Archive Note: The last 'Case History' in this pocketbook did not contain an identifying numeric as did the other four.
INTRODUCTION
We must fully understand the basis of human nature, what turns us on, biologically and in our heads, if we are ever to be able to live peacefully with one another.
Men and women, as groups and individually, each have many varied needs, with different motivations at different times. In order for a couple to be able to live with one another, they should be constantly in tune with the ups and downs, the needs and the hang-ups.
There are those among us who from time to time go off the deep end, overboard in their need for sexual gratification. These people are lost souls, guys and girls constantly in search of the ultimate orgasm, that final sexual release that will put their tormented soul to rest.
In this study we will look into cases of women who suffer from an especially torturous illness called nymphomania, the insatiable lust of women for sex.
The "nymph" may take many or all of the possible sexual roads in her search for satisfaction, the satisfaction that is very rarely found in these cases. They often go from man to man, race to race, all age groups, and every type of personality. These women are never sure of just where their niche in the world is, and they are emotionally comfortable in none of them. They may try every sort of variation and deviation, even to the point of sadomasochism and members of their own sex.
Pity these women who may never rest, never find love, a permanent home or a man to call their own ... never learn where they're at. To the casual observer it may seem that theirs is an exciting and glamorous life, full of many kicks and good times. How many of us do truly dream of limitless sex with partners by the dozen, but what's missing in this dream?
In the dream of the normal individual, gratification is found, and the dreamer may then rest. This is pitifully far from the brutal reality of the nymphomaniac's life. For as far as she may go and as many her sexual attempts, she is never happy, never free and rested from her desires.
What finally happens to these poor creatures? Some manage to maintain some sort of control over their hang-ups, holding down jobs or maybe managing families, using only a portion of their time looking for that saving orgasm, and keeping the constant depression and lust in a sort of check. These part-timers may seem completely normal, and for most of the time are. That is, until the overpowering hunger for sex hits them again and then they are off, to who knows where and what?
Others may start off on a part-time basis, but if their will is not that strong, the hunger gets stronger than the self-control, and before long they give up their jobs and their families to take up the search for gratification with their every waking moments.
If any of them are lucky, someone will recognize their problem and send them for psychiatric care, or they may one day solve it themselves and settle down to a more stable life. The unlucky ones may go on searching until they are overcome by nervous breakdowns or attempt suicide.
But while it lasts, it's a never-ending high on sex, and orgasm never breaks the high. The up on sex seems to be limitless at the time, with no peak, and there is great glory in the moment.
First we shall deal with the glory, and then with the ultimate despair.
CASE HISTORY NO. 1 BARBARA
I'm fifty-two years old now, Doc and for most of those years I was convinced that I was lesbian with no way out. It started when I was sixteen years old and my sister was thirteen.
One night she had run a tub for herself and didn't bother locking the door. Night after night before that I had watched her in the dark and wondered what it would be like to touch her tiny little breasts, to feel her sweet little pussy. The thought of boys just turned me off.
I stood there in the doorway watching her for just a few minutes. She wasn't aware that I was almost in the room and was having a good time soaping up a heavy lather and rubbing it all over her body. She moved her hand down between her legs, and in all that water I couldn't be sure if she was playing with herself or washing her little pussy. At her age, she didn't care a thing about modesty, and every part of her body was just waiting to be explored.
I felt a wetness through my panties as I watched her with wide eyes. She was washing her pussy with great care, just like Mother had taught us, but in my sex-ridden mind I could see her pushing fingers into her slit as I had done myself for a couple of years by then.
No matter how I tried to wipe these sinful thoughts from my mind I couldn't help thinking how she would react to my coming over to the tub and helping her bathe. My mouth was dry and I swallowed hard with anticipation. I had nothing to lose really. If she didn't pick up on my intentions, I could walk right back out.
I made up an excuse for being in there.
"Hey, Cissy. It's getting pretty late. Don't you think you'd better hurry out of there and get ready for bed?"
"Why don't you come and help me finish up, Barbara?"
It wasn't what she said so much as the knowing way she looked at me. Had she ever caught me sneaking looks at her body when she got undressed for the night? I was really stunned. That she must have known what I was thinking became more apparent as she sat up a little more in the tub so the tips of her budding breasts rose above the water.
The open invitation to put hands on her body was her offer of the wash-cloth. I leaned over to take it from her and a lovely view of her little pussy, just lightly covered with honey-colored down caught my eye. It looked so good I could practically taste it! I had an idea of what pussy must taste like. Some nights after I'd watched her a lot I would finger-fuck myself and then suck the fingers I had used, pretending that I had taken them out of her pussy.
Her laughing eyes told me that she knew I wanted her body. She spread her legs subtly, like some fucking grown-up would do as a signal to me that she wanted me to touch her. Somehow, I managed to control myself and go through the motions of washing her neck and shoulders with the cloth. But I couldn't really feel her skin. Besides, I'd had enough of this game-playing. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her. I threw the cloth aside and took the soap in my hand.
Then I started down the front of her neck towards her budding breasts with the soap, rubbing it in with my free hand. As I reached the rise of her tits, she sighed sweetly.
"That's nice, Barbara. Your hands feel so good washing me like this."
She gave me courage to go on and I dropped the soap in the water and made like I was massaging the lather into her breasts. She was really developing nicely for a girl her age. I ached to get further down to her pussy. What the hell, I'll just go ahead and make a try for it. If she stops me I'll find a way to make out it was something innocent. I was pretty sure she wanted me to play with her anyhow.
Sure enough she picked up her body just so I could work my hand down between her legs from front or back if I wanted to.
"Can't reach down the back, Barb. Will you do it for me?" She didn't have to ask me twice. I put lots of soap on both my hands and massaged my way down, front and back.
She was getting as excited as I was and moving her young body in all sorts of positions so I could get a better feel of her. She wasn't trying very hard to hide her delight, either.
"This is lots nicer than washing by myself. Wished we tried this before."
"I'm glad you like it, Cissy. I like doing it for you."
I couldn't wait one minute longer. I worked both hands front and back down to her ass-pussy-line and shoved fingers into both holes. She squealed her pleasure, and instantly I knew she had done some fooling around with herself. She hadn't even cried out in pain not one damn bit!
She'd actually been waiting for me to get around to making love to her. I had worked out just how I would do it in my fantasies so often that I planned my next move like an old pro. I twisted my fingers around in both her holes and she heaved a deep, long sigh. She opened her mouth to me and my tongue was instantly in it.
She was driving me crazy! All those sex-fantasies and now I actually had my hands into her. One more minute of this and I would wet my pants where I stood. I forced myself to take my fingers out of their warm cover and grabbed a towel from the rack.
"C'mon, Cissy, let's go to our room. Hurry!"
She didn't ask any questions, but followed me with that little half-smile of hers on her face.
That tender little thing knew what she wanted and knew just how to lay herself out so I could go to it. She spread her thighs out for me and played with her little breasts, so obviously tantalizing me. I had to strip out of my own bathrobe so I could feel her with my whole body.
I dropped to my knees before her, a tribute to the youthful beauty. I spread her legs a little more and pulled her to me.
"You are so beautiful. I can't help making love to you ... to show you how lovely I think you are."
Painfully, I moved my mouth slowly closer to her sweet little pussy. The smell of perfumed soap was all around her, and I ran my fingers up those tender thighs. She couldn't wait.
"Kiss it, Barb, kiss it. Do with your tongue like fingers."
That was the go-ahead sign, if there ever was one. Instantly, I pushed my face deep into her pussy. Her body was already gyrating with delight. like I'd been doing it for years, my tongue went right into her love-slit. It sent her body into even wilder motion, but she kept her legs spread wide so I could do a really great tongue-job.
"Lick it, Barbsy ... it feels so great. Tongue-fuck-me, Barbsy." So she knew all about lesy-love!
Her body was gyrating like crazy and whimpers were filling the air, like a kitten cries, but so much more pleasurable. The sight of her moving to my tongue-fucking like that and the taste of her was making my own pussy tingle with pleasure. I jammed fingers into it with my free hand in an effort to calm myself down, so I could keep going, but it had exactly the opposite effect.
I felt that I was going to come at any instant, but I wanted it to happen with the taste of her first orgasm in my mouth. My tongue snaked in and out of her slit more and more rapidly and drove her so wild that I had to hold her down with my hand. My other hand was transmitting that same fury to my own pussy.
"Something's happening to me," she cried out. "Oh, Barb, something's happening."
I knew what it was. It was happening to me, too. She came in a flood and I lapped up every drop of it. The very first taste of her delectable cream brought on my own orgasm, and it flowed as I swallowed hers.
No one was home for the weekend but us, and she slept with me in my bed that night. She curled up in my arms like a little baby and snuggled her head on my chest. She was content and I was delirious with joy!...
From that night on, we made it together pretty often. Before too long, I had taught her to go down on me, too, and we played the sixty-nine scene to our mutual pleasure. She was even better with her tongue than I was!
I was too shy to approach a boy so I could experiment with straight fucking, so I contented myself with my little sister, using lesbianism for an excuse to stop trying to make it on dates. I looked a lot older than I was and had started hanging around with some older dykes at this place in town. One of them introduced me to the wonders of the dildo, and after she had fucked me with it, she gave it to me as a gift. I jealously guarded my sister from them. She was all mine!
With her, I was the bull-dyke. I had to try it on her that very same night. Something about it still being covered with the smell from my own musky cream made it that much more exciting. I don't know why, but I figured that if I give it to her with a fake cock, maybe she wouldn't grow up and fuck with guys, leaving me alone.
"I've got something special for you tonight, Cissy-hon." She clapped her hands with glee and popped into my bed stark naked from her bath. Some kids get new toys ... Well, this was a sort of toy. You could play with it, but no other toy could send you out of this world like this one could.
I strapped it on and posed for her. I knew that she had never seen a cock of any kind before, and I wanted her to get a preview of what she was getting. It wasn't a very big one. Myself and a few of the other dykes had never made it with guys, so we couldn't take on some of the tremendous dildos some of the other girls sported. This one was about seven inches long and a little thick maybe just a little bigger than the average guy's.
She gasped, "So that's what it's like. You mean you can actually get all of that inside me? Let me feel it."
I had to let her, but I was a little jealous that she might get to like cock more than my tongue and maybe try for a guy before too long. I had already turned her on to sex and she was developing pretty rapidly. She could pass for sixteen with no trouble at all.
She stroked it carefully, treating it like a precious treasure. It scared me a little, but I had to give it to her. I hoped the dildo would keep her away from the real thing ... and keep her in my bed.
"Look, Cissy. The reason I'm going to break you in with this dildo is so you ll be able to protect yourself from the tricks that guys try. They'll promise you anything to get into your pants. Sometimes they ram it into you, shoot your load and you never see them again. Maybe you get pregnant and you try to get them to help you. They make like they never even met you before. This way is better, dear, believe me.
"Okay, Barbara, I understand. You wouldn't tell me anything that wasn't good for me. I feel safer with you making love to me. You wouldn't hurt me, would you?"
I was going to hurt her, but not in the way she was talking about. I knew from my own experience that it only hurt the first time it went in, then she would love every inch of it!
She trusted me and she wanted every inch of it. She got into her position without any help from me. She had been making love like an old master for quite a while now, and she was ready for the big stuff.
"C'mon, push it into me."
"No, it will hurt you too much like this. First well smear some vaseline on it and then we'll put some into your pussy. There, that feels nice, doesn't it?" I tried to pull my fingers out of her pussy, but she held my hand there.
"Play with me first. I like it when you play with me, Barb."
Who could refuse something like that. I stood close by her side with this thing strapped on and played with her pussy, opening it wide with my fingers and teasing the hell out of her.
"Put it into me now, Barb; I can't wait to feel it inside me." She was good and hot now, and her pussy was opened wide. She was as ready for me to ram it into her as she would ever be. Her stomach was tense. I could see that she didn't know what to expect pain or pleasure.
"Now just relax your body and let me do all the work. It will only hurt a little when I first put it in. Then I promise you'll love every minute of it."
I mounted myself between her legs like a man would and placed the head of it to her pussy-lips. She took a deep breath and I pushed the head into her.
"G-a-a-hh. Oh, that hurts."
I moaned deep in my throat.
"Do you want me to stop? It will hurt a little more when I push it all the way in; then it'll be beautiful, I promise."
"No, don't stop; I want it. You'll make it all good, I know, Barb."
I wouldn't have hurt her for the world. She had given me so much pleasure. She was scrumptiously delicious to eat, and when she ate me I was in heaven. But I had to get past the pain before I could give her any real pleasure.
"Just hang on," and I pushed it in deep all the way into her tight little pussy. The wind was knocked out of her and all I heard was the tiniest little gasp. Seconds later, she was smiling again.
"Okay, I'm fine now. Sock it to me, Barbs!"
From that moment, we were both grooving on it, and I pumped it to her like a man. She forgot anything about pain and we were instantly in our private sexual heaven. She was all for it now, and she moved her pussy up to meet the phony cock on its way into her again.
I was fucking her like an old sailor home from the seas ramming it home, jamming it so deep it could have touched her backbone and she took it all.
"Sock it to me, sock it to me," was all the precious child could find to say. In the years to come, she would learn the full meaning of all the sex-words that adults used, but for right now, she was my own precious child, and it was me making love to her.
It was unbelievable that she was taking it all in and begging for me. Her pussy was as hungry as mine. I was soaked with my own come, but I didn't stop. I was still so turned-on by all this, that I knew if I kept going, I would come again before we were through.
Then I heard her. She was so hoarse it was almost impossible to hear her.
"I'm going to come. Oh, I'm coming."
Her body was all contorted and every muscle in her body twitched spasmodically as she came with the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. Her hands clung to my neck, and I kissed her face tenderly, soothing her until she finally relaxed.
"But, what about you? I have to repay you for what you've done."
"No, I don't want the dildo. (Her body was still too slender to have enough force to do a decent job.) Thank me with your sweet tongue."
As a thank-you, she went down on me like she wanted to eat me up alive. My body was on fire from watching her as I fucked her, but this, her gratitude her tongue-fucking gratitude was driving me crazy with pleasure. I came again in a flood, gushing into her mouth.
We were both satiated for the moment. Lying there beside her that night, I worried that Cissy might grow up with the same tormenting problem as I had.
I knew that after coming even once, a girl was supposed to be satisfied, but I never was, even if I had a couple of orgasms with Cissy and got dildo-fucked later at the dyke-joint.
I wanted to be content with my sister and go out only occasionally with other girls, but it just wasn't working for me anymore. Now at nineteen years of age, I told myself that it was ridiculous to still be afraid of boys. Maybe if I started dating the opposite sex and had a straight love-affair with some guy, he could give me the kind of fucking that I needed to satisfy me? Maybe what I needed was a man to make me come?
But I couldn't tell Cissy. I was so damn selfish when it came to her. I didn't want anybody else to get her, and I also wanted to be sure she was still around if I couldn't make it in the straight scene, or if I had to swing both ways to be satisfied. What was I going to tell her? It had to be the truth. She would just have to understand.
I talked to her on the way to school. I had to get it out before the football game that day at the college. Her school was so close by that she would be coming over to watch me in the cheer-leading line, and was sure to catch me if I started making time with the boys on the bench.
"Cissy-honey, there's something we've just got to talk about. I'm not sure if I'm sort of sick on sex or not, but the only way I'm going to find out is if I try to make it with boys. That doesn't mean that I still don't love you and dig the sex we share together. It just means that I've got to find some answers. Please try to understand and trust me."
She was quiet for a couple of blocks. I could tell she was none too happy. But she loved me, too, and I guess she knew how troubled I was.
"Barb, I've tried my very best to satisfy you. Sometimes I was so tired that my hands hurt, or my jaws hurt from working at chewing on your pussy so much, but I knew you weren't satisfied. If this is what you have to do to find some peace with yourself, then I want you to do it."
She was still so young, yet she already had the wisdom of a woman so much older. And she loved me enough to let me do what I had to do. Nothing had been said about her trying to make it straight. I sensed she was waiting to see how it turned out with me.
We went our separate ways, and as I headed towards my school, I felt lots better about my new "project". It was lucky for me that on the very day I had decided to try it with guys, we were going to have a football game where I might have a very good chance to pick someone up.
I wasn't too frightened anymore. My tensions had been eased a great deal by the dildo-fucking and I reasoned that it couldn't be that much different. My greatest hope was that I would find a guy with a lot of stamina one who could go three or four rounds with maybe a little mouth work or finger-work on the side. I would just have to pick out a strong-looking one, and then level with him.
We had agreed that Cissy would stay away this day and during half-time I walked up to the guy who looked like he had the biggest set of fucking equipment, and laid it on the line. My mind just couldn't handle making up some pretty come-on story.
"Hi, Bruce. I've got this problem and I think you can help me out with it. I've never heard you bragging to the other guys about your sexual conquests, so I know you can be trusted.
"I need a lot of sex. I mean, I can't be satisfied with just heavy hand-play, or even a casual lay now and then. I need a lot from a man who's got a lot to give and I think you're it."
He studied my expression for a while, trying to discover if I was serious. He must have decided that this was a genuine plea for help because he didn't even crack a male-ego smile.
"You're serious, aren't you? Sure, I'll help you if I can. I try to keep pretty fit with regular work-outs and health-foods. I've been told I'm pretty good in the sack and I can go a couple more rounds than the other guys. This will just be between us. I may have something in the house that can help also. Meet me at my place at ten tonight. My roomies are going out and well have the place strictly to ourselves."
I didn't have the nerve to ask what he had that could help me. I would have been too ashamed to use the word dildo. It might have given me away as a lesbian, and I had to play this scene straight if I had any chance at all.
Ten o'clock came around very slowly that night. I practically ran all the way to Bruce's apartment. He was ready and waiting for me. He met me at the door wearing only his jockey shorts, and I was pleased to see that my guess at what he had hung between his legs was pretty close to accurate. He was big really big bigger than any dildo that had been used on me. He had an athlete's build which included massive, muscular legs, and big, hard-working hands. Nothing at all to even suggest any sort of femininity ... the farthest possible thing from it. Just letter-perfect.
"Shall I just get undressed and hop into bed? I mean, I don't want to turn you off or anything, but I only came for the sex. I don't feel like playing word games or anything." . "Sure, Barb, I understand. I'm looking forward to getting started, too. I am very, very curious about you, and I don't mind saying I want to see if I can make you yell 'Uncle'. "
I turned around and slipped out of my clothes. It was useless to pretend not to be nervous. He couldn't tell that I had never made it with a guy. Guess he just took my tension as being caused by sexual frustration. At least he couldn't be asking any questions.
I turned back to him and saw that magnificent body of his with nothing on it at all. No dildo ever looked as good strapped on to a dainty girl's body. He was really big! Now that it was hard, even my inexperienced years could tell he was something like ten inches, nice and thick across. Even his balls were huge. I had certainly done some smart shopping.
He came close to me. My heart was beating so rapidly that it was difficult to breathe. What was I going to do? But now my eyes and mouth were in a direct line with all that beautiful meat and there was no more time to think and worry. It was time for some action!
I put my hands around his hips and muttered to him...
"You are absolutely beautiful." That was all I could say. I had to get my mouth on that thing. I had to taste a man's meat. All my timidity was gone.
I lunged straight down on it, swallowing the full-length of it and I could feel his cock-head hit the back of my mouth. I was hungrier for it than even I had realized. I sucked on that thing and went up and down on it like it was a yummy hotdog, touching it with my teeth, licking it with my tongue ... taking it all in to the point that I could taste hair in my mouth. Spittle was running down the corners of my mouth. I was sucking like a mad woman. If my mouth was only bigger I would have taken in all of him BALLS AND ALL!! !
I grabbed on to his ass and dug in with both hands. I had to keep him close so I could get all that hot cock. Harder and harder, I forced my mouth down on it, wanting to feel every bit.
"Let me fuck you now, Barb. I think you're ready and I know I am."
Gently, he laid me down on the bed and I spread my thighs for him. I was covered with sweat and my pussy was wet and waiting.
"Oh yeah, Bruce, come fuck me. I want your cock now."
He put the head of it to my pussy-lips and braced himself on my chest. Then he was at it. He was a master of control, pumping it into me with long, smooth strokes, ever so slowly. I wanted to scream at him to fuck me hard, but the torture of waiting for what was to happen was really delicious!
Any moment, he would start pumping away at me like fury. But he didn't. He was screwing me painfully slow, but with strokes that stabbed deep into my vaginal-tunnel, so deep, I gasped with every thrust. How could he stand doing it to me so slowly?
Now, he was picking up speed and his body was getting hotter. I threw my legs up wildly in the air, reaching for every bit of his hot cock, begging to be fucked so hard that it hurt. I was so wet inside that he felt all slippery in me. I was going to come ... but I had to hold it back ... No, hot cream was pouring out of me onto his cock, but I never stopped humping my body into his. It felt so fantastic, that I wanted to go on humping and coming until I dropped. Faster and faster, his cock slugged into my pussy ... harder I pushed back at him. Every part of me was vibrating with excitement.
I was riding a wild high wave of orgasm after orgasm. A second time my cream poured out and in a moment I was up on the wave again soaring to new heights of pleasure.
Bruce had reached his limit. "This is it," he shouted in my ear and just as his come spurted into me, I came a third time. This time, my whole body shuddered with the explosion. He held me tight and we both rocked with the explosion. Maybe I blacked out for a second, I'm not sure, but when I opened my eyes, he was lying down next to me, waiting for my comments.
"Bruce, that has to be the best cock-job that ever was. I came three times! But tell me why my pussy is still hungry for more. What's wrong with me?"
"Some girls are hornier than others and you're one of them. You just need more fucking than the average. I have to rest up just a little before I can give you any more cock, but I've got something here that should help in the meantime."
Silently, I said to myself, "Please don't let it be a dildo." It was, but not like one I'd ever seen. This thing was shaped like a cock at both ends and it had some sort of battery to make it vibrate.
He turned me on my side and placed the one end into my vagina and started it going ... It was wild; the vibration was doing the craziest thing to me imaginable. I closed my eyes and let it happen ... Then he inserted the other end gently up my ass ... and it was absolutely unbelievable. I was being fucked and vibrated at both ends!
I screamed out, but from ecstasy, not from pain. It felt like I was drunk and all this way-out sensation was a fantasy. Bruce was sucking on my breasts, and I started to cry. The pleasure of this magical wonder driving me wild from both ends to the middle was too much to be believed. I was certainly dreaming. I was out of this world on an ecstasy trip and the tension mounted so in me that I came with every bit of my being, then fainted out.
I wanted to rest for just a minute and moved down to take the vibrating dildo out, but Bruce wouldn't let me. Instead, he turned the motor up and it started an even harder vibration. I couldn't believe that I could still be alive and taking that kind of pleasure-punishment at both ends.
It seemed like hours, but it probably was only minutes. Then I came again a rocking, convulsive orgasm that was now painful.
"Please, Bruce ... take it out of me. I've got to rest. I think I'm going to be sick."
"Okay, I guess that maybe was too much for the first try. There! Now just lay back and try to calm down. I'll get you a nice glass of cold water."
I couldn't move a muscle. It took me a full ten minutes to feel my sanity return to me. My pussy was sore as hell and my ass-hole ached so much that I was sure I couldn't move my bowels ever again.
We lay side by side and talked for awhile anything that came to our minds. I was concentrating very hard on forgetting the ache that had taken over the entire lower portion of my body. As we lay there my mind told me that I had had enough orgasms to last me for a month!
Twenty minutes later, the ache had subsided and almost without thinking, I started to play with Bruce's cock which had been so close to my hand. As it began to harden to my stroking, I was amazed to realize that I was hot for action again! My ass-hole was bleeding, my pussy felt like the entire Navy had been through it and I was horny again!
