In my long years of practice dealing with teenage girls I have noticed a trend which as time goes on has assumed the proportions of a tidal wave.
It is well-known that there is a generally looser attitude to all forms of sexual expression in our society today and especially toward such expression among young people. But I was not prepared for the incredible amount of sexual activity I encountered when I undertook this specially focused study on teenaged girls.
All forms of sexual promiscuity, masturbation and incest I was prepared to detail and deal with. However it would be only fair to warn the reader that I was overwhelmed at first by the very amount of such activity I encountered.
There are perhaps many reasons for this incredible acceleration in the engaging in of sexual activity among teenaged girls. I hope the cases in this book will help to pinpoint some of these reasons. However it would be safe to indicate at the outset a few of the reasons which occurred to this practitioner.
Perhaps the most dramatic factor in the burgeoning sexual expression among teenaged girls is the advent of the pill. A recent study has indicated 99% of all teenage girls are taking the pill and this surely cannot help but loosen the restraints on engaging in sexual activity.
It is perhaps not erroneous to say that the generally more lax attitude toward sexual intercourse in general as a result of the pill has a carryover effect into ALL areas of sexual expression.
Whatever the reason, this book details case by case the moral and emotional attitudes of teenage girls who have engaged in many different forms of sexual activity.
CASE NUMBER ONE PAMELA
INTERVIEW ONE:
NOTES:
The background material I had on Pamela informed me that she had always attended private schools, either here or abroad, and I was expecting a stereotype of the "boarding school" girl.
Pamela had not, however, remained within the strictures of the environment set up for her. In fact, she had rebelled quite openly.
Her parents informed me that they can no longer deal with the social embarrassment Pamela causes them, both emotionally and financially.
They contend that it all began when she was given a car by her parents for a birthday gift.
I was not in the least shocked by her appearance when she came for her first appointment. She sauntered in dressed as a hippie. Her long blondish hair was hanging straight down her back. Although it and her clothing were clean, she had not combed her hair nor were her clothes pressed. There was a rip in the knee of her jeans and her shirt was a vivid orange. She wore a blue plaid vest with fringe trim over it. The shirt was thin enough that I could see between the openings of the vest that she wore no bra-in the modern fashion. The bottoms of her blue jeans were stuffed into the tops of her unpolished boots which had run over heels and scuffed toes.
She had a flower in her hair, a peace medal on a chain around her neck. There were numerous rings on her fingers, and several bracelets on her wrists. She wore no watch, carried no purse and had a piece of rope for a belt.
"Peace, brother," she said as she raised her right hand at the elbow.
"Peace," I replied, imitating her. "Please be seated, sister."
"Thank you, brother." She sat down.
"Groovy place here." She looked around from her chair. "Like real educated and sophisticated."
She turned back to me. "My folks seem to think I've got a problem. Money isn't everything. Love is."
"Have you renounced money," I asked.
"No. I just don't want to be hung up by it. A little bread goes a long way. It's just like grass."
"Do you hold with 'free love'. "
"Yes, brother. It's the thing for beautiful people."
When I was sixteen my father casually announced that Nathan Allen T. was just the right young man. I was duly instructed to set my sights on marriage with him. It would mean a merger between Dad's and his father's assets as well as union between the two families. Each of us was an only child. Our children would really be loaded.
Nathan and I went out to dinner and the theater on the evening of my sixteenth birthday. He was over twenty-one, living alone in the city. He asked me if I wanted to come to his place after the play was over.
"Let's stop up at my place for a while before I take you home. You can have a drink if you want."
"Okay," I replied.
We drove in his fast little sports car across the city to his apartment. Going up the elevator, we did not speak. I was beginning to feel uneasy as we went into his apartment. It sure was a imagine pad and I said so.
"Gosh, you sure have a wild place here."
'"Yep." He closed the door. "You're a cute chick for one with so much money. We're just right for each other, baby." Suddenly he put his arms around me. "What say we get to know each other, starting now."
I was afraid, then and struggled, but he held me fast and began kissing me. I fought and screamed, all to no avail. If anyone heard they ignored the sounds.
His arms tightened around me until I could hardly breathe. His lips on mine were like wildfire-hot and demanding. He brought a hand up and applied expert pressure to my jaws, opening them. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and began searching around with it.
His other hand went to the back of my dress, which he began unzipping.
I managed to pull my head away from his mouth. "Stop!" I cried. "What are you doing?"
"Like I said, baby, we're going to begin getting to know each other tonight. We got to spend the rest of our lives together, so why wait?" He bent down, capturing my mouth again.
He was extremely experienced because he was able to get me naked within a few minutes. I trembled with something I couldn't then name, as he ran his hands over my naked flesh. I shuddered and he mouthed at my neck, moaning.
"Please," I whispered, "don't. Let me go. It's late..."
"Shut up, baby. I won't say it again. Hear me? You do as I say."
His huge hand went to my ripe tits and he squeezed. It felt good, but I was still frightened. Then, I began tingling all over, especially in that tit. The blood raced through my veins.
His mouth worked its way down to my tit, and he pulled the nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. I felt my back arching into his groin, and could now feel his prick as it rubbed against my pussy.
He moaned against my tit and his hands began sliding over my body, exciting me. I cried out and threw my arms around him, pulling him into me.
"That's it baby," he said as his hands went down to my ass and pummeled the soft flesh there. He pulled my ass toward him and I felt an itching begin between my legs.
It grew worse until I could stand it no longer, and began rubbing my thighs together. He pulled me into him and as I rotated my hips, he rubbed against me. I was crying aloud and panting now, my body covered with glistening sweat.
"Oh, it hurts! Nathan, make it better! Oh!"
"Okay, baby. Back up. Don't look. Let me take care of that. Just back up. Easy."
I did as he said, and he walked me back until my knees hit against something.
"Lie down. That's it," he said as he laid me down on the bed. I simply could not lie still. I was itching so much, and burning now, that lying still was impossible. I writhed and twisted my hips on the bed, crying for him to ease the torment, sweet though it was.
I felt his hand and then a couple of his fingers slip between my legs. His fingers found my clitoris-what I knew later as the clit, anyway-and at the touch of his fingers, I screamed from the suddenness of the shock that washed over me.
He began rubbing the little knob of flesh back and forth. Blood surged into my crotch and I was mumbling with heated craziness as waves of intense sensations rolled over me.
His fingers inched down to be joined by his other hand. He felt down further, toward my twat. Satisfied about something, he placed his hands, palms outward, one on each thigh.
Pushing gently, he spread my legs until he could kneel between my thighs unhindered.
He looked down and into my swollen crotch. "Shit, the angle's all wrong." He stood up. "Lie still, hon. I'll be right back." He went to the other end of the bed and got three pillows. Coming back, he placed a hand under my ass and lifted until he could insert the pillows. He placed me back down on them and knelt again in front of my pussy.
"That's better."
He put his hand on my bush and I jumped from the exciting contact of his hand on my overheated and sensitive body.
"This'll hurt for a minute. But then, you'll love it, kid."
"Why?"
"Hasn't anybody ever told you the facts of life ... I guess not."
He took his prick in one hand and guided it to my twat. Resting it there, the barest touch made me gasp. I shuddered from the burning contact.
He brought his hand back up and placed one hand on either side of my swelling hips. He pushed.
I felt as though he were trying to jam his fist into my hole. His prick was huge! It more than filled the opening, it stretched it. I screamed.
He paused. The ache turned to burning and I wanted more. I wiggled my ass.
He inched himself into me just a little more. I cried again, softer this time. Again he paused, again I wiggled my ass.
The tension inside of me kept growing. I thought it was going to drive me crazy. Each time he pulled back it did not ease it at all anymore.
Then, something stopped him. As hard as he kept trying he could not go farther. Something inside of me was stopping him.
Grunting, he strained again. I felt pains shooting through my guts. I screamed loudly as something within me tore out and he plunged into me, with a violence I had not felt before.
He banged into the back of my twat and bounced back out. Recovering, he stroked back into me, sliding through the slipperiness there before I could react.
It felt wonderful!
I gasped again, moaned with delight and arched my back, meeting him half way.
"That's it baby," he said, "now you're learning."
He backed out again and came back into me, banging into the back of my twat again. It felt better than before.
His hands swung over until he could cover my rounded globes with his hands. My nipples, stiff with desire, pushed into the palms of his hands and he shoved them back into my tits.
His mouth found my throat and made a sucking noise as he ran his tongue along the line of my neck. I wiggled with deliberation feeling wonderfully excited. He increased his movements within me, making me feel even more excited.
Suddenly he paused almost out of me. I felt his cock's head jerk violently against my flesh. Then he drove himself viciously into me, heedless of any pain he might cause me. His pecker jerked again.
It had been throbbing all along, now it banged itself into my twat's walls and sudden heat poured out of him into me. I gasped.
He moaned and shoved into me again. Again I felt burning liquids leave the nozzle of his hose and slam into the walls of my inside passage. I could feel my muscles, oddly tensing.
Then I felt a knot deep within me. As I reacted with uncontrollable twitching in my ass, I was wondering what had happened. I felt keyed up.
Suddenly, I felt myself going limp. A flood of something inside of my body let loose and I relaxed like a rag doll-going limp in every muscle. I almost stopped breathing for an instant.
Whatever it was, he loved it, for he was moaning ecstatically now. He lay himself down on me, smothering me and relaxed against my body.
I felt his prick slowly sliding out of me. "Nathan ... I ... I'm ... having ... trouble..."
"Huh? Okay? Yeah."
He struggled up off my body, heaving and panting, glistening with sweat.
He heaved himself up and lay down on the bed beside me, his legs dangling over the edge of the bed, like mine.
"How was it, baby?" he asked, finally.
"How was what?" I replied.
"The fuck!" He turned and looked at me. "Don't you know anything?" He sounded exasperated.
"I guess I'm stupid and ignorant. Is that what it's called, 'fuck'? "
He looked at me.
"Fucking ... screwing ... holing ... things like that."
"What purpose does it serve, besides being fun?" I asked.
He kissed my nose. "That's how women get knocked up."
"What?"
"That, kid, is what your mother and father did to get you. See?"
I blushed. "But that only happens in marriage. There's something I'm sure we don't know about...."
"Shove it, kid." He kissed me again. "That's the whole thing. Fucking inside of or outside of marriage, you can still have children. Marriage is just a social convention invented by women to catch men."
"But I'm not trying to catch you. Our. parents arranged this."
"Oh shit! I don't mean you, personally, I mean it generally. It's what most women do. I know our parents arranged this thing between us. I wasn't referring to us, I meant other people."
"Don't other people do the same as us?"
"No. Most of them fuck around until they find a partner that they like more than the rest-one that screws better, I guess. Anyhow, then they get married."
"Oh. I see."
"Come on, baby. It's time I got you home. Your guardians will be worried, they'll think I've raped you or something horrible."
"But I don't want to leave yet. I want to fuck some more."
"Tomorrow or the next day will do just as well," he answered. "Better, in fact. You're not used to this and you're going to be sore tomorrow."
We got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. It was then that I noticed the blood.
"What's this from?"
"That's from your cherry. I broke it."
"Oh. Will it make me sick."
"No. It means that you belong to me, now, see?"
"Oh. Okay." I leaned over and stretched up, kissing him. He returned the kiss and stroked my pussy gently with one of his hands.
"No more. You're going to get me all stiff again," he said. I looked down at his pecker. It was clean, wet, shining and stiffening.
"Too late," I replied, placing a hand on the fascinating muscle. "It's already beginning to do funny things."
He groaned. "Yeah," he whispered, "come here." He pulled me into his arms again, kissing me violently on the mouth. His hand between my thighs began pushing them apart again. I spread my legs, allowing him the room he needed.
Bending his knees, he came around and down then up and his prick's head again rested on my sensitive flesh. It quivered, making me shiver with anticipation.
"Put your hands on my shoulders," he ordered me. I did so.
"Bend some more." I did.
He bent with me, and then . . .shoved up in to my twat. It felt hard and hot as his prick penetrated into me again. I wiggled and moaned against his mouth.
His tongue worked its way into my mouth. This time, I understood what he wanted and opened my jaws unaided or unforced. He entered my mouth and my twat at the same time. Each end was filled, pleasurably.
His lips moved against mine as he rammed into me, forcing the still tight muscles of my twat back. He lifted his mouth.
"Grunt, baby, like you want to piss."
"What?"
"Pretend you're trying to piss, or shit, for that matter. It'll make me feel good."
"Okay," I whispered, grunting hard.
And a moan was my reward. Then I felt something new moving inside me. It was a set of muscles surrounding his prick that I didn't know I possessed. They contracted, pressing on his stiffness, rigid within me.
Grunting rhythmically, I felt each separate contraction beat against his muscle, and slowly, it became less as I unknowingly milked it.
Suddenly, the knot grew inside me. This time, knowing to expect it, I concentrated on feeling the warmth and sensations from the growing inner tension. I loved it.
When it burst, I felt it fall all over his muscle and run out my hole down our thighs. I knew then, that it was some sort of liquid from within me. He grunted and his prick throbbed harder than before.
Leaping inside me, it began spurting additional liquids into me.
He grinned and looked into my eyes. "Scum, baby. Such as babies like you are made of."
He came again, kissing me as he streamed into me. I felt his prick beginning to soften inside me.
"Oh. It's leaving. What's wrong with it? It's loosing strength."
"Don't worry, baby. It's supposed to do that."
"Oh. Then we're done."
"Yep."
"Have to leave for home?"
"Soon as we take a shower together."
"Okay," I said, happily.
He reached over and began running the water. When the temperature was to his liking he jammed a plastic hat over my head, pushing my long hair into it. Then we stepped into the tub and stood under the running water.
He took the soap and began rubbing it over my body. His fingers were gentle and soothed my aching muscles.
"You were right. I'm sore already. I guess it's like playing tennis. You use new muscles."
"Yep. Here, use your hands and put that soap on my cock."
While I washed and massaged his prick and nuts-those two hardnesses in the bag behind his cock-he ran his fingers into my pussy, massaging and rubbing it with soap. I sighed, "that's wonderful!"
"Sure, baby. It usually is."
Under the fine sharp hotness of tingling water, he kissed my mouth and throat. His hands came up and soaped my tits, massaging them again. His palms ran across my flesh, leaving a trail of shivery goose-flesh even in the heat of the steamy shower.
I giggled and squirmed against him.
"Being married to you'll be fun. That's for sure. I wonder if I can wait two years?"
"Sure, you can. I'll be right here anytime you want me."
"Next week," he said thoughtfully, "we're going to go see my doctor. He's got pills. No forced marriages for us. Too much publicity."
"Huh?"
"You're going on the pill. No bastards, see?"
"What's pills got to do with children?"
"The pills prevent women from getting pregnant, see?"
"So? We just get married early."
"Not exactly. We wait, you take the pills. No kids until you're at least twenty-one. Hear?"
"Yes. Why?"
"I refuse to be tied down with children and squalling brats before I've had a chance to show you the world."
"Okay." I really didn't care. Just so long as he would keep fucking me. I loved it. I wanted it right there in the shower ... but he was right, I did have to get home sometime and soon.
We finally climbed reluctantly out and got toweled off. I was getting tingly just having him dry my flesh. He was getting hard again.
Ignoring our respective states, we dressed and left, to take me home.
At the door, he kissed me goodnight. "Next time, don't wear so many clothes. I can't fuck you quick when you've got layers and layers on."
"Well, wear something that covers. But make it something easy to get into such as a skirt with no undies and ... " he paused for emphasis, "no bras, either."
"Okay," I said obediently.
He kissed me again and opened the door for me.
"Get in there, you little cunt," he said, pushing me through the door, "you keep turning me on." He slapped my ass with his hand as he shoved me through the door. "Good-night, sweetheart."
The door closed behind him.
"When are you getting married?" I asked Pamela.
"We're not."
"Why not?"
"Well, that's why I'm here. My parents can't understand why I don't want to marry him. But, then they're old fashioned."
"What's so old fashioned about marriage?"
"Nothing, really. It's just the kind of marriage they keep insisting they want me to make. You see, there's another man ... to be honest, there's a group of us and we're all going to get married ... together, that is."
"Multiple marriage?"
"You understand!" Her eyes began glowing.
"You have heard of the experiment, then?"
"I don't know? Which?"
"The college coeducational and co-living one. I started at Vassar and was selected for transfer to this experimental school. We went for two years and I've got two years to go. The idea is that sex is something that shouldn't be separated from marriage, but neither should men and women be expected to live without lots of it, if they want to."
"That's the idea behind this college?"
"Look, it'll just be easier if I simply tell you what happened at the college. Then you can get a comprehensive picture of the whole thing."
"I'm afraid it'll have to wait until next week. We've run out of time."
She smiled. "That's okay with me. I was getting sort of hoarse from all the talking, anyway."
"Same time," I replied, smiling at this engaging teenager with money-too much money-problems.
"Sure thing. Bye, till then." She rose and left.
INTERVIEW TWO:
NOTES:
The next week, Pamela was dressed identically to the previous week, even to the beads and bangles.
"Hello," she said, sitting down. "Hello," I replied.
"Now let's see, I was going to talk about the college, right."
"Yes."
We came by bus in a group ... all of us from Vassar. We were met by one of the professors, who handed us each a typed card. On it was our name, our age, our majors and minors and our room number.
We were instructed to find our rooms and get acquainted with our roommates if we wished before coming back to the central building for a general meeting.
I went, per instructions, to the fifth floor and down the hall to my right. It was a nice room, just like all the college dorm rooms, except there was a naked boy lying on the bed.
"Oh, excuse me," I said, blushing. "I must have the wrong room."
"Probably not, chickie. This is two-thirty-four. And I'm Chuck Gardner." He only turned his head.
I couldn't help staring at his huge masculinity. He was relaxed, then. But he was huge even in rest. His skin was dark like a gypsy's. His blue eyes stared straight through my clothing.
"Looks like this will be an interesting semester, chickie. You got the right room?"
"Yes," I whispered. "This is the correct room." I walked in slowly, carrying my cases. He did not volunteer to help me. He was too busy undressing me in his mind. I decided to take the bull by the horns and let him see just how I was made before he got more obnoxious than he already was.
Putting the cases down, one on the bed, I began unpacking.
"What's your name, chickie."
"I suppose, now that you've renamed me, it'll be 'Chickie'...." I stared at him frankly.
"Yeah, I've got a lot down here," he said proudly, indicating his prick.
"I suppose so," I replied returning to the unpacking, "but then, so do a lot of other men."
He gasped with surprise as I shut him up for a while. I continued with the unpacking. Taking everything out, I put the things away in the dresser and closet neatly arranging his and my things side by side in the closet.
Then, laying out a new outfit for the evening, I casually began undressing before his eyes. As my clothes came off, I knew he was watching because I heard him gasp.
"Wow! Baby! You are stacked!"
"Really?" I turned and stare at him. "I'm not any different than any other cunt. I've got the regulation tits, pussy, bush and other things. Mine just happen to have a price tag on them-marked expensive. That's all."
He came off the bed and grabbed me.
"No! No!" I said, wiggling out of his embrace. "Like I said, there's a price tag there. Look but don't touch."
He let go of me immediately.
"What's the matter with you, chickie? You frigid or something?"
"No. I just don't practice bed-hopping. I usually know the man before I climb in with him or invite him to climb in with me. I don't know you. In fact, I don't like you."
I picked up my towel and walked into the bathroom, deliberately swinging my ass at him. "Bye-bye," I said derisively.
As I went to the bathroom door and opened it, I paused. "I'm not going to lock this door. If you have to piss, either do it now or wait until I'm done showering."
"Why?" He was smiling and his prick was beginning to rise.
"Because, if you don't and force your attentions on me," I paused again, "I'll give you the shock of your life."
"Just what I want."He sounded delighted.
"Not this one. I'll stuff your head into a light socket and turn on the juice. I know it'll be a shocking experience." It was my turn to smile. "See you later. And, get dressed, will you. It's cold outside, your pecker'll catch cold if you keep waving it around like a flag."
He blushed scarlet.
I closed the door behind me and had a quick but undisturbed shower.
Later, dressed we went to the special meeting. There, the professors, in turn, told us the story of this college and their goals. We were being given a new kind of approach to love and sex, they said. It was their hope that such a beginning as this next four years, while we were normally in school, might shed some light on the marital and sexual problems of the times.
I came back to the room alone. Chuck Gardner had disappeared. I decided to finish unpacking and get organized for the first week at school.
There was a knock at the door. "Come in," I called. "It's unlocked." A really handsome devil hesitantly entered. "Miss Pamela..."
"Yes. I'm she."
"How do you do? I'm David Daily. November Willis and I are across the hall. Chuck and she have decided to get together for tonight. So..."
"Of course, you can sleep in his bed. I don't mind."
"Thank you. It's rather difficult sleeping with...."
"I understand. Why don't you go get your things for the night?"
"I have them here, thanks."
He came in, bringing his robe and toilet articles. He went back and came in with his books and paper and pencil.
Taking Chuck's desk, he sat down and began organizing his material for the next day's first classes. We did not talk more. He did not make any remarks about my sex, or my being "stacked" or anything. We might have been either two girls or two boys. At least, I was free from being mauled so that I could collect my wits. I was tired and confused.
He was still working when I went to bed. He looked up as I was undressing. He looked me over, casually, taking me in. "Nice," was his only remark.
Shortly, he also decided to quit.
"Are you awake?"
"Yes." Here it comes, I thought.
"What time do you want to get up?" He reached for the clock.
I was so relieved and almost choked with laughter.
"Well?"
"I'm sorry."
"Were you expecting me to ask to climb in with you?"
"Something like that, I guess. I'm sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about. I'm not the bed-hopping type either. If you and I ever want to, then I'll consider it ... not before. Sex has its purposes, it's not a continual or continuous thing. I'm tired, not excited."
"Six-thirty will be fine. How about you?"
"Same," he replied setting the clock. "Good night."
"Good night," I replied.
He climbed into bed and I didn't hear another sound out of him.
The next morning, we got up, dressed, and left for classes. This went on for almost a week before he.said anything else. On Friday evening he approached me.
"Pamela?"
"Yes."
"Now that we're roommates ... at least, it seems that we are now ... what do we do."
"What's the problem."
"I'm stiff, frankly."
"Well. . "
He smiled. "Miss Pamela, may I proposition you for tonight. Will you share my bed with me?"
I laughed. "Mr. David, I accept."
"Fuck the homework," he said, slamming the text close. "I'm too damned hot to study."
Getting up he came around the table. Putting a hand on each of my shoulders he kissed the back of my neck. Then he squeezed the muscles, gently and said, "Come on, sweetheart, react."
I grinned. "Make me."
He sighed. "You are impossible, but nice. I'll try. Just don't resist too hard."
"I'll try not to."
As I stood up he put his arms around me. His mouth found mine and we kissed and his tongue probed into my mouth and then twined with my tongue. I felt my skin beginning to prickle and itch. My tits were feeling that sort of hollow way, like they often did. And I was having trouble breathing evenly.
He was panting already and sweating profusely. He let go of my mouth. "Good girl," he said as he ducked to kiss the side of my neck. I shivered.
His hands were running up and down my back, in under my arms and over my tits. He massaged them through the material of my dress. I wore only the dress and shoes ... nothing else.
He soon found out. The dress was one of those with a gathered neck so that he could stretch the neckline down. When he did, he took my melons in each hand. Bending his head he began kissing them all over.
I felt my pussy react and the muscles in the pit of my belly contracted hard, making me feel slightly giddy and empty. I swallowed hard.
I began unbuttoning his shirt. He wore no undershirt, so I could put my hands flat on his hairy chest. He jumped at the initial contact before pushing back against me. I began rubbing his chest and the infantile nipples there.
Moaning he sucked a nipple from my tit into his mouth. His hands slid the dress down over my shoulders, freeing them.
His hands then went down over my torso to the short hem of my skirt.
Up under he discovered that my flesh was naked.
He slapped my ass. "That's a soft pillow you got there, sweetheart." He rubbed and then smacked me again. With both his hands on my ass, he pulled me against him, rubbing his stiff prick against my cunt.
