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Swinging Parents - Their Willing Children ....(78k)    by Unknown

"Like mother like daughter-Like father like son," are common sayings that illustrate our knowledge of the fact that parents undoubtedly exert the greatest influence on the growing child's personality. However, these maxims prove to be rather shortsighted insofar as they do not seem to take into consideration that different children respond differently to the same stimulii.

This, perhaps, is the most important lesson to be learned from the following case histories. The common denominator among the patients cited is the fact that they had promiscuous parents. However, the way they responded to their mothers' or fathers' sexual behavior differed, depending on the personality and predisposition of each individual subject.

For example, there is Debbie, sexually experienced but emotionally naive. "The problem doctor,is that it doesn't seem possible for me to find sexual fulfillment unless I'm doing it with more than one person at a time!"

Or Pamela. . .the famous child actress who loved to go to bed with older men. "I lost my virginity at the age of eight.. .to my mother's lover."

Or Dean. . .young and impressionable, he witnessed his father and mother having sex with a neighbor. Dean knew about swinging, but he had no idea what S&M games were all about. . .and certainly not that his mother and father played them. Could this have been the start of his compulsion to rape?

The mind is a curious and fascinated thing. It can react in many ways. The degree to which we understand what alters normal development is directly related to the speed with which we will be able to isolate and cure emotional illness.

CASE HISTORY ONE

Subject: Debbie D. Age: Twenty-two

INTERVIEW ONE

Although Debbie came to me for theraputic help well past the age where she would be considered a child, her problem, as so often is the case, turned to be one that originated early in her childhood and manifested itself sexually well before she had reached the age of consent. It is for this reason that I had chosen to include her case history in this volume dealing with adult-child physical relationships.

Even before we had spoken, it was obvious to me that a great deal of the child still lived on in Debbie. As she timidly entered my office

for her first visit it occurred to me that had I not already known her correct age of twenty-two, it would have been easy to mistake the young lady for a high school girl of about sixteen or seventeen.

Debbie's long, auburn hair was parted in the center and fastened with rubber bands into pigtails behind her ears. She wore no makeup but the palest shade of lipstick and the expression of "poor little lamb" could not have been more applicable to anyone of my acquaintance.

At my invitation she seated herself primly on the edge of a chair, smoothed her pleated skirt around her thighs and pressed her knees very tightly together almost as though she were unconsciously trying to protect what was above them.

"What seems to be the matter?" I asked, when a few moments of silence had passed between us.

The color rose quickly up to darken her cheeks. She cleared her throat and spoke in a barely audible tone of voice.

"The problem. ... is a sexual one," she said.

"Yes ... "

"I mean ... it's a very special sexual problem. I'm afraid you're going to tell me that I'm crazy and have me put away if I tell you about it."

"Not likely," I answered quickly, accustomed to patients thinking the very worst about themselves. "You don't seem like the violent or dangerous type to me. Are you?"

I thought I saw the faintest softening of relief around the corners of her mouth as I said that.

"No," she answered, still practically whispering. "I'm not dangerous ... that is not to anyone but myself."

"In what way?"

Debbie gulped visibly and stared at her folded hands. "The problem, doctor, is that I can't seem to enjoy ... well.....that is, it doesn't seem possible for me to find sexual fulfillment ... unless I'm ... doing it ... with more than one person at a time."

Having forced out those words, Debbie sighed deeply and seemed to fall backward into the protective arms of the leather wing chair.

"Well, doctor ... what do you say now? Do you think that I'm nuts?"

I smiled, knowing from long experience that this was my cue to be reassuring which, at this point, I felt I could accomplish with honesty. "No, Debbie, I don't think you're nuts. In my profession I see many young women, such as yourself who have difficulties adjusting to the so-called norms of our culture's sexual behavior. I'm not here to judge you, though, but to help you to try and understand the origins of this behavior. That means, you will have to tell me about your sexual experiences going as far back as you can remember. Are you ready to begin?"

For the first time since the beginning of the interview, Debbie's gaze met mine. I noticed an unmistakable glint of optimism there.

"All right, doctor, I'll try my best."

"That's all we can ask for."

My first sexual experience, if you can call such a thing of sexual experience, was at the age of ten ... and it was as a peeping Tom.

I had always had a problem falling asleep at night.. to this day, the slightest noise is enough to awaken me ... but on that particular night it seemed to be harder than ever to drift off because I kept hearing these noises coming from down the hall. Of course, thinking back on it now, those noises weren't so strange at all ... but to a ten year-old, the sounds of people in the midst of passionate lovemaking can be confusing and upsetting.

After a few minutes curiosity overcame the fear I had first felt and I decided to tip-toe down the hall to see what was going on.

I'll never forget it as long as I live, doctor. The lights in the house were out and the hallway was pitch black. I trembled violently as I made my way down toward where the sounds were coming from. I could see the shafts of light coming out from under the door and then, as I got closer to the room, the keyhole, also, became illuminated.

The grunts and groans grew louder as I approached the bedroom. Sounds that seemed like painful anguish drifted out toward me and I wondered what could possibly be happening to my mother in there.

Holding my breath and feeling the pounding of my own heart painful against my ribs, I closed one eye and squinted through the other to peek inside.

The saliva caught in my throat and my mouth went dry at the sight before me.

My mother was lying on her back in the middle of their double bed. Her nightgown was bunched up above her waist and her naked legs were spread wide, revealing a dark, triangular bush between her thighs.

Roger, my stepfather, was also naked, on his knees between hers. His fingers were toying with a glistening pink slit buried in my mother's bush of hair. Each time his finger would disappear into the slippery opening, my mother would gasp loudly and arch her hips high up off the mattress.

I could hardly believe what I was seeing right - in front ofKme. Naturally, I knew that there was a fundamental difference between boys and girls ... but this was the very first time that I had seen a naked adult, of either sex, and I found the sight startling and upsetting at the same time.

Roger pulled his fingers out suddenly and sat back on his haunches. As soon as he had changed his position, I had a perfectly clear side view of his penis.

It was huge and frightening for a ten year-old to gaze upon. Because of the opportunities I had to view the thing close-up, later on, I can tell you with certainty that Roger's organ was easily ten inches long and about two inches thick. Little did I know then, that such a scary-looking pole would be capable to giving me so much pleasure.

Well, to get back to that night ... Roger had stopped fingering my mother and started to play with his own tool. My little eyes must have widened to twice their size as I watched him wrap his hand around it and start to jerk his thing back and forth.

"Please, Roger.....darling," I heard my mother say. ... and even from that distance as I stood outside in the hallway, I could clearly see that her gaze was fixed on her husband's huge, throbbing rod. "Please," she continued, in a breathy tone of voice that was hardly recognizable to me as her own, "don't make me wait any longer. Please don't make me beg for it."

Roger didn't answer right away. At first he seemed to be preoccupied with stroking his hard flesh. Then, suddenly, he leaned forward, slid his free hand up underneath my mother's bodice and squeezed her breast. "You're really ready, June, aren't you!"

"You know I am," my mother answered, reaching down between her milky white thighs and sliding one her fingers into her wet slit.

"Oh no you don't" Roger said, slapping her hand away and replacing it with his own. "I want you so hot and bothered you'll be willing to do anything."

The expression on mom's face grew tense. "You know I can't. ... do that!"

"Why the hell not?" Roger demanded, moving up on his knees a little closer to her while, all the time, waving his erect penis in front of him like a harpoon. "Come on, baby ... everybody does it now ... plenty of guys I know get blow-jobs from their wives."

"Be quiet ... do you want Debbie to hear you?"

"Don't give me that crappy excuse," Roger snapped. "You know the kid's all the way down at the other end of the hall. Now ... are you going to come across or do we call it a night?"

"You wouldn't!"

"Try me," Roger warned, and with that, he pulled his fingers out of mom's hole and started to back away on his knees.

Mom's hand darted out and closed around his thick penis. "If I had known about this before we were married ... "

"Cut the crap and put up or shut up, June," Roger barked. "It's been over a year already that I've been trying to get you to act like a woman should. I'm getting pretty tired of being turned down."

"Okay." Mom's voice sounded very soft and sad. "I'll try. But I don't make any promises."

"Yeah, yeah, I know all about it," Roger said as he rolled over onto his back and gave his tool a couple of rapid strokes before letting go.

Mom crawled up onto her knees and changed positions with him, kneeling between Roger's legs very much like he had been doing moments ago. As she bent down toward his rigid penis, her thighs spread wide open and I had a plain view of her buttocks, her naked thighs, and the thick patch of hair between them.

Her vagina seemed to gape wide open as she bent lower toward Roger's throbbing erection. Without thinking about what I was doing, I reached down between my own little thighs and started to stroke the hairless triangle of my ten year-old crotch.

I'll never forget the shudder that passed through my body as I reached inside my pajama bottoms and pressed the tips of my fingers against my smooth vulva. For the very first time I experienced the electric charge of sexual excitement ... a feeling that I will never seem to have enough of if I live to be a hundred ... at least the way things have been going for the last couple of years.

But to get back to my story. ...

"Okay baby, kiss it," Roger ordered.

Mother seemed to hesitate, her lips barely inches away from the head of his dick ... which was deep red and swollen with excitement.

"I said kiss it!" he snapped. And with that, he twisted his thick fingers into mom's hair and pulled her head forward and down.

She must have had to stretch her mouth all the way open to get the head of his thing in past her lips ... but it seemed that after only a fraction of a second she pulled back.

"I ... I can't," she gasped tearfully.

Roger just stared menacingly at her.

Once again, mom leaned downward. This time, she puckered her lips and kissed the tip of Roger's dick.

Roger groaned loudly. "Yeah, that's good ... don't stop, honey. You're going to get the hang of it now. Don't stop."

I saw mom take a deep breath before she kissed his tool once again.

"Lick it up and down. Make it good and wet."

"Then will you ... "

"Sure, sure. Anything you say. Just do what I tell you now. Lick it up and down."

Mom extended her tongue and started to lap along the underside of Roger's heavily-veined penis. The more she licked the louder he moaned until, suddenly, he grabbed her skull with both hands and forced her mouth down over the tip of his stiff shaft.

I saw the muscles in my mother's body tense as she tried to get away ... but her strength was no match for Roger's. Slowly but forcefully he pulled her head down further and further until his stiff dick had half disappeared down my mother's throat.

He didn't let her go until she started to choke.

"See, I told you it wasn't going to work!" my mother rasped, tears streaming down her cheeks as she fought to catch her breath.

"I'm sorry honey," Roger crooned, in a tone of voice I had heard many times before when he wanted to get back on mom's good side. "It's just that I got so excited I got carried away. Come on back. I won't hold your head any more."

"No ... I don't want to. Let's do it the regular way now."

Roger clenched his teeth. "You heard what I said, June," he snarled. "You don't get yours until I get mine first."

"That's blackmail!"

"I don't give a shit what you call it. Now get down there and start sucking!"

Mom's shoulders dropped and the strength of will seemed to leave her. Resolutely she bent back over and took Roger's dick in both her hands.

"That-a-girl," he murmured, stroking the back of her neck while he arched himself up toward her parted lips. "Just take it all in."

"You won't ... "

"Of course not,. honey. I just want you to turn me on that way."

"I couldn't bear it if you ... "

"I already told you I wouldn't!" His voice was menacing as his patience rapidly turned to anger. "Now come on and get going, will you?"

Mom moved her head downward, a little at a time. Inch by inch, Roger's thick tool slid from sight, burying itself deeper and deeper into mom's throat. When she had little more than passed the half way mark she stopped and held still.

"Suck up and down it," Roger said hoarsely. "Take as much as you can. It feels so good."

Mom obeyed. Slowly at first, and then a little faster, she sucked most of Roger's tool into her mouth. When she slid her lips back up toward the head of his penis, I could see her saliva glistening on the hard shaft.

Suddenly, Roger thrust himself up at her, sending the entire length of his hard rod down mom's throat.

She gurgled loudly and tried to back off, but he had passed the point of no return.

"Take it baby ... I'm dumping my load ... swallow it all down your throat."

Shrieking her despair, mom pulled her head back, but it was too late. Jet after jet of thick white liquid erupted from the tip of Roger's penis, splattering against mom's face ... dripping down over her eyes, her chin ... onto the top of her nightgown.

"Pig!" she spat. "Disgusting pig!" She ran, crying, into the adjoining bathroom.

Roger didn't seem to notice. Sighing loudly, he let the last of the fluid drip from his penis before he fell limp against the pillow.

When mom came out of the bathroom, she was pale.

"What brings you back so fast ... as if I don't know?" Roger said without looking at her.

Eyes closed, he smiled smugly.

"I'm sorry I said that," mom whispered. "I just couldn't stand having that stuff in my mouth."

"So you spoiled it for me by running out in the middle, right?" Roger said.

Even though I was only ten, I knew he was lying to my mother. The contented look on his face when he had finished ejaculating was obvious, even to a child.

"Please, let's not fight anymore," mom said, smoothing her nightgown and moving toward the bed. "I did what you want ... Now let's do it the. ... the right way."

Roger's handsome face twisted into a cruel sneer. "Are you kidding? After you louse it up for me you expect me to satisfy you?"

"But Roger ... darling ... you know how badly I need some ... some release."

"Then call Bob and Gloria."

"What are you talking about?" Mom's eyes widened. "What do the neighbors have to do with this?"

"Don't play dumb with me," Roger said. "I've told you a million times. Just say the word and we can have a nice little foursome going here. Gloria's been twitching her ass in my direction ever since we moved in."

"You're imagining this."

"I know a come-on when I see one."

"That has nothing to do with what I need now."

"I bet she knows how to suck a cock."

"Rog, I forbid you to talk to me that way!"

Roger rolled over and pulled up the covers. "Forbid all you want, baby. I just made a decision. No more nookie for you until I see Bob's shaft sliding up your pussy."

"Wouldn't that bother you?"

"Are you kidding?" Roger sat up, grinning from ear to ear. "I'm not going to be sitting around doing nothing while that happens, you know. While Bob screws you, Gloria's going to be sucking me."

"Over my dead body!" Mom sobbed.

Roger jumped up and pulled mom down on the bed."Well see how dead that body is," he said, chuckling as he slid his hand up between her thighs and started to stroke the hairy patch there.

"Oh Roger ... yes ... I want you inside of me. I need to feel you there ... "

"Bad enough to say yes to the Bob and Gloria scene." Mom hesitated.

Roger climbed on top of her and stroked his rapidly hardening cock until it was as stiff as before. Then he slid just the head of it into mom's crack. "What's your answer, June?"

"Please ... don't torture me like this. You know how much I need you."

"Are we going to invite Bob and Gloria over?"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow." "Then well fuck tomorrow." "No, Roger, please ... don't move away." "Bob and Gloria?"

"Yes ... yes.....damnit ... any thing you want."

"That's my girl," Roger said, his voice rich with victory. "I knew you'd finally see things my way. Now, take off that damned nightgown and open up that pussy ... "

Debbie was shivering as she concluded the episode. I gave her the time she needed to regain her composure before I spoke to her again.

"I know that was very difficult for you to tell me about," I said, smiling as I stood up behind my desk. "But now you've made the first ... and the hardest step toward getting to know about yourself and why you are the way you are. Next time, we'll continue and you can tell me about how you, yourself, got actively involved in sexual activity. You will come back, won't you?"

It took a few moments but Debbie managed a weak smile. "Yes, doctor, I will. I hate to stop a story in the middle."

"Till next Tuesday, then ... at noon?" "Thank you. I'll be here."

INTERVIEW TWO

As with so many patients who feel that the secrets they have to tell must necessarily be the most horrible in the world, Debbie became much more open and relaxed in subsequent visits. Having gotten over the first major hurdle of confiding her problem, she was able to relate, in candid detail, the sexual events that contributed so acutely to her current distortions.

At the second interview, she proceeded to describe her mother and stepfather's involvement with their neighbors, Bob and Gloria.

I guess I don't have to tell you, doctor, that once I had gotten over the shock of seeing a man's large penis slide completely and pleasurably into a woman's vagina, I became obsessed with the subject of sex.

Each night, alone in my room, I would slide my fingers down between my thighs and stroke the smooth lips of my vagina, revelling in the new wonderful sensations that the contact was producing in my body.

Naturally, since I was only ten years old at the time, my vaginal opening was very tight and narrow, and I wasn't able to put more than the very tip of my finger inside. Still, what I had seen and heard seemed to open up a new world of sensation and interest for me, and I could hardly wait for the opportunity to catch my mother and stepfather in the act again.

Little did I know that the next time I saw them, they were going to be with Bob and Gloria ... doing all the things that Roger, my stepfather, had insisted upon.

I can't say for sure whether or not it was the first time that the foursome had made it together. Thinking back, it probably wasn't, because, as I remember, they all seemed to be pretty relaxed together and sexually familiar with each other. Except, of course, for mom, who remained somewhat prim through the whole thing.

But then, I'm getting ahead of myself again ...

It was about a month later on a Saturday night. I had been home from school the previous day; in bed with a sore throat. But by that time, I had trained myself to listen for any conversation between my mother and stepfather that had that "special" tone of voice to it ... a sound that would tell me I was about to be treated to another sex show. That day, lying in my bed, I heard the unmistakable strain of argumentative voices coming from downstairs.

Naturally, I tip-toed out into the hallway to listen and find out what was going on. And did I get an earful!

"I'm telling you Roger, we can't do this with the kid right upstairs. It's one thing to have them over and carry on when Debbie's at a friend's house for the night. But to do it like this ... right out in the open ... it just isn't right. I'm going to phone them and call the whole thing off."

"Gome on, June. You're making a big thing out of this for no reason at all. The kid's not going to hear anything. She'll be fast asleep up in her room."

"At eight-thirty in the evening?"

"Well then, she'll have her T.V. set on ... or the radio. How is she going to hear anything with all that noise?"

"What if she comes down for something to eat or drink?"

"Tell you what," Roger said in a tone of voice that I had come to learn would always win my mother over to his point-of-view. "How about if we don't start doing anything until we're sure she's fast asleep. And then we can use the guest room down here instead of our bedroom upstairs. Will that make you feel better, honey?"

"Come on, Roger ... please ... how am I supposed to be able to think straight when you're doing that?" Mom giggled softly. "Roger! Come on! Anybody could walk into this room!"

"So what? We're married, aren't we?"

"Later ... please."

"With Bob and Gloria?"

Mom laughed again. "I don't know why I let you talk me into these things ... "

"Because you love it," Roger said, his voice confident, as usual.

The long silence that followed told me that he had gotten his way, once again.

Needless to say, I had no intention of falling asleep until I had found out everything that was going on. I could hardly wait until our neighbors came to visit ... because I knew exactly what I was going to do in order to "help things along." The conversation I had overheard had given me the clue.

It must have been about eight-thirty in the evening when Mr. and Mrs. Arthur-Bob and Gloria arrived.

As soon as I heard the doorbell ring, little goosebumps of excitement broke out all over my body. I turned the radio on to a station that was playing rock and roll music, hopped into bed, pulled the covers high up over my shoulders and closed my eyes, waiting.

I didn't have to wait long. In a few moments, there was a soft knocking at the door to my bedroom which, of course, I didn't respond to. Then, I heard the doorknob turn and the sound of my mother whispering. "She must be asleep."

"It's amazing how these kids can sleep with the music blaring like that," Gloria answered. "Maybe you should turn it off so it doesn't wake her."

"No, don't do that," Roger cut in quickly. "Debbie always keeps the radio on. If you turn it off I think that would disturb her."

"Yes. ... Roger is right," mom said, picking up the cue. "I'm sure she'll be all right. Sleep is the best thing for her."

"Whatever you say," Gloria's voice faded into the hallway.

And a moment later they were all on their way back downstairs.

Do I have to tell you that the minutes seemed to go by like years while I waited for what I considered a safe time to make my next move? I certainly didn't want to be caught out of bed because I knew that would spoil everything. So I just forced myself to Wait ... and wait ... until I thought it was safe to venture from my bedroom without being spotted.

I couldn't hear anything until I was half way down the stairs to the livingroom. But then, when I finally did pick up the sound of their voices I realized, with relief and excitement, that the "party" had already adjourned into the guest room. Feeling more confident, I continued down to the first floor noticing, on my way through the livingroom, the half-empty liquor bottles and dirty glasses littering the tabletops. Then, as if to dispel the last of my doubts, the high-pitched wail of Gloria's drunken laughter bubbled through the air.

Thank goodness that old colonial houses have old colonial doors with huge keyholes. As soon as I took up my position with one eye closed, I had a perfect ... and shocking view of the activity in the guest room.

The large, four poster bed was littered with naked or near-naked flesh.

Mom was on her back, nude except for a half slip that was pushed up under her breasts. Bob, who was Gloria's tall, blonde husband was lying next to her, licking her bare nipples with his tongue while he stroked the soft flesh of her inner thigh with his thick fingers.

On mom's other side, Roger was stretched out wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. His eyes feasted on the sight of Bob making love to my mother. He didn't say anything, he just lay there and stared at the two of them, eyes wide with interest.

Gloria was seated at the edge of the bed, next to Roger, and was in the process of unhooking her brassiere. Her huge breasts suddenly tumbled free and I could see the enormous deep red nipples, as large as half dollars. Now she, too, was stark naked except for her panties.

At that moment Roger, without taking his eyes off mom and Bob, reached out with his left hand and cupped one of Gloria's big boobs in his palm. Gloria threw her head back and laughed loudly again and I could see the motion of her breasts bobbing up and down with each movement of her body.