I told Bruce I wanted to go at it again, and he smiled.
"Your kind is always ready for it. But I better grease you up, or you won't be able to walk home."
He gave me some vaseline and then mounted me for another wild ride. After it was all over, I was too tired for any more, but I knew that if I hung around for awhile, I would be hot for another round all over again. Then I would be in real trouble with my body.
Later, as I dragged myself home, I realized the full weight of my problem. I was convinced after this session that I wasn't a lesbian after all ... I was a nymphomaniac!
Bruce wasn't available over the weekend and I was going out of my mind for want of sex. Cissy and I went at it for awhile, but somehow it wasn't enough anymore. Cock was what I needed. I had no alternative but to go down to the local bar and see what I could pick up. I fought with myself while I dressed, angry that I was willing to stoop so low. Still I knew that if I didn't get a man soon, I would go out of my mind.
I sat down at the bar as calmly as I could and ordered a tall drink, one that would last me awhile. Before too long, a man in his early thirties sat down beside me. He looked me over with the kind of stare that didn't make sense to me. He seemed to be checking over merchandise, sizing me up. I was worried that he thought I was a hooker, but was I surprised later!
He ordered another drink for me and wasted no time in telling me what he thought.
"You look kind of lonely. Are you interested in some loving care the male variety?"
I was too stunned to come up with a smart answer. I nodded yes.
"Well, come on up to my place. It'll cost you $25.00."
What? Why, this was a male prostitute. At any other time, I would have walked right out of there, but I needed sex so badly. Deaf and dumb to anything but my needs, I followed him out of the bar and into his car.
It turned out to be a hotel room. I guess he kept this room just for his business and lived somewhere else. He opened the door and motioned for me to sit down on the bed with him. Time was money, so he began his speech immediately.
"Take your clothes off and let me show you some real loving attention."
Nervously, I stripped off everything I had on and sprawled on the edge of the bed as he requested. In a flash, he was down on his knees, putting his face into my pussy. With professional precision, his tongue was darting in and out of my pussy, but he had a special extra trick. With his hand, he found my ass-hole and dug his long finger in there, twisting it around as he ate my pussy.
He turned me on to thinking about the time with the dildo up there and he must have guessed by my wriggling on that finger what I wanted.
"Would you like me to fuck you up the ass? Any way you want it is okay with me."
The anxious look on my face was his answer, and he turned me over on my stomach, placing a pillow under me to raise my ass up some. Even the position was turning me on. This was so different from anything I had thought of. But I was still nervous and he knew it. I wanted to climb the walls! I had just felt his tongue tracing a line up the crack of my ass ... and then it darted into the hole! Was I ever ready for it now!
"Fuck me back there! I want it now!" I screamed at him.
But he wasn't ready yet. Now, he was working fingers in and out of there, driving me right up the proverbial tree.
Now, I was pleading with him to stick it into me. He placed his cock up against my ass-hole, and then he shoved it all the way into me. It hurt a little, but nothing in comparison to the thrill that went through me. He stopped for just a moment, letting me get the feel of an ass full of hot cock. I loved it! I let him know that I wanted it by twisting my body up to his.
Then he started his routine, shoving hot cock in and out of Then he started his routine, shoving hot cock in and out of my ass-hole beautifully like the true professional he was. He grabbed fists' full of pussy as he rammed it home. I was getting really hot now and I pushed his hand away so that I could finger myself to an orgasm. With him shoving cock into my ass-hole and me finger-fucking my pussy, I was able to make it.
He fucked my ass in high style, pumping away at my ass-hole. All the while I was fingering my pussy like I never had before, working it into a lather. I was surprised at myself for lasting this long. He worked and I worked, but nothing happened. Oh, I was hot as could be ... but I just couldn't come.
Finally, he couldn't hold it back any longer and came inside my ass. All I could do was lay there and cry my heart out. All this humiliation and it didn't even work for me. At least he was honorable.
"Now, now. Don't cry. Just turn your little self over and I will fuck your pussy for you. I promise it will happen. Now don't you worry."
He must have had some special technique, because in just a couple of minutes of playing with himself, he was hard again and pumping away at my pussy. I concentrated hard on all the dirty thoughts I could muster, until finally it happened. He didn't have to tell me. I threw on my clothes in a hurry and left that horrible room!
That's the way it's been all these years. I've gone from one man to another for free and for cash. I've spent a lot of time walking the streets and hanging out in bars.
Doctor, I've tried every kind of sex that's ever been invented. I do get my share of orgasms, but as soon as it's over, I'm hungry for more. Now that I'm getting older it's getting harder and harder to find guys who can fuck me. The older ones aren't very good and the younger ones either turn away from me in disgust, I get sickies, or they cost me money.
I'm getting desperate, Doctor. I'm too old to cruise the streets any more, and I'm really too old to still be this horny. Please, can you help me to settle down?
CASE HISTORY NO. 2 CAROL
I guess you could say I was a sexually precocious child. I was fully developed at a very young age, and I began to feel I was different from the other girls my age while I was still in grammar school. I was the only girl in my class with tits and already mine were showing great promise of being big ones. I had my period already, so Mom was forced to tell me about the birds and the bees. The rest I read in my big brother's books, and even then I couldn't wait to try all that action.
Boys were certainly beginning to notice me. I could hear them whispering in the seats behind me, one to the other, "Boy, did you see those tits on her. I sure would like to suck on those." Of course they were only little boys, just repeating things they'd heard from the bigger ones. Still, it did great things for my ego. I was really proud that I was already close to being a woman, and I dreamt of the day I would have a man on top of me, sucking on these great tits of mine and pushing his cock into me, like it said in those books. At that age a man's cock looks twice as big and twice as inviting, and it made me feel all funny, wet and warm in my panties when I imagined what it would feel like being pushed inside me down there.
It wasn't long after I noticed that boys could very easily go ape over me that I began to experiment with myself. Laying there in my sweet little canopied bed in the dark, I would start by running my hands up and down my body, then fondling and squeezing my breasts, imagining it was some guy doing it. My tits were big enough to lift them to my mouth, and I would run my tongue over them, just as I hoped I would find some guy that would do it for me.
Then I would work downward with my hands, until I reached what I was taught to call my private. It was too small and tight inside for me to get more than just the tip of my finger in very far, but I was soon happy to discover that there was this little button at the top that I could play with. I learned that if I flicked my fingers across that tiny lump very lightly and fast, it would start to tingle and grow, and I began to feel warm and so cozy from my little slit to my tummy.
Then faster and faster I would work at it, till it began to throb, and I could feel that glow all the way to my eyes, closed with the pleasure of it all. Warmer and warmer, the sensation growing on me, and almost without my control my fingers began to rub harder and faster, till I felt like I was floating on a warm heavenly cloud, all caught up in a sensuous glow.
The delight turned to ecstasy, and I thought I must be dreaming, I felt so warm, and wet and good all up and down inside of me. Still the rhythm grew faster and my excitement higher and higher. My eyes shut tighter with the hot, pulsating delicious tension that was overcoming me, and then it happened:
A hot, wet explosion that seemed to pop all over me, and when I felt the warm ooze dripping down inside my thighs I knew what it was all about. The ecstasy of orgasm. The beautiful, enveloping high we float on for those precious few seconds, when there is nothing else on earth but you and the glory of your body.
It was at this beautiful moment that I discovered what I was all about, that I would never be happier than when I was floating in the ecstatic world of sensual pleasure.
That's how it went for a couple of years and then I had my thirteenth birthday party. Guess what I got for my birthday. That's right, I got laid. For the very first time, in my very own bed, in my very own house, with my Dad sleeping in the next bedroom. Isn't that great? Jackie was the boy who lived next door, and we had been all through school together, but he was a year and a half older.
There he was, standing against the wall, with his hands in his pockets, watching, just watching. He had been looking me up and down for most of the night, thoughtfully taking in the taut bulge of my tits against my scoop-necked party dress. I was just as interested in what stuck out so nicely at the front of his tight pants, but I figured he should be the first to speak, and it seemed like ages until he did.
"Say Carol, you're really looking good. You've really come a long way since blue jeans and pigtails, especially the way you'd look now if you were wearing one of those old polo shirts of yours." Then he took another long look at me, and I knew he was thinking the same thing I was. Still, I figured I'd let him struggle awhile and do some fast talking. "Why don't we get away from the gang for awhile and go upstairs. Your dad's asleep and nobody will notice." He took a long deep sigh, and then in a husky, pleading voice, "C'mon Carol, you and me. Let's make it."
Jackie was what I guess you'd call sexually precocious too, and from the way he talked it was sure that I wouldn't be his first lay. I was glad that he would know how to go about it, because I wanted this first time to be really great. All I had to do was look at him and I could tell he expected some really wild fucking from me. How could he be so sure. Funny, but I knew I would be great too. I had to be. It seemed to be that sex was the reason I was born, and I was very anxious to get on with living up to the job.
Running like hell, but very quietly, Jackie and I sneaked away upstairs to my little-girl frilly bedroom. We didn't waste any time getting right down to it. There wasn't any to spare because any minute someone might come looking for us.
I told Jackie I was new at the game and so he instructed me, like a teacher in the grooviest class of all.
"Okay, Carol, take a look at this and imagine what it's going to feel like inside you." With that he opened his fly and took out a dick that looked every bit as good to me as the ones I had dreamed about. He was well-built for his age. It wasn't much longer than seven inches or so, but it was thick and his excitement made it rock-hard, the skin dark and taut to a glistening readiness. It was beautiful, and I couldn't help but reach out and caress it between my hands, running light little fingertips up and down its length. Jackie took off his pants and shorts, lay back and gave me a beautiful view of his sex machine. Eagerly I examined every inch of his pulsating organ. Laying there on his back that yummy dick of his stood straight up in the air and I moved it out of the way to examine his balls, already covered with dark, curly hair. They were so perfectly round, like two walnuts, hanging in a precious purse. You could almost see that machine of his getting ready for action. I worked it over with my hands, just as Jackie instructed me, and it responded to my every touch as if it had a mind of its own. Jackie could see that I was getting hot playing with him like that. With one hand I started to play with myself. Masturbating had given me so much pleasure before. With this special new treat of a dick to play with, I was twice as excited as I had ever been, and my clit was aching to be worked on. Jackie knew only too well that I was aching for it.
"Okay, Carol, enough fun and games. Let's get down to some serious fucking. Get those clothes off right now." Even at his young age, you could see all the promise of a stud in his methods.
"Let me play with your cunt, I'll show you how a finger fuck should be done." With that he stuck two of his fingers in his mouth and licked them. Then he ran those wet fingers around and around my clit, until it stood at attention. My body ached for more, and moved with his every touch. Now he rubbed up and down, up and down, then probed one finger inside. It hurt a little, but what the hell, I knew it would be worth it once he got into me. Realizing that he would have to force his way in, he gave a hard jab with two of his fingers and the combination of pain and pleasure threw me into a state of excited paralysis. Then he grabbed one of my tits into each of his hands and squeezed them until they hurt.
"You sexy bitch. You're just aching for it, aren't you! Beg me and you'll get it. Beg me and I'll ram it into that tight little hole of yours and tear it apart. I'm the first and I'm going to teach you how to respect the almighty dick." Someone had trained him to be super-masculine. I wondered if he had been taught by an older woman, but I was afraid to ask. Something told me that I had better follow orders or else.
"Please, Jackie, please fuck me. I want to feel your cock jammed up inside of me. Now, Jackie, do it to me now." I lay back full length on the bed and spread my legs to him in a pleading gesture. "Now, Jackie. Do it to me now."
He almost grunted his reply, standing there with his cock throbbing and ready for action. "Okay, bitch, here it comes."
With that he spread my legs even wider, then stood leering down at me for just a moment. I hope he doesn't pamper me, I thought, and he didn't. With one hand around his mighty cock and the other pushing my thighs further apart, he pushed it all the way into me with one enormous thrust, tearing hotly into me, all the way deeply into me.
I couldn't help myself; I screamed out loud, for the pain or the pleasure, I didn't know. I screamed, I screamed for the glory, for the now, for my first taste of what all women dream about to be had by a man. To be taken over, possessed, maybe even brutally used by a man for his pleasure. And to take pleasure in the delicious things he can do to you.
Sure as hell he was using me, not like someone he loved or cherished, not like someone he even cared to please. It was as if I weren't alive, just a body with a hole in it, to be used for his own pleasure. He started pumping away with hard thrusts, working as if the world might end before he got his rocks off. But hell, I didn't care if he hated my guts; it felt so good to be laid by an animal-type like him.
Sweat was pouring down his body and it dripped between my breasts, his body smacking hard against mine, with a strong and steady rhythm. Hot and wet his breath pounded in my ears, his face pressed tightly against my chest, pushing the air out of me with every downward push. It felt like nothing from this world, being pounded and stabbed with that hot, thick prick. It knocked away at my insides, like a steely jackhammer. He was picking up speed, groaning heavily and pushing with all his might.
That's when I got really caught up in it, my excitement mounting with the knowledge that it could turn a guy on, put him out of his head like that. As if I'd been doing it all my life I answered his every movement with one of my own, matching stroke for stroke, hanging on to his back for dear life. No matter how deep within my belly he pushed that thing, it wasn't deep enough. I wanted more ... MORE ... and I threw my legs up around his back, pushing my cunt up hard against his body to force him deeper within me.
"That's it, baby. Now you've got it," he breathed heavily in my ear. "Here it comes baby." And then with one final lunge he exploded inside of me, his hot, thick love-juice gushing into me, his body shuddering with every spurt. Then with a satisfied look on his face he climbed off, and without even looking at me started to dress. I couldn't believe it. There had to be something for me. Girls had to get something out of it, didn't they? I demanded to know what he would do for me.
"Are you kidding," he laughed. "That stuff about girls getting eaten and the guys slobbering all over them is strictly in books. Only guys get mouthjobs and stuff. I wouldn't waste my time with crap like that. If that's what you want, find yourself a girl or an old geezer. They dig it."
It was a pretty bitter lesson to learn the first time around and I never forgot it. All during my teen years I read all I could find, doctor-type books and the kind the guys buy, trying to learn as much as I could so I would be great at it. In the middle of high school I started working part-time and couldn't miss that even older guys dug my body, especially since I dressed the part, always picking sweaters that showed up my big boobs and skirts that fit just right around my thighs and jutting ass. Some guy once told me that I had a proud ass, if you can imagine that. Doctor, I guess even then I knew that I was a good lay, and I didn't care who else knew it either.
I could have had 3 or 4 guys a night if I had the time and wanted to. But I was looking for something special, a guy who would take the time to satisfy me. My parents owned a restaurant and worked nights so I was able to have as many guys as I wanted at the house.
At first I tried to really make it a few times with some of them, experimenting with different kinds of fucking each time, wondering if I didn't turn them on enough, or maybe they just didn't inspire me enough to make them do wild things for me.
like Alan, for instance. Jeez, Doc. There was one guy I thought could really do it for me. He was built just right for great sex. He wasn't too tall, but man was he built. One of those weight lifter types, with muscles galore, a man you could really hang on to for a fuckin' wild ride. He used to turn me on so much I could just about come from looking at him when he was naked in front of me. Every line of his stomach seemed to point to the most beautiful love machine I've ever seen, before or since.
He always came to my house ready for action and we didn't bother much with the light conversation bit. He'd just walk in, we'd go upstairs and get down to some heavy fucking. Alan would strip immediately; he knew I was always panting and ready for it. Were those my best experiences, Doc? Well as 'best' as somebody who's never satisfied can get. They used to go something like this:
Alan would walk with me to the bedroom and usually say something like, "Ready to ball, Carol?".
"Business as usual." Then he'd strip and stand there, expecting to be admired, and any girl who knew good meat certainly would. Beneath his hard, muscular stomach and between round solid thighs stood a glowing 10-inch cock that never seemed to be soft and a pair of perfectly round huge balls. There was just enough sandy hair to show off his masculinity but not too much to spoil the view. He was one guy who respected women, at least for the groovy sex-high they could give him, and he knew he could get more out of them if he got them turned on first. He didn't employ too much effort, just enough for me to groove on.
I'd strip and then put his hand between my legs as I reciprocated by grabbing a fistful of balls. Then as I squeezed those huge balls of his between my fingers, I would play up to him the way I knew he wanted me to.
"Gee Alan. You've got the most beautiful set of balls I've ever seen." With that I would begin to run my fingers ever so lightly up and down the inside of his thighs as his skin began to jump in answer to my teasing touch.
"And I bet they taste good too." This was the time for the royal treatment. My specialty, and guaranteed to please. I began slowly to touch my tongue to the places where my fingers had been. To the tenderest part of those muscular thighs ... first with light little flicks, then with gentle, but rhythmic circular strokes.
With my wet darting tongue I traced the line of those pulsating veins first on one thigh and then the other slowly, very slowly making my way up towards those balls that were waiting to be loved. Deliberately I worked slowly but straight on up, and I knew it was working as I felt his hands tighten their grip on my shoulders.
The closer I licked my way up there the more I could feel the heat of his love machine on my face, and as the smell of him began to fill my nostrils, I thought I might lose control. That groovy sweaty male smell that comes at you from a guy's crotch ... Man, you really don't need much else to turn you on. There were times like these that I really thought I could make it all the way to the top ... to orgasm. That's when I could really get lost in it ... bury myself in my work you might say, as I buried myself in that hairy blonde crotch of his.
That smell surrounded me as I buried my nose right in that little space of skin hanging between his balls and I licked away the delicious sweat with little flicks of my thirsty tongue. I worked my way up and around each of those balls, taking them in my mouth and sucking them through their sacs. This is where a man lives and I was tempted many times just to bite one of them off and laugh in a guy's face as he screamed in pain.
What's a man without his balls anyway? He's NOTHING. But what good can a guy do me if he can't fuck me. So instead I just took dainty little bites and I had to be satisfied with the moans that crept out of his throat. We weren't a team, we were opponents in a ring that was bounded by four posters. He wanted to put me out of my head to get his rocks off and I had to beat him at it to get mine off. Who comes first ... that was the name of the game.
I began to work my wet little way up from the root of his hot throbbing cock, licking little circles around and around and taking the sharpest little bites I could get away with all the way up to its red head, dripping firsts as if it had a mind of its own and was waiting for my mouth.
"Take it in," he ordered and the tone of his voice warned me that I'd better or the next thing I would feel would be his fist across his face. I didn't care, I was going to anyway, but I wanted him to sweat a little first. So instead I started working my way down again, licking it like a goddamn lollipop, always just that much away from putting the whole thing in my mouth. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled it hard.
"Listen you bitch, you take it in your mouth and suck on it like your fuckin' life depended on it because it does." Then he held it up in his hand and pushed it all the way into my mouth, 'til I could feel the head of it rammed up against the back of my throat. I loved every minute of it, but I'd be damned if I'd let him know. I wanted him to need it so badly that he would force me to go down on him. That gave one point for my side. So far he hadn't touched me so I was way ahead, while he could orgasm right now if I let him. But I wouldn't let him get off that easy.
I worked my tongue around it while I rode that prick of his with my mouth, but just enough to get him hotter, not to shoot his load. Torture, sure but the grooviest kind there is. As I practiced my specialty, I could feel his body tensing as he pressed his thighs tighter to me face, and started making pumping motions. That's when I got up and moved to the bed.
"It's my turn now, Al. You get me going and I'll give you the ride of your life. Eat me out, Al, eat me out." With that I opened my legs to him and spread the lips of my cunt with my fingers to show him what was on the menu. I was feeling kind of hot myself from the work-out I had given him, and almost couldn't help putting a couple of fingers in there, pleased with the warm moistness I found.
"C'mon, Al. Don't let all this juice go to waste." Alan was feeling pretty smug thinking that he had got me going without even laying a hand on me, but what the hell, as long as I got what I wanted.
"Okay, baby, get a grip on. I'm gonna eat you 'til you beg to get fucked." With a mighty heave he pushed my legs on either side of the bed, then spread my cunt with his hands. No time wasted. He really knew how to get to me. One of my biggest kicks is having a boy at my feet going down on me. It makes me feel like just this once I'm the king and he's the slave. I was still fingering my clit, and he pushed my hand away with his tongue. Alan could give a tongue bath like nobody else could. I used to wonder about but not for long. Me first.
He began to wash my clit vibrating it between his teeth and tongue until it stood up at attention, then wetting it with spit. Wild, yes, but not quite enough. Then he worked his tongue down towards my love-slit and probed it like a prick, pushing his face in it from side to side, like he was trying to bury his head in there and the stubbly of his beard, rough and harsh against the tender moistness inside my cunt, gave me a sharp thrill of the pain-pleasure combo that I dig so much.
He worked his tongue in and out, and with every move that he made to take my clit in his mouth, on his upward motion, the rubbing of his beard and the tiny sharpness of his teeth were enough to send me flying. I gave myself up to it and wriggled my cunt against his face rubbing it in his smug face as he slobbered over my juice, dripping saliva down the crack towards my ass as he worked:
"All right, you son of a bitch, eat it. You're down where you belong." Then I flung my legs around his neck and locked my feet, imprisoning his head right in my cunt, right where all those miserable bastards belong. Yep, that's where they all belong, down there eating it. Paying for the crummy way they treat us all our lives. Down there below us, that's where they all belong.
I pushed my cunt harder up against his face, and started pumping away. He knew what was going to happen, but women can come 3 to his one every time so no harm done. He'd get his the next time around. But that's what he thought. I wouldn't give him his dessert. He wanted to swallow my cream, lapping it up with that greedy tongue of his as it spurted out. So smug knowing he could get me that way.
Well, no sir. I set my mind against it and that was that. Oh, I kept on working all right, pumping hard against his face as he worked his tongue deep in my hole, in and out wiping the sides with it as he went, rubbing his teeth against my clit to slow down my pumping motion. I was hot and I was wet. Who was going to win? ME, it had to be this way or I would lose, lose my fight against men, the bastards of all time.
That's when I noticed that he had one hand tight around his cock, unconsciously jerking off. I was the one who had him going. Why, that fuckin' bastard, so smug and so superior, he was nothing but a cunt-lapper. Couldn't live without his women. No game for him. Those sharp smug bastards, always acting like they were doing you a favor, giving you a hump. And all the time they couldn't wait to crawl back in there where they came from. I had to laugh. So that's where it was really at. They actually liked being down there.
"You love it, you bastard. I'm going to show you just how much." With that I dug my heels into his back and pumped away like hell, gyrating my cunt into his face, working with a wild gyrating rhythm, like all hell would break loose any minute. Then he groaned from way down in there and his body shuddered while he buried his tongue and mouth as deep in my pussy as he could, biting down on the inside flesh of my cunt, and from my position on high up there, I could see his ass shudder as his gun went off into the bed. I wanted to scream out and laugh.
"There you bastard, nobody gets the best of me." But I wasn't quite finished with him. He'd crawl out of here with his cock in a splint when I was finished with him.
"You know something, Carol, that was really wild, coming like that. I never thought I could get so turned on just going down on it. You're great, Carol. You're a witch, but you're great. I didn't want to come, but you made it happen. With you I could stay in bed forever."
So there he was, the big strong he-man, God's gift to women, cooing and whimpering like a little puppy who's just been given a biscuit, with head nestled sweetly against my stomach, his arms around my waist. So at peace, so quiet and content. Ha! He looked so happy and innocent there, I thought I would throw up right on his head. Wouldn't that be a groove. Well, back to the wars. I was ready for some straight fucking. But I could see that he wasn't.
"Hey, Alan, let's take a little break, and then I'll show you some real action. Okay? How about a drink?"
"Yeah, Carol, let me just get my second wind, and we'll really go at it." Then he turned over and lay back with his head propped up against the pillows, lighting himself a cigarette from the pack on the nightstand. In that one instant, as I looked back on my way into the kitchen, I could see the arrogance returning to his face. He thought he had just done something pretty terrific.
