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Lust Triangle: Teen Sex Trio ....(78k)    by Anonymous

GENERAL INTRODUCTION

The eternal triangle. What is it about the number three that so tempts and intrigues the mind of man and woman?

Perhaps it is the infinite sexual variety that can be attained when practicing sex in threes that so entices people to try it.

Possibly it is just a case of simple acquisition for some. "If one partner is good," a man may think, "then two would be better." And men are not alone in thinking this way. Threesomes are not necessarily a favorite of one sex or the other. Both sexes have been known to indulge.

Then, too, there is the added dimension that a third angle can bring to an already existing sexual relationship. An old married couple may want to spice up their sexual sessions by introducing a third, younger girl.

Or, conversely, a young couple, already into experimenting, may decide to take on an older, more experienced woman into their midst, to teach them something of the joys of three-way

Then, too, there is the occasional lesbian couple, who, though practiced at the art of making love to each other, may feel that adding a male to the proceedings might add that special ingredient that would make even an already exciting lesbian scene into an impassioned three ring circus.

But whatever the reasons, however the variety stacks up, three-way sex is definitely a fact of today's love making. There is just something so intriguing about that number.

I began my research on this thought-provoking subject several years ago, but did not have a file completed until recently. Now, you the reader, will have the opportunity to get a first hand look at four very different accounts of three-way sex.

CASE HISTORY ONE

SUBJECT: Charlene A. AGE: Eighteen

INTERVIEW ONE

Charlene A. was a gorgeous honey of a girl with a slight Southern drawl and a low cut dress. I think you could label her as a bit of a show-off. She certainly liked to hike her skirt up when she sat down.

And she liked to bend over and show off that luscious pair of cantaloupes of hers. The ones that looked like they had been stuffed into a tight crate when I glanced down the front of her dress.

She was charming, bright, a little daffy, and nervous. Nervous as a cat. I wondered what experience she might have had that had her made her thus.

It wasn't long before I found out.

I was born in Nashville. Well, okay, outside of Nashville. On a farm. Well, maybe it was a ways out of town. My folks were generous enough. Poor but happy, I believe the expression goes.

Now, I have always been a little bit proud of my body. Maybe you could tell that by the way I dress. I mean, Doctor, I figure, if you've got it, why hide it?

You know I've got it. So did half the guys in Quigley Hollow. That was the name of our little town. So maybe it was just a railroad crossing. What's the difference?

You said I should tell my experiences, but I am a little nervous. About talking. I haven't had any college. Okay, so maybe I didn't finish high school. To tell the truth Doc, I never completed grammar school.

I don't mind, I mean, I got me one fine little hot shape on me, so who needs to know how to read Shakespeare?

So maybe I don't read the telephone book so good either. I never had to worry about getting somebody to take care of that reading stuff for me. There was always some wild young hunk of a dude who would help a lady out...even if it was reading a road sign for her.

Don't tell anyone, please. About me being unable to read too good. I've faked it most of my life. But I never faked nothing else.

These boobies of mine are real. Ain't they something? Oh, sorry, Doctor. I forgot you were a professional man. Most people like it when I pull my blouse down a little like that and show them the tips of my knockers.

Makes them feel special. And it makes me feel good. Yes, I am a show-off. Okay, I'm the biggest show off since P.T. Barnum. What of it? Guys like it. But being a show-off has its drawbacks.

In fact, being a show-off was how I got into trouble originally. That and my decided preference for the number three.

I don't know what it is, Doctor. About threes, I mean. Maybe it's cause all good things come in three. Three wishes. Three wise men. Three little pigs. Two testicles and a penis.

The number three is just endlessly fascinating to me. How about you? Sorry, again. Guess I just forgot who was interviewing who.

Forgive me. I usually have more manners, but being here in this city, it's got me a little stymied. I'm not used to so much activity. My social worker insisted I try it, though. She said, "Charlie, you got a real story to tell. You should go on and tell old Doctor Harding about it. He might record it. Write it down, and they might even end up making a movie out of it."

What do you think, Doctor? My life up there on the silver screen. Oh, yeah, my life. I better tell you about it.

I was born in Nashville. Well, okay, outside of Nash...Oh, dear, I already told you about that?

Did I tell you what a show-off I was? I did. Well, now, ain't that a kicker? I done gone and told you most of the good stuff.

The details? Okay. I'll tell you the details. Where do I begin? At the beginning of my girlie hood. That's a good place to start.

I hope you don't think I'm loose or that I got bad morals or anything. I come from a good family. Okay, maybe they weren't so good. Maybe they were poor whites. Maybe they were even poor white trash. But I won't say nothing worse about them than that. Promise. I got two brothers. Didn't I say I was into threesomes? Well, me and Edgar and Stacy, we made a swell team.

Edgar was the oldest. A tall strapping guy. Made a fine hog butcher. Used to be able to pick a pig up cold, knock him out with his bare knuckles and skin the hide off him while holding him upside down. Usually had half the job done before the pig woke up.

The three of us would help cut them pigs up, packing them in cases for to take into Quigley Hollow to the local butcher. Folks around there seemed to like to have their hog butchered fresh.

Anyway, Edgar was the butcher. But Stacy. Well, Stacy was a different sort of fellow. He wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of butchering hogs. Or raising them for that matter. That work pretty much fell to me. Yep, Doc, this luscious lass that you see before you was once a shepherdess. Only I didn't have no sheep, just hogs.

These hogs were adorable. I loved them all. They would follow me into the fields to graze a little or lie in the mud. I would shuck the corn for them to feed on, even made up names for them.

Stacy would sometimes go into the field with me, but he wouldn't hardly have nothing to do with those hogs.

Instead, he'd play his ocarina or write poetry. I think you might get the idea that my brother Stacy was a faggot, huh, Doc?

Well, don't! If you do, I'll knock your...oh, I'm sorry. I get a little touched in the head if I even think that anybody thinks my brother is a Fifi. He ain't. He's all male. And the story I'm about to tell ought to prove it to you.

One day Stacy and I were lying out there in the field, working our butts off while the hogs were lollygagging around, snorting and rutting and eating their little hearts out.

"What do you want out of life?" Stacy said to me, looking up from his etching. Stacy was a bit of an etcher. And he always asked dumb questions. Like, "what do you want out of life?"

Me, why Doc, the only questions I ever asked were, "what time is it."

"When do we eat?", or "have any of you guys seen my bibbed overalls?"

But not old Stacy. He had to know life's deepest secrets. Which is no way for a mountain boy to behave. It ain't fitting or proper seeing as how he'd probably have to spend the rest of his life down on the farm tending herds, making moonshine, or making babies.

But try telling Stacy that. I just stared back at him with that hopeless little look in my face. He lay back and cupped his arm around the back of his head.

He often did that when he was looking at the clouds...and he'd point out cloud pictures to me. Real imaginative ones. "See that cluster over there?" he'd say, his voice floating dreamily up into the spring afternoon air, "it looks kind of like a castle with a moat around it, don't it?"

Well, Doctor, to me, it just looked like a bunch of clouds. But I smiled and tried to see things his way.

Now I should tell you that Stacy and I were real close. I liked him. He was a strange type, all right I can dig it. But he was my brother. He was also oneof the handsomest men around. He was over six feet tall, built like a barn and had the waviest jet black hair. Good Lord, when I think of it my knees turn to water and my socks curl up!

Now, here we were on that bright afternoon, just lying there, soaking up the sun and wondering about our future.

Mine, well, Doctor, at that time mine consisted of looking forward to getting hitched, preferably after I had turned thirteen. I was twelve at the time. And it also included having a couple of kiddies, hopefully after I had turned fourteen or fifteen.

Stacy smiled and cuddled in a little closer to me. God that rooster was gigantic. I could practically put my head into his hand and he could close his fist around it. That's how big he was. But as I said, he wasn't much of a natural farmer.

He was, however, something of a ladies' man. Guess all that wavy hair got him started. Made him right appealing to me anyway!

I sat there and crossed my legs and adjusted the strap on my overalls. I heard the pigs snorting a little, a couple of them had found a nice, shady mud hole to lie down in.

That sun was certainly hot! I felt like I wanted to rip my overalls off right there, but then, my big brother was sitting next to me and what would the neighbors think? Okay, we didn't have any neighbors. But what would the pigs think?

I let myself sort of fall asleep in Stacy's arms. I rested my head in one of his palms. I blinked a few times and saw him looking at me, real nice.

"You ever think about falling in love?" he said, smiling down at me.

"Yeah," I said, "I think about it."

"You ever do it?" he replied, cuddling in a little closer.

I could feel the smooth, worn denim of his pants next to my ankle. It felt real friendly. Downright homey.

I snuggled in eagerly. I always did like to hear what Stacy said. Even if most of it made no sense to me at all.

"I never did," I told him, swallowing hard. I never did, that was the truth.

And it hurt a little bit. Most of my girlfriends, by the time they were twelve were either married or promised or pregnant or both. At least they had lost their cherries by that time. Lord, I hadn't even lost a twig off my tree!

I mean, I had never even let a guy touch my boobies. There were a lot of guys who had wanted to try, too, Doc, believe you me.

But none of them ever really caught my imagine, if you catch my drift.

Now, Stacy, he did. Too bad he was my brother. But that smile, those shoulders, and those tree trunk legs of his! And, oh, Doctor, that bulge in his crotch.

It looked like he was walking around with an egg basket stuffed in there, and I'm pretty sure that was without even his dick being hard. Yes, I know what a hard on is. I saw one that afternoon.

Whose? You want to know whose hard on? Who do you think, your honor? My brother. My brother, Stacy. But that's not all. Dear, I'm getting ahead of myself.

"You wanna try making love?" he said, running his thick, fat muscular finger around the inside of my collar. Good thing he did, too. It was starting to get real hot around there.

"Do I?" I said, taken aback. "I don't know."

"I think so much about you, Sis," he said, patting my knee with his huge hairy paw. "I think about falling in love, too."

"So do I," I told him. "I think a lot about it."

"Let's just try practicing on each other," he persuaded, his voice sounding real friendly-like. Cozy and friendly.

"Huh?" I said, never having even had the thought cross my mind.

Okay, so it crossed my mind. Maybe I even used to fantasize about practicing making love with Stacy. But, really, Doc, there were no other eligible young men around that appealed to me the way he did. There just weren't.

"I want to," he said, sitting upright and running his bare feet across my ankles, "I don't see why we shouldn't. I mean, a guy's gotta practice. A girl, too. Just think what could happen on our wedding night if we wind up with mates that don't know any more than we know?"

"Could take a year to do it right," I said wistfully.

"Longer, maybe," he said, opening those big gray eyes of his and staring at me so hard I wanted to run or melt or stay there and die.

"You got a point there," I said, feeling a little giddy in the head.

"I got one here, too," he said, taking a hold of my hand and setting it down on that big old egg basket of his. Got to tell you right now, Doctor. My brother is hung like a fucking horse.

I had always kind of suspected that. But that afternoon, I was sure of it. His pecker got a little harder as I patted it. I know that. I felt it turn from jelly into a wooden log in a matter of moments.

Of course, I think whatever I was doing helped it along. Or helped it get long. Tee...heee...anyway. Where was I? Shit I get hot thinking of that afternoon. Always do.

God, just thinking about how hard that old log of his was getting there, under his overalls.

I just patted it and patted it, like a patty cake. And the more I patted it, the tougher the thing got under my hand. I had to catch myself from digging at it with my fingernails, the way a hungry hog digs for roots.

I wanted to pull it out and have myself a good old look-see. That thing was just so mysterious lying in there growing like that.

"You wanna see, don't you, Sis?" he said, adjusting his position on the ground so that he could unsnap his jeans.

"Maybe," I said, teasing him a little.

"I wanna see you, too," he said, gritting his teeth.

Something about that word 'see' that got me so hot I swore a poker just got shoved up my twat.

I had always loved that word. And I had always had an urge to show my body to someone. The old jackasses around the town wouldn't have even appreciated it properly. But I had a hunch Stacy would. He was so poetic and sensitive. But a he-man, Doc, forget that not!

So, I got real cozy with the idea that he was gonna show me and I was gonna show him. Show and tell. Tit for tat. It sounded real equitable to me.

"Undress yourself," Stacy said, in a soft, lulling whisper. God, that boy did it for me. He always did.

I stood up and then sat down. I couldn't decide just who should go first, or how we should go. The possible variations were infinte. Infinite and sheer torture.

"Go on," he said, giving me a little shove, like he did the first day I started school.

Well, I began by unhooking one of overall straps and peeling it off real slow.

Something about the way I did that got me a little moist between my legs. Ya know, where the thicket lies. Between my twat lips. And up a little.

I peeled the other off like the skin off a banana. Then, I slithered out of them as far down as my waist.

Next, I went to work on my plaid work shirt. Not that that thing is sexy. It was a real challenge to make it look like an invitation, stripping out of a work shirt. But I did it.

And I made it real interesting, too. I fiddled with the buttons, acting like I sort of didn't know how to undress myself properly. Which, of course, I did.

Then, I undid them, one at a time. The whole time, I watched Stacy's basket growing real sizable. King sizable.

When I was sure I had his complete attention, I sailed both the lapels of that work shirt over my tits. He had a good look at my breasts.

Okay, I wasn't wearing a bra. I wasn't wearing panties, either. Don't mean I'm a bad person...it's just that down home, young girls don't wear underwear. Tradition. Then, again, we were poor, that might have had something to do with it. Truth is, though, I never saw a pair of panties till I came to Nashville. How do you like that?

Sexy, huh? That's what some folks would call it. I called it destitute. Poverty really sucks, ya know that, Doc?

But that afternoon, it didn't. I did, though. I'm getting ahead of myself again. Stacy seemed to love the sight of those breasts. And I must say that even at the age of twelve, I was already building a hot set on my chest.

Two twin mounds of delicious creamy goodness topped with caramel colored moons. Moons that turned to a hot reddish bronze whenever I got excited. Like now.

"Let me play with them," Stacy said.

That sounded like a great idea. I sat down and stuck them into his face. He sucked on one till it popped up very rigid and stiff.

I was moaning so loud I couldn't hear the pigs squeal.

"You like that, huh, Sis?" he said, pinching one with his hand as he sucked on the other. He had one powerful suction in his mouth, too. I loved it.

"I most certainly do," I said, never having been one to lie very good.

"Wanna see my prick?" he said, grinning that shy poetic grin of his.

I did, too. I asked him to show it to me.

"Take your overalls off the rest of the way," he urged, pulling at them very gently. "I wanna see that sweet spot between your legs I have been hearing so much about."

I whipped my jeans down pretty fast, right past my soft thighs, down over my high-rising ass cheeks and over my knees and calfs.

I shot them into a pile under one of the pine trees.

"There," I said, completely naked except for a schoolgirl grin, "that's all there is."

I was so anxious for him to show me that intriguing huge bundle in his pants, I would have done most anything to get him to. So there I was, naked as a jay bird, sitting on the grass, my legs spread out for him to examine.

"I wanna play with your cunt," he said, scooting a little closer and running his huge, smooth fingertips over my bare thighs.

"I wanna see your pecker," I moaned, softly.

"Look," he said, to my face, the eyes of which were now closed.

I opened my mouth and got the shock of my young life. His dick was sticking out of his overalls, pointing right up at me. That thing was five times bigger than I could have imagined it was from the way it was all hunched up inside his overall sheath.

It bobbed real hard and demanded all the attention I could give it. Which was plenty at that particular point. I locked my eyes on it and gripped my hips together.

My cunt juice had begun to flow in earnest. It trickled down my cunt lips and covered my clit. It was gonna be a gusher, all right.

His dick was doing all kinds of things to keep my attention focused on it. It flailed first to the left, then the right, then around a little, in completely unpredictable patterns of movement.

"You got balls to go with that?" I asked, a little teasingly. I knew he did, but I liked to give him trouble.

"There," he said, drawing out two huge orbs of hairy goodness through the opening of his overalls. "What do you think?"

"They're enormous," was all I could say. Not original, but I am a simple country girl at heart.

They were enormous. They were so huge they forced his dick up even higher, if such a thing is possible.

"Wanna touch?" my brother said, "cause I sure wanna touch you."

"Let's practice," I said, ever devoted to the cause of improving our sexual knowledge.

Stacy reached a hard hand over and fondled my flared out cunt lips. He played with them between his hands like they were dice. God, it felt good to have such strong, capable hands pressing onto my twat.

He skated his fingers around the little pink slippery rink of my cunt, building up the oil and juice to a slick ice.

I did the same for him. I found the top of his huge long dick and stuck my finger in the third eye. The one with the semen stuff running out of it. It was clear and a little tacky to my touch. I wanted to taste it, so I did.

It was a bit salty, a bit sweet, a lovely mix. Like wine that hadn't fermented yet. Delicious! It gave me the urge to try a little more action down there.

I gripped his cock knob with my tiny hand, finding it totally inadequate to the task of wrapping itself around that huge monster pole.

What a big, ramming dick stick that guy had. I wondered how anyone would ever get mat inside them. But I was sure curious.

"I like that," he said, as I explored all the surfaces of his now slick dick.

I must have been turning him on, because his pecker was hard as a baseball bat. And it showed no signs of diminishing.

I found the thick, bluish under vein beneath his shaft and played with that a while. Low groans came pouring out of the back of his throat.

I must have tripped a lever about then, because a lot more of that clear stuff came out. It was coming out of my cunt, too.

Stacy had a hold of my cunt lips with one hand and he brought his other big paw in there, too. That made him do a little extra work, but he is a farm boy and quite capable, even though, up until that afternoon, he had never shown a lick of interest in work.

This seemed to be work he liked doing.

He burrowed his second hand, the worker hand, up into my cunt slit. I wiggled a lot on the receiving end of that hand. It hurt a lot. But my curiosity hurt more.

"Ouch!" I cried, feeling a little pop go off inside me. "I think that's my cherry."

"Feels like it," he said, a little disinterested. "I hope it won't happen again."

I was sure it wouldn't.

My cunt seized up on itself as a little trickle of blood-colored juice ran down my leg. That was the worst of it, the rest of the way was pure pleasure.

"Feels real tight in there, Charlene," Stacy said, his breath clearing coming out in labored huffs.

I figured it had to be, being as how I had never had anything up there before.

Okay, I'd had a couple of finger tips, maybe a thumb. At the most a quick fist. But I lacked the necessary man power to stuff a big, thick finger load up there, the way Stacy had done.

He was my hero of the afternoon, really. And I loved showing it all to him. Everything. The flared out petals of wrinkled little cunt, my shiny pink clit, my rigid boobie nipples.

I felt like I was a model in a store window just for him. And that cock just kept growing, Doctor, getting big as a salami. And thicker, if you can imagine such a phenomenon.

He aimed it toward me, closer and closer. And all the time I was getting hotter and hotter. Wetter and wetter, too.

"You look good enough to eat, Sis," he said, swinging his huge shoulders down onto the ground where my cunt was spread out like the night sky across Colorado. And that's what he did, Doc. He ate my cunt. And was he ever good at it. Such a gentleman! He licked his lips a little in preparation, and then he kissed my clit. That was a surprise!

He kept turning my nipples around between his fingers, real hard, like they were dials on the radio. And he stuck his tongue out and began making little circles all over the surface of my hot box cover.

The slurping noises were music to my ears. Even though I missed having his fist stuck up there, I surely did welcome that soft wet curly tongue of his.

"Yum, yum," I said, though I was pretty sure he was the one supposed to say that. I know he would have, too, if his tongue had been free.

Which it wasn't. And which I am mighty glad it wasn't. It felt right good where it was. And it was working, too. Swirling and twirling around and around, giving my cunt tunnel a fine reaming.

I let my head roll back and bob up and down aimlessly. I was in fucking seventh heaven, Doc, and that's no lie.

Stacy climbed up on all fours and burrowed his head up between my legs. I got a real smart view of his pecker from that position. It was incredibly shiny and reddish-purple on the tip. The shaft was glistening with juice of arousal. The juice I like best. His balls were hard, like two steely spheres, covered with down.

Now comes the frightening part. Oh, dear. I was sure enjoying that little workout, that 'practice' as we had come to call it.

I felt like I knew a lot more about making love and all than I had that morning. And I felt ready that if a new man should come along, I would be prepared to show him a few of the finer points about my hot, horny little body.

And that's just what happened. A new man did come along. It was my brother, Edgar.

I should tell you a little about Edgar. He is, believe it or not, bigger than Stacy. Only there, the similarity ends. He is not, I repeat, not the poetic type.

He is a rough, crude farm boy. The type that likes butchering hogs and all the rest of it. He'd sooner sleep in a barn than a castle, and I know that's true. He fills out his overalls so hard, you'd think he'd bust a seam when he reached down to pick up a fork.

God, that boy is huge. Bigger than a house. Okay, bigger than an out house. But big. Get the picture?

And that big, rude, crude dude was making his way down the path right now, heading straight for the place where Stacy and I were practicing making love on each other. And he did not look too happy.