She turned around in Roger's embrace and crawled onto the mattress beside him. Murmuring something that I couldn't make out on the other side of the door, she extended her arm and started to rub slow circles on Roger's hairy belly with the tips of her fingers ... moving slowly downward toward the waistband of his shorts.

His penis hardened quickly inside his underwear and in a matter of moments I could see clearly where a large bulge had appeared in his crotch. Gloria, apparently, was aware of the same thing because she reached down quickly and caressed the stiff mound with the same kind of fondling motions that Roger was using on her bare breast.

My own trembling fingers now found their way into my pajama bottoms and I started rubbing my little vagina in tempo with the motions of Roger's fingers on Gloria's nipple. As I watched, I saw the tip of her breast get harder and protrude from the soft flesh around it. Inspired, I touched my other hand on my own, flat little chest, caressing the nipple and softly pinching my own skin.

Miracle of miracles. I felt the most fantastic sensations tingling through my flesh and I shivered from head to toe, caught up in.the sensuality of my young, inexperienced body awakenings. Suddenly, my attention was drawn back to mom and Bob's side of the bed, because mom started to moan loudly and buck her hips. Bob was sliding his fingers in and out of her slit rapidly now, and the motion seemed to make my mother go wild with delight.

That was when Roger leaned over toward Bob and said, loudly enough for me to hear, "Come on, Bob, give her a good boff. You can take it from me that she's good and ready for it now."

That seemed to be all the encouragement that Bob needed for a second later he was sitting up in the bed, exposing an enormous hard-on to my view.

Mom reached out and curled her fingers around Bob's tool. She started to stroke it rapidly up and down, the way I had previously seen her do it to Roger.

Bob rolled over on top of her and forced her legs wide apart with his knees. Mom raised her legs to make room for him, positioning herself so that her crotch was upturned in his direction ... right in the line of fire, so to speak, of his stiff dick.

Her hand was in between their bodies and she guided Bob's prick into the deep, pink gash between her thighs. Bob's muscles stood out hard in his skin as he braced himself for a moment before plunging his stiff poker into my mother's soft, willing body.

Both Bob and my mom groaned loudly as the contact was completed ... and that seemed to be the cue for everyone to go absolutely wild.

Gloria crawled up over Roger, positioning her body above his so that the crotch of her thin, pink panties was swaying barely inches above his face. At the same time, she unsnapped the top of his shorts and parted the fly front wide.

Roger's huge, stiff dick popped out into sight, purplish-red with the veins sticking way out from the flesh.

Gloria seemed fascinated by the sight of Roger's enormous tool. She licked her lips until they gleamed while, at the same time, she stroked his hard flesh-caressing him all the way from the mushroom-shaped tip of his prick to the hairy globes of his balls.

Then with one lightning-fast motion, she swooped down to his crotch and swallowed the entire length of his penis into her throat.

Gloria's long, red hair temporarily obscured the sight of Roger's prick and balls as it tumbled over his crotch while she sucked him. Again and again her head bobbed up and down and I shivered, knowing that she was taking every last inch of Roger's giant tool down into her throat. I wouldn't have thought that such a thing was possible if I hadn't seen it with my very own eyes.

Somehow, despite all of the activity and cramped quarters in the bed, Roger managed to work Gloria's panties down over her hips and off her legs. The patch of curly hair between her thighs was every bit as red as the hair on her head.

Roger placed his hands on the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks and spread her wide open.

Then, he extended his tongue and I watched it disappear into Gloria's vagina.

It seemed to drive Gloria nuts. She moaned and trembled and started to work double-time, sucking Roger's prick all the way into her mouth. As she worked 6n him, her hands forced his shorts down his legs and he kicked them the rest of the way off.

Now, everyone was completely naked.

Mom started to yell something that I couldn't understand. She wrapped her arms around Bob's body and dug her fingernails into the hardness of his back, making long dark grooves where she raked his skin.

She seemed to be moving twice as quickly as Bob, throwing herself up and down, again and again until suddenly, she held her body high off tiie mattress for a moment ... and then collapsed.

"Don't tell me you finished already ... I can hardly believe it!" Bob said.

"I'm sorry," mom answered, and her voice sounded very weak and far away. "I just couldn't help it. I tried to wait as long as I could ... "

Suddenly, Gloria released Roger's tool from her mouth and looked over at my mother. "Don't let it bother you, honey," Gloria said, sounding somewhat amused. "Bobbie's always been a late comer if you know what I mean.

I've had the same problem with him for the last ten years."

"Now be reasonable, Gloria," Bob answered. "I can't help it if it takes me a little longer than most guys."

Gloria leaned over and kissed her husband on the cheek. "No need to get touchy, sweetie. Good old loyal Gloria will take care of it ... as always."

At first, I didn't realize what she was talking about but it only took a few moments for everything to become perfectly clear.

As mom pulled herself up from the mattress and slowly walked around the room gathering her clothes and getting dressed, Gloria repositioned herself between Roger and her husband. Neither of the men seemed to object as she moved them this way and that on the bed ... arranging their bodies just so ... until Roger was straddling her breasts and Bob was in between her legs.

Now, on her back, Gloria had both men exactly where she wanted them. She took Roger's penis into her mouth and started to suck on it. At the same time, she spread her thighs wide, offering her exposed vagina to her husband.

Bob, his prick still rock-hard, wasted no time moving to where he wanted to be. In a moment, his fierce erection was buried to the hilt between the curly red hairs of Gloria's crotch.

Nobody seemed to pay any attention to my mother now. It was as though Gloria had become the center of attention ... which, in fact, she was.

And it was obvious, even to me, that she was having herself, one hell of a great time.

After a few moments, the three of them seemed to have found a common rhythm. As Bob slid into Gloria's vagina, Roger thrust his penis into her mouth. As Bob pulled out just to the head of his penis, Roger eased himself almost out past Gloria's lips.

Gloria's hands were underneath Roger's thighs now. With one hand, she caressed Roger's hairy balls. With the other, she rolled first one nipple and then the other between her fingers. All the while, she was bucking her hips up and down on the mattress, her motions getting faster and more frantic with each passing moment.

I remember being particularly impressed with the way it seemed that both of those strong, virile men were worshipping Gloria's body. They seemed almost to be captives of her flesh ... for, without her, neither one of them would have been able to reach the intense height of arousal that she had brought them to.

Poor mom had failed in every way. Even though Bob had screwed her, she, herself was so pent up that she couldn't hold out long enough for him to be satisfied. And, needless to say, she wasn't able to give her husband the same kind of ^thrilling time that Gloria accomplished with such ease while she had been sucking Roger's prick.

They went on this way for another couple of minutes ... each man burying his penis again and again in Gloria's wildly-gyrating body. And as Gloria gobbled Roger's tool all the way down into her throat she lifted her legs even higher so that Bob could plunge more deeply into her glistening, pink-lipped vagina.

It was Bob, surprisingly, who spoke up first. "I'm almost there, baby," he grunted, and slid his hands down under the soft cheeks of Gloria's ass.

"I'll just need another couple of seconds," Roger grunted, thrusting his powerful loins forward even faster and harder than before.

By way of answering, Gloria wrapped her arms around Roger's middle and seemed to pull him even more deeply and willingly into her mouth.

At the same time, she captured Bob's torso between her thighs and held him a willing prisoner with her legs.

All three of them started to groan and cry out, almost at the same moment. Their bodies rose and fell as one, lifting high off the bed then plunging downward again and again with what seemed like enormous, bone-crushing force.

And then, suddenly deflated, they fell away from each other and stretched out on the mattress, spent and exhausted ... but obviously happy about what they had accomplished.

It was at that moment that I looked over toward where my mother was standing ... leaning against the wall because there was no room for her on the bed. She was staring at the three people who looked almost as though they were sleeping on the mattress. She didn't say a word, but she didn't have to.

The tears were spilling down her cheeks.

And nobody was aware of it but me.

This seemed like a perfect place to end the interview. For a moment, I thought about pointing out to Debbie the true meaning of her own words when she expressed the adulation she'd felt both men were experiencing toward Gloria ... but then I decided that it might be more meaningful if I helped her toward the insight of how she had personalized her childhood impression by acting it out in adult sexuality.

I hadn't forgotten, of course, that she had told me of her problem being the inability to find sexual satisfaction with only one bed partner at a time.

Our next interview, I decided, would be spent talking about Debbie's own sex life..and how it had become what it was

INTERVIEW THREE

"Pretty wild story I told you last time, wasn't it, doctor? ... ! mean about Gloria taking on those two guys at the same time. ... and the way she did it."

I knew right away that Debbie was testing me. And actually, I was glad. She was about to tell me about what she, herself, had gone on to do. By asking me to judge Gloria, she was actually asking me what I would think of her if she were in Gloria's position.

We were already making progress.

"Gloria isn't very different from many women who have strong needs and feelings. She just acted them out differently than most. She needed help. She needed love. ... perhaps more than any one single man could give her."

Debbie considered my answer for a few moments before speaking up again. "Is that what you think is at the root of my weird behavior?"

"I can't answer that until you've told me about that behavior in more detail."

"Well, then I guess I might as well get right to it, doctor ... " I nodded and smiled reassuringly, pleased that Debbie had decided to trust me.

"That's exactly right," I said, and sat back to listen while she spoke.

The foursome between mom, Roger, Gloria and Bob went on for about three years, until the Arthurs had to move because Bob was transferred to another city by his company.

By that time, I was getting into my teens and I learned that other kids were as interested in sex as I was.

Of course none of them had the kind of experience of seeing their own parents having sex with other people ... at least no one ever talked about such a thing. But physical sensation and even desire wasn't so mysterious anymore and after awhile, I didn't think too much about what I had witnessed as a kid.

Not until my junior year in high school, that is.

At the age of sixteen, doctor, I don't think there can be anything more thrilling to a girl than to have a date with a college guy. At least in my crowd, that seemed to be the ultimate success that could be achieved.

Fortunately, I was attractive enough to catch the attention of a couple of guys, one of whom was the older brother of my best friend.

Unfortunately, that was the beginning of the problems that have brought me here to your office.

To make a long story short, I had a best friend at school that year by the name of Linda. She was a great kid and we got along as though we were sisters.

Linda had a brother of nineteen who was a sophomore at a fancy Ivy League college. Mort was tall and muscular with dark, wavy hair. His body was hard as iron. And he looked so much like Roger that they could have been brothers.

Logically, I guess that should have been reason for me to hate Mort's guts on sight ... but strangely enough, I experienced just the opposite reaction. The minute I saw Mort, I knew that this was going to be the guy who was going to end my virginity.

And to tell you the honest truth, I couldn't wait.

I used to fantasize about him, doctor. I would lay awake, night after night, sliding my ringer in and out of my vagina, picturing what it would look like if Mort were slipping his thick penis in there. Of course, at the time, I had no way of knowing whether his penis was thick or not ... but I preferred to think that it would look exactly like Roger's did ... and that was more than enough to turn me on very strongly to the whole idea.

Linda had been going out with one of her brother's friends at school for about three months. Time after time she would come back from a weekend at the university and spend hours telling me about what had happened.

Like I said, Linda and I had become very close friends, but for some reason or other,her descriptions of her college adventures never included any details about sex.

Finally, I worked up the nerve to ask her if she had been going to bed with David.

For a moment, she just stared at me, not answering. Then, she dropped her gaze and her face grew pale. "No ... that is, I haven't gone all the way," she said. "I want to ... at least I think I want to ... but to tell you the truth, I'm scared to let him do it to me."

I didn't answer. What could I say? How could I tell this innocent girl that if I had the chance to go to bed with a good looking college guy I wouldn't hesitate for a second.

"It's funny that you brought that up,"

Linda went on, smiling a little sadly. "David and I had a big fight about that very subject, just yesterday. He didn't come out and say it in so many words, but I have the feeling that if I don't come across next time, he's going to drop me." She started to cry.

I leaned over and gave Linda a hug, but all the time my mind was working at top speed. "Maybe what you need is a little moral support ... that is if you're so scared," I told her.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if it would help any, you could fix me up with some guy at David's school and we could go up for a weekend together. Double date, you know? That way, if you got cold feet at least you'd have your best friend close by to offer a little encouragement. What do you think?"

Linda took the bait. "Fantastic!" she squealed happily. "I'll ask Mort if he's got a date for next weekend. That is, if you wouldn't mind going out with your best friend's brother."

"Sure. Why not?" I answered, telling myself that I deserved an Academy Award for the way I acted so casual and unselfish about the whole thing.

And the plan worked. The next day, everything was settled. I could hardly wait.

It seemed as though that week at school was an eternity. Night and day, my thoughts were centered on only one thing-having sex with Mort. I pictured the two of us in every conceivable position, doing all the things that I had seen done between Roger and mom and the neighbors.

Little did I know then that I was about to embark on an adventure, the likes of which I would never forget!

I'll skip the insignificant details. When Friday night finally came around, Linda and I were ready and waiting at her house a full hour before the boys were due to pick us up in David's car. I had all I could do to keep from biting my nails all the way down to my knuckles. In fact, I was so keyed up and eager that I actually felt grateful for Linda's constant, nervous chatter which saved me the trouble of having to make conversation while we waited.

David had just gotten a new white convertible. He and Linda sat up front and their conversation was mostly about the new car and the parties and dances planned for that weekend at school.

Mort and I were sitting in the back ... and I swear to you, doctor, we were on the same wavelength practically from the first moment. Two of a kind we were, Mort and me, and we knew it the second we looked into each others eyes. He wanted my body ... and I wanted his. All we needed was a place to be alone.

For the time being, the back seat of that car would have to do. Fortunately, it was dark, and as I said, Linda and David were wrapped up in their own conversation. So, when Mort slipped his arm silently around my shoulder, I showed him my intentions by snuggling in very close to his body and letting the fingers of my right hand come to rest very gently on his thigh.

He hugged me as close to him as he could without making the situation obvious to the two people in the front seat. Meanwhile, in the darkness of the back of the car, my hand was moving slowly up and down ... driving Mort nuts.

I loved the feeling of making him squirm with desire for me. When, after a little while, he took my hand and moved it onto the bulging mound of his crotch, I didn't object in the least. On the contrary, the sensation of Mort's stiff dick under my fingers, and the knowledge that his excitement had been caused by me just seemed to stoke the fires of my own arousal.

As I massaged his hard-on, feeling it stiffen even further and throb at my touch, my own body started to respond to our contact. I felt the tips of my breasts harden and a familiar, wonderful sensation was burning down there between my legs.

Thinking back on it now, I wouldn't be surprised if the guy had the very same thing planned as I had, because instead of making arrangements for us to stay at one of the dorm buildings, they had rented a motel room within easy driving distance of the campus.

That evening was a combination of ecstasy and torture for me. ... and for Mort. We were forced to go through the motions of dinner and then on to the fraternity house dance. But all the time, we both knew what we wanted ... to be together in bed.

It's strange how a person can shed every last inhibition all at once. Maybe I was ready.., or more than ready, actually. At the frat house the liquor was flowing and the place reeked of grass. I drank and smoked as though I had been doing it all my life. Fear of repercussions never occurred to me. Actually, the combination of booze and marijuana only served to increase the awareness of physical desire throughout my* flesh. I loved it!

Somehow, Mort managed to steer me into one of the upstairs bedrooms in the frat house. That took a little doing, since the second floor was the only place in the frat house where couples could have any real privacy ... so naturally, every bedroom was occupied. Nevertheless, we were, at last, alone.

As soon as the door was closed behind us, Mort pulled me into his arms and crushed his lips down over my "own. As though I had been doing this all my life, I opened my mouth and accepted the full length of his tongue down into my throat, shivering with excitement as I pictured what else I was going to take down into my throat before the night was over.

I offered no objections when his fingers started to wander, sliding down first to cover my breasts and massage the nipples through the thin material of my blouse. I was wearing no bra, so when Mort opened the buttons and slid his hand inside, I experienced the wild excitement of direct flesh-to-flesh contact.

And right then and there I knew I was hooked on sex.

I'm not going to try and cop out by saying that what I did next was because of the booze or the grass. I knew exactly what I was doing, doctor, and I was not out of control.

Very purposefully and consciously, I started to rub Mort's crotch while he played with my breasts. As we tongue-kissed hotly there in the darkness, I found the tab of his zipper, opened his fly, and coaxed his thick tool out into the palm of my hand.

His penis was like fire. The heat and urgency of it seemed to sear the flesh of my hand as I worked my fingers back and forth along the throbbing shaft, making Mort sigh and groan deep in his throat.

Then, just as I had pictured in my mind a thousand times, I sank slowly to my knees, kissed the head of his thick penis and swallowed the length of that shaft all the way down into my throat without so much as gagging once.

Actually, Mort was the one who was doing the gagging at that point, doctor. The sounds that were coming out of his mouth while I sucked his stiff dick sounded more animal than human. Each time I ran the tip of my tongue up and down the underside of his hard tool, his whole body would tremble and he would mumble. something inaudible.

"Better watch out," he whispered after a few minutes. "You might cause an explosion."

I then smiled in the darkness and didn't so much as miss one stroke. I knew exactly what he was talking about ... hell, I had seen Roger shoot enough loads into Gloria's mouth to feel like the world's expert on cocksucking! And to tell you the honest truth, I couldn't wait to find out what the stuff tasted like.

I found out in a few more moments. Shoving his hips forward and burying the head of his dick all the way down in my gullet, Mort started to shoot jet after jet of hot, thick semen which I swallowed hungrily, loving every drop and drawing the last possible bit out of him with my eager, tireless mouth.

I didn't want this to end, since my vagina felt as though it were burning up with the need to be filled. So I simply continued to suck on Mort's tool until it was rock hard again and he was once more fully excited. "Let's get into bed," he whispered excitedly, mirroring my own exact thoughts with his words.

Without a second's hesitation, I released his rigid pole from my mouth and allowed him to guide me across the darkened room. Within seconds, we had both stripped off every stitch of our clothing, letting it all fall to the floor ... not caring about anything but getting at each other's hot flesh.

We hit the bed together and wrapped ourselves up around each other, exploring each other's nakedness with hands and mouths. When Mort's fingers found the lips of my vagina, I was already dripping wet and panting for his flesh inside of mine. Reflexively, I spread my thighs as wide as I could, giving him full access of my waiting flesh.

I've heard a lot of stories about pain and bleeding- and all kinds of stuff from other girls when they've been laid for the first time ... but let me tell you, it was like I had been waiting all my life for that very moment.

The second I felt the head of Mort's prick parting the lips of my vagina I wrapped my legs around his middle and pulled him all the way into me with one lunging motion.

We gasped at the same time, each of us loving the things we were feeling. The sensation of his stiff dick stretching the virgin walls of my vagina was the most wonderful feeling I had ever known ... far better than anything I had imagined all those nights, alone in my bedroom. There was no pain, no discomfort at all ... just the wonderful feeling of Mort inside of me, driving me wild with rapidly-building excitement and pleasure.

After what seemed like only a few minutes, Mort exploded inside of me, sending gallons of hot, sticky liquid high up inside of my body. I tried my damndest, but I just wasn't ready yet ... and even though I was glad he had come, I couldn't help experiencing a little disappointment because I hadn't achieved an orgasm of my own.

And then Fate did its kinky number on me. ...

Not two minutes after Mort had come inside of me and was fighting to catch his breath, the door of the bedroom opened arid two people slipped inside the dark room. It wasn't until the door had closed and we were in pitch blackness again that I recognized the voices ... David and Linda!

Mort grabbed my hand and squeezed it ... telling me without words not to make a sound..hoping, I guess that they would neck for awhile and then leave, without ever knowing that we were in the room.

It didn't work out that way. Standing where we had been before when I went down on Mort, Linda and David got into some heavy petting. I could tell what was going on pretty much because I heard Linda objecting to when David would try to take off some of her clothes.

"No, David ... please ... don't do that. I feel like I'm going to pass out any minute. The whole world is going around and around ... " Linda's voice sounded thin and high-pitched. She was stoned out of her mind.

"Why don't we lie down on the bed?" David didn't sound much better. ... but it -was obvious that his sex drive, if anything, was stronger because of the stuff he'd been drinking or smoking.

"Oh no you don't," Linda answered. "I know what you're going to try to do if I get into that bed."

"Honey ... you promised."

"No I didn't I said maybe. Maybe yes ... maybe no."

There were two beds in the room. Linda broke away from David, and I heard her stumble through the darkness. Then the creaking of the mattress on the other side of the room was quickly followed by the sound of deep, steady breathing.

Linda had passed out.

I don't know what happened to me, Doctor, but when David followed her across the room and passed close to my side of the bed, I reached out and curved my fingers right over his crotch. He didn't say a word, just gasped softly in his throat and stood there, waiting to see what would happen next. Maybe he even thought it was Linda who had reached out for him in the darkness ... I don't really know ... but in a matter of moments, I had his prick out of his pants and down my throat

David's prick was even bigger than Mort's and my mouth felt as though it were being irreparably stretched as I wrapped my lips around that stiff, hot flesh. Even so, I took all of him into my mouth and started to suck slowly up and down while David stripped off his clothes.

I had no idea what kind of strange combinations occur at fraternity weekends, but Mort reacted as though this little three way scene were the most natural thing in the world.

As I continued to slide my tongue up and down the hot length of David's prick, Mort moved in close behind me and started to rub the outside of my vagina. Without thinking twice, I spread my legs so that he could easily get his fingers inside me ... and as though we were following a script, Mort started to play with my clit while I went down on David.

