The book you hold in your hands contains a series of case studies involving the first-time sexual encounters experienced by young girls. It is brutal, frank discussion regarding the loss of innocence in the lives of these women, which is often quite harrowing.
Take for instance these cases:
Ann R.: "Johnny rammed his cock straight up my pussy, ripping and tearing my hymen to shreads. He slammed his thick meat into my twat, sending the blood and the come flowing out of it!"
Jane R: "My father's dick burst into my tight little twat, filling it up completely. My vaginal walls were being stretched terribly, and my head spun as Daddy crammed his prick into the deep cavern of my cunt!"
Janet L: "While one of the assailants shoved his cock down my throat, the other brought his heavy rod all the way up my aching pussy. Then, to my horror, I felt a third prick entering my incredibly tight asshole!"
Karen G: "Kris had the largest cock of any man I've known, as he sent it digging inside of my lovely pussy. He nibbled on my nipples as I arched my back, taking in every inch of his loving manhood!"
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Ann R. AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Miss Ann R. came to me on a Tuesday. She seemed to me to be a most friendly and attractive young girl, though she did seem to be a bit tense with me and my routine at first. I offered her a seat on the large, leather couch in the privacy of my air-conditioned office. She took it, but remained sitting as she slowly began to give me the facts of her young life. Only later on in the course of this interview, was she able to feel relaxed enough around me to lie back and make herself comfortable on my couch.
She was a very pretty girl of medium height and had short, full blonde hair. Her shirt complimented her small yet pleasing breasts as it clung to her young chest, and her voice was sweet and soft.
Her attitude remained calm as she reported her childhood and family life to me, but as she spoke of her boyfriend's handling of her, she became quite understandably jittery. I let her have a bit of time to become relaxed, then I sat quietly as she began her story.
Well, Doctor, I suppose it all started when I was about six. You see, I've always considered myself a good girl. I was a scout, and also a bit of a tomboy, and I never got involved with the wrong group of people or did anything bad in my whole life. I was always trying my best in school, and wanted my folks to be very proud of me.
My folks always wanted me to become a nun, or so I thought, because my father had always taken us to church every Sunday morning, and the minister had gotten into a weekly screaming session about the way and manner of the devil, and about looking out for temptation and all that. I never really believed all that shit, I mean stuff, he yelled at us, since he acted so crazy whenever he spoke in front of the assembly in the church.
For instance, he always used to spit at the people when he spoke, waving his arms and spreading his armpit odor all over the room. It always smelled like a dog had been crushed and died in his armpits, and I would almost hold, my little nose when we had sat up close to him.
Once he got to ranting and raving so much, that he let out a fart that could have been heard in the Seven-Eleven down the street. Half of the people in the church had burst out laughing, and the other half had turned their heads. We finally had to leave early because the smell had spread all over the little room, which was very hot and dry, and it made it smell like we were sitting in the middle of a pile of dog doo. My father .got to laughing so badly, that they were gonna ask us to go, anyhow.
I remember one time when this preacher, whose name was Mr. Jantry, swore that the world was going to explode due to God's fury, at seven o'clock that evening. I remember Daddy said that he wanted to watch the T.V. at six-thirty r since he really enjoyed Gomer Pyle, and wanted to see it one last time before the world blew up.
School I always hated, though, because it. was always run by assholes who didn't know how to relate to us young kids. By the way, Doctor, do you mind if I expel an occasional curseword now and them. Good, I didn't think that you would really care.
Well, the principal's name was Mr. Bates, and during the summer term, when there wouldn't be that many kids around and the atmosphere was more relaxed between the faculty and students, they would call him Master Bates, though at the time of course, I didn't know what it meant.
Anyhow, Mr. Bates would walk behind us kids in the hallways, making sure that we weren't doing or saying anything about him behind his back. He used to scare me so much, and I developed a sort of paranoia about school environments, or at least those were the words my Daddy used when I'd come home shaking at night. It's still very bad for me today, now that I'm half-way through high-school. My heart still jumps when I hear my name on the loudspeakers at school.
Well, once the teacher in my English class had to leave the room to answer the phone, though some boys had said that they could smell her wet tampon, and that she had to go and change it. One silly kid even ran up to her desk and licked the seat, saying how tasty a woman's blood could be. Can you imagine someone so very gross? Anyhow, all the kids started cutting up as soon as she had left. The boys were pinching the girls' bottoms and throwing things, and the girls were writing obscenities on the board, and drawing big penises spitting juice. I almost laughed, but I was very afraid of what would happen when Mrs. Cloth got back.