When I slid my hands down to his belt, he backed off. As soon as I had shoved his slacks down over his hips, he lifted the front of my dress and our bare crotches rubbed together.
I gasped from the shock as his flesh, hot and wet, touched mine. He kissed me again, all the time rubbing his prick into my pussy. He ground both his mouth and his pelvis into my body, exciting me into ecstasy.
"Get this encumbrance off," he murmured into my ear as he lifted my dress up to my tits. Pulling it off, he stepped back from his fallen slacks. He removed his shirt, as well.
"Stand back, hon, and let me look at you," I said. He stood back a couple of steps.
He was taller that I ... over six feet and built like a big 'V. His head was just right for his frame, being neither too large nor too small. His black hair was long and curled tightly all over his head. His face was well moulded and his eyebrows were uneven, giving his otherwise, perfect face, character.
His broad shoulders, bulging with long rippling muscles, tapered into a slim waist and slender hips. His legs bulged with heavy muscles from much sports.
He had slender feet and hands, but strong.
But his cock was of main interest now. It was huge. Eleven inches of heavy rounded meat waved in front of his belly. With his legs slightly parted, I got a good view of his tremendous nuts. They were hanging in then-sac, bulging from it almost.
He grinned and turned around. "Like it from the back, too?"
His ass was tight and rounded under a long straight full back. He wiggled his ass at me, deliberately invoking my response. He turned back around.
"Now I'll tell you waht you look like."
"No need to, I already know."
"I always tell a woman what she looks like, it makes her sexier."
"There's no..."
"You're hair is like the blazing sun at noon-fiery red, shiny. Your face is pure and innocent with sea-green eyes a man could lose himself in. Your mouth is a cherry, waiting to be plucked."
He leaned forward and kissed my eyes and lips as he spoke of them.
"Your neck is a marble pillar, slender and straight. Your shoulders are slopes of delight down which any man would love to slip his hands, so that he might hold your yielding mountains, so pink and white and warm in his hands."
He was kissing along as he spoke, his tongue leaving a crisscross of wet warm trails behind him across my flesh.
"Such beautiful tits. So soft," he squeezed them, "so smooth," he ran his hands across them, "so full!" He grabbed one in each hand.
He was right, I was feeling much more sexy than before.
"Your belly," he got down on his knees, "is flat and soft and gently rounded like a wide plain over which I could ride and ride for hours." He kissed across my belly and stuck his tongue into my navel.
It tickled and I wiggled. When he kept doing that, I began giggling.
"Am I so hilarious as all that," he asked in mock sulk.
"No,'. I gasped, "funnier. But it's fun." Reaching down, I took his head in my hands and kissed his face.
CONCLUSION
Pamela stopped her discussion there. She couldn't seem to share any more with me, and I didn't want to push her, at least during the second session. Hopefully, she could continue in greater length in the future.
Pamela did come back to me, again and again, and through intensive therapy and study of her emotional instability in terms of sexual activity, she was able to open a new world for herself, to understand exactly what it was she wanted from men, and from herself.
CASE NUMBER TWO CAROL
INTERVIEW ONE:
NOTES:
Carol was a full-bodied brunette, and strangely enough, was the only case of a teenager who was married, that I have had. She was referred to me by a friend whom I had treated earlier that year.
Carol had many physical ailments about which to complain but she had sense enough to know that they were all a result of her emotional instability, and the inability to deal with her problems.
Her problem was much more severe than any I had dealt with up to this point-she was, in fact, having intercourse with her stepfather, even now that she was married.
"Oh, Doctor, I've just got to tell somebody," she groaned, soon after arranging herself in the chair next to my desk. "My nerves are all shot and I'm just falling apart. You've just got to help me find an answer.doctor. Before I go out of my mind!"
"Exactly what is it that's troubling you, Mrs. C.? "
"Almost everything, Doctor. What I mean is that every time I stop and think what I'm doing-what I've become-I want to put a gun to my head and end it all. But I can't help myself. Honest, I can't. And believe me, I've tried."
"Suicide never solves anything, Mrs. C. It only-"
"Well tell me, Doctor. What do you think of a woman who cheats on her husband with her stepfather? I can't think of anything more vile and contemptible, can you? And yet, like I say, I find it impossible to end the sick relationship. I'm drawn to my stepfather like a nail too a magnet."
"When did you and your stepfather initiate this relationship?"
"It started shortly after my thirteenth birthday-about eight months after my mother was committed to the asylum."
"Your mother was committed to an insane-"
"Yes, Doctor. And she's still there. No one can determine just what's wrong with her, but she's been in a severe state of depression for years now. She wont talk to anyone and eats only because they feed her."
"I see. Tell me about your stepfather, Mrs.
C. Had he made any attempts to draw you into this relationship while your mother was living at home?"
"No, not one. We were always very close, though. I mean we joked around a lot and played games-nothing sexual, Doctor-and I guess because I was an only child he wanted to give me a lot of attention. But then when my mother was sent away he seemed to grow more serious, and once in a while I'd catch him staring at me in a strange way."
"You mean you got the impression your stepfather was thinking of you in sexual terms? That he was harboring ideas of seducing you?"
"Yes, I guess that was my immediate thought. And what helped to strengthen that impression was the fact that I wanted him to make a sexual overture. My stepfather was and still is an extraordinarily handsome man, Doctor Preston, that's his name, is tall and well-built, with clear blue eyes and dark, curly hair. And at forty he's a comparatively young man."
"You're not saying now that you instigated the relationship, are you, Mrs. C?"
"No, I didn't seduce my stepfather, if that's what you mean. But I was a rapidly maturing girl and I wanted him to lay me so badly that I didn't make any effort to dissuade him. And I never dreamed that any kind of lasting relationship would come of a single fuck, but as it turned out, neither of us was satisfied with one screwing session."
"And so now you've been having sexual relations with your stepfather for about five years. Is that correct?"
"Yes, Doctor. And I'm so awfully ashamed of my behavior. I love my husband very much and just the thought of what would happen to our marriage if he found out about ... well, like I say, even the knowledge that I'm endangering my marriage and my husband's happiness isn't enough to stop me. I'm so sick of all the lying and cheating and sneaking around-but the longest I've been able to stay away from Preston is one month. Then I start getting the itch to see him again."
"I take it then that you find sex with your husband unrewarding."
"On the contrary, Doctor. Jack is a better than adequate lover and I almost always attain orgasm with him. And I am no nymphomaniac, believe me. But ... it's just that...."
"Mrs. C, if I'm going to be of any help to you I must be told everything you think will help me to help. Now if your husband is satisfying you sexually then-"
"But that's the whole point, Doctor. He is and he isn't. Oh dammit, it's all so horribly mixed up."
"You'll have to clarify that for me, Mrs. C."
"Well, what I'm trying to say is that while Jack performs his husbandly duties very well, there's something that's., . . well, missing. Something my stepfather taught me to appreciate years ago. Something that, try as I might, I can't live without. I crave it like a thirsty man craves water."
"And exactly what is this 'something' that you crave?"
The patient hesitated for quite some time before answering. Then in a rather low, timid voice said, "I need ... I need to be thoroughly dominated and ... and sometimes sexually abused."
"I see. Then you are a masochist, is that right?"
"I ... yes, I guess I am, Doctor. It's horribly shameful to admit that you enjoy being humiliated and forced to grovel like an animal ... but unfortunately it's the sad truth. My stepfather added spanking and other brutalities to our relationship when I was about fourteen. And ... and I discovered the strange attraction and great pleasure these painful acts held for me. Now I find that unless my stepfather degrades me at least once a month, I start falling apart mentally."
"Uh huh. Does your stepfather enjoy brutalizing other females or does he reserve the acting out of his sadistic impulses for you?"
"I don't know if he has a girlfriend, Doctor, if that's what you mean."
"Has it occurred to you that you might be able to satisfy this hunger for defilement in the marital bed? Have you told your husband about your need for rougher sex, or suggested that he try coming on stronger with you?"
"Oh shit, no. I could never do that, doctor.
Jack would think I was some kind of pervert. He's kind and gentle and very sweet. He wouldn't dream of abusing me in any way. If I told him to rough me up, even a little, he'd probably send me to stay with my mother 'in the asylum."
"I think you underestimate your husband's capacity to understand and accommodate, Mrs. C. It may very well be that I'll eventually recommend your confiding in him-that is, if you're genuinely interested in resolving the problem and strengthening your marriage."
"Oh, Doctor, I am, I am! I want nothing more than to be faithful to Jack and to start a family with him. It's just that I can't control this awful need to be sexually mistreated."
"How long have you and your husband been married?"
"A little less than a year, Doctor."
"I see. And your stepfather gave the wedding his blessings.? "
"Yes, he did. He wasn't able to attend the ceremony because he was out of town on business. But he sent some beautiful gifts to the house. I want you to understand, Doctor, that when I married Jack I fully intended to terminate my relationship with Preston. But ... but I wasn't strong enough. Not then and not now."
"Does your stepfather exert any type of pressure on you, Mrs. C? By that I mean does he threaten to expose this relationship or in any way coerce you into-"
"No, he doesn't, Doctor. He's told me often that I can end the relationship at any time with no hard feelings. In fact, I've told him a number of times that it was over. But it never is."
"All right, Mrs. C. You've provided me with enough preliminary information for one interview. Now I'd like you to describe as accurately as possible your last meeting with your stepfather."
Okay, Doctor. Well, I last saw Preston four days ago-that would be Thursday of last week. My husband is a salesman and all last week he was in Cleveland attending a convention. I was feeling lonely and a little down in the dumps, and the urge to see my stepfather for some painful sex was beginning to creep over me.
I tried everything I could think of to take my mind off this nagging need to be defiled. But nothing worked. So I found myself phoning Preston and asking if he would like to screw me.
Of course he said yes-he hasn't turned me down yet-so I threw on some clothes, hopped into my car and drove to his place in the city.
My stepfather is a very successful draftsman and he has a gorgeous penthouse apartment. He had an expert interior decorator furnish the apartment and it's all done in soft browns and golds and ... well, you know, it's very sensuous looking.
Anyway, when I got there he had my drink waiting. We chatted for a little while, very civilized-like as if neither one of us wanted to admit the reason for my presence.
But already my pussy was purring in anticipation of the spanking I knew he'd administer with great gusto. And my anus was itching because I knew he'd follow the brutal spanking with a savage sodomizing. It had been close to a month since I'd felt the delicious pleasure-pain of a vigorous ass-fucking, and just the thought of my stepfather's seven inch cock burrowing up into my bowels was enough to send shivers of lust up my spine.
Well, I guess he sensed my eagerness because it wasn't long before he suggested we finish our drinks and get on with the "bottom warming," as he called it. Already I could see the big transformation taking place in Preston-he was speaking in a stern voice and using vulgar language, his eyes suddenly seemed coated with a sheet of intense heat.
He took me by the arm and led me from the bar to the middle of his large living room, then he turned me to face him and ordered me to remove all my clothes except the panties. I started to unzip my dress, and with his eyes glued to mine he began taking off his own clothes.
I was very hot by this time and I hurried to bare my body for my stepfather. And so it wasn't long before I was standing only in my white briefs, the gooey lubricating juice oozing from my excited cunt plastering the silky garment to my warm crotch.
When Preston was bare-assed naked I emitted a sharp grunt of lust and reached for his already thickened cock. My fingers curled lovingly around that beautifully swollen length of hard meat and I proceeded to stroke it tenderly.
Suddenly my stepfather shot out his hand and slapped me very hard across the face. He said I was an impudent little devil, who must be punished for her audacity. There was a menacing expression on his attractive face and his eyes burned with lust.
But of course this was all a game. We had played it many, many times before. I was the erring little girl whose naughty behavior demanded that she be chastised, and he was the dominating, all-powerful figure who would see to it that I received my just desserts.
And so I just smiled a silly smile when he slapped me a second time, refusing to release his thick, throbbing tool which I cradled in the warm palm of my hand. He cursed me loud and long and said I would pay dearly for such disobedience. Then he reached for my breasts with both hands and proceeded to squeeze my melons unmercifully.
I groaned in pain as his fingers dug into the resilient flesh of my tender boobs. My eyes closed and a few tears began to slide down my flushed face-but still I held onto that marvelous manhood, the one that would send me to seventh heaven as it trundled up into my aching rectum.
Soon he was squeezing my hurting breasts with one hand and with the other roughly massaging my dark snatch. He was treating me cruelly, calling me every name in the book-and I was loving it. And only when he suddenly rammed three fingers deep into my sex hole did I let go of his great organ.
A groan of pain burst from between my lips and I doubled over, the fact that he had pulled violently on my left boob while jamming his fingers up into my leaking vagina adding to my torment. I hobbled around the room like that, moving in crazy circles as bent over and clutching my hurting hole I moaned in agony.
Preston was right on my heels, whacking my taut, panty-clad posterior and delighting in my shrieks of complaint. He followed me all around the room, pinching and prodding my soft flesh, taunting me in the vilest language.
Finally, he moved in very close behind me, his hard middle pressed warmly against my derriere. Reaching down and under, he again wrapped his hard hands around my tender tits and with a violent jerk brought me erect.
While kneading my spongy globes and worrying the rosy nipples with his thick fingers, Preston pressed his hairy chest against my smooth back and ground his pelvis into my pantied-derriere. He was arousing and hurting me at the same time, and my pitiful whimpers of pleasure-pain evidenced that fact.
He breathed hotly into my ear and asked when Jack had screwed me last. I told him and he chortled, saying it would take a small army to satisfy a cock-crazy trollop like me.
We stood like that for a minute or so, my stepfather roughly massaging my quivering boobs and grinding his middle into my sheathed-seat as I swayed in his strong grasp and whimpered happily. I was really creaming in my pants now, the feel of Preston's hard prick resting in the crevice of my ass adding measurably to my excitement.
After a while he loosened his grip on my boobs. Instinctively, I turned to face my stepfather, my arms drifting around to encircle his well-muscled back and my lips parting in invitation to a kiss.
But again Preston chortled arrogantly, placing his .hands on my shoulders and applying downward pressure as he told me what it was he wanted kissed. Playing my part to the hilt-impudent rebellion resulting in chastisement was the name of the game-I protested strongly as he forced me to my knees and proceeded to rub my face into his warm, odorous loins.
With his thick fingers entwined in my long black hair, he used my pretty face like a washcloth and cleaned his cock and balls and the surrounding flesh. Because I knew he expected it, because it made the punishment to follow that much more exciting, I pretended to be horrified by his foul treatment of me.
Truth was, the sight of my stepfather's throbbing tool and the intoxicating aroma of his crotch triggered the flow of additional love fluid from my aroused cunt. A wave of masochistic joy swept over and around me, and now I wanted nothing more than to have Preston's hot prick stuffed into my hungry mouth.
And soon he was obliging me, twisting my ears and "forcing" me to open wide and take his pulsing pecker into my mouth. Tears of joy and pain trickling down my cheeks, I parted my lips and commenced nibbling the purplish head of my stepfather's swollen shaft.
But I'm not a very good actress, and the fact that my body was tingling in anticipation of the vicious spanking to follow made it almost impossible to feign disgust--or even annoyance. So soon I was chewing on that mighty manhood with an eagerness born of desire, sucking Preston's fleshy spear into my mouth with a lusty enthusiasm.
And while I bobbed and weaved my head over his turgid rod he continued his scathing vilification, knowing full well that I relished the verbal abuse, the vulgar taunts, almost as much as the physical punishment he would shortly administer.
I sucked with total abandon, his course and explicit denunciation of my character spurring me on to greater and greater effort. Without shame or remorse-that would come later-I vacuumed my handsome stepfather's meaty pole into my hungry mouth, savoring the salacious pulsing of that slimy organ as it slid wetly in and out.
At one point I allowed Preston's dick to pop from between my pursed lips and, feeling very much like a young maiden paying homage to a great god, began to use my tongue on his hairy scrotal sac. I licked lovingly but in earnest, my head weaving and tilting as I swabbed his big balls with my stroking, jabbing tongue.
My hands slid around his hips to his bottom, fingers slipping easily into the narrow crevice separating the ass-cheeks. I jabbed at his anus with a finger, then, without warning, shot the finger up into his rectum.
He grunted in pleasure as, still tongue-teasing his testicles, I began pistoning my middle finger in his clammy shit chute. This was the kind of dual stimulation I knew my stepfather favored, one which would fan the flame of lust and inspire him to subject me to utterly delightful perversions.
It wasn't long before I was again stuffing his pulsing pecker into my hungry mouth and feasting like a ravenous bitch. I sucked and nibbled and licked for all I was worth, savoring this moment of servile worship and my stepfather's guttural grunts of approval.
Then suddenly he was yanking fiercely on my hair, causing me to emit a shriek of pain as once again he pulled me up to my feet. Telling me he knew how to handle prick-hungry harlots, he roughly grabbed me by the arms and spun me around. He shoved me toward the long couch and I stumbled forward, falling to my knees as I reached the couch.
Hauled to my feet still another time, I awaited his next deliciously depraved command as he moved around me and sat on the edge of the couch. I shuddered with excitement because I had a fair idea of what was coming-I was going to be brutally spanked, my creamy bottom to be stung by my stepfather's sizzling swats.
Glaring menacingly, he ordered me to take down my panties and prepare for a fanny walloping. Knowing he would appreciate it, I tried feigning embarrassment and shame, but the speed with which I lowered my white briefs to my knees and then draped myself across his waiting lap no doubt destroyed the pretense.
I pressed the right side of my flushed face into the couch, clenched my fists and wriggled my fanny as I awaited that first exquisitely painful smack. And it wasn't long in coming.
I emitted a shrill cry, following that with a long moan of pleasure when my stepfather's hard hand descended on my tender derriere. He announced his intent to beat on my bottom until his arm grew weary, then smacked my seat a second time. And a third.
Soon he was pummeling my reddening posterior with a vengeance, callling me a "naughty little girl" who deserved to have her fanny flayed regularly. I twisted and squirmed on his lap, tears of pleasure washing my face as time and again my stepfather's hand came crashing down against my aching ass.
I arched my bottom to greet his punishing hand, each fierce blow to my bottom suffusing me with intense masochistic happiness. He whacked my left ass-cheek and then the right, alternating between the spongy half-moons of flesh and thrilling me with his filthy language and repeated swats across my tender tail.
I interrupted the patient at this point because we were fast approaching the end of the interview hour and there were a few questions I wanted to ask before she left the office. Frankly, I was not fully convinced of Mrs. C.'s sincerity. Had she come to my office guilt-ridden and for the purpose of securing professional advice, or was she an exhibitionist as well as a masochist? In other words, was she using this time to titillate herself by recounting graphically an experience with her stepfather?
I decided to take a circuitous route to the answer and asked the patient if she had taken one or more lovers during her marriage.
"Of course not, Doctor," was her quick answer. "I haven't been married even a year yet. And I love my husband. I have absolutely no desire to engage in any extra-marital affairs."
"Except with your stepfather, correct?"
"Doctor. I've told you how badly I want to end that sickening relationship. That's why I'm here. I want you to give me the will power, the strength to end it. I'm too weak-willed and-"
"I cannot give you the 'strength' to end the affair, Mrs. C. You and you alone will have to work up the courage to do that. We must first get at the root of your masochism, then proceed to discover if a satisfactory solution to your problem can be achieved with your husband's understanding assistance."
"But ... but then he'll know that I'm ... I'm..."
"If you're sure of his love, Mrs. C, then you should have nothing to worry about. In any event, I see no alternative but to ask your husband in for a little chat. Not now-but sometime in the near future."
"Well, if you think that's best, Doctor."
"I do. Now tell me, Mrs. C, aside from a strong, overpowering attraction to your stepfather, in the physical sense, would you say that you're in love with him?"
"No ... no, I'm not in love with him. I regard my stepfather as an understanding man who ... who knows what I need to be happy. He provides me with what the man I love is not providing."
"I see. Now do you blame yourself in any way that your mother was committed? I must ask for a truthful answer here, Mrs. C, because it is possible that your desire for punishment stems from some vague, subconscious belief that you were responsible for her being sent to an asylum."
"'I don't follow you, Doctor. How would that-"
"Isn't it possible that because you secretly harbored a passion for your stepfather you were glad when your mother was committed? With your mother out of the way you had your stepfather all to yourself. Perhaps you were wishing all along that your mother would go away, if not to an asylum then somewhere else. And when that wish came true, you reasoned that you were responsible."
"No, Doctor, that isn't true. It isn't."
"But you didn't shed too many tears when your mother was taken to the asylum, did you?"
"Well, I-"
"You wanted to cry, knew you should cry, but even though you were loathe to admit it you were glad she was gone. Now your stepfather could lavish all his attention on you. And it was here, Mrs. C, that the seed of guilt was planted. It grew and grew, little by little, and was watered each time Preston made love to you. Because you realized you were receiving the pleasure which rightfully belonged to your mother."
"Oh, Doctor, I don't know. It's all so confusing. I can't understand any of it. Maybe you're right, maybe ... oh, I just don't know!"
"I think that is what's driving you again and again into your stepfather's arms. From him you receive the punishment you think you justly deserve. As for Preston, he may or may not be aware of the reason you meet with him. No doubt he is simply content to have a convenient outlet for his sadistic impulses."
"But wouldn't I be fully conscious of my-"
"No, not necessarily, Mrs. C. One's mind often works in mysterious and unfathomable fashion. This shadowy, ill-defined sense of guilt I speak of, lurks in the back of your mind and surfaces from time to time demanding to be assuaged. Then, too, the fact that you have a basically satisfying marriage further promotes this feeling of guilt."
"Well, I guess it's plausible but...."
"Give it some serious thought, Mrs. C. When you fully understand the reason behind your intense need to be punished, you'll have taken a giant step on the road to inner contentment. And of course you must also realize that the guilt you harbor is devoid of all reason. To blame yourself for your mother's mental illness and subsequent removal to an asylum is foolish and completely unnecessary. Concerning your guilt over betraying your husband-that will of course vanish when you cease visiting your stepfather. And he, Preston, could do with more than a little counseling, himself."
"All right, doctor. I'll try to do as you say."
"Good. And it goes without saying that you should avoid your stepfather from here on in. His presence on the scene when we are trying to bring you to a better understanding of yourself and your motivations can only be damaging."
"Yes, I understand that."
"And do consider confiding in your husband, Mrs. C. I think the anxiety you feel now will be greatly relieved once you have confessed to him this most unfortunate relationship with your stepfather."
The patient agreed to consider my advice, and after chatting very briefly about her husband we agreed to the day and hour of her second therapeutic session. Then she left my office.
INTERVIEW TWO:
NOTES:
The advice and suggestions given to a patient by a well-meaning psychologist do on occasion backfire, sometimes seriously damaging the doctor-patient relationship.
I had made a serious error in judgment when suggesting to Carol C. that she confess her relationship with her sadistic stepfather. No doubt I should have realized that her husband, being a very young man, would be unable to simply forgive and forget, that knowledge of Carol C.'s involvement with Preston, for whatever reasons, would be too much for him to handle intelligently and with compassion.
But I had hoped that his love for the patient was strong enough to overcome his momentary shock and that he would be quick to offer understanding and guidance to his wife.
Help he did offer-but not in the manner I had expected, as the following transcript of my tape recording of Carol C.'s second interview will clearly demonstrate.
Doctor, what could you have been thinking of when you told me to tell my husband everything? I did as you suggested and in the process almost destroyed my marriage on the spot! It was awful-absolutely awful. Here, look at these bruises on my arms-and the bump on my head.
Jack exploded when I told him about Preston. I never saw him so angry. He was like a mad bull-totally uncontrollable. He started ranting and raving like a lunatic, throwing things around the bedroom and cursing me violently as I cowered in the bed.
Then all of a sudden he looked hard at me-an unbelievably mean and threatening look. Before I could make a move he was lunging toward me, shouting that if pain was what I wanted he'd do his damnedest to accommodate me.
And with that, he leaped up onto the bed and started climbing all over me. He ripped off my brassiere and panties and announced that from here on in he'd be the one to degrade me.