I knew exactly what I wanted then, and I lost no time arranging to get it. Wiggling my ass back and forth across the front of Mort's excitable body, I managed to work him up into a third hard-on. Then, I reached behind myself, captured his stiff rod in my hand and guided back into my dripping vagina.

This was fantastic. Mort was screwing me while David was shoving his prick down into my throat, over and over again. The wetness and the heat and the excitement were combining inside my head to lift me far above any level of pleasure I had known in my life. I couldn't get enough man-flesh. I wanted both of them ... desperately ... needed to make the two of those guys come into me at the same time.

And I did it As though I were the world's expert, I manipulated Davie with my hand and mouth and Mort with the motions of my body and the rhythmic, hard, inner contractions of my hot vagina.

After a few minutes, I had both of them howling with pleasure as they shot gobs and gobs of hot sperm up into my vagina and down into my throat.

And now, for the first time, I felt my own release exploding inside me ... shaking me from head to toe ... making me cry out and groan with the pleasure of violent, total release.

Linda never found out about what had happened. The three of us decided that it would be the wrong move to let her in on our little "secret". She just wasn't ready for action yet

But that didn't stop David and Mort and myself from getting together again ... as often as we could manage it. I even managed to take both of them at the same time ... loving every second of getting screwed by two pricks at once!

.....and that's the way it's been with me ever since, doctor. Sure, there are times when I go out with one guy and we have sex. But its never the same ... never half as exciting as having two men going crazy over me at the same time.

"What do you think? Am I hopelessly demented, or is there something that can be done about my need for threesomes?"

CONCLUSION

It was not too difficult for Debbie to come to understand the origins of her need for more than one man at the same time. By going over the impressions she had gotten as a child, watching her mother "losing out" while Gloria had the attentions of two men, Debbie was able to see what she was trying to do ... how she was trying to copy what she had witnessed.

At this writing, Debbie is happily married with two children and a third on the way. To my knowledge, the love of her husband is satisfying her needs.

CASE HISTORY TWO

Subject: Pamela T. Age: Thirty-three

INTERVIEW ONE

In certain aspects, this was an exceptional case. Pamela T. had been a child actress. She had made her first major motion picture at the age of nine and had continued with fairly great success until well into her teens. After that she had faded out of the public spotlight, except for occasional second-rate parts and an attempt at becoming a singer, which failed.

I agreed to see Pamela at the urging of a professional colleague, a man whom I highly respect and admire for his work in medical research. This doctor, a man in his late fifties, had been having an affair with Pamela which ended when she took an overdose of sleeping pills and came very close to destroying herself. He felt that here was a woman with exceptional "! talents and sensibilities who, for some reason, seemed to be hell-bent on self-destruction. He told me that he knew her problem to be one of a sexual nature and that I would be best qualified to help her, since seuxally-related behavior is my specialty.

I agreed that I would try.

Pamela entered my office swathed in Russian Sable. Diamonds sparkled at her throat and lit up her wrists, but for all the trappings of glamor and luxury, it was immediately apparent to me that here was a woman who, though still quite young, had been through hell.

What had obviously been exceptional beauty seemed all but obscured now by a hardness which an excess of make-up served only to intensify. She lit one cigarette with the butt of her last one, all the while she spoke to me.

"I'm only here because your friend Henry insisted that I come," she began slipping out of her coat. Beneath it she wore a dress that reached no more than halfway to her knees ... exposing a beautifully-shaped pair of long, dancer's legs. "I don't need a shrink, doc. What I need is a husband."

"Well, that certainly shouldn't be a difficult problem for you to settle," I answered, willing to fence with her for a few moments if that was what she needed to open the channels of communication. "Certainly, an attractive woman like yourself must know many young men who would be more than willing to marry you."

"That's my problem!" she said, looking suddenly as though she were about to break down and start crying. "They're all too fuckin' young! I can't turn on to guys in their twenties or thirties. Even forty-five is a touchy age when it comes to getting my temperature up. I've got this thing for guys in their fifties and even older!"

"Have you seriously tried to work out a satisfactory relationship with someone who is your contemporary?"

Pamela laughed bitterly. "I guess you don't read the gossip columns," she said. "If you did, you'd know that I just divorced my third husband ... Tony. He was only four years older than myself, and it just couldn't work out. Like history repeating itself. It was the same with the two before him. They were close to my own age and I just couldn't stay interested. I always wound up fooling around with some older stud ... like your friend, Henry."

"I see," I answered, knowing right away that this wasn't going to be an easy patient to deal with. "And what about this business of swallowing the sleeping pills?"

"Well, it always worked before."

"What do you mean?"

"Whenever I felt boxed into a corner I would do something like that ... you know,. to get my way, and I always did. Only this time, instead of agreeing to marry me, Henry turned me over to you."

"But Dr. L----is married. You must have known that."

"I had my hopes."

"Was it always like this with you? I mean, about your attraction for older men."

"My first lover was fifty-two."

"And how old were you?"

Pamela paused and smiled ... the timing of an expert actress. "I was nine."

I had all I could do to keep my eyebrows from shooting up toward the ceiling. "I think you'd better tell me about it," I answered, forcing my voice to sound normal.

Pamela nodded. "Somehow, I knew you were going to say that."

Then she leaned back and began one of the most bizarre stories I had ever heard.

"Like mother like daughter" they say, Doc, and I guess that's why I started to "collect" older men. Mom was gorgeous, but she was too damned soft. In the head, I mean. She got herself knocked up by this high-school football hero of hers. Then, like a dope, she went ahead and married the guy. My father.

Shit, I can remember hearing the fights between them before I was out of my crib. Mom wanted to have a decent home and bring me up like a normal kid. Chuck, my dad, just wanted to drink beer and screw. The result was that we lived like pigs, in poverty, and whatever mom could manage to save always went to some abortionist or, if dad found where she'd hidden the jar of money, it got spent at the local bar.

Evelyn. ... she never liked me to call her mother or mom or anything like that ... always wound up supporting us. She waited tables and sometimes she even managed to get a weekend gig singing at one of the local gin mills. But soon, Chuck would show up and make some kind of jealous, drunken scene and that would be the end of mom's job.

And then there would be another knock-down, drag-out fight between the two of them.

I'll never forget those scenes as long as I live. Chuck would be plastered and into some crazy froth about some guy he imagined was making it with Evelyn. She would always deny it but he wouldn't believe her. Before you could count ten, he'd be belting her around the apartment and then it would always wind up the same way. ... he'd tear her clothes off and plough the shit out of her until he couldn't come anymore and had passed out.

Neither one of them probably realized how much I was aware of, even though I was only a little kid. Hell, if I had five bucks for every time I saw Chuck screwing the daylights out of Evelyn, I could have supported the three of us for a hundred years.

Anyhow, I guess Evelyn must have finally had her fill of that life because one day, without having said anything about it to me before, she packed my clothes and hers and, with Chuck out cold in the living room, we left the apartment for good.

I was eight, and to a kid of that age any change is exciting. I didn't ask what was happening. I just held onto Evelyn's hand and walked around the comer with her.

Half way down the block, a shiny new yellow Caddie Eldorado was parked at the curb. As soon as he saw mom, the driver jumped out from behind the wheel and hurried over in our direction.

Stuart was tall and lean with shining silver-grey hair. He'd started out by waving to

Evelyn, but as he approached us, his gaze fell on rhe and I knew right then and there ... even though I was only eight ... that this guy had a feeling for me like nothing else I had ever run across in my life.

I didn't know the details until years and years later ... but as it happens, Evelyn really was screwing around a lot behind Chuck's back. I don't blame her for it a bit ... hell, she needed every buck she could get her hands on ... and heaven knows she worked damned hard to keep a roof over our heads. Still, I guess when she would meet someone where she was singing and the guy offered her a few bucks for a session in the sack she couldn't afford to be too' particular. And as we all know, the older they are the more they're going to be willing to pay to bang a young broad.

Stuart was a tenth-rate agent who was passing through town and heard mom sing one night. But to a desperate, frightened young woman like Evelyn he must have seemed like something straight from heaven. Who knows what promises lie probably made to her ... but whatever they were, they worked. Mom had agreed to leave Chuck and go to Hollywood with Stuart.

I guess I was part of the bargain.

If. Stuart had any second thoughts about being saddled with an eight-year-old kid they must have vanished the minute he laid eyes on me, because he couldn't have been sweeter to me, or kinder. He was exactly everything that Chuck wasn't.

One of the things I remember clearly was the way he would get a stiff dick every time I'd sit on his lap. The first time it happened I thought it was kind of exciting and funny. But when I realized how easy it was to get my way with this guy just by rubbing against him and making him hard, I did everything I could to find a reason to be close to him.

From a kid who had nothing but cheap shit and hand-me downs, I became an eight-year-old with two closets full of pretty clothes. Stuart couldn't do enough or buy enough for me. I guess I don't have to tell you what we had in mind all along.

I only saw him having sex with Evelyn once and that was probably why I wasn't afraid of him.

Stuart's apartment was a one-bedroom affair not too far from Hollywood Blvd. There was plenty of room for a bachelor, but when Evelyn and me moved in it sort of got a little crowded. Stuart went out and bought a sofa-bed for the living room and that's where they slept. It made sense of course, since I went to bed much earlier than they did, so sleeping in the living room would have been impractical for me.

I had awakened one night and had to go to the bathroom. It couldn't have been later than ten or eleven because the T.V. was playing the news. The door to my bedroom wasn't closed all the way and it made no noise when I opened it.

As I passed the living room, I stopped short. The sofabed was open. Mom was lying naked on it. Stu, dressed in his wine-colored silk bathrobe was face-down, with his head between Evelyn's thighs making loud, lapping sounds.

Those weren't the only sounds I heard. Evelyn, her eyes closed and her head thrown back, was moaning and sighing and sounding like she was having one heck of a good time.

Like any healthy, red-blooded eight year-old brat I stepped back into the shadows where I wouldn't be noticed and watched the whole thing.

I don't think I understood it all, but I remember being very impressed with the gentleness and tender manner with which Stuart treated Evelyn. Even as he lay there, lapping away at her pussy he caressed her breasts and her shoulders softly-as though he really cared about her. Not at all like Chuck, who used to smack the shit out of her and draw a little blood before he tore into her snatch with that club he carried between his legs.

The action seemed to go on for hours. A couple of times Stuart came up for air, but only for a moment. Then, he'd be right back down there, slurping away while mom's voice got raspier and more urgent.

Finally, mom grabbed his head and seemed to pull it down real hard against her furry bush. She cried out for a long time and then a slow, satisfied smile started to creep across her face. It was obvious that she had enjoyed whatever Stu was doing to her.

When mom started to cry out, Stu's hand went down into the folds of his robe. I couldn't see what he was doing there, but of course it's obvious that he was jerking himself off and shooting his load at the same time Evelyn was popping her own cork.

And when it was over, Stu took mom into his arms and rocked her like a baby.

I don't think I ever got to go to the bathroom, that night. I returned on tip toe to the bedroom, crawled underneath the covers and thought about what it would be like to have Stu put his tongue down there between my legs.

It didn't take long for me to find out."

It was necessary for me to end the interview at this point because of a shortage of time. Pamela agreed to see me again the following afternoon.

INTERVIEW TWO

Unlike so many other of my patients, Pamela seemed to have very little difficulty relating the most intimate details of her early sexual experience. I wondered if, in some way, this were another kind of performance for her; not such an unlikely concept, given the fact that most of her childhood and adult life had been spent as an entertainer of one sort or the other.

I decided to reserve judgement until I knew more about how the woman's mental processes worked.

"You know, Doctor, something occurred to me, last night when I thought about the things I had told you. Do you think it's possible that at the age of eight I could have felt jealous because Evelyn was getting a special kind of attention from Stuart that I wasn't? It's kind of an off-the-wall idea, but I thought I'd ask you just the same."

"I'm glad you did," I told her. "That seems like a perfectly logical sort of reaction for a youngster-especially a little girl who knew nothing about security at home. After all, don't you remember the point you made of telling me how tender and considerate this man seemed to be when he was in bed with your mother? You even said that when they had finished having their orgasms, Stuart took Evelyn in his arms and rocked her like a baby. Those were your own words, Pamela." - "Yeah ... they were, weren't they? Well, at any rate, I got myself in on the act without wasting too much time, after that."

It happened about a month later, the day that Evelyn started working at the studio. Stuart, true to his word, had gotten her several auditions, but mom hadn't clicked with any of them. Still, somehow, through Stuart's connections, Evelyn had managed to land a job singing for background recordings. I think she used to be part of a chorus that cut the soundtracks for kids' animated films-you know, those fantasy things they used to make with animals in the forest who sang and angel voices and all that stuff.

Anyhow, Evelyn was off to her new job, as excited as if she had a starring role in some big production. We all drove to the lot together, kissed her goodbye, and wished her good luck. Then, when she was gone from sight, Stuart turned to me and asked when I wanted to go that day.

I think I knew what had to happen, doc-I really do-because without a moment's hesitation I answered, "Home."

Stuart looked at me questioningly. "Are you sure, sweetheart?" he said.

I nodded, positive of what I wanted. "I want to watch T.V."

Stuart shrugged. "How about some Mexican food to go with the programs?"

It was settled. Stuart had introduced me to the spicy, Spanish dishes and I had immediately become an addict. To this day, I burn my guts out willingly on chili peppers.

Anyhow, we picked up the food and brought it back to the apartment. I can remember clearly how thrilling it seemed to have Stuart all to myself, for the very first time since Evelyn and I had moved in with him. It was like some kind of a special treat for me. ... being the center of his attention, with no one else to distract him.

Ill say this much for Stuart Bromley ... for all his fifty-two years he had the spirit of an adolescent. No matter what time of day or night, he was always ready and willing to pick up and go ... to a show, to the beach ... any place. Not like lots of other guys who get tired as soon as the sun sets.

I think it was his idea to have a picnic on the rug in front of the television set. At any rate, I remember all the food set out on the rug and the two of us digging in and giggling like hyenas about the silliest things.

There was an old Tarzan movie playing. I remember that because I was very impressed ... or maybe 'excited' would be a better word for it ... by that half-naked man running around that jungle showing half the world just about everything he had inside that loincloth.

Stuart was sitting on the rug, his back propped against the front of the sofa. When I had finished eating, I crawled in between his legs and leaned back against his chest.

Right away, his thing got hard. I felt it stiffening and pressing against the small of my back. I also felt Stuart breathing getting heavier and hotter against my neck.

Was I scared? Not on your life. I loved it. Pretending to adjust my sitting position, I wiggled my little ass back and forth before I finally settled, tightly up against his body.

Stuart didn't say a word. As a matter of fact, we both played the same game, pretending to be totally absorbed in what was happening on the screen.

What he did do, though, was to put his arms around me and give me a big hug. At the same time, he flexed his dick and I wiggled again, knowing that I was getting to him.

"I think, maybe, we'd better sit on the sofa," Stuart said, all of a sudden, in a thick hoarse tone of voice.

"Why?" I asked, pretending complete innocence.

He got very flustered. "Well. ... I just think ... "

I don't care what they say, Doc.:.I'm telling you that I knew exactly what I was doing ... and what I was doing was seducing a fifty-two year old man!

"Who ever heard of sitting on sofas at picnics?" I said. And with that, I turned around facing him, straddled his thighs, and sat right down on his bulging crotch.

Stuart's face turned beet-red and he stammered something nonsensical. I knew I had him 'in my power' so to speak, because I could feel his stiff dick throbbing and straining against my soft little tush.

Not bad for nine years old, right?

"This is fun," I said, wiggling around a little bit more and watching his forehead break out in a sweat. Then, giggling all the time, I leaned back and let myself fall onto the rug.

Poor guy. He never stood a fighting chance.

There I was. ... my ass was planted squarely over his stiff cock, my thighs were spread out across his, I was lying on my back, and my dress was half way up to my waist.

I saw his eyes dart down and widen as he caught sight of the lace-trimmed little panties I was wearing. Skimpy things that I knew had ridden into my little slit ... barely concealing that tiny virgin hole.

Stuart didn't say anything else. He swallowed deeply and placed one hand very gently on my knee.

It was like electricity was suddenly shooting through me. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply and wiggled my bottom a little more to offer him some encouragement ... just in case he got any ideas about changing his mind at the last minute.

I didn't have anything to worry about, as it turned out. Stuart's fingers continued to caress their way upward until they had reached the edge of my underpants.

He toyed around with the fragile material for a few more moments ... and then, when I offered no resistance, he slid one finger under the lace.

The sensation of his touch on my smooth little pussy was the greatest thing I had ever known. I could hardly wait to see what was going to happen next.

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" Stuart asked, sounding like he was on the brink of laryngitis.

"Mmmm," 1 whispered, smiling with my eyes still closed.

**Would you like me to take those panties off?"

Again, his cock stirred against my bottom.

"Please. ... they're getting a little tight."

Stuart's hands were trembling as he reached for the elastic waistband of the little panties and peeled the material down over my smooth tummy. I heard him gasp as my crotch was uncovered and the smooth lips of my tiny snatch were exposed to his line of vision.

Gently ... very gentiy ... he traced the crack between my thighs with the tip of his middle finger. He continued to feel his way downward and back ... until his caress had found its way between the round cheeks of my ass and to the little hole hidden there.

Remembering what I had seen Evelyn do, I arched my bottom upward and spread my thighs even wider apart.

That was the last straw for poor Stuart.

Sobbing deep down in his throat, he eased me back along the rug and then plunged his face into my little hairless crotch.

He was an expert, Doc ... and let me tell you, I've had plenty of tongue up my snatch since then. But nobody ... nobody at all has ever been as good as Stuart.

He started licking around my bellybutton and worked his way slowly ... maddeningly down. With his thumbs, he spread the lips of my little pussy as wide apart as they would go without hurting me. Then he stuck his tongue in there and started to lap like there was no tomorrow.

The sensations I was feeling between my legs were fabulous! I kept my legs open as far as I could, knowing that Stuart wouldn't ever try to hurt me the way Chuck had hurt my mother when he fucked her so brutally.

And I was right.

All Stuart did was use his tongue ... but did he ever! Not just on my little pussy, mind you ... but all the way down the crack of my ass and into my asshole. It seemed like he had a never ending supply of saliva with which he kept me moist and tingling.

As far as I was concerned, he could have gone on forever and I wouldn't have minded in the least.

But, as you must know, the flesh can only take so much. I heard the sound of a zipper opening, and I had a pretty good idea of what was going to be coming out of his pants.

When I finally saw it, I've got to admit that

I was kind of surprised. I mean, it was so little! Much smaller than Chuck's. Just about the same size as one of my own fingers.

Stuart took it in his hand and started to rub it back and forth. I could tell by the way he was moaning and shaking his body about that the pressure" of his fingers on his own dick was adding a great deal to his pleasure.

Would you believe it ... I simply reached out, without a word, and took the man's cock into my little hand and started to jerk him off!

Two seconds. ... that's all it took ... and he shot his load right into my hand.

I didn't pull back or anything. I wasn't at all upset. As a matter of fact, I just kept rubbing his peter until he gently pushed my hand away.

"I think we'd better get dressed now," he said, suddenly looking very sheepish."

I just shrugged and pulled on my panties.

That was the beginning. I repeated that little scene with Stuart every time the two of us could manage to be alone together. I never told my mom about it and I never felt ashamed.

A couple of months later, Stuart told me that there was someone at a movie studio that he wanted me to meet. I don't know if the sex thing was a set-up or not, but it turned out that Stuart introduced me to a producer who also had a taste for little girls ... no pun intended.

That's how I got into the movies. At the age of nine, I was spreading my legs for-himself! And let me tell you, that man was more than glad to see that I worked regularly in movies at his studio. He ate my pussy through every one of my motion pictures ... from the age of nine until I was well into my teens.

And since then, anyone under fifty has never been able to be enough for me. What do you think, Doc ... am I a lost cause?"

CONCLUSION

I was most encouraged to see that Pamela was open to the concept of adult behavior being directly related to childhood experience and/or deprevation. Needless to say we had, at this point, merely scratched the surface of her problem. But I felt confident ... and was proven right ... that in time, with work, she could overcome her "substitute father" fixation and learn to relate to partners of her own age.

CASE HISTORY THREE

Subject: Dean M. Age: Twenty-three

INTERVIEW ONE

The subject of rape is one that has been receiving increased public notoriety and attention during the last several years as urban pace and pressure continues to result in increased anti-social behavior patterns. The general public tends to associate the image of the rapist with a mental picture of the dregs of society ... the concept of a man without intelligence, education or economic stability.

Little has been publicly said, to my knowledge, about the rapist who does not fit the stereotype-the man or, in this case, the boy with all the supposed advantages who resorts to this particular type of violent action. The case history which follows, here, is a perfect example of the so-called exception to the rule-the rapist who, had he never come forward, would hardly have been suspected of the acts which he committed.

When Dean M. walked into my office, my first impression was that of seeing a young man who looked like the perfect example of what every mother hopes her son will grow up to be. Clean cut and immaculately groomed, he could easily have been a walking advertisement for a fancy, Ivy League prep school.

Only his eyes betrayed the turmoil that raged within. Ice-blue and unflinching, they held a steely-hardness that was almost frightening to witness in someone so relatively young in life who should, by rights, be at the stage of happy anticipation of a bright future.

Without a word, Dean sat down, unbuttoned an expensive tweed sports jacket and started to sob. I waited until he had regained his composure before speaking to him.

"Feeling pretty bad I see."