One of the kids yelled at me, since I was closest to the door, to watch and tell everyone when she'd be coming back. So when I slowly went to the door and peered out, she was walking down the hallway! I yelled loudly, and everyone scrambled back into their seats.
When she came back in the classroom, she was outraged. She erased the board quickly, and yelled at the boys she thought had started it all, the troublemakers and so forth.
And then she turned and yelled at me, and my little heart almost excreted shit. I was terrified, and she gave me a detention slip, something I'd never gotten before, and so did most of the boys in the room. We all had to stay over an hour after school and stare at Mrs. Cloth's ugly face, which finally made me start to cry. She sent one boy out with her dirty little cup for some water, which he happily gave to her when he returned. He then sat down and whispered that he had dipped his dick in it, and we all laughed until she told us to shut up, threatening us all with more detentions, as she sat and gulped her penisy water.
When it was all over, I was sent to the principal's office for a lecture. By now I was crying, and before he could say a word, I told the principal everything that had happened, though I didn't name names. He finally believed me, when he saw how sad I was, and told me to go home. He even wrote me a note to give to my folks, explaining why I was late getting home that afternoon.
Then on the way out of his office, I saw Johnny. He was so cute, with thick black hair, that I fell in love with him immediately. He looked at me and smiled, right before they threw him into Mr. Bates' office. I watched his back as the door closed behind him.
He was always kinda rough, and got into a lot of trouble all the time. After that day, I'd sit in my class (we had History together) and stare at him, daydreaming. He finally noticed, and asked me to meet him in the school cafeteria to lunch that afternoon.
He was really very friendly I thought, as we sat there and talked, me trying hard to overcome my shyness while he naturally had no problem at all. He patted my warm little hand when we were through, and I thought I was going to faint! What a dream he was!
I went home and told my folks, who immediately got very upset though, I finally realized, not at me. My mother told me never to let a boy touch my boobies or touch me
"down there," which I thought at first meant Florida. But when she pointed to my crotch, I knew what she meant.
Finally, Johnny asked me out one evening. He had borrowed his dad's car (I was sure he was too young, but I didn't say anything as we drove away from my house, since he seemed to drive alright), and said we were going to see a couple of movies, which I'd always liked doing. You see, my daddy never took us to anything but Walt Disney movies, since he said all the other shows were "too fucking dirty" for his one and only little girl. So I was thrilled at going out to the real movies (or so I thought) with my first date!
But my illusions were simply that, as Johnny drove into a real scudzy drive-in theatre. The marquee read, "Now! Red Hot Sisters and Madame Ovary! I was a bit scared, of course, since I didn't understand those titles, but Johnny reassured me that they were "educational flicks." The only way we got past the seedy little box office, I figured, was because I had shrunk down in my seat, feeling embarrassed. I mean, I wasn't completely innocent of the fact of sex then, but I still didn't know enough about it to stop me from being scared.
We found a space and parked. I thought the little speakers were cute, though the tinny noise it produced started to give me a headache. Johnny said that they even had some drive-ins with huge air conditioner hoses, but I didn't care, knowing that past that night, I'd never go into another one for the rest of my life. That's what I thought then, anyway, because I could see people kissing and guys with muscles and tattoos walking up for refreshments. I even saw cars, with the windows rolled up, which were full of smoke. They were rocking back and forth, and when I finally realized what they were doing inside, I almost peed in my panties! I was shocked and grossed out!
The film on the screen was advertising delicious, mouth-watering pizza, but it showed something that looked like a frisbee full of dog shit that was run over by a semi. It turned my stomach, along with the watery drinks that were being sold by old guys with crossed eyes.
But finally the movie started, and not five minutes into it, as if it were all part of the show, Johnny grabbed me and started to kiss my dry mouth violently. He held me close, and I tried to pull away, but he was much stronger than I was, of course, and I could smell the scent of his cologne drifting up my nose, as he held me as close to his body as he could.
He crammed his mouth against mine, after having licked his lips and even running his wet and sloppy tongue all over my own lips. I remember thinking how all of it might 've been fun, if only he wasn't being such a brute about it. But still he sat there, licking my Tips and pressing his warm ones against my mouth.