Then he flipped me over onto my belly and proceeded to tear into my tail. He used his hard hand at first, then a hairbrush he found on my dresser. After that, still not satisfied, he strapped my poor posterior with his belt and beat on it with one of his shoes.
I sobbed into the pillow and tried to apologize for my behavior with Preston. I begged to be forgiven, Doctor, but Jack completely ignored my tearful pleas and moans of pain and continued pummeling my flaming fanny.
Then suddenly I felt his weight on my lower body. He was roughly prying my legs apart and maneuvering into position. I felt his large swollen cock straining against my anus and realized then that he intended to sodomize me furiously.
I was afraid to move or even complain any more for fear my husband would go completely berserk and kill me. He was like an enraged animal, Doctor, and when he rammed his thick cock up into my rectum without first greasing up I thought I'd die from the intense agony.
I started yelling my head off and pounding the pillow with my clenched fists. But Jack hit me a vicious blow to the side of the head and told me to shut my stinking mouth. Very sarcastically he asked how come I was putting up such a fuss? If I liked pain so much, then how come I was complaining?
Well, to make a long story short, my husband spent all that night seeing to it that I suffered greatly. After digging up my aching shit chute with his relentlessly churning cock, he made me take his filthy organ in my mouth and suck it clean.
Then he made me masturbate with a candle while he savagely kneaded my tender breasts. Later I had to chew on his smelly anus and inhale the farts he blew into my mouth, then he ... ohh, Doctor, it was just awful. There was no pleasure for me at all-none whatever. I spent that night in hell, enduring my husband's humiliating taunts and physical abuse and wondering if I hadn't delivered a fatal blow to my marriage.
Following the patient's account of her husband's irate reaction to her confession, I apologized for my error in judgment. I considered myself fortunate that this mistake didn't destroy Carol's trust in me. Naturally, she was extremely displeased, yet when I suggested seeing her husband she promised to try to talk him into paying me a visit.
"Do you think it'll do any good?" she asked.
"It certainly can't do any harm," I answered. "Learning of your infidelity with Preston was more of a shock for Jack than I had thought it would be, Mrs. C. But I think that when he calms down, and after I carefully and quietly explain to him your problem, he'll view the matter in a different light."
"Oh, I hope so, Doctor. I just pray that I haven't lost Jack for good."
CONCLUSION:
Fortunately for all concerned, the story has a happy ending.
As I had hoped, once the patient's husband understood clearly his wife's problem he blushingly apologized for his violent display of temper and offered to be of whatever assistance he could to me and Carol C.
Together we were able to guide Mrs. C. along the path of understanding. Slowly but surely she began to realize that her guilt feelings did in fact have their origin in what she thought at the time to be a shameful reaction to other mental illness and subsequent confinement in an institution.
Fate had a hand in the patient's recovery, too. At the beginning of Carole C.'s fifth interview, she told me that Preston, her sadistic stepfather, had lost his life in an airplane crash. It seems that while en route to England, where Preston was headed to act as consultant for an engineering firm, the plane developed mechanical difficulties and plunged into the Atlantic.
It would be incorrect to say that the three of us, the patient, her husband and myself, were overcome with joy at the news of this tragedy. Life, in whatever form, is sacred.
Yet, it cannot be denied that a sense of relief washed over us when we learned of Preston's demise. As long as he remained within traveling distance for Carol C, he posed a constant threat to her emotional equilibrium.
With her stepfather no longer on the scene as a reminder of the painful past, Carol C.'s attempt to organize her thoughts and develop a guiltless frame of mind was made considerably easier.
CASE NUMBER THREE PENELOPE
INTERVIEW ONE:
NOTES:
Penelope had a way of speaking that, were I a so-called normal grownup, and not a psychoanalyst, I would have termed insolent. She was certainly one of the most outspoken young ladies with whom I've come into contact, and in this society, that should be an admired factor. She did not hesitate one bit to say anything that was on her mind, and she knew quite a bit about herself-including the fact that she was extremely pretty.
I took on Penelope particularly because she came to me soon after Carol, and their problems were similar. I wanted to discover if any trends in incestuous daughter-stepfather relationships occurred.
To the best of my knowledge, Penelope is still touring the country with her stepfather, who is a self-ordained man of the cloth. Penelope's mother died shortly after divorcing her first husband and marrying this wandering preacher, whose religious beliefs are as strange as any you might care to encounter.
Penelope welcomed the repeated advances of her sixty-year-old stepfather. Promiscuous Penelope actively encouraged what she termed "the most thrilling and satisfying sexual relationship any girl could wish for" and during the two interviews I had with her did not hesitate to state, with no little pride, that her stepfather was a fantastic stud.
It was suggested to Penelope by a physician that she seek psychiatric counseling immediately. The good doctor, no doubt tiring of treating the sex-hungry Penelope for gonorrhea so often, was evidently at the end of his wits.
So, having nothing better to do one afternoon, Penelope drifted into my office and asked my secretary for an appointment. The date of the first session was agreed to, and so it was that I came face to face with this beautiful but most unconventional young lady.
"I don't often see a patient unless he or she had been sent to me by another physician," I informed Penelope after she had settled her curvaceous form into a chair near my desk. "But I made an exception in your case because my secretary said you appeared very distraught."
"Hey, about that, Doc?" Penelope grinned. "I guess I'm a better actress than I thought."
"Now listen, young lady," I said, not bothering to disguise my irritation. "I am a very busy man. I don't have time to play games. There are many people with serious emotional problems who need my help, so unless you have a problem-"
"Oh, I've got lots of problems, Doc. Hmmm, let me see now, which one should I tell you about first."
"I think it best if you leave right now," I said, rising from my desk chair. "It's obvious that you came here just to waste my very valuable time."
"Oh, sit down, Doctor. I do have a problem, I guess."
It was at this point that Penelope R. told me about the physician who had treated her for gonorrhea and who had strongly suggested that she visit a psychologist. Her problem, and she was not at all sure that it was a problem, centered around her love of men.
"Is nymphomania really so bad, Doc?" she asked seriously. "I mean, just because a girl needs a lot of sex to keep her happy doesn't prove that she's mentally sick. Does it?"
I sank back into my chair, realizing that I was fast becoming intrigued with this strange, free-thinking teenager. I couldn't help but wonder what role her stepfather had played, was playing, in her unceasing quest for sexual happiness.
Penelope seemed more than eager to tell me of her vast experience with the male sex, and since she was paying for my time and because I had no other urgent business to attend to I decided it would do no harm to listen to her. Of even more importance was the possibility that her story would contribute to my knowledge of intra-family relationships.
"All right, then, Penelope," I said finally, reaching toward the tape recorder on my desk. "I'll just flip on the recorder and you can begin talking."
"What should I say? Where do I begin, Doctor?"
"Say anything you like and begin where you want to."
"Oh, all right," Penelope said, appearing momentarily confused.
What follows then is a transcript of this initial therapeutic session. I have excluded my own comments in an effort to lend verisimilitude to Penelope's rather shocking disclosures.
Well, I guess the first thing I should do is describe my wonderful stepfather for you, Doctor. He is a beautiful, beautiful man. A real genius, that's for sure. He's tall and strong and full of energy. His eyes are a royal blue, clear and very bright. And he has long, pure white hair, which whips his face when he gets excited during a sermon.
Elliott, that's my stepfather's name, is a ruggedly handsome man. But he's compassionate, too. And very understanding, Doctor. That's why he's so successful as a preacher. People can sense that my stepfather is sincere and that he's trying to save their souls from eternal damnation.
Well, that's enough about my stepfather's appearance. Oh, but I must tell you what I love best about him, Doc. It's his unbelievably large cock and his fantastic sexual prowess. Elliott turns me on like nobody else. I'm getting hot just thinking about him.
You know something, Doc. I never believed those stories about huge pricks. I figured that was just the way a sex novelist dirtied his book a little. You know, the character with the elephantine prick who fucks all the women in the book and has them pleading for more of his great tool.
I was screwing around a lot even before my stepfather and I started making it together. I've fucked dozens of men, Doc, but I've never met one with the kind of cock, well, let me describe Elliot's tremendous tool to you.
Believe it or not, my stepfather's prize prick is no less than ten inches long when erect. Now that's a cock to turn a girl's head. And it's very thick, at least seven inches in circumference. The head is big and shiny, and it gets all purple-like when he's very excited sexually.
And what really makes my stepfather the greatest is that he knows how to use his prodigious cock. I mean, he's not the wham, bam, thank you, ma'am, type of lover. He knows what it's all about and he takes his time with a woman. Not only doesn't he want to hurt the female, but he's very eager to give her pleasure.
like I say, I've screwed an awful lot of guys for a girl my age. Young ones, old ones, ugly and handsome, tall and short, but none compare favorably with my stepfather when it comes to patience and the ability to provide a girl with a whole bunch of hot orgasms. Elliot stands alone as an example of a big-pricked man who screws a female with love and not sheer lust.
So, let's see now. I guess maybe I should tell you something about little old me. I'm really such a beautiful and fascinating and lovable creature, aren't I, Doc? Hey, you could at least agree with me instead of sitting there with a blank expression on your face. You know, I think you're kinda cute-even if you don't smile very often.
Well, anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, I wanted to say a few words about myself. I was born in Dayton, Ohio, seventeen years ago and spent eight years there before my folks moved to New York. My real father was a salesman at that time and he moved around the country a lot. I liked him but he and my mother were always fighting. I guess that's why she decided to divorce him-too many arguments, you know.
Then my mother met Elliot. He really impressed her and it wasn't long before they were married. I think for the first time my mother was truly happy, Doc-no doubt Elliot's great prick contributed in large measure to her happiness. She would laugh and sing and didn't mind a bit that we never stayed any one place long enough to plant some roots.
Late at night I would hear them making love. I wasn't making it with Elliot yet, but my mother's sobs of pleasure and the way she obviously worshipped his beautifully big bone was giving me ideas. I was getting a little tired of fucking the local studs in whatever town we happened to be in, and I was eager to see if my cunt could contain my stepfather's fleshy sword.
But then, well, we learned that my mother had terminal cancer. It was only six months from the time the doctor told us she was so ill to the time she died. I really loved my mother so I cried a lot when she died-I even stopped screwing around so much. For a while there, I guess I lost the urge to fuck.
But my little pussy couldn't stay quiet for very long. Soon I was dreaming about being dicked again, my cunt creaming at just the thought of a man's throbbing cock. And when I dreamed about being plugged, I dreamed about my stepfather doing the plugging. He was a preacher and I guess I wanted to be blessed with his mighty prick.
Well, nature took its course, as they say. Three months after my mother died, my stepfather buried his fantastic instrument in my vagina. Naturally, it hurt quite a bit that first time. But there was also great pleasure for me. In fact, thinking back now, I knew even then that I could travel the length and breadth of the country and still not find a stud to compare with my stepfather.
Here, let me set the scene of this initial impalement for you, Doc. We were in Mississippi-my stepfather was touring the South, working in the small rural towns-and we were staying in an old rooming house in Willowville.
I was in my room reading when my stepfather came home. It was very late but I wanted to wait up for him. Even though I was growing up, he always looked in on me when he came home after preaching to the town folks. I didn't always attend his services but he didn't seem to mind that too much.
Anyway, there I was in bed with nothing on except a rather tattered old nightgown. And the reason I was naked underneath had to do with my need for a plugging. I really don't like to play with myself, Doctor. Rubbing yourself between the legs and diddling your clit just can't compare with the pleasure received from a live, throbbing prick.
But I was masturbating this particular night since the stud who was going to lay me had chickened out. I was reading one of those real dirty paperbacks. You know the kind I mean, where the girl gets her pussy pronged on every other page. I can even remember the name of the book. It was called, "Dawn Comes" and it was all about this housewife who decides to, well, you're not interested in that, are you?
Anyway, I was reading this real groovy novel and playing with myself at the same time. The story was very well-written and it was holding my attention, except every once in a while my mind would drift and I'd think of my stepfather's giant penis.
My pussy lubricates very quickly and this particular night the juices were really flowing. I was very, very wet down there between my legs and my clit was erect and quivering. My vagina was hot and my nipples were crusty points of hard flesh. In short, I needed to get fucked in the worst way.
Every time I thought of Elliot's great cock-I hadn't seen his organ in the flesh but I dreamed a lot about it-my cunt would start twitching and still more sticky stuff would ooze out of my love hole. I would close my eyes and try to imagine how my stepfather's tremendous tool would feel sliding in and out of my body.
When I heard Elliot coming up the stairs, I quickly stuffed the paperback under the pillows. Then I rearranged my nightgown and reached for the Bible on the night table next to the bed. That's how I was when he tapped on the door-in bed, my back propped with pillows, clad only in an old nightgown and pretending to read about the birth of Jesus.
I called out that he could enter my bedroom. Elliot opened the door, smiled that beautiful smile of his and asked if everything was all right. I answered that I was feeling fine-which was a lie since every fiber of my being cried out for a thick, pile-driving prick-and asked if he had collected much money from those who had attended his sermon.
He just shrugged and smiled again. I smiled back, Doctor, and our eyes locked for a long time. We often found ourselves staring at each other like that, with our eyes seemingly intent on piercing the other's soul. I guess I was trying to convey my great need for his great prick.
Anyway, instead of wishing me a good night and closing the door, he walked slowly into the bedroom and then sat on the side of my bed. He asked me if I was sure everything was all right, and I said sure I was sure and why didn't he believe me.
He answered that my face was flushed and that I was trying to read the Bible upside down. This embarrassed me quite a bit, but his warm chuckle and compassionate smile put me at ease. Then I chuckled, too, and placed my hand over one of his.
That's when it really began, Doctor. I think we both knew then that we were going to screw. No more lingering looks, no more joking around with not so subtle references to the sex act. The time had come to get down to the nitty-gritty. And we both knew it.
Without a word, but still smiling softly, Elliot removed his hand from under mine and placed it on my leg. The touch of that hand caused me to tremble with lust-that's how badly I needed his monstrous cock slamming up into my belly. And then he began to talk to me, telling me how much he missed my mother and how difficult it was for a man when there was no one around to attend to his needs.
We talked for a while, very quietly and seriously, and all the time his hand was stroking my leg, creeping ever higher until it was way up under my nightgown and gently massaging my thigh. It was absolutely impossible to remain still the way he was caressing me. I began to squirm a little on the bed, hoping that my stepfather would soon tire of trying to convince me that our relationship would become even better with the addition of sex, that such a relationship between us would be very natural and quite proper.
I just wanted him to whip out his great big prick and ram it into my hungry cunt. I was leaking copiously now, Doctor, all that gooey juice dribbling out of my aching love hole and forming a slimy pool at my ass-hole. A number of boys had fucked me in the ass, and now I began to wonder how Elliot's giant prick would feel crammed into my rear end.
And then, at long last, he took his hand out from under my nightgown and got off the bed.
Smiling down at me, he began to remove his preacher's clothes, the black trousers and jacket, the black shoes, his dark shirt, everything. Meanwhile, I was still squirming on the bed, emitting tiny grunts of lust as I massaged my leaking sex with both trembling hands.
It seemed to me like ages before he was completely nude. But then I saw him, his strong, muscular body devoid of clothes and his beautiful organ protruding from his loins and pulsing proudly. I was unable to stifle the gasp which burst from between my lips. like I said, I often thought of my stepfather's tool, but even my wildest dreams hadn't prepared me for the sight of such a gigantic cock.
It was simply magnificent, Doctor. I couldn't possibly describe what I felt at that moment. Love, lust, fear, need-every thing seemed to mix in my mind as I stared at Elliot's massive member. I was certain of only one thing: I would take my stepfather's elephantine cock into my mushy little cunt, or die trying.
I guess Elliot read some fear into my expression, because when he sat back down on the bed and again placed his hand on my leg he began trying to relax me. He promised he would be very gentle with me, and said that the last thing in the world he wanted to do was hurt me. If at any time I wanted to stop, he told me all I had to do was tell him and he would take his tool out.
I can't remember exactly what I said next, Doctor. I imagine I just mumbled my agreement. By this time, I could hardly think straight. My blood was boiling and the gunk running out of my needy twat was making a mess of the bed. You know by now, Doc, that I'm one girl who loves her screwing, but I couldn't remember ever being so filthy, fucking hot for a cock. I couldn't wait for my stepfather's huge instrument to come charging into my quivering cunt.
I think I was in a daze when he suggested that I sit up so that he could help remove my nightgown. Working together, with me lifting my bottom and squirming around some, we managed to bare my eager body. He told me to lie down after he placed my nightgown on a nearby chair, reminding me again that should the pain become unbearable I had only to tell him so and he would stop the screw.
But I had other ideas, Doctor. Even though I was only sixteen when my stepfather first fucked me, I had fucked a healthy number of male pricks. And now I wanted to take Elliot's fantastically large pecker into my mouth-at least as much of it as I could. I told him of my wish and he seemed very pleased, moving after a few seconds off the bed to stand next to it facing me.
I maneuvered around on the bed, swinging my legs over the side until I was sitting on the edge of the bed and staring greedily at my stepfather's beautiful, slightly swaying tool. It was going to be a jaw-stretching task, I knew, but one I would attempt with much, much enthusaism.
The tape of this initial interview with Penelope R. ends here. During the taping, while giving what I think the reader will agree was a detailed, if perhaps exaggerated, account of the beginning of her sordid relationship with her sixty-year-old stepfather, Penelope became increasingly excited.
At one point, when she was describing her reactions to seeing his large organ, she closed her eyes and slipped one hand up under her pleated white skirt. Seemingly oblivious to my presence, she proceeded to rub her crotch with one hand while squeezing her left breast through her blouse with the other.
I was mildly surprised but not shocked at her behavior. When one has spent almost a score of years treating the emotionally disturbed, he becomes somewhat immune to eccentricities of behavior and the casual use of the vernacular most patients indulge in when speaking of sex and describing to me their problems.
Penelope's problem, although as I mentioned earlier she refused to regard it as such, was simple nymphomania. If we can believe her story, it would appear that her stepfather played not an insignificant role in increasing her insatiable need for sex. To put it simply, he was feeding a ravenous animal. And I assume, still is.
Penelope was disappointed that her allotted time with me was up, and she was very quick to request a second session. Not that she wanted treatment of any kind, but because she was eager to complete her account of her initial sexual experience with her stepfather. With only a little reluctance did I grant this request.
I could not deny the fact that I was now extremely curious about this extraordinarily attractive and sexually loose young female. And I thought, although I should have known better, that I might just be able to help her realize the sinfulness of her relationship with her preacher stepfather. I was hoping that at heart she had some tiny misgivings, not only about having sex with Elliot but about her wanton behavior in general.
"Next Tuesday will be just fine, Doc," she said, smiling broadly after I agreed to see her again. "You see, you are interested in my life story. And maybe, even a little interested in me.
I ignored this last remark and told Penelope that I expected her to show up at my office on time. By agreeing to see her again I was hoping to impress upon her the fact that I thought she could benefit greatly from intense therapy. Yet, I wanted her to realize that my time was valuable and that if she had no intentions of showing up on Tuesday, then she could relinquish that time to someone who wanted and needed counseling, "I'll be there, Doc," she stated flatly. "My stepfather is in town seeing a Bible manufacturer. He's running here and there all day so I'm alone a lot. I'll be here, don't worry about that." She paused, then again flashed that dazzling smile. "Perhaps you'd like me to give you the number of the hotel room we're staying in. That way you could visit me and we could have a really interesting session. What do-"
"Do you and your stepfather share the same room when you travel around the country?" I asked, interrupting the grinning girl.
"Sure, why not, Doc? I mean, we fuck every chance we get and living together makes everything that much more convenient. Everybody thinks we're husband and wife, I guess."
"Oh, a sixty-year-old man and a seventeen-year-old girl?"
"Sure. Happens all the time. Surely you know that, Doctor."
"Let me ask you this, Penelope. Doesn't your stepfather object to your running around with other men? Does he permit you to have sexual relations with whomever you choose, when you choose?"
"By sexual relations, I guess you mean fucking. Boy, you shrinks are more square than I realized. Anyway, to answer your question. My stepfather allows me to lay anybody I want to lay. The more the merrier as far as he's concerned. But as I mentioned before, I don't think I'll ever find another stud to compare with Elliot. He's just too much of a good thing."
"How many men have you had intercourse with, Penelope?"
Penelope grinned wryly. "I've fucked forty-two men so far. No, that's wrong. That hippy I met two days ago on a trip to the Village was number forty-three. Not bad for a seventeen-year-old girl, huh?"
I could only shake my head, not really in amazement but in pity for this promiscuous teenager who apparently kept a diary, an up-to-date record of her sexual adventures. I asked Penelope how her stepfather could, with clear conscience, spread his religious message when he was living in sin with a girl old enough to be his granddaughter.
She responded to this question by asking me if I knew that almost all the sex acts indulged in today by so-called civilized people were mentioned in the Bible.
It wasn't long after this that Penelope glided out of my office, a carefree nymph with not a care in the world.
INTERVIEW TWO:
NOTES:
Penelope bounced into my office very sexily-attired. Her outfit was outrageously provocative and no doubt had turned many a male head during her trip to my office. It was easy to imagine men turning to smile in admiration at Penelope's curvaceous form, whistling at her lush body encased in the tight-fitting orange blouse and the almost obscenely short hot pants.
"What a gorgeous day it is, Doc," she said cheerfully, plunking down into the chair she had sat in during our first session. "Would you believe it? I got propositioned by nine men during the walk from the hotel to your office."
"Nine men?"
"Yep. One of them said he knew a good spot in Central Park for a quickie. You know, a fast hot fuck. He was a pretty good-looking guy, too. An advertising man, I think."
"With so much temptation, I'm surprised you made it here. And on time, too."
Penelope smiled. "Well, it wasn't easy, Doc, that's for sure. But a promise is a promise." She paused briefly, then said, "Besides, Elliot gave me such a fierce fucking last night that I'm a little sore. He decided to reacquaint his monstrous cock with my fanny."
"You mean you and your stepfather engaged in anal intercourse."
Penelope grinned. "I mean, my stepfather stirred my turds with his ten-inch cock. I'll be shitting bricks for a while, Doc." She shook her head side to side. "I guess I'll never get use to being ass-fucked by such a tremendous tool. I mean, I just love it when my stepfather fucks my fanny, but it sure does leave me sore and hurting."
I looked at this very beautiful and very outspoken young lady, thinking how sad it was that her uncontrollable sexual desire was stifling all rational thought, blurring badly the difference between right and wrong.
What would happen, I wondered, when her stepfather died and she was left alone in a world even more corrupt than he.
Of course, the fact that the man-this supposedly religious man-was feeding his stepfather's sickness was truly despicable. Yet, for the moment, he represented a certain strength for Penelope. In Elliot she was apparently finding some security, perhaps even love, otherwise instead of living with her stepfather, Penelope would fly away like a vulnerable bird and in short time be consumed by the predatory hawks waiting to feed on her need for sex.
"Well," I said finally, "suppose you finish your story now, Penelope. Remember, when we stopped taping last time you had reached the point where-"
"How could I forget, Doc?" Penelope grinned. "I'll remember that first fuck from Elliot for as long as I live. It was beautiful, just beautiful."
"All right, then. What happened after you removed your nightgown and told Elliot of your desire to fellate him?"
What happened? Doc, you have to be kidding. I sucked his big beautiful pecker-that's what happened. Never before had I licked such a tasty lollipop, Doc, and I really went to town on my stepfather's salty shaft.
like I told you last time, I swung my legs over the side of the bed so that I was sitting facing my stepfather's pride and joy. I had never seen such an exciting cock before. That great length of hard flesh was pulsing softly, like it had a heart of its own.
The head of Elliot's huge tool resembled a purple plum. A lot of lubricating fluid was oozing from the tiny slit at the tip of the large prick, and I was thrilled to realize that my stepfather wanted me as much as I wanted him.
He placed his hands very gently on the top of my head and began talking to me. His voice was quiet, soothing almost. Sometimes when he's delivering a sermon he shouts and bangs his closed fist on the lectern, and I couldn't help but compare his fiery, passionate delivery of a sermon to the way he was speaking to me now.