He nodded. "It's been a long trip getting myself into this office."

"And what brings you here?"

"You won't believe it."

"Try me. I don't shock easily."

"I'm ... " he swallowed as though there were a bone in his throat, wincing painfully. "I'm a rapist."

I leaned back in my swivel chair, knowing that this was going to be a long session. "Want to tell me about it?"

Dean nodded and slowly began the account of betrayal and distortion that follows.

On some level or other, I think I'd always known that there was something fundamentally wrong with the relationship between my father and mother. It's almost hard to describe, doctor, because on the outside it seemed like we were the perfect family. ... the achievers of the American Dream.

Dad was a corporation slave, by which I mean that the better part of his life seemed to be owned by the company in which he was a top executive. But it paid off. We had a six bedroom house on four acres in Long Island, a garage full of expensive cars and frequent trips to Europe and the Caribbean.

But looking back on it, it seems that at some point or other in his life my father must have sold his soul-traded that part of him that was a kind human being for the authoritarian, dictator-like personality which was necessary in order to succeed in business.

And the result was that he dominated his household with the same iron fist with which he ran his company-and that was especially true when it came to the way he dealt with my mother.

Mom was beautiful. The kind of blonde hair and peaches and cream complexion that would make heads turn wherever she went. It's easy to understand why dad-or any man would have wanted to marry her ... unless the need to destroy runs in the blood, or something. I say that because it seems that his particular sickness was passed down to me.

I took enough psyche courses in college to understand that what's wrong with me is a sexual adjustment thing-so I'm going to skip a lot of the details of my childhood except where they apply to the insanity between my legs.

In my parents' household, ever since I can remember, sex was as pervasive as air. Mom was dad's slave twenty four hours of every day. It seemed that she lived to please him. I guess that's because he was so smart and she was so beautiful ... and she always thought that besides her physical appeal she had nothing to offer ... which, by the way, wasn't true. Mom had a fine sense of humor and a warm, generous nature ... before the accident, that is ... but I'll get back to that later.

Like I said, mom's whole life was devoted to dad. If dad had been working late the night before and was asleep in the morning, she would tip-toe around the house as though she feared for her life ... and she would force me to do the same thing.

If dad was in a lousy mood or mad about something that had gone wrong at the office, mom trembled.

If dad said the sky was green, mom swore to it.

Needless to say, I wasn't brought up to believe in the supreme power of God, but in the supreme power of my father. I grew to worship him just like my mother did.

Until I found out what a fucking sonofabitch he really was, underneath all that fourteen carat wrapping.

As I think back now, I guess all the telltale signs of my father's real nature were there to see. I remember, when I was very young, how mom would often be sporting a black eye or some cruel-looking red bruises on her arms or legs. When I started asking her about them, she would laugh and make up some kind of story so as not to worry me. Like she would say she'd been playing tennis and got smacked in the eye by a ball she'd missed ... or that her horse had gone off the bridal path and some thorns in the bushes had scratched up her arms or her face.

It wasn't until I was sixteen that I put it all together, though. That was the first time I ever saw my father in action. And I don't think I'll ever get over it.

Mom and dad were big party givers. Practically every weekend the house would be filled with people and the cases of liquor would disappear like so much water. In their circle of rich friends loudness and drunkenness were common. It was not unusual, on. a Saturday night, for me to come home and find half the party polluted and hardly able to talk straight.

This particular Saturday night was no different I had been out at a dance at my high school. The girl I was dating-Karen Tucker-said that she was feeling sick at around ten in the evening. So I took her home and then drove back to my own house.

Karen's mother, who was divorced, was a member of my folk's social circle. They belonged to the same country club and spent a lot of time together. Mrs. Tucker~Audrey-was at my folks' party that night. Naturally, it was my intention to find her and tell her that her daughter was feeling a little under the weather.

When I arrived at the house, the usual melee was going on. Loud music blasted from the stereo system which was wired into every room. The voices were loud, the liquor was flowing, and as I walked in through the patio I could make out the shadowy outlines of several couples who were necking in the darkness.

Like I said, I didn't care. I was used to it. In those days, what the 'adults' did was their own business. Up until that point, it hadn't hurt me any.

To make a long story short, I went from room to room, elbowing my way through the drunken crowd, looking for Mrs. Tucker. She was nowhere to be found. Finally, I decided I would have to look around the grounds, figuring that perhaps she was outside with some of the others. After all, her daughter was sick and I felt an obligation to let her know about it.

After poking around the lawns for awhile-and interrupting quite a few of our "respectable" neighbors who, as I remember, were not in the shadows with their own spouses-I passed the stable on the other side of the garage. The sound of a woman's laughter floated out through the warm, summer air. Unmistakably the sound of Audrey Tucker.

For a moment, I hesitated ... wondering if somebody would be embarrassed if I went inside. Since I was only sixteen and filled with all kinds of teen-age morality, I figured I'd better do my duty at all costs, and let Mrs. Tucker know that Karen had come home early.

Then I heard the other woman's voice-the soft outcry-the sound of my own mother begging someone to stop.

I froze in my tracks. Some sixth sense told me not to go charging in there like a knight in armor. But I sure as hell knew that something very weird was going on.

Frightened and quaking in my tracks I tip-toed toward the building and peered in through the window of the tack room.

Doc, I'll never forget that sight as long as I live. It was the weirdest thing I'd ever seen.

The three of them were in there ... my mother, Audrey Tucker, and dad.

Both women were bare-assed naked.

Mom was on her feet,tied spread-eagle against the wall. The front of her body was stripped with welts that criss-crossed her pale white flesh in cruel red stripes.

Audrey Tucker had a short riding crop in her hand and was running the edge of it up and down mom's thighs..lingering around the curly blonde triangle of her pubic area.

Dad was wearing his shorts only. His thick cock stuck straight out of the fly as he stood behind Audrey, fondling her naked breast while her free hand played with his stiff dong.

I guess I should have puked, or run away or something.

Instead, I got a hard-on and was rooted to the spot, unable to tear myself from the sight, of that spectacle going on inside the tack room.

I could hardly believe what happened next.

Dad leaned very close to Audrey and whispered something in her ear. She threw her head back and giggled loudly, nodding in agreement at the same time. Then, she walked up to my mother, dropped to her knees, and pressed her face into the woman's crotch.

My mother cried out and started to tremble-but I could tell she was excited. Her tongue darted out between her lips, moistening them as she whimpered with pleasure.

Audrey reached up, grabbed the sides of mom's vagina and spread the lips as far apart as she could get them. Then, she stuck her tongue out and put it all the way up into mom's hole.

And all this time, dad was watching the whole thing with a shit-eating grin on his face ... taking it all in and playing with his stiff cock.

Audrey went to work like an expert. Her tongue darted tirelessly in and out of mom's vagina while mom trembled and moaned. Her nipples were sticking far out from her breasts and the sweat was pouring down her body.

Then, suddenly, her entire body started to quake violently. I could hear the sounds of her orgasm, ripping out of her throat like an animal's growl.

No sooner had mom finished, than - Dad pulled Audrey away from her. Without further ceremony, he stripped off his shorts, threw Audrey to the floor and covered her naked body with his own.

Obviously, Audrey loved it. She spread her legs wide and lifted herself up toward dad's plunging cock. Right in front of my mother, the two of them fucked for what seemed like years ... while mom watched, tears rolling down her face, gasping from the effort of her own recent orgasm.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Dad and Audrey kissing passionately ... fucking there on the tack room floor, right in front of my mother!

I turned and ran ... choking on my own feelings ... but still aware of the enormous hard-on in my own pants.

And from that day on, Doc, I think I turned into a maniac.

At that point in the story, Dean hunched over and started to cry violently again. I decided that perhaps the young man had dealt with all he could handle in one day and so I ended the session there, arranging for another appointment in the very near future.

INTERVIEW TWO

Dean arrived fifteen minutes late for his second appointment - a not uncommon pattern in some of the more traumatized patients. It's for those who dread what they are about to say. I didn't make an issue of it, preferring to give the young man all the support I could while he wrestled with the anguish of facing up to the torture inside himself. Instead, I greeted him in a friendly manner and let him continue at his own pace.

For the next two weeks I walked around in a daze, my insides festering like an open, infected wound. I couldn't eat and my sleep was filled with dreams ... wild, violent dreams of revenge.

I wanted to kill my father.

I wanted to tear Audrey Tucker into a dozen bloody pieces.

And I wished that my mother would just disappear into thin air so that I wouldn't have to look at her and remember again how she had actually enjoyed being brutalized by those two sons of bitches in the stable.

I felt like I was going right out of my mind!

Needless to say, I wasn't in any mood to see anyone, and my social life became non-existent. Before the incident in the stable, I had been dating Karen Tucker regularly..you might say we were going steady. But even though I had really liked Karen, I couldn't bring myself to see her. I was just too mixed up and miserable to do anything but barely manage to get through each day at school.

Then, one afternoon, I was driving home from school as usual. The convertible top of my car was down and I heard my name being called as I drove past the Tucker residence.

My spine turned to iron at the sound of Audrey Tucker's voice. There was no mistaking it ... and no ignoring it. I had to stop.

She smiled at me and waved me over to her driveway. To look at the cunt, you'd think she was the pillar of respectability. Her beige hair was freshly-styled from the beauty parlor, piled high on top of her head. The expensive suit she wore showed her voluptuous body off to its best advantage. And, of course, I knew exactly what was underneath that clothing!

I remember experiencing a strange kind of excited-nervousness as I turned my car into the driveway and pulled up in front of the portico where she was standing.

"How are you, Dean?" she asked, able to look me right in the eye without flinching. "Come on inside for a moment, won't you? There's something I'd like to talk to you about."

I took a deep breath and got out of the car. I hoped that she wouldn't be able to see that I was trembling. I actually felt my knees knocking together!

"Where's Karen?" I asked, trying to make small talk as I followed Audrey into the living room.

"Karen's gone to visit her father for the weekend," Audrey answered. "That makes this a perfect time for me to speak to you about what's on my mind."

"And what's that?" I asked, figuring that I already knew.

"Now mind you, Dean, I'm not the type of woman who makes a habit of prying into other people's business," Audrey began as she walked around behind the bar and pulled a bottle of scotch down from a glass shelf. Then, almost as an afterthought she asked, "You don't drink yet, do you?"

I don't know what came over me. All of a sudden it was as though I weren't the same guy I knew myself to be. "As a matter of fact, I do," I answered, my voice sounding very calm and controlled. "Scotch, please. Neat."

Audrey raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. "Quite the little man, aren't you dear?" she said as she poured a shot into a glass for me."

I accepted it with a nod of thanks and emptied the drink with one gulp; forcing myself not to wince as it burned like all hell down to my stomach.

"As I was saying," Audrey went on, coming around to my side of the bar, "I wouldn't normally butt in ... but Karen's been very upset and depressed for the last couple of weeks, and I think I know the reason why."

She waited for me to pick up the cue but I purposely played dumb and said nothing.

"You're the reason," Audrey went on, after it was obvious to her that she was getting nothing out of me. "You haven't called, you haven't come to the house, you haven't taken her out. Would you mind telling me why?"

I felt the fury rising inside of me again and I had to fight to act civil. "I've had other things on my mind."

"Like what?" Audrey asked, standing right in front of me and smiling like she were the most innocent thing in the world.

I swear, Doc, I don't know what came over me. I just looked right back at the woman and grinned. "Like Karen's mother," I answered, my voice ice-cold to match the mood inside me.

"I'm not sure I understand you," Audrey said, suddenly emptying her glass of scotch very quickly.

"Why don't you think about it a little?" I went on, suddenly enjoying the fear that I saw creeping into Audrey's eyes. She started to step backwards, but I moved right after her.

"Really, Dean ... I'm not sure I like your tone of voice," Audrey said, her mouth twitching nervously. "What's come over you?"

I took a deep breath and then decided to go all the way. "

"I've been spending too much time hanging around outside of stables," I answered.

I watched the comprehension suddenly light up in Audrey's eyes. Her mouth dropped open and the gasp of understanding wrenched free of her throat.

And then I saw my own hand ... as though it belonged to somebody else ... streaking across my line of vision as I slapped Audrey back and forth across the face.

She started to scream and I lost the last of my control. Suddenly, my cock was burning hot and stiff in my pants and I knew exactly what I was going to do.

"Get upstairs to the bedroom," I ordered her. "Dean ... please," Audrey sobbed, rubbing her cheek where the imprints of my fingers stood out. "You don't understand."

"I'll show you what I understand," I said, reaching forward and catching the front of her blouse in my hand. With one violent yank I ripped it right off her body. And then, the thin jacket to her suit and her brassiere.

Her tits were enormous ... even bigger than I'd remembered them. I gaped at the nipples and then lunged for one of them.

Audrey tried to get out of my way. She stumbled in her haste and fell backward over the coffee table. With a loud cry of pain she landed flat on her back on the rug.

I was right on top of her in a second, straddling her middle. I backhanded her across the face again. "Keep your fucking mouth shut," I warned, "Or I'll cripple you!"

Audrey covered her mouth with one hand and whimpered helplessly.

At the same time, I reached backward and pulled the bottom hem of her skirt all the way up over her hips.

The panties she wore were thin and flimsy. They came away like tissue paper in my hand ... revealing the thick, furry bush of her cunt hair.

I shoved my middle ringer up into her snatch ... all the way to the third knuckle. Audrey groaned but didn't say anything to try and stop me. I felt her cunt muscles contract around my finger and all of a sudden it dawned on me that the bitch was starting to enjoy herself.

I wasn't about to show her a good time.

"Get your skirt off," I ordered, lifting myself off my body and rubbing the prominent bulge at the front of my pants.

"Yes, Dean ... anything you say," Audrey answered, and her voice was suddenly like creamy velvet ... smooth and soft and supple.

The combination of lust and hatred was threatening to pulverize my brain. I opened my belt buckle and yanked the leather strip from around the top of my slacks. Then, I brought the strap down as hard as I could ... right across the middle of Audrey's naked belly.

She screamed bloody murder ... and that's just what I needed to hear. The more she yelled the more I loved it ... loved the sight of those mean looking red stripes that were starting to stand up all over the front of her body.

She rolled onto her stomach, trying to avoid the blows that I sent smacking down again and again against her unprotected flesh.

Her bare ass turned me on even stronger. I whacked the living daylights out of both cheeks until they were bright pink and Audrey was crying loudly with pain.

She tried to pull herself up to her hands and knees. I shoved her with my foot and she rolled over onto her back again ... just in time to see me pulling my hard-on out through the front of my pants.

"Suck it," I ordered.

She didn't offer so much as a syllable of protest. Immediately, she got up onto her knees in front of me, took my cock in her mouth and started to tongue the hard flesh.

I heard the sound of my own groaning as the room started to sway around me. The combination of booze and excitement was almost too much for me to handle. Still, there was a burning drive in me ... an obsession not to lose control of the situation.

I yanked my cock out of Audrey's mouth and pushed her flat on her back. Then, I crawled in between her legs and shoved her knees as far apart as they would go.

"Open your cunt," I commanded. "Get that pussy spread wide open."

"Must you talk to me like that?" she murmured. "It would be so much nicer if you spoke a little more gently. After all, Dean, you know a woman's needs. ... "

Her words were interrupted by the stinging blow of my fist. She gasped as a little trickle of blood began to run out of the corner of her mouth. "Get that cunt open," I repeated. "Before I start to get really tough with you."

Audrey was crying again ... and I loved the sight of those tears. Without another word, she reached down, grabbed the lips of her pussy and pulled the pink slit wide open.

She was wet and dripping. In the middle of her hole I saw her clit ... big and stiff ... just begging for something to rub against it.

I balled my fingers into a fist and shoved ... all the way up into her snatch ... feeling the tender flesh of her cunt stretching wide around my hand.

"Oh my god ... no ... don't. ... you're killing me!" Audrey groaned.

And I let her have it harder. With all my strength I rammed my fist up her cunt until she screamed like she was about to die.

Then, I grabbed my cock, crawled up over Audrey's shoulders and shot my load right into her face.

My come spattered down her nose and cheeks and dripped into her mouth. She was sobbing violently and her mouth was still bleeding.

I felt the piss rising toward my cock and I let it go ... sending a stream of hot, yellow liquid into her hair, her eyes onto both of her huge, heaving tits.

Then, without thinking twice I spat ... and caught her full in the face.

I tucked my prick back into my pants, put my belt on and started for the door. Just before I left I turned around for one last look.

Audrey was stall on the rug, on her back. Her thighs were spread wide open and she was finger-fucking herself frantically.

"See you around," I called, laughing as I left her house. For the first time in weeks, I felt good ... really good.

Funny, how I never even had a moment's concern about Audrey saying anything to anybody about what I had done to her. Of course, she couldn't say a word ... not after what I knew.

I suppose she thought it was all over.

Little did she knew that my revenge had only begun!

INTERVIEW THREE

Dean arrived early this time, for our session. I could tell by the nervousness in his manner that thoughts and feelings were easily starting to get to him. Once again, I waited until he chose to begin talking.

The weekend after I raped Mrs. Tucker, mom had her accident. At least I was told it was an accident. To make it brief, she fell down the stairs in our house during a party and did something to some nerves in her spine. She never was going to be able to walk again.

When the doctor told me the bad news at the hospital, I tried to feel something like what I thought a son ought to feel at such a time ... but I couldn't manage anything but numbness. All I could think about was the way she looked, groaning with passion in that stable while that whore, Audrey Tucker ate her pussy out and dad watched the whole scene, jerking himself off at the same time.

I don't know what dad was feeling either, if anything. He didn't have very much to say to me which was just fine, as far as I was concerned. I think, at that point, if a truck had rolled over him, I wouldn't have given a shit.

The only thing I noticed was that while mom was in the hospital, dad drank more and came home less. Sometimes, he'd be gone for days at a time. I don't know where he was, because I never tried to find him. I didn't call the office or anything. I just didn't care. I stayed home and developed an increasing tolerance for straight Scotch ... and thought about how nice it would be to smack the living shit out of Audrey Tucker all over again.

One afternoon, I was in the house, half-polluted and dozing on the sofa in the den. At first I wasn't sure if the sound of the doorbell was real or imagined. When I went out to investigate, I found Karen Tucker standing there, looking at me as though I were some kind of freak.

"Wow, Dean ... you sure are taking this hard aren't you?" she said, smiling sadly. "Long time no see. Mind if I come in?"

I shrugged. I didn't give a shit about anything, at that point. "Suit yourself."

"Not too friendly, are you?"

"What the fuck do you expect me to be?" I screamed at heir.

And all of a sudden, she started to cry.

The sight of those tears, doc, was what I think set me off. I turned around quickly and started walking back in the direction of the den, so that Karen couldn't see the way my dick was stiffening inside my pants.

She followed right after me, talking a mile a minute, snivelling and trying, I guess, to be helpful.

"I just can't understand what's come over you," she said, sitting down next to me on the sofa and dabbing at her eyes. "I could see if I didn't hear from you because of your mom's accident ... but you faded out long before that. I thought we had ... something special between us," she mumbled. "I thought we had an understanding."

Heaven help me, Doc. I knew just what I was doing as I put my face in my hands and forced myself to cry.

Karen ... just as I knew she would ... moved very close to me and put her arms around me. "Please, Dean ... let me help you," she whispered. "Don't shut me out of your life. You know how much I feel about you."

That was what I had been waiting to hear. "Karen ... you don't know how terrible its been for me," I said. And with that I pulled her into my arms and kissed her ... hard..right on the mouth.

Now let me tell you, Doc ... Karen and I had been into some heavy petting while we were going out, but since she was the daughter of a friend of the family and all that, I never tried to lay her before.

That day, I didn't give her any choice.

I shoved my tongue all the way down into her throat and went straight for her tits.

"Please, take it easy, Dean ... you're hurting me," she said, when we came up for air.

I didn't answer. Instead, I guided her down onto the pillows and lay right beside her. Then, I tongue-kissed her again and slid my hand up underneath her skirt.

At first she started to protest, but before she could do very much about it, I had my hand over her pussy and was rubbing her snatch in a way that no living woman can ignore. I heard her sigh deep in her throat and I knew I was on the right track.

Her pussy started to get wet and soon the crotch of her panties was soaking against my fingers. Wild with excitement, I slid my hand in through the leg opening and parted her pussy lips.

"Please Dean ... don't," she murmured, trying to wiggle away from my probing fingers.

Too late ... I slid my middle finger into her slippery hole and went right for her clit.

It was large and stiff..just like her mother's. And as soon as that thought hit me, I stopped pretending.

She screamed as I jabbed my finger all the way up her snatch, but I covered her mouth with my hand and ripped off her panties. Then, I grabbed her behind the knees, forced her legs up over her head and dove straight for her sweet cunt with my mouth.

I used my tongue on her just the same way that Audrey had done to my mother. And before very long, Karen's sobs were intermingled with loud gasps of excitement.

I shoved my tongue in and out of her hole, raping her, in my mind, with my tongue. The juice started to flow hot and heavy out of her cunt and the more I teased her clit the more wet she became.

My cock was burning up and I reached down to open my pants. The sound of my zipper opening interrupted Karen's moans of pleasure.

"Oh no ... don't ... you mustn't," she cried, suddenly frightened as she looked down and saw the hard cock that I was aiming toward her pussy.

I grabbed her legs again and pinned them up near her shoulders. She tried to fight her way free, but her strength was no match for mine.

"You're going to get fucked, Karen," I growled, loving the terrified expression that was opening her eyes wide and making her mouth tremble. "You're going to get the whole length of my cock right up inside your hole. This the first time for you?"