In fact, he looked right pissed off. Pissed off to the gills. I hope I have told you a little about the kind of day I had that afternoon. But it gets worse, Doc. I'll tell you the next time we meet.

INTERVIEW TWO

Charlene entered my office again less than a week later. She had not changed much in her manner of dress. Still very seductive, though by now I had begun to suspect that the girl could look seductive in a pair of bibbed overalls.

That is just the way she was. She sat down with one heavy curtain of black hair hanging over her right eye and spoke to me again, in that charming country way she had.

I suppose I should have tried to suggest to her that she was putting on a little too much, acting the slut a bit, but I found her thoroughly engaging. And, I was ready to listen to the rest of her experiences.

Where was I? Oh, yeah, the pasture. Late afternoon. Stacy was sucking my pussy and I was about ready to rip out with a good old climax that would have waken half the population of Nashville if they'd been within twenty-five miles of the vicinity.

And there was old Edgar, coming down the path. I could tell by the way his brow was set and his shoulders were hunched that he was feeling real mean-spirited.

He, unlike Stacy, had occasion to imbibe in the infamous moonshine so often talked about in that part of the country. I know for a fact, Doctor, it is no myth. Country folks do like it, some of them make it, and most of them drink it. Not all of them. But my brother drank it.

And I could see from the jug sticking out of his back pocket that he had been into the stuff. When he got a little closer, I was sure of it. He was a mean drunk, too, when the spirit took him.

"What the hell you up to?" he said, strutting up and standing there like a statue with his hands crossed over his mighty chest.

I felt like telling him that we was up to plenty. But I kept buttoned up. I didn't want make things no worse for myself than they already was. From the way old Edgar stood there, I thought there might be a fight.

Damned shame, too. I was not in the mood for fighting just then.

"We was just practicing," I tried, smiling wanly and looking at him with the biggest, sweetest eyes I could flash.

"You was sucking on Charlie's cunt," Edgar said, giving Stacy a kick in the rear.

He had stopped licking my cunt by that time, but his spittle was still clinging sweetly to my pussy hole and all around it, too. I was sorry to see him fling past me. His head hit the ground and he scrambled to his feet.

We're tough kids, I mean to tell ya. He put up his fists and started circling around Edgar, and I thought sure the thing would come to blows between them.

But old Edgar just tossed his head back and laughed.

"Practicing?" he chuckled, "well, that's a new one on me. I ain't never heard it called that before. And I heard it called a lot of things in my time.. "

"You ain't sore?" I said, shaking my head and drawing my legs out a little.

I know most girls would have drawn their legs in, but I was hot and eager, very eager to show off my box to my older brother. I knew he'd be proud of it, once he saw how juicy and sweet looking it was down there.

"I'm getting sore," he said, straddling his huge legs out and pointing to gigantic wad between his legs, "I'm getting sore right down here."

I smiled and felt really warm all over. I don't think Stacy saw it quite that way, but hell, he would have lost in a fight with Edgar. I don't say fair fight with Edgar, cause there ain't no such thing.

Edgar fights dirty. Little did I know how dirty he made love. That I found out soon enough.

"Come here," he said, grabbing my ankles.

I didn't have any choice. I came where he yanked me.

"Now spread them legs wide and let me have a look."

Truth was, I couldn't spread them no wider. He could see halfway up to my navel right then.

"Looks like this here pussy wants sucking," he said, pointing to Stacy, "I suggest that's what you do to it, too."

Stacy was game, I gotta give him that. He took one swing at Edgar. The swing backfired and Edgar picked up his foot and shoved it into Stacy's face. That was how Edgar fought. Dirty.

He ground Stacy's gorgeous man hunk of a face into the ground, as I watched pleading with him to stop. Christ, didn't these two guys have more to do than just fight? I was sitting there with my cunt lips flying wide and handsome, the succulent juices running down my twat slit, and my nipples pointing up and away like two eraser heads. What the hell were they doing at a time like this fighting, I couldn't fathom.

Not that Stacy didn't want to suck my clit, either, Doc. It's just that he didn't like taking orders from Edgar. Edgar the big bully. The boss. The tyrant. The one who could wreck houses with his bare hands.

I let my legs flop down toward each other, closing the view off of my adorable pink twat. I thought that ought to make them sit up and take notice. They did, too.

"Don't you be closing no doors on me, Charlie," Edgar railed, gripping me by the shoulder. "Spread them flanks of yours out, Honey. Let's see what you got there for your old brother to finger."

Well, now he was talking! I sat up, planted both my palms down onto the ground for balance, stuck my tits high out into the sun and let my legs flop off again.

"Such a slippery little clit," the big boy said, fingering me roughly.

His touch sure didn't feel like Stacy's. It was the touch of a truck driver, a moon shiner, a butcher. Stacy had a touch like velvet gloves.

Now, honestly, Doc, I don't know which I preferred. I guess I should say the gentle giant touch. That would be real smooth and lady like and all citified of me. Like I'm trying to be. But, honestly, I don't know.

Edgar was crude, but I knew he cared just by the way he grabbed so hard. Stacy was gentle, and it made me feel real warm and tingly all over, even in the places not directly connected to my cunt lips.

Which was best? Who can say. The truth is, I liked them both. And that, dear Doc, is the root cause of all my problems. I liked them both. I was simply unable to choose twixt the two of them.

If I had had my wits about me, I would have made a decision. Probably picked Edgar, cause he was gonna win if tit came to fisticuffs. Or maybe I should have picked Stacy, since he would have died trying to defend me, bless his heart.

But I'm not much into violence. Especially when it involves my brothers. What I am into, as I mentioned before, is the number three.

Well, I had two tits and a cunt, didn't I?

Whoops! I mean, I still do.

And there were two of them and one of me. And that makes three. Yes, I know, I've heard it's a mortal sin. I've heard it's against the law of nature, but Doc, those pigs didn't seem to mind. And I've also been told that's it called incest.

How come everything good has to have a name, that's what I want to know. And it sure was good. But I am getting ahead of myself. You would, too, though if you had what I had that afternoon.

Edgar didn't waste much time getting down to brass tacks. He didn't go inside his overalls and get his pecker right away, though. He yanked the whole thing down off his bare rippling muscular shoulders and stood up there naked as the sun for all of us to see. Pigs and everybody!

Jesus, what a sight. That sturdy oak of a boy, nearly eighteen years old and powerful enough to crush lime with his bare hands. He was standing there with the biggest, plumpest, longest, most agonizingly lovely hard on I have ever witnessed.

Mind you, I had only seen two of them up till then, but I know a pecker wood of enormous proportions when I see it. And I have seen a few since then. And this one was the topper. The snow on the summit.

"Well, ain't we just one big, happy family?" Edgar said, walking over to me and sticking his rock hard dick into my face. "I wonder how we're gonna get along as a threesome?"

Stacy rubbed the dirt out of his face and tried to sit up. I know he heard what Edgar said, but I guess he didn't want to believe it. Poor kid! He probably had wanted me all for himself. I guess it didn't seem as much like practicing if it was the three of us doing it.

Cause the question would then become, what were practicing for?

Well, right about then, I didn't much care. I was hot as a tin roof in August and I wanted some cock. Either of their cocks, preferably both. Yes, Doc, I wanted them both.

They were both my brothers. I loved them both. And after seeing them without their clothes on and their cocks unfurled in the air, I decided I needed them both. That having them right then and there on that hot spring afternoon would really make my day complete.

How little I knew what disaster I was courting. But I knew I was courting Edgar and Stacy.

"I don't got to share my sister with nobody," Stacy hollered, holding one side of his face in pain.

"Yes, you do, Brother," Edgar snapped back. "Else you're gonna end up on the wrong end of a pitchfork."

Stacy knew he meant it, too. Last winter, Edgar got mad at him, cause he wouldn't go out into the pasture and bring a pig home. He tackled poor Stacy on the way upstairs and dragged him by the hair down to the slaughterhouse. Then, he knocked him six ways to Sunday and made him drink pig's blood for forty-five minutes.

That's why I say like I do that Edgar don't fight fair. Hell, he dont even play fair. I can bear witness to that.

The next thing I know, Edgar had Stacy down on his knees and.he was pounding him with fists.

"Owwwwww," Stacy cried out piercing the peacefulness of the pasture. "Stop it you're killing me."

"I'll do worse than that if you don't sit down and shut up," Edgar roared backat him.

Well, Doc, Edgar presented a powerful case, if not a very rational one. Stacy sat down on the ground and I was free to stare at the unobstructed view of my big brother's cock pole.

What a tool, I have to say it, even if he is my own brother. His head was bigger than a door knob, and every bit as slippery. His shaft was thick and dark and very long and I gotta say, touchable. I sure wanted to touch it.

Those balls made apples pale by comparison. I found them really a turn on. And I resolved right then and there that whatever it was called, whatever filthy name society had pinned on it, I wanted the two of them to make love to me right then and there.

I sure did. And I think I saw by the glint in Edgar's eye that that's exactly what he wanted, too.

He walked over and pulled Stacy down on all fours. He stood there, or knelt there, I should say, like a big old bull with his head down, like he was gonna charge. But only his cock charged. Maybe it was the sight of my pussy again.

Or the scent of it. But his cock perked up real hard when he got closer in there.

His cock perked up and his balls bore down and it was lovely sight to see. Even the top of his head with all that shining black wavy hair looked good. I started to play with it, but I got distracted by Edgar's cock.

It was sticking to my lips.

"Shit!" I said.

That one little innocent word was all the encouragement Edgar needed. He plugged my lips up with that massive man dick of his. And I couldn't get another word in edgewise.

That thing was so walloping big, I could barely get my lips around it. Mind you, Doc, that's my lips I'm talking about. He still didn't have it down my mouth yet.

He was just getting warmed up.

"I like to have my dick sucked," Edgar grinned, his breath coming out a touch harder now. "And I know my little brother likes to suck cunt, I do."

Well, that idea satisfied me. I thought I might really enjoy it out here, amidst all the greenery and trees. And wedged tightly between two of the most succulent thickly dark richly long and splendid pieces of meat this side of blue ribbon crown pork roast.

The only thing I hadn't counted on was Edgar. I should have knowed he didn't intend to play fair. Never had before, why should he change horses just for today?

I didn't have too much more time to think about it then, cause Edgar moved his dick a little more and I found it knocking against my two front rows of teeth.

That thing was just as hard as they were, can you buy that? You better.

"I'm getting real tired, Sis," Edgar said, grinning like an evil polecat and shifting his weight around to prove his point.

"Git under here and give me a seat," he said, rudely dragging poor Stacy by the seat of his pants. He was still wearing his overalls. He dragged him up under his ass where he could sit down on him.

That's right. Edgar used Stacy like he was a foot stool. He straddled him across his back and made him keep his head down as he continued to stick his rock rigid dick stick in between my lips. Making lots of headway down my throat by now, I might add.

That cock stick tasted delicious, even if it was off my own brother! It was fine and mellow-flavored, a little like cured tobacco. The juice was running out the third eye. The one I was sticking my tongue tip into right then.

"Delicious," said Edgar, bouncing a little up and down on Stacy's back.

Stacy had put his head down real far now, so far that Edgar had to slide up a little to stay on his mount, but he did. From where I sat, pinned down by my oldest brother's thick dick, I could see Stacy playing with his own ramming cock tool.

He gripped the head real hard, squeezing the life out of the poor thing. I guess it made him hot. I know it made me hot watching that show.

Then, he moistened his shaft with some of the sluice from his third eye. That wide dark slit at the end of his peter. He hugged his hand around his pole and started at the top. He slid his mighty paw all the way down the whole length of his dick and then, ending at his balls, gave them a little jiggle.

That little jiggle almost finished me off. And I didn't even know what finishing me off meant. My pussy writhed and quivered in agonizing expectation.

I didn't have long to wait. Stacy's tongue found its nest. The way mine was working on Edgar, his was working on me.

It rolled up and lashed out like a puff adder tongue striking its prey. It coiled around my clit and slid up sharply into my hole, working its way in, then jutting up and reaming around the inside of my wet, gripping cunt tunnel.

What a thrill! I wanted to match that for Edgar.

I kept my tongue rolled up, to increase the stiffness of it. Then, I slapped and flicked it across the wide expanse of my brother's gorgeous big fuck stick.

That must have done something for him. He responded by rolling his head back and letting his mouth go slack.

"Shit if that don't feel fine, Charlie," he managed to say through gulps of air. I know he was hot, I could feel his body temperature rising right through his pecker.

About now my pussy lips were clanging like cymbals. Thank God old Stacy had his tongue stuck up there, I would have been playing a symphony, if nothing had been keeping my lips apart.

I wiggled and writhed down onto the ground. My hot hips were squirming like a field of worms after a rainfall. God that thing was big enough to choke me. And I knew if that old boy stuck it in a little further, even a teensy bit further, that's just what would happen.

Already my eyes were filled with tears. I was having a hard time drawing breath. But still I flicked and lapped at his dick stick. I suctioned my cheeks in so far they hurt.

That really got Edgar where he lived. He jumped up and down on Stacy's neck and let out a war whoop!

"Whoopppeeee!" he shouted gleefully. "Sis knows how to suck cock, little brother, what do you think of that?"

Down where he was licking away, Stacy might have been thinking just about anything, only he couldn't say. He was too busy licking pussy.

Edgar grabbed his overalls off the ground and fumbled into the back pocket. He yanked out his jug of liquor and uncorked it.

"Like a little shot when I'm getting my dick sucked," he said, sounding like an old hand at this dick sucking stuff. Which, I don't really believe he was.

He tipped the bottle back up hard and tossed half the thing down his gullet. He gulped and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

His dick was thrust so far back down inside my throat now it was tickling my tonsils.

"Yikes!" he cried, bracing his brother's neck and bucking his butt up high into the air.

I guess it was a combination of kick and kickapoo joy juice. I mean, the kick he was getting out of having his peter sucked so royally. He seemed to love it all right.

It showed on his face and now it was showing at the tip of his dick.

I felt the thing thud against the roof of my mouth and the tip seemed to spread open, I guessed from that little third eye slit on the top.

But was I ever surprised at what ran out! Hot, white, thick gummy stuff. Goo. And in a spurt like a power hose jets out.

Got to say, Doc, it was thrilling. All that juice, just for me.

It coated my mouth, my tongue, my teeth, and then, he drew it out from between my lips.

"Holy shit!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, bracing his legs together so hard, I was afraid he was going to cut off Stacy's wind.

His pecker was still hard as a ram rod when it finally did arrive out into the light of day. I saw it glistening so hard and long and dreamy. All covered with cream.

He stuck it right back into my mouth and ordered me to lick it off.

As I was doing it, and enjoying the flavor, I might add, I couldn't help but see what old Stacy was up to.

He was pulling his pud something fierce. And he kept breathing heavier and heavier, as much from the work he was doing on his cock and my mouth as from the weight of that millstone around his neck. The millstone known as Edgar.

"Look at that," Edgar said hypnotized by the sight of his one and only brother pulling his dick meat.

"If I didn't know better," he said, grinning real slow and pulling his dick out of my mouth again, "I'd say he was gonna spring a load all over you in a few seconds, Sis."

That's exactly what he did do. With his tongue securely screwed inside my pussy, agitating the hell out of my clit in the process, Stacy sprung his man leak, spraying thick come cream all over my pussy.

How it stung me! The feel of that hot, ornery juice all over my wet, wild wringing pussy. My pussy that was being reamed to the breaking point, stretched taut with eager anticipation of a climax that wouldn't come.

"Eat that bitch, Stacy," Edgar cried, slapping his brother on the backside.

"Suck that cunt, boy," he chortled.

"Ream her clit, come on now."

"Eat that cunt."

Well, Doc, he was eating. Eating like a champ. But I just couldn't seem to come. And, I'm afraid owing to the rather strenuous practice session we had had earlier, plus the rigorous workout he was getting right now, the poor boy was fast spending his energy.

Thank goodness Edgar was there to help. But don't thank Edgar. He almost finished me that afternoon. I mean, in truth, Doc, I'm lucky to be alive.

"Can't hold out, huh, Boy?" the older bully said, poking his brother in the gut, "getting soft in your old age?"

Stacy sputtered something and withdrew his tongue. It was shriveled and wrinkled and extremely tired looking. Like a dog's tongue. One who had spent the major part of an afternoon chasing rabbits.

"Better let a man show you how to do that," Edgar offered, shoving his younger brother out of the way with one swipe of his huge bear paw.

Stacy bit the dust and rolled over moaning in agony. His cock was still hard, but the rest of him was plum tuckered out.

"Now, girlie," Edgar said, eagerly, "you're gonna know true contentment. I'm gonna make you come like a mountain slide."

I hoped he would, too. I was beginning to feel green around the gills from all trigger play and no gun shot.

Edgar rolled up his rude tongue and stuck it curtly into my wet, dribbling wet pussy. It felt real cozy inside there with that thing shoveling my juice around. How it could stir me up! As good as his brother.

But Edgar soon outpaced himself. He had come on real strong, stuffing his man tongue around inside there, twirling and spinning it around real imagine. But his old tongue got tired, beat, and only after a few minutes of diddling me, too.

"Shit!! ! ! " he cried, backing off, "ain't you tossed yer cookies yet?"

I hadn't and I didn't intend to fake that I had. My pussy was steamy. Wringing wet with juice and fatigue. But would I surrender? Never.

That's when Edgar picked up his liquor bottle and brandished it above his noggin.

"Now yer gonna get it, Sis," he shouted jovially. "My pecker's done gone down a little, and Stacy's has taken a little nap, too. And while we're both in temporary retreat, this ought to hold you."

With that, he popped the rude end of the liquor bottle square up my twat slit.

God, that thing hurt a blue streak. Felt like a mule kicked me! But, it felt kind of good, too. Solid, homey, reliable.

And I knew who had made that liquor, I guess that counted some if you believe in psychology. My own brother had made that joy juice with his own little still.

And there it was now, bouncing around in the bottle stuffed inside my ragged, dog-eared cunt. Glory be! I thought there would be no tomorrow.

There was plenty of juice up there for it to slide around in. And, it did the job good and properly. I sprang my leak at last. Sprang my leak?

Hell, I'd burst the whole dam. Took half the falls with me, too.

"Jeeeeeezzzzzuusssss!" I echoed down the valley, calling attention to myself and letting all the good folk of Quigley Hollow know I was coming.

Lord, that felt so good after all that time waiting.

Of course, it was difficult to get that little bottle out. It had created quite a suction up there. And unlike Stacy and Edgar's cocks, it didn't diminish with use.

The boys had to grip onto the neck and take turns trying to yank it out. Finally, with Stacy's big lug arms around Edgar's he-man middle, the two of them together worked the thing out.

It popped out with a loud report, and the two of them were tossed backwards onto the ground.

That was the end of my first threesome, Doc. Maybe I should call it a foursome. I mean, if I want to include that bottle of corn liquor.

So, call me a dizzy dame from Quigley Hollow. I liked it. Trouble was, I liked it too much.

I kept wanting to get it on with more than one guy even after I left home at the age of fifteen to seek my fortune in a lunch counter in Nashville.

And I always found willing volunteers. It created some problems. Like there were fights. But that was what I was used to, know what I mean? I had grown to like those fights. I think they made me that much hotter.

The boys got real jealous every time I looked at another man. Or two men. Cause when I looked at two, I think they knew what I had on my mind. And there would be fights, brawls, actually.

That's really why I left Quigley Hollow. To avoid them fights. I always seemed to come out of them with at least a black eye. And I wasn't even in them. I just tried to stop them, and look what I got. See this little scar here?

L know you can't see it too good, cause I got lottsa make up on. I like make up. Gits me lots of attention. And I crave the attention. Yes, I do crave it from more than one man.

You might say that getting it on with two not only doubles my pleasure, it reminds me of home. Making it with two guys, makes me think of the farm and Stacy and Edgar. It's just like we was all one big happy family again.

CONCLUSION

Charlene A. is a delightful young woman. I have no doubt that she has little trouble gratifying her wish for a threesome. She is attractive, fun-loving, and has a refreshing approach to sexual pleasure.

But a threesome is not a family. No, it is not the same thing at all, and it should not be confused that way. Trying to re-create the original family unit could prove disastrous to Charlene. And heartbreaking.

I have already given her several more sessions in which I have tried to explain the difference and possible perils of confusing the two experiences.

She is slow, but I believe she is starting to catch on. It will take time. But, she is willing. That is the key.

And, as I said before, she is basically not neurotic. She is basically healthy. Once this wrinkle is ironed out, she has excellent chances for a normal love match. With another solitary human.

CASE HISTORY TWO

SUBJECT: Bibi B AGE: Nineteen

INTERVIEW ONE

I had begun to put out feelers to various guidance counselors at several of the colleges in my area. And I specifically asked that they keep an eye out for any young women or girls, though they would need to be at least eighteen to come and see me of their own volition, who might come to them with problems where threesome love making had been an issue.

I didn't have long to wait. A Miss Prine, from Numbard Girls College notified me within a few weeks of my initial request. She told me she had been in touch with a young woman named Bibi who fit the specifications I sought.