I tried to tell him to stop, that he was hurting me, but when I opened my mouth he quickly stuck his tongue inside of it! Johnny's tongue was wet and hot by now, and he was holding me so tightly that I couldn't hardly move at all. He probed around the inside of my mouth with his tongue, licking my inner skin and running it along my teeth and gums. He was making the entire inside of my mouth wet with his spit, and it was grossing me out so much that I thought I was going to vomit on his tongue. I remember thinking that, if I had, it would've served him right. Remember-or maybe I haven t told you-I hadn't done much more than hold a boy's hand, and that was only my relative! The shock of Johnny's hard advances was making me scared, and I wanted to cry out for help.
He then pinned my arms behind my back with only one of his. I put up a real fight, but somehow he managed to grip both my wrists and pull them behind my back with only one of his arms. The pain shot through my shoulder, as I wanted to scream out now more than ever!
Then, with his other hand, he puckered up my mouth, and pressed his lips harder against mine. He ran his dripping tongue over my own, as our saliva mixed together inside of my mouth. Little bits of his spit ran out of the corners of my mouth, as he pressed his warm body next to mine. He kissed and licked my lips, wetting my mouth all over, as he held my hands firmly behind my back.
"Isn't this a lot of fun, Annie?" he asked me, as he continued to eat out my mouth with a slippery tongue.
I tried to tell him no, but I wasn't able to do much talking, what with the pain in my shoulder and my mouth being covered. But I shook my head to let him know that I wasn't enjoying this, and it only seemed to make him go at me more violently, as I struggled in vain in his grip.
He then let go of my mouth and reached down to undo his belt buckle. My little heart pounded in my chest, as he wrapped his belt around my wrists very tightly. I wasn't able to move my arms, as he let go of them and left them pulled back and secured by the belt.
"Lemme see your titties, Annie!" he said in a deep, scarey voice. I started to shift from side to side and scream, which made him stuff a rag deep into my mouth, having pulled one from out of the back seat. I stared in horror as I couldn't scream and could barely breathe.
He grabbed on to my pretty shirt and ripped it open. The buttons flew all over the seat and I wondered how I was going to hide a torn shirt from my folks when I got home that night. You see, I thought that if I told my parents what happened, they'd hit me and not allow me any more dates with boys for a long time, and I didn't want that to happen to me.
Johnny sat there and stared at my little boobs. As you can see Doctor, my breasts are small, but they really are quite round and well-developed. My nipples were also growing a little bigger then, but I wasn't wearing a bra that night because my folks had decided not to get me one, hoping that they could prevent my growing up a little while longer.
"Nice tits, Ann!" Johhny told me, as his breathing increased and he reached out to hold them in his hands. I moved my chest as far back as I could, but in the front seat I naturally couldn't move too far. I got pinned to the car door (no, I wasn't able to open it) and all I could do was sit "there, tied and gagged, and let Johnny fondle my boobs. He looked at them as if he were a crazy man, as if he had been dreaming about them for years.
He reached out and took both of my small but firm breasts in his hands. He kneaded them and squeezed them so much that I thought they were going to pop. He pressed the sides of my boobs together, so that my little nipples pointed out at him like two big eyes. He opened his mouth wickedly and licked his lips, while eyeing my nipples with great lust.
"I have always wanted to bite your little nipples, honey," he said, as he leaned forward and took both of them into his mouth at the same time. He clamped down hard on the ends of my tits, and he pulled on them with his closed mouth, until I started to scream quietly through his gag in my mouth.
Johnny bit my nipples hard, making them stiff and raw between his teeth. He shut his lips around as much of my fleshy chest as he could, as he rolled the balls of my nipples around between his hard teeth. I started to cry from the overall pain of my hands, arms and nipples being hurt, but it all just made him more of a madman, as he sucked on my tits and ran his wet tongue over and over my nipples, making them bloom in his mouth. I hated him so much then for not making this the beautiful moment that I'd always dreamed it would be.
He then tore every bit of my shirt from my chest, exposing my tummy and tits to him in all their virginal, untouched beauty. He ran his tongue into my belly-button, over my stomach and onto my breasts, circling them wetly until he arrived at my nipples once again. He kissed them and sucked them and bit down hard on them, as if he were a dog. But to call him that at this point would only have been too good for him, the tough creep!
He then pulled off his shirt, and his chest glittered with sweat. It was the first close-up boy's chest I had ever seen, and I thought, in spite of the situation, that Johnny had a marvelous chest. There were a few muscles on his body, and even some cute little hairs. It rose up and down from the apparent excitement of his licking my body.