"Dean ... don't. ... for heaven's sake ... I'm a virgin!" she cried.

"Not for long," was my answer as I wedged the head of my cock in between her cunt lips.

She screamed as I forced my way deeper and deeper inside of her. I could feel the walls of her virgin pussy giving way before the tremendous hardness and strength of my cock and I pushed even harder, deeper.

Karen was crying hysterically as I fought my way the final few inches into her twat. Then, when I felt my balls slapping against her upturned ass, I started to shove in and out, fucking her slowly and steadily.

"It hurts ... it hurts!" she cried.

And I went bananas. Lifting myself as high as I could without pulling out of her, I looked down to see where my cock was entering her body. The pinkness of her pussy was wet and sticky around my stiff tool ... and the sight of her helplessness turned me on even stronger.

I started to pump ... ramming in and out of her gash ... fucking her for all I was worth. I didn't care that she was crying and screaming and biting her lip. I liked the fact that she was still fighting me ... that she was suffering ... that I was ripping her cunt wide open.

And then, all of a sudden, she stopped fighting and started to move with me. I felt her twat squeeze my prick and that was the end of it for me ... I shot my load in buckets of hot, sticky fluid all the way up inside of her.

And, at the same time, Karen cried out in the midst of her first orgasm ... telling me how much she loved me ... begging me never to stop ... pulling me deep into her hole and holding me there while her cunt went wild around my cock.

And that's the way it's been ever since, Doc. Every time I go out with a girl I wind up forcing her to let me fuck her. I love the way they fight me and scream and cry. Some of them even try and claw me with their nails.

But practically every time, they wind up loving it and begging for more. Even the virgins. There isn't a woman alive, I don't think, who doesn't love being abused.

I only wish I enjoyed it as much as they do.

CONCLUSION

Dean's hostilities and confusions are going to take a long time to unravel with him. Fortunately, he has come seeking professional help while he is still young enough to be able to change and adapt to what is healthy and real.

Although he has not attacked and violated unknown women in the manner of most rapists, his evaluation of himself as a rapist is no less valid. He does, in fact, force women into sexual relations against their will ... at least initially.

I am optimistic about this young man's prognosis. I feel he is intelligent and perceptive enough to be brought, with professional help, to an understanding of his motives, and the realization of how his parent's behavior has affected his outlook since adolescence.

CASE HISTORY FOUR

Subject: Alice J. Age: Sixteen

INTERVIEW ONE

It was with great trepidation that Alice entered my office. She looked around very cautiously and I could tell that she was indeed quite afraid. Of what she was afraid I couldn't tell, but that fear was certainly apparent.

As she began to speak to me, I learned that she was afraid that her parents would find out that she had visited my office. She thought that she would be punished if they learned of her visit and she made me swear that I wouldn't tell them a word of what she had said.

Of course I promised and it is understandable why she didn't want her parents to know she had spoken of them. Her story is hot very common, and it concerns her mother and father in a most intimate way.

I know that if my parents find out that I am here, they will be very upset. I hope I'm not doing them a disservice by coming here, but there are many things on my mind that I've just got to talk about with someone. I hope that everything will work out for the best in the end.

My parents love to entertain a lot. They are always having some people over for dinner or they are going over to their friends. They love to eat and drink and it seems that they indeed enjoy the company of their friends. Sometimes their friends stay until it is quite late, and I have been awakened when their friends have gone and discovered that the sun was about to rise.

My folks usually make sure that I am asleep and then they go back to their friends, but there is one incident that I remember and I must talk about it. There was one time that things didn't go exactly the way they always had in the past at one of my parents' dinner parties.

It was late, and I had gone up to bed as usual. I like to watch television before I fall asleep, in fact it usually puts me to sleep, but this one night there was a very interesting movie on and stayed up to watch it. My parents didn't like it when I stayed up past my bedtime so I would always keep the TV set sound on very low. This particular movie was so interesting that it was quite late when it was finally over and I was about to get to sleep.

I thought I had heard some strange noises coming from the living room and I tiptoed downstairs to see what was going on. I peeked through the doorway and I saw my parents and this other couple without their clothes on. My father was with this lady on the sofa, and my mother was with this man, I guess it was the lady's husband, lying on the very plush rug that we have. I watched them for a couple of minutes before I realized what they were doing.

I saw my father put his penis into this woman's vagina. They were all laughing and looked like they were having a good time. I stared at this without taking my eyes off my father for one minute. His penis looked very hard and wet as it went in and out of this lady's hole. I became terrified and I ran back upstairs to my room and turned out the light. I pretended to be asleep, but I kept hearing the laughter and the noise from the other room.

I was lying very still in my bed, when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Apparently someone had heard me run up the stairs and wanted to see if I was asleep or not. My door opened. I was very frightened because I didn't know who it was or what was going to happen to me. My heart was pounding very hard and I kept my eyes tightly shut.

It was my father, and I heard his voice calling my name very softly.

"Alice, Alice, are you asleep? Are you asleep Alice?" he asked over and over again. I didn't make a sound and tried not to stir.

I suddenly started to sneeze. I tried to control myself but I couldn't and I let out a very big sneeze. My father said God bless you or something like that and I murmured thanks. I guess he realized then that I was awake.

"So you're not asleep, Alice, are you? Why are you pretending? Was that you who was downstairs spying on us?"

"I wasn't spying on you," I said still with my eyes closed. "I heard noise and I went downstairs to see what it could possibly be. I hope I didn't disturb you."

"No, but what did you see? You didn't come into the room, did you?"

"No, daddy," I said, "I just peeked a little bit, I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind, dearest. Did you see anything that might upset you?"

"No," I said hesitantly, "I didn't. I guess I didn't." I was afraid to tell him what I saw.

"What did you see? Please Alice, tell me what you did see. I hope you will be honest with me."

"I'm too embarrassed to say it, daddy. I don't know what to say."

"You must have seen something in the room or you wouldn't have run back upstairs like that. You just took off like the wind."

"Well, I don't know. I saw you and mommy and two other people, a man and a woman. That was all."

"That's all? Just the four of us?" He apparently didn't know how much I had seen.

"There was no one else there, daddy, was there?"

"No, just the four of us." I still had my eyes shut. I wanted to go to sleep.

"You are not telling the truth, Alice. You saw more than just four of us sitting around."

N"I didn't say you were sitting around, I just said I saw four people."

"And what were we doing that you saw? You must tell your father the whole truth, Alice, you really must. Don't we tell you everything?"

"Yes, you do. Well, I saw you and mommy and the other couple all naked. No one had any clothes on at all."

"Is that all?"

"Well, I saw you on top of that other lady and you were putting your ... your ... "

"My what, Alice? My penis?" I was very embarrassed now. I opened my eyes. When I opened them I saw my father standing there completely naked. His penis wasn't so hard now, but it was big, and I saw his balls hanging down behind his dick.

"Yes," I said. "I saw you putting your penis inside her vagina. Is that what you were doing?"

"Yes, it was. I was fucking her. I was fucking this woman. Does that shock you?"

"No. I guess not. I don't think so." I didn't know what to say to him. "Why were you doing it?" I asked. "Why weren't you fucking mommy?"

"Because we both like to have a change sometimes. We both like to fuck other people. Can you understand that? Does that make sense to you?"

"Yes, it does. When I get married, will I be able to fuck people other than my husband?"

"Of course, Alice, you will. You don't even have to wait until you are married to fuck. You can do it before, as long as you are careful."

I didn't know whether to tell my father that I had already been fucked by a boy before. I decided not to, because I thought he might yell at me. I didn't know at the time that he had already known about it and didn't say anything to me.

"You mean it's okay to fuck with anyone you want to?" I wasn't sure.

"Of course," he said. "You can always fuck with whoever you want to as long as both of you are willing to and are happy with each other. If you are careful, fucking can be the most pleasurable experience of your life."

"I'm glad you said that, daddy. I'm glad you say it's okay to fuck. I'd really like to have a boy's penis inside my cunt."

"Just a boy?" he asked. "Why wouldn't you want a man's cock up your hole?"

"I didn't mean I wouldn't want it, I just don't think a man who is much older than me would be interested in fucking me. I would like it very much, though."

"Well, I'm sure that Fred downstairs would like it very much. Would you like to come back downstairs and join us? We could all have a really good time this evening."

I noticed that as he spoke, his dick became harder and thicker. His penis was stiff and erect and was pointing at me. I thought about it for a few minutes and then agreed to go downstairs with him.

"Okay, daddy," I said. "I'd really like to come downstairs and meet your friends. I hope you don't yell at me for staying up so late."

"Of course not," he laughed. "I wouldn't yell at you for staying up late now. This proves that you're a big girl who can do what she wants. Come on down, but first take off your nightgown. All of us are naked and we don't want to have anyone with clothes on in our midst."

I took off my nightgown with my father's help. He reached out and as he helped lift it over my head, his hands caressed my breasts. I felt all tingly inside and felt my little nipples get hard and stiff, just like my father's penis.

We went downstairs and entered the living room. My mother was lying down on her back with her legs spread far apart. Fred, my father's friend, was on top of her with his prick inside her cunt hole. She was moaning and groaning and telling him to push it in further. My father kept his hands on my breasts and introduced me to his friends. They nodded hello, and Fred went back to fucking my mother.

I felt a hand on my ass. It was Fred's wife, Susan. She was caressing my buttocks and patting me very gently. I loved the way she touched me.

"You have a lovely ass, Alice," she said to me. "I had as nice an ass when I was your age."

"You still do," said my father. "You have the nicest ass that I've ever seen."

"What about mommy?" I asked. "Don't you like her ass?" I was upset that he seemed to prefer Susan's ass to my mother's.

"I love her ass," he said laughingly, "but Susan's ass is much firmer and rounder. I like your mother's tits a whole lot more, though."

Susan made a face at him, but it was true. Susan's tits were much smaller than mother's and even I didn't think they were as attractive.

"But what about my cunt, Harry? Who has the nicer cunt? Me or Jane?"

"Don't ask a man that question, Susan. It's not fair. I like both your cunts. I like shoving my prick into both of them."

"He likes mine better," my mother called out. "I can tell by how hard his cock gets when it's inside my pussy."

"Please, dear," my father said. "I don't want to compare. Besides, there is a new cunt with us today. Perhaps Alice has the best pussy of all, don't you, Alice?"

"I don't know, maybe I do." I was still a little scared of what was going on.

"Well," said Fred, "there's only one way to find out. Let me fuck her and we'll see. I've already had both cunts that are in this room and now 111 have a chance to have the third one."

"Okay," said my father. "You can go first. But then I want to sample her twat. After all, she is my own daughter and I have a right to shove my dick into her quim. It's only fair, you know."

"Okay," he said. "But you will have to wait your turn. You will have to wait until I've fucked her. That is, if it's okay with Alice. I don't think anyone should ram her" unless she agrees. Right Alice?" He turned to me asking for my approval. He was a very good looking man and I really did want to feel his shaft inside my cunt hole, so I agreed to let him fuck me. His dong was very big and I was a little afraid that it might hurt.

He must have sensed that I was afraid, because he came over to me and spoke rather tenderly to me.

"It won't hurt," he said. "I assure you that it may be big, but I will see to it that you won't be hurt by it. Unless, of course, you've never been fucked by anyone before. Have you, Alice? Has anyone ever fucked you before?"

I was unsure of what to say, because as I said, I didn't want my father to know that I wasn't a virgin, but he just smiled and looked at me.

"Alice is not a virgin," he said. "She has been deflowered by a young man in a parked car. Isn't that true, Alice?" he asked.

"Yes, y-yes," I stammered. "How did you know? I never told anyone." He only smiled at me and didn't say another word about it.

"Well, then, Alice," said Fred. "If you're not a virgin, then my prick won't hurt you a bit. Come on, Alice, let's see what happens between us."

He began to put his hands on me. He fondled my breasts, giving my tits a slight pinch. My nipples were now really hard and firm and I felt a tingle inside my cunt. I could tell that I was lubricating and that my slit was getting ready for a man to insert his dork inside me.

Fred's penis was very hard and stiff now. His cock head pressed against my pussy hairs and I could feel the blood pounding inside his dick. The veins were near the surface and his cock was really throbbing and ready to thrust its way deep into my hole.

My mother and Susan were watching me from the sofa. I could see my mother's hand up Susan's twat, with her fingers going in and out of her friend's soft flesh. My father was just watching me, his stiff dick still pointing in my direction. I knew that he wanted to fuck me, and just wanted Fred to get my cunt all nice and juicy for him.

Fred inserted his dick inside my cunt. My pussy lips parted to make way for his dong, and as it went deeper and deeper, I could feel a slight burning sensation. My cunt walls were being stretched a little bit by his huge dong. I cried out in pain, and he immediately slowed down. That made me feel much better and soon I was relaxed and enjoying this man's whang ramming itself in and out of my cunt. I could feel a fabulous sensation of sheer ecstasy coming over me as I allowed my quim juices to flow easily.

"Oh, that feels so good!" I cried as that dick kept going in and out of my quim.

"You really do have a fabulous cunt," said Fred. "It's better than these two older women here."

"Hey, wait a minute," called out his wife. "Who are you calling older?"

"You are, you know," he said. "Alice has the youngest pussy I've ever had."

"It may be younger," said my mother, "but her twat isn't necessarily better than ours, even though I'm sure it's really good."

Fred kept fucking me harder and faster. I felt wave after wave of pleasure coming over me. I was feeling sensations that I had never felt before. His balls kept hitting me on my cunt hairs and I was feeling that cock get hotter and hotter.

"Alice, baby," he said, "I'm going to come up your goddam cunt. I'm going to shoot my hot load deep into your young and juicy twat. I'm coming, baby! I'm coming!"

I felt his come racing down into my hole. His hot cream felt good as it gushed out and coated my pussy walls. My body writhed and shuddered as his dick emptied itself of its load of come. I was saturated with his liquid. My body had filled up with the hot juice that his dick had given me. Filled to the brim.

Fred relaxed and his body pressed against mine. I could see my father's prick still hard and stiff and I knew that he wanted to get inside of me. He looked at Fred as he took his penis out, and walked towards me.

"How do you feel?" he asked. "How's my daughter now that she's been fucked?"

"I'm okay, dad," I said, "I feel good, but tired. Fred's prick exhausted me."

"Are you too tired for another round?" he asked. "Would you like to have another stiff prick up your quim?"

"I think I'm too tired now, daddy, I'm sorry. Maybe some other time, I'm really so tired now." I was tired too. I could feel my eyes beginning to close without my help. I knew I was about to fall asleep. I could hear my mother's voice in the background.

"Look at her, the poor dear! She's so tired. We really ought to put her right to bed. Maybe next time she'll have more energy than she had today. I guess this was a completely new experience for her. We shouldn't try to have her do too much. There'll be other times and we can all be together for many hours on end."

"You are right," my father said, "as I felt him carry me upstairs to my bedroom and I felt his warm hands lower me onto my bed.

So you see, doctor, that my parents might be very upset if they knew that I was here. They might not want me to tell you or anyone else of what their friends do with them. They might be embarrassed and they might lose their friends.

I hope you can understand how I feel in this situation.

I told her that I did understand and that there would be nothing to fear from me on that score. I asked her if she had any further details to tell me about, and when she said that there was another incident involving the same people, I asked her to come back the next day and tell me all about it.

She agreed to come back and we made an appointment for the following day.

INTERVIEW TWO

When Alice arrived the next day, she was much calmer than she had been at first. She was no longer afraid and she seemed genuinely eager , to talk. It apparently had been of great benefit to tell me about what had happened to her.

She didn't even wait for any opening remarks from me for her to begin her story this time. She just started in and told me all the details that led up to her being fucked.

Well, doctor, after that first time, I was much more relaxed when I was in the company of their friends. I somehow seemed to be a different girl that I was before and that was something that my parents could also sense. I never had to be in bed by a certain time, and whenever I wanted to watch something on the television, I was always allowed to do so. As long as I got my schoolwork done on time, there was never any hassle about how late I stayed up.

I remember a few weeks later, they received an invitation from Fred and Susan to spend the evening with them at their place. It was for dinner and drinks and I was thrilled when I discovered that I was included in the invitation. It was addressed to all three of us, and I looked forward to the day when we would be going.

"You look really happy that you are coming along with us," my father said.

"I really am. I like Fred and Susan and I would very much like to spend the evening with them. I think it was very nice of them to ask me along. They're really your friends and they didn't have to do so, you know."

"I know, but they like you as much as you like them. I think they are the ones who think they are lucky knowing you. I'm sure they look forward very much to seeing you again. We'll buy you a new dress for the occasion. How does that sound?"

"It sounds great!" I exclaimed. "I'm going to have a really great time. I just know it, and I would also love to have a new dress. Can I have a red one made out of velvet? Can I please, daddy?"

"Of course, dear, anything you want. It's going to be a very special evening, and you should be dressed in very special clothes. We'll go tomorrow and pick one out, okay?"

"Great. I'm so happy, daddy. I love you!" I was ecstatic. I was almost jumping up and down with great joy. I couldn't wait for the big day.

The day finally arrived and I had my new red dress. I think I looked really stunning and so did my mother and father. We were all nicely dressed and we arrived at their house exactly at the appointed time. We were ushered in and I looked around the house. It was very large, much bigger than ours, and they had a really big dining room, and a tremendous living room. They took our coats and we sat down and began to nibble on some of the hors d'oeuvres that they had set out for us.

Dinner was served and it was delicious. We ate huge portions of roast beef, which just happens to be my favorite food. I don't know if they knew that or not, but at any rate, it was super. I ate more than anybody. We also had some wine, which was very good. I don't usually like wine, but this one was superb. We had a delicious dessert and then we all went back into the living room.

Fred turned on the stereo to some soft music and he and my mother started to dance with each other. My father didn't really like to dance, so my mother usually danced with whoever did. After a while, Fred asked me if I would like to dance. I love to dance, so I agreed.

We did a few of the new fast dances, which I had to teach Fred how to do since he never really learned anything later than the fox trot. It was a lot of fun, though, and he kept making mistakes which we both laughed about.

We started to do some slow dances and I felt his arms around my shoulder. It was very warm in the room especially after all that wine and dancing, and Fred asked me if I would like to put on something that would make me cooler.

"Well," I said, "this dress is really warm. I like it though, and I don't know if I want to take it off. I've never worn it before."

"It really is pretty," he said, "but you shouldn't get yourself a cold or anything by being overheated. I can get you something of Susan's to wear, is that okay, Susan?" He looked at his wife who agreed that I shouldn't remain in that warm dress.

"Okay, maybe you're right," I said. "I should be careful about getting a cold. I have my finals in school next week and I don't want to be sick for them."

"Okay," said Fred and he went up the stairs for a minute. He returned with a very light bathrobe that was pink and satiny. It looked beautiful. He held it out to me and asked me if I would like to change into it.

"Where can I change?" I asked. "Is there a bathroom here." Everybody laughed.

"Of course there's a bathroom in this house," said Fred. "There happen to be three of them, but you don't have to change there. Why don't you just put it on here. We're all friends, you know."

"True," I said and I began to unsnap the beautiful red velvet dress that my father had bought me. I had a bit of trouble with the hook, and my father came over and helped me. He unsnapped the top snap and began to remove each button from their buttonholes. His hands worked quickly and pretty soon the dress was almost off.

"She really has pretty shoulders," I heard Susan say. "She really is a beautiful young girl."

"She certainly is," said my father, "and that's not just a proud papa talking. She is one of the most attractive girls I've ever known." I felt really proud.

"Look at her breasts," said my mother. "They are really firm and nicely developed. Her nipples are just the right shape and size."

My father removed my dress. I wasn't wearing a bra, because he had said that with this dress I didn't need to. My tits were exposed and I could feel that everyone was staring at them. I was a little self conscious but I proceeded to take off my clothes.

With my father's help, I managed to get my dress off. My panties and my stockings were the only things that I had left on. Fred came over and slowly rubbed his hands on my thighs and began to remove my hose. I could feel his hands slowly caressing my legs and it felt wonderful.

"Do you like this?" Fred asked. "Do you like the way my hands feel?" I could barely answer. I felt so good and warm.

"Oh, yes," I softly said. "It feels so good. Your hands feel so warm on my legs."

"I like the way you feel, too," he said. "I really like you, Alice, I like you very much."

I could see my parents and Susan standing nearby and watching us. I looked at my father and saw him caressing the bulge in his pants inside his fly. I knew that he was getting a hard-on just from watching Fred and me. I saw him reach for his zipper and lower his fly. His penis was indeed hard and as he took it out, he smiled at me. His balls were ready to juice up my cunt. I knew that my father wanted to fuck me.

Fred got up after he removed my stockings.

He removed his shirt, saying that he, too, was feeling very warm. His body was very well-developed and his chest was quite muscular.

My mother and Susan were caressing each other's breasts. I could see my mother's tits, as her blouse was completely opened and she wasn't wearing a brassiere either.

Fred took off his pants and his stiff shaft was hard and pointing right at my twat. My father approached slowly and put his hands on my body. One hand was on my ass, and the other one was pulling my panties down. I could feel the touch of his fingers on my cunt hairs and I felt a finger slowly begin to play with my pussy lips.

"You still have most of your clothes on, dear," said my mother to my father. "Everyone else seems to have gotten more comfortable. The only thing you don't have is your fly zipped up." My father looked around and realized that he was the only one who was still dressed. He stopped fondling me and began to remove his shirt and pants. His organ was still hard and erect, and I felt my twat beginning to get really juicy, just ready for the feel of a stiff prick shoved deep down inside it.