And so it was, a few days later that Bibi waltzed into my office. I say waltzed in because everything about the girl was grand, dramatic. She dressed and talked and eyed me with a certain flair, joie de vivre, voice of experience that I could not help finding intriguing.

I was anxious to hear her story and find out more about her. She was an especially beautiful girl. Her skin was milk maid white and she had a luscious mane of copper hair, though when I saw her it was braided on top of her head. Her figure was alluring, and I could tell she knew that it was by the way she...well...waltzed.

That's what I said. Waltzed.

Does that sound strange?

I shouldn't. You see Doctor, I know. I've been to see several different psychiatrists in my life. Therapists of all kinds, actually.

You see, my father thinks I'm a bit of a nut. He insists that I be analyzed every spring. You know, when the swallows come back to Capistrano? Well, that's when I start the round of shrinks again. At his insistence.

And with his check book. Daddy is a money maker, I'll give him that. He cared little about me or Mom when I was growing up, but now, well, now he is eager to make up for all those deprived and loveless years by paying my shrink bills.

Isn't that ducky? Little turd. Thank God Mom left him when she did. I wish she'd done it years before. She's a ravishing woman, Doctor. I mean, I know I'm nothing to turn away from.

Men have always found me an eyeful. I don't mind telling you that, because it's been proven to me again and again.

The first time? Well, that would have to be with my drama coach. I showed early promise as an actress. Or maybe it's just that I was such a little show-off the folks got the idea I ought to be allowed on stage just to justify it! Ha!

Anyway, in our circles, the circles in which people have money and love spending it on frivolous things like drama coaches, it is considered polite to have a child present a recital of his or her little talents.

A great hall is usually rented. Decorations, planning, coaching, and a jillion other different types of preparation usually go into it. In my case, at the age of thirteen, I was presented to society as an actress.

The years of getting me ready for that one, I'll spare you. But the drama coach. Well, he was a bit of a turn-on. I sensed it even in my younger years.

I was eleven when he first came to our house. What can I say? He was tall. He was handsome. He had green eyes and an appealing bulge in his clam diggers.

I had matured early, and I was dying to experiment with a man. Any man, but this one filled the bill better than any of the houseboys. I endeavored to get it on with him as quickly as I possibly could, and out of sight from the eyes of my dear mother and disgusting boor of a father.

"Have you practiced your vowels today, Bibi?" the young man said as he came into the room. We practiced dramatic arts in a little conservatory on one of the upper floors of the house.

He threw off his cape and tossed it over the coat hook in the corner. God, I loved the way he dressed. A mite effeminate, possibly. But I saw it then as artistic. Big woolen cable-knit sweaters, white pants, even in the winter. Red leather boots. A muffler. Even a cape.

His name was Mitchell. Mitchell DeLisle. How's that for a phony name? I often wonder if my parents ever bothered to check his resume. I think they would have found a few discrepancies in it, though I didn't mind if he knew nothing whatsoever about drama coaching.

He was cute enough to be a calendar boy. A centerfold in a male stud magazine. That smile.

It nailed me to the woodwork every time he flashed his upper row of ivories.

That day was special, though. I knew it from the moment he walked in. For it was that day that I was able to peg that strange sensation that had been vexing me between my legs.

It had been arriving promptly at three fifteen every Thursday afternoon. Coincidentally, that's when Mitchell bounced in for my lessons. And on that day, I tied the two events together.

Mitchell's arrival made me hot. I knew it for sure. No one could have talked me out of it. But then, nobody knew of it. Nobody but me.

I think he liked me a little bit, too. He must have sensed my reaction to him. I didn't see many other young men of that age. Except the servants. And as I said, who cared about them as long as he was around.

"You're looking well this afternoon, Bibi," he said, stroking my chin. He talked down to me a lot, trying to act like I was a kid. He knew better. He fucking well did.

My glands were racing when we ran through our vocal exercises. I had memorized a little poem, not a very good one, I'm afraid. And I stood up on a little dais my father had set up in the conservatory just for that purpose. I used all the gestures at my command to sell that silly little poem to an imagined audience as I threw my voice up and out toward the rafters.

"Fine, fine, fine," Mitchell said, extending his hand to me, grabbing mine and pulling it down to his lips.

He kissed the back of it fervently, and that made my buns tingle. I had resolved right then and there to get him that afternoon. Yes, Doctor, I mean get him.

Get him in an uncompromising position. I guess I should say right now that I have always been an aggressive woman. I like to initiate the sexual activities as much as I possibly can. Give me the docile man any time. Or docile woman, as the tantalizing case may be.

But, I digress. Where was I? Yes, at the receiving end of Mitchell's old worldly charm back of the hand kiss.

It got me hot. Strange, huh? That such a gesture could get me hot. But it showed a certain respect, servility that I demanded. And not just from the servants.

Yes, I loved giving orders to the staff. Especially to the houseboys. You wouldn't think to look at me that I am possessed with a bit of the bitch. I know I look like a nice girl, but I do love bossing those guys around.

I really do.

And I certainly was looking forward to bossing young Mitchell DeLisle around. As soon as possible. Now mind you, I'm only eleven at the time. I had to play my angles very close to the vest.

"Mitchell," I said, staring up at him with these green eyes I'm staring at you with right now, "how would you like to give me some special lessons. Some additional work, perhaps we should call it?"

I wiggled up my nose and stepped off the dais. I sort of paraded in front of him, the way I had seen Mom do when she wanted Dad to follow her upstairs. That was when I was young. About the time of this incident with Mitchell, she had given up on Dad.

So I suppose I should say that that is how she paraded past the chauffeur or the cook or the stable boy whenever she wanted them to follow her upstairs.

"I am young, but I am also anxious to learn. Think you could help me out?"

Mitchell closed his eyes sweetly and took a seat on the divan. I think he knew what I had in mind. He didn't answer for a while. And when he did, it had nothing to do with additional drama studies.

"You are a mature young woman, Bibi," he said, bringing his powerful arm up to rest on the back of the divan seat, "I'll give you that. But you better remember something. I'm a poor schlunk and I'm in your father's employ. You're under-age. Jail bait, it's known as in some circles. I think that includes yours. I would like to...er...how shall I say, initiate you into the delights of nature as I have become personally acquainted with it, but...well, Toots, there's the job to think of. I am a starving actor, and I've got to look out for myself."

I felt my cheeks flush red, then purple, then red, then hot crimson. How dare this little pip talk to me that way?

Hinting that I was a pack of trouble, that he couldn't afford to get involved with me. Doctor, I was outraged. And at eleven years of age, that was something to see to be believed.

How dare he underestimate me like that. Sell me short. Overlook my finer qualities. And two of those qualities were jutting straight out at him. I had prudently neglected to wear a bra that afternoon. And I had developed on me a luscious twin set of tits which have grown considerably larger since then, but they were nothing to sneeze at on that autumn day, I guarantee it.

But this upstart, this nerd of an acting coach was sneezing at them. He was turning down my offer. An offer that I hadn't even made yet.

I really felt like giving it to him, then. I had to restrain myself from socking him in the pearly white teeth at that very moment.

Somehow, being a young lady of good breeding helped, no doubt, I managed to pull myself together, straighten my pinafore, stand up, and sit down squarely on his crotch. As hard as I could sit.

"Jeeeeezus!" he cried, "that fucking well fucking hurts."

"I think it should," I said, picking up a candlestick from off the end table sitting against the divan, "and I'm gonna ram your teeth down your throat with this thing if you don't unzip yourself and show me just where it does hurt."

"You little vixen!" the man said, trying to grab my wrist. I wasn't big, but I was fast. I tried to jerk away. I jumped up, leapt over the back of the divan and raced to the window.

I parted the draperies and ran in. They were huge old velour drapes. Tons and tons of material hanging there. I hid out there a moment, not daring to breath.

Mitchell started hitting the draperies with his hand.

"Get out of there, you little nymphet," he warned, "come on out of there or I'll swipe you out. I'll hit on you till you collapse and I'll drag you out by your feet."

I knew how to get around in that drapery nest pretty well without being spotted by anyone else. I had done it often enough when I was a kid. It was where I went when my mother told me my father was home and it was time to come and kiss him.

He swiped, I tunneled. He hit high, I dived low. Finally, I ran out from behind the draperies when he had his back to where I was standing and leapt up on his back like a monkey, clinging for dear life.

"Good God, you little tart," he said, trying to hit me down off him. I did catch a few blows. But I had also managed to get a hold of one of the drapery ties.

A stout length of cord that held the draperies in place was what I had in my hand just then. I managed to get it around his shoulders, locking his arms down at his sides. I yanked it with all my strength and tied it tightly behind his back.

Then, I used what was left to tie his hands together. Crudely, I admit, but the element of surprise gave me a little edge. Enough of an edge to successfully tie him off good.

There wasn't much he was able to do after that. He could still kick, but that was okay. It made him good and wild. At least for a while.

I knocked him down to the ground and sat down hard on his pants bulge again.

"Oooooffff!" he cried out, "cut that out, you little fuck."

It was the first time anyone called me a little fuck. It got my blood up. Got me boiling hot and tingly, all over. My cunt lips had begun to quiver a bit, possibly more than a bit.

The insides of my legs felt oily and receptive. I wanted something in between those legs. Those legs and those lips.

"I'm gonna take your zipper down," I said, grinning playfully. I figured it wouldn't hurt to act sweet, that way he might not end up hating me in the morning.

"Don't, please," Mitchell begged, "I don't know where this is gonna lead."

"I do," I shot back with a loving little smile.

Who could dislike a kid like me? With that gorgeous, angelic smile, that copper halo of hair. And tits the size of a woman twice my age!

I wasted no more time getting down to business. I fumbled with his zipper. You see, it was the zipper of a man. I had no experience undoing pants zippers and had to be content to bumble along and unleash the metal thing tooth by tooth.

The slow, agonizing time it took to get that zipper down! I could feel Mitchell's hot breath against my hair. It made me hotter. More aggressive.

"Let me have that dick!" I shouted like a cowgirl taming a bronco.

I reached my hands inside his zipper and dug for it. I didn't have far to dig. I hauled that schlong of his out and had a good look at it.

My first cock! What can I say. It was a real thrill. And it made me feel so mean, doing it to him like this. To this day, I don't know if he was truly helpless. He acted like he was. Maybe he just enjoyed acting helpless.

One thing I know for sure. He was truly hard. His dick felt like a loaf of French bread in my hand. But smoother, more succulent. A far superior plaything from any angle.

"Oooooh," I said, seeing the long, tubular shaft in the sunlight coming through the window, "this looks soooooo big!"

I touched the top of his dome and pressed my forefinger into the big slit at the crest. It responded by oozing a little clear juice out and flooding the hole.

I thought that might be something to play with, too. I worked it around his massive round cock dome. I patted it everywhere I went with it. Patted it and massaged it.

Make no mistake about it, Doctor. I was not gentle with it! I was real hungry to explore it, to treat it rough, to make it know who was the boss. But what can we say about a man's cock.

It's its own boss, I'm afraid, no matter how much I wanted to believe that I was in charge. I tried to tame it, whip it into submission, but it just stayed rudely, lewdly rock hard, pressing itself against my exploring hands and fingers.

I wanted more. I wanted to be its mistress. I tried whipping the man with his own dick. Can you believe it? It wasn't even limp and I was trying to hit him with it.

"Take that!" I said to no avail whatsoever. The only person feeling any of the punishment was me. My pussy lips were punishing each other by banging against themselves and creating a tiny rivulet of juice that flowed out and over my clitoris. That clitoris that had grown so big in the last half hour.

"Oh, God," Mitchell moaned, "I can't stand this. I can't."

I don't know even know what it was he couldn't stand. The pain of my trying to whip him with his own dick. The frustration of not being able to lay me right there on the spot. Or the idea that he might be fired in the morning.

I watched his dick with unending interest. It fascinated me. That great long bluish purple vein on the under side of his shaft. That pulsating dick dome. Those round, invitingly plump balls that seemed to have steel balls rolling around inside them whenever I pressed on them.

God the thing made me wet. And that wetness came as a little surprise to me. I hadn't expected it. I thought maybe a few rushes, a little heart leap or two, possibly some nausea. But a wet cunt? That's something I hadn't counted on.

And it was wet. Wringing wet. Sodden. I got an idea that if I slid my hand up and down over his long, pulsating penis shaft, I could work it up to an even harder finish. It had gotten harder just in the few minutes I had been playing with it.

So, that's what I did. I jerked him up. All the way to the top. Then, I circled one finger hard around the rim of his dick head. Then, I gripped him again. Of course, I was having to use two hands, but that was okay. My hands were still smallish. And his dick, in retrospect, was huge.

"Oh, no," Mitchell growled, "no, don't. I can't take it."

And in a few seconds, I had a pretty good idea what he couldn't take.

But just then, I was totally wrapped up in the delightful sensation known as cock pumping. I jerked him up hard again, then I jerked him down.

"Take it," I said, trying to be cruel. That was not easy for an eleven year old to do. But, I felt obligated. After all, I was the one who had tied him up. I was the one who was making him suffer.

And now, I was the one who was jerking his cock pole up and down as fast as both my little hands could fly. Pulling it, yanking it, slamming my fists down onto his pubic bone. Pulling it back up so hard the skin slipped back over his dick dome. And then, thrusting it back down so forcefully, I could feel his teeth gnashing together.

"Fuck that dick," he groaned, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth "Jerk my cock, do it," he let out, his eyes rolling back in his head whenever he lifted the lids enough for me to see in.

That sight got me so hot. I felt as though there had been a little string of Chinese firecrackers in my cunt. That one of them had gone off, igniting the next, and then the next.

I, too, closed my eyes and felt the free fall of ecstasy. I shot a little load of clear come honey out the lips of my cunt. And I gripped the man's massive man cock until I thought the vein would constrict.

But it stayed rock hard. Rock hard and rigidly obedient to my every touch. I loved being in control like this. Ordering that cock around. Making it obey me.

But, just as I thought I was calling the shots, it shot. It shot out a hard, single strand, non-stop spray of hot, steamy come cream.

What a sight! That wide, unbroken arc of jism letting go and pouring out like a waterfall. Pouring out all over my face, my pinafore front, my pussy lips.

I had my first chance to taste the come cream that day. I licked my lips, continuing down my chin, a little up on my nose. I found it completely satisfying. The cream, I mean. It tasted a little tangy. Like dew. Like oatmeal and smelling salts. But delicious. All together delicious.

And so, Doctor, after untying the poor drama coach, I had a look at the man that was my first conquest. Not bad for an eleven year old.

Not that I ever really knew if he was faking, playing at being my victim, or if he truly was dominated by me. In the "larger sense, I suppose it doesn't matter.

But it did matter for me. I got to like being on top.

I found out soon enough that not all men like that. In fact, many don't. Especially when you like to get on top all of the time. Some prefer that you would take a back seat once in a while.

I had my drama recital, I had my debutante party, I got my sports car. And I got sent to

Numbard Girls' School. A posh, unbelievably boring institution of higher learning. Well, I did learn there. I learned about women. That element of life that I had been missing up to that time.

Looking back on it now, I see that I was destined to discover the joys of having sex with women. I had grown to loathe my father in the years since I was a girl. And other men, though they found me alluring in the beginning, often tired of my bossy ways.

They simply didn't want to take me dominating them all the time. And, since that is what I liked to do most, I often found them taking a walk after the third or fourth date.

Not that that bothered me. There were always more men where they came from. And most of them came from a nearby boys' school. A school called Foxdrown. Foxdrown Academy.

Sounds chi-chi, doesn't it? It was. Your father had to be a millionaire before the bursar would look at your application.

Rich boys are spoiled, but they are also a pain in the ass. My dates usually were. They thought hot action meant two Shakespeare plays the same night.

I was into other things. Like dick. But, that was not to be. Most boys at Foxdrown were into finding a suitable young lady to parade around in front of other boys from the same school.

You might say they were into a prestige thing. Which guy could get the most beautiful girl to go to the most fashionable restaurant with him.

I had no trouble getting asked out, as I say. There were plenty of phone calls to my dorm room, but after the third date...fizzle, pop, stop!

That's how it went. We would be making out in the back seat of a car, on the lawn of a professor's house, under the bleachers at a polo game. And I would want to call the shots before they did.

"Can I kiss you?" one of them would ask. A typical one.

"Why don't you let me suck your cock?" I would say back. "I could tie you down with my cinch belt, whip the fuck out of you with my purse strap, and blow you all at the same time."

That made their eyes open a little wider. It also made me Miss Unpopularity of the Foxdrown set. If there was anything the boys at that school wanted, it was a demure ladylike lay.

And that's not what I was about. I mean, look where it had gotten my mother. Into the arms of my father, who was a real pecker wood. And finally, to divorce and heartbreak.

I figured if I called the shots, the guy couldn't rat on me. Couldn't get out of hand. And he certainly wouldn't run back to his frat house and tell on me.

There were other advantages to being a bitch, but I won't go into them. I'll tell you this, at least. One of them was that I had a dorm room all to myself.

Yes, my lily-livered little mouse of a roommate couldn't take my bossiness and she moved out. About the third week of school.

No matter. I loved my new-found freedom. I would stay up till all hours of the night and do all kinds of crazy things. Studying was definitely not one of them.

Sometimes, I would experiment with drugs. Or booze. Or sex. I would play records real low and masturbate to the music. That was fun. Or sometimes, I would practice a little discipline on myself. Like tying my cunt lips together by the hairs. Or binding my nipples so hard they turned purple. I used to use a little leather thong set I picked up in a hobby shop.

Then, I got into dildoes. That was some awakening. Okay, they're limited. There isn't much you can do with them. But there is enough you can do with them!

I did all the things it was possible to do with them. I sat on them, I ate them out, I plugged my ass, I diddled my clit.

I had a good time, too. Alone. Until Edie Moore. Then, although I continued to have a good time, I wasn't alone any more.

Edie lived across the hall. We both kept pretty much to ourselves so I didn't see her at all the first semester. I was playing my radio really loud one night kind of late. I had been smoking a lot of grass, so I didn't have any idea how late it was getting to be, really.

Then, I heard a pounding on my door. It was Edie. I opened it up and looked into the face of a gorgeous honey blonde athletically built girl. Tall, willowy, statuesque. And very, very angry.

"Mind turning that thing down?" she snapped.

"Shit!" I said, "I didn't realize anybody was still awake."

"Well," she said, bracing her gorgeous long arm against the door jamb, "I didn't plan it that way."

I could see under the sheer material of her nightgown that she had a gorgeous set of tits. A lot like mine. Perhaps that is vain of me to say it. I have always heard that women seem to take to other women who remind them of themselves.

Maybe that means it was a vanity trip for me to be attracted to her in that way, but I wasn't thinking of that right then.

I was thinking that I liked her style. She had had the balls to come across the hall and talk to me with her anger showing on her face. Most of the girls in that dorm just didn't like me and proved it by getting out of my way.

I never had met any girls I really had as close friends. But here was Edie-tall, blonde, built, and with a mouth on her to match my own.

"Come in?" I said, not knowing how to proceed, but knowing that I had to. I already didn't have a choice. I was drawn to her.

"What for?" she said, leaning her luscious backside against the door jamb.

"You smoke grass?" I said, holding up an unsmoked joint.

"Naw," she said, "I'm on the girls' basketball team. So, what do I want to go and get my body fucked up for?"

"Sure," I said, feeling like an absolute drip.

"Got any hootch?" she said, winking at me.

"Now you're talking," I said, showing her the way into my little den of sin.

We had a great time that night. I mean one hundred percent grand. I was a loud, rather flamboyant redhead. And she was a soft-spoken blonde. I was a kook. A nut. A misfit. A loon. A drama major. And she was a gentle giant. An athlete. A loner. Reliable. And she was hot for me.

I knew it right from that first night. I had seen it in plenty of men before, so don't think I could miss the signals.

They were all there. The way she watched me walk around the room. The way she eyed me when she held her liquor glass up to her lips. The way she smiled when I said something about how I hated such and such a guy because he was too fucking dumb to find his shoelaces.

She was a man-hater. Or so it would seem. She was not a wealthy girl. Had gotten to Numbard on a basketball scholarship. But we got to be really good friends just the same.

You might say, our spirits were kindred. I know that's old fashioned. But, I guess I am, in a way.

That Edie! She was definitely the most exciting thing that happened to me all year.

Believe me when I tell you about how that night was a gas! We got looped, ya know, Doc, bombed on our butts. We stayed up and giggled and told stories till breakfast call.

I went off to class humming. I couldn't wait to run into her again. Imagine that! I thought to myself as I scurried off to my theatre class. I am looking forward to seeing a woman again.

The same way that I would look forward to seeing a man! That was curious. Curious, yes. But I also got an old familiar vibration down deep between my legs.

That had to signal trouble! After all, I am a young woman. So was Edie! It just wasn't possible that the two of us could get together...uh, sexually. Was it?