"I wanna feel your tits against mine, Annie!" he said as he reached behind me and once again pulled me up against his chest. My little tits pressed softly against his chest, as a strange smile, but really, an evil one, came across his face. He hugged my breasts next to his, as he went for my mouth again, kissing it and licking my soft lips. The feel of my nipples against his, and the passion of his kisses (though I certainly wasn't helping him), made his body grow warm all over. He held me and covered my now wet mouth with his own, as he shifted his butt around on the seat. I realized then that he was getting hard in his penis, and he was lookin for something to rub it up against. I was more scared than ever now, of course, but I tried to remain calm, because I thought if I'd shown him any fear, it only would've made him more sadistic towards me.
Then Johnny pulled away from me and said, "I wanna show you my prick, Annie, so that you can see how one looks close up!" My heart started to pound again, as he reached down and unzipped his fly. He looked at me and grinned wildly, like Jack Nicholson in "The Shining."
He undid his fly and slowly pulled his jeans off of his lower body. My eyes bulged as I saw that he had very hairy legs, and that they were very meaty. I had never been this close to a penis before, and it was really freaking me out! He then sat there in his stained underwear.
"Here it is, baby!" he exclaimed. "And it's all just for you!" Johnny then pulled off his underwear, as his stiff penis flipped up in his lap. It grossed me out a bit, because it looked like a little monster to me. It was long and thick, and was very hairy. My eyes couldn't help but stare at it, as it bobbed up and down on his crotch.
Johnny then sat up slightly, so that his hard penis was just under my nose, and he put his hands on himself and started playing with his penis, right in front of me! The older girls at school had told me that guys did this, but it was very different to actually see it happen close up!
He gripped his balls in one of his hands and pulled his scrotum down between his thighs. I thought he was going to rip his bag off of his crotch, he had pulled it down so far. This made his penis stick straight up into the air, pointing at the roof of the car (which was a station wagon, by the way). His hairy little creature stood up tall and proud in his lap. Well, that's the way it looked anyhow. He gripped and rolled his balls around in both of his hands. I remember thinking that it surely must hurt him to do that, but he only looked at me sickly, with a stupid smile on his face, like he was completely deranged, which I thought he was. He palmed his body rocks and held them lovingly, which only made his cock stand up harder in front of my face.
He then gripped his long dick with one hand, while holding onto his bag with the other, and slowly moved this hand up and down his dick, holding it right under my nose. He was beating off in front of my face, and I couldn't believe it! It repulsed and fascinated me both at the same time, you know what I mean? It was freaky, almost like a nightmare to me.
He just sat there, whipping his dick, and looked at me saying, "I love you, Annie! Oh, I love to jerk off in front of your face!" He moved his hand faster, making his cock as tall and stiff as he could get it. He almost looked pathetic to me at that moment, and I almost, but not quite, due to my pain, felt sorry for him. He just seemed frighteningly sick to me.
He then sat his hot crotch back down on the car seat and took the gag out of my mouth. Since he'd rolled up the windows, and the other cars around us were playing their little games, he seemed to think that I knew it wouldn't help me all that much to scream.
"Now I'm gonna feed you my scrumptious, mouth-watering hot dog!" Johnny said, as he moved his crotch back up to my face. I could ... I could feel the heat of his prick glow against my face, and as I gathered what he wanted from me, I ... I just couldn't ... I'm sorry Doc, but I just can't go on!
INTERVIEW TWO
Ann had run out of my office that day, her face turning red. I was a bit surprised that, after hearing her use such adult language, she had reached a point in her tale where she simply couldn't go on.
This action had signified one of two things to me: That she had reached a very dark and painful part in her life, or that she simply wasn't as much the grown-up girl that she thought she was.
After pleading to both Ann and her parents for her to return, she finally showed up again in my office six days later, much to the delight of my mind and my bank account.
Where was I Doc? Yes, don't worry, I'm quite calm now. Oh yes, now I remember! Johnny had moved his thick prick up to meet my mouth.
I was scared shitless as he pulled my head down on the tip of his stiff, steamy penis. It slipped very easily through my lips, him having pumped it up to the point of full erectness. He filled my mouth with his dick, as I struggled to free my head. But he gripped my hair with both hands, and crammed my face onto his cock, and held it there while pumping it into my mouth.