He removed his clothes and then we were all naked. My father approached me again and this time his whole body pressed against mine. Fred went off and joined my mother and Susan and I could see my mother's mouth sucking on Fred's big dick.

My father held my ass tightly. His fingers started to go inside my asshole and I could feel a warm and pleasant sensation on the tip of my anus.

"You really are a very pretty girl" he said. "I'm glad you're my daughter."

"I'm glad you're my father," I said. "I love you very much."

"And I love you, very much, Alice. I love you more than I can say." He didn't say anything after that for a while, but started to insert his penis into my hole. I felt my pussy filling up with both his hard prick and my running liquids. My vagina was lubricating now, and it was getting his dork all hot and wet. He groaned and shook as his dick rammed its way deeper and deeper into my young flesh.

"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!" I cried. I longed for the feel of his hot cock shoved up my quim. "Fuck me, daddy, please!" I wanted him badly. I never realized until just this moment how badly I wanted my father to fuck me.

. "Alice, dearest, you are the most precious thing I have. I want to hold you and fuck you and never let you go. You are the most important person to me in the whole world." His cock became harder and hotter as he rammed it down as far as it would go. I felt my whole body fill up with his meat. His balls kept banging against my cunt hairs as his dick rammed in and out. I wanted his cock, I wanted his balls. I needed to have my father's organ penetrate me deep and hard. "Oh, daddy!" I cried. "Your prick feels so good. Please fuck me as hard as you can!"

"I'm fucking you as hard as I've ever fucked anybody, including your mother. Your soft and delicate cunt flesh is so beautiful. Your pink arid hot quim is driving me to distraction. I've always wanted to fuck you, but I never knew whether you wanted me or not. I'm so glad that we can now be happy together. We can fuck for always, dear Alice, and your cunt and my cock will be partners forever."

I felt so happy that I began to cry. I started sobbing, but they weren't tears of sorrow, rather they were tears of joy. My whole body began to shake and I began to feel a most wonderful thing. It felt like an earthquake, or a volcanic eruption inside my vagina. I felt great spasms of pleasure. I kept crying out in delight as my father's dick shoved its way inside my hole.

"Oh! Oh!" I cried. "My cunt feels like it's on fire! I feel so wonderful!" I didn't know what to cry out, I just wanted to scream.

"You're coming, Alice baby, you're having an orgasm." I had never had an orgasm before. It was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me. I felt like dynamite had been put inside my cunt and it kept exploding without stopping.

My father kept pumping away. His hot and hard dick shoved itself back and forth, in and out of my juicy vagina. His dick was really wet and stiff. I could feel it throbbing and thrusting and I could tell that my father was about to shoot his load of come deep inside my twat.

"I'm going to come, sweetheart!" I heard him say. "I'm going to shoot my hot load of cream right up your twat. You're going to drink all my come, baby, your cunt is going to be full of my hot juice!"

As soon as he spoke, his penis let loose with a tremendous gushing of white cream. It poured out of his dick and filled up my juicy sweet hole with foam. Our juices were intermixed and as his body and mine both writhed and shivered, we held on to each other, not wanting to let go ever, ever again.

Our bodies felt as if they had become one. I could tell that I wanted my father to fuck me and fuck me over and over again. I never wanted another penis inside me. I wanted my father's cock and only his. His prick was everything to me.

When our bodies finally relaxed, we just lay there. My mother and Fred and Susan were still going at it on the sofa, but we didn't pay them much attention. My father just held on to me tightly and I held on to him. I never wanted to let him go. We were to be together for always and ever.

I don't know why I am telling you this, doctor. My parents have been very good to me and now that I have a boyfriend my own age, I'm not so sure that I want to have my father as my only lover. I don't want to give him up, but I want to keep my boyfriend also. I just don't know what to do. If my father finds out that I've told someone about us, he will never speak to me again.

CONCLUSION

I explained to Alice that it would be a good idea for her to keep up her association with her boyfriend. It was important to have a friend one's own age, and that while her sexual relations with her father may not be as harmful as some narrow-minded people have suggested, it was still good to have some young friends.

I assured her that her father never need find out that there are others who knew of their affair, and I warned her against saying anything to her boyfriend. If he ever found out about it, he might just refuse to continue fucking her, and she enjoyed his cock as much as her father's. I told her that if she had experienced any new relationships with other people, of any age, she should enjoy them for what they were and not feel that she was doing anything wrong. If she enjoyed it, I told her, that was the only criterion for doing it.

CASE HISTORY FIVE

Subject: Jack D. Age: Seventeen

INTERVIEW ONE

Jack entered my office with all the swagger and bravado of a young man who has just scored with his girl. He was confident and self-assured. He wanted to talk to me, he said, only because he needed to share his experiences with someone and that I was the most convenient person around.

When I told him him that I would refuse to talk to him unless he offered me more respect than that, he calmed down and told me exactly what was happening with him.

He wasn't the assertive and aggressive person he seemed to be, and that the girl he had just conquered, was his mother, and she had done the conquering, not him.

I agreed to hear him out, and this is his story.

My mother and I have always been very close. I remember years ago, whenever something would happen to me in school or outside of school that would make me cry, like some of the bigger boys trying to beat me up, she would always be the one to offer me sympathy. My father, on the other hand, would never try to comfort me. He always said that I should learn to take it like a man, and as a result I have always hated him. Maybe it's because of that hate, that I allowed myself to become very, very close to my mother, but at any rate we do share a great deal of time and common effort together. It wasn't until just recently, that I became aware that my mother's attention on me was not just that kind of attention that one associates with mothers.

I remember the day that the whole family went to the beach together. We packed our lunch and drove off in the family car to the seashore. We liked spending the summer days like this. Everyone in the family liked the water and loved to swim and it was always a source of great happiness for me to be able to spend whole days at the beach.

I had just bought a new swimsuit. It was made out of nylon, and I bought it because it dried very easily. It also had great clinging properties, which made it very comfortable and also very attention getting when it was wet.

We set up our umbrella in the sand and after we had been there a while, another couple sat down near us. They were apparently old friends of my parents and they hadn't seen each other in many years. They spent a good deal of time talking to us and my mother seemed especially pleased to see them again after all the intervening years.

Their names were Sally and Peter Holmes and it seems that my mother knew them way back in the days when she went to school. My mother didn't do much swimming that day, and both Peter and Sally stayed with her and just talked and talked.

I noticed that Sally kept looking over in my direction, and I assumed that they were just talking about me. I didn't mind, because I knew that my mother was proud of me and was always boasting about me to her friends. What I didn't realize at the time was that Sally was looking at my bathing suit. Every time I came out of the water, it clung to me and showed everyone very clearly, the outline of my dick and balls. I wasn't aware of this at first, but as she stared at me more and more, I began to realize just where her interest was located.

As the day ended, my family decided that it was time to go. My mother wanted to stay and continue to talk to her friends, but my father said that he had to get back because he had some work to do. She apparently was resigned to go back home, until Sally suggested that she stay with them, and go back to their place, and then later they would drive her home. I didn't want to leave the beach just yet. I loved to swim in the water as the sun went down. It always seemed to me to be much nicer at that time of day, and I asked if I couldn't stay with them and be driven back with my mother.

That seemed to please everyone, since I could stay at the beach, and my father wouldn't have to deal with me during the trip home. It was settled, and my mother and I stayed with her friends Sally and Peter, until the sun had almost disappeared. We then started to go to their car and be driven home.

"You know, Janet," Sally said to my mother, "why don't you and Jack come back with us for dinner? We've got plenty of food and I think we still have so much to talk about."

"That's a really good idea," said my mother, "but I'll have to ask Jack. I don't want to keep him out longer than he really wants to. Is that all right?" she asked me.

I had no objections and so I agreed. We decided that we would stay for dinner and then they would drive us home.

They gave us quite a sumptuous feast. I can't remember the last time that I ate so well. There was more food on that table than I had seen in many weeks before. They must have been very rich people.

After the dinner, we got to talking. I knew that Sally was interested in me and she spent a good deal of time talking to me about what I was doing, and what my plans were for the future.

I hadn't really thought too much about them, and I told her that. I didn't know what I would be doing when I finished school. I didn't know whether I would go to college or not and that it didn't really seem all that important at that moment. I was just happy as I was, and didn't want to spend too much time thinking about the future.

Peter Holmes said he was tired and he went upstairs to take a nap. He had spent a lot of time in the sun and that would tire anyone out. He left us after dinner, after muttering some apologies for his weariness.

My mother and Sally kept talking for some time. Every now and then, Sally would glance in my direction and I could tell that she was thinking nice things about me, because I would catch her smiling at me. My mother smiled at me a lot also and I felt very good.

"That was a really nice bathing suit you had on this afternoon," said Sally. "Where did you get it? I'd like Peter to get one like that."

"I don't really remember," I said truthfully. "I buy a lot of things from a lot of stores. But you, too, had on a nice suit. It was very pretty."

"Thank you," she said, "but how did I look in it? I know the suit was pretty, but ... " I knew that she was fishing for a compliment.

"You looked really swell, didn't she mother?" I said. "You are a very pretty lady." I could see her blush. She liked to be flattered and she liked especially to be flattered by me.

My mother spoke up next. She said, "Both of you looked especially good today. Jack always looks good in a bathing suit, especially one when he just comes out of the water." I began to blush. I knew what I wet suit did for me.

"Ma, please!" I begged. "You're embarrassing me." I felt my face turn red.

"I'm sorry, Jack, dear, but I think you ought to know that women like that sort of thing. Your body is really in good shape and I think you ought to be proud of it."

"I know, but all the same, I feel funny about having my body discussed in public."

"Nonsense," said Sally. "You shouldn't feel funny about that at all. I wish that my body were in as good a shape as yours is in. I would have to have it discussed anywhere, anytime."

"You are in good shape," I protested. "Your body is very youthful and nicely proportioned."

"Nicely proportioned? Does that mean that you think my tits are a good size?" We all' laughed.-It was apparent to everyone that Sally's tits were very large.

"I can't tell," I said jokingly. "I can't see them. You keep them covered by your clothes. On the beach you were wearing a bathing suit, and now you're wearing a blouse." My mother thought that was very funny.

"Take off your blouse, so Jack can see your tits!" she called out. "Don't be shy, Sally, you yourself said you liked having your body discussed in public."

"I said only if it were as well developed as Jack's. I don't want to take my clothes off right here and now." She was looking a bit startled, as if she was expected to remove her clothing.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Well," she said, "I'll take off my blouse, if you will takeoff your pants. Fair is fair, you know. I'd like to see just what you really were carrying under that bathing suit."

"He's carrying a pretty big dong," said my mother. "I know, I've seen it."

By this time, my face had turned even redder. I started to protest, but my mother quickly hushed me up. "I don't want to talk like that, mother," I started to say.

"It's not only a big dong," she continued, "but if you'll notice his pants carefully, it looks like it's getting bigger." It was true. I was getting a hard-on from talking about Sally's tits. My penis was becoming quite stiff and erect.

"So it is," said Sally. "Come on, Jack. You looked so luscious in your bathing suit. Let's have everyone see what size dick you have."

"You should go first, Sally," said my mother. "You have the most courage."

"And the biggest tits," I added, beginning to enjoy' the situation. "Come on, Sally, I'll take off my pants and show you my prick if I can see how big your titties really are."

My mother was enjoying this interchange. I could see her slowly start to rub herself at her crotch. It was obvious that her cunt was beginning to get all juicy inside.

Sally slowly began to remove her blouse. Her large and pink breasts peered out from inside the cloth. I reached over and rushed her. I almost tore her blouse off in a frantic effort to feel her huge and gorgeous nipples. They were already becoming as stiff as my cock was.

"They are beautiful," I said, "you have the biggest and most beautiful tits I've ever seen."

"What about mine?" asked my mother. "Don't I have nice tits?"

"I really don't remember," I replied weakly. "I'm sorry, but I haven't seen them in a very long time. I'm not sure when I looked at them last."

"You're always peeking in the bathroom when I'm taking a shower, aren't you, Jack? Come on, now, don't deny it, I've seen you looking at me and holding onto your fly."

"Yes," I said, "but I've been looking at your pussy. I never looked at your tits. I'm much more interested in cunts."

"Well, Janet, I guess your tits don't interest your son as much as you think they do. Why don't you take off your clothes and let him judge them for himself."

My mother proceeded to remove her blouse. Her tits weren't quite as large as Sally's and I was a bit unsure of what to say to her.

"I know my tits don't quite measure up," she said, "but I bet I have a better cunt."

"No you don't," said Sally. "My cunt is juicier and softer than yours."

"Well, we have a perfect judge here with us. This young man, my son, will tell us truthfully, wouldn't you, Jack? You'll tell us who has the better twat."

"What difference does it make?" I asked exasperatedly. "I'm sure that both of your pussy's are equally nice. It's how well a prick does in them that counts."

"You are right," said Sally. "And we have a perfect way to judge that, too."

"What is that?" I asked naively. "How can you judge that here and now?"

"Because you are a man, and you have a prick, that's how we can decide."

"You mean I'm to fuck each of you and then give an opinion? I don't think that's fair." I didn't want to try to fuck both of them. Most of the girls I had fucked were younger. I didn't know how hard my cock would get for two older women.

"Well," said my mother, "we can always try and see. Besides, we started to take our clothes off and you haven't, so it's really your turn now. Show Sally how big your dick really is."

I unzipped my pants. I still had my bathing suit on underneath, since it had dried by the time we decided to leave the beach. I took off my pants and the suit was still clinging to my cock. Sally looked admiringly at my crotch and my mother sat there and waited for me to finish undressing.

I removed my bathing suit, and Sally gasped as she saw my penis. It was fairly big, and since I had the beginnings of a hard-on, the shaft was quite long.

"Your son really is a man, isn't he?" she asked. "My twat would really love to have that rod shoved up inside."

"You'll have to wait your turn," my mother said. "He's my son and I'd like to feel that hot dick first. After all, I've never been fucked by my son before. It would be a really great pleasure for me to have him fuck me."

My cock was really hard now. My balls were tight and ready to send forth their creamy liquid. I removed the rest of my clothes and so did the women. The three of us were sitting near each other, me with my hard-on, and they with their lubricating pussies.

My mother grabbed me by my cock and pulled me towards her. She opened her mouth and began to lick my cock head with her tongue. My body began to tingle and I forced my prick deep down my mother's throat.

"That's fantastic," said Sally. "You really know how to suck your son's cock. His body is so hard, that my quim is letting loose with its hot juices." Sally moved into where my mother's tongue was licking the shaft, and Sally began to suck on my balls. She took my balls in her mouth, and as she did so, she pushed her fingers up my mother's vagina.

My mother began to shiver and moan and I felt sensations of pleasure coming from my cock. My mother held on to my ass, and started to put her fingers into my asshole.

"Oh, mother!" I cried, "finger-fuck me. That feels so good!" Sally saw what my mother was doing and she took my mother's other hand and shoved it up her ass. Sally was now being finger-fucked and the three of us were writhing with delight and ecstasy.

I could feel my come begin to rise in my cock. I knew that if my mother didn't stop sucking my dick, I would shoot my hot come deep into her mouth.

"Stop!" I cried. "I want to fuck you both. If you continue to suck me, I will come into your mouth instead of your cunt." My mother stopped sucking me immediately.

"I don't want that, dear," she said. "I want you to fuck us both. I want you to shove your cock into my twat and then into Sally's quim. You can alternate between us." My mother took her fingers out of our asses and the two women lay flat on their backs, their tits and their quims facing upwards.

I got on top of my mother first, and shoved my dick into her wanting pussy hole. Her quim lips were quivering as my stick thrust its way deep into her cunt. Her pussy walls opened up and surrounded my stiff and hard penis. I thrust back and forth for a few strokes and then withdrew completely and began to fuck her friend. My balls rammed against their quim hairs

"Oh, Jack, baby, fuck me now," my mother said. "Take you cock out of her twat and shove it up mine. I want to feel my son's hot thrusting hard-on inside my hot and wet body. Fuck me, Jack, fuck me my precious!" My mother was feeling ecstatic. She was writhing and groaning and her cunt was overflowing with her hot juices.

I stopped fucking her friend Sally, and began to fuck my mother again. I rammed my dick deep into her cunt. Her dripping pussy welcomed my hard shaft. She spread her legs as wide as they could go and held me tightly in her arms.

I went back and forth from one cunt to the other. My cock became hotter and harder with each change. I could feel their juices mixing on my cock. My mother's lubricating honey and Sally's hot quim liquid were both making my cock slippery and hard.

As I went back and forth, and as I went in and out of each dripping honey pot, I suddenly, in mid air spurted out my come. My semen rushed out of my cock head and splattered both my mother and her friend with its hot wetness. My juice was all over both women. My balls had suddenly given up their most precious cream.

When it was over, both women demanded that f tell them which cunt was the best. I didn't think that was a fair question to ask and told them that I would need more time to decide. I really didn't want to decide. I hated being in the middle of an argument. I just wanted to get out of there, and go on home, but I was dependent on my getting a ride in Sally's car with my mother.

As the hour was getting late, I asked Jack if he wished to speak to me again. He told me that indeed he did, because he did have sex with his mother again. He was forced to make the decision as to which cunt was better, but he said that he told each of them privately that theirs was the wettest and the juciest.

Jack said that he indeed needed to talk to me and so we made another appointment for the following week. His mother had grown so fond of her son, that when they had invited Sally and her husband Peter over for dinner, she forced him to be there and keep them all company.

INTERVIEW TWO

Jack arrived in my office the next week and immediately proceeded to discuss what had happened at the dinner party he told me about. His mother had bought him a new suit of clothes and he wore that suit during the dinner.

Jack at first didn't know how his father would react to what was going on, and so he made sure that he didn't say a word to him all week long about what had happened at Sally's place.

Well, we had a very pleasant dinner and nothing was said of the previous week's events. I thought for a while that it had been completely forgotten. I was wrong. After the dinner was over, my mother made me stand up and model my new suit. Everyone looked to admire it, especially Sally. She paid particular attention to the crotch, where it was very tight. She looked at my fly very closely, noticing that the fly clearly showed the outline of my prick.

My father just said that it was a nice suit, and Peter, Sally's husband, didn't seem to say anything, he just kept pouring himself more wine.

We retired to the living room and sat down on the sofa and chairs. Nobody said very much and my father served us each brandy.

Peter struck up a conversation with my mother. She immediately responded and the two of them were very busily engaged in talking about God only knows what. They laughed and joked and no one had the foggiest notion of what they were talking about.

Sally paid all her attention to me. She kept looking at my pants and complimenting me on them.

"Those pants really make you look good, you know, don't they? " She addressed this last question to my father who looked at me. "They are a bit tight, but that makes them all the sexier," she said.

"Yeah," said my father, "it shows he's got balls. But it doesn't show if he know how to use them," he said.

"Well," Sally replied, "he certainly does. I can say that for him. He certainly knows how to use the equipment that he's got. Isn't that right, Janet?" My mother suddenly looked up and smiled.

"He certainly does, dear," she said. "Our son is a man, all right." She went back to talking to Peter. My mother and Peter kept up a very animated conversation. It wasn't until later that we all saw that they were fondling each other.

"Well," said my father, "I can see that Jack isn't the only one who puts his dick to good use. I can see others with stiff cocks right now." He wasn't angry, just amused. He couldn't understand how someone else could find my mother attractive.

My father's cock became very stiff, watching my mother playing with Peter's dong. Sally noticed this and opened my father's fly. She began to suck on his cock, and played with his balls with one hand while she opened my fly and played with my cock with the other.

My mother and Peter began to notice the action in our corner of the room and motioned to her partner to come over and join us. Pretty soon there were the five of us, all sucking and massaging each other's sexual equipment.

My mother grabbed hold of my dick and started^ to squeeze it. She began to lick the tip of my penis and worked her way down to the base of the shaft. I had become quite hard by now, and my prick was ready to thrust itself into a nice juicy quim.

Sally and my father seemed to be very interested in each other. His dick was down her mouth, and he was feeling her cunt with his fingers. He had managed to get her dress off, and was about to start fucking her.

My mother whispered to me that she wanted to suck me off as she got fucked by Peter. I liked getting blow jobs and I rammed my dick deep down her throat. I felt my cock becoming harder and harder as the stiff shaft thrust downward as far as it would go. I grabbed hold of my mother's tits and squeezed her nipples until they were also stiff and erect.

Peter's whang was hard and throbbing. He felt my mother's pussy hairs with his cock head and began to insert his dong. He penetrated her quickly and she emitted loud gasps of pain and pleasure as the stick went deeper and deeper into her hole.

My balls kept hitting my mother on the chin as my cock went deeper into her mouth. I could feel my come beginning to rise in my cock. My balls felt like they were going to burst.

My father noticed my mother giving me head and he turned to watch. He looked at Peter fucking her and gave a soft chuckle.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Why don't you fuck your mother, and let Peter get his dick blown? Come on, son, be a man. Fuck your mother."

My mother and I looked at each other and I turned to him. "I've already fucked mom before. I want to get sucked this time, if you have no objections. I don't need you to tell me when I am a man. I want mom to give me a blow job. Why don't you go back to fucking Sally? Your cock is doing pretty well there." He looked away sheepishly. Apparently he didn't know that I had already fucked his wife, my mother the week before.