I'm sure Elliot knew that I wasn't a virgin and that I'd sucked a few cocks, but he began to instruct me in the art of cock-sucking, telling me just how to go about blowing him.
He said he liked to be licked all over first, that I should first wash his cock and balls with my tongue before taking his hard organ into my mouth.
Since my aim was to please, I flicked out my tongue and proceeded to coat the thick crown of my stepfather's pulsing pecker. I stroked that pear-shaped head carefully, cautiously, my saliva mixing with the gooey stuff dribbling out of the tiny slit. I rolled my tongue all around his prick head and smeared it with this sticky mixture.
The little moans he was emitting spurred me on, Doc. I was eager to give him even more pleasure, so after a while I tilted my head a bit and began to bathe the sides of his gorgeous cock.
I licked up and down one side of the delicious dick, swabbing every tiny ridge and valley of flesh with my teasing, twirling tongue. With my hands on Elliot's hips for support, I burrowed my face into his warm groin and began nibbling on his hairy scrotal sac. I let his huge balls rest on my tongue, Doc, and inhaled the pungent aroma of his masculinity.
My stepfather smelled just great, I remember thinking. The odor emanating from his crotch wasn't at all displeasing. In fact, it was very intoxicating and it spurred me on to greater effort.
For a while I punched and prodded Elliot's heavy balls, which were the size of large walnuts, then I worked my way back up to the fat crown of his long cock, swept my tongue over that plum-shaped head a few times, then began nibbling and licking my way down the other side of his tasty tool.
Apparently my stepfather thought. I was doing a good job, because I felt the pressure of his hands on my head increase and heard his sighs of approval while I chewed on his cock. He kept saying things like, "Oh, yes, that's my good little girl," and "Nice and slow, baby," and "Beautiful, sweetheart." He praised my efforts to please him and asked if I had blown many boys.
I answered that most boys like to be blown by a girl and that I had sucked quite a few pricks. Which was the truth, Doc. I guess I had fellated about twenty-five boys before getting around to sucking my stepfather's giant prick. Almost every date I had ended with me in the back seat of the boy's auto, unzipping his fly and pulling out a chewable cock.
Then I would drop my head over his lap, open my mouth and proceed to suck the boy's tool until he cried uncle. I get a real charge out of blowing a male. It makes me feel important, powerful-like. And sometimes the boy has to yank on my hair and tear me off his throbbing erection.
Boys go bananas when you're sucking then-cock. And I won't stop sucking until the boy is about to flip out from the pleasure. I work on his bone until he's on fire with lust. That way I'm certain my pussy will be plowed to ribbons.
Anyway, after licking up and down my stepfather's cock and balls I decided to see how much of his ten-inch beauty I could contain in my mouth. But before opening my mouth for that jaw-stretching prick, I looked up at Elliot and smiled.
He returned my smile with one of his own, telling me how proud he was that I knew so much about pleasing a man orally. He said that sometime in the very near future he would go down on me, that he wanted very much to feast on my young love hole. I told my stepfather that he could eat my twat anytime he wanted, any hour of the night or day.
He grinned and suggested that I begin actually blowing him. And as I opened my mouth very wide, he exerted gentle pressure on the back of my head. I closed my eyes and dug my fingers into the flesh of his large hips, then heard his soft moan of pleasure when my lips contacted the cock crown.
It wasn't easy, but by tilting my head this way and that and by opening my mouth as wide as possible I managed to slide my lips over and around the huge, bulbous head of his pulsing organ.
It was amazing, Doc. Really it was. Only an inch or so of my stepfather's cock was in my mouth, but already my lips were being painfully stretched. I compared what I had in my mouth to a giant mushroom. I couldn't see how I would ever be able to get much more of this huge thing into my mouth without gagging.
I rested for a moment, my eyes drifting up to meet my stepfather's loving smile. Looking down at a pretty young girl who has the head of your big prick between her supple lips must be a very lust-provoking sight for a male. It was to Elliot, because he suddenly flexed his giant bone and pushed forward. I grunted and choked and jerked my head back, fearing that any second his fleshy spear would come flying down my gulping throat.
But he apologized immediately and withdrew his cock so once again I only had the plum-shaped crown in my mouth. He promised to control himself, explaining that the sight of his beautiful young stepdaughter, bare-assed naked and mouthing his meat, had proven to be just too much for a split-second.
Then he said I should start again, and that I should work at my own pace. Of course I wasn't able to answer him, not with all that knobby flesh between my lips, but I nodded my head a bit to show Elliot that I understood and was grateful. Then very slowly I lowered my eyes and began the descent down his delicious dick.
It was a painfully slow task but one I wanted to accomplish more than anything else in the world. I thought of my mother and realized the reason for her happiness, knowing now why during her second marriage she had sometimes acted like a teenager. Knowing that at your disposal was a great big beautiful dick would make any woman occasionally act younger than her years, I mused, sliding my moist lips down Elliot's tempting tool.
How sad it was, I thought, that my mother had died so soon after marrying Elliot. I'm sure she would have given away all her possessions if in return she could have received a few more years of life, a thousand or so more hours in which to enjoy my stepfather's savory shaft. On the other hand, a longer life for my mother would have meant a longer period of frustration for me.
And now, even though she was dead, I was in direct competition with my mother. She had sucked Elliot's cock many, many times, and no doubt he was now comparing her technique to my cautious sucking of his bloated prick. With much practice Mom had learned to stuff a great deal of Elliot's tool in her mouth, and by so doing had provided him with many hours of keen pleasure. Of this I was absolutely certain.
So I was determined to prove to my stepfather that his young stepfather was no slouch when it came to cock-sucking. I knew I could not hope to match my mother's performance, even though my experience with blowing boys was considerably greater than that of most girls my age. But I would at least show Elliot that I was enthusiastic and was very willing to learn the particular style of cock-sucking he favored.
When at last I had all the prick I could possibly take in my hungry mouth, I started to bob my head up and down very slowly. I removed my left hand from his right hip, reached between his beefy thighs and cradled his hairy scrotum in my palm. It felt like I was holding two ping pong balls which were swimming in syrup.
With my other hand I reached around in back and began to caress his big bottom, my fingers sinking into the crack of his ass. Elliot enjoyed that and told me to stick a finger up his ass-hole.
So I diddled his anus with my middle finger for a few seconds, then rammed it up into his rectum. He groaned with pleasure and I felt his strong fingers entwine in my hair. He told me to suck him a little faster now, that I should increase the tempo of the cock-sucking and at the same time squeeze his scrotum and piston my finger in his ass-hole.
I was forced at this point to interrupt Penelope, a move which was greeted with a snort of derisive laughter.
"What's the matter, Doc? Getting a little hot under the collar, huh? Don't you like my story?"
"I find your narrative of great interest, Penelope," I said. "But I cannot permit you to masturbate while you're telling me about these escapades with your stepfather. Now, unless you stop fondling yourself, I'll have to cut short this session."
"Oh, really. You're too much, Doc. What harm is there in my playing, wait a minute, I know what's buggin' you. I'll bet you've got a hard-on. My story got you all hard and horny, Doc."
Penelope started laughing as if she had just been told a very funny joke. But I could see nothing humorous in either her narrative or the relationship existing between her and her aging stepfather. And I intended to remain adamant in my refusal-if Penelope wanted to play with herself, she would have to return home.
"If you cannot control yourself, Penelope," I said very seriously, "then perhaps we should end the interview at this point."
"Oh, all right, Doc. But you sure surprise me. I thought all shrinks laid their female patients. Maybe what worries you is that I'm only seventeen. Maybe you're afraid of getting caught banging a young girl, huh?"
"How does your stepfather rationalize his behavior with you, Penelope?" I asked, determined to regain the upper hand.
"Well, that's a quick change of subject. I thought we were talking about-"
"Penelope!"
"Okay, okay. But you asked me that question last time. I think you're hung up on this whole religious-sex thing, Doc. My stepfather is a fantastic preacher and a fantastic stud. And-"
"And never the twain shall meet," I interrupted.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Penelope asked, a large frown beginning to cloud her lovely face.
"It means this, young lady. Surely your stepfather is very much aware of your wanton sexual behavior. Hasn't it occurred to you that if he were truly concerned about your welfare he would forbid you to run around like a prostitue? You are suffering from nymphomania and-"
"So who's suffering? I told you I love to get laid, Doc. I don't consider a love of sex a disease. I haven't had a sick day in my life. The only time I don't feel too hot is when I can't scrape up a stud to fuck me."
"And you don't think that if your stepfather really loved you, he would steer you at once to a competent 'shrink,' as you call them? Oftentimes, promiscuity can be cured, you know."
Penelope groaned disgustedly. "That's just so much crap, Doc. You know damn well that you'd like nothing better than to sink your cock into my cunt. You're a man, I think, and I'm a beautiful girl. That's a natural combination."
It was foolish to continue trying to question Penelope. I was getting nowhere with her and it was very obvious that she relished my growing irritation. There is usually some guilt associated with unrestrained sexual activity, guilt which will rise to the surface when the patient is prodded into acknowledging her numerous affairs.
But Penelope needed no such prodding, nor, apparently, did she feel the least bit conscience-stricken. The relationship with her preacher-stepfather and her other sexual experience were to be enjoyed to the fullest. It was as simple as that.
So, after again cautioning her against putting her hands on her body, I told Penelope to resume her narrative. She responded by informing me that since I had upset her with my stupid prudishness, she would describe the "plowing of her pussy" and then beat it out of my office. She said her "twat was twitching" and that if I wouldn't scratch it for her she'd find somebody who would.
All right now, Doc, this is how I first got pronged by Elliot. After I had sucked him for about fifteen minutes, he told me to stop and to get off the bed. I did as he said, although I was somewhat confused. For a few seconds I wondered if he was going to screw me standing up-with me bent over the bed, maybe.
I watched my stepfather stretch out full-length on the bed, his giant cock looming towards the ceiling. Then he told me to climb back onto the bed and to squat over his big bone. He said this position would be best because it would allow me to control the depth of penetration.
Cursing myself for being so stupid-I had sat on a number of hard pricks-I scrambled into the position he had suggested. Now I was straddling his middle, reaching down and under to grab his beautiful bone and guide it to my flowering sex lips.
Sucking Elliot's wonderful wand had made a swamp of my cunt and I figured that, while it might be difficult, I would at least be able to harbor a good portion of his unbelievably thick prick. So as he continued to encourage me, I placed the knobby head of his cock at my sex hole and prepared to sink down onto that marvelous shaft.
He said I was to go slow and not hurt myself, that this position would enable me to hop off his tool quickly if by accident, or desire, I should impale myself too deeply. Then he reached for my jiggling boobs and began to squeeze them lovingly. I took a deep breath and started the descent.
Emitting sharp little grunts of exertion, I managed to wedge the fat crown of my stepfather's bloated cock in my gooey sex cavity. Then I counted to three and pressed down very, very carefully. There wasn't too much pain at first, but then, all of a sudden, I shrieked as a bolt of agony flashed to my brain.
I pulled myself up and off Elliot's mammoth meat, as once again he advised me against trying to take too much of his bone at one time. I swallowed once or twice, regained my composure, then again guided the thick crown of my stepfather's great organ to my sex and wedged it between the syrupy sex lips.
This time I was more careful, not allowing confidence to overrule my better judgment. Very carefully, slowly and cautiously, I lowered my bottom and felt the mighty manhood inch up into my hungry, slushy vagina. It was like deliberately sitting on a spike, I thought, although I knew that this fleshy spike would bring me tremendous pleasure once I had succeeded in impaling myself on it completely.
There was no need to hurry, I knew, and Elliot was still telling me to take all the time I wanted. But I was so damn eager to be thoroughly stuffed, to have Elliot's monstrous penis imbedded to the hilt in my weeping cunt. More than anything else I wanted the fantastic feeling of fullness which his buried bone would provide.
Balancing precariously, I lowered myself onto his lengthy spear of hard flesh while emitting short grunts of lust tinged with slight apprehension. Inch after precious inch of cock crept up into my mushy cunt. And then, then I had it all.
I had done it. Every last inch of my stepfather's huge pecker was snugly encased in my hot, pulsating pussy. I wanted to shout for joy, to announce to the whole damn world that I had successfully speared my vagina with a ten-inch pole of flesh. I looked down at my stepfather's happy face and I wanted to shed tears of happiness.
He suggested I rest for a moment, that I allow my stretched vagina to get used to the thick intrusion. And so I sat very still atop his beautiful cock, catching my breathing and savoring each warm throb of that magnificent organ imbedded now in my still twitching twat. It was as if I had impaled myself on a fence post, but already the pain was receding.
I was impaled on a post of flesh, a sleek, pulsating length of warm, thick flesh. It was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. I was skewered like a chicken on a spit and I didn't ever want to remove the fiery tool from my insides. It seemed a part of me, a part which I had been missing. And now that I had it I felt complete and fulfilled.
It wasn't long before I became obsessed with the need to bounce up and down on my stepfather's giant cock. And after getting Elliot's consent, I began to ride like a jockey, my body bobbing up and down as I fucked myself on his throbbing tool.
I placed my hands on Elliot's strong chest and posted on his throbbing prick. Up and down and in tiny circles I moved, my hair dancing about my face and neck. My handsome stepfather began to squeeze my bouncing boobs in earnest now, pinching the hardened nipples between his long fingers and providing me with even more pleasure.
The pain was completely gone now-only intense pleasure was present. I knew the expression on my flushed face had to be one of great joy, because Elliot's elephantine cock, sliding wetly in and out of my slushy vagina, was thrilling me no end.
Faster and faster I rode atop my beautiful bone, like a jockey frantically pushing his horse toward the finish line. I was moaning and groaning like an idiot, I guess, but never before had I known such gut-jumbling joy, such a feeling of satisfaction. Not to mention the great pride I felt at having been able to accommodate my stepfather's monstrous prick in my oft-used but young cunt.
Here, Penelope paused for a long time. She checked her large Mickey Mouse wristwatch and then made some clucking sounds with her tongue. It was obvious that she was considering a hasty exit from my office, but before she left I wanted to ask a couple of questions.
"How is it, Penelope," I began, "that you're not more careful with your person? You're an intelligent young lady, yet this indiscriminate selection of partners for intercourse has backfired and-"
"You mean the gonorrhea, don't you?"
"Yes. That's exactly what I mean, Penelope. Dr. Hamilton told-"
"Fuck Dr. Hamilton. He's a silly old ass."
"If anyone is silly, I would say it's you.
Gonorrhea is a bit more serious than the common cold, wouldn't you say?"
"Oh, shit," Penelope groaned. "I'm getting out of here. You're really starting to bug me now, Doc."
"I also can't understand why you don't use a contraceptive. Especially when you're-"
"Did I tell you that I didn't?" Penelope snapped, glaring at me.
I feigned puzzlement. "I honestly can't remember. Tell me again, do you or don't you use contraceptives?"
"Stop with the games, Doc. I think it's time that I cut out. I'm meeting my stepfather for lunch at Rockefeller Plaza. Besides, I've given you enough kicks for one day. I'll bet you've got a hard-on a foot long, Doc."
Before I could respond to that, Penelope was up out of her chair and marching toward the office door. At the door, she turned and smilingly told me in no uncertain terms what I could do with the notes I had taken and the tape of the last session. Then she pulled open he door and stepped into the waiting room. A few seconds later I heard the waiting room door being slammed shut.
CONCLUSION:
I have not seen Penelope R. since that last session. It is anybody's guess where she is and what she is doing, although I seriously doubt if her life style has changed noticeably. It is more than likely that Penelope is still with her stepfather, sleeping with him regularly and having relations with others who meet her imagine.
Reflecting on our last interview and reviewing the notes I had taken at that time, it occurred to me that my questions concerning the use of contraceptives had disturbed Penelope greatly. And one wonders just why the subject of birth control would cause the promiscuous Penelope to react so angrily.
After some thought, I reached the tentative conclusion that the young lady was avoiding contraceptives because she wanted to become pregnant. An unusual conclusion? Perhaps, yet I think, her disclaimers to the contrary, that lurking somewhere in the back of Penelope's mind is the smallest particle of guilt.
Although she adamantly refuses to admit it, I think she realizes the dishonesty of her relationship with her stepfather and is troubled by the intense sex drive which she is powerless to control. A child would provide her with a sense of fulfillment, give her the self-esteem and feeling of importance she is not receiving from her unrestrained sexual activity.
I was not lying when I told Penelope that I thought she was an intelligent, albeit confused, young lady. Surely then there are times, perhaps in moments of quiet thought, when with a blinding clarity she realizes the fact that she is being used. Used by her stepfather, whose love for her I'm sure she exaggerates, and by each and every male she favors with an intimacy.
It is not foolish to suggest that in Penelope's mind there exists the thought that an illegitimate baby would serve to punish those who have used her body. Especially her stepfather, who would certainly find it difficult to explain to his followers the fact of his stepdaughter's pregnancy.
Not having interviewed the man, it is impossible for me to judge his underlying motivations and his true feelings for Penelope. But I must assume, based on what little I was able to learn about him from Penelope, that he is as hypocritical in his relationship with his stepdaughter as he is in his profession.
It always saddens me to see a girl like Penelope R., extraordinarily pretty and sexually mature way beyond her years, trapped in a web of confusion and desire and guilt. For what can the future hold for a youngster who has lived so much too soon.
Without expert counseling, unless she ends her wandering, nomadic style of living with her stepfather, Penelope R. will continue down he joyless road of unemotional sexual liaisons, always in search of a real love, a deeply-felt emotion, that one all-important ingredient for a contented life, a sense of true accomplishment.
CASE NUMBER FOUR HAL, MELANIE, ROBERTA
INTERVIEW ONE:
NOTES:
Hal was the oldest, he was nineteen. Roberta and. Melanie were sixteen and seventeen, respectively. All three of them were extremely attractive. Both sisters were redheads. Hal was blonde. All three of them were very intelligent. They were very fun loving teenagers.
Their mother caught them in the act of sexual relations. She had been very shocked and brought them to me. I did not see them in the hospital, but rather privately. I was intrigued with their case and agreed to see them, even though I already had a very full schedule.
None of the adolescents dated. They were not allowed to. Their family structure was outmoded. Their mother was against all forms of sexual intercourse. She had divorced her husband because she had caught him in the act of having intercourse with her best friend.
In ragard to things of a sexual nature, she was very puritanical. In many ways, I thought her problems were much more severe than the three children's, I tried to convince her that she should have some therapy, but she was determined that she had no problems and thought that she was in the best of mental health. Nothing that I could say would convince her otherwise.
"Do any of you feel guilty or bad about what you have done?"
"I don't see why we should. We only did it three or four times," said Hal.
"Yeah, he's right. That old bat of a mother of ours just doesn't like anyone to enjoy themselves. She's really very uptight. Yeah, she's flippy as hell," spoke Melanie.
"Oh, Mother's all right," said Roberta.
"Would you mind telling me about what you have done."
"Hal, why don't you tell him?" suggested Melanie.
The following is a transcript from that session.
Well, about three months ago, Mother was out. She had gone to see a movie, I think. We didn't have anything to do. I had been out working. I haven't gone to college yet, because
I don't have enough money saved up, and Mother won't give any of us any money. She says that we will appreciate it more, if we have to work for it.
I think that maybe she is right. But anyway, I work in this grocery store, and I had just come home. Melanie was taking a shower and Roberta was in her bedroom. A little while later, I heard the two girls laughing and giggling in the bedroom, so I thought that I would go in and see what was so funny. I walked in and the two of them were both nude.
Now, both of my sisters are really pretty, and that red hair of theirs is really sexy, or at least I think it is. They weren't eating each other out or anything, they were just playing around. The sight of their big boobs, and they are big, and the luscious sight of their cunts really turned me on. I thought about what the three of us could do and I really got aroused. My cock was pounding in my pants like everything.
I could think of nothing else except my beautiful sisters and what it would feel like to fuck them. See, I have never fucked anyone, but my sister. And before I saw them on that bed, I hadn't fucked anyone.
They looked up at me, as I stood in the doorway and watched them. All of a sudden, they stopped giggling and they started getting worried because they were nude. They covered themselves up.
The sight of them had really turned me on. But I didn't know what to say, so I walked into the bathroom. I pulled my pants down and I sat on the commode and I beat off. I stroked my meat. I pulled it back and forth in my hands. The soft rubbery feel of my cock really turned me on.
Pretty soon I was coming. My feet were jerking and my body was shuddering. I let my come pour from my body and splash in the water. I wondered if there was some way to convince them to fuck me. I wanted to put my cock in their great red muffs. I thought about the freckles that Melanie had that ran into her snatch.
I thought about the dark nipples on her chest. I think that they are very beautiful. The more that I thought about them, the more that I wanted to fuck them. Mother came back that night, sooner than I thought, but I was going to get a plan.
The next time that Mother went out, and was gone for a long time, I took a shower, making sure that I forgot to get my underwear. I wanted to have an excuse to run around the house with nothing more than a towel on.
I finished taking a shower and all the time that I was showering I was thinking about fucking my two sisters. I thought about the red-haired muffs that I had seen. By the time that I stepped out of the bathroom my cock was very stiff. I put the towel on and walked out of the room.
I went into the kitchen and my two sisters were there. When they saw me, they saw the bulge in the towel and laughed.
"Hey, what's with the funny hump in the towel?" Roberta asked and then laughed.
"Something special," I answered. Just at that point, I made sure that the towel was loose enough to fall off. They both gasped as they looked at my prick.
"You certainly are our big brother," said Melanie. Melanie came over to me, and she touched the rod. It was going to be easier than I thought. She ran her fingers up and down the shaft.
The touch of her hand excited my cock. "Why don't the three of us have some fun?" I asked. The two of them agreed that it sounded like a good idea. We all went into my bedroom. My cock was throbbing with excitement. I really wanted to fuck them. I wanted to cram my cock into their slits.
They both quickly undressed. I was greeted by the sight of their lovely young bodies. The sight of their red-haired cunts was very arousing. I thought that both of the pussies were wet. I asked them if they had been fucking each other. They admitted that they had eaten each other out.
I asked if they would mind entertaining me. They both said that they would like to. They lay down on the bed and they started touching each other. Melanie put her hands on Roberta's tits and Roberta did the same thing to Melanie. They touched each other like that. They stroked their hands up and down their bodies.
As I watched, I stroked my cock. The sight of them stroking and feeling each other was very exciting. I thought about jerking off, as I watched them, but I changed my mind. I was going to have fun with both of them, as soon as they finished playing with each other. They rubbed one another's tits. Melanie clamped her mouth over Roberta's tits and sucked on them. I watched as Roberta's nipples got erect. Melanie touched the one that she was not sucking on. She kept her mouth clamped tightly over the other nipple.
I watched as she licked Roberta's nipple. She finally licked both of the tits, and then she lay back and let Roberta do the same thing to her. The two girls were panting heavily as they licked and sucked on each other.
They lay there thrusting their cunts out at one another and as they moved their hands up and down on their bodies. Then they got on top of each other and they started rubbing their cunts together. I wondered what they felt. Melanie was on top of Roberta and she was grinding her cunt down on her sister. I stroked my hands over Melanie's back. I ran my tongue over her ass-cheeks. She gasped as I did. I could hardly wait to join in the fun. I wanted to drive my shaft into their nice gooey cunts. I wanted to feel the softness of their bodies gliding across mine.
They continued to rub against each other for several minutes. Then they started to shudder and shake. They rubbed against each other with more aggression. They ground their beavers together. Then the girls screamed and snarled. They dug their nails into each other. Finally, they separated. Their boxes were matted down. The cunts were soppy with cunt juice.
They started playing with one another, again. This time Melanie and Roberta were arranged in the position of the number sixty-nine. Roberta had her mouth on Melanie's cunt and vice versa. They darted their tongues into one another. I watched as they licked one another.
They were very passionate and they humped and ground against each other as they continued to eat each other out. They were very wet and sloppy as they worked at each other. I was getting very horny as I watched them fuck each other. I thought about eating out their snatches. I wanted to eat out the delicious quims.