"So you haven't learned your lesson, yet, you crummy bastard. Well, I'll beat you to a pulp this time around," I thought and I strutted out of there sweaty and naked, wriggling my ass, so he'd know I was still hot to trot.
While in the kitchen I planned my next move carefully. I wanted him drunk enough to do my bidding, but not too drunk to keep it up. So I fixed just one fair-sized drink for him and a light one for myself, for show, you know. At the same time I decided to brighten up the atmosphere some, so I could catch him unawares for what I had in mind. I was going to destroy him in that bed. And maybe then if I could keep him going for me long enough I could find the satisfaction I've been looking for all this time.
So on a sudden inspiration I grabbed a can of whipped cream and some cherries. I sprayed it all over my body from my breasts to my cunt and then into the crack of my ass. He liked to eat it, so why not do it in style? Then when he was panting I'd let him give it to me, but not the way he wanted it. Nope, tonight, he wasn't getting into my box. I stuck a cherry into my navel, one into my cunt, and one up my ass. Was he ever in for a surprise.
"Hey, Al, I brought you in a surprise. Some dessert after all that good stuff you just ate. But first drink up." I lay beside him covered with whipped cream and he laughed as he drank. Funny, yeah, but that cock of his took it as pretty serious business. It was already rising to the challenge. "C'mon, Al. Eat me all over. Then I'll give you a ride straight to the moon."
He couldn't say a word as the perverse thought of what I had in mind hit him. At first you could see the hesitation, but then his hard-on got the best of him and leaned over to me. There went his shock-charged tongue again, licking the whipped cream from between my breasts, then sucking on each nipple, grinding them between his teeth like my clit.
I was starting to tingle. With suction he pulled them out to stand long, hard and straight, kneading them both with those big hands of his as he sucked his way from one tit to the other. Gently I put my hand on his head and guided him down. He was starting to really like his work, so leaving his hands to play with my breasts he licked a spiral path downwards to my navel, then darted his tongue in and gobbled up that cherry.
"So that's it, Carol? Any more of those surprises when I get further down?"
"You bet. Surprises with a capital S," and then to myself I muttered, "You poor stupid slob."
Now he was more with it and went down on my cream-covered pussy with real appetite. He sucked off the cream as fast t as he could, stopping only to pull stray hairs out of his mouth, and then going down for more.
"Suck on my clit, Al. Suck on it good and then you can go in for a treat."
One hand grabbed into my hip and he pressed his fingers into my flesh as he pried apart the lips of my cunt with the other hand. There it was waiting to be adored, and he greedily sucked on it making slurping noises while moving his body with agitation. He knew by now that he would really have to work to lay me, but he was loving it too much to stop and that's the way I wanted him.
"Eat my cunt, Al, eat my cunt. Here it is.
Come on boy, nice boy. Come and get it. (My big cunt-lap dog.)" I lifted my body up a little higher and then in went that tongue, searching for its prize. He found that cherry and swallowed it along with my lube juices already flowing, but with delight at the game, not for wanting his cock. I didn't let him stay there too long. I knew if he got to me that way again he might get me.
"Okay, Al, let's see just how much you really like to eat," and I threw my legs up over my head, supporting my ass with my hands. Those exercises I learned at school finally came in handy. If teacher only knew. He was willing to eat between my cunt and ass-hole, but hesitated when he saw there was cream in it too. Quickly I turned around, my ass-hole staring him in the face, and I positioned myself on all fours.
"Eat it, you bastard. Eat it and I'll give you the fucking of your life." It didn't take him long to make up his mind, and then I was sure he was something of a sickie. But aren't we all?
He grabbed onto the cheeks of my ass and spread them, taking a good look, and then he sighed as the smell, and the cream and the wildness of it all overcame him. Without even one moment's thought he pressed his face to my ass-hole and started to lick, exploring deep inside with his dart-like tongue. He worked his way in and out, going deeper each time, plunging in, trying to reach the other end, and there was the cherry waiting for him.
I didn't think he would continue once he knew the joke was on him, but then I'd never been eaten this way before and didn't expect to like it like I did either. But it didn't stop him. Working like an earthworm, he worked his tongue deep into my bowels, and I backed into him, moving with delight.
Now I really was hot to trot, but something in my brain kept me from turning over and giving him my cunt. I wanted him to fuck me up the rear. It was wild for me, and I could also refuse him what every man wants, to live inside a woman's cunt.
"You want it up your ass? Are you sure you can take it?"
I tried to act casual about it but my voice came out in a hoarse whisper, my dry mouth giving away my excitement.
"I can take anything you can hand out, so get moving. Shove it in there." Now he was picking up on the torture game. Al seemed to catch his breath for a moment, fighting to keep some control, when he really wanted to shove it in. Instead he probed my ass-hole with one finger then two stretching me apart, digging in and out, until I thought I would actually scream for wanting him to ram that big hot cock of his in there as far as it could go.
Before long I was panting, moaning and moving my ass back and forth there on all fours.
"Ram it into me, ram it up my ass," I shouted. Still all he would do is give me those damn little love-bites of his on my ass and ream around in there with his fingers. "Please, do it to me now. I need it now ... NOW!"
"That's what I was waiting to hear, you sadistic bitch. Now you're going to get it." He pulled me over to the edge of the bed, then positioned himself behind me, standing braced on the floor. He hooked his hands on my thighs, and spread them even wider apart, digging into my flesh, paying me back for the whipped cream job I'd done on him.
And then I felt it, that hot thick prick rammed all the way into me. Not gently, not a little at a time, but all at once, right into my bowels. I let out a groan of pain, stifled as much as I could, but he heard it and laughed. "You really it, so shut your mouth and start moving."
"Please don't hurt me," I whimpered, feeling that rod of his buried in me, "don't hurt me." But I really meant, "get that rod moving, Charlie, and shove it to me."
"You really want it hard and fast, so shut up. We'll just have to see if you can really take it all like you claim." And he started the wildest cock-grinding ass-hole action there ever was. By this time he had his knees planted on the edge of the bed for support, and he rode me like a goddamned animal. My legs began to ache, spread so far apart, they were almost torn out of me. His rough hands were savagely tearing into my flesh with his every thrust. I writhed and gyrated, making believe I was in some pain, but all I wanted was more ... more ... more!
I was really riding on a brand-new high, having my ass-hole tunneled with a ramrod. I might just make it this time, I thought, and hurried to finger my cunt, already hot and wet many times over. I jammed my fingers in there and started to rub my clit. It was already hot, big and hard.
"This is wild, this is fantastic, this beats all," he yelled. "I'm gonna make you bleed, you bitch." And the pain did get a little worse as he pushed harder and harder with each stroke. But the ecstasy rode over it all and the faster he pushed, the faster I fingered my cunt. I twisted and pushed backward trying to get it as deep within me as possible, all the time begging him to take it easy.
I was going to come. I was actually going to come, and I forgot everything except the soaring high of approaching orgasm.
"Give it to me ... fuck ... fuck ... ram it up there!" I yelled back at him, pushing harder, taking it all in and wanting more.
"Well, well, you really dig sex after all, don't you." And he doubled up his strength and pushed it to me even harder, bruising my waist and ass savagely.
"Ram it into me," I groaned at him, half-screaming, half-crying, out of my head on this weirdo-pleasure.
Alan picked up the cue and pumped away like a dynamo. "You're too damned much, you bitch, you're a fucking animal, but I do dig your style."
"Hurry, please hurry," I begged, afraid to lose this one precious chance for orgasm . Furiously I worked at my cunt, jabbing into it, rubbing my clit, anything that would work. And faster he pumped it into me. It seemed like ages until finally he roared at me.
"Here it comes, bitch. I'm gonna flood your ass with my cream."
I tried to work my fingers as fast as I could to come with him, but in the instant I felt his cock begin to shudder within me, it was gone and I was completely cold again.
Alan rested over me for just a second. That was all I would allow him. Exhausted and hurting all over, my anger began to mount like it never had before. I had used him for my perverse pleasure, but now I felt as if I had been used instead. I had been cheated once more. I had ridden the waves of ecstasy and wanting to drown in it had come up dry on the beach. All that work. All that scheming. I had gotten his rocks off twice for him and what did I have to show for it ... a big fat zero.
Still my body ached for more, and with the anger that was building came the despair of knowing that I had lost once again. I had been left hanging, craving for that orgasm, starving for it, but never quite reaching it.
"You rotten, godamn, fucking bastard! You miserable cocksucker! You poor excuse for a man! Why you're nothing but a fuckin' boy in a man's body. You couldn't even do a half-way decent job of fucking me! Maybe you're gay, maybe you should be fucked instead. YOU'RE A LOSER, AL, A ROTTEN, NO-GOOD LOSER!! ! " I had managed to work all my frustrations into fury and I grabbed everything in sight and threw it at him. He made a move at me, trying to grab my hands, but couldn't and I raked his face with my long nails, screaming at him and crying with tears of rage.
"Get your clothes and get out of here. You wasted my time. I was looking for a real man, get out, get out."
Al just stood there for a minute or two, staring at me with disbelief. He had just spent the longest, hardest two hours of his life, fucking like his life depended on it, only to be humiliated for his trouble. He had seen a cool, arrogant young woman go from proper young lady to filthy wild animal and from there to madwoman, and it was too much for him to take.
"I'm sorry, Carol. It's been groovy. It really has, but it's just not worth it. Get yourself a couple of studs to work you over. They can take turns resting or work on you together. I don't know what it is you need, but I do know that no one human being can satisfy you. Don't call me."
Then without another word he picked up his clothes and left. I never saw him again, Doctor, and I never wanted to. He knew my secret. I wasn't super-sex, I was sexless and I could never face him again. He had somehow managed to tear away my cover of arrogance and found what was underneath, a frightened, love-starved young woman, crying out to be made whole and normal.
When I was old enough to get my own place I moved to a bigger city and got a job with an insurance company. Places like that always hire good-looking young men to sell for them and if I played it right I thought I might find what I was looking for. It was that or hang out in bars like some of the girls I met at the office, and I didn't think I was that desperate, or at least not yet.
The first month was pure hell. I played it absolutely straight and proper. I dressed the part, but played the lady. I couldn't accept any of the many dates offered me. From their looks I knew guys could sense I was groovy action, and man, if they only knew how badly I wanted any one of them, all of them if I could. I was just afraid of losing this really good job, and I had a chance at executive secretary if I could manage to stay out of trouble.
Well, my suffering really paid off, because I got the promotion and the raise. I had done it mainly for status and the pay, but before too long I realized there was an extra bonus in this job. All of those husky, slick salesmen had to pass by my desk, and talk to me before they could get in to see the boss. This way I could get to know them all, and just pick the one or two candidates who looked like good fucking and no-talking.
About all I could do during this time was finger-fuck myself. Sometimes it got so bad that I'd get up in the morning and have to work my clit over before I got out of bed, or I just couldn't face the morning seeing all those men and not being able to grab even one of them by the balls. I would sit at my desk and watch all that delicious meat passing by, close enough to me so that I could take one of the pricks in my mouth if I let myself. There I would sit, eye-ball to prick-ball and I couldn't even have one of them.
It was getting worse by the day. Some days about lunchtime, after viewing all that merchandise I couldn't have I would run into the ladies' room and lock myself into one of those cubicles. With nervous fingers I would tear down my garter and panties to my ankles and then slip one leg out completely, shoe and all. This way I could spread my legs pretty far apart and work my fingers deep inside my cunt.
I seemed to be spending a lot of time doing this, coffee breaks, too, as the horniness was mounting inside me. I really became expert at it.
Sometimes I would just work on my clit, finding different angles, and different pressures, first to make myself come fast, and later on to prolong the high and make myself groan for it when I was in an especially sadi-masy mood. Other times I would do the finger-fuck bit working fingers in and out of my hot pussy, until my arms ached and my pussy was sore. Most of the time nothing would happen. I would just masturbate until I was too tired to go on. You know, Doc, about the only times I ever did come in my whole life was when I did it to myself, and even those were very rare.
I can't believe that I'm frigid. I get homey pretty often, maybe more often than most, and when I have a chance for some sex I do get hot and groove on it. It's just that I can't seem to have an orgasm. Well, back to my story.
A few weeks more of this and I was masturbating at night, too, because I couldn't get to sleep unless I did. I knew this sex thing was getting to be an obsession with me and unless I did something about it soon, I would really crack up. I would just have to take my chances with one of those guys, job or no job.
If I didn't do something soon, the tension would mess up my work anyhow.
Bob Jeffreys was single, old enough to know his business and in a high enough position in the company to have something to lose by talking. We'd had a few polite conversations before this. He must have known it was only a question of time before he would have me and that particular day he seemed to know exactly what was on my mind.
"Good morning, Carol, you're looking pretty terrific today. Hey, why so fidgety? Got an early case of spring fever or something?"
"Maybe so, Bob. Have you got a cure for it?"
He seemed to turn inward for a moment, then smiled almost to himself.
"I sure have. How about dinner tonight and then we'll put together my special prescription, guaranteed to cure what ails you."
I knew all too well what he meant, and I was so happy to finally be that close to the real thing that I didn't bother with the game of, "what are you talking about?" All I could think of was the pure pleasure of hard cock being rammed into my cunt. I was finally going to get what I had been aching for all this time, the real thing. I wanted it to be just right, and my mind was already clicking away with plans.
"Say, Bob, why not make it over to my place around 8:00. It will give me a chance to show off my cooking and I've got some really wild sounds on tape."
"Your place at 8:00. You're on sweetheart. I'm sure we both have something special to look forward to."
Well, I ran home from work that day. like lightning I set the table, placed candlesticks and flowers romantically (and lady-like) and popped two of the biggest steaks you've ever seen under the broiler. Salad, baked potatoes, and some red wine. Perfect! There was just enough time to soak in a perfumed tub and dress in something black and slinky. Lights down low, groovy music, and this little spider had spun the perfect web.
We managed to get through the dinner like any normal couple would, talking about where we came from, school and trash like that. By after-dinner cocktails we had both relaxed enough to sit close together on the couch.
The neckline of my dress was very low-cut. I always chose clothes like that to show off my best points ... ha ... ha ... ha, as if anyone could miss these big tits of mine even in a shroud! I couldn't hold myself back any longer and decided to get the show on the road. After making him a fresh drink I brought it over to where he was sitting on the couch and leaned way over to put it in his hand.
"Man, those are some beautiful tits you've got, Carol. Too bad you have to keep them covered up like that."
I should have played the game a little longer but just those few words of sexuality were all I had to hear to get me started. In seconds I slipped out of my dress to reveal black lace bikini panties and a skimpy black lace bra, covering practically nothing. Proudly I stood there posing for him, just a little sideways so he could see the proud rise of my best asset, my huge breasts.
His eyes started to sparkle and with one nervous hand he loosened his tie as he grabbed me to him with the other. Without any hesitation his hand started going a mile a minute all over my breasts and the crotch of my panties, burning to pull them off me.
"Oh, Bob, you really know how to turn a girl on, don't you?" I whispered with mock modesty.
His tongue darted out and he kissed me wetly all over my breasts, neck and face, grabbing my face between his two hands, and forcing his tongue into my mouth.
This was finally it, and I got right down on my knees and threw my arms around the back of his legs, for the moment burying my face in the ever-rising bulge of his pants-crotch. My hands trailed slowly up to his belt buckle and then my eagerness got the best of me.
"I can hardly wait to get at all the beautiful hot meat of yours!" making eating noises as suggestively as I could as I expertly undid the buckle and zipper with one hand while I kept massaging that great bulge of his with the other.
"It's all yours, Carol," he whispered as he tensed up his ass and pushed his pelvic bones forward to my face. "Show me how you eat it. I'll bet you're tops."
"Nothing but the best for you super-man," I laughed sliding his pants down his legs to the floor. How beautiful and what a sight for sore eyes, or sore pussy I should say. I kissed the bulge of his jockey shorts making obscene sounds from way down in my throat, guaranteed to turn on a 100-year old male corpse.
"That feels so great." His cock was now quivering with anticipation and he bent to kick off his shoes and pull his pants completely off. Then he rushed to take off his jacket, shirt and tie. I couldn't help thinking, "Well, at least he doesn't wear those freakin' T-shirts," as he stood there in nothing but those jockey-shorts, with his cock pushing the sac out way in front.
I had waited so long that I had to make myself wait just a little longer, crouching down there on my knees worshipping the sight of the male sex organ, ready for battle.
"If this isn't wild!", I muttered almost to myself, as I worked my way up and put one hand on either side of the waistband of his shorts, wanting to lose no more time in getting to that meat. But I thought I'd make a little ceremony out of it, wanting to make this time, after so long, as lasting and special as possible. Slowly, very slowly I eased the shorts down his sides, kissing his stomach and thighs as they appeared.
... And there it was, big and hard and standing straight out there. I couldn't help licking around his pubic hair, kissing the inside of his thighs where they grew together.
Beside myself with joy, I let out a squeal of delight, biting him lightly on that sweet, tender flesh at the top of his thighs. "Now that's what I call hot meat," I told him leaning back to take it in full view. He wasn't circumcised but it was so hard and ready that the skin was pushed back, and the glowing red head of his cock shone out like a fuckin' traffic light! My first wild sex in months, and in technicolor, no less!
I flicked little darting tongue kisses all over it, holding it lightly almost as if I were afraid it was a fragile dream and would burst if I didn't treat it carefully.
"You are something else, you are really something else." He was really getting into the sex scene, his hands working nervously tangling fingersful of hair, pulling and pushing all at the same time. He didn't seem to know if he wanted me to go down on it, or fuck me right there on the spot. "You're driving me wild, Carol, I never expected this!"
"I'm just full of surprises," I squealed, "and I'm hungry, too." I took his cock in one hand and cupped his balls in the other. "I'm really hungry" ... then I waited for his answer, knowing what he would say, so sure of what he would want.
"Go to it," he cried, bracing himself, eyes closed for the pleasure he was expecting.
Then I took that big, hard cock of his in my hands and rubbed it all over my face, even around my eyes, pressing against my cheek like you would a warm kitten. I clucked and cooed at it, it was so precious to me. "The best I've ever seen," I told him. Guys need to have their organs admired. I had learned it gives them self-confidence a long time ago.
"Can I really have it?" I asked. That question he really dug. I guess he was used to begging girls to take it, and here I was asking for his lollipop.
"Do it," he exclaimed, "take it in your mouth."
"Well, I'm just going to give you a little sample for right now. I don't want to waste any of that precious stuff on games. Later I'll do a real job on you."
I wasn't really sure that I would still want him after he had fucked me. Maybe he wouldn't be too good after all, but I didn't want to waste any just in case. Maybe if he did a decent job for me, I'd reward him. I know, like a pet who just did a trick for you. But that's all men are to me anyhow.
Suddenly I opened my mouth and lunged down on the shiny red head of his cock. Slobbering sounds, animal-like came from my throat like instinct, like the cat-bitch I probably really am. I hooked my arms around his thighs and dug my fingers into his ass, holding on.
There in my kneeling position of adoration I spread my legs out wider as I lunged further down his rod with every gulp. I was almost to its root, but I lunged down was hard as I could. I just couldn't get enough of that delicious hot cock!!
"You've got it all. You've really got it, baby." he screamed to the world as he pushed the back of my head down hard on his rod.
I grunted and slobbered wildly, moving in a fast tempo up and down that cock flicking my tongue around it as I went. I was a pro at this, and I didn't give a damn if the whole world knew it.
"Eat it, eat it," he goaded me on. "That's the greatest fucking feeling in the world."
"Then how's about fucking me for good measure?" I teased him as I moved back off his cock with a sudden move. "I could use a good fucking."
"Well, take off those skivvies, and let's get started," he spat out at me, beating his meat absent-mindedly as he grooved on my stripping down to bare-ass.
"Really great cock, that's you," I cried out and put his hand right on my cunt, pressing the fingers in so he could get a real handful. "And here's where it belongs."
All of a sudden his mouth was all over mine, and his hand was going wild rubbing around inside my cunt, going in and out to get my juices running. Those fingers were doing wild things inside me, and I wriggled around to really feel it all up there.
I was hotter than a firecracker. "Give it to me now. I want to feel you inside me."
With that I took cock in hand and led him over to the sofa. "I need what you've got, Bob. I need a good fucking. Your brand of good fucking." I spread myself out on the sofa, throwing one leg over the back and the other spread way out toward the floor.
"You really want it, don't you?" He tried to start feeling me up again, but no more of that shit. I wanted cock and I wanted it right now.
"C'mon, start fucking." I was humping away on the sofa, as I grabbed his cock and jammed it ino me.
"Sock it to me," I screamed in his ear as I grabbed on to his shoulders and started to gyrate my body in constant motion.
Well, I wasn't disappointed. He sure knew how to hump. It was quite some ride, let me tell you. Up and down, with short and long thrusts and I rose to meet him every time. I just couldn't get enough of that hot cock shoved into me to the hilt.
"You bitch, you wild, wild bitch," he kept repeating as he slobbered spit down my ear and neck, rubbing his face into my shoulder, wanting to screw his head into my body as well as his cock.
"You wild, wild bitch." I can still hear it ringing in my ears, as he gave it to me, digging his fingers into my ass as he humped away at me, faster and faster. We were on a way-out rocket ride to the moon. Cock-propelled. The more he humped me, the more I wanted. My cunt wanted to make up for all it had missed in that one ride.
"Fuck me, fuck me," I screamed in his ear, and he picked up the chant as he pumped away at me like fury.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck" was his mating call as he screwed my ass down into the sofa cushions.
His tempo was building to climax I could tell and I wrapped my legs around him and kicked his back to the rhythm. I was high, I was up there floating again ... and then it happened. He came. And me? Nothing.
"You bastard, you no-good bastard," was all I could find to scream at him. I was still hanging on and humping away like crazy, demanding that he keep pumping. But he was spent and limp, and he wanted to get off me. I smacked him hard across the face three or four times, just smackin' away at him until he got the message.
Oh, sure, he was apologetic enough. Maybe he really meant it, but no words could have helped the fire that was burning me up from the inside of my belly out.
"You mean you didn't make it. Gee, I'm sorry, Carol. I thought for sure you were almost there so many times. Just let me rest a minute and we'll go at it again."
I wanted more, but I wanted it right that minute. My body was on fire and it was still gyrating in sexual motion.
"Do something, please do something," I pleaded to him. My tears and frustration washing away my pride. "Please do something or I'll die."
"Just calm down a little, Carol. I'll find something to help you." He got up and went into the kitchen for a minute and I could hear the icebox door open and slam shut. Then he was back.
"Just stay spread out like that, Carol. I swear this is no joke. I just want to help you. Keep your eyes closed like that. It ll help."
He spread my cunt apart with his hand, slowing down my constant motion and then I felt something big, hard and ice-cold being rammed inside me. He had shoved a banana up there. But I was so hot I wouldn't have cared if it was a snake. I rocked to it the same way I had with his hot cock. The first shock of that cold thing inside my hot body soon eased away to a calming warmth, the kind of warmth I only felt when my cunt was jammed full.
"That's it, Carol, just pretend it's me." He moved it in and out with a steady and sure rhythm, working slowly at first and I slowed to his pace to make the most of it. I moved as slowly as I could, but he sensed my need to get to that orgasm and picked up the pace with me.
"Ram it in, Bob. Push it in hard. I want to come so bad, Bob. Help me, help me." I moved my body up to his hand, spreading my legs and throwing them up to the air. Bob put one hand under my ass to lift my cunt up higher. Then he pulled that banana-prick out and quickly rammed it home with all his might. It socked me hard inside and I could feel it reaching deep inside my hole, way down to where the ache was. My body was frantic, starving to be appeased.