I knew that I was about to come. Ifelt it just as it was about to happen. I felt my come about to spurt. It was a sensational feeling. I had never before shot my load into my mother's mouth.

"I'm shooting!" I cried. "I'm coming, mom, I'm shooting my load into your throat. Eat my cock, ma! Eat me!" I was screaming with joy. My balls flew around wildly, my cock was in a frenzy. My come just poured out thick and fast. My mother drank it as fast as it shot out of my cock. She swallowed every spurt.

"Oh, my son," she said when I had stopped spurting, "your come is the most delicious come I've ever tasted. It tastes much better than your father's."

I glanced over at my father. He was too busy fucking that big-tittied broad to have heard what my mother said. I smiled.

"Thanks, mom," I said, "I loved the way you sucked my cock. Next time, I'm going to fuck you and only you. I want to shove my cock inside your juicy fleshy pussy. I want to feel your cunt walls surrounding my dick. Your beautiful body really turns me on, and I think your tits are the greatest, even if they're not the biggest tits in the world."

CONCLUSION

I explained to the patient that his father's influence on him was still very strong. It was necessary for him to make his own way into the world and not be unduly ruled by what other people thought.

If he wanted to be sucked off by his mother, then that was entirely his right as long as she liked giving head. Just because his father said that being a man meant fucking a cunt, doesn't mean that that was in fact so, and that no person had the right to make judgments like that on another person.

I explained to Jack that if he still felt like fucking his mother, he should feel free to do so, but that if he did it only to prove to his father that he was man enough to do it, then he should immediately come back and we could discuss it further, but in the meantime, there was no further need for me to see him.

CASE HISTORY SIX

Subject: Arthur E. Age: Fifteen

INTERVIEW ONE

Arthur was a good looking boy who had a great deal of difficulty speaking. It wasn't that he stammered or stuttered. It was just that he had a great deal of difficulty in saying just what was on his mind. It took a long time for him to even begin discussing what was bothering him.

He had been coming to my office for nearly six months. He dutifully attended each session and recited some facts about certain incidents that had occurred, but he never really got very deep into the actual circumstances of what was happening. It was as if he were afraid to discuss them at all.

It wasn't until he had been with me for some time, that I began to understand the nature of his problem. I knew that he would have to spend a good deal of time talking to me before he could resolve his many conflicts about himself.

I don't know why I have this trouble talking about myself. "I guess I'm feeling very inadequate or incompetent. I've tried to talk to people who said they could help me, but you are the first one I've spoken to who seems to have a genuine understanding of what I'm all about.

My parents have always liked me. I know that because they always spend a good deal of time with me. It's not just that they buy me things, which they do, it's because they are willing to go out of their way and do things with me. I know of many kids who have parents who think that they are just in the way, but I guess I can consider myself fortunate in that my folks truly want me to be part of their lives.

I feel very grateful to them for that, and perhaps that is part of the problem. I know that most boys my age are still virgins. At least I still think they are, even though they always deny it and tell me how many girls they have just fucked. I'm pretty sure they are lying, but it doesn't really matter. But the problem is that I don't really know whether what I am doing is wrong or not.

My parents take me everywhere they go. They are always taking me to dinner parties with their friends, and we are always going away for weekends together. My mother and I have always been much closer than most boys have been with their mothers, and I sometimes think that I listen to her much too much of the time.

Last weekend was typical of the things that we have done together. It was going to be a really beautiful two days, at least that was what the weatherman had promised, and my folks and I together with the Klingers, that's their friends, went up to a place called Lake-Taconic. It's quite a distance away from where we live and I had been there many times before with just my folks.

There's a lot to do up there, and I looked forward to being able to go canoeing, and rowing on the lake and go hiking in the woods. I always. have a good deal of fun when I'm there and I knew that this time wouldn't be an exception.

The five of us drove up there early Saturday morning, and the sun was shining beautifully. I had brought along several changes of clothes, as did everyone else, and we brought along a picnic lunch to eat along the way. It was going to be the beginning of a wonderful weekend.

When we arrived, we checked into the resort hotel, and my father signed the register. I learned for the first time, that I would be in a separate room down the hall from everyone else. Previously, I had always shared a room with my parents. We both preferred that arrangement, and I never wanted my own room even though I supposed some people might consider me a sissy. My parents didn't do it to save the money, but because we used to sit up nights just talking wit h each other.

Anyway, I had my own room, and I started to unpack my things. I was feeling a bit gloomy at this turn of events, and I decided that I would go out for a long walk. I loved to walk along the cloistered paths that radiated from the hotel. There were always some small animals that I would see along the way, such as rabbits, and woodchucks. I like animals and I would always carry some nuts with me or some carrots and feed them.

I was out for quite a while. My parents knew where I was going. I would never go anywhere without telling them exactly where I was. They always trusted me to return exactly when I said I was going to. I said that I would be out until suppertime, and I proceeded on my hike.

Though the weather had started out really nice, I noticed that it began to get cloudy as I started my walk. I didn't think anything of it, because since the weatherman had said that it would be sunny all day, I just figured that it was a temporary cloudiness that would soon disappear. I was wrong.

The clouds became thicker and heavier and I had a strong feeling that there was going to be a storm. I turned around and headed back to the hotel.

I didn't go upstairs immediately, I hung around the gift shop that the hotel has on the main floor and just wandered about generally. It was very early, and I didn't know where my parents would be. I figured that they were inside, because now it really was raining very hard and I didn't want to disturb them if they decided to take a nap before they went out for the evening.

I got tired of hanging around downstairs, and went up to my room where I read for a while. It was getting late and I decided to quietly knock on my parents' door to see if they were in.

When I got near the door, I was amazed to hear a good deal of noise. I peeked in through the keyhole and was astounded at what I saw.

The first thing that I saw was my mother and Mrs. Klinger kissing each other. I knew that they sometimes kissed each other when they greeted one another or when they said good-bye, but this was a different kind of kissing. They were kissing in a way that I had always associated with making love.

I just watched and stared for a few minutes, and saw that they were completely naked. I had never seen my mother completely naked before, at least that I remember. They were holding each other in their arms, caressing and squeezing each other's breasts.

I had no idea where my father was, or where Mr. Klinger was, but I soon discovered that they were in the same room. They were apparently watching their wives making love because I saw my father approach them. He, too, was completely nude and his penis was erect. He was obviously aroused by watching the two women.

I saw him press his cock onto Mrs. Klinger's body, and she moved her hands until she was holding his prick. He started to thrust his cock deeper against her, and I noticed that he was playing with her cunt hairs.

The sight of my father with a hard-on, made me excited, and my prick became stiff, too.

There was no one in the hallway at the time, and as I watched them through the keyhole, I began to rub my dick, making my pants bulge out in the front.

I hoped that no one would come by, because I would be very embarrassed. Even if they couldn't see me masturbating, they would know that I was looking at someone through a keyhole. Fortunately, most of the people were either out, or they didn't rent those rooms, because no one came into the hallway.

As my father began to fuck Mrs. Klinger, my mother disappeared from the view. From the sounds that she was making, I knew that Mr. Klinger was probably fucking her. I could hear her telling him to fuck her harder, and things like that.

My father's cock was going in and out of Mrs. Klinger's cunt hole with great force. He was pumping hard, and I could hear Mrs. Klinger moaning. I guess they didn't know they were being observed.

I started jerking off very quickly now. Each time I caught a glimpse of Mrs. Klinger's pink cunt lips, I rubbed myself harder. I fantasized that I was sucking on her tits, biting each of her nipples and that I was doing the fucking, not my father.

She was very well developed and her tits were much bigger than any tits I had ever seen on a girl. I couldn't get my eyes off her. I masturbated wildly, and I even unzipped my pants, wanting to beat my hot meat until I came.

Suddenly, my father emitted a sharp cry, and his cock rammed her pussy faster and faster. I knew he was coming, and suddenly my own cock began to spurt. My cock was so hard, and the come just poured out onto the door to their room, and also onto the carpet.

I kept crying out, as my come forced its way to the top of my prick and out onto the floor. As I held my prick in my hand, it got soaking wet, with my wet creamy stuff and my pants became stained.

My father's body stopped shaking, and I was about to zip up my fly and go back into my room when suddenly the door opened. It was my mother.

"Well, look who's here!" she said with surprise in her voice. "I didn't know we had a voyeur for a son." My father came over to me immediately.

"Do you mean to say that you were watching us all this time?" he demanded to know. "Were you looking at us through this keyhole?"

"He must have been," said my mother. "Look. His dick is still hanging out of his pants and look at the puddle on the floor. He must have been masturbating, while looking at us."

I was very embarrassed. I didn't know what to do or say. I just wanted to run into my room and close the door, but I was too frightened to make a move.

"I ... I'm ... I'm sorry," I stammered. "I didn't mean to peek."

"What do you mean, you didn't mean to peek? If you didn't want to peek, you would have gone straight to your room." My father was very angry now.

"Don't be angry with him," said my mother, "he probably intended to do just that, but heard noises from here."

"That's just what happened, "I protested. "I didn't really intend to watch you. I had just never seen you do this before."

"Mr. and Mrs. Klinger are good friends of ours," my mother said, "and just because you've never seen us do this before, doesn't mean that we never have. I guess it's about time you knew what we really were all about."

"But I do know," I argued. "We've been very close. We have always talked to each other about things and I never knew about this."

"Well, we just never thought you were old enough," she said. "But apparently we should have told you rather than have you find out this way. I guess it's too late, now. I guess that you've already seen as much as we could have told you."

"I don't know," I said. "Do you always fuck with other people?"

"Only with our good friends," my father said. "We don't fuck with just anyone." In the background, I could see the Klinger's talking among themselves. They were obviously interested in what was going on between my parents and me, but didn't want to butt in.

My parents insisted that I enter the room. I did so reluctantly, and I suddenly found myself in a room with four naked people.

"How come you are the only one with your clothes on?" Mrs. Klinger asked. "We are all nude and now that you understand everything about us and your parents, I think it only right if you were to take off your clothes too."

I did so, with some prodding from my mother. I was completely nude, and I was surprised that my body was met with admiring glances from everyone.

"You really have a nice body," said Mrs. Klinger. "Your pecker is really beautiful."

"Yes, isn't it?" responded my mother. "I remember when he was little and I used to give him a bath. I used to say then, that he would grow up and be a very popular young man. All the ladies would fall for him, because he was so good looking and had a really cute cock."

I was a little embarrassed, but after a while I began to feel more comfortable. We just sat around talking, and we did an awful lot of complaining about the weather. There was nothing to do, so we just sat and talked until it was time for supper.

We all got dressed for the meal, and my mother and father took my hand as we went downstairs to the dining room.

We were running out of time, and I asked Arthur if there were more to his story. He insisted that indeed there was a good deal more.

I asked him to return the following night and resume his narrative from there. He agreed to do so and we parted for the day.

INTERVIEW TWO

Arthur returned the next day and asked if he could talk about something else. I wanted to know why and he replied that he was not in the mood to talk about that weekend again.

I explained that this was precisely the point. If he didn't want to talk about it, then there must be a good reason for it and it would certainly be of great benefit if he would force himself to do so. He at first refused, but with some gentle coaxing from me, lie finally relented and continued to tell me exactly what had happened that weekend in the country.

Well, we had our supper and the rest of that evening was pretty uneventful. The food was really quite good, and we were all stuffed. We spent the evening in the community room where there was a fireplace. No one expected to need a fireplace that night, but because the weather was so bad, we all felt like sitting in front of it.

We went to sleep fairly early. It was supposed to clear up on Sunday, and everyone looked forward to a day swimming or boating on the lake.

The next day, it was indeed a beautiful day. It looked like it was going to remain that way all day, but we weren't sure because Saturday had started out the same way. We got up and the five of us had breakfast together.

We chatted about nothing much at the breakfast table and we made our plans for the day.

Fortunately, the day did turn out to be very warm and clear. I took out a row boat and went rowing with my father, while my mother and the Klingers spent the day swimming. My father and I also went for a short swim, and I had completely forgotten about the previous day's incident.

It wasn't until later, when we were changing for dinner that I was reminded of that event, by a remark that Mrs. Klinger made. I had gotten dressed in my best clothes, because the Sunday dinner at this resort was usually very special.

I entered my parents room after I had gotten dressed and everyone complimented me on my new suit that my folks had bought for me just for this occasion.

"My," Mrs, Klinger exclaimed, "you really do look handsome. I don't know if you look better in your new clothes, or out of clothes completely." She tittered, and everyone else chuckled. I was the only one who felt uncomfortable. I wanted to tell her that she looked good in her clothes, too, but I was afraid that she would think I didn't like her without clothes on. I didn't want the conversation to continue along these lines, and so I changed the subject.

It apparently didn't do much good to talk about the great day we had, because they all started talking about me again. I guess they were really fascinated with my body or something.

Anyway, we went down and had dinner. After dinner, I wandered off into my room and listened to the radio for a while. I almost fell asleep, when I heard a knock on my door.

"Arthur," said my father, "why are you staying off by yourself? Why don't you come and join us in our room?"

"I don't know," I replied. "I'm a bit tired I guess and I just want to be alone for the rest of the evening."

"Don't be silly," he said. "We're up here to have a good time. Come on, you don't want to be a spoilsport, do you?"

"No. What will we do? What will the five of us do in your room?" That was the trouble with places like this. .There was plenty to do if the weather was nice and it was daytime, but at night, or when it rained, there was absolutely nothing to do. You could watch television or listen to the radio or read, but you could do that at home, and it wouldn't cost you anything.

"Okay," I said. "I'll come along. Just give me a minute to get dressed."

"You don't have to dress up in something fancy, you know. It's not formal."

"I know, but I'm just wearing my old and torn jeans. I was thinking of changing into something a little less ragged." I had changed immediately after dinner out of my good suit and into these torn jeans. I felt comfortable in them, and I always wore them when I could.

"Come along just as you are," my father demanded, "none of us is dressed up."

"Well, okay," I said. "I'll come right along." I turned off the radio, and met my father in the hallway. He was wearing some old clothes, too, and I didn't feel so bad. I hated to be seen in these rags that I had on, and usually only wore them when I was alone.

We entered my parents room, and my mother was there with the Klingers. They were all dressed very casually, and the television set was turned on. We watched a program or two, and then my father switched off the set, saying that there really was nothing interesting on.

It was true, but there wasn't much else to do. My folks brought out a few bottles of liquor, and offered each of us a drink.

"Would you like to sip something, Arthur?" my father asked me. "It's okay for tonight if you have a tiny drink."

"I don't know," I replied. It was unusual for him to offer me a drink. He never liked it even when I would have a glass of beer. "What do you have?"

"You can have some wine if you like. That won't be too strong for you, will it?"

"No, I don't think so." I liked wine, and eagerly accepted a small glass full. I drank it immediately, and asked for another glass. I tasted really good and I was glad for an opportunity to drink without worrying about my father finding out.

"More?" he said. "I guess you really like the stuff."

"It is good," I said. "I'll only have a little bit more, though."

"You can have as much as you like," he said filling my glass up. "This is a special night and we can make some special rules."

"Okay, fine with me," I said. I downed the second glass and held it out for another refill. I was beginning to feel the effects of the wine and I loved every moment of it.

My father filled up my glass again, and pretty soon I was laughing and joking and we were all having a wonderful time drinking. They were all drinking scotch, and they were drinking as much of that as I was of the wine.

"How are you feeling?" my mother asked me. "You look really happy."

"I feel great," I said. "I haven't felt so great in a long, long time." I really did feel good. The wine had taken complete hold of me, and I felt like singing and dancing.

I was feeling very giddy and when Mrs. Klinger asked me if I would like some more wine, I replied in a way that I had never done before.

"Sure, I would like some more wine," I began, "are you going to get it for me, big tits?"

She was stunned at first, but then everyone began to laugh, especially me. I thought it was the funniest thing that I had ever said. I laughed and laughed until my eyes began to tear.

"What kind of talk is that?" my father demanded. "Why are you saying things like that?"

"Well, she does have big tits," I giggled. "She has the biggest boobies of anyone I know."

"And how many women do you know?" Mrs. Klinger asked me.

"Enough," I replied. I was proud of my remark, and I was grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, it seems we have a man, in our midst," said my mother. "Our little boy has grown up."

"I certainly have," I said. "I'm not so little and I never was."

"You certainly aren't little now," Mrs. Klinger giggled. "From what I saw yesterday, you aren't little at all." I suddenly realized what she was talking about. I became embarrassed for a moment and then became very aggressive.

"You bet I'm not little!" I shouted. "I'm not little where it counts most." I was yelling very loudly, and I could sense that my parents were a little embarrassed by my outburst. I didn't care though, and I kept yelling. "I bet my pecker is bigger than either of you women could handle!" I yelled. "I've seen your cunts and they are nothing at all."

I thought I was hysterically funny. I laughed and laughed. Mrs. Klinger also thought it was amusing and she also laughed. It wasn't until my father spoke up, that the two of us had calmed down.

"Well, big man, if you're so sure that you are more than enough for the women here, why don't you prove it? Why don't you show us how big you really are?"

"Yes," agreed my mother, "let's see what you've got. We don't want you to keep on wasting your good body juices by spilling them on the floor." I knew what she meant. I was a little bit frightened for the moment, but then my courage returned.

"Okay," I said. "I'm game. Who's to be first?" Mrs. Klinger lost no time in answering.

"I volunteer!" she squealed. "I want to be the very first." She immediately came over to me and put her hand on my crotch. She pressed hard against my fly and I could feel my cock beginning to stiffen. She felt it too, because she remarked on how I was getting less little all the time.

I was barely conscious of the other people in the room, because I started to undo Mrs. Klinger's blouse without for a moment losing my determination. I wanted to fuck her, and I wanted to fuck her right then and there.

"My!" she exclaimed, "you surely have quick fingers. You've gotten my blouse off in half the time it takes my husband to do it nowadays." She grinned impishly at him.

'That's no fair," he protested, "he's much younger than I am and has never known your body. That always makes a man work faster."

"I don't mind, dear," she said, "if I like the way he balls me, I will trade you in for him."

"Before we make a deal," said my mother, "I'll have to have a trial run myself."

I knew that my mother wanted me to fuck her. I could see that in her eyes. She constantly watched Mrs. Klinger massage my cock and her own hand went to her pussy and she started to moan softly.

Mrs. Klinger lowered my fly at the same time that I started to bite her nipples gently with my teeth. She took out my cock and squeezed my balls. My mother's body began to heave. She suddenly strode over to me, and started to lick my dick while Mrs. Klinger rubbed the shaft. The two ladies were working my prick over, and soon my father walked over to Mrs. Klinger and began to stroke her back.

"Your penis is so beautiful," Mrs. Klinger said. "I'd really like to have that dick shoved up my cunt. I'm beginning to get all wet and dripping, just thinking about having your hard cock inside my quim." Mrs. Klinger began to masturbate herself. I couldn't stand it any longer. I took my dick out from my mother's mouth and I frantically began to tear off Mrs. Klinger's skirt.

"Not so fast!" commanded my father. "Don't try to rush things."

"But I can't take it any more!" I protested. "My cock is so hard, that if mom keeps sucking on me, I will shoot in her mouth before I've fucked her and Mrs. Klinger. I want her juicy and dripping twat, dad, please let me go on."

He motioned for me to continue and in just another minute, I had Mrs. Klinger's clothes off and my hand began to remove her panties. I could feel the cunt hairs sopping with pussy juice. My dick was hard and ready to enter the passageway of golden delights.

I forced her onto her back and I got on top of her. My dick aimed for her hole and I lowered my body until my cock head was just above her pink slit. My father's fingers were in her hole and I had to forcefully remove his hand so that my cock would be able to enter.

I wasn't aware of my own strength, because he seemed surprised that I was able to stop him from finger-fucking Mrs. Klinger.

"You really are determined," he said to me. "You really want to get into that quim."

"I really do, dad, I've got to fuck her." I was panting and gasping for breath. My whole body was in a state of tremendous excitement. I had never known such exquisite pleasures.

I inserted my penis with such force, that Mrs. Klinger let out a howl. "Ow!" she cried.

"Sorry," I said, but I didn't slow down the rate of my penetration. I shoved my dick into her twat as far as it would go.

My mother, meanwhile, had to be content with massaging my balls. Her hands were wrapped around my balls, squeezing them tighter and tighter as I slammed my shaft into her friend.

Mr. Klinger wanted a blow job, and my mother provided that for him. His huge organ was deep into her throat, and he kept thrusting his body so that his cock went in and out of her salivating mouth. My father was rubbing Mrs. Klinger's side with his cock, trying to get into her body, but my cock wouldn't let him in.

"Oh, baby, fuck me!" Mrs. Klinger gasped.

"Ram that cock, baby! You aren't a little boy at all!"

"You are really going to get rucked, aren't you?" I asked rhetorically. I knew that she was getting the fuck of her life. "Who fucks you better, me or my father? I demanded to know. "Who's cock gives you a bigger thrill?"

"Oh, you do, Arthur," she moaned. "Your young meat is the hottest and best meat that my flesh has ever known. Oh, please, Arthur, baby, fuck me hard. Please! Fuck me! Shove that ramrod in as far as it will go.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't . know if you have a pussy left," I said. I could feel my body about to burst. I wanted to fuck my mother too, but I think it was too late for that.

My cock suddenly erupted. I felt my come shooting fast and thick into Mrs. Klinger's dripping fleshy juice pot. I screamed with delight.

"I'm coming! I'm shooting!" I cried. "I'm shooting my hot come into your sopping wet pussy! Oh, baby! I'm coming thick and hard!" I couldn't stop my spasms in my body. I was shaking from head to toe.