They kept digging their tongues into each other. They snarled and swiveled their hips as they ate each other out. They were covered with sweat. They clawed each other as they continued sucking and eating.
I thought about how lucky I was to have two beautiful and sexy sisters and that they were willing to do what I wanted to. I thought about the fun that I was going to have. I would fuck one as I ate the other one out. I would be covered with all that lovely cunt. I wanted to dig my fingers into the soft succulent flesh.
I wanted to plunge my cock into them. I wanted to do everything with them. I watched as they continued to fuck. They were passionately whimpering as they ate each other out. They ground their faces into each other's cunt. They were writhing and humping on the bed. Their bodies were glistening with sweat. I thought that they were really enjoying each other.
I wondered how many times that they had done things, and whether or not Mother knew about it. The more that I watched them, the more excited I got. My cock was pounding and quivering. I wanted to taste their nifty cunts.
I wanted to bury my tongue into their quims. Then I realized that there might be something wrong with having sex with my own sisters. I wondered if I would get hell, not that it mattered. There was no eternal punishment that could keep me from the cunt that I was about to enjoy. Would it be fair for me to be condemned to hell? Were my desires any different than those of other men? What did it matter that the girls were my sisters? I could not think about whether or not they came from the same womb. All I could think about was that I wanted to get into their cunts.
They continued to eat each other out for several minutes and then suddenly they started to shake and tremble. The poured their juices out of their cunts. They shook for several minutes and then they stopped. This time when they parted their faces were covered with bits of hair and cunt grease. The aroma of their snatches reached my nose. I liked the way that they smelled.
I stroked my cock and then asked them if I could join them. They said that they would like that very much. I joined them on the bed. I stroked their bodies as they stroked mine. I thought that I was extremely lucky. I had four tits to suck on. I put my mouth to them and I started to nibble and lick each one of the boobs.
I sucked on their nipples. My mouth clamped tightly on to the globes of flesh. I liked the sweetness and the taste of their bodies. The sweat made my mouth slip on their boobs. They stroked my cock. Then they told me to turn over. One of them, Melanie, put my prick in her mouth. She pulled on the thing with her lips. She ran her tongue up and down the shaft. The sensations were highly erotic. She nibbled on the head of my cock.
I shoved my prick into her as deep as possible. My other sister, Roberta, went to my ass-hole. She shoved her tongue in between my tight cheeks. She nibbled on my anus. The feelings that she gave me with her tongue in my ass-hole were fantastic. She buried her tongue deep between my cheeks. I was thrilled by the touch of her in my ass.
Melanie was sucking on my cock. Although I enjoyed what they were doing very much, I still did not want to come this way. I wanted to fuck a cunt with my cock. I pulled my cock out of Melanie's mouth. Roberta took her tongue out of my ass-hole.
I stood up and arranged my sister in a suitable position I put Melanie under me in the normal position of fucking, and I turned myself so that I would be able to put my mouth to Roberta's cunt, Then I forced my prick into Melanie's quim. She screamed. I was her first man. I tore her hymen with my prick. I did not let her screams discourage me, assured that in a few minutes she would be enjoying herself. As I fucked her, I worked my cock in and out of her quim. I was going to give her a fuck that she would not soon forget.
She stopped crying and screaming and soon she was gasping and snarling. At the same time, I started working on Roberta's delicious cunt. I dug my tongue into her twat. I licked the slit with every bit of fervor that I had.
The taste of her snatch was heavenly. I drank in the heady ambrosia of her cunt. I found her clit and rubbed my tongue against it. She writhed and humped as I continued to eat her out. I worked my tongue deep into her snatch. I kept on working on her.
At the same time I was still fucking Melanie. Both girls were humping and grinding their cunts against me. I slipped my tongue as fast as possible into the juicy pussy. I thrust my cock into the other quim with equal violence.
The three of us were fucking and humping. We were all sweating the sweat of sexual arousement. My cock was throbbing in the cunt. Melanie was contracting and expanding her cunt. My cock was gripped by her vice like poontang. She liked the feel of my schlong in her cunt. She had soon forgotten the initial pain and now she was fucking with an abandon of her wanton pleasure.
She ground her pussy hard against my cock. She liked the way that I was fucking her. I kept shoving my cock into her. I worked my prick further and faster into her. I dug the feel of her sweaty body underneath me. Her boobs were jutting into my chest. I could feel the nipples against me. I liked the way that she felt. I worked myself into her faster and faster.
At the same time my tongue was quickly licking and working into Roberta. Then I licked each fold of her cunt and finally I took each one of the folds of her cunt and started sucking on them. I worked the folds of flesh in my mouth. I ground my mouth hard against her quim.
My cock was working in and out of the pussy. I found that I could get a great deal of pleasure, by bringing my cock, nearly all the way out and then slamming the thing back in. For several minutes I fucked her with only the head of my cock. It was most pleasurable.
After fucking like that for several minutes I slammed my cock back into her. All the while that I was fucking Melanie, I was eating out Roberta. Roberta started to writhe and thrust as I sucked and nibbled on her clit and then finally, she gave a scream, and I bit down hard on her clit. She threw her legs apart in a heavy jerking motion, opening her cunt in a new spasm and screamed again. She jerked and screamed. Then she went limp. She removed herself.
Now, I was able to concentrate solely on Melanie. I worked my hips up and down in a steady pace as my cock went deep and then came nearly out. I fucked her like this for several minutes. As I was going in and out like that she was rotating her hips. She would ground my cock against the sides of her cunt walls.
Then she would squeeze my cock with her muscles. The pleasure was superb. I could feel myself beginning to give her the best of me. We started fucking faster and faster. I slammed my cock into her. My balls were flapping against her rear. I liked the feel of my balls as they touched her ass. I kept working my cock into her faster and faster.
She was thrusting her cunt up to me with increasing speed. We were trying to break through the light barrier. We worked faster and faster. I was hoping that my body would not give out. I could feel fatigue beginning to set in my muscles. My legs were tired and so were my arms. I kept forcing my cock into her softness. The inside of her quim was velvety and soft and I liked the way that she felt as I fucked her. I didn't want to stop, but I knew that I would soon come.
I shoved my cock into her some more. We ground our groins together. I wanted to come, but at the same time I wanted to make sure that Melanie completed her pleasure. Suddenly, she began to convulse under me.
"Oh shit, I can feel it, oh shit, yes. Yes. It's so very good. It's so very hot. Oh, oh, OH! I am coming. Coming."
She snarled and growled. She ground her cunt against my cock and then she spasmed and came. Her body was trembling and she shook with convulsive fits. Her quim felt as if it were flying apart. The muscles would clutch and then release me. I did not know, if I could hold on much longer.
With one more great plunge I felt the hot goodness shoot out of my prick. I was being torn apart. The stuff shot out of my body. I liked the feel of my cock as it throbbed and shot. Then I snarled and screamed and my body shook. I felt as if I was falling into! a deepening chasm. My body was being torn apart from within.
My cock was shaking and my arms and legs were madly spasming. I loved the feel of the orgasm. I kept coming. I poured gallons of come into the pussy. Or at least it seemed to me that I was pouring gallons of semen into her. At last my body stopped shaking. I was able to control the siezure. I let out a few gasps of pleasure and fatigue and then I collapsed on my sister.
After we calmed down we all went into the bathroom and took a shower together and vowed to have more fun together. Roberta, Melanie, and I fucked one more time that day. There was no thought that what we were doing might be bad or dirty. We had had fun and that was all that counted.
There seemed to be no guilt at all about what they did. It seemed that the three of them enjoyed spiting their mother. In fact, it appeared, that some of the enjoyment, came not from the sexual encounters, but rather from defying their mother.
"The three of you have been indulging in sexual experiences for three months, correct?"
Melanie spoke up, "Well, that's true, but Roberta and I have been doing things together for about two years."
"We had thought about asking Hal, but we were kind of afraid to ask him," said Roberta.
"Why?" I questioned.
"We didn't know how he would act," answered Roberta.
"There was always the possibility, that he might tell Mother," said Melanie.
"You don't feel ashamed of what you do?" I asked.
Hal said, "We just can't see any reason to be disturbed. We aren't hurting each other."
"But don't you think that this could lead to an unstable approach towards sex?" I asked.
"How could it, we aren't fucking animals, dead people or babies," said Melanie.
"Yes, that's true," I said, "but don't you want to go out with other people? Haven't you thought about having sex with your boyfriends and girlfriends."
Hal said, "But Mother won't allow us to date."
"Would you have sex with other people if you were allowed to date."
"I don't see why we should, Melanie and Roberta are very pretty, what else could I want. And I live with them. It's easy to have sex with them."
"That's what I mean," I said. "You may end up depending solely on each other."
"Is that bad?" asked Melanie.
"No, but it's not healthy. Would you mind telling me another experience."
"I will," said Roberta.
The following is a transcript of that session.
I think I will tell you about the time that Melanie and I had sex. We started about two years ago. We were just frustrated. Mother didn't let us do anything. She's a very strict bitch.
She's taken all the fun out of being a kid. She tells us what to do. We can only watch so much television. We can only go to a movie if she goes with us, there just isn't any real freedom. One time she even searched our rooms for things. We asked her what she was looking for so that we could help her look and make it easier to find, but she told us that she wasn't looking for anything particular.
The thing is she just doesn't trust us. She was searching our rooms and if she found anything that in her mind was suspicious she was going to punish us. Do you think that is right? Well she does that kind of thing all the time. We just don't have any freedom.
If a friend of ours calls up she gets on the phone, the extension line, and listens to us talk. The best time we have is when we are at school and even then she sometimes shows up to check on us.
I don't know why she is so worried about us. We have never done anything, except screw with each other. That's all we have done, and we wouldn't have even done that if she were nice to us. If I had some free time away from home I might try doing some of the things that she has warned us about, like smoking, drinking, and doing dope.
But as it is, there is no time to do that. And there isn't any place that we could do those things. I guess we are all screwed. Mother hates us, I really think she does. She's a drag, a real drag.
Well, I was going to tell you about the first time that Melanie and I had sex. You see we both have the same bedroom. There are only three bedrooms in the house. There is Hal's room and Mother's room and our room. Mel and I have been sleeping in the same bed ever since we were kids. I mean little kids. And we sometimes snuggle up and stuff like that.
One night, when I was fourteen, we went to bed. We hadn't talked about sex yet. I had just started my puberty and Mel had been into it for about three years. I was lying there in bed, and I was thinking about my cunt and what it did. I really didn't think it was any good for anything except pissing. I mean I was just dumb about the whole situation.
Well, the more that I thought about it, the more that I realized that there was a burning sensation in my pussy. I really wanted to do something about it, but I didn't know what to do.
I took my hand down to my crotch and I scratched it, but the scratching only made the feeling more intense. I wanted to put my whole hand into my cunt. I wanted to scratch and scratch until there was nothing left, so I started probing it with one finger, and then I was sniffing on my finger.
The smell was very strange, but it excited me. I wanted to do something else. I put my finger down there and started working on it some more. I wanted to feel something else, but I didn't know what that was.
I started moving my finger in and out of my pussy as fast as I could, and then I felt my clit, although at the time I didn't know what that was. It was very sensitive and just the slightest touch of it would set off a chain of fire works in my pussy. I started rubbing it with my finger. I was enjoying what I was doing to myself and I guess that I was murmuring and carrying on like that.
Melanie was lying next to me and I thought that she was asleep. I kept fingering myself. The more that I rubbed the clit, the more arousing it was. I was getting very hot. I wanted to take the covers off, but I didn't. I kept playing with my muff. My finger went in and out of my cunt. I worked faster and faster on myself.
Melanie turned over. I stopped fingering myself. Then she turned away again, I still thought that she was asleep. I fingered myself some more. My pussy was really wet and it felt nice and warm and moist. It really felt good. I kept taking my finger in and out. I was rubbing on my cunt as fast as I could. I didn't think that I would be able to work on myself any faster, then something exploded inside of me. I began to groan and my body was throwing a fit.
I felt my cunny getting wetter and wetter. All of a sudden it reached a peak and then it quickly faded away. I rubbed myself a few more times and then I stopped. I saw Melanie turn over and look at me, she had both eyes opened.
"Did you like that?"
"What?" I said trying to hide the fact that I had just masturbated.
"Don't try that trick on me, I know what you were doing to your twat, the same thing that I do sometimes. You were jerking off."
"I was?"
"Yes, you goose, you were fingering yourself."
"Well, you're right, I was, does that make you feel any better?"
"No, but I think that we could have some fun with each other."
"And how would we do that?"
"We could eat each other out."
"Do what?"
"I could put my mouth on your cunt and lick it out, and then when I am through with you, you can do the same thing to me. What do you thing of the idea?"
"I don't know, it sounds kinda weird to me."
"Okay, dummy, we can just forget the idea then. I just thought that you might like to have me lick your cunny. Don't you think that would feel good? Can you imagine, how it would feel, if my tongue was down inside of you, licking out your cunny?"
The thought of her tongue made me kind of hot. I wanted to do it, but as the same time, I thought that there might be something with the experience.
"Isn't that a bad thing to do?"
"What do you mean by bad? I don't think it would be unpleasurable, if that is what you mean. And if you mean immoral, then how could we get in trouble? We are sisters and we should have the right to experience these kind of things together."
"I guess you are right. Okay. How do we do this?"
"Well, we could start out by touching each other, would you like to do that?"
"Yeah, I'll let you show us what to do, I really don't know about these things."
"Well, I don't know that much, myself, but I think that the two of us can figure it out, I mean it shouldn't be too difficult."
I thought about it for a few more minutes, and then I discovered that my sister was putting her hands on my boobs. At that time they weren't as big as they are now, I think they were about a thirty-five C cup, and now they are much larger.
Her hands on my breasts felt very good. It was a very exciting feeling. She rubbed my boobs. She put her fingers on my nipples. She tweaked the buds. She rubbed her hands over them. I thought that they were going to burn a hole in her hand. I was very hot from the sexual excitement. My cunt was beginning to get excited again. She kept rubbing them.
I lay there and let her do whatever she wanted to. She moved her hands up and down my chest. And then she put her mouth to my body. Her lips were touching my skin and the touch of her lips to my body was very exciting. She pressed her lips tightly together and she was rubbing them up and down me. She rubbed them over my belly. She rubbed her lips around my navel. I was getting very aroused.
Her hands went down to the insides of my legs and she was touching the delicate skin there. She traced all kinds of lines. I was beginning to pant. She rubbed me some more. I thought that I was going to have a fit. Right there! I was panting and gasping with excitement.
She kept touching me. Her lips were still pressed to my skin. She rubbed her lips back and forth on my navel. Then she rubbed them along my ribs. She seemed to touch every rib in my body. The feeling was fantastic. I was so very hot and she hadn't really started. She was still touching me with her hands. She ran her fingers over my cunt. She ran them up the sloping mound of flesh. I was so very wet down there. She kept her fingers moving around my smelly pussy. She ran her smooth fingers over my folds of pussy. She touched each one of the folds. She kept working her fingers on to my cunt. I was really panting and growling now. I thought that I was going to attack her. I wanted to have her cram her mouth into my cunt. I wanted to feel her tongue in my cunt.
I realized about the time that she was fingering my snatch, that I should be doing something for her. I pushed her head away from my stomach. I pulled her fingers out of my oozing cunt. I put my mouth to her titties. I sucked on each one of the boobies. I clamped my lips over her nipples and then I started to pull on the buds. She was beginning to gasp now. She was panting and everything.
I knew that my mouth on her tits was giving her some kind of pleasure and this knowledge made me very happy. I kept working on her tits. I sucked on each one of the breasts and then I started to pull all of her flesh into my mouth. I sucked the globe of flesh all the way in. I pulled on it. I licked the underside of the breast. I was doing everything that I could think of to give her more pleasure.
We were both very aroused now. My mouth was touching every part of her belly, just like she had done to me. Then I found her navel. She had a rather deep navel and I started fluttering my tongue against it. I flicked my tongue into her navel. I licked the inside of the hole.
She was panting and raving. I ran my fingers up her long luscious legs. I touched the sensitive part between her legs. The red hairy muff excited me. The smells and sights of her cunt were fantastic. I wanted to eat it.
I soon put my mouth to her cunny. I licked on the mound. I licked on her folds of flesh. She was moaning and whimpering. I sucked on each of the folds of her cunt. I pulled some of them into my mouth and I even nibbled on them.
The nibbling on them seemed to drive her out of her mind. I wasted no time in applying my teeth to the rest of her pussy. I ground my teeth against the top of her mound. She stifled a scream, and thrust her beaver hard against my mouth. I pressed my lips together and started rubbing them up and down on her mound and labia. I rubbed them as fast as I could. I rubbed them some more. I kept rubbing my lips against her cunny.
Then I remembered the clitty and all the pleasure that it had given me. I started searching for it with my mouth. I found the love knob. I rolled it around in my mouth, and I sucked on it. I pulled the thing into my mouth and made love to it. I wanted to give her all the pleasure that I could. I started nibbling on the projection and that sent her out of her head. She grasped my head with her hands and forced me down on her cunt.
"Eat that pussy. Pull on it. Eat it sister, eat it. Make me come, oh shit, do it to me baby. Fuck me, suck me. Harder! Come on work on it. Suck it!"
I did as she said. I lapped her cunt up as best as I could. I wanted to make sure that she enjoyed herself so that she would give me a great suck.
I didn't want to spoil any chance of having a good suck job on my cunt. I rubbed my lips some more into her snatch. I tasted the delights of the quim. I licked the cunt and liked the way she tasted and thought that maybe she tasted better than wine. I worked my lips on her some more.
I nibbled on her clitty and rubbed on it. I took my fingers and slid them underneath her ass and I kneaded the flesh of her rump with my fingers. One of my fingers was beginning to find her ass-hole. I was searching it out. I wanted to see if that felt any different than a cunt.
I inserted my finger in her ass, and I started to work that in and out. Melanie was really a mess now, she was sweating like everything and she was writhing and whimpering. She seemed to be really having a, good time. I worked on her some more. I paid full attention to her quim. I rubbed my lips into it as fast as I could. I nibbled on the love knob some more.
I bit on it and I worked my finger in and out of her ass-hole. I was doing everything that I could think of. My other hand was working on stroking her back and sides. I would stroke her as I ate her out and fingered her.
The pleasure was mounting for her. I noticed that her gasps were quicker and shorter. I worked on her harder. I was pushing her to the edge. I applied my mouth to her cunt and I rubbed and licked as fast as I could.
Then I bit hard on her clit, she stifled another scream, arched her body and shot her cream into my mouth. I hungrily licked on her, I licked all the juices out of her quim. She shook violently. Her body was jerking and her legs were spasming. I ground my mouth into her.
I drank in all of her fluids as she continued to shake and spasm. I licked her cunt out a few more times. And then I stopped. I brought my head up. I was covered with her grease. My mouth was sore from working on her. I was tired, yet at the same time, I was also exhilarated by what I was doing.
I lay back and thought about the thing that I had done. I lay there resting for several minutes and then I noticed that Mel was touching me. Her hands were dancing up and down my spine. The touch of her sent chills through my body. She stroked my back. I was getting hot. My cunt thought about what I had done to her and I realized that now she was going to do the same thing to me. The mere thought of her mouth on my cunny was very arousing. I wanted to feel all of her mouth crushing and grinding into my cunny.
She licked my back. She ran her tongue up and down my spine and the feelings were fantastic. She moved her tongue up and then down as fast as she could. I was thrilled by what she was doing. I was beginning to shake just from excitement.
She worked her tongue down to my ass and she licked each one of my cheeks and then she ground her mouth into my ass-hole. I gasped with surprise. She flicked her tongue into my anus and then she brought her tongue away. Finally, she worked her teeth into my cheeks. She bit on them.
She nibbled on my cheeks and the feeling was just incredible. She turned my body over. Now she worked her mouth on to my breast. She touched each one of my breasts with her mouth. She clamped her mouth over my tits. She pulled on them with her mouth. She nibbled on the nipples. She pulled on them with her teeth. She sucked on them with her lips. I was getting very hot. I thought that what she was doing was fantastic.
I could not stop trembling with excitement. She worked her mouth on me some more. She took her mouth away and stroked her fingers up and down my body. I was getting more and more aroused. Now she pulled her fingers and then she took away her fingers and put her mouth to my cunt. She licked her tongue up and down my slit. I was panting and gasping. My pussy was pounding. I could feel the hot cream dripping out. She licked her tongue up and down the gash. And then she started to rub her lips on my lips.
She worked her lips on to my cunt lips. She licked them and then she started to pull them into her mouth. She sucked on each one of the lips. She pulled the folds and nibbled on them. I started to scream but stifled it, I didn't want mother to come into the room while we were sucking on each other's cunts. Mel worked her little teeth into my cunt. There was a bit of pain but at the same time, the pleasure was fantastic. I liked the way that she moved her mouth up and down on my cunt. She worked her lips on to mine. I was shaking with arousal.
She kept licking me and sucking on my pussy. Then she probbed my anus with her fingers. She was doing the same thing that I had done to her.She pushed her fingers into my dunghole. She worked them in and out. I arched my body. I could feel the sensations mounting.
I thrust my cunt up to her and she lashed her mouth out at me and licked every part of my cunt. She dug her lips and tongue into me. She found my clit and started working on it. She pulled it into her mouth and sucked on it. She pulled on it and then she started to nibble on it. She bit into my clit. I was writhing with pain and pleasure. She ground her mouth to my cunt, and she jammed her finger into my ass-hole. She worked her fingers in deeper and deeper. I was filled with pain and pleasure. I could feel the sensations getting stronger and stronger.
She worked faster and faster on my gash. She took long sloppy licks on my cunt. She ran her tongue in and out of my twat. Then I felt myself begin to jerk. My legs were shaking. My cunt was exploding. My hot lave poured out of my pussy. I was raving mad. I thrashed the bed, as I shook. I wanted to scream. I whimpered, groaned and gnashed my teeth together. The pleasure was beyond description. I could not continue. I jerked several more times and then I was so very fatigued that I flopped on to the bed. My cunt spasmed once more then I lay back and panted in exhaustion. Mel and I stroked each other affectionately and then we went to sleep.
Lesbian acts between two sisters is not as rare as some people think. In fact, it is rather common experience. A large percentage of woman have had some kind of lesbian experience, most of which started with their sisters.
Homosexual acts between brothers is not nearly as common although it is more talked about. Most women do not want to talk about either their lesbian experiences or their masturbatory encounters. For some reason, it has been established that it is fairly normal for men to masturbate and have homosexual relationships, but not so for women.
I was curious to whether or not they had had any other kinds of sexual experience.
"Is there anything else that you have done?"
"What do you mean," replied Hal.
"Well, your sisters admitted to lesbian relations, and the three of you have engaged in intercourse, has there been anything else that you have done together?"
"Well," said Melanie, "We sometimes all jerk off together."
"The three of you masturbate together?"
"That's right," answered Melanie. "Can I tell you about it?"
The following is a transcript of that session.
You know, sometimes, just playing fucking and sucking can get a little boring, so we have this game we play. This is how we got caught by the way. We were just jacking off together. There wasn't any fucking and sucking.
Maybe she would have been even more shocked than she was but there was just the three of us jerking off. See, the game involves jerking off. The first one and the last one to get it off win the contest. Sometimes we bet. And sometimes we give a prize to the persons that win.
Say that Hal and Roberta win, then I would agree to eat them both out, or something like that. I would owe three bucks to Hal, it could be any number of things. Well, I want to tell you about the time that we got caught.
Mother had gone to some kind of meeting and she said that she wouldn't be back until it was late. We thought that we had lots of time to fuck around. We didn't, but we found that out later.
We talked about the things that we could do, and then we started to play strip poker. Roberta won, she didn't have much on when it was over, but she did win. That had been kind of fun, but now that we were naked, we thought that we could have some more fun. Hal and I both attacked Roberta and ripped her panties off. The three of us made a dog pile.
The nude flesh next to nude flesh felt good. We rubbed up and down on each other. We rubbed and the rubbing and the skin, and just everything felt really good. Hal's big cock got all stiff. Roberta and I took turns sucking each other. We didn't come or anything. We just lay around getting each other turned on.