"Groove to it, Carol. That's me, Carol. Groove to my prick." He twisted that and twirled that thing inside me, ramming it in and out. It damn sure felt like hard cock. I shut my eyes tighter and Bob put his head to my belly and washed it around with tongue-kisses as he worked that yellow stud into me.
That was it. I was up there flying again and this time nothing was going to stop me. It wasn't a man inside me, but a man was working for me. I was getting groovy fucked but that guy was getting nothing. I was getting fucked. I was getting cunt-screwed and I didn't have to do a damn thing for it. This is where it's at. I was out of my head with the wild thought of this sickie-sex that was doing the most way-out things inside my cunt. Slush-slush the banana slammed homeward my juices slithering all over it, my cunt hot and raw from the friction.
"Give it to me. Sock it to me. I'm gonna make it. Fuck me. Fuck me." And I was off on that rocket again and the tempo was moving fast inside me head, fast inside my cunt. So hard ... so hot ... so hard. I pumped away at that damn thing as Bob rammed it home with one hand pushing my body upward to it with the other. I could feel his fingers digging into my ass as he pushed me up to that thing, that thing down into me.
Rockets went off in my head. Hot flashing lights against my jammed tight eyes. With one tremendous shudder my whole body seemed to convulse as deep within my cunt thick hot cream gushed forward all over everything. All over that beautiful sickie banana-cock, Bob's hand and down the crack of my ass to the sofa. Tears came too, and I moved forward and sobbed there in Bob's arms like a freakin' baby.
Maybe that's what I was right then. Because with the tired ache and the let-down after orgasm, I still felt like I had been re-born. I know that the way it happened was weirdo-stuff, but still it had happened and I felt more like a woman than I ever had before. Sure, it didn't happen when Bob had fucked me, but I realized that it wasn't his fault. He had tried his best.
Doc, I really hit it lucky when I took that job with the insurance company. I was still sick when I got there and sick when I picked Bob and laid him for the first time, but he helped me to come and I was grateful to him. That night after I was finally calmed down, Bob and I jumped into the shower together and soaped each other down. We washed every inch of each other's body with loving care and he laughed when I got the soap in his eyes.
From there on in we got to be very close. With Bob's understanding in a few months I learned to relax enough to let it happen with him inside me. I also learned to make love to a man, instead of conquering him.
Bob and I are pretty close now, Doc. It was his idea that I come to you for therapy, and he waits outside for me every session to take me home. It's our home now, and if things keep going as well as they have been until now, we might just get married...
CASE HISTORY NO. 3 RITA
I wasn't always a hooker, Doctor. I've only been turning tricks for about three years, even though I know I look like it's been ten. That's what the trade does to you. So many crummy stories and so many paunchy bellies and middle-aged cocks. Well, why can't their wives keep them happy at home anyhow?
I suppose I should be ashamed of how I make my living, but at least I don't lie to myself anymore. I'm trying to find some answers, and I'm kind of doing my penance for the pain I've given so many people. Society says that hookers are trash, and that's exactly what I am. I'm no lady, I'm not even a whole woman. I guess I'm just no good at all.
Where does a hooker begin to explain how she got there, from a home on Nob Hill? She begins with the confession that no man has ever been able to satisfy her. And I mean no man from the richest guys in town to drunken souses from off the street. I've been on every road from high class orgies to sadi-masi blood baths and nothing has turned me on enough to make it.
My problems have always been with me from the time I was a small girl. I guess it was there before I was born. Everybody seems to think that if you're born into a rich family, you've got all the advantages and none of the heartaches. But I'm here to tell you that the whole kettle of fish is pretty damn rotten. You can take it from me that behind those imagine carved doors can very often be a pure hell on earth!
Mom and Dad must have been having their problems even before I was born. Theirs was what polite society calls a "marriage of convenience." I guess that they have had an understanding from the very beginning, everything nice and proper for the spectators, and each could do whatever he damn pleased as long as nobody found out.
Daddy always managed to have the highest turn-over in maid service in the whole town. Mom knew all about it, but she couldn't have cared less. They had separate bedrooms and she wasn't at home much anyhow. He managed to be at home sometimes during the day when he didn't feel like going to his bank and most of these women were practically hired with the understanding that keeping Daddy happy was part of the service they were supposed to provide. They were paid, lots more than they could make in other homes and I guess most of them figured what the hell, because only I or 2 that I can remember ever left the house in a huff.
Mom seemed to care a little more about her influence on me than Daddy did because I didn't see any men hanging around the house until I became a teenager. So those first few years I used to think that Daddy was the villian and Mom used to go away for long weekends to get away from him.
Man, he really thought he was something specially sharp. He thought that his little trusts were unique. He would pick a different room, or a different line, but when it came down to brass tacks, his method was always just about the same. Propriety was always the rule of the day, so no pinching or feeling legs under the table when other people were in the house, and that included his buddies.
Those damn arrogant men, smoking cigars and drinking brandy in the library. Nobody ever bothered whispering around a little kid. What could she understand, right? Well, maybe I wouldn't be here on your couch today if they were right. I would just sit there, cross-legged on the floor, playing with my doll near the doorway, but my ears were tuned in to that bragging bunch of lechers. Daddy was the biggest boaster of them all.
"Say, have you guys noticed that new mulatto maid of mine? Straight from the Indies, where they really believe in free love. Ha-ha. She's got the best pair of tits I've ever seen on one of those. And at least I can look at this one's face when I fuck her. She really loves the old white meat, I don't mind telling you."
That's all those guys had to hear. All other conversation in the room came to a halt as the "boys" gathered round to catch the dirt about the new maid's sex habits.
Someone piped up, "Okay, Lou, let's have it. Do they suck any differently in the Indies?"
"Let's face it. There are just so many ways to put in one broad's hole and screw it around, but when one of those broads heats up, she really heats up. Hey, Jack, you've got your feet up on the very ottoman where I laid her this morning or should I say she laid me, ha-ha."
With that Jack bolted upright, looking very red in the face, but eager to hear the story in spite of himself.
"Well, here's how it happened. I woke up a little earlier than the rest of the household this morning. Thought I might go out on the green. Rang for breakfast and came in here to relax for a while. You all know I sleep in the raw? Yeah? Well, I had a robe on but guess it wasn't tied too well. Sat down on the sofa and put my feet up on the ottoman. I was kind of looking through a magazine so I didn't notice that my robe had fallen open and my balls were hanging out.
"Juana came in with the tray and I lifted my sight to grab in a view of her. Man, she looked good in that tight white uniform against that dark skin of hers. The first thing that caught my eye were those huge knockers of hers sticking up there over the tray. She walked into the room with a proper good morning smile on her face and then stopped dead in her tracks when she spotted my meat on display.
"By this time I felt the draft, but wasn't sure until I saw the expression on her face. Any white girl might have dropped the tray and run out of the room, but not Juana. After the first shock was over she took her sweet time looking me over and then licked her lips in the universal language which could have only meant, 'looks good enough to eat'. What the hell, I figured. She'd been working for me a couple of weeks already, so she must have known the score between me and Alice. That girl is sharp. I don't mind saying. She walked over to me, put the tray on the side-table and quietly asked, 'Pardon, sir, do you want me to fuck you first, or would you rather have breakfast?'
"Never heard anything like that in my life either, but I didn't waste any time making up my mind. 'Fuck first, coffee later,' I answered and started to get up but she told me to keep my seat. Right in front of me she slipped out of her panties and threw them on the floor, then asked me very politely to move forward on the ottoman, which I did of course with great haste. I didn't know what she had in mind, but I knew it had to be out of this world.
"Watching her slip out of those panties so proudly had given me an instant hard-on and there I sat with my cock standing straight up in the air. Well, Juana moved over to me and then climbed on like I was some kind of fuckin' horse waiting to be ridden. She threw one leg on either side of the ottoman in a kind of half-standing position, then grabbed on to my cock and shoved it up inside her.
"All I could do was latch on to her knockers. Then she thumped down on it hard and knocked the wind completely out of me. She muttered something like, 'You're hot, man,' and started to ride my cock like she was on a pogo stick, holding on to my shoulders and muttering to herself.
"Hard and fast she did it, picked herself all the way up almost off it and coming down hard, but never losing rhythm.
"No, no jokes about blacks and rhythm. I wished all the broads I fucked had that kind of rhythm. I closed my eyes, hung on to her and had the best fuck of my life, just sitting on that seat, her riding up there on it. Didn't take me too long to get my gun off and she shrieked out something I didn't understand but couldn't miss as I felt her cream dripping down my cock onto my balls. Soon as she felt me go soft, without another word, she got off me, put her panties in her pocket, poured my coffee and left the room."
Nobody spoke for a couple of minutes and then I remember hearing all those men patting him on the back and congratulating him like he had just won some kind of contest or made a killing in the stock market. She had done all the work. He had used her like a whore and in their eyes my father was the conquering hero. I never forgot the lesson I learned that day. No matter what you do for a guy, he always takes all the credit for himself.
That's what Daddy was like and I used to say to myself, "Poor mother, to have to get into bed with that horrible animal." When I got a little older I began to notice that Mom was going away just about every weekend. Lots of times I asked her if I could go along on the yacht with her or up to our beach-place, but she always refused.
Then when I was about sixteen I told her that I knew how horrible Daddy was and that I didn't want to stay in the house with him when she wasn't there. I was also very curious about what she did on her weekends away from home.
"Okay, Rita, honey. You're old enough now to learn the facts of life, not the ones in the books, but the life we lucky rich people live. Lesson number I you learned already. You marry for the money, but your heart belongs to you alone. Well, if you're going to start running in my circle you'd better learn lesson number 2, which is: Never let a man get to you. If they've got your love, they've got your soul."
"I think I understand, Mom. Will there be men, and boys for me around?"
"Sure there will. I don't care what you do. Just don't get pregnant and don't get hurt."
That summer was the beginning of the end. I didn't have any chance at all for a normal sex life. I had been pre-conditioned to hate men and to expect to be hurt if I got to dig anyone. But nobody said I wasn't allowed to have all the fuckin' fun I could handle.
There was a party every night at someone's beach house. Some nights the young crowd had their own and others we'd all be together. I was a little shy. I knew there was plenty of fucking going around and I was all for it, but I was uneasy about getting started. Jan, one of the girls who ran in the crowd helped me out.
"Listen, Rita, you're missing out on some really groovy stuff. The easiest way to begin is just go ahead and do it."
She took me upstairs where the night's orgy was already in full swing. "Just take your clothes off and hop in." Then she laughed, "Don't worry, someone will ask you to dance."
I followed her instructions and quickly dropped all my clothes on the pile at the door. People were fucking everywhere. I saw some combinations I hadn't even dreamt about. That put me out of my skull immediately. So everything went here. I decided to look around and pick out which style I wanted to start with.
There was a group of girls playing lesbian daisy-chain on the floor. Three girls were eating each other's cunts, and one of them was finger-fucking a fourth who had somehow managed to get a vibrating dildo stuck up her ass. She was just laying on her side and moaning.
Then Billy spotted me. "Looking for some action," he asked.
"Yes, but I'm a virgin, so please make it something easy."
"Yeah, sure, something easy." Then he turned his back on me and shouted to the crowd, "Hey gang, we've got a novice among us. It's initiation time."
Before I could figure out what was happening, some sun-tanned beach-ass type lay down on his back in front of me. I had a flashback of the kind of fucking I had heard my father talking about and started to move over him. He seemed to be showing me some consideration.
"Here, let me get you started." From his position on the floor he reached up and jammed three fingers straight up into my cunt. Nothing had ever been in there before. I was so down on sex from everything I had heard and seen in the house that I never even tried to masturbate.
It felt like his fingers were going to rip me right open. He found out what he wanted to know.
"We've got a virgin here," he shouted out. They all gathered around the two of us to stare at the oddity. I had my pride and I wanted to be in with this group, so I got up my courage and answered him.
"Okay, Charlie. So you get the prize. Give me your cock and let's get started." I grabbed his cock and pointed it at my cunt. Then I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and sat down on it.
Stars exploded in my head as his rock-hard prick tore into me. The pain was really bad but the kick was out of this world. He grabbed on to my hips and started pumping me up and down on it ... a fast and furious joy-ride.
I had to rest for just a minute and leaned over, thinking if I could just put my head down I wouldn't feel so dizzy. He stopped pumping for just that minute. Again I thought he was being considerate. Everybody got kind of quiet, but I couldn't have cared less, I just wanted to rest for a minute.
From behind me this guy Carl walks up to me and I could feel the head of his prick aimed straight at my up-turned ass.
"Please, allow me to help you." I heard a girl laugh and I started to turn, but somebody grabbed me and held me where I was.
Then hands were all over my ass, spreading my legs and cheeks apart. Lightning struck and I felt his prick ramming straight down into my ass-hole.
I was locked in there. Carl's push into my ass-hole had forced me down even harder on the prick up my pussy and I gasped as all the wind went out of me. Carl controlled the action, pumping into me and forcing up and down on the prick up my pussy.
Someone was playing bongos, beating out an obscene rhythm as the crowd clapped in time. I couldn't dare open my eyes. As long as they were closed I wouldn't freak-out and start screaming. I was scared and it hurt, but I was beginning to groove on the scene. If it was good enough for Mom and Dad, it was good enough for me.
I let myself into an erotic dream world, riding between those two cocks pinning me from both ends, moving to the drum and the clapping. Someone, it seemed from miles away, said, "There's an opening left," but I didn't care. It was all a wild, fucking dream anyway.
My mouth was dry and I opened it to lick my lips and instead got another prick, stiff and hot rammed between my teeth. This ghost I never saw grabbed onto my hair and pumped his prick into my mouth, picking up the rhythm of the other two and no one lost a bead. I must have fainted for a little while. All I remember is that everything in my body was numb except for my three openings with hot cocks gyrating in and out of them.
One by one they shot their loads into me and it snapped me out of my high as that hot juice spurted into my pussy and ass-hole. My eyes opened in that instant to see a guy leering at me, then shooting his load into my mouth, laughing as his body shook with orgasm. The guy on top of me pulled out and I fell down and rolled over the body below to the floor totally exhausted.
A couple of girls propped me up and someone brought me champagne. Then the whole crowd broke into applause. I was dead tired, but the feeling of humiliation was gone. They were cheering me for my performance. I had made it into the crowd.
I lay back on the girl who was holding my head and left my legs spread out wide. It hurt too much when I tried to close them, and all I could think of was sipping that champagne and resting. Another girl sat down between my legs and asked, "Would you like me to make the pain go away?" I thought she was teasing me.
"Sure," I said. "Do you know some magic?"
"I sure do," she answered in a low and throaty tone. "I sure do." With that she lay down on her stomach between my legs.
"You've got a beautiful pussy," she mumbled, her face so close to it that I could feel her breath tingling the pubic hairs. Her tongue darted out straight into my pussy, already wide open from the previous fucking, and she tongued it up and down, working her way into the slit.
It felt so good. So much better than those cocks and so much gentler. Not dirty. She wasn't using me, she was adoring me. And I adored being eaten. She settled down to her tongue-work, digging hands into my thighs as she darted her tongue deep in and out of my pussy.
Expertly she worked her tongue in and out, just like a prick only softer and wetter, and at the same time she rubbed my clit with one finger. Christ, I didn't even know I had one until then, but it sent me straight out of my head!
"Come, baby, come," she muttered into my pussy between tongue thrusts. Nobody senses a girl's needs like another girl. The tingle I felt inside my pussy built to a peak and my cream came pouring out into her mouth. She lapped it up like milk, taking in every drop. When it was over I hugged and kissed her. She had helped me out of my pain and she had proven what Mom had said ... that men can only hurt you.
Quite a time for my first experience, wouldn't you say. That's the way I spent my weekends, grooving on the sex scene ... screwing guys ... screwing girls. Before too long I learned a little tongue-action of my own. I could give a blow-job or cunt-lap with equal flair ... Man, I was just so talented.
Sex was everywhere. Lots of times I came into our beach-house as day was breaking to find my mother screwing with a couple of guys or a man and a guy. She was much sicker than Dad, but I just figured that Dad had made her that way, so she was just fine in my book.
Mom had said not to trust men, yet I saw her having sex, going out, playing all sorts of courting games with men. What exactly did she mean? Then one day I found out.
It was very late and I was going to tiptoe past her bedroom so as not to waken her or disturb her if she had someone there. After those first few times of hearing sex sounds in her room, and then getting laid on my own, I didn't pay any particular attention to what I used to hear from her room as I went to mine. Tonight, well, I don't know, just something different in her voice. No, it wasn't hers. It was another woman's.
"I love you," I heard and then the voice was muffled, I guess by kissing. Curiosity got the best of me, and I snuck up to the open doorway. There was Mom, soul-kissing Jack's wife, and unbuttoning the top of her blouse. Jack's wife, whom everybody said played it so straight, no cheating, nothing.
Mom's voice again, almost in a whisper, "From now on, you'll belong to me and no one else," and then I saw her move her head down to
Lucy's breasts, peeking out from the bikini bra she wore. Hungrily her mouth searched for its nipple and found it, forcing the breast out free. Her tongue worked all over it, sucking on the long, brown nipple, flicking dainty kisses all around it. With the other hand she was pulling the other tit out also, fondling it, caressing it like a precious pet.
She was making tender passionate love to her breasts, but it wasn't enough. With the other hand Mom was pulling down Lucy's shorts. It was a status-thing out here that none of the women wore any panties. So with one tug down, Lucy's pussy was free, and I discovered along with Mom that she was after all, a natural blonde.
Her body looked so beautiful, laying there all milky white where her bikini covered her and golden brown from the sun. She looked so very beautiful that I got the notion I would like to go down on her myself. Eating pussy wasn't exactly my bag, but I had already learned that I could get much higher on sex with a woman than with a man. Girls never hurt me.
"I love you too," I heard Lucy answer Mom in a very hoarse whisper, and Mom flicked kisses all over her body, working a trail down to her delicately flat tummy. Her hands were way ahead of her, and she had already entwined her fingers in the golden hair covering her pussy.
"Let me love you as no man has." Mom kept saying pretty little phrases to her, trying to calm Lucy's fears and work on her excitement. Lucy wanted her all right. She was squirming and moving her body up towards Mom's hands. With one hand she was holding Mom back, but with the other hand she was urging her on, wanting her to make love to her pussy. Mom knew what she wanted.
"I love you," she told her once more, and then plunged down to her twitching pussy. Her tongue darted out and began tracing long lines up and down the length of her pussy. Then she grabbed on to her ass and pressed her pussy up to her face.
She tongued it and sucked on it like she had been eating cunt all her life and was loving every minute of it. In and out she darted her pointed little hot tongue, working herself into a frenzy, with Lucy picking up on her fire.
Then I saw Lucy tighten her hands on Mom's shoulders, throwing her head around and sort of sobbing. Mom didn't stop her tongue-action but quickly put fingers up her own pussy, wanting it to happen together. She worked on Lucy and herself in equal time for just a little while. Christ, it wouldn't have taken me much time either.
Lucy shrieked and her whole body shook as she came in Mom's mouth and then Mom finally relaxed as her own cream flowed. Their bodies were all sweaty and glowing there in the night lamp-light. They both looked so content, so very happy.
I never saw Mom looking so happy after she had made it with a man. I knew that I wasn't. I had screwed with about 2 dozen guys and 3 or 4 girls by the time summer vacation was over and I went off to college. All that sex and no man had ever satisfied me. There was lots of talk, lots of promises about life, but I was convinced that they were all phonies, that love never really happened between men and women ... they just used each other ... just like Mom and Dad.
The college I went to was a very liberal one, and I wouldn't have had it any other way. I wanted to make it with men all right, but just so I could show them who was the boss.
In my second year at school I met Glen. That guy was something else. He was so cock-sure of himself. You could imagine that this was a guy who really did make notches in his bedpost. The girls' used to actually brag about being laid by him, as proud of it as making the dean's list. There was some talk about him being a pusher, but then the other guys always blamed everything on him, they were so jealous.
Well, Glen was my mark. I was going to string him along, make him think I really dug him, make him crawl for me, and then I would ditch him. But I never got the chance. My first score with him was even a disaster.
No sooner had we gone up to his place when he ordered me to strip. So I figured I would go along with his little game, there was no harm done if he wanted to play the big man, was there? Obediently I got out of my clothes and placed them on a chair beside me. As I turned to look for a bed I spotted the leather boots and riding-crop.
"I've had you figured out for quite a while, Rita. You think you're pretty hot stuff and you've been a bitch to a lot of guys. Well, no one has ever been able to tame you. I heard them talking about how good you are at it, but that you never come. Well, I am going to teach you a lesson that you are never going to forget, no, ma'am." Then he grabbed me by the hair and threw me to the floor.
"NOW KNEEL, YOU BITCH, KNEEL!" he roared at me, and I did it, too afraid not to. "Bow your head. Don't you dare look up at me. You're not even good enough to lick my boots. You're trash. NOW SAY IT."
All I could do was stare up at him, glaring all the hate I've felt all my life for men at him. He smacked me hard across the face with the side of his fist, and I reeled back from the blow.
"SAY IT."
"I'm trash."
"Damn right you are. Not good enough to lick my boots. Show me you're good enough and maybe I'll fuck you." Then he grabbed me by the hair again and pulled me over to his boots standing on the floor.
"Lick them." This time he didn't have to tell me twice. I could feel the side of my face starting to swell and I wasn't looking for another beating. I bent my head down to them, but the smell of the leather and his feet made me gag. It only took a second and then I felt the swift kick of his foot against my back.
"Get busy or I'll kill you where you're sitting," he screamed at me and I closed my eyes and started lapping leather, shaking from nausea and sweating from fear.
"Okay, that's enough. You're not even any good at that. KNEEL," he screamed at me, and I did, grateful to be away from those awful boots. SMACK. The leather of the riding crop hit my back before I knew what was happening. I tried to get up but he slammed me against the floor. My knees caved right into the ground, and all I could do was put my hands up to protect my face. For what seemed like a lifetime bolts of hot lightning hit my arms, face and back.
I'm not quite sure when I blacked out, but when I did open my eyes, I found myself on a big brass bed, my arms and legs tied to the four posts with leather thongs. I turned my head from side to side, looking for a way out and then I spotted the line-up. Every guy at school that I had fucked and then some, standing there in line waiting to get their rocks off.
"You asked for it, Rita. So no guy is a good enough lay to make you come. Well, maybe all of us together can do it."
Glen was first. Beatings must turn him on because his cock was as hard as a brick. He kneeled at the foot of the bed and shoved it into my pussy, hard, straight and true. Then he ground away at me like a corkscrew ... not fast or slow, just steady. I knew that Glen didn't care if he did anything to me or not, he was just getting his rocks off after the beating he had given me. It turns out that he's really a weirdo, and was just fucking me for the sake of his reputation with the other guys.
I felt his cream bursting inside of me, and then he started to laugh, like some kind of maniac. He laughed through 21 guys. As long as I could stay conscious, I tried to act cool, cursing those guys and making sarcastic cracks at them all beating their meat, working on their hard-ons as they waited for their turn.
Some of them were rough, some so small I didn't even know they were in me. Some of them were huge, and they somehow managed to be back in the line so I was good and sore by the time they got to me and they could really rip up my insides with their big cocks.
Pretty soon it was just a blur of cocks ... cocks, cocks everywhere. Guys high on pills fucking away. Cocks in my mouth, cocks pissing all over me, endless cocks being rammed into my pussy ... and there was cream everywhere. I was so wet inside that it spilled out between my legs like a gusher. And still they came ... and came ... and came.
Someone in a neighboring apartment had called the police. I guess I must have started screaming or there was too much noise or something, but anyhow they came and took me to the hospital.