His cock was hard and hairy, and I could taste its strange odor on my tongue as soon as he had shoved it into my mouth. The thought of Johnny's cock, the thing that he passed his urine through, entering my lovely mouth made me disgusted. I tried to spit it out, but that only caused his dick to slip further into my mouth, and made my saliva flow down the long and rough shaft of his prick. Again, in trying to help myself, I had made things worse for me. I finally accepted the fact that he was going to get anything from me that he wanted that night, because I was much too weak to hold him back.
Johnny moved his hips up and down in the air just above the seat of the car. This movement made his penis rub in and out of my mouth. Not knowing how to avoid it, I rolled my tongue over the wet head of his penis. His pumping it in my mouth had caused him to come a few drops, which spread over his meat and finally wound up on my tongue. His sperm in my mouth really frightened me, and my fear had undoubtedly made him decide to dig his dick deeper into my now dripping mouth, as it was wet from my being forced to suck on Johnny's hard cock. His come tasted salty, and it smelled very thick.
He even squeezed his balls with one hand, while holding my head down onto his prick, which naturally made him grow a couple more inches in my mouth. He fondled his nuts as he pulled his pud in and out of my lips, sending little come drops out on into my hot, wet mouth.
"Suck it bitch!" he yelled. "Suck on my cock and eat my sperm! I've dreamed about fucking you in the mouth for a long time now!" He seemed totally gone to me by this point, but I had no choice but to suck his big cock deep into my throat, since I was afraid of what he would do if I didn't.
Johnny then gripped his .shaft and started to masturbate, with my mouth on the tip of his penis! I simply stopped believing that any of this was really happening, and sat there and sucked his cock.
"And now, for the best girl in town," he said, sounding like a carnival barker, "A big, fat prize!" He then slowly pulled my head off of his penis, my saliva dripping down the shaft, and turned me over the front seat and threw me in the back of the wagon. I was going to get fucked, and I knew it, and it scared me so much that I started to cry! The tears poured down my cheeks, which of course was enough to urge Johnny on. I had heard about this, and thought so much about it when I was under the covers at night, but now that I knew it would happen, and that there was nothing I could do about it, I almost fainted.
As a matter-of-fact Doctor, I did pass out for a moment, but was revived when Johnny lifted me off of the bed of the wagon, which he had folded down, and slapped me hard on the face. It stung so badly that I cried all the more. He just thrashed me around, though, as he pantingly just pulled my pants down and looked at my pink panties, which I had wet slightly in all of my fear.
"So, we're wet, are we?" he said, as he chuckled like the Wicked Witch of the West. "This is because I love breaking into young pussy like yours!" He then slipped my panties off of my legs and spread them as far as they would go. He laughed deeply as he mounted my pussy.
Johnny rammed his cock right up my pussy. It was all so sudden that I didn't feel a thing for a minute, that all the sensation rushed back into my legs, flattening me to the floor of the car.
He had ripped and torn my hymen to pieces. His dick was all red and stiff, and my poor little twat didn't know what hit it. It was totally caught off guard. He had slammed his big meat into my crotch, sending my head floating out into space as I became dizzy with pain.
"How's that feel, my pretty?" he cackled, as he pumped his huge cock in and out of me violently. The blood and the come just rushed from out of my pussy, as he got on top of my reclining body and fucked me like there would be no tomorrow. He grunted and groaned on top of me.
Johnny raised his body up on his elbows, and screwed me with his large rod vigorously. I could feel my swollen pussy lips moving in and out of my cunt, as he sent his dick rubbing along the corridor of my cunt. The entire car was now shaking, just like the others all around us. I remembered wondering if there were any other girls there tonight who felt as bad as I did.
His long shaft filled my little pussy so much that I was sure it was going to burst. The intense pain was almost too much for me to handle, and every time I thought I was luckily passing out, Johnny would slap the shit out of me again. Now, on top of my arms and tits, my face was hurting too. It stung and was even cold to the touch of his mouth on my cheeks. He ran his tongue over my face and into my mouth, wetting everything that he could. He sucked and chewed on my nipples, as I lay there underneath his sweaty body.
"And now," he said, "for the big come shot!" Johnny then pulled out of my destroyed pussy, and shot his wad all over me! Pig that he was, he held his hard cock in his hands and jerked himself clean, his hot and sticky come spraying all over my little boobs and smearing onto my tummy.
He groaned as he squeezed his balls and pulled his penis, dripping his fluid from out of his dick and onto my abused young skin. Once he had milked his prick of every last drop of come, he smeared it all over my red and raw tits, and he even wiped some of it onto the cheeks of my face! It had a very thick, musky smell and was very sticky on my exposed young breasts. He laughed as he spread his jism all over my warm body, and I could only watch him do it.