"Come, baby," she shouted. Come hard into me! Fuck me! Please!! Fuck me!!" She was screaming and writhing on the floor. Her body was exploding like the Fourth of July. "I'm coming with you!" she shouted. I could feel her hot juices almost drowning my cock. My body was hot and sweaty as her cunt juices flowed unceasingly.

My father had just now shoved his cock into Mrs. Klinger's mouth and pumped it back and forth. He was on the verge of climax also, and I saw my mother giving head to Mr. Klinger. I was the only one in the room actually fucking. I felt very good about it. I felt like a bigger man than my father or Mr. Klinger because they were only getting their cocks sucked. I was fucking. I was a man.

CONCLUSION

I told Arthur that he indeed had a bit of a problem to work out, and that he would need to come back to me for several more sessions. It was important that he understand that his closeness with his parents is both a good and bad thing, and that total openness is fine, as long as he doesn't feel that his parents are using that closeness for their own ends.

He insisted that his desire to fuck his mother and her friends was completely his own, but I pointed out that it didn't seem that that was true, since he had at first not wanted to spend the. evening with them, and was only persuaded to by his father.

His getting drunk was because he must have known what was about to happen and that this was the only way that he could overcome his guilt feelings about it.

He is still coming to me for advice, and his case is not yet completely finished. It will be some time before I consider him cured.

CASE HISTORY SEVEN

Subject: Martha P. Age: Sixteen

INTERVIEW ONE

Martha is a strange case. When she came to me, she admitted right off that she was a nymphomaniac. I didn't say anything to her when she told me that, hoping that she would elaborate. She didn't, and I had to prod her to find out why she had told me.

She admitted that she wanted to see what my reaction would be, and whether or not I would find her so repulsive that I would throw her out of my office. I told her that I never considered my patients repulsive, and certainly having sex was not repulsive no matter how many times you did it.

She further explained that it was her parents who made her a nymphomaniac and that she wanted me to know exactly how it had come about.

I asked her just why she had come to see me. I didn't listen to people just to hear stories, and that if she didn't have a problem that she wanted to discuss with me, I would think it best if she didn't take up so much of her and my time.

Martha admitted that she didn't feel completely free and easy about it. For one thing, she wasn't completely sure whether she preferred men or women. She enjoyed having sex with both, and that it made her a bit uneasy to think herself a lesbian.

I told her to begin at the beginning, and to tell me exactly just why she thought her parents had made her a nymphomaniac and why she thought she might be a lesbian.

Well, I guess you might call my background pretty typical of a middle-class upbringing in New York City. I went to all the right schools, private schools of course, and I'm now in a very good one on the East Side. My parents were very typical parents. They are involved in all sorts of causes and they actively try to interest me in many things like ecology and the sort.

Anyway, they have many friends, and they are great party goers. There are always people over at our house, or we are always going out somewhere. We go to a lot of plays and see a lot of movies. I have a good many friends of my own, and I'm always busy doing something.

I guess it may be hard for you to see just how this all fits in, but it does. My parents don't like it if I stay at home and do nothing. They think I'm just wasting my time, and maybe they're right.

I used to stay alone in my room a lot, and I remember one day when my mother walked in and discovered that I was using an old broom handle to masturbate with.

Needless to say, she was very upset. I tried to explain it away, but the situation was really very obvious. I was lying on my bed, completely naked, and the broom handle was in my hand.

"What are you doing, Martha?" she asked. "Why are your clothes off?"

"I'm just resting," I said. "What's wrong with that?"

"What are you doing with that old broom? Why are you holding it over yourself like that?" I felt embarrassed, but I tried to explain it away.

"It was just lying in the closet, and I thought I'd do a little cleaning." I knew it was a weak excuse, but I thought I had to try it.

"You are cleaning your room lying on your back? Come on, Martha, don't take me for a fool. I know what you were doing."

"All right," I said belligerently,"if you know what I was doing, then tell me. What was I doing, if not cleaning? I just was taking a rest for a moment."

"You think I'm stupid? You really think you have a moron for a mother, don't you? Well, young lady, I'll tell you what you were doing. You were using that broomstick as a dildo, that's what you were doing." I was confused.

"What's a dildo?" I asked. I had never heard of it before.

"You know perfectly well what a dildo is. A dildo is an artificial penis. You were inserting that handle into your vagina, and pretending you were being fucked."

"I was not!" I argued, but it was futile to argue with my mother, especially as what she said I was doing was the truth.

"Yes, you were. I saw you fucking yourself. That's disgusting!" I was about to cry, until she explained what she meant.

"I don't mean that masturbating is disgusting, don't get me wrong. But that broom handle is so old and dirty. You might really hurt yourself or get some sort of infection. You should use a real dildo if you don't have a man to fuck you."

"But you know I don't have a boyfriend now. And since I never heard of a dildo, how would I go about getting one?"

"Well, you could have asked your mother, you know. That's what mothers are for, dear, to help out their children and answer their questions."

"Okay, ma, let me ask you now. Where can I get a dildo? I enjoy pushing hard things into my hole, and the broom handle was the only thing I could think of.."

"Well, dear, I happen to have one. I'm surprised that you didn't discover it during your many periods of rummaging throughout the house."

"Come on, mom, you know I don't snoop around. Just because I was looking in your closet for a dress I thought you had there, doesn't mean that I spy on you or daddy or anyone. Honestly, I didn't know that you had a dildo. Could you get it for me? I'd love to see what it looks like."

"It looks like a penis. It's long, and hard, but flexible."

"But why should you have a dildo? You have daddy. Doesn't his penis work all right?" I was feeling that maybe their sex life wasn't all that it could be.

"Of course, Martha dear," she said, "daddy and I get along just fine in bed, but you know that sometimes he's away for long periods of time. What am I to do then?"

"Well, you could let the milkman fuck you. I know that he wants to. I've seen the way he looks at you when he comes to collect his money."

"I don't want to discuss the milkman. I've been fucked by him once and that was once too many times."

"Why? Didn't he do a good job?"

"Oh, it was okay, but his cock never really got too hard. I guess it's because he has to get up so early in the morning. Anyway, it just felt like my cunt was a fish tank and his cock was a little goldfish swimming around in it. Never again. Besides, I like having a dildo just to have it. You never know when you might meet someone and it comes in handy."

"What do you mean? Don't all the guys you meet have cocks?"

"Of course they do, but I meet a lot of women too, you know, and that?s when I need the artificial prick."

"You mean you have sex with women? I thought that was illegal or something."

"Don't be naive, dear. Getting fucked by another woman is completely delightful. I don't care whether the government approves or not. You know that everyone has to find satisfaction where he or she can. I think you would enjoy it, too, if there were a girl that wanted to have sex with you."

"But I don't know any girls who like being fucked by anyone but a man. Maybe you could introduce me to some of your friends."

"Perhaps, but I do know one woman who likes having sex with other women. You know her too."

"Who, mom? Who do I know who would be willing to fuck me? Is she that Smith woman that I remember daddy telling me about? I know that he likes to fuck her, and he says that she has lots of other interests."

"No, not her. Your father and I like to fuck with her, it's true, but I'm not referring to her, though maybe she would be good for you. No, I was thinking of someone a lot closer to you. Someone who loves you very much and would like to take in her arms as if you were a baby."

"You mean ... you mean you, mother?" I was stunned. I didn't know that my mother wanted my body so badly. I was both amazed and pleased that I still was looked upon with great love by my mother.

"Yes, dear, I do mean me. I'd really like to hold you, and fondle your breasts, and put my fingers inside your beautiful pink cunt."

"Oh, mother, please do!" I was ecstatic. I knew it would be much better than masturbating.

"I'm going to, Martha. I'm going to show you what two women can do together. I'm going to get my dildo and I'll be right back." She left my room and entered her own. I heard her searching around for the dildo. She returned moments later. I looked at it. It was beautiful. It was the shape of a stiff prick, with two rubber balls on the end. It was perfect. It was bigger than any dong I had ever seen and I couldn't wait until my mother shoved it into my juicy cunt.

"Do you like it, Martha?" she asked. "Isn't this much better than a broom handle?"

"Oh, yes it is!" I exclaimed. "It's so much nicer to look at."

"It's also much nicer to feel, especially inside your pussy. Here, hold on to it." She gave me the dildo and I gripped it tightly. It felt both hard and soft at the same time. I knew I was going to enjoy it inside my cunt.

I brushed it against my pussy hairs. It made me tingle with excitement, and I could feel my cunt juices beginning to flow. I was glad that my mother had caught me masturbating. I knew that this would be one of the most exciting moments in my life.

My mother slowly began to remove her clothing. I could see that her tits were getting all excited from anticipating the sex that we were going to have. Her nipples were stiff and erect, and I could feel mine getting the same way.

She removed her skirt and I saw her beautiful and hairy twat. Her opening was larger than mine, and I wanted to put my fingers into it, to make both me and my mother tingle with delight.

"Give me the dildo," she commanded. "I'm ready to shove it into your hot pussy." I handed the fake organ to her and she massaged me with it. I could feel the rubber against my body. She pressed it against my tits and I knew that I wanted a thousand cocks to be shoved up my cunt at that instant.

"Fuck me, mother!" I gasped. "Please fuck me with the dildo. I want to feel a prick up my hole now. I don't want to wait another minute."

"You will be fucked when .1 say so," she said. My mother was always one to have her own way. "You are going to get the feel of a shaft very soon. But first I want to lick your twat and get it all ready for the hard-on."

I felt her tongue caress my whole body. My mother began to lick my tits, biting my nipples gently. I felt her tongue lower and lower until my cunt hairs were beginning to tickle me. I wanted her-tongue up my cunt. I wanted her fingers up my cunt. I wanted that dildo up my cunt. I knew that before the day would be over, I would have everything inside my hot and wet pussy and that I would be completely satisfied for the first time in my life.

"Eat me!" I cried. "Lick out my pussy juices with your tongue!" I wanted to have my cunt juices lapped up by my mother's tongue. It felt so good when she did it, that I just couldn't get enough. I needed to be drunk dry. I wanted to give up all my lubricating honey to my own and very precious mother.

"Baby, your cunt is so delicious. I love you, darling. I love you and your luscious ripe bowl of honey. I must eat your hole, sugar, I must eat all of it!" My mother really lapped up my cunt hole. I felt her tongue sliding in deeper and deeper, Her tongue darted at my pussy lips and I could feel my twat walls pressing against the tongue.

"Are you ready for the dildo?" she finally asked. "Do you want to be fucked now?"

"Yes, yes!" I was ecstatic. "I must have that cock shoved up my cunt. Please mother! Please shove it into my slit!" My mother obliged me, and I felt that hard rubber dick slowly penetrating deep into my juicing hole. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted it badly. If only it were a real* cock! If only I was being fucked by a real man with an iron-hard penis!

"Oh my baby girl! Oh my precious!" My mother was groaning. Her twat was all wet and both her fingers and my fingers were playing with her pussy lips. I had to have a piece of her twat. I needed my mother's deep and dark hole to make me happy.

Suddenly, I felt a wave of fantastic pleasures come over me. I felt like there was a volcano inside my hole and it was about to erupt.

"Oh, mother!" I cried. "What is this feeling? What's happening to me?"

"You're coming, dear," she replied. "That fantastic feeling is nothing but a wave of shher delight. It's sheer pleasure, baby. You are coming with the dildo up your twat and your fingers up my hole. You are finger-fucking me, darling, and it's making you come."

"Oh! Oh!" I couldn't say any more. I was rolling about on the bed, with my body shuddering and shaking. I felt so wonderful, that I didn't know where or who I was.

"Shove your fingers up my twat!" my mother called out suddenly. "Finger-fuck me baby, fuck me as hard as you can!" I did as I was told, even though I could scarcely remain still. I rammed my hands into her luscious flesh and felt her juices dripping onto my fingers. I shoved as hard as I could and knew that she was feeling that volcano too.

"Oh, mother!" I shouted. "I want you to come just like me. I want you to feel everything that I've been feeling."

"I am, dearest. I'm coming. Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I rammed my fist as hard as I could. I heard my mother scream once more and then our bodies were silent. We ended our series of spasms and we were both quite still.

"Isn't that much better than masturbating?" my mother asked.

"Wow, it sure is," I replied. "Ill never shove a broom handle up my hole again. Even when I feel I must masturbate, I will use the dildo. I will never feel like hurting myself. I want to be fucked by pricks and fingers. It made me feel so good.

Marina left my office that day, feeling just as good as she said she had when her mother rammed that dildo into her cunt. I knew that she was not a pervert, even though she sometimes thought herself one for liking sex with women, but I felt that it would take some time to convince her of that.

I asked her to come back and tell me more about her relationship with her mother, and she agreed to do so the very next week.

INTERVIEW TWO

When Martha returned a week later, there was a noticeable change in her demeanor. She didn't seem to have the guilt feelings about lesbianism that she had earlier, and I asked her why.

She said that it didn't matter to her anymore who she had sex with as long as she had sex with somebody. I asked her what had brought about this change, and she told me that it was because she was now able to have sex with not just her mother, but with her father and his friends, too. It had made her very happy to be able to please her parents the way she had done.

She elaborated on this, and this is what she said.

Several days later, my mother and I were engaged in the same sort of intercourse. I remember feeling the dildo up my twat, and this time I insisted that I use it on her cunt. We were in the midst of even greater ecstasy than before, when suddenly the door to my room opened up and there stood my father and a friend of his.

"What's going on?" he said gruffly. "Are the two of you carrying on?"

"Of course we are, dear," said my mother. "I was showing Martha how to use a dildo."

"What the fuck does she need to use one of those things for? Doesn't she have a boyfriend?"

I was a bit embarrassed, not because my father was there, but because he had a friend with him. His friend was obviously interested in the two of us, but I couldn't tell which cunt he wanted then. I knew my father had had my mother's cunt lots of times, and I figured the reason he didn't leave the room immediately was because he wanted to feel my pussy. I was right. He did want to fuck me and his friend wanted my mother.

"I don't have a steady boyfriend," I protested. "Besides, the last one didn't really fuck me too good. A dildo feels really fine, dad. It really does."

"I've got something better than a dildo for you, Martha. I've got a real prick. My prick is going to feel much better than a fake one. Just wait and see."

I could hardly wait. I saw my father lowered his fly. His organ was already stiff and his cock poked its head out and aimed straight at me. It was big and it was thick. My tongue automatically reached out as if it could touch it. I wanted to lick his cock. I wanted to suck off my father.

He began to approach me. His friend was right behind him and I could see that his friend had a hard-on too. I may have been right about my father, but I was wrong about his friend. He didn't want my mother, he wanted me. They both wanted to fuck me, and I wanted to feel both their pricks inside my pussy.

My mother left the room with the dildo. I could hear her masturbating with it. She apparently didn't want to disturb me while I was being fucked by these two men, and she left to shove the dildo up her own twat.

My father was the first to come to me. He approached with his dick hard and stiff, pointing at me. I could see his enormous balls hanging down to the sides of his shaft. I reached out and grabbed his dong. It felt so good, much better than even the dildo. This cock was real, and it was hard and hot. I pulled his dick over to my mouth and began to suck on his cock head. I liked the tip, beginning at the piss slit and I moistened the entire shaft. I held on to his balls tightly. I was almost afraid that he would leave if I didn't do so.

As I was giving him head, my father began to remove his shirt. I saw his huge muscles and knew that he was very strong and could really ram his cock inside my hole. His friend also was taking his clothes off. I could scarcely conceal my delight. I was going to be rammed by two of the strongest men I had ever met. My body was going to be the receptacle for gobs and gobs of hot creamy come.

I was lying on my back as these two magnificent and burly naked men approached me. I spread my legs and waited for the entrance of a cock. I wanted my hole to be filled up and I wanted it badly.

My father was the first one to shove his dong down my hole. He rammed it in so hard that I screamed. I let out such a loud cry, that my mother came rushing back into the room. She was still naked, and I could tell that she was keeping that dildo going in and out of her dripping twat.

"What's the matter? I thought I heard you cry out."

"Yes, but it was only father's hot cock shoving its way into my slit. I didn't mean to alarm you." I was sorry that I had interrupted her pleasure.

"Yeah, she loves it," my father grunted. "She really loved my dick ramming her cunt walls. I could tell, because her face all lit up." It was true. I had the look of extreme ecstasy on my face. I was in heaven. I had never felt so good before.

"Well, if you're all right, dear," said my mother, "I'll go back and continue playing with my cunt." She started to make a move out of the door, but my father's naked friend held out his hand. He wanted to prevent her from leaving.

"Where are you going? Wouldn't you like to get fucked?"

"I'd love it, but I thought you were more interested in my daughter. I'd be glad to feel you fucking me."

"Yeah, I'd love to fuck that girl all right, but her father is taking a long time with it. I'm very horny and I can't wait. If I stand here any more without a nice soft pussy to sink my dick into, I'll either go mad or jerk off."

"That would be a waste," said my mother, "let's go over to the corner and you can fuck me there." They went over to the side, and I could see my mother's cunt being rammed with that man's hot and hard penis. He was fucking her quite rapidly, and I suddenly had a great desire to feel his cock inside my twat.

"Fuck me too!" I cried. "Please, both of you! I want both cocks in my cunt." My father looked up with surprise.

"You don't like my prick?" he asked. "What's wrong with the way I fuck?"

"Nothing, daddy," I said. "I would just like to have two cocks in me at once. I'm looking at mom getting fucked by that massive stud and I want some of his meat too. Please understand."

My father got up and motioned for his friend to come over to me. He left my mother, who remained to watch, keeping her own fingers inside her hole.

My father's friend began to screw me. I felt his hot dick penetrating deep into my dripping well. My cunt hairs were sopping wet, and I knew that I was nearing climax. The man fucked me for about a minute, and then my father pushed him aside, demanding that his penis be allowed back into my slit.

"She is my daughter, you know," he said. "I have the right to fuck her first."

"Please don't fight over me, dad," I said. "I have two other holes. One of you can fuck my cunt, the other can screw me up the ass or fuck my face. I'd love to suck your beautiful big dick," I said to his friend, "I'd really love to give you head. Wouldn't you like to be sucked off?" He didn't answer me, but I knew that he wanted that. He moved his dick up to my tongue, and I began to lick his organ. His member was throbbing and I knew that he, too, was very close to a climax.

My father kept pumping away, shoving his cock deeper with each thrust.

"Oh, baby, I'm really fucking you. I'm really shoving my cock up my daughter's cunt hole!"

1 was feeling absolute delight, I could tell. I knew that all three of us were going to come at the same time. I was right. I suddenly felt a hot spurt of come inside my throat and another one deep into my twat. My body was writhing with ecstasy as I felt my pussy lubricate madly and wildly. I ate and drank cock and come like it would be the last forever. I needed it. I wanted it. I had to have my father's come inside my cunt.

"Fuck me daddy!!" I cried. "Fuck me as hard as you can! If you really love me like a father, you with fuck me with your hot cock as hard and as fast as you can!" I was screaming with delight. My body was filling up with the hottest and creamiest come I had ever tasted.

My father's friend was forcing his spurting cock all the way down my throat. I swallowed every gob of come, and used my tongue to lick off any drops of cream that formed at the tip. I was feeling insane. I felt I was going mad.

This day seemed to me to be the happiest day of my life. Both my mother and my father had been fucking me, and my father had brought along a friend for me to suck.

CONCLUSION

I realized that this girl was fixated on sex. She had to be fucked constantly and it didn't matter by whom or where or even what sex was fucking her. I tried to make her not feel guilty about her sexual drive, but deep down inside, I knew that she was guilt-ridden by all of this sex.

Her parents were very good to her, and they gave her everything she had always wanted, but it still remained a mystery as to why she needed to be fucked so much.

She still comes to consult me every week. Each time she has a new story to tell about how good this latest fuck was. She adores large penises and whenever she meets a man with a big dong, she practically rapes him.

If a woman with a really juicy twat so much as approaches her, Martha's clothes are off in a flash. This particular case is still to be ended. I on ly hope that I am competent enough to do the job.

GENERAL CONCLUSION

It should be apparent to the careful reader, that the problem of children swinging with their parents and their friends is not as rare as one might at first imagine. As it has been documented, the number of mothers and fathers who fuck other couples and invite their offspring to join them is fast increasing.

I believe I have taken special care to point out that not all of this is harmful. While there are many cases where the child is permanently damaged by being forced to either fuck his mother, or if a girl, to get fucked by her father or suck him off, there are equally as many cases where this leaves no permanent damage.

There are many children who grow up to be perfectly normal and healthy adults. The fact of swinging itself is neither good nor bad. It's the attitude that accompanies the sex. Guilt about fucking a parent, or fucking a child is where the.harm is. If a person can feel free to have sex with whomever and wherever he or she chooses, then the battle for sanity is nearly won.

It is only when sex is accompanied by feeling of guilt, can there be danger. As I believe I have shown in opening up my files on this subject, it is not the sex that has brought these people to me for treatment, it is the feelings about what is right and wrong that has caused them to seek treatment.

Sex with a parent, a child, or a friend or relative is not the issue. Sex is something to be enjoyed and cherished. Men have cocks and women have pussies to use, not to keep hidden from the rest of the world, and the sooner that most people come to realize that, the sooner we all will be healthier and happier human beings.

It is indeed my wish that more people will read these cases, and discover for themselves, the necessity for a healthy attitude about sex, no matter who your partner happens to be for the moment.

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