In court, Glen and the other boys claimed I had planned the whole set-up and begged them to tie me up like that. 21 guys testified against me. If it wasn't for my father's name and his money I'd be in a women's place right now, but instead I was ordered to the Shrink. Fat lot of good it did me. I said whatever she wanted to hear, and after a couple of months of the right answers the judge was satisfied.
Mom and Dad were divorced by now and Mom wanted me to go and live on the Riviera with her. She was the one who had gotten me started on sex without love and I blamed her for the trouble I was in. I couldn't go back to the school, and I was down on college anyhow. So I came here to Chicago.
My clothes and my name got me a good job-' with a public relations firm and I was soon in the swing of things with cocktail parties and switching partners. But nobody turned me on and it started to get pretty boring.
A couple of the guys wanted to make me together and thought they would have to get me high to do it. I'd made that scene before but they didn't know it. So one of them slipped a couple of pills in my drink and when I was groggy enough, he shot "H" into my arm.
I never found out what they did to me. I floated through the whole thing. Next day at the office one of them showed me some snapshots he had taken of the last night's festivities and I cracked.
At the hospital, the nurse who was guarding me told me I had been screaming for two days, calling men by every foul name in the book and crying for my daddy to fuck me. The shrink told me I had a secret desire for my father to fuck me, and it had finally come out.
Six months I was in that place and when they released me I had no place to go. No job, nothing. The rent on the apartment was paid through the bank and I had some allowance. At the hospital they had put me on tranquilizers and ups to keep me from jumping out the window and I went home with a good supply..
I called a couple of guys to come up and keep me company, and they brought some out-of-town clients with them. I sucked and fucked the whole lot of them, trying hard to be the trash I "felt like. I begged them to use every part of my body and when they were through I thanked them for it. Exhausted, I fell asleep and didn't even know when they left. Next morning when I got up, there was $500.00 on the cocktail table.
From then on until today, it's been one steady line of men. I started at the top, $100.00 a ride. Lots of times I was hired for parties, visiting execs and crap like that. I had my little price list. $100.00 for straight fucking. $25.00 extra for blow jobs and $50.00 extra for taking it up the ass. If they had a line-up I'd charge them $500.00, flat rate.
Just to keep going, I popped pills a couple of times a day. High price customers were getting a little harder to find. Some of them complained I was too high to know what I was doing. Then I picked up with this other hooker who kept me supplied with pills and turned me on to "H" again.
She was a big bull-dyke who didn't want to turn her own tricks any more. So she'd send me out to turn them for her. If I did all right I would get cunt-lapped for my efforts. That was about the only good part of the whole sordid affair.
I would turn 8 or 9 tricks a night, and when the money was good, she'd have a bubble-bath waiting for me, and then my own clean bed. Resting there with my legs spread she would go down on me like a champ, working her tongue like a prick, rubbing my clit with her teeth, fingering me and then lapping it again, until I calmed down to her tongue and I came. Man, she loved to lap up that cream of mine.
If I didn't do well she would take the leather strap to me. I never told her that I sometimes wished for that punishment. It made me feel as low as I knew I had sunk.
She'd take that strap and whip my pussy and ass-hole, working hard on the tender parts of my skin, beating the hell out of me until I begged her to stop, promised her anything, got down on my knees and kissed her toes. Sometimes she made me go along beside her on all fours like a dog, and sometimes she'd sit on my face for me to do it.
After a while I was too scarred up for the good money and I ran away from her after she broke my arm.
I took anything I could pick up from there on.
Then someone found me roaming the streets with my clothes all torn up.
Back to the hospital again ... and here I am:
Doctor, you've got to help me. I'll never find peace this way. No man has ever satisfied me. My life is in the gutter. I still need those men. Help me.
CASE HISTORY NO. 4 CARMEN
The town in Puerto Rico that I come from h some pretty ancient ideas about how to raise young girls. I guess most of the parents in Puerto Rico have the same idea about not telling their young girls anything at all about sex, so that maybe what they don't know they won't be interested in.
When my sister and I were just going into our teens, it was like some huge censorship hit our home. My mother and father made different arrangements in the way we slept at home. We weren't very rich and some of us kids had to share their bedroom with them. My sister and I slept in there because we had four brothers and they slept in the other room.
Not one of those brothers or my fathers ever walked around the house in their underwear. Once in a while one of them would forget and leave the bathroom door open while they were washing or doing something. Just once I saw my brother standing over the toilet holding his cock in his hand and rubbing it. It looked so horrible that I just turned away. Until I came here to this city it was the only time I had ever seen a cock.
I was never really interested in finding out what sex was all about, but my sister was very different. She hated the way my parents were raising us. My mother would make us dress very plain and every morning she'd drag us off to church with her. If a boy so much as looked at one of us, my mother would take us by the hand and rush us home. Once a boy asked to be introduced to me and stopped by the house to say hello. After he left, my oldest brother grabbed him by the arm outside the house and told him if he ever came near me again he would kill him.
To me this sort of sheltered and ignorant life was security. My sister rebelled against it. She ran away from home for a month, and we found out later she had gotten a job at a bar in another town. She came back home sick and pregnant. My parents took care of her until the baby came and then they threw her out. She committed suicide a week later. My mother took the baby to the convent and made arrangements for the little girl to be raised there and that was the end of it.
From time to time I would hear other stories about girls and boys having affairs and I often wondered what it would be like to have a man on top of me and sticking his cock into my pussy. I couldn't help thinking that it couldn't be as horrible as my mother said if people did it so much.
I didn't come to this city until I was twenty-five. Then I got a clerical job with this big company. Lunchtimes I would talk with the other girls, mostly listen about what they did with their boy-friends and how much they liked getting laid. At first I just didn't believe that girls I thought were so nice could do such dirty things with their boy-friends.
When they would start to talk about those things, I would pretend not to listen and go on eating my lunch, but man, was I listening. All of their conversations would be about the same:
"Hey, do you know what Gary and I tried last night? We fucked standing up!! Yeah, really! Standing up. My folks were still home so we said we were going down to the cellar to look for something. Gary stood me up against the wall, then he hiked up my skirt and bunched it in my belt. I got the idea and pulled down my panties to my ankles and slipped out of them. Gary just dropped his pants and his shorts and I stood up tip-toe.
"I guess the excitement of my folks being upstairs and us down in the dark cellar like that turned him on, because, man, he was hard as a rock. I couldn't see a thing, but I could feel Gary's legs against me as he stooped down just a little, then rammed it up into my pussy. No, I couldn't see a thing but I sure could feel his hard cock screwing me into the cellar wall.
"Bang! Bang! Me pinned against that wall, with Gary's arms holding me there and hot cock going through me like a big, hot train. It was the wildest thing ever. I was so hot I came twice before he did. But when he creamed, he slammed so hard against that wall that my ass is still bruised. Then his hot cream spurted into me and he pulled out fast. All that cream spilling down my thighs and legs, man, it was something else!
"And you know what I did after that? Why I just wiped it off with my panties, threw them in the trash bin, and Gary and I went upstairs to have coffee with my folks. Me bare-assed, Gary and I both still hot from screwing, and we sat there at the table with them and talked about the weather like nothing had happened. Isn't that the greatest?"
None of the girls ever wanted to be topped in their bragging so right about then someone else would put their two cents in:
"Well, do you know what my boy-friend and I did the other night? We got to drinking, and figured we were brave enough to try something a little different so we did it doggy-style. You know how it is, you do so much fucking and sucking, every so often you feel like doing something a little different. Jack and I had finished fucking the regular way and as soon as Jack got it up again, we decided on a little change in the menu, ha-ha!!
"It was my idea, you know. I've been reading all these groovy sex books lately. They tell you all kinds of ways and positions that you just would not believe. Well, anyway there was this picture of these people doing it doggy-style. She was down on the ground on all fours, and he was on his knees behind her shoving it home. Well, it really looked like fun, so I told Jack about it and he said, 'Why not?' So we did!
"Only Jack is kind of tall. So he got me on all fours on the edge of the bed and he stood up behind me. Jack's not small, he's got a great thick 9-incher, and it feels out of this world the regular way, but let me tell you. When he shoved his 9-incher to my cunt bent over me from the back, like that.
"Well, he drove me straight to the moon. I was so turned on that I worked away at his cock with my pussy working kind of backwards. Pushing hard against his cock every time he shoved it to me. I couldn't hang on to him, for the groovy ride, so I just grabbed on to that bedspread and we screwed away like mad! His shoving hot cock to my pussy, me grinding away with my pussy and ass.
"Then I feel him grab my ass with his hands. He digs in real hard and I knew he was going to come. You can always tell when Jack is about to shoot his load. He starts snorting and breathing so heavy, he sounds like a locomotive. Then he digs his fingers into my ass and shoots his load straight into my cunt.
"Well, that drove me so wild, feeling his load shooting straight into me like that, well I just creamed right then and there. That was really out of sight. My cream mixing with his at the same time. Everything so nice and wet inside me. I could just come again, telling you all about it. Listen, next time you get a chance you just have to try it that way, it's outta sight!"
Then there was this little black girl. She was really short, and couldn't have weighed more than 90 pounds. You would never think she could even have a guy touch her without breaking her in two. So when she told her little story, it really got me to thinking:
"All you white girls, you think you really know how to fuck in style. But you haven't been fucked, till you've been fucked by a big black dude with a horse-thick 12-incher, and up the ass. Yeah! Up the ass with a 12-incher!
"My man once caught me finger-fucking myself and I thought he was going to yell at me. But instead he told me to lean over this stool and then I could go on playing with my pussy. Well, I didn't know what was going to happen, but my man always does me up in high style, so I trusted him and leaned over the stool, all the time working a fever up my pussy. Well, he props me up with my ass in the air, and then WHAM! I feel his hot prick tearing into my ass-hole like a fuckin' jackhammer.
"Sure it hurt like hell, but only for a minute. Then he worked his tool in and out of there like a goddamn fucking machine. Well, with me working up a lather in my pussy and him ramming hot cock to my ass-hole it was no time at all until there was cream front and rear. Now I tell you, is that fucking or is that fucking?"
That's the way it was with all of them. After a while it got to be like everyone was busy getting laid except me. In fact, one of them would ask me sometimes how I didn't have any stories about my boy-friends, or couldn't even get a guy to want my body?
Here I was always so proud that I was still a virgin, that no man had ever touched me. I used to think that I was so much better than all of them ... that I was high class and they were low. Maybe I didn't have their nice clothes and their nice manners, but I did think I was more of a lady.
Well, after a few months of hearing this kind of talk, I could see that I was probably the only virgin in the whole damn city, but it still didn't seem all that important to me. Save myself for my husband, that was what I was going to do. Besides, everything I had ever been told except by those girls was that it was the man's place to enjoy sex, and the woman just had to take it. Well, I was not going to submit myself to just any man, he was going to have to marry me, and then I would only do it when I had to.
One day one of the girls asked me what I did with my evenings. I knew she was going to say something sarcastic.
"Well, Carmen, how do you spend your free time? I guess going to church every morning and every evening must still leave you with a few free hours. What do you do, social work? Or maybe you read a lot?"
Then this other girl was whispering to her friend nearby. It was like they had some kind of a scheme going. They all looked up while the conversation went on.
"Listen, my boy friend has this buddy who just came home on leave from the service. He's really race, not fresh or anything like that. Maybe hell get to know you and then marry you, and you'll live happily every after. C'mon, Carmen, or are you afraid that if you go out with a boy, and maybe he wants to kiss you good night, you'll be soiled and then you might lose your chance at sainthood."
I wanted to tell her to go to hell, but I just couldn't. They were telling me that I wasn't a woman and I couldn't let them get away with that. Maybe I didn't have the same ideas as them about sex, but I was no sexless creature either. I had to take the dare.
What was going to happen to me I couldn't imagine, and right then I was so mad that I just didn't care. Besides once I was with the guy, I didn't have to do anything if I didn't want to. So I just told Marcia to go ahead and make the date with the soldier. I even told her that I expected to have a good time with the three of them.
The boys met us after work that same night and we all had dinner together at a pretty nice place. I was impressed with the restaurant and the conversation. They talked about all kinds of things. I didn't have much to say, but it made me feel pretty good to be seen with people who really knew their way around town. On the spot I made up my mind that if the soldier was going to kiss me I would let him.
After dinner we went to this dark kind of bar-place and they started drinking pretty heavily. At first I wouldn't drink anything, but Marcia and the boys kept teasing me. So I had a couple also. The soldiers kept winking and whispering things to Marcia's boy-friend, but I wasn't feeling too much by that time.
Then I saw Marcia's guy put his hand under her skirt and feel up her legs. She just giggled and got close enough to him to nibble on his ear. If anybody did take notice it didn't seem to bother them. All around us guys and girls were grabbing each other in the dim light. Girls were leaving the place with guys they had never seen before and I could take odds that quite a few of them would wind up in the sack together later on.
Soldier-boy was beginning to pick up on the surroundings and I guess he figured he had a right to the same action the other guys were taking. Maybe my sweater and skirt weren't exactly the latest style, but I thought I looked pretty good that night. My tits stuck out nicely against my tightly fitting sweater and my skirt was a little old-fashioned but it fit around my ass and showed off my thighs pretty well. Well, why not? Just because I wasn't any action was no reason why I shouldn't look as good as other girls did.
The guy I was with kind of liked the way I was dressed, too, because it took him quite a while to take his eyes off my tits. He stood there just a little away from me and looked me up and down. Sort of made me feel like he was taking inventory. After a while he moved up close to me and threw all sorts of little kisses around my neck and face. He spoke so quietly that I wasn't sure I had heard what he said.
"Carmen, I've never been out with one of your kind before, but they say you Spanish girls are the wildest ever when it comes to fucking. You certainly are built for the part. How's about you and me going back to Marcia's apartment with them? They'll go in the bedroom and then you and I can be alone. I haven't had any loving in a couple of months, so I should be a pretty good match for that wild hump you Latins are famous for. How about it?"
The drinks must have done their job, because otherwise I would have slapped that guy and run the hell out of there. All I could do now was nod my head. I was juiced up enough to win that bet, come hell or high water.
"Okay Ralphie-boy, why don't we go on up there. So you heard about us Latins. Well, I'm a
Puerto Rican, and do you know what that means. It means I'm a better lay than any other kind of Spanish girl. I'm the wildest."
That was all he had to hear. He almost ran over to Marcia and her fellow, then gestured something to them, and in one minute flat we had our coats and were on our way to Marcia's apartment. My fear was beginning to creep up on me, but something told me that I would have to go through with it. I had made up my mind that tonight I was going to become a smart city girl, and getting laid was the way it was going to happen.
Lucky for me, Marcia kept booze in her place, because I hit that bottle as soon as I saw it. My courage was wearing thin and that bottle would be my crutch. Nobody objected. Marcia and the guys were glad I was drinking, so I wouldn't give them any trouble.
What they didn't know was that I had no intention of giving them any trouble. I wanted to get fucked and I wanted it right away. I was through with being the girl that everybody laughed at. I was as good as the rest of them and I would prove it in bed with that guy tonight.
Those extra few drinks had me in the greatest mood. I wanted to grab him or say something smart that would tell him I was ready for some action, but I didn't know how to begin. Out of the corner of my eye I kept watching Marcia and her guy on the sofa across the room from us. He didn't seem to mind how Marcia let him know what she wanted by taking it in her own hands. She was sitting there with her skirt hiked up so high that I could see the top of her garters and the milky-white flesh of her thighs where her stocking ended. She spread them pretty wide and even drunk I was shocked to see that she wasn't wearing any panties. I could see soft brown hair which had to be where her snatch began.
Now I'm no lesbian, but the sight of her fucking white skin and that light brown hairy snatch made me mad as hell, and turned-on. I could never be white, but I could be as sexy as she could. I sat back on my seat and crossed my legs so my skirt would move up. My thighs were now on display for all of them. They're plump and dark, and I've learned since then that a man digs something he can grab on to.
Marcia was now watching me, and she had a gleam in her eye that I didn't understand. She excused herself from her boyfriend and took me by the hand to the bedroom, looking back over her shoulder as we went.
"Excuse us for a couple of minutes, boys. Carmen and I have to have some time out for a girl-type conference, okay?"
I didn't have any idea what she wanted to talk about. She must have seen by this time that I was willing to play as much as they were. Well, I wasn't going to put up with any coaching or lectures from her.
We went into the room and she locked the door behind us. Then she turned to me and smiled.
"I just thought you and I might get in a little warm-up before we go in for the hard stuff out there. Do you know what I mean?"
I didn't but I was willing to die before I let her know. I nodded, not wanting to let my tension show in my speech. She led me by the hand over to the bed and we both lay down facing each other.
"Whenever I have another girl in the house I like to have a little sort of warm-up exercise. It makes us both nice and relaxed, and then we can handle the boys better. Now just lie back and close your eyes. I'll show you what it's all about, and then you can do the same thing for me. It's painless, ha-ha-, and I guarantee to please."
What the hell, I figured to myself. This was my night for new experiences, so I might as well experience. I knew now that she had some lesbian-type stuff in mind, and I really couldn't see any harm in it. I wanted her to think I was as much a swinger as she was, and if this would help her to think so, then why not?
She moved down with her head facing towards my feet and started pulling off my panties and garter. I was frozen. I imagined she must want me to do the same thing to her, but somehow I just couldn't bring myself to make a move. My body was tensed from head to toe, and Marcia knew it.
"Cool it, Carmen. You don't have to do anything for me until you're ready. Just lay back there and let me relax you a little."
Now she had one hand holding on to each of my thighs and was spreading them apart. She was going to eat me! Who would have ever thought. Now I was thinking and fear mixed with pleasure was turning me on in spite of myself. She started licking the inside of my thighs, first one and then the other. It was easy to see she was an old pro at this. So swingers also swing with girls. That would be good to know for the future if this thing with the soldier didn't work out. Girls were safer anyhow.
Her tongue was working its way up towards my pussy and everywhere it traveled it left shivers of goose bumps behind. She started running her tongue up and down my love slit and that did it for me. I knew what would happen next and I wanted it ... oh, how I wanted it! I arched my ass up to push my pussy into her face and gripped the sides of the bed.
"You've got the idea now, Carmen," she mumbled into my pussy and with her hand spread my pussy lips to expose my clit. This she encircled with her tongue, and while she was sending me out of my head, chomping on my clit, she started to finger fuck me with one, then two fingers. She couldn't get them in too much, being as I was a virgin and all, but still they certainly did have their effect on me.
"Oh, suck it Marcia, suck it. Put your tongue in there. This is wild!"
Marcia was very obliging and darted her tongue into my love-hole. She was giving me a wild tongue bath down there and I felt myself getting sort of wet inside, a very terrific feeling it was. Now was the right time for Marcia to make her move.
"Okay, Carmen, now do the same for me."
She didn't have to ask me twice. I was so turned-on that I was anxious now to reciprocate. I moved myself down to the sixty-nine position and pulled down her underwear. I went straight to her pussy and started eating her out just as she was doing to me. She was already wet. Later I found out that Marcia was a little butch anyway. She dug eating girls almost as much as she liked fucking.
I myself was surprised that this whole little scene wasn't making me sick ... no, I was really enjoying it. The taste of her pussy was turning me on more than ever. As she sucked on me more furiously I did the same for her. I was working on her clit and she was moaning and sighing. I didn't have any trouble getting a couple of fingers into her pussy, and I worked them in and out as I imagined a cock would.
She seemed to be delirious with it all. I must confess that I was thrilled to within an inch of my life. I felt a strange, sort of a hot chill going all through me as her tongue fucked my pussy. Every time it touched my clit, new spasms of pleasure shot through me. I got a little scared, feeling that I was losing control. I was almost ashamed that a girl could turn me on like this, but I loved it, I really did. I know I should have made the most of every minute of it, something which I always did after that whenever I got together with a girl, but right then I was embarrassed to show a girl could do it to me.
But it wasn't that way with Marcia. Fortunately I had her going so good that she stopped eating me, as she was getting pretty far out on the way I was eating her.
"Oh, Carmen, don't you dare stop eating me. I'm going to come any second. Oh Carmen, lick my clit. Jam me full with your fingers. Oh, Carmen, do it ... hurry. I need to come right now.
Wow! I licked her clit as fast as I could and jammed three fingers in and out of her pussy at the same time. She was moaning and muttering things I didn't understand. Even though she had stopped eating me I was still turned on enough by that whole scene to keep on going.
Every sound she made, every shiver I felt go through her body made me work on her all the harder.
"That's it, here I come."
Hearing those words made me move back for just an instant, and I saw this load of love-juice come pouring out of her pussy. Her whole body was shaking, and I had done it. Now I was sorry she had stopped doing it to me. But I reasoned that if girls could do such great things for each other, then imagine what a wild trip a guy could take you on.
We both lay there quietly for a minute or so, then Marcia was cool again.
"Now we just wipe ourselves off and go outside like nothing at all happened in here, you understand? Guys just don't dig this sort of scene between girls. They don't do it to each other. It will just be our secret, okay?"
I was able to walk out there calmly enough, but we were both very flushed and couldn't hide that. Marcia was quick with the answers.
"Oh, Carmen and I were telling each other some dirty stories, and we're both ready for some swinging affection, right Carmen."
I shot a look at the soldier's crotch and held it there, wetting my lips sort of in anticipation. That soldier didn't miss my signal and pulled off his tie and loosened his shirt. His eyes didn't leave my legs for a minute. One thing I did have over Marcia, I had great big tits. When he bent down across me to pick up his drink, I moved forward so he couldn't help feeling the nipples of my big boobs press into his shoulder. He had to get the message now, and the way he gulped down that booze, he got it loud and clear!
Marcia was watching us all this time and she took her boy-friend by the hand and led him into the bedroom. It wasn't a contest any more. She was satisfied that the soldier was going to knock off a piece so either way she won. I got laid, good for her and her boy-friend ... If I didn't she could have the whole office laughing in my face in the morning.
What the hell! I figured she was doing me a favor. I wouldn't have had the guts to go out and find a man on my own to fuck, and I was very tired of being a pure little virgin. Sex was getting to me ... I wanted to live. To be fucked by a man and to feel his body in mine! I wanted to be a whole woman ... to hear a man groaning his need to have me and to feel his cock shudder deep inside me as I brought him to orgasm! That was what it had to be like ... to be a whole woman.
With this happy thought in mind I turned to the business at hand. Soldier-boy was only waiting for us to be alone and he turned to me as soon as he heard the bedroom door-lock click shut.
"Carmen, your body really turns me on. Man, do I ever dig that sweet brown skin of yours. You know, you've got a body that just has to be laid to be appreciated. Let me see some more. I'm just aching to get my hands all over those big beautiful tits of yours. C'mon."
His hands were feverish as he helped me out of my sweater, and without waiting for me to wriggle out of my bra he bent his head to my tits. None of my bras fit me too well, so there was plenty of tit above the cotton for him to get to. His hot tongue licked and took little sucking bites first out of one tit and then the other, but he couldn't seem to get enough.
Impatiently he pulled them out of the bra, and pushed the straps off my shoulders. Heaving a heavy sigh, he grabbed one in each hand and mauled them furiously. That was all I needed to get me hot. I wanted to be fucked so badly ... I wanted this guy and I wanted him to rape me
... take me ... do every wild sex-thing I had ever heard of to me. I wanted to be alive ... to be fucked until I came alive!
I put one hand under my heavy tit and forced more of it into his mouth.
"Suck on it, baby. Suck on my tit. Let me feel your mouth roaming all over my hot body." I was someone else. A hot horny turned-on bitch, into the sex scene like I was born to it.