I didn't think so then. I thought that I was a typical straight girl. Normal in most ways, except that I liked to boss men around and play the bitch with them. And I knew I wasn't very content. Not about being straight. I loved men! It's just that I couldn't find many to cooperate with me and be my slave.

It is hard to get good help these days! And the men in my life up to then? Well, attractive and dynamic they may have been. But that's what I was. So what did I want a repeat for? I wanted a man who would do as I wanted. Be my willing disciple. Somebody I could beat into submission. Ya know, Doc, have a good time with.

But so far, nothing had materialized. And now, there was Edie. Her of the long, golden breasts with the big amber nipples caressing the tips. And those legs! Well, imagine it, Doctor, she was a first rate basketball player. Her legs would have to be something to be seen.

They were long, tapered, muscular and altogether breathtaking. Her hips were narrow, mine tend to be rounder down there, more curvaceous. But she was so svelte and willowy and nubile. God, I do believe I'm getting hot talking about it just now.

Hope you don't mind that I say what's on my brain. I mean, I've gotten into a lot of trouble for speaking out, but I feel pretty shitty when I hold it in, too.

And that's one of the reasons I decided to tell Edie how I felt about her. I figured she would understand. She had been lusting after me with her eyes the entire night before.

So, I waited with bated breath until she got back to the dorm that night. I made sure I had a good supply of brandy on hand. A good label. That would impress her. Then, I thought, how stupid. This girl isn't impressed by labels. Just come straight out with it. Tell her you'd like to get it on with her.

Well, that sort of went in line with my very aggressive nature. I liked the idea. About midnight, I turned on the record player.

No response. I waited. I had a joint. I had a glass of brandy. I waited. I had another glass of brandy.

Shit! I thought to myself. I don't even know how to get it on with another woman! What the hell am I doing? I began madly searching around for my dildo collection.

I figured I'd need at least an armload of them. I mean, women always used dildoes when they made love to each other, didn't they? Doctor, I have to confess, I honestly didn't know. One o'clock. Still, no Edie. I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I dug under my bed for my back pack. I loaded it down with brandy bottles, sexy nightgowns, a toothbrush. Seven dildoes of various sizes and shapes and positions. A bag of dope. A hairbrush. Some magazines I had picked up from a local drugstore off campus on lesbian love.

I really wanted to be prepared for this one! Can you imagine that, Doctor? I was going to march off that night and have a fling with a backpack! I wasn't even thinking of Edie. I had no idea that we could make it as two human beings. I mean, I thought I had to have all this stuff to prepare me.

Oh, my goodness. Is our time up? And I was just about to get to the good stuff. Will you see me tomorrow? Very well, if you have a cancellation, call me. I'm eager to tell you the rest of the story.

And believe me, if some academicians I know got wind of how this whole thing came out, I could get a certain college professor fired. But that is getting ahead. Just a little teaser for our next visit. Ha!

See you later, Doc. Call me, now, you hear?

INTERVIEW TWO

I did have a cancellation the next day. And I did call her. She came immediately. She had her school books tucked up under her arm and she was grinning broadly.

I had gotten used to her warm personality, her ready wit, and the way she decorated the office wasn't bad either.

She sat down briskly and crossed her legs. Her ankle bracelet jingled as she spoke, and I found myself longing for those carefree college days of my youth.

But, she made them come alive for me.

Where were we? Ah, yes, I know. We were about to embark on a unique sex trip. The world of lesbianism.

Doesn't it just make your spine tingle, Doctor, thinking about all those hot, exotic things women can do to other women? Well, it scared the pants off me that night.

I didn't know where to begin. And that is why, at one thirty in the morning, I stood outside Edie Moore's dorm room with my pack over my shoulders and a hang-dog expression on my face.

I knocked. No response. I opened the door. The place seemed to be empty. I looked around. Nothing. I moved toward the door of her little bathroom. I saw a light shining under the crack at on the floor and I was pretty sure she was in there. I knocked.

"Who is it?" she said with alarm.

"Bibi," I said, trying not to sound like the aroused and incredibly horny bitch I was just then.

"Bibi who?" the voice came back.

"Bibi from across the hall, Wonder Woman," I said, "what is this shit?"

Giggles seeped out under the crack of the door.

I knew she was teasing me and I was bound and determined to make her pay for it.

Without waiting to be invited in, I shoved on the door and found myself in less than a twinkling of an eye, standing in that white tiled room and staring at the long, lean incredibly stacked Edie sitting in her bathtub with her shapely legs thrown up over the rim.

"Mind if I join you?" I said, throwing down my backpack. That was the first smart thing I had done all night. Throwing the pack down, I mean.

"Sure don't," she said, sitting up and winking at me.

Well, Doc, I had played my hand. And she had bought it. That was grand. I could now climb into the tub with her and...and.. .

Again that old black cloud rolled in and hung heavy over my head. I didn't know what to do. And I am a planner, Doctor, as you might have surmised from my first visit. I like to get things down and ordered and then follow through.

This was new, this way of just jumping in and improvising. Oh, well, I'd had some experience improvising in my theatre courses. I would just have to trust in my instinct.

First thing I did was strip. I peeled off my skirt and sweater and bra and panties. One after the other after the other. No ceremony. No teasing words. No warning. I just stripped.

Then, putting one foot in front of the other I hopped in. The warm, soapy water hit my ass hole and cunt slit and made me feel really glad I'd paid the call. And sitting down in the tub like that, facing Edie, I had a spectacular view of those tits of hers.

Slightly longish, sloping, then, sweeping up to an unbelievable high crest with those amber dips of nipple riding the tips! Oooooh, the sweetness of that moment!

I wanted to reach out and wring them in my hot, eager hands. To stick them inside my mouth and suck them till they turned blue. But I restrained myself. I began to babble a little.

"Rub-a-dub-dub," I said, like a stupid idiot.

"Two girls in a tub," Edie shot back without waiting a second.

"And what do you think they be?" I went on, hoping I could continue this charade for a couple more seconds. I was stalling, but I didn't know what else to do.

"Probably lesbians," Edie giggled holding her hand up to her mouth.

I threw my head back and laughed. I also arched my tits as hard out into the room as I could. And sure enough, Doctor, what do you think happened?

They touched hers. Those high, white roundish knockers with the cherry tart tips brushed against her huge golden globes.

The feeling was divine.

My pussy squished in the water. If it had been on dry land, I'm sure my pussy would have clanged, but being as how it was in the tub, it squished.

God, it felt so awfully tingly down there. As if there had been a direct link-up between my tits and my cunt.

I think Edie felt it, too. She lay back in the tub and pulled me down on top of her. And Lord, how we rubbed our tits together then. Pushing, pressing, massaging, and just good old plain rubbing.

My nipples grew rock hard under all that manipulation. Hers did, too. That made pressing them together all the more fun.

"Let me eat your cunt," Edie said, in a way that kind of surprised me. I mean, she was asking, nicely, and I felt like going along with it.

Always before, whenever a man would ask me to do something like that, I would always say no, then come back with an even more outrageous request like, "Could I stick a carrot up your ass?" You know, something like that.

I had always wanted to be in control. But here was this gorgeous, honey blonde girl with two of the hardest knockers in captivity cooing at me to let her eat my cunt and I was practically sitting on her face before even thinking about giving her an answer.

That's what I did, all right. I climbed up and sat my ass right down on her face. God, I must have wrinkled that face with all the pressure I was putting on it.

I straddled her hard and let her tongue find its way inside my eager cunt slit. It stuffed its way up in there and at the same time, delicious thrill that it was, I felt her fingers penetrate my ass hole.

I began jiggling my own tits as the tongue and her fingers probed ever deeper into their twin hideaways.

"Oh, God," I said, feeling the worming, twirling sensation diddle its way up my rectum, up my poop chute.

I'd just never experienced anything that thrilling. Twin dynamite! Triple, if you count what I was doing to my tits. I pinched and snapped them around, tweaking the nipples rudely between my fingers.

Edie sucked like a leech. God, that girl had a tongue that wouldn't stop. It burrowed higher and higher up into my cunt hole. Then, she whirled it out, like a spiral. I almost left my seat and flew through the skylight.

"God damn that feels like lightning striking!" I called down to her, beating my nipples to a purplish hue.

Then, she did a really remarkable thing. She stuck her tongue up real high, then, yanked it out and rammed it hard against my clit. She popped it back inside, whirled it around once, twice, then out again and down hard on my engorged clit.

About four more rounds of that and my eyes rolled back in my head, my jaw sagged, and my spine turned to jelly.

I had never been on such a ride in my life. I felt myself pummel to a cunt-shattering climax. A series of climaxes. Like I had never known before.

And then, the deed done, I squirmed down off her, leaving cunt tracks all down her face and lay on top of her heaving.

"That was fantastic," she whispered in my ear. "But I'm still a little...uh, hot! How about it?"

She didn't need to say too much more. I scrambled around and sat facing her. I shoved her back. Shoved, Doctor, I was in a hurry. I shoved her back so that her head lay against the tub rim. Then, I made her straddle her legs around the back of my neck and hoisted her up onto my crossed legs. The ones I had under me, Indian style.

I could easily lean over and finger her, lick her clit, play with her tits just by reaching up and helping myself. Having her spread out like that, like a Swedish smorgasbord, made me delirious with desire.

I crammed four fingers at once into her open, pulsating cunt. I could see it through the suds. Coming up like a submarine surfacing. There was a halo of adorable blonde fringe all around the hole. Her cunt lips were a soft pink, like the inside of a sea shell.

And those plump, succulent cunt lips. The lips that I was now spreading apart, spreading and invading with my forceful hand. My eager, wringing, driving, pounding hand. I wished I had a cock all of a sudden.

I would really have liked to bang her through the bathtub. But that wasn't possible at the moment. I pounded her with all my heart and the heaviest muscles in my hand.

My pounding made her cunt lips split apart even more, revealing a lovely long pink slippery clit.

I couldn't resist. I bent down and sucked that thing till it chirped. I rolled it around and around inside my mouth, getting it even slicker and oilier. God, it tasted so good.

I could see her a little out of the corner of my eye. She was fingering her nipples and moaning real low. She turned one of her tits up and popped her nipple into her mouth. The sucking noise was deafening, echoing the way it did in that tiled tiny room.

I almost shot off again! Maybe I did. But one thing I know for sure. She did. Land of mercy, did she! Her hips started gyrating around and around, in perfect sync to the pulverizing of my fingers.

Then, she started really humping my whole hand up and down, up and down, down and up, down and up. Faster and faster. Harder and harder.

She was getting off all right. And she was enjoying every second of it.

I heard her moan. A long, low coyote howl type of moan. And I knew she had started to spring her leak. I bent down real low over her clit and sucked that thing up into my mouth as hard as I could.

"Wow!" the girl said as she shot off a nice, milky fluid load of come into my mouth and down my hands. "That's spectacular. You didn't tell me you had made love to a woman before."

"I didn't?" I replied shyly. Perhaps the first thing I ever said shyly in my life.

"No," she retorted, "you didn't."

"Well, Edie," I said, sinking down into the tub at last, "that's something I didn't tell you, because it hasn't happened. Until tonight, that is."

She was shocked, Doctor, really.

But that did not cancel out the fact that she had a rip-roaring tooting and delicious come for all that.

So, how do they say it in the vernacular, the two of us became...lovers. And how! We got it on three and four nights a week and sometimes twice on Sundays.

That was delicious. Our Sunday afternoons just went on non-stop, right from orange juice and the newspaper through last call and lights out.

We figured out more ways to screw than you could shake a stick at. With dildoes, fingers, thumbs, elbows, tongues, hairbrushes, autograph hounds. I am blushing a little just thinking about it, Doctor.

And so it went. I was one wild semester. That's the truth. But, along about spring, when hearts are supposed to be young and gay. Mine was both that spring, I might add, I started to have fantasies.

I don't know what it was.

Maybe it was because I wasn't really gay, or I didn't think I was. I kept thinking about men.

I would pass the tennis courts, watch them serve with those bulges in their white shorts, moving around like a coiled up snake, shifting in its nest.

I would pass the library and see them coming out on the arm of one of the girls from Numbard and there would be more bulges.

Cocks, bulges, dicks, balls, nuts, ass cheeks tucked into tight men's pants. That's all I could think of. It became an obsession with me.

One of my professors especially had begun to press my buttons. Especially that pink, slippery button that used to stick out from between my cunt lips as I sat trying to wiggle my butt around to keep it in place during History of Drama 101 class.

I was a lecture hall. A huge place. I used to sit down front. I was a bright girl, Doctor, so I didn't need to study. But I liked to take notes dining lecture.

I made it a point to sit down front and hike my skirt up real good whenever I did.

Now it gets confusing, Doctor. You see, the girls in the dorm had started to get onto me and Edie. I think it must have been the fact that we slept together, ate together, studied together, spent all our free time together and held hands in public.

"Do you know Bibi and Edie are dykes?" I heard one of the girls say in front of a crowded elevator one morning. I was way in the back and she didn't see me.

Anyway, most of the girls in the dorm gave us a wide berth. Guess they thought being lesbian was contagious.

I didn't mind. I didn't care what most of the snooty little puke heads at Numbard College thought. And I cared a whole lot less that the boys at Foxdrown were passing around the same nasty rumors.

Rumors that just so happened to be true.

But Professor Holtz apparently hadn't been privy to any of that dreadful gossip. He smiled at me often, though quite respectably.

I had dropped the respectable stuff along about January, so this May afternoon, I didn't mind a bit that I was sitting there with my skirt halfway up to my throat and winking at him with very hooded lids.

I know it's crazy, Doctor. Wanting to get it on with a man right in the middle of the most phenomenal affair of my life with a woman, but there I was. Caught in between the two worlds. And feeling pulled both ways, I might add.

I lusted after Edie. She turned me on to a frothy peak of excitation. And, I longed for a man. Especially Professor Holtz.

He was so suave. In that corduroy jacket with those elbow patches. That widow's peak of dusky black salt and pepper hair. And those shoulders. So massively broad and manly looking. I was sure he worked out in a gym or something.

He couldn't have gotten a body on him like that from studying drama history books.

"Professor Holtz," I said, one afternoon after an especially flirtatious hour of note taking and knee bobbing.

"Bibi?" he responded, the picture of politeness.

"I would like you to explain something to me," I said, wondering what the hell I would like to him to explain to me. There wasn't much to understanding drama history, really. I knew most of it before I started Numbard anyway.

"Why certainly," he said, "why don't you come round to my office this afternoon around three, and I'll be glad to."

I smiled a naughty little smile.

"Make that six thirty," he said, the corners of his mouth curving up in a wicked little grin.

I knew I had a worm on the hook at that point, Doc. He was game all right. If he had been at all reluctant, he would have stuck to the original three o'clock rendezvous.

Which he didn't.

So I wandered back to the dorm on a cloud. But when I opened the door, something struck me. It was like a wand out of the blue. What the hell was I doing, I wondered, plotting a secret meeting with my drama professor?

I was having a relationship with Edie. It would be like cheating. A lot like it.

I stumbled into my room and fell across my bed. This was going to demand some real thought. And am I ever good at that. I can think and think and think until nothing ever gets done.

Anyway, I finally figured out a solution. One that I thought was smashing. Only I hoped Edie would go along with it. She was pretty hung up on me now, not that I wasn't on her.

I was. But I was also hot to trot with a man. A dick! Go, what am I saying? It's so queer, because I was also eager to run across the hall, fling the door open and rush to Edie's side. I wanted to stick my fist up her twat. And be banged by a man at the same time. Can you believe it?

Well, Doctor, to skip to the end of my tale, that's exactly what I ended up doing.

First, I had to convince Edie to try it. She was reluctant at first. Then, I stuck my fingers up her pussy. The way I had learned that she liked it. Real high and hard.

"You like the way that feels, don't you?" I said, grinning from ear to ear like a charged up circus clown.

"Wow, do I!" she said, moaning in the back of her throat and thrusting her tits high up in the air. She squirmed in delight and licked her lips as she looked back at me.

"Well, there's more where that came from," I said, with all the sincerity I could muster.

"Where?" she said back dreamily.

"Follow me," I said, "and keep an open mind."

I managed to find Edie's coat and threw it over her shoulders. I propelled her along with me down the hall and toward the elevator that would take us down to the lobby.

But as soon as the doors opened and we piled out, I remembered that I had forgotten something.

I had forgotten to call Professor Holtz and tell him I was bringing a third for bridge !

I ran into the booth and madly dialed information. I got his office number and rang him up, my heart pumping like an oil derrick.

"Professor Holtz?" I said, breathlessly, "how would you like a three-way conference?"

Well, Doctor, after a short chat, during which I not only found out that his preferences could include a threesome, as well as his first name, which was Nigel, I hung the phone up and ran out to collar my adorable blonde lover.

She didn't look too happy for some reason. Seems she got the idea while standing there that I had intended for the two of us to make it with a man. A professor.

That definitely did not sit well with her. She was no man lover. She was a keen competitor of men. Had men friends. But she was definitely a dyke. A lezzie. Not into men no matter how much corduroy they wore, or how much salt and pepper they had in their hair.

I almost gave up on the whole idea when an idea struck me.

Edie was an athlete. She wasn't doing too well in school. She was on a basketball scholarship. She needed the money.

"How would you like to get an 'A' in Drama History ? " I queried.

"I'm not even taking it," she shot back.

"Well," I said, opening the door of the dormitory and shoving her out of it, "there's always next semester."

I guess that was the straw that broke the lesbian's back. She hurried along after me as fast as she could and we both arrived breathless. That is, I was breathless. She was an athlete, and she never got tired out.

As our little threesome session was to prove.

Professor Nigel Holtz couldn't have been sweeter. He seemed to find Edie quite beautiful and interesting. I almost got jealous there for a moment. But, then his eyes found me again and he walked up to turn the lamp down.

The office was pretty quiet. In fact, the whole building was. I think that's why he picked that place. Nobody would ever, ever have guessed that the three of us were in that room, filled with leather-bound books of all description, banging each other into the woodwork!

But, indeed, that is what happened. And to think, I instigated it! I wanted Edie and Professor Holtz together. Golly, I am a greedy little bitch. Horny, too, don't you agree?

Well, the first thing that happened was that Professor Holtz, Nigel, I mean, took off his corduroy jacket. Now I am fond of corduroy, but I found myself even fonder of what was underneath.

A bulging and muscular chest of such mighty proportions I thought he might be wearing a barrel under there! But barrels don't ripple. And he did.

He loosened his tie. I kicked off my shoes. Edie adjusted herself in her seat and asked him if he was accepting new students for next semester.

He unbuttoned his shirt. I took off my blouse. Edie put her feet up on his desk and wanted to know if his class had any pre-requisites.

"Only one in your case," Nigel finally said, after helping me slip out of my skirt.

"Which is?" she asked, looking at him with those huge blue cornflower eyes of hers.

"Join us," he said, "help us celebrate this magical night together."

Well, she was still a little resistant. After all, this was her first man experience. Thank God, I was along.

I'm standing there in my half-slip and my blue push-up bra during this entire conversation. Also, my tongue was hanging out. That Nigel. What a hunk! I supposed that he would be married and all. Most of the really sharp guys are. But I didn't care. I wanted him and I wanted her and I wanted him to be my slave and I wanted her to be my mistress and...Well, I wanted a lot that night, Doctor.

I think that's the problem. I got what I wanted. Did I ever!

I helped Nigel out of his pants. That was exciting. He had the stiffest, biggest bulge under his cotton briefs I have ever seen. It popped out almost unaided from the slit. I had to fight an urge to yank it out like the string of a pull toy and whip him down on top of the desk and jump up and down on him with my cunt open wide.

"Can we get Edie to join us?" the man asked, very hospitably.

"Why don't we get started," I said, trying to take over the show, "then, I think she'll join in.

I peeled my half slip off real seductively. I wiggled my hips to get the elastic down over them. And I gave Nigel his first glimpse of me in my brief, sexy underwear. All blue and very revealing. Like you could see through the panties.

"Ah," he sighed, sitting back in his chair and resting his head back into his hands, "a natural red head!"

"Yeah," I said, "and a natural nympho, too."

I bent over and picked up his pants and got out the belt. The thick cowhide one that I had planned to use on his ass.

Unfortunately, little did I know, that Nigel had exactly the same thing in mind. Only he planned to use my ass.

I fumbled for the belt in his pants loops, only to discover that it was missing. He had already taken it. He was sitting on it, in fact.

"Where's that belt?" I said, almost to myself, but loud enough for him to hear.

"Right here," he replied, slapping that thing down onto the wood floor.

It gave out with a loud snap onto the parquet. And that sound made my teeth vibrate. And my pussy lips.

"Now lie down here and take what's coming to you for being such a naughty girl and trying to seduce your professor."

I felt a hand go around my neck and a rude boot cut up into my butt crevice. The man was shoving me down, laying me flat out across his desk.

"Cut that out," Edie said, trying to stop him.

She was fast, though not particularly strong. Before she was able to stop him, he had taken a good swipe at my butt mounds. And protected as they were, with only the flimsiest layer of nylon, it stung me to the quick.