I sucked on Hal's cock for a few minutes, and then I took the rubbery slimy thing out of my mouth and licked the end. He went down on my pussy. He ran his tongue deep into my cunt. He licked the fine lips and wrinkles.
He buried his tongue into my cunt. He licked me out. And then after getting me real hot he stopped. It was about that time that we all agreed on the jack-off contest. The main idea was to see who would last the longest, but the worst person to be was the person in the middle, the person who didn't come first or come last.
We were going to make that person do things, penalties. Then we lay down together and agreed that the two of us, Roberta and I wouldn't cheat. It would be difficult for Hal to fake a come, but it wouldn't be very hard for us. Hal picked up his cock in his hand and started to work the cock up and down. The sight of his muscled slim body and his big cock really turned me on. I watched as he pulled on his rod. As he worked on his prick I started to work on my pussy.
I shoved my finger into my snatch and started to move it in and out. I wanted to come, but I really wanted to see if I could last long enough. On the other side of me there was Roberta. I watched her as she placed her finger in her cunt. We were all looking at each other and frigging ourselves.
She pushed her finger in further and further. She moved up and down and writhed her body as she did. I thought about Hal's cock in my pussy as I fingered myself. The sensations weren't as good as a fuck, but they were still pretty good even without a cock in my cunt. I worked my fingers in and out.
I ran them around the mound. I pushed on each one of the folds of flesh. I slid my finger deep into my cunny hole. I worked the finger in and out. I could contract my pussy muscles by merely concentrating. I thought about the way it would feel when I climaxed and I worked hard on my cunt.
At the same time I could hear the slap of flesh as my brother worked on his cock. I watched as he wrapped his hand around his prick and move it up and down. He pulled on the cock. He pulled on it faster and faster.
Roberta was writhing and pushing her finger deeper into her cunt. We were all gasping and panting as we lay there writhing and jerking off. I pulled on my clit. I rubbed my fingers against it. The sensations were really great. I pushed and pulled on my moist cunny. I ran my fingers up and down the reddened gash. I looked down at myself and the sight of my fingers in my cunt aroused me some more.
I didn't know how much longer I could last.
I worked on my pussy some more. I pushed against my cunt. Then I looked over and heard Roberta scream. She was humping and thrusting like mad. Her body was shaking and she screamed one more short burst. Then she flopped down.
"Finished," she cried.
I slowed down my pushing and pulling, I looked over at Hal, who did the same thing. He wasn't going as fast as he had gone. I wasn't thinking about my cunt anymore, but about the penalties I would have to perform, if I finished before Hal did. The thought of the penalties did not arouse me as much as the thought of sucking and fucking. I could slow down my reactions this way.
I wondered what my brother was doing. He didn't seem to be going as fast as he had either. Roberta came over and licked on my breasts and then she licked on Hal's chest. I wondered if she was trying to excite us so that we would pop sooner. I thought that it was a good idea, and really kept us from slowing down. The touch of her tongue had excited me. I felt myself getting ready to blast off when mother came home. That blew the whole scene.
CONCLUSION:
I advised the three teenagers to stop having sex with each other, because I thought that to continue such activities might increase the chances of neurotic dependencies.
I was able, after several sessions, to convince the mother that she should not be as strict as she was, and that incestuous experiences were not uncommon. In the main, the therapy was successful.
CASE NUMBER FIVE MELBA
INTERVIEW ONE:
NOTES:
Melba had been referred to me by a doctor who knew her problem well. She was, he said, on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and needed help desperately.
She came from quite a wealthy section of town, and Melba later told me that although her background was not strict, she did have a great deal of fear of being punished.
Melba was eighteen, and she was a very pretty girl and she wore extremely tasteful clothes. In the third session she broke down and confessed that she had been having sex with her fifteen year old brother.
"And how long has this been going on?"
"About a year now. I was seventeen when we started doing sex."
"Have you had any other relations outside of the ones with your brother?"
"Oh, no. I would never do that."
"Is there something wrong about having sex?"
"Well, I am not sure, my parents never talk about it. I stopped asking questions because they would get very embarrassed. Everything about sex was never spoken. When I reached puberty they gave me a book for my first period. I needed to talk to someone, but they gave me a book."
"Do you like what you do with your brother?"
"Well, yes, but I feel guilty about it. I don't think that I should, but I can't stop myself."
"Would you like to tell me about your sexual experiences? You don't have to."
"I think it would help." The following is a transcript.
The first time that we ever did something, it wasn't planned or anything. Mother and Dad had taken our younger sister, Tina out to see a movie. Adrian and I were left alone. I thought he was studying in his room and I started to go in and check on him. I could hear a sound like clapping and he was groaning. I didn't know what he was doing.
I opened the door, just a bit and saw that he was lying in his bed naked. I was excited by the sight of his nude body. It had been a long time, since I had seen him without his clothes.
He had black pubic hair, and I realized that he had grown. His cock was big. I watched as he played with his cock.
There was a dirty magazine on the bed and he kept looking at it and pulling his prick. He was groaning and beating off. At first I was repulsed, but the sight of him, awoke some kind of feeling in me. I had masturbated, a few times, but I had never thought of it as masturbating. I guess I just thought of it as exploring my body. I never thought about the way it felt, which was good.
As I watched him, my hand slipped over my breast and I stroked it. My nipples erected. I was watching my nude brother and I realized how attractive he was. He was lean and tall, and had a dark tan. His hair was black. He had a body like a runner. His legs were muscled and long.
My body was much like his. My legs were long and shapely, my hair was black and I had a sun tan, not as dark as his, but I was still tanned. I watched him as he played with his penis.
I wanted to rush in and touch him, but I didn't. I stood outside of the door and watched him jerk off. He pulled his cock up and down in his hand. I was fascinated by what he was doing. His face was flushed and he was panting. My cunt was twitching, there was some kind of itch in my pussy and I wanted to scratch it. I wanted to put my finger in my pussy and frig myself.
Adrain lay on the bed. All I could see of him now, was his cock and his hand. He kept pulling on it. My hand was rubbing my breast fiercely. I was beginning to breathe heavily. I did not understand, what the burning sensation was in my cunt. I needed to satisfy it, but I didn't know how.
I rubbed my breast some more. I tweaked my nipples. I slipped my hand into my bra and touched my skin. The sensation was electrifying. I rubbed it and stroked the breast. I grasped my nipple between my two fingers and pulled on it.
The more that I rubbed my boob, the more that I wanted to have something in my pussy. My pussy was on fire. My hips were engulfed in fire. I wanted to find some way of cooling the burning sensation. I ran my fingers overmy loin. I thought about inserting a finger in my cunt, but refrained.
Adrian was still on the bed. I looked at his cock and thought that I was going to scream with passion. I wanted to touch his body. I wanted to have him touch me on the breast. I wanted to put my mouth on his mouth. But something told me that it was wrong to feel this way about my brother.
Still, I could not control my lust for him. I wanted to fuck with him, that was what I wanted, but I had not realized that yet. My fingers touched my breast and then I placed one hand in my panties and cupped my hand over my quim.
I was so hot and moist down there. As I touched my twat I thought that I was going to burn up. The flames covered my cunt and spread up to my belly. I ground the heel of my hand into my twat.
I rubbed the hand against it. The sensation of pleasure built. Something was happening inside of me, something that I didn't understand. I worked my hand harder into my crotch. I rubbed it as fast as I could. Still that burning sensation built and intensified. I applied more pressure thinking that I would get rid of the itch. I was beginning to perspire.
My hand continued to grind into my pussy. I worked the fingers into my quim. Then I took one finger and placed it inside of my cunt. I worked the finger in and out. I watched my brother as he pounded on his meat with his fist. He was panting more and more. Then I thought that he was starting to cry.
I was entranced by the sounds that he was making. I worked my finger quicker and quicker into my cunny. I was trying to get rid of the itch. But by now the warmth and itchy feeling had spread throughout my body. I pushed my finger in some more. I could hardly stop myself from crying. I wanted to scream.
Would this feeling never stop? I worked my finger into my cunt more and more. I could feel the thing intensifying inside of me. I shoved the finger deeper. And then I found the projection, that I had rubbed before. That was my clit, I later found out. I rubbed my fingers on my cunny. Now, the feelings were even greater.
I was panting heavily. I glanced into the room and watched as Adrian jerked on his dong. He worked the hand up and down. He was going faster and faster. He was writhing. He was tossing his entire body up and down. I wondered what he was feeling. Was he knowing the same kind of thing that I was knowing? Did his loins burn and itch like my loins did? Was there nothing that he could do?
I rubbed my clitty some more. I pushed my finger hard against it. I moved my finger in and out. I was reeling with agony and ecstasy. I pushed on my clit harder and harder and then I could feel the sensations culminating. They were building and gathering.
I looked in the room and heard my brother gasping and then I watched as he climaxed, fluid squirted out of his prick and fell on his stomach. He stopped moving and lay there like he was dead.
I started gasping and then I too exploded, I wanted to scream, but I didn't and I let the powerful feelings overtake my body and jerk me. Spasms ran up and down my body. There was no control at all. There was nothing that I could do about the way that I felt. I tried to stop coming, but it was to no avail.
Then the sensations went away. I pulled my finger out of my crotch and I went back into the living room and watched the TV. I wanted to talk to Adrian about what he had done, but I thought that it might make him mad. I would wait until we were alone together and then I would take my clothes off and show him my great pussy. I hoped that it would do something for him. He would probably like that, I reasoned.
The next weekend, my parents and little sister went out to Coney Island. They said that they would be gone all day and that we had to stay home and study. It was right before finals in high school and they had a right to tell us to study.
After they had been gone an hour, I took my clothes off. I had everything off. And I played with my cunt. It was hot and moist. I pushed my finger into it. I went to Adrian's room and listened to him. I thought that he was studying but I wasn't sure.
I opened the door, he turned around and gasped. I guess that he was very surprised.
"Melba, you are naked. Oh, Melba what are you doing?"
"I heard you last Saturday, you were jerking off." He blushed. "I thought we could have fun together. I want to play with your prick. I want to see that stuff squirt out."
"Melba, we might get in trouble if Mom and Dad find out."
"I won't tell, if you won't tell. Am I better looking than the girls in the magazines."
"You have a beautiful body. I didn't know your tits were so big. And your pussy. It's all covered with dark hair. They don't show twats in the magazine." He was very excited. He ran over to me and touched my tits. He was panting from just looking at me.
I looked at his crotch and saw his buldge. I wanted to get my hands on his organ. I thought that we could have a lot of fun together.
"Adrian, why don't you take your clothes off, so that I can see your peter."
"Okay, I wanna fuck." He took his clothes off very quickly. His cock was huge, the head of it was all red and puffy. I wanted to touch it. I put my hand out and stroked it. He was gasping with excitement.
We lay down on his bed. I stroked his cock. My fingers ran up and down his body. I felt each one of his muscles. I was very aroused by the sight of his big cock. I wanted to do things with it. I wanted to have it in my cunt. I pulled it in my hands. The prick was so smooth and rubbery.
A bead of juice was on the end of his dick. I ran my finger over the hole at the top of the prick and wiped the juice off. He was panting. He placed his hands on my body. He touched my boobs. One of his hands rubbed the breast. He put his mouth on me and started to suck on it. He took the entire breast into his mouth. He licked on it.
The sensations were fantastic. I could feel the burning thing in my cunt, but this time I knew how to ease the torment. All I had to do was put his cock inside of me and let him take care of the pain.
I rubbed him some more. I wanted to see the white juice fly out of his cock. He sucked on my boobs and then he took his mouth away. He ran his hands up and down my body. He grazed his hand over my muff. The sensations were fantastic. He rubbed my cunt. Cream was coming out of it. It was very hot and wet.
I was very excited by what he was doing. I wanted to fuck him. My eyes were glazed. My fever was high. I needed to have his cock in my pussy. I pulled on his cock a few more times and then I put my mouth on it. I pulled on the cock with my lips. He was gasping and panting. He writhed and tossed his body.
I pressed my lips together and rubbed them up and down the cock. I moved them as quickly as I could. I was very hot. My cunt was throbbing. I took my lips off of his cock and licked the shaft with my tongue. I licked the cock head. I pulled on the head of the cock with my lips. I wanted to have him come. I worked on him, and then I stooped and I took my mouth off of his cock.
I told him to do the same thing to me. He put his cock on my breasts and moved it between them. I thought that he was going to come all over my chin.
"Adrian, you shit head, eat my cunt out."
"Aw do I hafta?"
"Yes. If you don't I'll tell Mom and Dad that you were jerking off."
"You wouldn't, you wouldn't dare."
"Yes, I would, I would too." He put his head between my legs and put his mouth on my cunt. He licked the cunt mound. He parted the lips of my cunt and shot his tongue inside. He licked the inside of my cunt out. I was thrilled by the feel of his tongue in my pussy.
He licked the cunt and then he found my clit and started rubbing his mouth on it. He rubbed his mouth and lips on it faster and faster. The burning sensations were spreading throughout my body. The feeling intensified.
He licked the snatch. I was beginning to tremble. The sensation was fantastic. He ate my snatch as fast as he could. He kept rubbing his face on my pussy. I could feel the trembling building and building and then suddenly, there was an explosion in my twat. I thought that I was being blown apart by the orgasms. The force of the thing was tremendous. My body was shaking. My legs and arms were jerking and trembling. My cunt juice shot into Adrian's mouth.
I pushed his head away, and then I grabbed his cock.
"Come on, Adrian lets fuck." He mounted me and placed his prick on the opening and then he shoved. I screamed in pain, he tore my hymen, blood gushed out of my cunt. He jerked his cock out in fear.
"Melba, did I hurt you? Good grief you're bleeding."
"Well, I'll be all right. It's that I just lost my virginity."
"We can stop. I won't fuck you anymore."
"Oh, for heaven's sake fuck me, will you."
"Are you sure."
"Yes, now come on."
He put the cock back in me and started fucking me. He slammed his cock into my pussy. I could feel the wonderful thing working inside of me. At first there was some pain and then gradually, the pain was drowned in the pleasure of his fucking. He moved faster and faster.
Electric sensations of pleasure coursed through my body. I felt wonderful. I never wanted him to stop fucking me. I wrapped my legs around him and we kept on fucking. I thrust my cunt up to him and he drove his manhood into me. My body was immersed in pleasure.
The pain of having my hymen torn had completely vanished, and now I was fully enjoying the fuck. Adrian crammed his cock into me. He was extremely excited by the humping and fucking. His prick was driven deep into me. I kept thrusting my pussy Up to him. He would grind his cock into it. We were both pleased by our sex session.
Finally, I felt myself giving away to a powerful orgasm. My limbs shook with pleasure. My quim exploded. Never had I felt like that. I screamed passionately, as the climax soared through my body. My legs shook and spasmed. I was entranced by what he was doing. I liked the feel of his cock. I heaved several times, and then the climax faded away. In the meantime, Adrian was beginning to come. His body tensed up and then with a scream he filled my pussy with his come juice.
We separated out bodies. I began to think about what we had done. I thought that mother and father would not be happy if they found out. I ran to the bathroom and washed myself. And then I took the sheets off of his bed. Jazz and blood were on the sheets. I hoped that I had enough time to run down to the washer and drier to do the sheets. Adrian kept asking me what I was doing.
"Stupid, I'm getting the sheets cleaned so that Mom and Dad won't find out what we have done."
"Oh, are we gonna fuck again?"
"Not right now. I feel kinda bad about what we did, don't you?"
"No, Why should I?"
"I thought that you would say something like that."
"Well, I don't see any reason..."
"Oh, shut up. You're dumb, you know that."
"No, I'm not. I study more than you do."
"That's a lie. All you do in your room is jerk off. That's all you ever do, I bet."
"Fuck you."
"I don't think I will anymore. You make me sick."
"Well you aren't so hot. You aren't much, you know that."
"I got more brains than you do, jerk off."
"My name ain't jerk-off."
"Isn't jerk-off."
"Shit, your English is terrible, Adrian." I finished with the sheets. Just in time. Mother and Father and Sis got back.
"Mom, Melba said that I was dumb."
"I did not."
"She did too, she said that I was dumb."
My mother looked at the two of us. "Melba, did you call Adrian, dumb?"
"Well, I was just joking."
"She wasn't Mom. She said that I was dumb, she did."
"Melba, you'll have to wash the dishes for a week."
"Gee whiz, Mom, I didn't mean it. Stop smiling, Adrian."
Adrian was smiling, that son of a gun always smiles when Mom punishes me.
"Adrian don't smile, you aren't getting away with anything. You can't watch the TV for a week."
"Gosh darn, do I hafta, just because of my dumb sister."
"Yes, you do, now both of you, think about what you did, and don't do it again. I don't like to hear the two of you complaining and fighting all the time."
And so we had to make up. That was the first time that we ever screwed. We didn't do it again for awhile. I felt pretty guilty about the thing that we had done. I knew that it had felt real good, but I thought that there was something wrong about doing it. I thought about telling mother, but I didn't.
The relationship that Adrian and Melba had, was quite normal. In most brother and sister relationships, there is a certain pettiness. Essentially, the two involved are using each other to masturbate. There is no real concern for the enjoyment of the other. Melba and Adrian had this kind of relationship.
Melba had a guilt complex about the things that she did with her brother. She thought that they were wrong, yet at the same time, she could not restrain herself from doing them. She wanted and needed the sexual encounter, but the fact that she was having them with her brother was bothering her.
I surmised that the best thing that she could do would be to stop having sexual intercourse with her brother. I wanted to find out more about her, before I advised such a thing. But I thought that my solution might be food for her. If she had not found some other form of sexual experience, she might have ended up very unstable.
"Now tell me, Melba do you and Adrian still engage in sexual acts?"
"Well, yes. Part of me doesn't want to, 'cause for one thing he's my brother and for another thing, I don't think it's right for me to have sex with anyone. But the other part in me, the part that itches for him, controls me."
"Would you feel better if you told me some more of what you have done together?"
"Yes, I think so. I like talking about it to you, it makes me feel better."
Well sometimes, he will taunt me into fucking with him. like one day, my parents were gone. And he came in. I was watching television. He asked me what I was doing.
"What do you think I am doing, stupid. I am watching television."
"I know that."
"If you knew that why did you ask?"
"What I meant was how do you feel."
"I feel fine."
"You sure?"
"Yes, I am positive."
"You sure?"
"I am trying to watch the television, do you mind."
"No."
"Then would you please shut up. You are bothering me."
Adrian went away for a few minutes. And then he came back, he wasn't wearing anything, but a grass skirt that my mother had gotten at a rummage sale.
"Are you crazy?"
"No, I just thought that you might like to see me model this skirt."
"Your prick is hanging out."
"I know it, you want to fuck?"
"No, I don't want to fuck."
"Aw, come on. We could have lots of fun. I'll put my prick in your great pussy. I'll kiss your boobs, and suck on them."
"I don't want you to kiss my boobs."
"How about if I suck on them? Would you like that. I'll suck on them real good."
"Oh, go jerk off," I said. I was trying not to be bothered by what he said, but I could feel the itch in my groin starting to grow. I looked at his cock. It was in a half-erected state. I think that there was some juice dripping from the end of his cock. I tried not to get aroused by the idea of fucking him. I wanted to watch television. But I couldn't help it, my snatch was pounding and pulsing like mad. I was getting hotter, getting hotter all the time.
He danced around in the room. His cock was bobbing up and down. I was fascinated by his dick. I thought about how soft and nice it was. I wanted to put it in my muff. I tried to put that thought away, but I couldn't help myself.
"Will you please get out of my way. Go away Adrian."
"No, I want to fuck."
"I wnat to watch television."
"Tough shit. We are going to screw."
"I'll tell mother you tried to fuck me."
"You wouldn't, you wouldn't"
"I would, I would so."
"You can't because, I'll tell Mom that you fucked me, and then we would both be in trouble."
"It's quits then."
"Please fuck me."
"No." My cunt was pulsating. The itch was killing me. Adrian walked out of the room. Then he came back. This time he had nothing on. He was playing with his peter. He moved his hand back and forth on it. He was jerking off. He continued to play with his dong.
My cunt was tormenting me. I wanted to jerk off. What I really wanted to do was fuck Adrian. I went over to him and told him to stop masturbating in the living room.
"You might get it all over Mother's carpet."
"So what?"
"You know how much she-likes that rug. If there is anything on it, she will see it. And then she will start asking questions. What am I suppose to tell her, if she asks me what is on the rug?"
"Tell her that I blew my nose on it."
"Are you crazy?"
"Well it kinda looks like snot."
"I don't think that she would buy that. I don't believe that you could blow your nose on the carpet."
"I could too, I bet that I could."
"I dare you to."
"No, I wouldn't want to get the carpet messy."
"You see, you can't do it."
"Well, I could if I wanted to, I just don't want to."
"Go jerk off in your bedroom, will you?"
"See my dick, play with my dick. Please. Let me fuck you."
"What if I get pregnant. You know, I could get pregnant? We have been awfully lucky, but you could get me knocked up, you know that. Damn, but you are stupid."
"I don't think that we should." Oh, I was really wanting his pecker. The more that I looked at him, the more that I wanted. All of a sudden, I started unbuttoning my blouse. My boobs bounced out of my blouse. I hadn't worn a bra. Ma'am and Dad were kinda upset about the fact that I don't wear a bra sometimes, but they never said anything about it.
As soon as he saw my knockers, his cock got very hard. I could see the thing glistening. I wanted to have it.
He looked at me. "But I thought that you said that you didn't want to fuck, why are you taking off your blouse?"
"I am hot, and the sight of your prick is doing something to me. Maybe we could masturbate together."
"I have a better idea, why don't we sixty-nine?"
"You mean you will suck on my cunt?"
"Yep, while you suck on my cock."
"I'll bet your pecker isn't clean." He didn't say anything but he ran to the bathroom and he got a washcloth and some soap, and then he came back and washed his cock. I stripped all of my clothes off. I was fascinated with the idea of having him eat my pussy.
He stroked my body and then he put his hands on my snatch. He worked his fingers in my muff. The feelings were delicious. I was very aroused by what he was doing. My pussy was throbbing some more. I wanted to have him eat me out. I picked up his cock in my hand and started stroking it. His dick was hard and rubbery. I liked the feel of it in my hands. I squeezed it several times. And then I squeezed his balls.
"What am I supposed to do with the cream from your prick when you shoot it in my mouth?"
"You swallow it, Melba."
"Oh, yuck."
"Well, we could always fuck."
"No, Adrian, this way is better." I stroked his cock some more and he frigged my bushy cunt. The itch was spreading throughout my body. I wanted to have his tongue inside my muff. I pulled on his penis with my hands. He licked my tits. The sensation was really good. He nibbled on my boobs. He pulled the nipple into his mouth. I was getting hotter. My cunt was juicing like hell. He licked my chest. He ran his tongue all over my boobs. His lips pulled my nipples into his mouth and he sucked on them.
After a few minutes, I started doing the same thing to his chest. His nipples were small, and I licked them and then I sucked on them. I was very aroused by what he was doing and by what I was doing to him.
That I lay back and spread my voluptuous legs. He put his mouth to my pussy. He pulled one of the flaps into his mouth. He turned his body so that his cock was in my face. I licked the shaft of his cock. I ran my tongue up and down on his cock. I licked his balls. I flicked my tongue on the head of his cock. I pulled his balls into my mouth and sucked on them. I drooled on his prick.
He was running his tongue around my Venus mound. He pulled on the hairs on my cunt. He ran his tongue up the sloping flesh. I was getting very aroused by what he was doing to me. He ground his mouth against my pussy. His tongue darted into my hot moist cunny. As his tongue dug into my cunt, I let out a scream of passion.
I was panting like mad. I was heaving my breasts into the air. I liked the feel of his smooth body on mine. Our bodies glided over each other. I pulled on his cock with my lips. I nibbled on the head of his cock. There was a bead of juice on the slit at the top of his prick, I licked it off. Then I pulled his peter into my mouth and started sucking on it. I sucked on it as hard as I could. He was moaning and whimpering. I pushed the thing into me and then I pulled it out.