"Suck me, suck my tits," I whispered in his ear and he went at it, grinding teeth around my nipples, biting the skin, washing my tits all over with his wet tongue. My nipples tingled and then became hard from his sucking. I grabbed him by the neck and held him there. It felt so good. For the very first time I felt wet down in my crotch. My pussy was starting to ache. My whole body was starting to ache for the need of having him all over me.
"I want more of you. Fuck me. Fuck me. I want your cock in me." On and on I kept repeating those lines, pulling on his clothes, urging him to let me feel his body.
"Hey, cool it, baby. Just hang on. I'll get out of these things and we'll do it right. Okay, okay, just give me a minute." As soon as he stood up to undress, I got up too and took off my bra, then my skirt, panties and garters. I was so proud of myself.
When he next looked up I was standing before him stark naked, holding up my huge breasts for him to admire. He spotted me as he dropped his shorts and his cock shot up big and hard at the sight. There it was, sticking out in front of him, darker than the rest of his light-skinned body. He was seven or eight inches, not the biggest I've had since then, but right then it seemed like it was a yard-stick long. He's kind of proud of it, like he'd been around a lot and thought he was a sharp stud.
"See what I've got for you, baby," I said to him, turning around and wriggling my ass as I posed for him.
"Well, see what I've got for You," he answered me and took his cock in hand, pointing it at me, as he grabbed his balls proudly.
"This is my joy-stick. Absolutely guaranteed to send you out of this world for the fucking it gives. Absolutely guaranteed to screw you till you scream for mercy, or your cream happily refunded."
I just had to laugh. That cock of his looked so good to me that I wanted to grab it and hold on real hard, but his speech made me relax just enough to keep my cool. I wanted him to come and get me. I couldn't stop staring at his "joy-stick". It looked like a pretty mean weapon and I expected it to hurt a lot. Fear took over my lust for just a minute, but he brought me out of it real fast.
"How'd you like a handful of some genuine Cincinnati kosher beef?" He was sort of jerking himself off. Rubbing his hand back and forth lightly over his cock. Guess he was so proud of being a man that he took care of it himself. And damned if that thing wasn't growing right in front of me. He pressed up close to my body and I could feel his cock hard against my belly, his hand still jerking it as he, grabbed my tit again with the other.
"I did enough jerking off on duty to last me a few years. How's about you taking over for me." He took my hand and put it on his cock. I wouldn't have known what to do, but I saw how he did it and didn't want him to find out this was my first time or he might not do it to me.
"Give me that cock of yours and let me do it for you." I grabbed on to it hard and started working my hand on it fast and furious. My mouth went hungrily to his, and then I stopped planning and started making love. His hungry tongue darted into my mouth and searched it as he explored every inch of my body with his hands. I worked at his cock faster and faster. My eyes were closed, and my tongue answered his, working its way into his mouth.
"You're a fuckin' hot bitch. You're really wild." Then his hand was on my pussy squeezing it and tracing the slit that led to my box. First one finger found my clit and rubbed it around, sending shock waves of delight through my body. And then he probed inside.
"What the hell," he muttered, and stood back from me. "Are you a virgin? A real virgin? You have to be kidding. You come on like some kind of nympho and all the time you've never had it. Well, this is one on me."
He turned around and looked for his drink, and I knew that if I didn't do something real soon I would lose my chance. His cock was soft and hanging. It looked as disgusted as his expression did. He was still mumbling, "they stuck me with a virgin," as he poured a big slug of scotch into his glass.
I walked up behind him and pressed my pussy tightly to his ass as I reached around in front of him and began fondling his cock. It responded to my touch pretty quickly. He wanted me all right, he just didn't want to be the one who broke me.
"Please, I want you to make love to me. I want you to be the first. No one has ever turned me on like this enough to want to get laid. You're the one who's making me hot for you. You won't be sorry. I want your cock, I want you to fuck me." My hands were working all the while, one squeezing his balls, one jerking his cock. He took a big swallow of his drink and turned to me.
"Okay, baby. If that's what you want. But I'm not promising to be gentle and to ever see you again after this. None of that romantic trash. You want to be fucked and I want to fuck you, that's the deal. Your hot body has really turned me on, and that's the only reason I'm doing this. If you can act this sexy being a virgin and all, I can't wait to find out what you're like after I get into you.
"Lay down on the couch and spread your legs. Kind of play with yourself like I was doing so you'll be wet and I can get into you." He stood there rubbing his cock to get it hard again and then went into the bathroom and came out with a jar of vaseline.
I made myself busy, fingering my pussy and rubbing the clit. The same thing happened to me. I was instantly hot again. Fingering my clit into a lather was making me wet again all right. It was also making me so damn hot that if he didn't get back soon I was going to come before he ever had a go at me. I was into it now and threw my legs out wider so I could do a good job on myself. If nothing else worked I had at least learned how to please myself, I thought.
The look of pleasure must have shown on my face because he smiled as he came back to me.
"I see you've been keeping yourself busy, huh? Sure you still want me to fuck you or should I wait until you come?"
I thought he was kidding, but he wasn't.
"No, go ahead. I want to watch your face as you have your first orgasm. I'll bet you never even played with yourself before. Go ahead and put on a show for me."
I resented what he was asking me to do. Maybe he was making fun of me. But then that hunger took me over. I was so close to orgasm, and I was dying to feel it happen to me. I couldn't keep my hand away for very long. I could feel that hot wetness deep inside me, wanting to explode. My body was aching for orgasm. I had to make it happen.
Moving back up along the inside of my thighs, I could feel goose-bumps popping up, sending chills through me wherever my fingers touched my hot body. I closed my mind to his being in the room, the only way I could carry it off.
"I don't need anybody. I can satisfy myself," I kept thinking as I ran my hands up toward my pussy. "I'm going to fuck myself."
I tried to work a finger inside my hole, but I could just barely get it in. "No, that's going to turn me off. Hell take care of that later," I thought. Instead I worked two fingers over my clit rubbing it back and forth and feeling it grow again. Soon it was stiff and throbbing.
I was almost afraid to go too fast, not knowing what would happen, so I worked at it slow and steady. My body was writhing to the pleasure I was giving myself, and the soldier was beating his meat sitting on the floor in front of me. I thought he was going to make himself come too, but he stopped every few minutes so he wouldn't come. He was just easing himself while he watched me.
Okay, so I'd put on a good show for him and then he'd fuck me.
He'd get a good show for his money all right. I worked fingers to my clit really hard as my body twisted and writhed in sexual heaven. It was sending hot shocks through my spine, making my head all cottony and every nerve in my body dance. Faster and faster I worked my clit. No one was there, no one, just me and my clit and fingers. From deep inside me I felt my cream well up and spill, and my body heaved as it gushed out over my thighs.
"Diablo," I shouted to the world. I had made it. The most exciting, delirious, delicious feeling that a body could ever feel. I had had an orgasm.
The soldier was laughing his head off.
"You god damn cock-sucker," I yelled at him, sitting bolt upright. But he wasn't laughing at me. He was happy for me ... and for himself. "Now your pump is primed, sugar. Now your pussy is going to be ready for my joy-stick, and it won't mind a little pain, no it won't mind at all."
He was still fisting his cock. Guess he was keeping his own "pump primed," too. He was right, I hadn't cooled down at all. I was hotter than ever and my pussy wanted his cock on the inside.
"Just keep them spread, baby. I'm coming in there. You are going to be fucked, F-U-C-K, fucked." He was roaring drunk and kept talking all the while. I made myself drunk, too, with my mind. You know, I was trying to start horny and not think of the pain I'd been taught to fear all my life.
He guided it to the start of my pussy. I was spread wide and the outer lips were also spread. My clit was still hard and he rubbed it to get me going again. An instant shock of pleasure went through me and I grabbed on to his shoulders, pulling him to my body.
"Nothing the easy way, huh, baby. Okay, let's get to it." He guided the head of his cock just inside my pussy and ground his body into me a little at a time. I could feel the head of his cock trying to push its way into me, tearing at my cherry. He tried to take it slow, pushing just a little more with each thrust, but he was just too horny to be patient.
"Sorry, baby, but my cock has just got to go to it." He pulled his whole body up in the air over me, then whispered, "Hang on." With one quick jab he pushed hard into me and tore through my cherry. It felt like he was tearing a hole right through my whole body. It hurt, but not at all like I was afraid of. It hurt but it felt just out of this world also.
He was in me. Hot great big cock was pounding into me. Pounding into my pussy. Filling it with hot meat. Jamming my pussy with a never-ending rod. So long and so big, it went deeper and deeper with each thrust, and I could feel its heat all the way up into my belly.
"Fuck me, FUCK ME," I screeched at him, digging my long nails into his back and working my body back against his as he worked his cock inside me. We were dancing with our bodies, and I worked to his every motion. Every time he tried to pull a little out of me, I pushed my body up against his, not wanting to let an inch of it out of my body.
My pussy was starving for hot cock, aching for hot cock. "Faster, harder, faster, harder," I screamed at him, grinding away with his cock inside of me. His huge cock deep inside me, jammed into me like it could choke me and I wanted more. Right then I felt like I could take on every stud in the city, and then go hunting for more.
"Okay, baby, here I come. Make it with me ... make it..." he started to say again, but he never had the chance. His whole body heaved as his cock shot hot cream into my pussy, and in one second I creamed too. It was the beautiful, final pleasure, feeling his cream hot inside my body.
I feel like I had never before felt anything in my life. I didn't hurt, I wasn't even tired. I was on top of the world. I had been fucked. I had moved a man to orgasm and I had had two of my own. I was a woman, as much of a woman as any of them. They were right, of course. Sex was wild, and it did feel great. But they were not any better than I was, I could do wild things to a man as well as any of them could.
I was so pleased with myself that I wanted to run over and pound on the bedroom door.
"Hey, Marcia. I made it. We fucked, Marcia. I had hot cock rammed into me and I loved it."
I wanted to shout all that at her, but when I looked at the sofa, I realized that I didn't have to tell her anything. When she saw the couch in the morning she would know it. There was blood and goop from our bodies all over the upholstery. So I had the last laugh on her. Until she could get it all clean, or buy slipcovers, Marcia would see how I got fucked every time she walked into the room.
I was still hot and I wanted all the cock he would give me. So when he asked me if I wanted to go home, I told him no.
"Listen, I want to fuck some more. Come here and let's do it again." I didn't know anything at all about men, and figured he could just jump on me and get going again.
"You see, baby, a guy has to give his joy-stick a little rest in-between rounds. You know, get the gun loaded with ammunition, that kind of thing. But I'll tell you what. You come over here and I'll teach you a little trick that gets a guy loaded up faster, ready for action again."
Everything had been going so great until then and if there were more ways to get sex thrills, I wanted to know all about them. Besides, if I could get his cock ready for action again, we could fuck some more and I was aching for another orgasm. There I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed raring to fuck again, and ready for anything he could dream up.
"Okay, teacher, I'm ready, willing and very able to take on anything you can teach me. Just tell me how to get your joy-stick going again and let me at it."
I came across to where he was sitting and sat cross-legged in front of him on the floor. Right then he was the masterful male teacher, and I was the adoring female pupil. That's the way I had been told it would be like, but who ever thought I would take the role on for sex?
As I sat there before him he leaned back in his seat and spread his legs out wide. This position gave me a terrific bird's eye view of his cock and balls. They looked like sleeping birds nestled in his crotch, but I knew that with just the right touch I could wake them to be that pussy-jamming gun of his again.
"Here it is, sugar. You are about to make mouth-love to my cock. Out here they call it a blow-job. Now I can tell you that there is no man alive that doesn't go out of his head to have his cock sucked by a sexy broad. Let me tell you, that mouth of yours with those big soft lips is just made for cock-sucking.
"Now move up closer between my legs. Take my cock in one hand and my balls in the other. That's it. (His cock started to grow a little just to my touch.) Open your mouth and put the head of my cock in then close your lips over it. A-h-h-h, that's beautiful. But watch those teeth. We wouldn't want to bite off any of it. (Now it was really growing and the sensation of his cock growing in my mouth was unbelievable.) Slowly move your mouth up and down on it, just li you would want it moving inside your pussy. Oh, God, (he was sort of moaning), now that is beautiful."
From there on in I was on my own. I made up a rhythm in my head and went at it, squeezing his balls together in my hand as I massaged his cock at the bottom, going up and down on it from the top with my mouth. I was kind of dry, but I worked up some spit to make the going a little smoother.
My wet mouth working on his tool was really sending him. It sounded like he was moaning and talking to himself all at the same time. Make it just like he was fucking me he said, and that is exactly what I did. I started off real slow, going down just a little at a time, then I got to really liking it and picked up my speed. Each time I went down a little further, listening to him saying, "Take more, suck it" in a hoarse whisper.
I took a deep breath and went down on his cock until I tasted hair in my mouth. The head of his cock was rammed so far down my throat that I could feel it pushing against my tonsils. The taste of all that hot cock in my mouth, feeling it pulsing against my throat send my head reeling and I forgot where I was. All I could think about was going down on that delicious cock . ... licking it, sucking the cream out of it ... swallowing him alive.
Faster and faster I worked on his cock, my lips making like a pussy, taking his cock in and out, swallowing the whole length of it. Man, I was sucking and slurping that thing like all hell. I just couldn't get enough of that hot cock in my mouth. He was really groaning.
"Beautiful, baby, beautiful. Eat that cock. You are really great. That's it. A-h-h--. Oh ... wild baby. I'm gonna come. Suck it hard. I'm coming ... I'm coming."
His thick, hot cream gushed down my throat as I went all the way down on his cock as I felt his body quaking with orgasm. He was coming in my mouth. I had made him out of his head like that and I swallowed his whole load, like it was dessert for being a good girl. Then he just lay his head back on the chair. He looked like he was sleeping or unconscious.
The whole thing had made me feel pretty proud of myself, but only for a minute. Now I would have to get him going again so he could fuck me. I had given him what he wanted, but he had tricked me. He had his orgasms, but I didn't get anything. Now I was getting mad.
"You cheated me, you son of a bitch. You came and I still didn't get my second fucking. You know what, you owe me an orgasm. What are you going to do about it?"
Well, Doc, that guy just sat there and laughed and laughed. I just couldn't imagine I could get his cock hard a third time. He must have been getting pretty tired out. I felt cheated and I lifted a hand to slap him.
"Now wait just a minute, honey. I am going to fix you up. hi fact, I am going to make you come twice in a row, one after the other. And to top that, I will not even have to get my cock hard to do it. Making love by mouth works two ways you know. I don't ordinarily do this with every broad I fuck, but I know you're clean since I'm the only guy that's ever gotten into you. Go into the bathroom and wash up, inside and out, then I'll show you what is meant by eating a girl out."
Sounded awfully good to me, so I ran into the john and washed first with soap and hot water, then cold. I found some toilet-water and splashed it all over my body. It never mattered before if I smelled good, especially between my legs, but now it was the most important thing in the world. This guy was actually going to go down on me. My pussy, used before only for pissing and putting on the rag, was actually going to be kissed and who knows what else, this time by a man. Just imagining what it was going to be like made me feel like I was going to cream all over again.
I ran back to him and found him standing in front of the same chair. So it was my turn to sit and be pampered. Fine with me. This time I sat down and spread my legs out wide. He knelt down between my legs and looked up at me with this big grin on his face.
"Now you just hang on to the sides of that chair, baby. I am going to send you into orbit."
He put one hand on each of my thighs and spread them even farther. Soon he was kissing the inside of my thighs and working his way up to my pussy. His tongue darted out and licked up and down the length of my love-slit. Chills were going all through me and I spread my legs even more and pushed my pussy up into his face.
That slithery tongue of his was working like a cock now, darting in and out of the slit of my pussy, then probing deep into the hole ... it was a small wet cock, soft and squirmy, tickling my pussy inside where it counted, making me tingle and sweat with pleasure. I was back on the heights again and minutes I felt stars popping in my head as my cream gushed out. My body was still shaking, my heart trying to go back to a normal beat when his tongue was-at it again, this time working on my clit.
An instant shock of pleasure shot through me as his tongue probed into my clit and found the little button inside it. I gasped out my delight and it must have reached him because he was working away at my clit like he was eating dinner. He was sucking on it again. My pussy was one big electric shock-wave, sending messages of ecstasy all through my body. Was I dreaming this or could anything feel this great?
"Oh, eat me! More ... more ... oh, this is it. I can't stand it. Stop, please stop ... no, eat me ... suck my pussy ... oh ... oh!"
I was writhing and throwing myself all over the place. He had to hold me down with all his might as his tongue fucked my pussy right into orbit, just as the man had promised. The pleasure was so intense that I tried to get away from it. But as soon as I moved away just a fraction I had to push my pussy back into his face for more.
I was insane with this pleasure. My body was hot and sweat was pouring out all over me. I thought he was trying to get his head in there, he was pushing his face into my crotch so hard. The stubble from his beard rubbing against the inside of my pussy-lips was the final pleasure shock. My clit just couldn't take any more.
I felt my orgasm coming and tried to hold back to hang onto this beautiful feeling, but I couldn't do it. Another orgasm, bigger than the first flowed out of me, dripping onto his face.
Afterwards he sat back and admired his work. I was too exhausted from my double-play to move from that spot. All I wanted to do was just lay back in that chair with my legs spread like that and enjoy every second of the warm pleasure that was bathing me. There was still a little of that tingle left as every muscle in my body relaxed, drained of all its tension. I felt beautiful, feminine and important.
"Well, honey it is now 3:00 AM in the morning. I don't know about you, but I sure have worked up a powerful appetite. You go in that kitchen and fix us some bacon, eggs and toast. Then I am going to catch a couple hours shut-eye, and tell you what. If you are real good and fix some good chow, then let me sleep for awhile, I will reward you with a good fucking in the morning."
So I was stuck for the night. But I was different now. Being home in my own bed, praying in the morning, that was all behind me now. Sex was the way I lived and breathed from now on. I would do anything, go anywhere, just to have it. Back in the kitchen I cooked up a breakfast fit for a prince. Anybody that had a cock attached to it was royalty as far as I was concerned, and I aimed to get that fucking-reward in the morning. I put up a pot of coffee, then brought the food in to him. I heard the shower running. So he was clean to boot. After I put the food on the coffee-table, I went into the bathroom after him and sat down on the toilet watching him as he washed.
"Can I do that for you? I mean wash your cock and your ass. I'd like to take care of you like that. You deserve it."
I took his wash-cloth from him and then leaned over the tub, soaping his cock and balls in loving, gentle motion. I worked my way back between his legs and found the crack of his ass, then his ass-hole. I couldn't resist, wrapping the cloth around my fingers and pushing it into his tight little hole. And to my surprise he liked it. This little bit of information I stored away in my mind to use for the next time. It might come in handy for getting a guy hard when I wanted him.
Here I was spending the night fucking with a guy I had just met for the first time and already I was planning my next lay. Common sense told me there was no future with this guy. His kind was the fuck-and-run-type, but still he had given me my kicks, too, so it was worth it.
And the session wasn't over yet. I might get one or two more good screwings out of him if I played my cards right. He rinsed himself off under the hot spray and as he leaned over to pick up the soap I took his ass in my hands and kissed it. I would have liked him to fuck me right there in the bathroom, but every man has his limit, I quickly found out. This time he was annoyed.
"Can't you lay off for awhile. I told you I got to have me some rest. Now don't be a pest. Just stay quiet for a little while and then we'll fuck some more. Okay? Why don't you hop in the shower and wash yourself off. I don't want you sleeping next to me all sweaty and smelly."
He turned around without another word and walked out, leaving me on my knees by the side of the tub. So when a man has had enough he gets disgusted. Another valuable bit of information. A shower certainly would help to get my body back to normal.
I turned the faucets on both full-blast and spray hit my skin needle-hard. Unbelievable, but I was still horny. Absentmindedly I was soaping myself, thinking back to how I had made myself come with a finger-fucking and there I was again with my hand at my pussy.
It responded to my touch, still hungry. My body wanted more, and it couldn't wait until morning. Furiously I rammed 3 fingers up into my hole. They all fit now. I was wide open for every kind of fucking that could be thrown at me. My thumb rubbed up and down from my clit to my love-slit and I worked fingers in an out like a cock.
No time to waste. It was sore, but aching for more pleasure and I gave it to myself, there in the shower with hot water running all over me. Before long my love-juice was running down the drain with the soapy water, and I felt a little relief.
Calmer now I wiped myself off and went into the room. He had fixed a place for us to sleep on the floor with some pillows and an afghan. He was already snoring, fast asleep and naked on the floor. Looking down on his cock as he slept, it was hard to believe that anything that white and mushy could do such a wild job in a woman's pussy. If that was magic, then I was certainly a believer.
I lay down beside him and tried to sleep, but I couldn't. The closeness of his body, still warm from the passion we had shared was too much for me. Hours dragged on forever, and finally he opened his eyes and I was ready for another round.
Sleep still had him. He seemed to be half-awake and turned on his side in my direction. His cock was almost hard. Maybe he was thinking about getting laid in his sleep. I didn't know yet that some men get hard-ons while they're sleeping. Whatever the reason, he looked just about ready for some more fucking, and that was sure what I wanted.
Cock-sucking would have to wake him up, and another taste of his "joy-stick" would get me started, too. I twisted my body around with my feet at his head and took the whole thing in my mouth in one big gulp. I couldn't see his face but I definitely felt his tongue as it moved into my pussy. He was awake and he was eating my pussy for breakfast. Working my mouth up and down his cock I counted the seconds, wanting to give him only just enough to get him horny and willing to fuck me.
His twisting and moaning gave me the clue I was looking for. I pulled my mouth off his organ and moved a little away from him, holding on to his hand.
"Fuck me now, please. I want to feel your cock ramming into my hole. C'mon and fuck me. Wouldn't want to waste that terrific hard-on, now would we?"
Maybe he was still a little groggy but he was too horny by now to refuse me.
"Sure, baby, sure. Nothing like some heavy screwing to start off the day with a bang! Ha-ha."
His laughter and crude joking told me he was fully awake now to do the job on me that my body was screaming for. Without any further playing he moved his body over mine and pushed his cock into me all the way. With his hands he lifted my legs and ass up in the air. Then he was able to push his cock into me even deeper.
That big, thick cock, rammed into the back of my body. I was filled to the hilt with hot cock. The hours and tension and wanting melted away as his cock screwed hot charges into me. He was pounding away at me, not waiting for the pleasure to build in me, not caring if I was ready or not. It felt like there was a train charging through me, and it was late on its schedule. Slap after hard slap hit my chest as his body landed on mine with sweaty thuds.
Slowly my own pleasure was building, but before I was really ready I felt his load make its way into my hole ... and it was over. So fast ... and I was still aching to come. He had left me hanging for an orgasm and he couldn't have cared less. He pulled out of me roughly and turned away for his clothes, talking to me without even looking back.
"Well, sister, the party's over. Time for me to get back to the base. It has been a ball. Didn't expect I would get anything like a hot-blooded virgin on this trip. Have to remember to thank my buddy when I write to him. You coming to the bus-stop with me? Then get your clothes on.
I'm in a hurry."
He hadn't even asked me if I wanted to see him again when he came into town. I rushed into my clothes, figuring that the walk with him would give him another chance to at least ask for my phone-number. But it didn't happen. All along those six blocks he didn't talk to me or look my way. There were just a few parting words as his bus pulled up.
"Thanks for the little party. Hope you learned a few tricks." The doors closed and he was gone. I never saw him again!
I just went back to my own place and sat in a hot bubble-bath for 2 hours, running more hot water in every time my body felt a little cooled down. I was trying to wash my sins away ... wash the great feeling of having been fucked that still ached inside my pussy. I didn't want to feel this good. Somehow, being away from the soldier made the whole thing seem dirty.
I made myself a resolution: that no matter how horny I ever got, no matter how appealing the men I might come across, I would never let another man fuck me. No gallons of hot water could wash away the delightful pleasure I felt and the memory of it, but how many men would it take to wipe away the memory of sin?