"Owwwww!" I shrieked, as the belt whip dug into my flesh, "that dont feel like you're fooling."

Edie grabbed the whip away and tossed it into the corner.

"I don't think anybody who calls himself a real man needs that shit," she said, standing up tall next to him. She was an Amazon. He was only an inch or two taller than she and I think he was well over six foot.

That act of his seemed to have been what it took to get Edie active. She really had her anger up at that point. Or maybe she had gotten hot seeing me lying there with that man brandishing his leather belt over my butt.

Either way, Edie was ready to roll. I saw it in her eyes. And I haven't spent nine months fucking her not to recognize it.

She whipped her clothes off fast and fast. She didn't even leave her undies on, like I had.

I will never forget the look on Nigel's face when she finally did arrive. Standing there stark naked with that supple, ample, film star body of hers.

His eyes locked onto her tits and a little smile crossed his face. And, I noticed the bulge his in his briefs had grown larger in the last few minutes. His dick dome was now jutting out of his underwear slit. As though it wanted to join the party, too.

"Take off your underwear," Edie commanded, "or have you got something to be ashamed of?"

Without a word, Nigel pulled his shorts off. I was surprised at what had lay hidden under there. But Edie was dumbfounded.

The biggest, plumpest, thickest, longest most strongly arched dick I had ever seen, and that includes in paintings and cartoons.

Boy, I sure could spot them. Really. I was extremely proud of my ability to pick the winners that night, Doctor.

A succulent big cock. I had a feeling that the night was going to shape up even better than I had planned it would.

But Edie had never seen a cock before. And then, to see this one, this particular one, her first time. Well, it might have thrown her into a little shock.

A shock from which she quickly recovered.

"Loooooook," she said to me, "a real live dildo."

Typical lesbian remark on seeing her first cock. But, I didn't laugh or make fun of her in any way. I just let her admire it.

She sank to her knees and began admiring that big dick of his in earnest. She brought both of her hands up where his balls dangled heavily between his legs and gave them a loving little tweak.

"They're so fleshy," she called, her voice rising with excitation as she plied them around.

"They feel like they've got real steel balls inside!"

Well, I knew that from experience myself, Doctor, but it was awfully nice hearing her talk about it.

She seemed entirely happy to have made that discovery, too. She continued massaging his dick and I thought she might not even get around to finding his cock, but that was just unnecessary anxiety on my part.

She found it all right. With her lips! My Edie! Who ten minutes ago was a genuine man-hater. And now, she was rolling that professor's balls around in her hands and kissing the tip of his prick at the same time.

She was slurping, too. I stared at them and tapped my foot on the wood floor. Neither of them seemed to want to pay me too much attention.

So, I took matters into my own hands. I whipped my bra off and my panties and sort of crawled in between the two of them, squirming my way up there, trying to get a closer look at what I hadn't even had a chance to see for myself yet.

"Wow!" I said, half in shock.

That guy's cock really was a ramrod. And now, I was seeing it real good for the first time. The head was huge and smooth and slightly bullet-shaped at the top. It looked like something I would like to wrap my lips around, but Edie had gotten there first.

That's when I got down on my knees and tried to do the next best thing. Besides watch, I mean.

I felt a little left out, so I stuck my strawberry colored bush right into Edie's face. Okay, so I was blocking her view. And I was cutting off her cock supply.

But, as my cunt touched her nose, I could feel the able professor's huge big throbbing fuck stick flush against my engorged clit.

That was worth being pushy for.

"Suck me," I said to Edie, "come on."

I think she would have liked to ask me to wait a minute, but she did the nice thing. She let me stay there.

I then proceeded to get a little more into position to enjoy the full benefits of what was happening. I stood back a moment, seeing that she was still sucking the tip of the professor's dick.

His long shaft jutted out from her lips and ended up at his pubic bone with those hairy, big balls attached. Well, I straddled it. Yes, I did. Just like it was a saddle on top of a horse.

I threw one let up over his hard, throbbing cock shaft and I spread my lips out and brushed them against that delicious big hunk of man meat.

What an arcane sort of thrill! I could see, because I was riding his shaft facing Edie, the blonde girl suck his cock tip in her mouth. The slurping noises got me so hot my cunt ran with juice and moistened the professor's cock to a slippery finish.

"That's sensational," the man said, bracing his ass against the desk and thrusting his hips up and down to get the full impact of the girl's twisting and sucking lips on his dick head.

I think maybe Edie was a little afraid to take too much of him into her mouth, so she just sucked the head. But she must have been doing a good job, judging from the moans and throes of passion Nigel seemed to be awash in just then.

And the fact that she only sucked and licked and flicked her tongue down on his cock dome made me quite happy. I was riding his shaft, soaking up the delicious friction that moving my flared out cunt lips up and down on it could provide.

The friction was making me run steamy with cunt honey. I almost popped my cork just then. Between watching Edie do her sucking routine. Her first time sucking routine, I might add. And the rubbing from the man's stiff dick!

But at that moment, Nigel suddenly got an idea.

"Anyone care to vary the game a bit?" he called out.

Well, I was game for almost anything at that moment. As long as it included getting me off.

I watched as the man slipped his prick tip out of Edie's wringing wet lips and moved back a little, leaning his backside against the edge of his desk. He helped me slide down his greased pole easily and began to bend me forward down, down onto the palms of my hands.

That was a surprise. But a sweet one. Especially when he grabbed me around the ankles and pulled my legs up to the level of his shoulders.

Which made me somewhat into the shape of a human wheelbarrow. Then, he lowered my legs down, down a bit. And guess what? He lowered my cunt down onto the tip of that now hot and wet cock tip.

"I would love to watch you suck Edie's cunt," he said, very politely. "Perhaps you would both do me the honor of letting me see that."

No problem! Edie spread her legs and sat back onto the floor. She was pretty hot by this time. She began playing with her cunt lips, pulling them open and snapping them shut. I think as much to tease us as to gratify herself.

"Let me aim you so that your head goes down on her," Nigel suggested, adjusting me from his end until my head fell softly into her lap.

Through the curtain of red hair on my head I could make out the delicious outlines of that pussy I so wildly craved.

I didn't waste too much time doing the things she had already done to get that clit of hers puffed up. I simply snaked my tongue down into her wide open pink gash and began pumping it like a pneumatic drill.

That made her squeal and bob up and down with delight. It also gave the professor a fairly good idea of how the two of us operate on each other.

But, that delicious third element. That random factor. That was present in such bountiful supply, that I got turned on from my hairline to my toenails.

Nigel had the rounded thick knob of his dick thrust up inside my runny pussy slit and he was still coming.

And with the size pecker he had, I knew it would take him a while before he got there.

I wrapped my arms around Edie's middle to keep myself from falling all the way into her stretched out cunt hole. And did I ever give her a good reaming out. I touched every little micro-inch of the inside of her twat. I swirled my tongue around, I swabbed her, I licked her, I rammed her.

And she responded by holding onto my nipples and pulling them into her eager hot sucking mouth. The mouth that had just sucked its first cock. What an honor!

Nigel had his dick buried halfway up me and I was sure I couldn't take another inch of it, but he gave it to me anyway. And it felt pretty damned good at that.

The whole long, hard wet shaft was now slithering up inside my hot, twitching box. It gripped that cock as hard as it could. First, in resistance, then in passion.

I felt like the pressed ham of a sandwich. And the two slices of bread were Edie and Nigel. God, Doctor, there is absolutely nothing to beat sucking and fucking. Especially if they're performed at the same time.

"God, you can sure suck cunt," the professor yelled, at the peak of his own arousal. I like to think it had a lot to do with the way my pussy was gripping his fuck pole at the time.

"You sure can fuck cunt," Edie shouted up at him, barely able to make much sense, as she, too, was experiencing a heavy dose of the hots just then.

Now, Nigel was plugging me in earnest. He beat his meat into me again and again. And in one final glorious move, he pulled his hard, wet fuck stick all the way out of my cunt and poised it a moment, diddling it against my cunt lips. Then, he slammed it back down inside me and sent us both into the stratosphere.

I shot my load as I stuffed my whole tongue log up inside Edie's twitching, vibrating red hot pussy. It was nice to be able to monitor the both of them, by being in the middle I mean. I guess it was inevitable that I should come first.

I was the one in the middle, getting it from both ends, you might say. And I was enjoying it to the hilt.

Which is exactly where Nigel's dick was when it sent its spray out the tip of that mighty cock slit.

It came out in spurts of white hot cream that coated my cunt and squirted out the hole to drip down along my pussy mound. It flooded my bush hair and still dripped down, down my legs.

I nibbled so hard at Edie's clit, stuck my tongue so tightly up into her box, I was sure she hadn't long for this world. But she surprised me. She came all right. Came good, too. I could tell, since I was on the giving end of her twat.

"I wanna cock in me," she announced as she threw her head back and let her voice pierce the rafters. "I'm coming and I want a cock inside me. Right now. Huh? What do you say?"

Nigel didn't say anything. But, he was happy to oblige. Not being the shy type, or the type whose dick can't take a little extra stress, he yanked his cock out and the two of us got Edie up onto his desk as fast as we could.

I spread her legs out and helped Nigel stick his still rock hard pecker up inside her.

The look on her face when that thing did get up in there was something to see. She was in seventh heaven. Her eyes got big, bigger, then they popped out huge and in awe.

"That feels good," she said, in an incredible attempt at understatement.

"You said it," Nigel moaned locking his butt muscles together and pumping her hard. Hard enough for her to shoot again.

"I wanna lick your come," Edie said, sitting up at last.

I can't tell you how thrilling it was to see her finally get it, Doctor. But now that she had had it, she wanted to lick the guy's come. Well, he hadn't been able to come just then, having just come a few minutes before.

His pecker was rock hard when he pulled it out of her. I'll give him that. No mean feat, getting it stay like that and pumping two girls in one sitting. But for him to come again, well. I think that would have been just impossible.

Nature does have a few laws.

I shook my head and started to explain a little about the facts of the male anatomy to her when Nigel interrupted.

"Let her lick my cream, Bibi," he said, smiling at me knowingly.

Right then and there, I got what he meant. I climbed on top of Edie's face and stuck my cunt down on her mouth.

"Here it is," I called down, feeling my temperature rising for about the third time in less than twenty minutes, "piping hot!"

Doctor, that girl reamed me clean of the professor's cock load. She sucked every speck of jism out of me and then some. What a sight! What a sound! What a thrill!!

After that night, the three of us met again. I suppose you could say it was bound to happen. We got into so many different positions, sometimes we even got tangled up and had to sort ourselves out before we could even come.

Like pretzels, we were. Eager, hot, pliable and fun. I don't know. The whole thing soon got out of hand.

Edie loved it. Professor Holtz loved it! I loved it. But the janitor who found us in that office late one night fucking our brains out wasn't too impressed.

I got hauled before the girls' dean. Edie lost her basketball scholarship. Professor Holtz was assigned an entire roster of freshman courses.

I eventually ended up getting counseled by the young woman who led me to you. And now, Doctor, I am ready for your analysis. What do you make of me anyway?

CONCLUSION

Bibi's case is not so unique. She simply wants the best of both worlds. The feisty, spirited and feminine love of a woman and the strong, macho, steady hand of a man. I don't believe there is anything wrong with that.

Perhaps that's because I make it a practice never to pass judgments on my patients. I would soon be out of business if I did.

I can't blame Bibi. But just as I do not pass judgments, I reminded her that society does. Threesomes are not held in high regard in this one-to-one marriage -oriented culture of ours.

And, she was awfully young to step outside the mainstream of that culture to indulge in such daring experiments. Threesomes, yes, I condone them. But only in certain cases. She was still too young to know what she was getting into.

I have advised her to seek more traditional outlets of her emotional and sexual needs. And, I am currently counseling her toward that end.

CASE HISTORY THREE

SUBJECT: Nedra N. AGE: Thirty-one

INTERVIEW ONE

Nedra N. trembled when she stepped through my office door. She had been crying, I could see that. I poured her a cup of tea and set about trying to make her relax and forget herself a moment.

We chatted about innocuous things for a while, and then, after I felt I had gained her confidence, I asked her what was troubling her.

Difficult to believe that this woman had so little confidence the first day I saw her. She was a truly beautiful woman. Of the classical variety of beauty. Her hair was long and swept up into a chignon at the back of her head. Her suit was well-tailored, but it failed to hide the definite curves of her voluptuous body.

She could have passed for a sculptor's model. But she was trying to hide that fact, too. She was poised, but she was trying to downplay her assets. She kept her gorgeous long legs together at the knees and her spine very erect.

And at last, she looked at me and began to speak haltingly.

I have never been in an analyst's office, Doctor. I hope I can overcome this feeling of uncertainty and fear I have just now. I'm not sure I should be here, except that I have nowhere else to go.

Sex counselors seem so unthinkable to me. I don't even want to admit, I guess, that I am having a problem with sex. I prefer to think the problem is my husband. Or me. But then, that's like saying the problem is sex, isn't it.

Anyway, I couldn't think of going to one of those sex clinics. Those people are so lurid and public and...well, I think sex is something that ought to be kept private, don't you? Oh dear, look who I'm asking. You're a doctor and people come to open themselves to you. To unburden their problems. That's what I've got to remember. I've simply got to!

Oh, my, excuse me, please. I'm crying again. Well, I've got reason to cry, I think. You see, my husband left me.

There! I said it and now I think I might stop crying a bit. That's what's really bothering me. My dear husband!

He's a veterinarian, Doctor. A very successful one. And so kind. He's very handsome, I might add. We have two children.

We married shortly after I got out of nursing school. I assisted him in his practice, during the early years. Before he got established enough to have his own office.

Now, he even has a hospital. Kennels, assistants, other doctors working under him. He saw a good opportunity when horse racing was made legal in this state. And he has a lot of friends in the business. He's what you might call, well-connected.

Well, I never worried much about his habits. He had none that I could see. No real bad ones, I mean. But he was fond of entertaining.

After our children were born, I was often left to take care of them in our house. We live on the edge of the city, in a beautiful acreage. We have a stable . Lot of very fine horses.

Not that they belong to us. They belong to the race horse owners. But Kyle, that's my husband, he sees that they're properly fed and receive the best medical treatment while they're being trained as race horses.

It's a great environment for kids to grow up in. Living out in the country, well almost the country. Being around horses, jockeys, the outdoors.. .

I always liked it. Even though I felt a little cut off from things. But I had Kyle. At least I did have him. Oh, my, I hope I don't start crying again.

Where did it begin? What went wrong? I truly feel that I am to blame in large measure, Doctor. I'm not...I mean...I wasn't much into sex.

Well, I come from something of a conservative family. My father was also a doctor. Not a veterinarian. But a baby doctor.

I was sent to an all girls' nursing school. And an all girls' preparatory school before that. I have always known I was beautiful. I've had a lot of attention from men in my life.

Interns, medical students, even patients used to always give me the eye. But, that made me a little reluctant, instead of building my confidence. I have always felt just a little inadequate. Hard to describe, but murder to be there.

I don't know how I missed feeling sexy about myself. I caught my roommate masturbating once in nursing school. I had come back from night duty, and I guess she wasn't expecting me.

I didn't knock, seeing as how we shared that room and I had always pretty much come and gone as I liked. What a surprise to open the door that night and see her lying on her bunk bed with a carrot up her pussy.

She didn't even seem to mind that I had caught her in such an uncompromising position!

"Close the door," she whispered, "and come over here and play. It's feels real good. And if you want me to stick it up your pussy, I will."

She had a lot more open attitude about sex than I did, Doctor. I had managed to get through Anatomy class without blushing, but that was all. I just couldn't bring myself to stick anything inside my pussy.

I was fascinated with watching her, though, I have to admit. She had her head propped up on a pillow and she was surrounded by text books. They seemed so out of place on the same bed where she lay with her flimsy little nightie pulled way up over her adorable pubes.

She had opened the neckline of that nightie and one of breasts was protruding up through the slit. It was round and tawny colored. She was a black-haired girl, of some exotic extraction, Spanish or Italian, I think.

Her nipples mesmerized me. They were so darkly red and hard. Almost a wine color. And they looked about as good tasting as wine, too.

The tips of both nipples were so pointy, the covered one jutted into the material of her nightie, leaving a hard indent. The one sticking up caught the light tantalizingly. I wanted to leap over and caress it, but my entire upbringing, my entire being, for that matter, strictly forbade such activity.

Instead, I took a seat and began pulling off my duty uniform. I tried not to even respond to what she was doing. I thought, in that way, I might be giving her a little privacy, even though I was there in the room with her.

But my eyes kept drifting upward, catching her actions. How deliriously happy and sexual she looked with that carrot thrust up inside her tight, pink pussy.

I watched her pussy lips part each time they received that big orange dildo. Her muscles would tense, her pink petals would part, then the orange thing would slide up in there easily, and slide out again. So rhythmic. I'm pretty sure she had done it before, probably with other objects.

She let out a moan each time that shiny thing, now wringing wet with the juices of her body, slithered up inside her. She would twist it around sometimes, then let it corkscrew back out. She barely held onto it. I think she must have been quite practiced at the art of getting herself off.

Her pussy was one talented sucking organ, I saw that for myself.

After a time, I became quite self-conscious. I had been watching her. And I think she knew it. I even think she was courting it just a little bit. In fact, as I look back on it now, I think she actually wanted me to watch her.

Perhaps having me as an audience was turning her on even more.

"You like looking, do you?" she said.

I couldn't believe she was so bold as to speak like that. I was too shy to even respond to that! Some girls just have a knack for acting natural about sex but that's not me. I'm just not built like that. I was drawn to what she was doing, but I was shocked, afraid to let my true desires come through.

All I could do was just shake my head numbly. Like a doll. Because the truth was that I did like watching her.

It made me a little wet up inside my own pussy, seeing her shove that carrot up and down inside her. It was just so awesome. I mean, the way that big, thick vegetable would disappear inside that wet, velvety tunnel. And then, it would emerge again. Like magic.

That scene has haunted me to this day, Doctor. I sat there, gripping my dresser table and watched as this girl got off, plugging herself with that stiff orange phallus.

"Ooooooh," she moaned, rolling her body from side to side, pitching and tossing like a boat on stormy seas.

Then, she moved that thing in and out of her at lightning speed, building up the already wet layer of juice on it to a thick glistening finish. The thing was jutting out and jutting in so fast I could barely see it. Like a speeded up film process it went in and out and in and out.

"Oh, God, I'm getting off on this," she said, quietly, but with a heavy, hot load of breath along with each word she uttered.

My fingernails made little dents in the wood as she shot her load onto that juiced up vegetable.

I don't believe I came that night, Doctor. But I certainly did get my eyes full. My pockets, too, I suppose.

That was the first time anyone had ever done anything sexual in my presence. Thank God, I was in nursing school, and that I managed to find out where babies come from.

So it wasn't until after I met my husband to be that I had another sexual encounter. Can you imagine? A normal, healthy, sexually responsive girl like myself had to wait to have her husband show her how to do it?

Our wedding night was a series of frightening clutches for me. I got scared getting undressed in front of Kyle. Scared to walk across the room with my nightgown on, for fear he'd rip it off and I wouldn't know what to do.

"Come over here," he said, after I had been pacing around the room like a quarter horse with a bad set of nerves.

I was terribly afraid to come near him, but I gathered all my courage up and I walked to where he was lying on the bed in his underwear.

I had never even seen a man in his underwear before. My parents hid everything from me. Even the most rudimentary differences between male and female. I was medically well-prepared for what went down that night between us, but I was emotionally and psychologically not prepared to cope at all.

"Let's lie here together for a minute," he said, "before I get up and get my pajamas on."

Let me cut a story short a moment here to tell you, Doctor, that he never did get his pajamas on.

He grabbed my hands and started kissing them. That melted my exterior pretty quick, I do believe. Then, he put my hands in his lap. I felt the plump, throbbing bushel in his crotch. Something about it excited me, though it scared me, too.

It seemed so wild, so uncontrollable. And yet, so inviting. I let him hold my hands on his man cock. I didn't resist. I had heard a new bride isn't supposed to resist.

Mind you, I never heard that she was supposed to like it, either. But I did. Well, enough, in the beginning.

Kyle left me to explore his huge basket by myself while he went to work on me.

His touch sent a hot wire of excitation down my spine. His hands were well-adept at fondling, though we never spoke of his previous experiences with women.

"I want to touch you, here," he said, moving directly down to the now moist patch between my legs, "and after I touch you there, I'm going to fuck you."

Well, Doctor, that nearly paralyzed me. I had heard the word, of course. I had a precise medical, if not personal, acquaintance with what it involved, but thinking about it as applied to me was especially terrifying.

I just didn't know if I was ready. I don't know if I would ever be ready. We did fuck that night. Kyle was gentle with me until I got the hang of it.

He played with my cunt lips, getting them pliable and wet, huge and plump and ready to spread apart.