At the same time he was taking the folds of my pussy into his mouth and sucking on them.
He also licked on the folds. The sensations were fantastic. I liked what he was doing to my cunt. I thought that I was going to come soon.
I ground my cunt into his face and he pushed his cock down to me. I nearly choked on his dick. My belly and legs were burning with the passionate itch. I wanted to spend the rest of my life sixty-nining my brother.
Sometimes, he really pisses me off, but there are other times, when he is really nice. I like the way that he eats my pussy out. He can really move that tongue of his. He buried his tongue into me and worked some more.
Then he found my clit and he started working on it. He pulled it into his mouth. He licked it with his tongue. He sucked on it. He worked my clitty in and out of his mouth. The burning sensations were getting fiercer. I wanted to come so that the burning would be relieved. It was not that the burning was bad or painful, but it was agonizing in a pleasurable way. The more that I felt that special heat in my groin, the more that I wanted to come.
He shoved his tongue into me and kept tormenting me. I pulled his cock into my mouth and tried to give him a classy blow job. I tightened my lips around the head of his cock, and then I would pull the cock all the way into my mouth. I would also tighten my lips around the middle and the base of his pecker.
I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft. I pulled on his cock with all my power. I rubbed the smoothness of my mouth against the cock. He pushed the thing in and out of my mouth.
He was still eating my pussy. His mouth was now feverishly rubbing up and down. The feeling was highly erotic. He rubbed his pressed lips against my sensitive labia. He was still rubbing and playing with my clitty. He grazed it several times with his lips.
I was panting like crazy. I thought that I would come any minute. We kept working on each other. He rubbed me harder and faster. I could feel my cunt beginning to quiver. Chills were coursing through my body. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to go faster and faster.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth. I started licking on it like ice cream. I was slurping on the thing wildly. I was very aroused by his tongue treatment on my snatch. He worked his lips and tongue treatment on my snatch. He worked his lips and tongue up and down on my cunt. I was very excited by everything that he did. He kept the tongue working in my pussy. I pulled on his cock some more. I now had all of it in me. I had it into me clear to the hilt.
I tightened my lips around his peg. I squeezed the base of his prick. I pulled the thing into my mouth and then he spasmed. His cock was quivering. He gave a stifled scream and he poured his come into my mouth. I was shivering as I felt the come shoot into my mouth. I swallowed it with less scruples than I thought I had.
Then his orgasm triggered mine off. My legs were quivering like mad, and my pussy was pounding, the itch was incredibly anguishing. He rubbed his mouth on my cunty some more and then he ground his mouth hard against my pussy. I poured my juices into his hungry mouth.
He licked on my lips and folds some more. I came twice. I liked the feel of his cock in my mouth, and the feel of his mouth on my cunt. After my second climax, I felt his twitching warmth leaving my body. I lay there for several minutes and then Adrian went to the kitchen and fixed some pop com. Adrian's a crazy fucker.
I was fascinated by the normalcy of their relationship. They would fight with each other and yet still have sex together. The more Melba talked the better she seemed to be getting. We talked about the way that she felt towards her parents.
"Oh, Mom and Dad are all right, but I never know what they are thinking, I wished that they would talk to me more. I would have preferred that they would have told me about sex, rather than letting me find out from Adrian, what it was all about. I guess the main problem in my family is that none of us talk to each other. I mean really talk. Oh, sure we talk about unimportant things like what's on the television, and the kind of music we like, but we never talk about sex, or growing up. I really don't know what I am going to do with my life.
And the other thing that bothers me is that I never know what is wrong and what is right. like my parents never told me what to do. They never said anything about not having sex with Adrian, but yet I still feel that it is wrong."
"Have you had any more sex with your brother, since the last session?"
"No, I haven't. I feel a lot better. Except that I still get the desire to have him every now and then. I mean its easy to do it with him around. I know him very well and I know what makes him happy. With a lot of guys I wouldn't know what to do."
"Tell me some more about your experiences with Adrian."
"Okay."
The following is a transcript of the fifteenth session.
Before I talk about Adrian, can I tell you about a dream I had one time. I just flashed on it and I think it might be important.
I had this dream several times, and since I stopped having sex with him, it's gone away. Well, it starts like this. I am in this large white room. There are hundreds of doors, but they are all locked. There is no way to get out. I sit there feeling very lonely, and scared. One of the doors opens up and its my brother. And then the other doors begin to open up and more of my brothers come out. The room is filled with Adrians.
There are maybe a hundred Adrians in the room. They all come towards me. They are laughing and singing, whaling songs. They are all nude. Their cocks are stiff and I look down and see that I have no clothes on. I try to cover up my nakedness, but they laugh. And then they start touching me. They rub their hands all over my boobs. They pull on my nipples. My cunt starts burning, but it's not just a feeling, but there's a real fire in my cunt. I want to scream, but I can't. They hold me down and then they start to rape me. They all put their cocks into me. Each of them stands in line.
They all take turns slamming their cocks into my pussy. The feelings are very good. I come several times. I like the feeling that the cocks in my cunt give me. I squirm and try to get free, but they keep fucking me. I want to stop. I kick one of them off of me, and I get up and try to get out of the room, but the doors are lock and I can't escape.
I want to get out, but I can't. I go back down to them and I lay on the floor and they keep fucking me. The feelings get better and better. I find myself floating in empty space. There are stars whirling about me. I feel pulled down. My soul is on fire. I turn over and over.
My cunt pounds.
I feel hair growing all over my body. And then I see myself and I realize that I am a giant cunt. I am all covered with hair. I am pulsing and pounding. I am shooting and shooting.
My pussy hair is all matted down with gelatinous globs of come. I see this giant prick coming at me, and it spears me. I scream, but because I am a giant cunt, I can't scream. I can only get wet and pulse. The cock moves in and out of me. The pounding gets faster. The faster it gets the more I want to stop.
I explode and my body is whirring through the universe.
Each piece of me swirls about in the empty cosmos, and then it begins to whirl about and fall into a vortex and the pieces are pulled together and I see that I am no longer a giant cunt.
There is no one left in the white room, and then all of a sudden, the rooom changes to black and my parents come into it. I am still nude, and I try to cover myself up. I don't want them to see me nude. I am ashamed of my body. They walk around me. They are wearing hoods and robes. I think that they are witches or something. But I know that they are my parents.
They stand around me and they probe at my pussy with plungers. They push on it. And they suck out all my come juice and Adrian's come juice and then they put it in a test tube and they look at me and tell me that I have been fucking Adrian.
I lie to them, but they tell me that they have the proof in the test tubes. Then they take out ropes and they hang me. They try to pull my body apart with the ropes. They keep pulling and tearing at me and then my body is pulled apart and Adrian steps out.
Sometimes, I wake up before Adrian steps out, and sometimes I wake up before they start pulling my body apart, but if I can stay with the dream, I see Adrian step out of my body. I guess that the dream means that I feel very guilty about the things that Adrian and I did.
After we stopped fucking and started sucking we never went back to it. Once we butt-fucked but it was awfully painful for me and there was no sexual release so we never tried it again. I think Adrian really dug it.
My parents left again. This time they were on a little vacation, for about three days. They went to Boston, to visit my mother's parents. My grandmother is really a gas. She's about eighty and she used to be a professional dancer. She drinks an awful lot, but other than that she is really cool.
I don't really have anything against drinking, it's just that I don't think that I will ever be able to drink. The stuff burns my throat. I don't like the feel of the stuff as it burns me out.
Well, anyway, my parents were gone. And
Adrian took it into his warped mind that we were going to have an orgy for three days.
"Boy, this is gonna be fun, we can fuck for three days."
"I told you I don't wanna fuck anymore."
"I didn't mean fuck, I meant suck, that's just as good."
"Well, maybe."
"Aw, come on, you are getting to be a real drag."
"Shut up."
"Fuck you."
"No, you can't, if you really want to we could sixty-nine."
"I knew that nooky of yours was real horny for my tongue. And I bet you'd like to eat me out too."
"Maybe," I said coyly. He started taking his clothes off. He took his sweatshirt and his jeans off. Then he took off his red tennis shoes. All he had on was his underwear. His cock was trying to escape from the tightness of his pants. I thought that they were going to rip through the material. I looked at him and my eyes wandered down to his prick.
He came over to me and pulled me to the floor. He was awfully rough. He ripped my blouse off. I had my bra on. It was a nice black lacy one.
"Would you mind posing for me? like in those girly magazines?"
"Okay, Adrian, that sounds like fun." I went into the bedroom and took out what I thought were some real sexy nightgowns.
I put them on. I arranged my hair so that it draped over my boobs, just enough so that my nipples were hidden. Then I came out into the room, and my hips were swinging. We turned on the record player and I danced for him.
I swiveled my hips and thrust out my cunt towards him. He was watching and the anxiety of seeing me dressed like that really got to him. His cock was really hard and stiff. He took off his underwear and watched me. He was playing with his meat.
The music was rock 'n'roll. I started to dance like a go-go girl. The electric wah wah guitars somehow were effecting my cunt. The faster the beat was, the more my twat throbbed. I stripped slowly. I threw off the night gown. All I had on were some panties. I pulled them off and danced some more. He kept playing with his dong.
I was getting hotter and hotter. I wanted to fuck him, and get my hot flesh together with his.
I didn't know if we ever would.
Shit, if I could just let him know how gorgeous he was, and how much I wanted to get his tool into me. I thought about it, and I wanted him inside me.
Adrian! I whispered to myself, Adrian! Come on! How fucking long do you think I can wait?!
He looked at me, but didn't come over yet. It would be so easy, and I'd be willing to fuck him, but the thought of getting knocked up kept surfacing in my mind. Then I turned off the record player and I sat around and posed for him, I took one of the pillows of the couch and covered my hot juicy quim with it.
I fondled my breasts. All my posing and dancing around was really getting to my cunt. I placed one of my hands over my pussy and my little finger flipped into my cunt. I worked the finger in and out. I wanted to jerk off, I wanted to come.
Adrian got off the sofa and came over to me. He turned me so that my ass was facing him. He put his mouth to my ass. He bit my fleshy ass. He ran his fingers up and down the crease between my cheeks.
The feeling was very erotic. He traced a delicate line between them. He worked his fingers up and down. My pussy was getting very wet with excitement. He nibbled on my cheeks some more. Then he put his mouth to my anus. He nibbled on the outer ring of muscles that encircle the ass-hole. The feeling was fantastic. I groaned as he mouthed me. He ran his tongue around the rim of the anus. His teeth bit into my ass-hole.
I screamed passionately as he continued to work on me. I was filled with pleasure and passion. I wanted to come. I thought that my quim was going to explode, but I didn't come.
He worked on my anus some more. He licked the ass-hole out and then darted his tongue into my donut hole. He licked my rectal tunnel. He got my anus very wet. He slobbered all over my ass. And then he took his hand and played with my cunt as he licked my ass. I was thrilled with the wonderful feelings. He licked me some more.
I didn't think that I could control the way that I felt. I was shaking with excitement. My body was burning with passion and lust.
He removed his mouth and hand from my ass-hole and cunt and then he took his prick and probed my anus. He pushed the prick against it and then he forced his way into me. I screamed with agony as he worked his penis into my ass. He grabbed my buns and shoved his prick into me, clear to the hilt.
He was hurting me, but at the same time, I found the sensations very exciting. He shoved his cock harder and faster into my ass-hole. He worked himself in and out of me. He shoved his thing hard into me. He stroked my back as he continued buggering me. I didn't know if I could take the pain much more, I concentrated on something else. I thought if I could keep my mind off of my ass, that maybe the pain wouldn't be so bad. I tried to work out Einstein's theory as he fucked me faster. Then suddenly he was gasping and snarling. He had filled my ass with his hot come. I was filled with his white sticky stuff.
He pulled his cock out of me, and then he lay down.
"Hey dummy, aren't you going to eat my cunt out?"
"Why should I?"
"Because I let you fuck me in the ass."
"Oh, all right." He clamped his mouth over my cunt and started to work on it. It was what I needed. He pulled the folds of my cunt into his mouth. He sucked on them, and then suddenly after several minutes, I felt myself coming and shooting.
He licked on my clitty. He rubbed his lips against my labia. And I exploded into a thousand pieces. I jerked and convulsed and then the warmth and the itch faded away. And I felt guilty once again.
CONCLUSION:
She was lucky and she took well to the therapy. She stopped having all forms of sex with her brother. I talked with her brother for a few sessions. They both agreed not to bother each other about their sexual needs. Melba was a very pretty girl and she had no problems getting a boyfriend. Adrian-likewise had an easy time in getting a girlfriend. They could then relieve their sexual frustrations with little or no guilt.
-Overall, I felt the therapy I administered on this brother-sister relationship helped to alleviate their problem. My therapy was mere exposure of the problem.
CASE NUMBER SIX RHONDA
INTERVIEW ONE:
NOTES:
We now explore a case of a young girl, nineteen years of age, who was involved in the cult of motorcycle-sex. Rhonda, unlike other young women who enjoy promiscuity with whole numbers of bikers, developed an attraction for one in particular.
She is, by anyone's standards, a highly attractive girl. Beneath a curiously bad-ish face she possesses a remarkably slim figure, rounded perfectly in the breasts, hips and bottom.
Once again the case history commences with description of early experiences, in order to present an in-depth look at the developmental process.
My first sexual experience? I've got to go way back into the alley to fetch up that memory ... oh, yes, I recall it now. Yes!
I was about fourteen. I had this big interest in animals back then, and since I lived in the city my mother decided to take me for a drive up to the country. (My father died when I was a baby.)
Anyhow, some friends of hers had a farm upstate and Mom decided to make a weekend of it. We were having a great time and I was observing many different animals on the farm.
The day before we were supposed to leave Mom took me for a walk through the pastures, with our friend's Great Dane tagging along.
My favorites were the cows, and as we watched them at rest, a tame old bull sauntered up to us. I began to stroke his back and looked over to mama-but her eyes weren't following me.
They were riveted down under the bull's belly, and I followed her gaze until I saw it. The gigantic, amazing cock.
I had excited the bull and his prick was flopping against his sleek belly. He was old but still his dark balls were heavy with semen.
My mother's mouth began to water. I was scared-I'd never seen her like that-but at the same time urges were surfacing in my pubescent pussy and tender, growing breasts.
Mom was wearing very tight shorts which made her cunt lips visible now, and they seemed to be swelling up as she watched the bull's meat jerking.
Mom sighed in disappointment when the bull bounded off to the cows for some action, but suddenly she swung around and bent down to pet the Great Dane.
"Rhonda," she said, "do you know what it's like for a healthy woman to live for years and years without a man? It's hell, Rhonda ... there are natural desires..."
With that explanation she reached down at the Dane's groin and took his mammoth prick in her hand. I watched and my pussy filled with tension as Mom held the long, pale shaft in her fist and began to run her fingers lightly across it.
The Great Dane growled low and excited and lay down in the grass on its side. Mom placed her other hand on his high-hung balls and softly played with them.
The animal's slab seemed to unfold to unbelievable lengths under Mom's talented fingers.
"Rhonda," moaned my mother, "Rhonda ... your mother is going to do something bad now ... your mother wants it so much ... please try to understand..."
Her words were cut off as her mouth plunged down over the dog-wand, in one gulp driving its cool hardness between her lips and against the roof of her mouth.
With her hands she was pulling off her shorts and before long she was masturbating as her mouth bounced up and down on the animal's stick. I watched as she tormented the Dane into ecstasy by clenching her teeth around it and pulling back his foreskin with her lips, then hurtling her lips down nearly to his stuffed balls.
The dog was giving out long deep growls and rolling its eyes back into its head as Mom drove her mouth up to where his nuts hung.
I watched in growing passion as she blew the animal-I wanted an animal prick of my own. I saw a donkey across the field and hoped he would come over to me.
But I couldn't tear myself away from what was happening at my feet. Mom couldn't stuff the whole slab up her mouth, so the base of his dick had to settle for the probing of her fingers. Meanwhile with her other hand Mom worked on the clitoris that gleamed from between patches of beaver, and I saw it harden under her touch.
I couldn't believe what happened next. Mom swung her lower body out over the dog's face in a "69" position. The dog sniffed in the air, caught the scent of pussy, and suddenly his long red tongue shot up into her cavern.
Mom's whole body shook with passion as the tongue seemed to unwind for miles inside her, dragging its endless wet power across her erect clitoris.
As she sucked his dick more fiercely the dog responded in kind. Its tongue was twice the length and width of a human's and Mom was soaring as it wedged the hot wet mouth-slab against the stretching boundaries of her box. I watched Mom's beautiful buttocks as they bobbed up and down on the Great Dane's mouth. The dog momentarily extracted his tongue from her pit and flung it instead up her delicate ass crack.
The tongue's redness was sharp against the pallor of her ass as it teased the sensitive slot. Frenzied by the mixed smells of cunt and ass the dog increased the speed of its mouth work.
Mom was frantic now as it retraced its oral path back to her expectant twat, again filling her opening with its endless pointed tongue.
The donkey was attracted by the dog's yelps and slowly cantered across the field to the scene. In maniacal anticipation I undid my summer dress and stood clothed only in my panties.
Finally mother could stand it no more. She leaped off the dog and lay down on her stomach. I knew what had to come.
The Dane stood up, barking wildly now. Mom's heaving form was electric with desire. Her ass-hole was still wet where the dog had licked.
She spread her legs on the sunlit grass. The dog put its front paws on her milky back, drew its hind legs up and ripped into her.
"Ohhh!" shouted my mother, half hysterical with carnal pleasure. "It's so big!"
She didn't know how much her babbling was turning me on.
"Oh Rhonda ... oh ... it's not like a human cock ... not like your father's ... so much harder ... so much bigger..."
I could see pretty well but circled behind her to get a perfect view. There I could make out the outline of the giant meat as it plunged inside mother, stretching her whole abdomen to its shape.
I could see Mom's pussy appear to reach out to grab the prick and pull it even deeper and out through her belly. That's what is seemed like as Mom muttered:
"Oh God ... oh ... split me in two!"
The dog fucked her in quicker strokes now, driving his prong at sixty miles an hour to the depths of her cunt and giving her clit some action too.
It started giving crazy, high-pitched yipping sounds from somewhere deep in its throat and stiffened.
Mom screamed, "Let it come ... oh, let it come! Oh! Rhonda he's pouring it into me! He's pouring his sticky dog-gism into my hole! Oh! More!"
My own hole was on fire as the Great Dane shot spears of hot sperm up my mother's aperture until there was too much for her to hold and it dripped onto the summer grass.
The dog stayed locked inside Mom for long moments, and my awakened body couldn't take the boredom. To my great joy the donkey had approached me.
His cock was twice the size of the dog's.
One of my hands wrapped itself around the top of his thing. The other sunk four fingers into my own hole.
"Look!" I shouted to mother. "I'm doing like you did to the Great Dane!" But my mother couldn't hear me from the plateau of sexual pleasure she was on.
Soon I realized I needed both hands for the donkey dick that seemed to grow huger every moment. That was alright with me because my pussy was so hot without my help anyhow.
I wondered if I could suck the donkey the way mother had done to the dog.
I lay down under the donkey. His prick was at least a foot long and wider than my hand. Its pale gray length was a patchwork of strong, supple veins leading to a little hole on the tip of two testicles the size of baseballs at the bottom.
My lust grew as the dong slapped urgently against my cheeks and forehead, seeking refuge. I gripped it with both hands like a baseball bat and stared at the tip of greyish liquid that collected in the little hole.
Then I stretched out my jaws as far as I could, took a deep breath and pulled his cock in my mouth.
I thought I would pass out as the donkey immediately tried to drive it all the way down my throat. I struggled and managed to arrange things so that my overstuffed mouth was clenched around at least five inches of the delicious stick.
Still I nearly choked on the meal. I didn't even have to move my mouth up and down, the way mother did. He began to fuck my mouth instead, in long trembling strokes.
I let my teeth slide against his skin and this seemed to madden him more as two edges of faint pain surrounded the glowing wet area of my mouth.
His hairless balls swung against my neck and chin as he drove into my skull with his shaft. Suddenly Mom must have opened her eyes because she gave a terrified shriek.
"Rhonda! No! It'll kill you!"
I heard her trying to shake the Great Dane loose, but to no avail. The prick was still lodged inside her and she had become a victim of her own depravity.
It was too late anyhow. The onslaught began with just the faintest trickle of salty water, which was followed by oil wells of body-warmed gism.
Even the first jet of it filled my mouth, but it continued in spasm for what seemed like hours, foaming all around my head, choking me, cutting off my breath until I went under in a swoon of asphyxiating donkey come.
I had fainted. I opened my eyes after a few moments and felt as though I'd slept for hours. But the gism that covered my entire face stuck in my hair reminded me of my recent escapade.
Then I heard my mother crying. I sat up and saw that the dog's cock was still imbedded inside her. Pain was beginning to spread through her body and she begged me to try to chase the dog.
I later learned that dogs' members often become locked in like that, whether to other dogs or humans, but then I tried beating the dog, which only made him harder inside my mother.
Mom was weeping in agony now and I decided there was only one thing to do.
"I'm going for help, Mom," I shouted.
She begged me not to, anguished over the idea of our friends, the Cruses', seeing her like that, but my fear for her outweighed all other considerations.
Mr. Cruse was a burly, red-skinned, lovable man of forty or so, and when I told him mother was in trouble he took my hand and we began to run towards the scene.
We arrived to find Mom still pierced by the inextricable prick.
"Martha," stammered Mr. Cruse, "how ... how did this happen?"
"Oh, Roy," cried my mother, "what do you think it's been like for me since Joe died. I've wanted so much to be fucked ... I wish you would have come into the room one night and let me suck your cock." As Roy Cruse listened to her and stared at the dork bulging inside her lovely vagina this nice big man began to change into a creature of total lust.
"Only one way to get that dog's pecker out of your pussy, Martha. That's to make him start again and pull him out before he comes."
My mother blushed crimson.
"No! There must be another way..." Then her voice changed tone as she realized what Roy was up to.
"But if you want to watch..." her voice trailed off sweetly.
"Yes," he grunted. "I want to watch. I want to see my dog screwing you until you scream."
With that Mom reached her hand back behind her ass and grabbed that portion of dog-dick that emerged from her hole. The dog's balls began to grow again as Mom toyed with them.
In order to help I sat behind the Dane and Mom slid my middle finger into the dog's ass-hole. This seemed to trigger something off and his prick uncoiled to its full length inside of mother.
Mom dropped her hands from the tube and I took over with both hands. The shaft was cool and its hardness amazed me. Mr. Cruse was watching the whole thing with baited breath.
Mother was groaning in pleasure again as the dog began to fuck her again. On the upstroke it seemed like he would pull her insides out, and on the downstroke it seemed like her pussy would snap like a rubber band, so powerful was the superhuman phallus.
"Roy," my mother hollered," are you watching? Can you see that penis ripping up my insides?" She pushed her ass up off the grass to force the column up farther.
"I see it," Roy answered, unzipping his pants and stepping out of his underpants. "I see that wand fucking you and I see you driving your ass against it, Martha."
He yanked off his underpants and let his hard-on throb to the sight before him. Mother looked up and saw it dangling from between his hairy thighs.
"oh, Roy," she yelled, "I want your prick too! Come sit in front of my face and let me blow you!"
As the Great Dane hurtled his meat between her pried-open buttocks mother reached out and gripped Roy's tool to bring it down to her face. Roy sat before her and mother raised her head to his lap.
She gave out with a moan of doubled enjoyment as her tongue teased the tiny slit in his prick's tip, sending shivers of light, delicate ecstasy through the whole thing.
Roy grabbed her head and forced her mouth all the way down on the cock until her mouth was as stuffed as her pussy. She didn't need any more encouragement as her head leapt up and down on his dong, dispatching voluptuous liquid warmth all along the veined skin.
I held onto the huge Great Dane's balls as they bobbled wildly between my fingers and Mom's pearly ass. Mom's hair was swinging around in the air as over and over she plummeted down over her new lover's wand, driving its rigid tip down nearly to her throat.