The next day was Monday and I went into the office with a fresh feeling of conviction, I would start off the week and the rest of my life convinced that no man would ever touch me again. I had even put on the crucifix I had stopped wearing months before.
Lunchtime came and there was no way to avoid seeing Marcia. She was sitting in the lounge when I got there. Much to my surprise this time she wasn't gossiping with the other girls. Her eyes were fixed on the doorway when I walked in.
"Hi, Carmen. I've been waiting for you. I wanted to tell you that it all started out as a game. But I want you to know that you're really better off this way. Maybe now you can get yourself a boy friend and treat him as he should be treated. Sex is fun and it's kicks, but it's also part of love. Next time maybe there'll be sex and love. You don't have to fuck every guy you go out with, you know. Only when it can pay off for you.'.
I realized that she was trying to be nice, but I felt like screaming at her:
"Don't you know what you've done to me, you bitch? You've turned on a faucet that can't be turned off. Now all I can think about is sex. Wait until the right guy, are you kidding? I can't wait until I can get my hands on any guy who's willing to fuck me."
All I could manage was a smile, and "that's okay, Marcia, I'm really not angry about anything," and then I turned away to read a magazine. Marcia wasn't satisfied with just that. She was trying to be my friend.
"Listen, Carmen. Next time I'll fix you up with a nice guy and the four of us will have some good times together. You had fun with us, didn't you?"
Well, why not, I thought to myself? She could keep me supplied with studs, and any time I was with one that didn't turn me on I could just pull the nice Catholic scene and get out of it. Marcia was certainly no one to talk about me. She had already had about six boy friends that year that I knew about. So I could get her in just as much trouble around the office as she could get me. like that Department-manager everyone was whispering about.
"Okay, Marcia. It does sound like fun. Maybe we'll really get to know each other and be good friends. Why don't you let me know the next time you want to go out together?" I was trying my best to make it all sound as casual as possible, but inside, in my gut, the promise of another round of fucking was eating away at my resolution. My conscience told me that I would not let the next guy get into me, but my pussy was twitching a different answer. It couldn't wait for the next time!
Marcia had promised something for the coming Friday night and that week dragged like no other ever had. I planned what I would wear and what I would say a thousand times. Over and over I changed my mind from putting him off at least until the second date to going down on his cock as soon as we were alone. I wanted to keep this guy coming back for more, but I didn't want him to think I was some kind of a sicky tramp. No use in planning I finally said to myself on Friday morning, I would just let it happen.
Marcia's Fred and his friend Billy met us in the bar downstairs in the building. I had already put on fresh makeup three times that day and combed my hair twice. I kept wondering if he would be able to tell that I wasn't a virgin. I certainly felt a lot different than when I did this same scene the week before. Crisscrossing wishes kept going through my mind. I wanted him to know he could make me ... No, I wanted him to think that I couldn't be had. But if I played the prim and proper act I would go home that night with that ache in my pussy still aching for cock.
For about ten minutes and two drinks I played it like a lady, but this guy had charm and a nice sense of humor. He got through my guard and without even thinking about it I was letting him know that I dug him. I sat as close to him as I could, and pressed some part of my body against him at every opportunity. A hand rubbing up and down my leg under the table told me that he understood I wanted him.
Images of fucking this guy like I had done the other night swam in my head, and suddenly I didn't want dinner, I didn't want to sit in this bar another minute. I wanted to go somewhere dark right that minute and fuck this guy until I was too sore to go on. I was hooked on sex, there was no doubt about it. Fucking was not a casual pleasure with me. Overnight it had become an absolute necessity. No matter what he thought of me, I had to have his body as soon as possible.
"Billy, I really dig you. Would you like to come back with me to my place so we can be alone. I'm sure Marcia and Fred can get along by themselves."
"Why not? You're not bad yourself. Sitting here making small talk is getting to be a drag anyway."
My heart was fluttering, I was so surprised that I had carried it off and he was actually going back to my place with me. He would have to carry the ball from there because that had taken my last bit of courage. Conscience kept popping up in my thoughts, but the closeness of his body kept blanking it out. No matter what happened to me later, I had to get fucked by this guy.
Some thought that this might happen must have crossed my mind because I had cleaned the whole place and put my best linens on the bed. The furniture was a little shabby, but if all went well, he wouldn't even notice.
I never read those books where the girls say, "Excuse me while I slip into something more comfortable." And besides, I didn't even own any of those filmy things they walk out in in the movies. I had some beer in the house, but no hard liquor. It would just have to do.
Lucky for me, this guy knew his way to making a girl in her own apartment, because I drew a blank when I tried to think of what to do next. He seemed to know it and picked up the ball.
"How's about fixing me a drink, Carmen? What I would like to do now is take off my jacket and shoes, and just relax in the nice, soft arm chair over there. Let's see how good a hostess you are."
I was the lousiest hostess in the world. I didn't even know enough to pour the beer into a glass. My father and his pals always used to drink straight from the can. Being in the kitchen gave me a chance to build up some courage and I brought the can of beer out to him, thinking with every step, "I've got to do it so I can get laid."
He had already made himself comfortable, leaving his shoes and jacket on a chair in the corner, and lounging lazily in my biggest arm-chair. His eyes gave me a thorough going-over as I walked back into the room. Even I could understand that he was sizing up the action. Instinctively I threw out my tits and strutted over to him wriggling my hips all the way over.
"Mighty nice, Carmen, mighty nice. You certainly do have one hot body. C'mon over and sit on my lap. Let's get cozy."
My heart skipped a beat. That's what I had been waiting to hear. He was going to put the make on me, so I wouldn't have to beg for it. I walked over to him as coolly as I could manage. Nervously I wet my lips with my tongue, and his eyes caught it. He sort of smiled knowingly to himself. He knew I was hungry for sex.
A driving hunger to feel his body next to mine overcame me, and I sat down on his lap and put my arms around him. Instead of some cute double-meaning words I bent to kiss him and thrust my tongue deep into his mouth. The meaning of the searing soul-kiss I gave him had to say so much more than any stupid words could.
His tongue found mine and his arms around my back told me he was willing. Somehow the roles had changed and I felt I was playing the part of the seducer. Still, it didn't matter. All that mattered was getting him to fuck me. Sex, any kind of sex was what I was living for. Until I could feel the thrill of orgasm once more, my body was not alive.
I would my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in his thick, curly hair. We kissed long and deeply. His hands found their way to my tits and he pinched the nipples encased in their bra-cups. Something like pain, but much, much nicer tingled through my whole chest, and I had to be free of those clothes or suffocate.
I didn't even give him a chance to fool with my clothes, pulling my sweater and bra off right on the spot. Quickly my hands were groping for his pants-fly, and then pulling on the zipper. He seemed a bit startled, but very happy!
"You really are a hot kid, aren't you. Well, this is just fine with me. No sense fooling around with the kid stuff, right."
He gave me another long, mouth-searching kiss, then pulled off his turtle-neck and opened his pants. The pouch of his shorts was already filled with throbbing, hot cock, just waiting to get out of there. I cupped my hand over it, and it quivered to my touch. Somehow I found the opening to his shorts and pulled out his rod.
It was hard as a rock. Throaty animal sounds were coming out all by themselves. I don't know which one of us sounded more sensual. It felt so good in my hand, and I stroked it ever so lovingly. I forced my mouth away from his.
"Please let me show you how much I dig you. I want to show you that I can appreciate what a man is."
Softly I fell to my knees, in the position of male-worship that is as old as time itself. From down there I reverently removed his pants and shorts, then folded them lovingly and put them aside. My eyes were bright and shining as I admired that proud hard cock sticking up in the air from where he sat. I was overwhelmed by the power that I saw there between his legs.
I had to show my reverence for the male organ on my knees and worship it with my mouth. How strange that there was not a bit of uneasiness in me, that I could go straight to it. From my lowly position on the floor, I felt truly humble.
Even his bare feet were holy and I kissed every one of his ten toes, holding his feet to my face and caressing them. Every inch of his legs had to be caressed like that and my mouth made a pilgrimage of kisses up to his crotch. The heat from his balls trailed up to my nose and hit me like some wild new drag. I buried my face down there and took it all in.
Some strange wild passion to suck on his balls hit me and I filled my mouth with them, pressing in until I could make out the silhouette of each ball in its sac with my teeth. He was whimpering like a little boy. Even with my limited experience I could tell that I had him going. Now my lips were planting wet tongue-kisses up and down the length, my fingers tracing the line of nerves that ran through it.
The head of it was so beautiful and glossy. I licked it, kissed it, sucked it ... just couldn't get enough of it. My mouth adored it, my tongue probing into the little hole that I knew would spew hot cream into me later. He was mumbling and moaning, holding my head down, making me take it all in. I wasn't going to fall for that trick again. I was determined to be laid first and play later. I forced my head back from his cock and looked up at him adoringly.
"You're turned me on so much, Billy. I'm so hot for you that I can't stand it another minute. Give me your cock."
I laid down on my back right where I was and spread my legs out, and up in the fucking position. He had a bird's eye view of my pussy, and if that wasn't enough, I spread the lips of it so he could see how wet I was. A sort of sweat broke out on his face as he stared down at me.
"I just can't believe you're real. Let me at that hot cunt of yours." He came down on top of me and his hands began doing wild things to my pussy, squeezing my clit until I screamed out for the pain and the pure pleasure of it. His fingers traced their way down to my love-slit and into my twitching hole. They thrilled me so that I sighed and cried out dirty words to him (in Spanish, words I'd never used before. I felt vulgar and wild, and it was the way I wanted to be.
"Take me, take my body and fuck the hell out of it," I pleaded with him. I guided the head of his cock to my love-doorway and took his face in my hands.
"I want you so badly. Give me your cock. Fuck me!"
In it went right up to my belly, his body slapping against me as he grabbed on to my hair. He rode me like a stud should. He was a little awkward at first, but once he got his fantastic cock-riding motion started, nothing could stop him.
His moans and groans sounded like music to me. My tongue worked its way into his ear and I washed it with love. I couldn't stop kissing his face and neck. He pulled back and I lifted my ass up to meet him as he plunged down into me with all his force. That rod pushing hard down into me drove me right up a tree, and I bit his neck with the wild pleasure of it.
We were moving together like our bodies were melted into one. I clung to him, and he to me like we would never stop this wild, fantastic fucking. I drifted with him in ecstasy, sort of dreaming. We were the only two people in the world who could fuck the way it should be done.
He wanted to make it last too, and he slowed down his pace a bit to keep from coming and making it all end. I worked my hands up around his back, digging in with my fingernails, encouraging him to keep going, to keep jamming that fabulous cock into me.
"Don't stop. Ram it into me. Harder. Harder," I was screaming to him, and if he still couldn't understand me, I was hitting my own body hard against his, trying to take it all in.
I could feel his hands digging into my ass tightly as he worked. We were riding together in perfect motion to his every cock-thrust. His thrusts were getting more and more urgent and he slammed into me harder each time. Noises rumbled out from deep in his throat.
He seemed to be warning me, "I'm gonna come," and he pounded in to me harder than before. He had me so worked up that I was just about ready myself.
"We'll come together," I yelled back at him. "Now ... now ... now."
We made it. All his hot juice spouting into me like a jet-stream, meeting mine and mixing with it. We held on to each other and let it happen. I clung to his body, even though his cock was limp inside me. I just didn't want to let him go.
Then we lay together quietly and he whispered to me, "That was A-number I. You are one hell of a lay, baby. You sure know your stuff."
I couldn't think of anything to say, but I laughed to myself, "If he only knew that he was the second guy I'd ever fucked."
This time I knew enough to let a guy rest and we had three more rounds like that before the night was over. When we were through he was exhausted and I will admit that I was sore as hell, but I could have gone a couple of more times and he knew it. Getting dressed to leave, he noticed the hungry expression that was still in my eyes, and he seemed almost sympathetic.
"I've heard of super-sexy girls like you, but I never thought I'd come across one. You're really too much for one guy to handle. You had four orgasms tonight and you can still go for four more. Supposing I bring over a couple of my good buddies later on this week. Between the three of us we should be able to keep you satisfied ... at least for one night."
I couldn't find the right words to answer him. Conscience was at it again, telling me to act offended, but my greedy pussy couldn't wait to get at it. I had to find a compromise.
"I don't know, Billy. I mean, I dig the sex and all ... but really, three guys at the same time? What will all of you think of me?"
"Listen, there's nothing to worry about. I'll explain to them that you're a good kid and all. Just that you can't get enough sex. They'll understand."
A couple of days later he called me to tell me to stock up on beer because he and his buddies were coming over later that night. I shivered with anticipation and fear. Confused thoughts ran through my mind, but above it all, was that never-ending hunger for hot cock.
Billy arrived late that evening with two husky guys his own age. They were both ex-football players it turned out. They seemed to be poised for fucking as soon as they came in. Billy seemed changed. He wasn't nice and charming any more. His smile had turned to smugness and he seemed very arrogant in front of his buddies.
My first reaction was to run into the other room and hide, but I swallowed my fear, in favor of looking forward to three hot cocks, right there waiting for me. My eyes went naturally down to their crotches, trying to get a preview of what I would be feasting on later.
Billy didn't have any patience for the business of getting acquainted. "This is Jack and Tommy. Get undressed and let's get started."
Panic overtook me at his crude talk and I bolted past them into the bedroom. I had dressed as sexy as I could and been prepared, but now that it was about to happen, I was scared shit. I stood there, quaking against the door. Billy was mad and I heard him cursing to his friends.
"She's just got a little stage-fright, that's all. Don't worry. I'll fix that fuckin' bitch right up and then we'll all go to it." His pride was involved now and he wasn't going to leave after promising his friends some wild fucking.
The sound of his voice was really frightening me now, and I realized I was in for trouble if I didn't get in to them. I knew deep-down that I wanted to be fucked every which way by all of them, but something sick made me wait for him to drag me out for them.
"You open that door, you bitch. You are going to fuck us all until we can't come any more and you are going to love every bit of it."
I could just have opened the door and let them all in, but I wanted him to fight for my body.
"You god damn fuckin' bitch..." He pushed his way into the room and then slapped me across the face so hard that I fell back onto the bed. My protective instinct made me pull my knees up and wrap my arms around them.
"Don't you play your innocent games with me. I know what a hot bitch you are. You are going to fuck us all, do you hear me?" He was furious, still I wanted to provoke him more.
"Go to hell, Billy." I couldn't act so snotty looking straight at him, so I stared at the wall. I didn't see him unbuckling his belt and wrapping it around his hand. The other two guys were standing in the doorway watching the show. He looked back at them as he was rolling up his sleeves.
"She just needs a little obedience lesson, fellas. I know how to get my women to behave."
Now I was really scared, but I was frozen to the spot. He started whipping his belt across my stomach, and under my things. The sting of leather hurt like hell, but it was making me more and more furious with every lash.
"Go ahead and beat me, you bastard. I'm not going to crawl for your cock."
"You asked for it, you bitch." He lunged at me and tore off all my clothes, ripping my blouse and bra to shreds, pulling my skirt off by tearing it all the way down the seam. The excitement was getting to the boys. One of them whipped his cock out and was whacking it off.
Now leather was whipping all over my body. I tried to turn away from it. Welts were popping up over my breasts and my thighs. I turned my back to protect them and more cuts slashed across my ass. He could whip me until his arm fell off, I wasn't going to budge.
Finally he tried of hitting me. One of the other guys had a better idea. They pow-wowed among themselves and came up with a solution. Billy climbed up at the head of the bed, dangling his equipment over my mouth. He was naked now, and so were the others. He leaned over my head and pinned my arms down so I wouldn't fight while his buddy was heading his hard cock straight at my cunt. The third guy was complaining that he didn't have an opening and would someone figure something out for him.
There was nowhere for me to turn. Billy's balls were hitting against my face and he slapped me until I opened my mouth to take in his cock.
"Be my guest, Jack, shove it into her. He wasted no time spreading my legs and pointing his cock toward home. Now I was as anxious to get started as they were. The whole sick idea of being fucked by three boys at the same time turned me on so much that I lifted my body way up to show the third guy my ass-hole. I remembered the black girl's story of how great it was to get an ass-fucking and I wanted it. He moved over to the edge of the bed and spread the cheeks of my ass, jamming his finger in.
"She's nice and tight back here. Let's turn her over doggy-style and we'll all fuck her."
They didn't have to force me, I wanted it as much as they did. I got down on all fours on the bed and Billy jammed his cock into my mouth and held me still. The other two found their positions and sadistically timed it so that they would both ram into my other holes at the same time. Pain and pleasure ripped through me together and I bit down hard on the cock in my mouth ... receiving another slap for it.
Billy knew I was getting to dig this and made out like it was all a game.
"Okay, guys, now all together on the count of three, I-2-3 ... GET FUCKING." In unison they were ramming cock into every opening in my body. The cock being shoved hard up into my pussy moved my body up into the cock being shoved into my ass-hole. Every way I turned cock was being rammed into me.
I loved it! I twisted and gyrated to every cock-thrust rammed into me. I was floating on a sea of cock, penetrated every which way by steaming hot cocks. I hoped the night would never end, that I would have each one of them separately and together. One by one they shot their loads into me. Soon I was filled with their come-juice. I had orgasmed myself twice while all this was going on.
Afterwards they all sprawled out on my bed, smoking and drinking beer. Billy was twice as smug now.
"Well, Carmen, how does it feel to be fucked by the unholy three? Have you met your match or not?"
"Listen, you guys. I'm going to give you all a chance to rest one at a time, and then I'm going to take each one of you on until you all drop. We'll just see who's the best fucker of us all."
So after all their bragging and tough-guy acting, I had the best of it. When a guy shoots his load, he's had it, at least for a little while. I left them all laying there looking very tired indeed, while I showered and had myself a sandwich. Then I casually sauntered back in and sat myself down.
"Okay, which one of you tough he-men is ready to go at it again. Or are you all too tired out to give me a decent fucking?"
They were absolutely amazed. Mouths were agape and there were many questioning stares back and forth. The smug, self-satisfied looks were now looks of bewilderment. It was the funniest sight in the world.
"C'mon you guys, I'm getting tired of waiting around. I'm horny and I want to get laid. Now which of you is going to go first?"
Bragging-Billy, looking somewhat the worse for wear, struggled to his feet. This was still his show and he wanted to be the big man in front of his buddies. His cock didn't look like it was ready, but the spirit was willing.
"Take it in hand, baby. It will only take a minute to get it hard, and then we'll go at it. When I get through with you, you'll be too sore to do any more fucking tonight."
I was dying for more action, but as long as I was now in control of the scene, I played it cool and casual. I took his cock in both of my hands and slowly rubbed it up and down. One look at his face and I started jerking him off like they were clocking it with a stop-watch. He was dry, and I spit on both my hands to make it nice and slippery. First one hand and then the other rode up and down the length of his cock that was quickly growing to my touch ... maybe too quickly.
"Hey, slow down baby. You've got some wild hand-action there. I wouldn't want to waste all my great cream in a hand job."
I put on my best bored expression and answered him.
"Well, let's get to it. My pussy's hungry for hot cock, and I don't want to wait all night."
Casually I sauntered over to the bed and lay down, opening my legs so he could get a good view.
"Okay, little man, come and get it." Now his male-ego had been challenged and he jerked his cock off a couple of last times to assure himself that it was ready. He came at me like a soldier to war.
Violently he pushed my legs opened and forced his cock inside my pussy. Then the brutal assault began. I wasn't a woman any more. I was just a piece of meat with a hole in it.
He kept looking to his friends sitting on the sidelines as he worked his cock in and out of my pussy. He was trying to hurt me as much as he could, and to score as fast as his cock could make it. The hard friction of his cock ramming into me so soon after the other guy made me wild! I had to struggle to appear bored, but inside I was out of my head with sexual pleasure.
Still this was for show and I wanted to give the best performance they had ever seen. My body began a rolling motion of its own twisting and rolling to his motion, matching thrust for thrust. Now he was the one moaning and groaning.
"Oh, wild baby. You are fuckin' wild. Move that box, wow ... oh, wow!" And then, "I don't believe it, I'm gonna cream ... right ... NOW!" There it was his scum flowing into me, and he rolled off me like a corpse. On his way to the shower, he called over his shoulder to his friends, "She's all yours, you two. See if you can satisfy her. I've had it for the night."
Billy stayed out on the sofa fro the next few hours, too tired to even watch his pals having a go at me. Both of them had lost all their self-confidence and couldn't decide who would be next. They must have figured that the guy in last would make me come and win.
I was getting impatient with this game, and took one cock in each hand to get them going. I knew that I would not have an orgasm that night, at least not while they were still in the room. I just wanted to send them all way with their cocks hanging limp between their legs.
So I would never forget this night ... HA! It was sure a cinch that before this night was over, they would have something they would never forget.
Now I was bored for real.
"All right you guys, let's do the twosome bit and get this over with." I got down on all fours for them, but they wouldn't buy it. They were still trying to make me come, and figured I needed all the cock to pussy-action I could get for it to happen.
The first buddy climbed ,on to me and I must admit he made a mighty try. Too bad all the excitement got to him and he came in a couple of minutes. He was embarrassed in front of his friends, so I learned another valuable lesson: The longer a guy can fuck without coming, the bigger a man he's supposed to be.
The second guy had been playing with my tits while his friend was fucking me, and he was pretty worked up when his turn came. He wanted me to be a little more worked up, so he might get a better chance at me coming, so he spent a few minutes finger-fucking and clit-rubbing. It was pretty nice and it did get me going a little more ... but he never found out.
I cleared my head of any thought of orgasm as he mounted me and went at it. His was the biggest cock and it felt the best. He also had the best technique. This guy I could have dug alone, but here he was in on the contest so too bad. He was screwing into me like fury, working long and short strokes that were absolutely beautiful. I kept thinking of silly nursery-rhymes, so he couldn't make me come. Finally he gave up trying and stepped up his pace. In seconds his cream too was spilling inside me.
When it was over I smiled up at him and said, "Nice try. If I had a prize to give for effort, you would certainly get it. Too bad you couldn't make me come. Care to rest and try for a third?"
He was livid with rage and slapped me across the face hard. "So this is nothing but a fucking game with you? Well, forget it, sister, we're leaving." He picked up my hand and dropped it on my pussy. "Why don't you just play with yourself. You're probably frigid anyway. Maybe you're even a lesbian."
They all left and when they were gone the tears started flowing like a rainstorm. I felt just awful. I had really needed those guys. I needed the fucking and yet I had made them beat me to submission. Then when they were servicing me, I wouldn't let myself enjoy it. Maybe I was really sick!
That night was just the beginning of two years of three and four different guys a week. I tried every kind of sex from normal to sick. A few times I made it. A few times I loved every minute of it and was able to have one orgasm after another. But there were all those times when nothing one or many guys could do was enough to satisfy me.
I'm beginning to be afraid that maybe I am a lesbian after all. It sort of scares me, Doc. I want to be normal and enjoy sex once in a while with a guy I love and be faithful to him. There never seems to be a guy who can give me enough fucking to keep me happy. What is going to happen to me, Doc?
CASE HISTORY: JACK AND JANE
My sister and I had always been very close, maybe some will say too close. We always shared secrets and talked about how things would be like when we grew up.
When I was almost seventeen and Jane 15, our father took us with him for a visit to friends of the family who lived in Spain. After our first dinner there everything seemed to change between us. We were making simple conversation about the wonderful new dishes we had tasted, but all the time she was talking I was now looking at her as I'd never seen her before.
I thought about all the questions she had been asking me about my body and how it felt to be almost a man now. She had flattered me about how manly my body had grown, and how wonderful it would be to be the lucky girl who made love with me!