Then, he stuck his very talented fingers up inside me and carefully broke my cherry. That was awfully considerate of him, I mean. Not to just thrust his huge dick up inside me until I started to scream and bleed.

The man is not without his considerate side. I did scream a little when he broke my cherry, and I think it was out of fear again, rather than out of pain.

I probably wanted to lose it. Most girls do, and it would have proved enormously cumbersome to our married life.

Oh, dear, you're laughing at me. I am still so naive about sex, or I was, until last year. But I'm getting ahead. That's because I'm so nervous. So very shaky.

Thank you for the tea. Where were we? Oh, yes, my wedding night. I got my first real feel of cock there on that bed in that hotel suite that night. Kyle had to get up on all fours and spread my legs out and wrap them around his neck to achieve a good penetration.

I didn't mind, though it made me feel a little shy to reveal all of myself to him like that. I probably blushed a little, and I know I found it difficult looking him straight in the eye.

I hugged him tightly around the head with my knees. He told me to arch my back a little so my pussy would be on a better angle for him to insert his cock into. Mind you, Doctor, I hadn't really touched his cock up to that point.

I had patted it through his cotton briefs, and I loved the way it felt lying there. But I hadn't fondled it the way he had fondled me. I was still too shy to do that.

But now, horny as the maid of the devil herself, I lay there on that bed with my legs thrown toward heaven and wishing to God the man wouldn't hurt me. Because his cock did hurt me. It's just awfully big. And my hole was so terribly small at that time. Not at all ready to get such a thick, long hard thing as his cock thrust up into it.

In time, he promised me it would stretch and the sensation would grow more pleasant after a while.

I hoped it would be true, but that night, all I really felt was pain. But something under the pain gave me the hope that it would get better.

So I wrapped my legs around his head and dug my hips into the bed. I bounced my whole body up and down and felt his thick cock stick butting up inside me. I think it must have been a little bit difficult for him, too. My pussy was wringing his dick out, pressing against its every pore, writhing and gripping a hold of it.

It's a wonder he didn't have marks on it when he finally did bring it out. But that's about the time he shot his come load into me.

For a virgin, that was quite a shock. I knew men did it, yes, but I had no idea how it would actually feel. Like a hot blizzard swirling around inside, that's how it felt.

I felt as though I were caught inside a snow storm of high intensity and unbelievable heat. A science fiction snow storm. Right inside my writhing wet pussy tunnel.

Whew! What a night. He humped me hard as he shot his cock load and I took it all up inside me. I tried to be very brave about it, you know. Afterwards.

I even tried to act as though I loved it, every second of it. Though, that was not entirely the case. I did come. I mean, later. Not that night.

Our sex life left something to be desired I suppose. Though I know Kyle found me attractive. He would pinch my ass whenever I walked past him and nobody was looking. He would giggle and say suggestive things into my ear, even in front of company, or when Mom came over.

"Let's sit in back and fuck," he said, one morning, after church. Mom was driving us both home, our car being in the garage that day, and Kyle was all of a sudden feeling very amorous.

"No," I said to him, " let's not. What would Mom think?"

"Probably that we were two happy, healthy young people, very hot for each other."

And so it went. He was proud of me. Loved to have me wear very daring and low cut things in front of company, on trips, even in front of total strangers.

I am an attractive woman, Doctor, I know it. But I wasn't the sort for that kind of exposure. I didn't mind showing my body off to my husband behind closed doors, well, perhaps a little bit I minded. But I certainly would have no part of showing my body off in public.

I think that's how the real trouble started. Kyle kept trying to talk about sex, about my body, about intimate things in front of other people. I just didn't like it when he did that. It made me uneasy.

Then, he started to change. After the birth of our second son, five years ago, he got hooked up with these race horse people. They needed a veterinarian, and he filled the bill.

They are a fast crowd, Doctor. They're wealthy, fun-loving, sportsmen, and they like to talk about sex. They like to do it, too. But they also like to talk about it.

I had come out of my shell a bit, I was starting to be more relaxed, even wore a couple of low-cut gowns when we went out with the big guys. Ones that showed the tops of my huge white tit mounds.

Kyle loved it. He would stare at my breasts, pointing them out to other men, just in case they missed them. And he would talk about sex in front of me, too. Joking about how he could hardly wait to get me home after such and such a party or dinner or trip and fuck the daylights out of me.

Inevitably, other men started looking at me, too. I think they were wondering if I was really as good as Kyle had hinted that I was. And, he acted so happy with me, I think, too, that they couldn't help but be impressed by my presence.

But I wasn't like that, Doctor! I had gotten over a little of my initial shyness, yes. But I wasn't a tart. Our sex life was, if anything, predictable, just this side of dreary.

And I think it missed being dreary only because we loved each other and we were determined to make it work.

OH! I see. I didn't realize the time was up. Oh, my, I'm afraid I'm crying again. I am so sensitive. And then, now that Kyle is gone.. .

Yes, yes, Doctor. Next week. I'll be here. Same time, yes. Sorry. Oh, dear. I really must go? Yes, I'll be here. I promise.

INTERVIEW TWO

Nedra came into my office the second time almost the same way she had come the first. Shyly, a little trembling, and very, anxious.

Again, I fixed her some tea and added a little shot of brandy to it, to make her words flow out more easily. I don't normally approve of such fare, but this was a special case. The girl was clearly addled. And I wanted to make her loosen up a bit.

Again, I was struck by that stunning figure of hers. If her husband had been bragging on her to his friends, I could certainly see why. She was a tempting morsel, and I suppose that from that, I had already begun to deduce how her tale would come out. I was partially right.

Well, Doctor, Kyle was changing. There is no doubt about that. He began to hang around more and more with his buddies from the racing world.

He even had begun to spend nights away from the house without me. That didn't particularly thrill me, but I had begun to grow a bit weary of the crowd. That bunch!

I feel that the wives were crude, and the husbands were downright filthy. I know I shouldn't be acting the proper princess, especially in light of what's happened, but they did put me off. I got so I liked to stay home.

Began enjoying my own company more and more. Inevitably, I began to amuse myself sexually. After the children had gone to bed, I would find a suitable dildo from any number of things in the house, and plug my pussy with it.

Often, to a gut-wrenching, pussy-spinning climax, I might add. Isn't it ironic? I mean, after that scene with my old roommate? Her doing it, my being too shy even to participate or ask questions or even comment.

And now, me. Spending my lonely nights sticking cucumbers up my cunt, my ass, down my mouth. I do hope you won't think me crude, Doctor, talking like that. So frankly. I am from a good home, despite what I talk like.

Oh, dear, I hope I'm not going to cry again! Damn it! I can't help it once those old tears start to flow. And thinking about Kyle. He hasn't come back to me yet. I am lonely. So lonely.

To sum this last year in a nutshell would be to go over many, many changes.

Kyle started to resent me. He didn't like the fact that I found his friends boorish, ill-mannered, uncouth.

"Not good enough for you, huh?" he said, slamming his fist down on the kitchen table and glaring at me hotly.

"It's not that," I'd try to console him, "but I don't see why I should spend time with them when there are things I'd rather be doing."

"You find our sex rife dull, don't you?" he'd say. "You don't think I'm any good."

Now that was ironic, Doctor, because I would have thought it would be the other way around. I would have thought he would find me dull. Find that our sex life together lacked something because I was holding back.

But he seemed to feel that he was the cause of it. I think the cause of it was his new friends, all that money that he could so easily get his hands on. He barely had to work for it anymore. He spent most of his time riding, or betting on them, or drinking with his cronies.

There was a groom at the stables. A big strapping Scandanavian guy. A young man, perhaps in his early twenties, maybe younger. Kyle was ten years older than me when we got married, so that would make Olaf about twenty years younger than him.

I never had too much to say to Olaf. I'd see him trotting one of the horses, or I'd watch him doing his chores out at the stable. We hardly said two or three words to each other in the two and a half years he had been there.

But somehow or rather, my husband got the idea I was sweet on him. Honestly, Doctor, I'd never even masturbated while thinking of him. He was just a big, husky tree of a guy. A Nordic rooster. What did he mean to me?

Kyle had other ideas. Sometimes, the two of them drank together. Kind of on the sly. Olaf wasn't supposed to drink when he was working. I think the two of them must have gone out somewhere after a race and had a few.

I don't know what Kyle said to him that night, but I can guess. He must have told him that I thought he was attractive or even that I had the hots for him.

Because whenever I saw him afterwards, he would smile, walk all the way across the stable to talk to me, or even sometimes, brush me on the arm or across my rear end.

I didn't know what was going on. But I got scared. Olaf had a room over the stables. A small apartment, actually.

One night, Kyle and I had a big row. A real fight. Thank God the children were asleep. And also I am grateful that most of the fight took place in the driveway.

Kyle had been drinking and he had just driven home. He pulled the car into the garage and began leaning on the horn. I was upstairs, over the driveway of the house, lying in bed.

I heard that racket and came running out of the house with just a light robe thrown over my nightgown.

"Come on out and have a little drink with the boys," he said, eyeing me drunkenly. I knew he was drunk by the way he slurred his speech. He was only half in the bag at that point, but he was headed all the way home. And unless I did something to stop him, I was afraid he might hurt himself.

"Why don't we go into the house?" I urged, "come on, Kyle, I'll fix you something to eat."

"Don't want to eat," he barked, pulling my hair rudely. "Wanna fuck. Everybody wants to fuck, except you."

"Please keep your voice down," I said, "I don't want you wake up the.. . "

He cut me off by shouting, "How come you don't wanna fuck me. It's cause I'm a lousy lay, isn't it?"

"No," I told him, "you're a terrific lover. Now come on in the house. We'll talk about it there, not out here, please."

"Guess maybe you need a new partner, huh?" he said, leering at me and trying to grab my breasts, "a brand new partner. Or have you already found one?"

When he said that, he gestured with his head over to the stables. Where Olaf stayed.

That made my blood run cold. I knew he thought I was playing around with the man. Though, honestly, Doctor, I hadn't been. I had been abjectly faithful to my husband. I thought it should be that way, and I had determined to make it that way.

That's when Kyle grabbed me. He reached his hand out and pulled my robe lapel wide open. The night wind blew at my gown and made my pussy shiver and my nipples go rigid.

I tried to pull his hand from me. To make him stop trying to grab me and pull me to him, to calm him down, but I only succeeded in getting him even more worked up.

I heard my robe rip and knew he had pulled one of the front panels half off. That left my right breast almost exposed for I was wearing a very sheer nightie.

I pushed him to get him to go back. He staggered back and tripped over one of the stones in the driveway. He pitched back, as his knees buckled under him and I heard his head strike the pavement. He passed out.

I didn't know what had happened. I ran to him. I shook him and hollered his name as loud as I could. Nothing.

I was desperate. There was no one else in the house except the children. There was no one else on the grounds that night except Olaf. I left my husband where he lay and headed off toward the stables as fast as I could run in slippers.

I kicked those off and picked up my speed. I got to the downstairs door of Olaf's apartment. I had never even been inside there before. I rang the bell and heard a buzzer that automatically opened it.

I pushed it open hard and ran up the flight of stairs leading to his place.

He greeted me with a warm smile that soon vanished when he saw the look on my face. He was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around him.

He must have just stepped out of the shower. The scent of men's after shave was heavy in the air.

I must have looked really desperate. Olaf only had to take one look at me before he asked me what was wrong.

"It's my husband," I said, gripping the torn shreds of my robe together, trying to hide my body from him. "He's had an accident."

The man seemed slightly taken aback, but unmoved for all that. He came over to me, reached his arm around me, brought his face close to mine.

"Something I can do for you, then?" he said in a very friendly tone of voice.

That really stiffened me. It crossed my mind that he might think I was making fun of the situation. Or that it was a ruse to get in to see him. Maybe he thought I was making the whole thing up.

"It's not me, Olaf," I said, the urgency sounding in my voice, "it's my husband."

"Yes," Olaf said, calmly sitting down and putting his long, muscular legs on the coffee table.

"He's had a fall," I shouted.

"Yes," he said, almost philosophically, "drunks will tend to fall down occasionally. I don't suppose there's too much we can do for him. But here we are together. Maybe there's something we can do for us."

Then he grabbed me and rudely pulled me down to the sofa. He planted a huge, wet kiss on my mouth and stuck his tongue between my lips. It had the force of a ratchet screwdriver that tongue. It bored into my mouth, penetrated my throat.

I have to tell you, Doctor, that it had been a long time since a man had kissed me like that. I felt my anger mellow, felt it turn slowly into a flame. And I felt my knees turn to jelly.

The man arm wrestled me into a firm embrace. I locked my body into his, twisting and writhing in his arms.

I feel so awful having to admit this, what with my husband lying out there with his head cut in the driveway. But I knew that I had stopped thinking about him a few minutes ago.

Probably when Olaf walked out into the room. The man is build like a blonde Hercules. I couldn't help myself. I ached to have someone hold me and treat me like a woman. This delicious Viking was doing just that.

"Please," I said to him, "don't.. . "

My words fell off as he lunged at me and slipped my robe off my shoulders. It didn't take him long to get me out of my nightgown either. And he was out of that towel before I could blink.

The whole thing happened so fast up to tnat point, I really don't remember many of the particulars. Except that the man was hung like a prize bull. I blush to think about it now. What shame I go through every time I relive this incident. Only problem is, I can't STOP reliving it.

He didn't waste much time getting down to brass tacks, as they say. He pulled my legs open and brought the full impact of his weight down on my slight frame.

He thrust his chest up hard against my nipples and began moving them around and around just by pressing his chest against me. That had me hot right away. I suppose the rest of the time, I was pretty much putty in his hands.

"I've been waiting a long time for this," he said, grinning a boyish smile that really captivated me. "I want you to sit on top of me, so I can enjoy you and watch you at the same time."

Well, my husband hadn't said anything that romantic to me for ages. I bought his request immediately.

He swung me up and I began sucking his cock. That was quite an experience. I hadn't had anyone else's cock in my mouth except my husband's for a long time.

I was, therefore, unused to taking directions. But, Olaf seemed to know what he wanted in that department. He asked me just to press my lips against his cock meat at first. So he could feel me there and get used to me, he said.

I did as he bade. His cock felt like a baseball bat. A warm, glowing velvety baseball bat with one vibrating vein on the underside. I slipped my lips around that dome as best I could, considering how enormous it was. I pushed his foreskin gently back with my mouth and felt myself grow hot and wet between my legs as I did so.

"Take it down your mouth," he requested. I could feel his hands at the back of my neck. I think they were there in case I got any feelings of recrimination.

At one point I did, and Olaf shoved me down on his thick stick again. That actually had the effect of getting me more into what I was doing.

Knowing that if I balked, he would shove my head down on his dick made me hotter than I had ever been...hotter than I had ever been with Kyle, and that was the only man I had known up until that night.

I got up high on my hands, spreading my knees out to straddle his pelvis, helping me to get that cock further down my throat. I was eager to suck every inch of him. To ram him into me and shove out all the pain and anxiety that had been building up for so long.

The tears filled my eyes as that huge dick stick ran up into my mouth and plugged it full. So full I could barely breathe. I must have been swallowing his member to the hilt. His massive meaty balls bounced against my lips, telling me that I was about as far down on his cock as I could get.

"Suck that cock!" the blonde giant shouted, humping his hips up for me to get an even better mouthful.

I had to twist my head down and around a bit to gobble him down, and that took up most of my attention.

Enough of it so that I didn't notice that someone else had come in the room. I don't have to tell you who, do I, Doctor.

It was Kyle. He had managed to haul himself up and stagger over to the door. The door to Olaf's apartment over the stable. I must have left it open in my haste to get upstairs. Perhaps he even had a key. I don't know.

But I know he had a gun. We kept a few around the stable. Mostly for show. Some for hunting or warding off intruders.

The first thing I heard was the sound of a shot being fired. He had aimed that rifle overhead and plugged a hole in God knows what.

I bobbed up off Olaf's cock like a gymnast off a trampoline. I had no idea what it was then.

I turned around, and Kyle was standing there with that tiling on his shoulder, aiming it at me.

"Kyle.. . " I said, wiping the delicious runny pre-cum juice and my own juices of arousal off my mouth.

"Shut up, Nedra," he intervened, "I don't think you're gonna be able to talk too good anyway with a mouth full of semen."

The look on his face was black and evil. His hair was hanging down over his eyes. I was terrified. Here I was, obviously sucking another man's cock. A man I had never had anything physical to do with before that night. And now my husband was standing there enraged and pointing a gun at me.

I figured he was just going to blow me away. Perhaps blow both of us away. That would be what I deserved, I suppose. Doctor, I almost wish he had blown us both away. The revenge he had in mind was so painful, so humiliating, and, though I hate to say it, probably justified.

"So, you finally found something you like, Bitch," he said, his eyes fueled with bitterness and anger. "I don't want to keep you from it."

"Your wife came here to.. . "

Another gun shot pierced the quiet of the place.

"That will do, Swedish stud," my husband shorted.

I felt like I wanted to run somewhere and hide. Jump out the nearest window and come crashing dead to the ground. The blood was still trickling down my husband's forehead. I was worried for him, too. He kept wobbling on his feet, unsteadily.

"Now, I want you two to get back into position," he said, knowing full well he had the upper hand and sounding very grandiose about it. "Back to doing what you seemed to love."

I opened my mouth to protest, but he aimed the gun at my face and that stopped me. I couldn't argue with him. And though what had happened didn't put me in the mood, I have to say that I knew I was going to have to do it. I tried my best to relax.

Now you wouldn't think a man could keep his erection in those circumstances, would you? But this Olaf guy, he was some stud. I know that now. He kept his cock up to a respectable angle the whole time my husband was in the room.

And once I kneeled down and stuck it back inside my wet mouth, it got harder instantly. I could barely believe it.

By now, that huge dick of his had begun to feel almost natural inside my mouth. But what did not feel natural was to have the barrel of a gun pointed at my head while I was sucking.

Between Olaf's big fuck stick and my husband's gun muzzle, I felt like I was wedged in between two weapons. Little did I know that it would get worse before it got better.

I was so petrified. I didn't dare do other than my husband told me. The whole time he kept hurling insults at me.

"You like big strange dick, don't ya?"

"Suck that Swede cock, Bitch," he snarled.

"You're gonna do exactly as I say, Nedra, you lousy cunt."

He was seething with anger! Full up with it till it was poisoning him. And he was hot! I could tell that by the way his voice sounded. Aroused. That's what he was!

I could feel Olaf moaning under me, as I sat there, straddling him and sucking him as hard as I could. I swear, I was almost doing it to distract myself from the awful pain and misery of having my husband force me into it.

"Now you're gonna get what you really want," he said, shifting the rifle to one hand. "A double whammy!"

I had no idea what he meant. That is, I didn't until I felt...oh, dear, it's hard for me to say this. I felt his cock head press against my backside.

I must have given a little start. Jumped up, bounced my hips hard, because that rude dick tip just kept banging against me, working its way ever more toward my...excuse me, Doctor. Toward my anus!

Kyle was working his hard cock head very roughly, stuffing it inside my unwilling pink sphincter. I felt it brush down my ass crevice. I felt it penetrate the puckered hole. I felt the agonizing pain of being stick pinned into place by a huge nail. The nail that was pounding itself into my ass!

Olaf must have liked being on the receiving end. I don't know how he could have, considering that my husband was still holding a gun, but he must have. He thudded his prick so far down into my mouth, my tonsils jiggled. He wormed his thick cock pole around and up and down. He was excited. I could feel that from the thickness of his dick.

That thing was getting hard enough to pound meat with. And just when I thought I could no longer bear the pain jutting up my ass hole, spreading my butt cheeks apart, like two halves of an apple, I felt the man go off inside my mouth.

His big balls had tightened up to rock hard texture. I could feel them insisting themselves against my lips. Then, I felt a spurt. A light one at first, but it grew in no time into a torrent of white hot rain. It washed down my throat, engulfing my tongue, my teeth, my tears.

"Oh, God!" the Swedish fucker shouted at the top of his lungs.

You would think he would have cared a little bit that someone was there, like my husband, with a gun in his hand. That maybe that would have made it impossible for him to get off, but not at all.

He shot like a hole in a dike. I was flooded with sea water. Creamy, succulent sweet, thickly hot sea water. I swallowed it all before I could even think rationally.

He shoved my mouth off his dick and sat there a moment panting. I tried to fight him off, to beat him off with my hands, but I was being plugged so hard from behind, I was losing strength fast. The pain was unbelievable. My virgin ass could not stand all the pressure.

I let out a scream. That seemed to turn Olaf on even more. His dick rose up like a Phoenix bird and flew into my cunt. He burrowed that dick of his up high into my startled little pussy slit.

I have never known such pain as I knew that night, Doctor. Having two men, two wild animals, actually, plowing my twin holes with their huge hoes.

God, that was frightening. I thought I might die right there, pressed ham in a tight, hot punishing little sandwich! Perhaps I would black out, die of pain, asphyxiation. I didn't know."

"Owwwwwwww!! ! ! "I let out as Olaf tunneled into me. My cunt was wet enough to take him.

