maybe some time later."
"But you've told yourself that many times, I'd be prepared to say."
"That's true. I have. Maybe I'm just not willing to give him up. Maybe that's why I keep making those comments."
"That's what I'm inclined to think."
"I don't know. I just can't say. It's a terrible feeling. It really is."
"Then here's what I would suggest. I would suggest that you give this a lot of thought, talk it over with him and try and resolve it as soon as possible. The longer that you procrastinate, the more that things are strung out, the harder it is going to be for all of you. That's just the way it's going to be. I know that from having talked to a number of people. Remember, this is my business.
"I respect your judgment. It's just that I'm caught in a real trap. You see, I want Carl, I love him. I love working with him in the laboratory. He's such a wonderful, decent guy."
"Then keep him as your inspiration and continue working with him in the laboratory, but stop having sex with him. And if you can't deal with him in that manner, then it would be better not to deal with him at all. I mean if it's that much of a temptation for you."
"I don't know whether I could deal with him outside of sex now that I've had him so many times," she said sincerely. "It's really hard for me to resolve. I will discuss this matter with him, though. I'll just see if we can't come to some kind of an understanding."
"You're heading for trouble if you don't try and resolve this matter as soon as you can," I warned her.
"I guess you're right," she agreed.
A few weeks later, Mary came to visit me in my office.
"It's done with, I gave him up," she said. "It was very hard to do, but I did it. You know what changed my mind? It was seeing those kids. I met them one evening when they had an open house at the school. I could see the kids and the way that his wife admired him. I figured that I'd have to be a terrible, heel to continue our relationship like that."
"How have you been adjusting?" I asked.
"Well, I'm going out with a college sophomore. He wants to become a doctor, so we've got a little in common. I don't begin to feel toward him what I did for Carl, but you never know. Something could develop. If not with this guy, maybe with someone else."
"I'm very happy that you made such an intelligent decision," I said. "This is going to help you greatly. As a matter of fact, in future years when you look back on these days, you're going to find that you made a wise decision. You'll realize it more as you get older than you do right now."
"Maybe you're right. I don't know. My head's swimming so fast it's hard for me to say. I still think about the wonderful times that I had with Carl and it makes me feel kind of bad that I'm not having sex with him anymore. I try and dismiss those thoughts as fast as I can. I'll say one thing. I'm not feeling the same way about it now as I did before."
"That's good," I said. "I think you've made an intelligent adjustment. You did the right thing."
When Mary left my office, I reflected for several moments on what she had revealed. She was gaining in maturity and insight I could see. She had been able to face up to a problem that a lot of people considerably older than herself would have been unable to confront in such a mature fashion.
It is my confident feeling that Marry T. will eventually meet the right man and get married. She no doubt will also have a successful career. But it was imperative for her to take the step that she did when she took it.
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