Then her lips gave a last shot down and her head stood still to accept Roy's offering. Tremors racked her body as the dog still screwed her and Roy's gism jetted inside her sperm-hungry lips.
Roy lay before her for a moment, then stood up and circled around to where I was fondling the smooth dark nuts.
"Tell me when the dog is about to shoot," he instructed my mother. "That's when his defenses are down and I'll pull him out."
His excitement was still great and he could hardly keep his hands off me.
"Now!" came Mother's call. "Oh ... I think ... he's going to come inside me!"
At that signal Roy took the dog's slab in both hands and yanked. The dog barked fiercely and pumped geysers of his juice flush against mother's ass-hole. The white rain poured against her crack and my hand instinctively clutched around the dog's balls to make sure every rivulet of cream would gush between her buttocks.
Then I watched as Roy fucked my mother human-style.
By the time we left it had gotten dark. The three of us-and the Great Dane-walked towards the farmhouse completely drained. It was the Great Dane who was saw that was not normal in the farmhouse.
"That's funny," said Roy, "all the lights are on. My wife's usually asleep by this time, and she never keeps all the lights on."
Something else was strange, too. Loud rock music blared from open windows. Something was definitely very wrong.
We broke into a trot. Roy pulled open the kitchen door and a karate chop instantly felled him. Mother and I turned and tried to run by many hands held us.
"You ain't goin' nowhere," cackled a tall, sexy brunette whose V-neck blouse showed fantastic cleavage. "You're staying right here and partyin' with the Gypsies."
I didn't know who the Gypsies were then, but it didn't take me long to figure out. The Gypsies had to be the two dozen or so long-haired, muscle-bound men who were holding us and Mrs. Cruse hostage in the Cruse's own home.
Though I was afraid, at the same time something began pulsing in my veins as I watched these ruffians with their cutoff denim jackets and gleaming black boots swill bottles of the Cruse's scotch.
"Mistah Cruse," mocked one of the Gypsies, "we're gonna have a little game now. We call it Gypsy Says. It's like Simon Says, 'cept for one thing. If you don't do like Gypsy says we cut your balls off."
We knew he meant it. For emphasis one of the other Gypsies flicked out a steak knife from a drawer and ran his finger along the blade.
"First," growled the leader of the Gypsies, a handsome young guy with long blonde curls, "Gypsy says to come over here and rip the clothes off your wife."
Roy Cruse stood openmouthed. He didn't move quickly enough, so a switchblade darted out and slit his shirt neatly from top to bottom.
In terror Roy crossed the room to where his wife stood pressed against the kitchen table. She was an attractive fortyish woman whose black hair fell down over rounded, still-hard tits.
She glared into her husband's eyes, and I really couldn't tell if it was in passion or sarcasm that she said:
"Come on, Roy. Do as they say. Undress me."
With shaking fingers Roy undid the buttons on her old-fashioned blouse. The air was charged with excitement as he opened the blouse to reveal a frilly blue brasseire of the French type, that barely covered her ample breasts.
"Wow!" laughed one Of the Gypsy girls, "we've got a red-hot babe here."
I couldn't believe Mrs.. Cruse's response.
"Yes," she whispered. "You don't have to be a motorcycle girl to enjoy ... different things."
Roy fumbled with her blouse but pulled it off, then reached behind her and undid the catch of her brassiere. The bra slid off in his hands and Mrs. Cruse's dynamic knocks spilled out in freedom.
They were pale fruits that stood out proudly, with nipples as erect as two pink little pricks.
As the Scotch was passed around-even my mother, with her eyes riveted to Mrs. Cruse's body unthinkingly took a swig-the silence of expectant genitals filled the farmhouse kitchen.
Now Roy turned away from his wife with tears in his eyes.
"Please, boys," he begged, "don't make me do this."
"Gypsy says stop blubbering," came a voice, and a Gypsy fist nearly shattered Roy Cruse's jaw.
Still whimpering, but convinced of their seriousness, Roy turned to his wife and undid the hooks of her tight short skirt. It fell to the floor and she stood with her black beaver clearly visible under her matching blue panties.
"Gypsy says-rip 'em off."
Roy looked at his wife. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was labored. He curled his hand around the skimpy panties and gave a violent tug.
The Gypsies-and my mother-gave involuntary gasps as Mrs. Cruse's nakedness finally sprang forth. Mom took another gulp on the liquor as Mrs. Cruse's pussy showed it coral lips to everyone in the room.
"Gypsy says-no. You give the order, Mrs. Cruse."
There was a long hush. Slowly the big-breasted woman opened her eyes and stared into the crowd, then at her pitiful husband.
"Get down on your knees, Roy. Get down. Now you eat my pussy in front of everyone."
As if in a dream, Roy sank down near his inflamed wife. He pried open her thighs with his hands and began to rub his nose in her muff.
He drove his nose against her clit, which gleamed in the light. She gripped the table with both hands, trying to drive his face more sharply into her broiling snatch.
"Your tongue," she groaned, "Roy, give me your tongue!"
It flicked out like a lizard between her hairy lips, tracing a track straight through her wet tunnel. She closed her eyes again and draped both legs over her husbands back, beckoning him ever further.
Meanwhile the Gypsies were getting ready to give a second playing of Gypsy says.
"You two mother and daughter?" asked the leader.
"Yes," my mother answered. "Names?"
"My name is Martha and my daughter is Rhonda."
"Awright. Martha, Simon says undress your daughter."
Without a word of complaint mother stripped me in seconds. I stood before the cyclist with my trim, tender young breast-buds and lightly-haired quim completely open to their burning gaze.
The Gypsies' blonde leader-Alex-walked over to me and spun me around to inspect me.
"Not bad, Rhonda ... not bad at all."
He pried open my twat and pretended to be inspecting it too.
"Rhonda, how would you like to have your cunt eaten the way Roy is doing to his wife?" I looked over and saw Mrs. Cruse slamming her husband's head down deep into her crotch. I saw the way her body was stiff with lust and how her husband's tongue trembled against her clit, and the truth welled up from within me.
"Yes," I told him. "I would like it very much."
I didn't have to say any more. In a flash Alex knelt before me and wrapped his mouth around my clit, which in his mouth became fully rigid and terrifically sensitized to his every oral caress.
His strong hands reached around me and squeezed my ass cheeks as though they were the most important buttocks in the world. That thrilled me too, to feel the strength massaging my packed ass.
But what drove me to. a frenzy was the sucking of my clit. He was pulling on it like a baby pulls for milk, seeming to beg for a discharge into his mouth.
I was young and so I did do just that-discharge. Almost instantly I came, hurling seas of cream through the gates of my cunt into his lapping mouth. He gulped as though he'd been dying of thirst, cooing as the foam bathed his whole mouth.
Then he stood up and sneered at me.
"Virgin! You sure come quick!"
As I looked in his eyes I knew I didn't want to be a virgin any more. I didn't want him to sneer at me, either. I wanted to guide his prick inside where his mouth had been.
A glance passed between us that signified something deep. Meanwhile my mother had covered another biker's denim-swathed hard-on with her palm and was necking with the drunken cyclist.
In the center of the room about ten Gypsies, male and female, were lined up to watch the Cruses perform, now with total abandon.
She had spread her legs with her own hands now and they quivered in the air as her pubic bush seemed to enclose Roy's bouncing skull.
"Roy," she implored, "please come inside me now-with your cock."
Roy stood up to the applause of the Gypsies and was quickly bare-pricked and hard.
Mrs. Cruse's eyes widened at the sight of his slab.
"Everyone wants to see you fuck me now, Roy. Everyone wants to see me take your staff inside my pussy."
She was definitely right about that. Several of the girls were openly masturbating now as they followed the Cruses' progress.
Roy rammed it into her gaping aperture with a shout of released inhibition. She clasped his body tightly to her and they began to rock together in a steady, deep penetration.
They were in their own world now, and the
Gypsies began to pair off into fucking groups. Mother was half-naked in the comer with three Gypsies covering her body with kisses.
Suddenly everything was too much for me. I lurched against a wall and was almost at the point of passing out when someone broke my fall with a pair of comforting hands. It was Alex.
His voice was strangely kind coming from such a frighteningly dressed person.
"Come on outside," he said, leading me out from the sex-crazy throng and into the cool quiet world outside.
"It's too heavy scenes in there for you," he told me. I looked into his slate-gray eyes and saw not violence, hatred and rape there but gentleness and concern.
We talked by ourselves for hours. Alex explained to me why he had become a Gypsy and what he hoped to accomplish through treating people like the Cruses the way he did.
"Look. Those people live according to ancient outmoded ideas of sex. They probably do it once a month, and he gets it somewhere else when he's horny."
I told him about Roy and my mother.
"You see how hypocritical that is? And all that time her desire was to have her pussy eaten and be fucked in front of a crowd. I think she should be free to do that. So in forcing them into public sex I was trying to set free their own desires. Understand?"
I was too much in love to really understand, but his voice enchanted me.
"See, I want everyone to do what they want."
"And what do you want?" I asked him, reaching out and finding his groin. "Because I want to do anything you want me to."
He moved closer to me in the darkness. The light from the kitchen cast a yellow circle on his crotch and I saw his juicy dork uncurl and stiffen beneath his jeans.
I undid the silver buckle that kept his wondrous dick from me and quickly pulled down his zipper. He wasn't wearing underwear and the head of his prick jumped out of its bondage and into my waiting hand.
Winding around the tip there ran a nice ridge where he'd been circumcised. I pressed that with my thumb as his hands began to search my still-naked form.
He raised his ass to allow me to pull his jeans down to his boots. My need was becoming tremendous after the donkey and the Cruses and the eating I'd had before. Now I wanted one simple thing: to be a real woman with Alex.
I had to take off his boots in order to get the jeans clear from his supple legs. Gently I slipped each boot off, then his socks. I pressed my lips to his feet and rolled his toes between my lips.
Slowly I kissed my way up his ankles, calf, the undersides of his knees, up to where the hair started to grow thicker. I covered his thigh with my teeth, pretending to be about to reach up and bite his prick.
As I licked towards his phallus a faint, rich odor began to waft down-the moisture gathering around his cock's quivering tip. I sunk my tongue into the crevice between his left ball and thigh, tickling him. But he wasn't laughing. He was panting, and so was I as I took one ball in my mouth and let its thick hair and delicious roundness slip between my teeth.
Then I finally began on his shaft itself. I started at the base where the prickly hairs still were thick, and shone in the kitchen-light with my saliva.
His hands played with my hair as I advanced on his member from below. At the edge of his purple knob my tongue sped around and his body jerked its joy.
At last I couldn't stand it any longer-I had to suck it. My mouth came down like a dive bomber, burying the seven inches in the recesses of my throat.
I was paying him back double for the eating he'd performed on me. like a vampire I sucked for dear life to the accompaniment of his labored breathing.
My right hand cradled his ass and now my left hand offered two fingers at the entrance of his butt-slit. He leaned back onto them, slowly pulling my middle fingers between the hot tightness of his buttocks.
As I slid my fingers deeper I let my teeth clench his cock head and this drove him wild.
"Yes, bite!" he commanded, and his wish was my command. I shut my eyes and bit hard, as if into an apple.
"Harder!" he begged, and now I gave myself to it, biting and chewing the sensitive skin while I pumped my hand harder into his rear-hole.
I took both hairy nuts between my teeth now and began to chew them too. That was what he wanted, that and the rapid in-and-out of my fingers in his anus. Through the soft skin of his groin I could feel my fingertips surging against his very innards as I bit.
As I returned to the pillar and chewed its thickness he shot. The roof of my mouth was assaulted by the onslaught of boiled gism. I held his cock tight between my teeth as the volley continued for long seconds, stuffing my whole oral cavity with sperm.
After that we were always together. I started to ride with the Gypsies right away, even though I was very young. I was madly in love with Alex.
Sure, I had to go down on the other Gypsies too--whatever they wanted-but everyone knew I was really Alex's "mama".
I began to hear rumblings of discontent from some of the more mindless Gypsies about the directions Alex was leading them in. They weren't interested in the spiritual side of free sex and riding that Alex was-they just wanted to fuck and kill.
They also resented the fact that I seemed to enjoy screwing and sucking more with Alex than with them. One day when I returned to the campsite after shopping for some food, St. Louis Blue and Rage, two of the most violent, crazy Gypsies, began to shove me around.
"You got the hot pants for this bitch, St. Loo?"
"Naw. Fuck her."
"Not me. She's Big Bad Alex's pussy."
"Then let's take her to her boyfriend."
Their unfunny patter put me on edge, and I told them to take me to Alex for real.
"You said it, bitch," Rage guffawed. "He's got the biggest prick of all of us."
When I finally saw Alex I saw where their cruel joke came from. Alex was handcuffed to a tree, naked. Around his penis there was a tube of metal with knife-sharp little points digging into his flesh. The contraption had a device worked into it for stretching out a cock as if on the "rack". It was indeed an incredible medieval torture that they were performing on Alex.
I screamed and ran over to him. He was delirious with pain. Some of the girls told me it'd been four hours since he'd argued with Rage and St. Loo over me and they'd forced this machine on his luscious wand.
I tried to undo it but only made it worse. The points dug in so far to my lover's cock that small droplets of blood began to appear.
Laughing, Rage produced a little key.
"I can let him go for you," he said. "But you have to play with me first. You have to play Gypsy says the real Gypsy way."
"You animal!" I exploded. Alex opened his eyes and saw me, half-fainting with pain.
I knew I had to help him. And I knew the only way to prevent permanent prick damage was to comply with the madmen's game.
"All right," I relented. "Go ahead and start."
"Strip!" spat Rage.
I started to undress when his boot slammed into my stomach and he gave another perverse chuckle.
"I didn't say 'Gypsy Says'! " he bellowed.
After some more of this he finally had me naked at his feet. Alex's eyes opened wide, not wanting to believe what was happening.
"Gypsy Says unzip my pants." Rage's horse-sized penis threatened to split his zipper as I went along with him, and soon its pale fullness filled my palm.
What followed was the most painful fuck of my life. He ordered me to take from his duffel bag a penis-sheath on which he'd tied sandpaper from the tip. He laughed as he made me tie it with a rubber band to the end of his banana.
Everyone gathered to watch. The sandpaper covered the front three inches of Rage's meat and I knew what was about to happen.
"Gypsy Says to tell Rage how much you want the sandpaper prick inside you," he said.
"And you better make it good," St. Louis Blue expounded, "or pretty boy over here won't ever fuck you again."
He reached over and before my eyes twisted a knob on the side of the torture instrument that stretched Alex's pain-wracked phallus out to where it would split open from the pressure-to nearly a foot in length.
Alex shrieked like someone being burned at the stake, and I knew I had to help him.
"Rage," I purred as best I could, "I don't have to tell you how much I've wanted your cock all along. But now I want it more than ever. I'm spreading my legs for you, Rage, because I want to feel that sandpaper rip up my tender cunt. You don't know how much I need to have it jammed all the way up against my clit with its huge raw pain slicing through my chasm. Only you can wedge the agony of the sandpaper prick deep enough inside me, Rage!"
The pain was like an atomic explosion as his meat did in fact smash inside me. I had to pretend to enjoy the horrible pain, so for Alex's sake I lifted up my legs and begged Rage to fuck me faster.
Each stroke was like a knife blade embedding itself in my totally dry hole, but I moaned as if in ecstasy.
"Oh Rage, how I love it-please Rage-I'm spread wide for you because you're fucking me so hard, Rage! I want every inch, Rage!"
I was nearly passing out from agony when
Rage ordered me to flip over on my belly.
Alex's parched voice croaked out the words, "Rhonda-don't."
But for him I couldn't refuse. Rage's thick hands spread out my ass cheeks and I bit into a clump of grass to try from screaming as the sandpaper-draped staff blasted into my back slit.
Rage slammed his abdomen against my back and twisted the sinister stick as far into my ravaged interior as he possibly could.
"Go ahead," he grunted, "Gypsy Says tell me how it feels."
"Aaaaah-it feels marvelous-can't you fuck my ass HARDER?? "
He plunged the burning prong so deep I could feel the pain in my stomach, but I had to keep talking-for Alex.
"Oh, when you sandwich your meat between my cheeks like that, Rage-when you split me in two, when you do it that hard it makes me come!"
I shook my body in imitation of orgasm as the pain-dealing peter lunged in me again. With groans of faked satisfaction I reached back and caressed Rage's curly head soothingly.
Finally he pulled out of me. His exit from my hole caused me as much pain as the entrance as the sandpaper slid one last time, backwards, through my ripped-up tissue.
"Okay, cunt," he said. "One more trick to our little game and the boyfriend gets his dork out of harness."
Both my holes were aflame with a kind of pain I wouldn't have believed existed, but I had to play along.
"Anything," I murmured.
"Gypsy Says take off the sandpaper and be real careful about it." I knelt in front of him and followed his sadistic orders. I undid the rubber band from his drooping stem and slid it off his prick tip.
It was full of his come, and I knew what the next command would be.
"Drink every drop of come from the inside of the sandpaper-Gypsy Says."
I raised the rancid strip of sandpaper to my lips and looked. Inside it, his gism looked foul and stained, like Rage himself.
Shuddering, I raised the horrible meal to my lips. The sandpaper acted as a little paper cup and in one huge swallow I quaffed the bitter fluid.
It tasted like vinegar and I gagged on it. Droplets spilled out my lips and down my chin. I looked over at Alex as I pulled them back into my mouth-he was apparently unconscious now, and I hoped he hadn't had to watch the spectacle.
At last, St. Louis Blue took the key and opened the latch over my favorite cock; figuring that Alex was out cold he didn't bother to defend himself.
But Alex was only feigning unconsciousness, and as soon as he was free to move he leapt up, grabbed the knife from St. Louis Blue's belt, and within twenty seconds had stabbed both Rage and St. Louis. Then he collapsed on the ground.
One of the other bikers ran up to him and started to kick him in the head, and-but you know the rest, Doctor. That's how I came to this hotel.
CONCLUSION:
Indeed, I do know the rest. Rhonda grabbed the knife from Alex and used it on the Gypsy who was attacking her lover. The Gypsy died.
A protracted court case ended with Rhonda pleading guilty to a charge of manslaughter in the second degree. It is my feeling, by the way, that this kind of sentence reflects both the residual lack of mercy in our system and an assumption that a "bike girl" is necessarily a social menace.
I do not think of Rhonda as any kind of menace; rather, as a naive, perhaps oversexed young woman who meant no harm to anyone.
As for Alex, his fate was worse than hers. He was sentenced to fifteen years in jail for the murder of the two Gypsies, and when Rhonda is released in three years I am sure she will wait for him.
During his incarceration Alex has become an accomplished composer and now vents his feelings in rock music instead of staging sexual incounters.
It is just this transference process, technically referred to as "sublimation", which is the object of my therapy with Rhonda. And calling into account her ability to form a basically healthy contact with Alex in an extremely perverse situation, I find the prognosis for her excellent.
CASE NUMBER SEVEN ANN CAROL
INTERVIEW ONE:
NOTES:
Ann Carol's problem revolved around a hyper-sexuality with anal tendencies. She needed a tremendous amount of sexual stimulation and fulfillment, and always enjoyed and attained successful climax.
My suggestion of the anal fixation has to do not only with Ann Carol's revelations to me, but with the knowledge of the close supervision her parents kept over her during infancy.
Ann Carol's story tells of her move from a small town to the big city, and of the sexual release and gratification she learned to deal with. She came into contact with many persons like herself, who had a special craving for carnal knowledge of one another. The following transcript is a taped interview with Ann Carol.
It was the end of the final exams. My tension had come to its peak as it usually does when the finals come up. I had just completed the end of my sophomore year at college and I about had had it. With the pressures of the long semester and the expectation of going: on to New York for the summer, my nerves were stretched to their limits. To add to everything else, my parents were on my back for me to stay home for the summer season and help out in the store. I had done this for the past three summers and it was about time that I had some diversion and finally do something real interesting.
I was in contact with my childhood girlfriend, Joyce. She had been living in New York for three years now, and from her letters I could tell that she was truly living since she "escaped" from this town. So I decided to see what life if really like in a place like New York and wrote to her that I'd be coming down for the summer as soon as I bought tickets for a flight.
She wrote back that I'd be welcome with open arms. I had some money saved from working in my parent's store and there was more than enough for me to spend a complete summer with Joyce. My folds weren't too happy that I was going down to New York all alone but I was 24 and old enough to take care of myself. So reluctantly, they saw me off at the airport. As the plane rose above my little town of Bangor, I suddenly realized I was free. Johnny Gray, my boy friend from school came to the airport too and I had to sure put on an act so he would believe that I would miss him. I somehow managed to convince him and my folks that I loved them all and while I was in New York, no matter how much I enjoyed myself, it wouldn't be the same without them.
It was a pleasant hour and a half flight to Kennedy Airport. We landed about six-thirty in the evening and the first lights of the city whimsically flickered on as the last beams of sunset dazzled the New York skyline. It was a gorgeous sight and I was deeply impressed as I descended the steps from the plane. I couldn't wait to get into the terminal and greet Joyce, since it was more than three years. The long stream of passengers stretched across the short path to the terminal and people were meeting people.
I spotted Joyce standing near a newsstand but she didn't recognize me at first. But as I yelled to her that brought her running to me with all the warmth and friendship she always possessed. "Oh, Ann Carol, you look wonderful. It's been so long!" she said as we hugged in a friendly embrace. "Joyce," I said, "City living has turned you into a woman, and it suits you perfectly."
CONCLUSION:
Ann Carol did not remain alone in the city ... not alone, and not inexperienced. Her friend Joyce provided her not only with home and shelter, but with love, and Ann Carol was introduced to her first lesbian relationship.
The told me about it briefly, and it can be summarized thusly:
"Joyce was so sweet to me that I simply couldn't refuse her advances. I mean, after all, she was my friend, she was the woman who was giving me a place to stay in the city so I wouldn't be out wandering on the streets"
Ann Carol's experience with sex had been so comparatively meager that perhaps anything would have seemed exciting and real to her. She needed a great deal of exposure to sexuality itself in order to form an opinion of what she really wanted.
She was a young lady who had lived a rather secluded life up until this point, and who could not be trusted to know the truth of her own feelings. She was, in fact, quite confused about herself, although she attempted to present a more coherent picture.
I was convinced that with long-term therapy, Ann Carol could work out some of her confusions.
GENERAL CONCLUSION:
As we have seen, there is a greater range of sexual activity than one might imagine in the lives of teenagers. Certainly there is more promiscuity than when their parents were children of the same age.
One of the major reasons for that might be the increase in the use of birth control devices and the easiness of their availability. When their parents were their age, it was much harder to get these devices. One might feel like a criminal to walk into a drugstore and ask for one of the many birth control devices that were available at the time. Today it is a comman practice with prophylactics on display racks in many drugstores, enabling the child consumer to merely walk in and select what he desires from the myriad of choices he now has and take it to a counter where he can pay for it while a clerk takes his or her money and never bats an eyelash at the transaction at all.
Then, too, women find it easier to find birth control pills. There are even reports of high schools giving out these pills to their students to encourage their promiscuity and discourage their chances of pregnancy. Yet we still understand little about the birth control pill and there are scattered cases of reported sterility in women of all ages that have used the pills. A most unfortunate condition, indeed, unless the woman feels that it can lead to a more active sex life which, in that case, is a most desirable after-effect.
But the problem of teenage sex practices goes beyond the field of birth control devices and into other areas. Incest has played an important part in the sexual formation of many young people as has the practice of excessive masturbation. Masturbation is a healthy outlet for sex drives that would otherwise lead to the more disgusting practices of incest and even rape, both of strangers and family. If there is to be one common ground where all teenagers should meet, sexually speaking, of course, it should be masturbation. Even mutual masturbation has its advantages when one considers the alarming rate in the growth of unwanted pregnancies and abortions as well as an avoidance of rape and incest.
But sex in teenagers is largely up to the conscience of the youngster who indulges. Still, it is a good practice to remind him or her that one who plays with fire can often burn himself beyond recognition.