He was holding his cock meat hard in his hand and working it inside me without stopping for a moment. My husband' prick was doing equal duty from behind. It had penetrated far inside me and I could feel his enormous and heavily-hard balls banging against my butt crack.

I felt the sensation of drowning, of passing out, of dying. I didn't know what was happening. But I was aware that I was coming. Having the deepest, hottest, most paralyzing orgasm of my life.

"Oh, help me!! ! ! ! " I yelled to the rafters as I sat up a little, clinching Olaf's hard dick inside my pussy and squeezing my sphincter muscles to arrest my husband's big dick on the spot.

Between those two enormous fuck poles, I shot off load after load of terrorized, agonized come.

The spunk that my husband shot off into my ass hole had a peculiar, lulling and warm sensation. As though it were trying to blanket the pain.

But it didn't quite do it completely. Having him yank himself out so rudely was horrifying. Horrifying and gut-wrenchingly painful.

"Stop, stop," I cried, "don't you care anything about me at all?"

I'm still not sure who I was talking to. Perhaps both of them. I was at my wit's end. And the end of my rope. I felt Olaf squirt me again. This time, in buckets.

My pussy flowed out white and hot and creamy with new come. And then, the most awful, humiliating thing in the world, Doctor.

Someone, I don't know which of them, was pushing my head down, down onto my pubis.

Eat it," one of them shouted, rudely into my ear.

"Eat that come and like it."

"Let me see your tongue lap that up, Bitch!"

"Hungry Cunt, eat that come."

I think now that it was both their voices. I don't know. But I was forced to lick that come off myself. Out of both of my holes. I was pushed down so rudely, I thought my spine would break.

Imagine eating two men's come loads simultaneously. It was sheer hell, Doctor. The degradation of it beggers all description.

The next thing I know, I passed out. Perhaps one of them hit me in the chops, I can't say. But I woke up hours later. The sun was pouring through the window and someone had thrown a blanket on me.

Of course, Kyle refused to let me back into the house. He wouldn't speak to me. Finally, when I did get back in, he had gone.

Taken all his clothes, his possessions, and split.

Olaf left, too.

Did they go away together, Doctor? Did they plan this little episode out between them? Was I the victim of a cruel joke? Or my own misfortune and lust?

CONCLUSION

This young woman is in a sad state of affairs. Bereft of her husband, and any claims to former dignity.

I don't believe she was a victim of her own lust. She was a normal female, who wanted to make her husband happy. Perhaps he was the real victim here. A victim of playing out of his league. Mixing with wealthy men of power and influence whom he only served, as he floundered desperately in trying to keep up with them in spending money, drinking, and lifestyles.

This story ends in a threesome, all right. But it is not the consenting adults kind of threesome that I condone.

Nedra was badly abused. I will see to it that she had the counseling she needs to gain her self-respect back. She will need it in facing her husband again. I doubt that the marriage can be saved at this point, but I believe that she can.

First things first.

CASE HISTORY FOUR

SUBJECT: Irene M. AGE: Twenty-four

INTERVIEW ONE

Irene M. had heard, through a friend, that I was in search of people who might shed a little light on the ever-intriguing question of threesome sex. She strolled into my office like a stripper walks down a runway. Which I found out later was not surprising, since that turned out to be her vocation.

She had an ample and voluptuous figure, suitable to the craft of disrobing for a living. And she dressed as though she were going to go out on stage any moment.

In figure-clinging jumpsuit, with her zipper pulled down far enough for all to see the enormous breasts she had on display. And outrageously high stacked heels. She seemed larger than life, looking back on her now. A cartoon of a woman. Gigantic, overly-endowed, and garrulous. In fact, she talked a blue streak.

I only saw her once, but she was memorable, nonetheless.

So...you're the sex doctor. Huh? Okay, psychiatrist. Doing sexual research? That's funny. I mean, isn't everybody?

I know I am. And the men who pay at the door six nights a week to see me take it off are sex researchers, too.

You bet. They want to know a lot. Like how long it takes me to peel off my size D double barrel bra. How many times I shake my hips to worm out of my G string. And how in the world I can squat down on the stage and pick up tens and twenties with my cunt lips.

Ha! That's an old stripper trick. One I learned from a professional. I, too, am a professional, but there's nothing like the old gals to learn from, know what I mean?

After all, they should know, right?

Now, I started out as a stripper when I was a kid. A real little girl, really. Only thirteen. I used to work an act with my aunt, who was also a stripper.

I would hold her clothes, stick my tits out at curtain time. Ya know, just to earn a little extra spending money.

Now, stripping for a living is a noble profession. After all, I'm doing a service, ever think of it that way?

I'm providing men with the opportunity to see a hot, sexy big beautiful dame like myself in action. They don't call me Irene, the 'It' Girl, for nothing. I've got what it takes to turn men on like crazy, a whole audience full of them.

I know how to tease. That's pretty important in my field of endeavor. I guess teasing is really the name of the game up there on that runway.

When those guys holler, "Take it off!!!!", ya know, what they really want is for me to take it off artistically. Like their wives won't do. That's why get paid. I get paid for what most women do every night, only I do it better. Undressing for sex is an art form, dig it?

Well, Doc, unfortunately, though I am an expert at what I do, I don't get paid as much as I'd like. I mean, what with driving a big, imagine car around, like I like, living in a very expensive apartment, and buying a lot of costumes and clothes, I go through a few hundred bills a week at least. And that's about all I get paid.

So, I supplement my income. And how do I do it? By getting my customers to bring their wives to the strip show. I know that's a crazy angle. But let me tell you how I work it.

I gotta guy who really likes my act. He throws a little extra cash on the stage, maybe with a note attached to it with his name and number on it.

Or maybe he tries to see me after the act. He sends some money backstage, with a little request that we get together for a drink.

I encourage it. Like I said, I need the extra dough. And I have very few inhibitions. Dancing naked under spotlights six nights a week for two hundred paying customers will tend to do that.

Anyway, I get this guy out. Some really nice place, with low lights, a lot of privacy. The kind of place he's willing to take me can give me a pretty good idea of how much money he's got. I always bring up the wife. I ask him if he's married.

Most of them are very shy about telling me. But I coax them. I stick my tits out real far. I always wear stuff that reveals all my better assets. Other sets of assets, ya might say. Ha!

Anyway, they finally come clean. They tell me they've got a wife. Then, I lean over and offer a little suggestion.

"Why don't the three of us get together sometime?"

That usually shocks them a bit. They can't believe I'd say it. But, I am not afraid to bring up the subject of three-way sex. Ever.

Ya see, I like it. I mean, that's the way a girl can have the best of both worlds. And in my case, I get paid for it. Plenty.

A man is always willing to pay more for a hooker if his wife is included, ain't that a kick? They always seem to think that I earn more money just by having to tolerate their wives. And that really gets me, because I love it. I mean, I dig women. I always have. I like men, too, don't get me wrong. I'm no dyke. And, showing a woman how to tease her husband in front of her husband, well...there are few thrills to match that one.

Last week, I think it was last week, maybe it was two weeks ago, I met this very nice man backstage. He was dressed in a tailored suit, and I saw a wedding ring on his finger.

I went out with him. He was a real gentleman, and a little shy. He kept looking at me all night like I was a ham sandwich and he hadn't eaten all day. I knew I had a live one.

"You're so beautiful," he said, brushing his arm against mine. "I wonder if you'd consider going out with me sometime. It would be my pleasure."

"Fine," I told him, "you married?"

That's when he started to tense up. Married guys just don't like to be asked. Especially when they're out with a five foot eight inch stripper built like a brick shit house. And trying to make a little time with her to boot.

Now, I don't know why he tried to deny it at first, but he did. Here he was, wearing a wedding ring and all, and he tried to deny he was married. I had a good laugh at that. Then, I broke the ice.

"I hope you're married," I said, "because I would really like to meet your wife."

He didn't catch on right away. He was from a very exclusive suburb, and I don't know if he'd ever been in a three-way up till then. But after I explained a few of the facts of life to him, he got warmed up to the idea.

"You mean, you want to meet Helen?" he kept saying, shaking his head. "I can't believe it. She's a pretty simple girl. Not much into experimenting with sex."

"Is she beautiful?" I said, digging a piece of lime out of my drink.

"Oh, yes," he said, "she's a knockout. But she's so shy."

The guy was shocked, it was obvious. But I explained a little bit more how I work. After all, I'm all for happy marriages. And families.

That sort of thing is definitely not for me, but I dig it whenever other people do it.

And this was a nice guy. I liked him. I wanted to see that his marriage worked out. Known him fifteen minutes and I'd already acquired a personal stake in seeing that it worked out.

I'm a real humanitarian, huh, Doc? Actually, I could hardly wait to see his wife. I really had a personal stake in her.

So, I laid down my prices to him. Lessons in love don't come cheap. And when there's two of them, it can run a little steeper. But the guy had money, so there was no problem.

We arranged for me to be driven up to his home in Caliban, Connecticut the very next night. It so happened to be my night off.

Now, on my nights off there's nothing I like better than to suck cunt, eat cock, get fucked and played with all at the same time by a lovely suburban couple. This kind of extra work also helps bring home the bacon. And the minks, in my case.

My pussy quivered as the car pulled into the driveway. I don't know what that man had told his wife, but she was very shy when she first met me. Shy and gorgeous.

Now, here's the funny thing about three ways that I want to tell you right now, Doctor.

Most women who get involved in them, with their husbands, are very shy in the beginning. But once they open up to the idea, get into it a bit, they often get wildly turned on. And the results are very fun to watch. And hot to get involved with.

This was the case with this couple. The man was named Arnie, and the woman was named Helen, as I mentioned. She was a shapely, tiny young woman. I'd say a couple years older than me. But she looked younger. She had blonde hair, hot hips, smooth skin and the sweetest, pertest little set of tits.

I'm into pert tits. Maybe because mine are so voluminous. I guess we all like what we haven't got. I also like big dick, which her husband seemed to have in abundance. You might say his cup runneth over.

Mine was getting brim full as we sipped our drinks. Eyeing that cute little Helen. She squirmed an awfully lot while we chatted.

I tried to reassure her a bit by leaning over and putting my hand on her knee. She jumped about a foot. I thought she was going to spill her drink. But, I saw something else on her face, too. Curiosity!

She wanted to know about threesomes. What is it, Doctor? It's like it was forbidden fruit or something? I mean, I grew up playing in threesomes. Me and my sister and my uncle.

Me and my mother and her boyfriends. Me and my girlfriends and their brothers.

It seems very natural to me. And you do get the best of both worlds. They say no man can suck like a woman and no woman can fuck like a man. I don't know about that!

I've had some men suck me that were choice. And I never have been fucked by a woman yet. So, maybe that stereotype doesn't hold for me.

I do know I get turned on whenever I get it on with a woman and a man. Whenever I even think about it.

I was doing quite a bit of thinking about it that evening in Arnie and Helen's living room.

They were ashamed to tell me they had kids. I don't honestly know why. Maybe they thought I would think that wasn't too sexy. But I love kids. I just don't want them around when I'm fucking their parents, dig it?

Helen and Arnie's kids were out. That was good. And, that meant the three of us could get it on nicely, without any interruptions.

"Come over here," I said, patting the sofa seat next to me. Arnie came. I mean, what was he gonna do. That's where the action was.

And it looked like the action was gonna heat up plenty just then. Arnie practically had his tongue hanging out by the time he stood up to cross the room. But just to make him even hotter, I pulled the surprised Helen over to me and planted a huge, warm, tongue-jabbing little kiss on her face.

That got him right where he lived. By the time he got to the sofa, he had a bulge in his pants you could measure with a C-clamp. And you wouldn't have to screw it very tight, either.

"Is this getting you hot?" I said to Helen. I whispered it right into her face and felt her breath coming back hard and heavy. She was aroused all right.

She was pretty straight and I don't think she'd ever had a woman kiss her before.

By the time Arnie sat down, I was playing with Helen's tits like they were dice.

I unbuttoned one of her buttons and heard her breathlessly speak to me.

"What are you gonna do?" she said, scared as a rabbit.

"I'm gonna turn you on, Baby," I said, unbuttoning yet another delicate little pearl button.

I sure was turning Arnie on by this time. I reached over and patted his sizable bulge.

"Why not give it an airing?" I said, giggling a little, "I'd like to see it. Is it okay, Helen?"

Now, you can just about imagine the reaction of this woman. Here I was, sitting in her front room, tickling her tits, and asking her permission to see her husband's dork.

Fun? You better believe it. And Helen could just sit there and nod a limp little nod. She was beside herself with shock. I don't think anybody had ever come in her living room and tried to seduce both of them at once.

"Do you wanna see my tits?" she said, a slight note of confusion ringing in her voice. I had already peeled her blouse off and was chewing on her bra strap.

"Not only do I want to see them," I said, winking at her slyly, "I wanna suck on them."

That really got her where she lived. And I know it got Arnie, cause by the time I was through, he had his zipper pulled down. Okay, he had a little help from me, but I was anxious.

"Wow!" I said, reaching over to stroke the headed serpent as it lashed out of the slit in his pants, "you have a great dick."

"Your husband is really well hung, Honey," I said to Helen. I think she felt a little proud, and maybe a little reassured. I doubt that any woman had ever told her, her husband had a big dick.

Maybe she'd even been wondering for some time. And now, she knew. I wasn't lying. It was mammoth. I couldn't even figure out how that huge stud even got that fuck pole up his little wife's hole.

She was just so delicate and fragile. Ha! I hadn't gotten her into bed at that point. I sure found out she was a lot more than just delicate. She was dynamite!

By the time I got her bra off and Arnie's cock and balls out all the way, my pussy was tingling. My mouth was watering a little, too, after grabbing an eyeful of Helen's well-turned out little knockers.

Were they ever tight!

"Your wife has got a fabulous set of tits," I told Arnie.

Now wasn't that nice of me? Here, this guy is probably wondering how his wife's tits stack up against other sets he's seen. And I come right into his living room and tell him that his little woman is A-okay in that department.

Isn't it nice go make people feel good.

And speaking of feeling good, I really got into sucking that creature's nipples. I wound my mouth around those luscious honey raisins and gobbled hard. I brought first one, then the other, to rigid hard peaks of perfection.

When she was hotter than a pavement in July, I asked her to take my dress off.

"Unzip me, Honey," I said, licking her ear out as I whispered into it.

She was real hot by that time, and a little more willing, I think.

While she was doing that, I played with

Arnie's big prick. What is it about a man's full size cock stick? I found his immensely entertaining. I ringed his knob tip with my hand and jiggled it a little.

I think that got him good. He wiggled his hips hotly and stared at me like no one had ever done that before. They probably had, but not nearly as well.

I began rubbing it up and down, teasingly. Ya know, the thing a stripper is really good at. Teasing.

I used one hand to slide up and down his dick and the other to massage those enormous ball bundles of his. They stiffened up to my touch and I knew we were all three gonna be in business in very short order.

I loved seeing the look on Helen's face when she unhooked my bra. She was fast at it, too. But then, that's one of the advantages of having a woman undress you.

They know what to do from their own experience.

She lifted my deep plunging black see-through bra up off my big knockers and stared at them a moment. I've got a real set on me, Doc, in case you haven't noticed.

I'm proud of them all right. They're my bread and butter, you might say. I know they're a talented pair, cause I can put little pasties on the nipples and swing one, one way and one the other. A good stripper can do that, but I do it real good.

My nipples stood up to attention the moment she wrapped her tiny hand around one. They're about the size of thumbs, my nipples and a deep, rosy hue. And they were getting rosier as she tweaked them between her fingers.

Now that is something a woman can do real good, rub nipples. Because most of us have been rubbing ours for quite a while. It's like we've had a lot of practice.

She had. That was evident. She rolled my agile, rubbery tit tips around and around inside her hand. Pinching them a little, shooting sparks of electricity from my tits to my cunt and back again.

"That's delicious," I said, pulling her head down onto my tits. I really like it when a woman sucks my nipples and I can play with a man's dick at the same time.

This action suited me perfectly.

"God," Arnie said, as my hand embraced his cock harder and I slid up and down with greater and greater ease. The semen stuff from his dick slit had built up a nice, slippery coating of glistening juice to ply his stick with.

I plied it, too. Up and down, down and up. Real slow, building him to a nice heat. I am good at that, Doc, building guys up to a nice heat.

And getting my tits sucked by that little girl, who was getting turned on the whole time, I might add. Well, that was one sweet sensation.

"Take off your skirt and your panties," I ordered her. I had started to talk a little tougher. I feared that she might get a little hesitant, the closer we got to the goodies.

She was. But I told her again in a very firm voice. "Take them off," I said, showing no emotion. I had to command her to do this. And, it worked.

Another reason I commanded her to do this was because I didn't want to take my hands off her old man's cock. It just felt too good sliding up and down like that to stop.

And Arnie felt too good moaning and writhing next to me.

So, the work fell to Helen. She handled it like a trouper, I must say. She unzipped her skirt and slithered out of it, like a snake shedding its skin.

I even sensed that she was getting anxious to see what would happen next.

I didn't make her wait too long. I spidered my fingers over to where her pussy lay, blonde and wispy between her smooth, white thighs.

I curled my fingers up and pressed them down and around her plump pinkish cunt lips.

That must have gotten her good, cause she definitely reacted.

"Oh, that feels so good," she said.

I know her husband had done it to her, but maybe not quite so expert as me. I had a lot of practice, remember, on myself as well as on other women.

I diddled her clit gently, getting her into the mood a little more as I continued to stroke Arnie to a lather. The semen was absolutely flowing out of his cock slit.

That always gets me wildly excited. I knew I had to suck it pretty soon. But there was a little conflict. I knew I wanted to suck Helen, too. Which way should I go, I wondered?

But, surprise of surprises, Doc. That little Helen had already gotten into the swing of things so far, she went down on me! Right then and there! Can you beat that? It sure doesn't take long to turn a wallflower into a swinger if you know how.

"Hello, Dolly," I said to her as she stuck her tongue down on my panties sheath. The two of us helped me wiggle out of them and she tossed them to one side as she snuggled her tongue down on me.

She did real well for a first time, I think. I told Arnie to take his clothes off, cause I wanted to get a look at him. All of him.

He did. And the whole time, his lovely bride was eating the suck out of my cunt.

"Stick that tongue up there," Arnie said, cheering his wife on.

He liked what was happening, all right. And he liked it a whole lot more as I turned around and grabbed him by the waist and pulled him down to the sofa. I buried my head on his dick. That got him.

I am an expert cocksucker, Doc. Experience, what can I say? I love to take the whole shaft down my throat and whirl it around a bit. I love to feel my mouth swimming in semen, then in sperm and semen. But that was to come later. For right now, I was content to swab him around inside my mouth, flick my tongue over his dick knob and chew his balls a bit.

He seemed to find that wholly satisfactory. In fact, I'll wager you a little bet, that he found it entirely agreeable.

His moans would suggest that he did. Now there we were. The three of us, tied up in a nice little daisy chain.

What do you think, Doctor? Isn't three-way, sex grand?

I started to go to work on Arnie, to get him to come. I wiggled my mouth around, tightening my grip on his base. His dick was so firmly planted in my mouth, I could barely swallow. That was okay, though, the juices running out of his dick tip were more than enough to lube him good. I took advantage of his lube job and bounced my mouth up and down on his shaft.

The thing glistened whenever it drew out of my mouth long enough for me to see it.

I loved looking at that rock hard wet spike, Doc. It gave me such a warm glow to know that I had caused it to be so hard. Also, that I had brought this nice young couple so closely together. Here I was, just a little link in a chain that bound them together.

Of course, I was the middle link, so I had the best deal of the two. But, still, I was doing them a service, don't you agree?

Arnie was writhing like a belly dancer. He moved and squirmed under my mouth, getting a harder suck with each gyration.

I kept my mouth wrapped around him, locked securely down on his dick stick and I began my famous sucking action. I pulled my cheeks in so tight, they almost touched. Then, I let them go flaccid again. I repeated the procedures, letting my whole mouth act like a bellows.

This is guaranteed to drive a man to distraction. Or at least, to a distracting come. That's what it was doing for Arnie.

He gripped the sofa with his hands and let out a hell of a spray. The thing clogged my mouth. It came out in one long, uninterrupted ribbon of cream. Steamy, hot succulent white cream. My favorite flavor, too...come.

I kept his dick in my mouth and relaxed a bit. He would haul it out in a few minutes. But right now, I knew he was just getting his breath.

Helen was greedily sucking my cunt and I knew her husband was starting to check out the action. It can be quite a surprise for a husband to watch his wife give another woman head for the first time.

"That was phenomenal," Arnie said, swinging his thick cock out of my mouth and wiping it down a bit.

"Take a seat over there and watch this," I ordered him.

He was game by that time, no doubt about it. He walked over, his long dong swinging between his legs. It had reddened considerably from all the sucking I gave it, but it looked none the worse for wear otherwise. I checked it out, because I was already concocting a plan as to what to do with it later.