Was she telling me more than she realized? I wondered if I could actually have sex with her. The idea at first was horrifying, but the more I thought about it, the more exciting it became.
She was really a beautiful girl. Her body was as well-formed as any mature woman's. She was a virgin, and I could do anything at all with her. I was so sure that she would be willing, and not at all afraid to do it with her own brother. It would be a great exciting experiment for both of us. Even at this age, we could both tell that we weren't the average kids, our fascination and need for sexual discovery was so much greater than anyone else we knew.
And there was one terrific advantage that not too many other sex partners could have: no one would ever suspect us. That is, unless they actually caught us fucking or something. Well, I decided to myself, there's no harm in trying.
Jane was lying on a pile of cushions on the floor of my bedroom. She was wearing a white blouse, white miniskirt, and a pair of white knee-length stockings. As she lay there I could see her golden thighs almost up to her panties. I hoped that she would lift one of her legs so that I could see them. In my mind I could picture a white band of material tight in the crease of her crotch. Her sweet, dainty, girlish crotch, but hopefully a lot warmer in the hot Spanish climate.
I was day-dreaming as I lay there in the room with her, trying to picture her naked tits, trying to see her completely in the flesh, without a stitch on. All sorts of sexy words came to my mind. Words like tits, cunt, fuck, twat, ass, slit, and stuff like that.
She shook me out of my dream. "I suppose they won't be back for a couple of hours. I'd like to take a nap here, you know, lay on your bed for a while."
"What? Oh, yes, of course." Perfect, her lying on my bed.
She got up and went over to my single bed and lay on top of the virginal white bedspread. With a frightened, breathy voice I said, "I'm kind of sleepy myself. Okay if I lie down next to you?"
She muttered something that sounded like yes and then I was lying close to her on the bed, my shirt hanging open, my legs almost touching hers, my bare feet feeling hers.
Already I was feeling my cock start to awaken, and before even I knew what I was doing my fingers began to stroke her neck. She moved away a little. I waited and then I realized from her breathing that she was sleeping. I leaned over her and carefully put my fingers on top of the delicious bulge in her blouse. As soon as I felt the supple flesh underneath I knew that
I could not stop myself from enjoying her body. I took another look at her sleeping face and then began to undo her blouse. I had a few buttons undone and her white bra, holding her firm, girlish tits, was exposed. Carefully I lightly touched her nipples through the bra. She stirred, but didn't open her eyes.
I waited until she relaxed again, deciding whether to put my hand between her thighs. Then I noticed the zipper of her skirt and pulled it down until the skirt fell away from her body. Now I could lift up her blouse and see her naked tummy and panties.
Now that I was this close to her skin it was impossible for me to stop, even if someone walked in on us. I was afraid to wake her up, but I went ahead and pulled the skirt down her hips and thighs, then from her legs.
I moved my hands up her legs, and up the inside of her thighs, until I touched her panties. My prick was rock-hard in my shorts and shivers of excitement ran from the base of my spine to my balls. She was irresistible, and I ran out of patience. I put my hand under her panties and I could feel the soft, silky hair of her cunt.
I had almost moved my fingers to the top of her slit, when she suddenly opened her eye and looked at me. I was scared.
"John, what are you doing?"
She looked at the bottom half of her body, which was now completely stripped and then looked back at me. Gradually she relaxed, then looked at me less frightened. She was even beginning to smile.
She had moved down the bed and had her legs over the end of it, her feet on the floor. Suddenly she turned over so that she lay face down, exposing her cunt and the cleavage between at the lower end where I could see the darker skin of her cunt lips and the downy hair on either side. She buried her head in the bed and was breathing heavily.
"You can touch me if you want to..."
I was thrilled by what she said. I leaned forward and ran my right hand up from underneath, then put it back on the moist cunt I had felt. The fact that no other boy had ever touched her precious treasure before made it that much more exciting.
My prick was getting unbelievably harder and jutted against my shorts as I knelt down and placed my hands between her legs so that I could push them farther apart. Now I could see her whole sex
Now my hand went up the length of her slit again, this time one of my fingers parting the lips and feeling the moistness of her cunt inside.
She wriggled as I touched her. Then I heard her say, "Jack, Jack, I want to feel your prick inside me."
That was all I had to hear. I was right. She was as over-sexed as I was. There wasn't a bit of fear or shyness about her. I quickly took off my shorts and stood there naked for her. My prick, which was already a good deal larger than other boys of my age, stood away from the dark curly hair of my groin. I advanced on her, just a little unsure of myself, but still managing to handle it.
I leaned against her sweet little ass, took my prick in my hand and put it between her legs. Then I sort of laid on top of her and pushed it between her cunt lips, finding the hole in it.
I actually was shaking with excitement, my whole body trembling as I felt my hot prick touch her soft cunt lips and go inside. Then I began to press hard against her, using short, sharp jabs, the best I could do.
"This isn't easy. It's going to hurt."
"Go on, push it in. So what if it hurts the first time. I've just got to have your hot prick inside me. Oh, aaaah! Now you're doing it. Go on, fuck me."
With that kind of encouragement I pushed my prick harder against her. I was still having trouble.
"Oh, let me help you," she gasped, pushing me off her. She got up and turning around she lay on her back on the bed and began to push two fingers into her cunt. She said that she had wanted to do it for a long time, and was practicing by fingering herself for many months. Now she was giving up her virginity to me, actually helping me by dilating her cunt with her fingers. She pushed them inside her cunt brutally rupturing the tough hymen. The jab of hot pain that hit her made her stop for the moment.
Then she resumed the pressure of her finger-fucking, forcing them into her cunt up to the knuckles, stretching herself some more.
I watched her eagerly as I stood between her feet, my big, hard prick throbbing with desire for that virginal flesh. I watched her pushing fingers in there, twisting them as she did so, and the look of pain on her face. Strangely, that look of pain excited me as much as her cunt spread apart before me.
Finally she lay back on the bed and threw her arms out to me. "Now, come on and fuck me, Jack."
I scrambled between her parted legs, looked down at the parted cunt lips, with their red gash. My whole body was shaking with anticipation, and I moved closer and put my aching prick against her soft, wet cunt. Then I let some of my weight fall on her, working my prick into her hole.
She lay back, panting and moaning as she waited for my prick to pierce her. She told me that the excitement she felt was far outweighing the pain she had felt before. Slowly I forced my prick into her until, all at once I was deep inside her, my hair getting tangled with hers.
"I'm in!" I shouted at her. "I'm inside you."
"I know and it feels so great. Don't ever take it out."
For just a few seconds I lay still on top of her, enjoying the wonderful feeling of having my prick inside a girl's warm, soft cunt.
"Fuck me!, fuck me!". She kept saying it over and over and pulled me close to soul kiss me. She sent a new wave of excitement through me by her obvious lust, and I felt the surging compulsion to drive my prick straight through her. I withdrew it just a little way before pushing it deep and hard into her, then rhythmically repeating the motion.
Now I was really fucking her and she writhed under me on the bed. Her heart was beating faster, her breathing was really heavy, and her breasts were heaving so beautifully under me. Her body was rotating against me, on the edge of a tremendous peak of excitement, as she pressed herself against my invading cock.
There was very little time to realize how much my lust had been built up, I was fucking her like crazy. One minute there was this almost unbearable excitement as I felt my prick gripped by my sister's cunt. As I kissed her with my tongue deep inside her mouth I suddenly felt my balls explode and my prick jerk inside her as my come flowed out of it.
She still clung to me, forcing her body even harder against me and just a minute later she was coming herself, releasing her love juice to mix with my spunk.
We did it three more times that night, and experimented some more the next day. Then one day later, my other sister, Mary, joined us for the vacation. She had spent many hours when we were a little younger playing with my prick, making it hard all the time and then not letting me come.
Now she was looking at me again, trying hard to find a way that she could get me alone. I had wanted her too, wanting to come inside her pussy a thousand times for all those nights she had tortured my prick. I played the game of being cool to her advances, and she was insulted. Of course, she knew that my other sister and I had been fucking.
I was still pretty high on the thought of fucking with Jane. But then, some time later when Jane was laying near me in her white bikini, and not more than a yard away sat Mary, in a form-fitting jersey swimsuit, my prick was starting to tingle again. That same painful hunger to fuck was overcoming me. I looked from one girl to the other, overcome with lust.
Jane was still very enticing to me and I knew she would let me lay her any time I chose. Several times she had whispered to me that we should go off alone somewhere. Still, somehow Mary took most of my attention. If I fucked her she would be the second sister I had laid in as many days. I was against excited at the prospect of having my stiff prick into one of my sisters.
The two girls were lying on either side of me, so near that by reaching out I could have in my hands the tits of either one, or both, if I chose to. I moved closer to Mary and whispered in her ear.
"What would you say if I came to your room?"
"I'd say yes, if fucking's what you're looking for."
The two girls went in for a swim, and then walked back to the beach house together. Mary took off her swimsuit and stood naked, bending down to pick up a towel and dry herself. Jane, a little shy in front of the older girl, kept on her bikini bottom only. But she couldn't help noticing the figure of the other girl and she felt a strange stirring inside her body as she looked at the massive tits with their large dark nipples, and then at the mass of dark curly hair running from her belly over her cunt and down between her legs.
"You needn't be shy," Mary said to Jane. "I think you're lovely." With that she pulled the other girl's bottom off. Jane bent down with the towel to finish drying herself off.
When she dropped the towel Mary reached out and touched one tit and her cunt. Then she took her in her arms and kissed her deeply.
"Some day soon I am going to show you how girls away at school make love." Then she let her go and it was over.
It was pretty late that night when I crept into Mary's room. It was a dark night and I could just dimly see her laying naked in the bed.
My heart was beating really fast and I slipped my robe off, the only thing I was wearing. I lay down next to her. She was facing the wall, and she didn't move as I lay against her, bending my body to fit hers, leaning forward to breathe into her neck. My hand, straying at first up her leg and thigh, finally rested on her left tit. I cupped it greedily when I felt its size and heavy softness, rubbing the nipple against the palm of my hand. "Go on," she whispered.
I continued to rub the nipple and, at the same time, to knead the base of this large tit with my fingers. My prick rapidly hardened and I couldn't help pressing it against her bare back. Then my lips moved to her neck, at first kissing her on the nape, soon biting her gently on the flesh of her right shoulder.
It was wonderful to just lie against this luscious soft body, a body that in many ways was so much more attractive than my other sister's. It was so much more sensual, her flesh rippling and stimulating me as I touched and caressed it. I now had the large teat of her right tit between my finger and thumb and as I twisted it hard, she sounded moans of pleasure.
I let go of her tit and half rising bent over and took that nipple in my mouth, sucking it with a passion, even sucking in a part of her breast.
Her moans told me that I had touched a sensitive spot and I continued my sucking action all the more, while my right hand was groping between her legs.
She made no attempt to stop me as my hand stroked the outer lips of her cunt. Instead she responded by opening her legs all the wider. In a second or two I had stuck my finger into her slit and felt for her clitoris. The second I touched that sensitive bud, she almost jumped in the air, her whole body writhing and squirming as I continued to fondle it.
"Oh, you've got to fuck me," she moaned.
She swung round to face me, so beautifully naked, her thighs spread wide apart, her body so very eager. I looked at the soft, plump figure, the massive tits, the inviting triangle between her legs, with its luscious black hair. I knew that I would take her and that I would love every second of it. With my throbbing prick in hand I moved between her legs and placed the knob of it in between the thick, hairy lips of her cunt.
As soon as she felt it touch her, she moaned her pleasure to me. She wriggled to suck it into her.
I grabbed her by the waist and lunged into her, my prick at once burying itself in the girl's hungry cunt. I couldn't help crying out as I felt the wet clinging muscles of her cunt grip my prick and suck it in.
I lay with my chest comfortably on her heavy tits, gripping her under the armpits, and began to pound it into her with long, powerful strokes. It seemed like we were fucking together like that for an eternity, when I felt the tingling excitement of my come, the heaviness in my balls kept getting worse as I pounded into her time after time. She arched her body and gyrated to every thrust.
As much as I was aching to come, I held back as long as a young man can, but she was far too exciting for me to hold back for very long. In spite of myself I felt the uncontrollable pulsing of my prick as I came to the edge of my orgasm. I tried to hold it back but I just couldn't. Suddenly I was coming inside her as she wriggled and writhed with delight beneath me.
Now she was screaming in my ear, "Oh, you're coming, you're coming inside me and it feels so good."
A second or two later we were both panting for breath after all the ecstasy. We lay there together for some time, wrapped in each other's arms. I was determined to fuck her again just as soon as I could get my prick up.
She kissed me as we both began to feel desire rising again in our bowels. I slipped my hand down between her legs to feel the wet, sticky spunk oozing from her.
"Will you do something for me, Jackie. I read about it in a paperback. It's called cunnilingus. You have to ... to suck me. Suck me there," she added pushing my head towards her legs.
This was a new adventure and very exciting to me indeed. I bent towards her thighs and put my hands on them to spread them apart. I put my face between them. I brought my mouth so close to her cunt that I could smell the sweet musky odor that makes a woman's body so exciting. I pushed her legs even farther apart and then brought my lips onto the hairy lips of her slit, trying to push my tongue between them. It didn't work up at the top, but as I moved my tongue lower I found that the flabby lips opened easily and soon I was running the tip of my tongue up and down the whole length of it.
"Oh, that's beautiful, eat me, eat me."
What I was doing and what it did to her moved me so that my prick was good and stiff again. I was very eager to continue with my mouthwork. I slid back so that my prick went close to her face, and pushed her thighs even wider than before, burying my head deep between them, my tongue finding the delicious wet opening, my nose poking against her ass-hole.
I lapped at her with a hunger, forcing my tongue in her, and then sucked at the delicious flesh, tasting my own come and smelling her sexiness. As I did this she writhed and then pulled my legs over her face, bringing her mouth against my prick. A minute later I felt her lips close on my knob, move over it and grip the sensitive edge. I shuddered with delight I had never known before.
My prick began to throb and believe it or not, I was close to orgasm again. I tried to pull my prick from her mouth to avoid coming before I was ready, but she was sucking at me eagerly and a minute later, unable to control myself, I was coming in her mouth. At first I was horrified at what I had done, but I realized that she was sucking my come with great relish and it seemed that she was swallowing it. I was stunned with my mouth on her cunt as I finished my orgasm.
Later she explained to me that she had often dreamt of sucking a man's prick and now that she was doing it she had to taste the come also.
Now I was anxious to give her an orgasm in return for what she had done and I lapped at her cunt with renewed vigor. Soon my tongue in her cunthole tasted her come as it spouted.
I left her room, my head filled with many new ideas about sex. I could have gone on and on, but poor Mary was exhausted. My adventures had given me a great deal of pleasure and I resolved to try something new and different every chance I got.
The next day I went to the beach with the family and noticed my father's friend the Senora in an attractive red suit. I had never looked at her before as she was so much older, but seeing her now she just had to be noticed.
She had big powerful breasts, a slim waist and attractive dark thighs. I felt a sudden fluttering in my balls at the sight of her. Suppose ... but then I brushed the thought out of my mind.
What would an older woman like that want with me?
But she saw me and our eyes told each other that we could have some wild sex together. She was willing.
We arranged to meet on the beach later that night for a moonlight swim. When I got there I saw that she had exchanged the modest red suit for the skimpiest bikini I had ever seen.
We took a long, cool swim and as we walked from the sea I stumbled against her. Our hands came into contact and stayed there. We walked along the beach, hand in hand, not looking at each other.
She led me across the beach to a belt of shrubbery. When we got there she took my face in her hands and kissed me with a passion I had not known from the girls. I lay down in her arms. She moved so that I was lying on my back.
"Let me make love to you," I whispered and she nodded "yes".
I lay under this large-breasted mother, and her tits were pressed hard against me. I began to fondle them through the material. Catching my cue she took it off. They swung out like two volcanoes. I put out both hands and my palms pressed against the large red nipples as my fingers clenched the soft, soft, meat.
She squirmed on top of me allowing me to fondle her tits for awhile but then she got off and slipped out of the rest of her bikini, and stood naked in the moonlight before me. I lay on my back, looking at her amazed at the fact that such a mature woman was there with me, naked and ready to fuck. I got up on my knees and lifted my head to her hairy cunt lips. She stood with her legs apart, took my head in her hands and pressed my mouth in her slit. I felt the hair against my mouth and then was aware of the luscious softness of the tissue, the smell of her sweat and sex.
Then I moved my tongue between the lips, tasting her and seeing her womanly cunt. Now my tongue was deep inside her, probing and searching. I still had my trunks on, and my stiff prick was rubbing painfully against them.
I wanted her to see me, to see my manliness so I took my mouth away only for a moment so I could get out of my trunks. Then with my prick erect and throbbing I knelt down again to suck her cunt. She was pressing my head between her legs. I continued to suck and lick and taste her for some time, as if in a sex-dream.
Finally she lifted me from the ground, took me in her arms, and crushed me to her. We looked at each other and she pulled me to the ground, with me falling on top of her. She parted her thighs and took my prick in her hand, bringing it to her cunt. I reached out to her and she pulled me close, eagerly waiting for me to enter her. I slid into her long-starved cunt, feeling it probe deep and strongly until she was filled with it.
I fucked her as well as any grown man would and she was not disappointed for trying me. I rammed my prick into her with all the strength I could muster.
Excited as I was to be fucking a real, mature woman, I found it difficult at first to get any friction between my prick and her soft in sides. I had been used to tight little girl's cunts and this was a full-grown mature woman who had had a baby.
Finally I managed a rotating in and out motion and we both settled in for a swinging time. Her body was also powerful and she gave me as much of a work-out as I gave her.
When finally, swaying and panting for breath, I came inside her she held on to me with strong arms and her whole body vibrated as she managed her orgasm at exactly the same time.
Then I got up and did as I had before with my sister. I ate her cunt to taste my own come and hers, soon making her come again, this time in my mouth.
We had several sessions like that every night, until her husband began to miss her. Then I had to look to my sisters again for my pleasure.
Jane found me alone as soon as she could. "Don't you like girls anymore?" So she knew all about my sex sessions with the older woman.
"Yes, I think all men do." I sounded so worldly even to myself. She kicked out her foot to touch my naked leg. A quick thought of how I had fucked her flashed through my mind and immediately my penis began to swell in my trunks.
I was undecided about fucking my own sister again, feeling just a bit guilty about it all. But passion for her body overtook my good senses.
"Let's go back to the house, I asked her." She nodded and followed me.
When we got there we both ran up the stairs together; With every step I thought how wrong this was, but every step was bringing me closer to fucking her so I flew up there.
We kissed deeply and my prick got stiff as a ramrod and ready for action. She turned to me as soon as we reached her room.
"Will you fuck me again, please?" The girlish way in which she asked me threw me for a loop. I had to do it to her.
A few minutes later the naked girl, her long hair spread on the pillows waited as I walked with my prick standing at attention to the bed to join her.
I got on the bed, lifted her legs into the air, placed them on my shoulders, placed two pillows under her back, and kneeling between her thighs, I slowly placed my well-traveled prick between her girlish cunthps.
What a change it was to drive my prick into the tight little cunt of this girl. I drove in now with a power and lust that had come to me with all the many sex adventures I had had so recently.
I slowly changed position so that her legs slipped to my waist and she tightened them around me as I lay forward, my chest on her tits, my lips on hers. We weren't green beginners anymore. Now we both moved with perfection as we got the most out of each other's motions.
My haunches rose and fell as I thrust into her increasingly more moist cunt, feeling its clinging warmth as I withdrew eager to penetrate her again, thrusting as deep as I could go every time.
She writhed and cried out to me of her pleasure. She had three or four small orgasms and with each one her whole body trembled and seemed to rise. Now she was finally enjoying sex as a woman should and her pleasure mounted with each orgasm. She was calling out for me to come into her.
I increased my tempo until it almost looked as if I was using her body as a sadist might, purely for my own pleasure. I lifted her from the bed and smashed into her, my hands gripping her tightly by the ass, two fingers stuck into her ass-hole.
Then I was coming, shooting my load into her cunt. There were a few precious moments of shuddering, shattering climax as our bodies writhed and clung to each other as I filled her with my come, filled my own sister's cunt, and she bathed my prick in her juices.
When finally I left her room there was the Senora waiting at the head of the staircase for me. Quietly she motioned me to her room and we went inside. She locked the door behind us.
With great formality she said to me, "You are at liberty to take me. Do as you will."
I walked towards her, this time feeling shy. She dropped her robe to the floor, and as soon as I saw her powerful, dark naked body before me, I became animal-like with passion.
She ran to the bed and I undressed rapidly and followed her. Immediately I placed my already hard prick near her mouth as I stood at her side. Greedily she took it in her hands and began to suck it with great passion. Soon after it was aching for a fucking.
"Fuck me, oh, fuck me now."
I pushed her face down on the pillows so that her ass was in the air and I could see the dark gash of her sex. I mounted her and pushed my aching prick deeply into the inviting hole, gaping before me, withdrawing it at once, only to plunge deeper than before.
Time after time I thrust into her as I leaned over her plump little ass, taking her tits in my two hands and squeezing.
She panted and moaned as I worked her pussy over. We were getting better at it every time. Faster and faster I fucked her like an animal does, not sparing even her breath to her as I rammed it in. She screamed, moaned, and cursed, but never let go as I fucked her to a lather.
Finally we came together, myself grunting like a horse, and she weeping as she felt both our juices mingle.
And, this was the way I passed my first summer of sex, going from girl, to girl to grown woman. I was jealous of all of them, not wanting any man to have any of them.
It wasn't easy for me to keep up the pace of keeping three females well-fucked, but it was exactly what I had always dreamt of.
Then came the day I had dreaded. I had caught my favorite, the dainty little Jane fucking with another boy she had met on the beach. I was furious. I grabbed her and dragged her into the beach house.
I stripped her naked and hit her hard across her ass. "You miserable hot little bitch!" She scrambled to her feet from where I had thrown her, pressing one hand to her well-fucked cunt to stop the come that was leaking out of her, and the other pressed to her tingling rump.
"You're not being fair to me. You fucked me and you taught me to love it. Now you're beating me for wanting it."
"But that was okay for us. I don't want you near another boy. Just look at you, you little tramp."
Jane bit her lower hp. This was not what she had expected from me, her dear brother. But as she looked in his direction with her head bent humbly, it was impossible for her not to see my growing hard-on.
I moved over to the dressing table and picked up a solid wooden-backed hairbrush and smacked it against my palm so she could hear the dreadful sound of it.
"Come over here, you." I sat myself down on the low stool. Now she couldn't miss how hard my prick was.
I could see that she was thrilled but also scared. She knew what she had to do. She came over to me and bent over my knees for her punishment.
I moved her into a convenient position, with her soft bottom well-upturned before me, then I slipped an arm over the small of her back, the hand reaching right around her belly.
Then I started to spank her with blows that stung but didn't really hurt. The sharp sting and mounting heat made her wriggle her hips and my fingers were down to her pussy, rubbing gently over the still passion-swollen pussylips.
The skin of her behind was reddening, and I knew she could feel the smart that was spreading back there. But with these fingers up her pussy, this was punishment that she could take.
Now her murmuring told me that she could feel the hot bar of my prick moving against her nearest hip. Now she was determined to get me going. She exaggerated the jerking of her hips, taking care that one rubbed hard against my standing cock.
After it was over, we both wept. It has been that way ever since. Once in a while I still fuck my older sister, but only if she asks for it. I am really hooked on Jane and I fear the day when she grows up and finds a man to marry.
I know that I need psychiatric help. I must find help so that I can have a good sex relationship with other women not of my family.
Yes, I know all this, but yet I can't stop myself from fucking my sister. I can't even make myself try.