"Come out a second," I said, "lift your head up."

Helen did so reluctantly. I know she was enjoying her craft. I could tell from the way my cunt was reacting to her sucking that she did.

"Ever see two women fuck?" I said to Arnie.

"Oh, dear," Helen said, sitting up and looking at me very apologetically. "We don't even have a dildo in the house."

"Don't need a dildo," I said, then I winked at her real sly, "whoever told you that?"

I love teasing her. It made her real flushed with embarrassment. That got me even hotter. Arnie had started to play with his dick again.

I'm pretty sure that just the sight of the two of us rubbing our hot bodies together over there on that sofa did it for him.

His cock knew when it was wanted, too. It stiffened real good after a few strokes. I love watching men play with themselves. It gets me real hot. And, I love watching men play with themselves while I'm balling their wives, especially.

And that's what I was planning to do just then.

I got up on top of Helen and began smooching her again. I ran my tongue down her face and circled her nipples with it. I could feel her melt in my arms and I spread her legs a little with my own.

Then, I wrapped my legs around her hips and thrust her into me. I could feel her now heated up pussy clash with my juiced up one.

"That's out of sight," she said, as our pussies began banging gently together. Her stiff clit jutted out from between her cunt lips and found the tip of mine as though it had radar.

I pumped my whole body up and down and stuck my nipple tips in her mouth as I did so. My clit was so engorged by now, it was clanging against my pussy lips. And, against hers, too.

"Fuck her," I heard her husband call out from the armchair.

"Stick that pussy down on hers, crazy bitch," he said.

"Bump that pussy, Honey."

I knew we were giving him quite a show. That was the general idea. It was such fun to lie here and take advantage of his wife like that. And did she ever love it!

I reared my ass up into the air and came down on her hard. It just about sent her through the couch springs, but that was okay. She tossed her head up so hard, I thought she might give herself whiplash.

"Come over," I said, noticing that Arnie's dick was now in a very presentable frame of being.

"Where," he asked getting up immediately. His cock stuck out at a jaunty angle to his smooth, muscular frame. He was a big, tall hunk all right, and his cock was definitely up to whatever we had in store for it.

"Stand at the end of the sofa," I said, "Helen's gonna suck you a little."

"I.. .I don't know," she said, uncertainty clouding her voice, "I'm not as good a cocksucker as you are," she concluded.

I felt sorry for her, Doctor. Imagine a woman thinking she wasn't a good cocksucker. Bullshit! Every woman is a good cocksucker. They just have to give themselves a chance. Their day in court.

I wanted Helen to relax, to get to know her old man's cock better. It sure did feel fine down inside my mouth tunnel, and I saw no reason why it shouldn't do exactly the same thing down inside hers.

All she needed was a little encouragement. And, perhaps some instruction. The kind she hadn't gotten up to now. But then, she'd never had another woman around to teach her till now.

"Put your lips on it," I said, playing with her tits between my hands and growing heated as I watched him stick it out to her.

"Pucker your lips and draw the tip down inside your mouth," I said, sounding as though I were giving driving instructions to a complete beginning driving student.

"Take a little of it down at a time and flick your tongue around it." I said, bouncing my cunt up and down on her luscious fuck hole.

"Now, let him a little more," I said. "Feel him heating up down in your mouth?"

She nodded her head that she did.

"That's cause he's getting hot," I said, "see what you're doing already?"

Arnie was driving his dick down a little fast. I told him to ease up and let her take it at her own pace. She had to learn slow if she were going to get the hang of it.

"Now," I said, bringing my own hands down to Helen's cunt. "I'm gonna fuck you a little with my hands, and I want you to do the same thing to me. Arnie will hold his cock down inside your mouth, but I want you to get aroused at both ends, cause that's one of the advantages of having three people around."

Now, Helen was in the middle. And she was definitely loving it. I stuffed all four fingers up her cunt and wiggled them around. It stretched out to receive them. I figured it would, thinking that she had had her husband's big tool up there a few hundred times to ease the way.

I jammed my hand up and brought it out. Then, I repeated the procedure as she moaned and writhed under me.

The sight of her taking that big dick down her throat was simply unreal. It just got me where I lived, ya know, Doc. I'm pretty sure I shot once just watching it disappear down her tiny gullet.

A very eager sucker she turned out to be. I mean, once people are taught the right way, they then become adept in a hurry. If their heart is in it. Hers definitely was.

"Suck that dick," I said, watching her tighten her mouth around the base. She had his shaft pretty nearly all down inside her mouth and he was really pumping it to her.

But she was greeting the load calmly. And with bated breath. She sucked him hard, her mouth flowing out with the juices of arousal and semen.

Her hand was buried in my twat by now and I went off. Between the wringing in my cunt and the sucking of her mouth on that huge dick spike, I couldn't help it.

"Zowie!" I said, going off like a string of Chinese firecrackers.

Arnie gripped his balls in his hands and prepared to come a second time. But I stopped him just before he did. I could tell he was gonna come, just by the look in his eye.

It was hot. It was from another planet.

"Your turn," I said, climbing off Helen's cunt and sticking my tits in her face. "Come on, Arnie."

I showed Arnie that I wanted him sitting on the sofa with his legs spread apart a little. He was eager to do most anything, since he was very hot. I saw him smile a little at his wife as he sat down, and I think he was sending a little signal to her that he was enjoying himself.

That was good, since that was what I wanted.

"I'm gonna try a three hump camel," I said, sounding pretty pleased with myself.

"What's that?" Helen said, breathlessly.

"Spread your legs a little," I said to Arnie. "And let's see that marvelous dick sticking up there. That's good. Wow!"

He sat there buck naked on his living room sofa with his huge salami sailing into the air.

Now, Doctor, a three hump camel isn't the easiest thing to bring off. I mean, the participants have to be willing and have a love of adventure to even try it.

But I knew that by now I had a couple of very horny folks on my hands...and other places...Ha! I figured they might want to give it a whirl.

Would you believe that I have turned some very staid people on this little feat of mine?

Anyway, there Amie was, sitting in his seat like a Buddha with a third fist between his legs. He was quite inviting. And very hot.

But Helen...she was no less ready to try anything I suggested, short of hanging from the chandelier. Well, maybe she would have tried the chandelier. It's a shame the way they build these new houses today, you know with no chandelier.

Makes me long for the old days. I'm only twenty-four, so what could I know about the old days, you're thinking? Plenty. I've seen a lot of movies.

Where was I? Oh, yeah, at the most exciting part. Well, one of them. I sort of edged my way up onto the seat and inched over toward Arnie. That man was so delicious looking, sitting there hard and naked, like a man should be.

And his wife was very eager to take a trip to the Sahara...on a three hump camel, I mean.

So, I worked my cunt lips open with a little help from my two friends and circled Arnie's dick with them. A ringer! First time, too.

Wow! Was I ever getting one tight fit. Like that schlong of his and this reliable hot cunt of mine were tailor made for each other.

I sat there a while, enjoying the penetration, the slick build-up of honey juice from my cunt that was flowing all over his big dick stick and easing his way up and down inside my cunt.

Which was wild and wet by now. And so was Helen's.

"Where do you want me?" she said, after a few moments.

I think she was getting eager to get involved.

I can't say as I blame her.

You know, Doc, it's funny. You take a woman like Helen. And her husband, Arnie. I bet she hadn't really been turned on to him in a while. I could tell. That staid suburban atmosphere...the fact that they'd been married for over ten years...and the fact that he would invite me home.

Well, also, there was the fact that she accepted me there. And the fact that she was now willing to try a three hump camel and she didn't even know what it was!

But after a few moments of me fucking the daylights out of her husband, and vice versa, he was starting to look a whole lot better than he had. Maybe even better than he'd looked for the last several years.

Nothing can turn a woman's head around as fast as having another women screwing the fuck out of him right hi front of your eyes. I mean, I know that would blow some people's minds. But when you're there...participating in the show, you don't get quite so shocked.

I wasn't shocked at all. I was rather turned on. And that was when I beckoned to Helen to come over real close and climb on my shoulders, like she was riding a horse.

She was game! She straddled my neck and the two of us got our balance good enough so that I could hold her up there without any problem. I'm in pretty good shape, actually, what with all that physical activity I do on stage.

Now, did I mention that she was facing me, facing away from her husband and sitting with her pussy in my face?

That was delightful. To have that hot, steamy cunt of hers with its downy moist cover of blonde cunt hair tickling my nose.

I started to eat her, just a little. I had to eat slow, cause I wasn't through giving instructions.

I asked Arnie to be patient a minute, till the two of us struck a balance. That didn't take long. We were both into it. She to get her cunt sucked, and me to suck it.

Ohhhhh, the splendor of those hot, eager plump cunt lips, unfurling under the wake of my probing, hard tongue! It felt just fine to me.

And she tasted so sweet. Like honeysuckle. And her juice...well, that was a helluva succulent hot pot of chowder I was biting into. I diddled my tongue around and around the opening of her pussy and prodded the clit gently, getting her nice and warmed up.

Then, I added some instructions for Arnie to follow. I pulled my tongue off her clit a moment, leaving her writhing impatiently for more.

"Lick her ass," I said to him, elbowing him a little at the same time.

Now, I have always thought it was remarkably strange, Doctor, that a husband rarely licks his wife's ass. What is it about married people? I don't get it. They sleep together, they eat together, they use the same drinking glass in the bathroom, but when it comes to eating out each others' ass holes...they don't want to know from it.

I can't make it out! I mean, here was this gorgeous honey of a lass, hot as a pistol to trot with the two of us, willing to do anything, and her husband had to stop and think a moment to decide if he even wanted to do it!

"Go on," I said, "take a bite. You'll like it, once you get into it."

He was very hot from the screwing he was doing with me, and his cock certainly was a witness to that fact. It was hard as a ramrod and twice as punishing.

We were making these delicious noises as we bounced up and down.

SLURP! SPLAT!! PUCK!! ! ! THUCK!! ! WOP!! ! GOOOOOSH!! ! ! !

It was getting to me a lot, and I know it was getting to Arnie. Helen was about to go up in flames, so where the hell was Arnie's tongue?

That jerk was still trying to decide if he wanted to get into his wife's succulent little poop chute.

I figured it was time I made his mind up for him.

"Right now!" I said, "hurry or you'll miss us."

Well, I think that did it...I don't think he wanted his wife to get off on my tongue and lips without his input. He wanted to have something to do during the whole scene, so he decided to give it a try.

I knew when he had begun, because Helen moved in a little closer onto my tongue and wiggled her hot little ass closer onto my face.

Good thing I can suck and breathe at the same time, because she wasn't allowing me much air. That was okay, cause I liked the fact that she was getting off good.

Now, Helen was the pressed ham in the sandwich. And her husband's tongue was doing the pressing. I hope he felt somewhat happy about that.

I know he felt hot about it, because he started jacking me real good. God, I love it when a man really gets into it, ya know what I mean? And when I'm getting fucked and giving head to a woman at the same time, I am really on top of the world.

He rammed his thick stick into my pussy again and again. I saw his hips leave the sofa as he burrowed his tongue into his wife's tight little bung hole and fucked me with his dick like he was drilling for oil.

Well, Doc, I guess you know what happened. Helen came first. Is that any surprise? I'm frankly surprised that she held out as long as she did.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, shit!! ! ! " she cried to the rafters as she sprang leaks at both ends. "God, what a rush!"

I know she meant it, because I've been in her position before. And I felt exactly the same way.

She got caught up in throwing her load so hard, she bucked her body against mine and against Arnie's and I swear we had a wild mustang between us. I just shook and shook some more. I kept shouting and shaking and whirling it around and around as I did so, to give her a little extra lift-off.

Arnie must have gotten quite into eating out her ass hole. He showed no signs of letting up in that department.

"I can't stop commmmmmmming," she shouted as loud as I have ever heard anyone shout.

Well, that let me know she was having a multiple orgasm. I could tell from the way she was thrashing around, too, that it was probably the first one of her career.

That was okay by me. I get a real thrill out of giving a woman her first. Or just being there to do the cheerleading when she finally gets to that point. But this was grand, because I had a chance to egg her on and be part of it, and see that her husband was there giving it his all, too.

Isn't it amazing, Doctor, that some men won't even allow their wives the extra added little joy of having multiple comes? I mean, all it takes is a little work. You don't necessarily have to have a bi-sexual strip tease queen balling the both of you in your own home.

Just a little patience, some open communication, and the desire to bring it off. That's all that's necessary. Sometimes I think men really miss the boat when it comes to pleasing women. But then, don't get me wrong, either. I really like men.

Witness how far Arnie's cock was up me when I was thinking this, and you'll have no doubts about that.

"I'm still shoooootttting," she said, not caring who the hell heard her at that point.

I think she was just letting us know that she wasn't finished yet, and that we should both hang in there.

Hey! Okay by me! I certainly didn't want to deprive of her of this once in a lifetime thrill.

And, I hoped it wouldn't be just this once that she would have the thrill, know what I mean?

But, that's not my responsibility, ya know, what a couple does after I'm gone. They can retire to a monastery and live in separate cells and never touch each other, or they can join a sex commune and ball in eight-way orgies under the stars every night of the week as far as I'm concerned.

Hell, I've got no scruples. I mean, I do have scruples, but I'm no prude. I don't care what anybody does, as long as they want to, dig it?

Where were we? Ah, yes, Helen's orgasm. It lasted about as long as anybody's orgasm I have ever seen. Maybe longer. But I am used to such things. Being in the business of giving three-way pleasure after work, I have seen a lot.

Arnie was the next one to shoot. Actually, I think he came in on the tail end of his wife. In more ways than one. Ha!

He had his tongue stuck so far up her butt hole, I swear I could feel it on the tip of my own tongue. Wouldn't that be something? Something for the Guinness Book of Records, I mean.

Anyway, he started in humping up and down on that sofa, shoving that dick stick of his up and down inside my hot, writhing cunt so hard, I thought he was gonna rip me in two. Now, I like big dick, Doc, don't get me wrong. I'd be crazy if I said I didn't.

But I don't know. Middle-size dick is nice, too. Ya know. And then there are small dicks. You can do all sorts of things with those. Anal intercourse. That's downright comfortable when somebody is gifted with a smallish style prick.

In sum, I suppose I could say, I like them all. Like the worst one I ever had was superlative. Ya know? I don't think there is such a thing as a bad dick.

God just didn't make any such thing. When he made cock, he made something really good.

Now, I am a bit more broad-minded than a lot of ladies. I have been around a bit more, too, perhaps. Also, I am into women. I love cunts, too. But that's another story for another time.

Oh, yes, I don't want to forget to tell you what Arnie said just before he came. He said, "Ooooohhhhh, Jesus!! ! ! ! ! ".

And he said it with a very thick tongue, because he had just popped it out of his adorable wife's bung hole. And he had been working it very hard. In fact, I think his tongue was a bit numb.

But that didn't stop him from releasing his spunk like a fire hose. No, sir, not one bit. He pumped that jism load out and inside me cunt so fast, I figured, not only is he using a hose, it's a power hose, to boot. And so, he shot and shot and just about put out the fire that was still raging in my cunt hole.

Eventually, he did put out the fire. He must have splashed me real good to get it all out, but I started tossing and turning and biting down On that still hot cunt flower whose petals were still unfolding in my mouth.

I certainly got off good that time, maybe even better than I wanted to get off, because I had the distinct feeling that I was growing a little tired. Not tired of sex, mind you. But tired of humping and thumping and sucking for a bit.

So, the three of us caught our breath, gathered our clothes up and hauled ass into the kitchen. Helen made some coffee, and we all sat around and chatted a while.

That was fun. Being so intimate with this great couple, and then going into their kitchen and talking about the price of gasoline and where to go sailing and stuff like that.

Well, Doc, the rest of the night was pretty well shot after I got away from there. I went home to my lavish little apartment and read a few magazines. Then, I think I dozed off. Happy. Happy to be living such a carefree lifestyle. And happy that I dig people. Both men and women.

Three-way is definitely where it's at for me. I know it. And I wouldn't have it any other way. A guy is okay. I mean, a guy who is okay is okay. But an okay guy and a gorgeous wife? Well, that is an unbeatable combo. For me anyway.

Hope I've given you some insight into threesomes. As I see them. Thanks for the tea. Oh, and by the way, are you married?

You're not? Well, okay, maybe I could bring a friend. I mean, if you are into serious research. Perhaps you would like to see how one of these triangle things works out in the flesh?

No? Okay, I hope you don't mind my asking. Ya know, I can never get over the fact of how a couple will be so shy in the beginning and then, once the seed is planted, so to speak, really turn onto the whole idea of swinging in a three-way thing.

Take that couple, Arnie and Helen. Don't you know that he called me the next week to invite me back out there.

I probably would have gone, too, except that I was entertaining another gentleman at the time.

Another gentleman and his lady friend. No, they weren't married. Just living together. I didn't mind. Like whatever arrangement they wanted is fine with me, ya know? I don't have any prejudices one way or the other. I like it however I can get it. And that's for real.

Now this particular couple in question. Well, he was black and she was white. That's another fun thing about three-ways. You can get some exquisite combinations. This guy was into it, though, and so was his girlfriend. I like it when a couple is into it. There isn't ice breaking to be done, and we get around to business a whole lot faster.

But, I miss something with old hands at swinging. That desire I have to tease people into getting it on with me. Into getting it on with me and whoever else happens to be present.

Helen was quite typical of women who need a little nudge in that direction. She was probably raised with all those horrible hang-ups. Not everyone is lucky like me, huh?

Another thing, Doc, before I shove off. I do have a hot, heavy date tonight. With a pair of Siamese twins. Ha!

Just kidding. I don't really like to get it on with circus freaks. But, I suppose if the strong man and the fat lady were going out together and she was beautiful, well, I might be inclined to take an interest.

Now, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that my interest is strictly professional, right? A lot of assholes make that mistake. They think because I charge for what I do, even after working hours, that I am a mercenary bitch who plays on peoples' sexual weaknesses and needs. Ha! How about my needs?

Just cause I am a working girl, a stripper and a freaky bi-sexual nympho does not mean that I do not have needs. I get horny like everybody else. And sometimes, I masturbate because I am so lonely.

Of course, my idea of a good time with myself is to invite a couple of friends up and have them watch. But once you get used to doing your thing in front of an audience, well, it gets harder and harder to get into it alone.

So, I make a display out of it. Well, what the hell, I'm as good at that as I am everything else. So, why not show it? There are a lot of people out there dying for the sexual freedom, not to mention the chronic set of hot pants that I have, so why not give it away? At a price, of course.

Gosh, what time is it? Nearly five o'clock. I have a show to do tonight. Would you believe it? And I'm not even ready. There's a lot to do before I go on in front of an audience and take my clothes off.

Tee Hee! I have a lot to show up there so I have to make sure all my private parts are fit for public viewing. You might say I'm a little like a sculpture in an art museum. I got to be polished and ready to shine for the paying customers.

And of course, there will be a little session afterwards. With some adorable couple. I'll see to that. Nice chatting with you. Let me know if you ever do decide to get married. Let's keep in touch, just in case, huh?

CONCLUSION

Irene is a brazen young woman. Although I enjoyed her, both her energy and her spirit, as well as her physical presence, I have to say that I think there is something of the trickster in her.

She doesn't do this three-way thing for pleasure alone. She does it for money. I would say that may be an indication that she isn't quite as humanitarian as she paints herself.

Moreover, she may not know as much about sex as thinks she does. She says she doesn't care how she leaves a couple where they take the experience after she has departed doesn't concern her. But that's hogwash. How could she possibly be as involved and happy in the presence of a given couples one moment and wash her hands of them when she gets out the door.

My diagnosis is that she is a nymphomaniac of a particular variety. Yes, she indulges her sexual whims only with consenting adults, but she doesn't stop. That's the giveaway for me. She's insatiable and the three-way thing just fuels her fires.

GENERAL CONCLUSION

And there you have it. The intricate patterns, the immense variations, the continuing quest for the new and unusual that go into the workings of three-way sex. Are trios an acceptable variant in our modern society? I think so. Provided, of course, the participants are willing. For there are many adjustments to be made whenever three-way sex enters the picture, both head and body adjustments.

Sharing your partner with another may not work for you. Remember that well. Not everyone is ready for the kind of sex that splits into thirds. Society, after all, condones the couple. Man and woman is the prevailing motif , even in these promiscuous times.

Experimentation has its place. I encourage couples who, for some reason or another, have lost a little of the early glow of their relationship. But I also warn them. Don't think that three-way sex is a panacea.

Adding a third for bridge may not be the answer. You may have to look within yourself, discover your own problems in regard to your own sexuality, before you invite a neighbor in.

Covering the problems of two with the presence of a third is foolish. I advise against it. On the other hand, if you are fairly secure in your relationship, and your third party has no objection to experimentation, I condone threesomes whole heartedly.

But, in parting, let me add that continued research on the subject needs to be done. I myself, plan to devote much of my future work to the subject. And I hope to be reporting some of those findings to you, all in good time.

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