I have never seen him since that night, and he has never entered my mind after that evening.
CONCLUSION
Ann's was one of the lucky cases. I have spoken to her twice since that last meeting, and she has never failed to show me what an intelligent young woman she is.
This could 've been a horrible experience for her, and one bad enough to ruin her attitude toward all men. Combined with her seemingly uncaring parents, she has survived this trauma excellently. She has proven herself to have one of the truly sensible minds it has been my experience to pick, as she has no visible mental scars from that evening.
The fact that Johnny was killed in a car accident recently, which I've just discovered, will help her on her road to recovery.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Karen G. AGE: Twenty-three
INTERVIEW ONE
Karen was a lovely girl. She had deep brown eyes that I immediately became lost in as she entered my office. She sat on my couch and J wished I could jump on top of her. She had thick, curly blonde hair and smooth, creamy skin. This girl was a stunner!
She said that she'd been refered to me by a girlfriend, and that she was very glad she came. She had been working as a legal secretary for five years, and that every other boss she'd had had chased her around the room. This she hated, though I could understand it happening.
I was about to ask her if she'd consider being my private secretary, when she leaned back and started her story. I listened with great interest, since I was looking at her fine breasts and luscious, full mouth. Whoever loved this woman, beside myself at that moment of course, must've been a real man!
Doctor, I guess I'll begin at home. You see, my home life is a bit of a problem at the moment. I have a mother who says she loves me, and I know that she does, but who does strange and even harmful things towards myself and my fiance, Kris. She opens and reads my mail, and she calls up Kris constantly to tell him to lay off of her daughter and find another girl. She even went so far as to set me up with a date, after Kris and I had been going together for over two years! This of course infuriated Kris to no end, and he almost lapsed over into a severe state of depression.
You see Doctor, my mother is Peruvian and my father is an American. And Kris is an intelligent, thoughtful American boy. He is a writer, but still has a way to go before he hits the big time. He adores me passionately, has proved his love to me in all of those special little ways that only a girl knows about, and he brings home $160 a week.
Naturally, my mother hates him. She despises Kris with a passion and wishes that one day he'd quietly die away. You see, the thick-skulled Peruvian mentality has taught my mother that anyone less than a rich, middle-aged Peruvian male is not good for me. But I know what I want, and all I want is Kris! He is so sweet and so smart that it seems my mother will never know how much of a prize catch this young man is.
I have had my fill of guys through the years, many more in comparison than Kris has had, in women of course. But we both thank God every day that we've found each other, and we will never ever let one another go!
Once, after Kris had had yet another argument with my mother, he got in his car and zoomed out of the front lawn. He is quite sensitive you see, and doesn't take arguments or violence very well. And when he is momentarily away from me, he closes up inside of himself so much that sometimes he just wants to die, and not have to cause trouble between my mother and myself, and not have to watch his loved ones and family grow old. It's a bit hard to explain, but Kris never wants to see an ugly sad world. I mean, none of us do, but he walks around and completely shuts himself out from the real world around himself, and almost makes himself believe that he is with me, just the two of us, alone with animals and children, on some fucking isolated planet far away from the Earth, as if he could erase all the horrible fucking tragedies he has already witnessed in his relatively short lifetime, and only be able to remember the good moments of his life.
You see, Kris reads a lot of science fiction, by writers who seem unlimited in their imaginations, and I'm convinced that that is where he gets all these notions. I mean, I wouldn't want you to think that he was crazy or anything! .
Anyway, a friend of mine told me about Kris one night. I had only seen him at our mutual high-school activities, all of which Kris hated. He has a BFA degree in cinema and he lives half of his life in movie theatres. Film, is says, is a state he prefers to real life. Can you imagine thinking like that? I adore life, everything about it, and Kris only enjoys a handful of things. It seems very sad, and I know that he spends his life inside of his mind, hiding from the sadness all around him and wondering why it's there, but he's always with me totally when we're together. He was to marry me soon and take me away to a beautiful place, though I know he means planet, where well never know the bad things that happen here on Earth. Isn't that sweet?
But I'm getting spacey now, so I'll cut that science fiction talk.
At the same time she had told me about Kris, a friend of his was telling him about me! Kris and I both had just come out of two very bad love experiences, in which we both got fucked over, so we were quite weary of getting involved so very soon after our bad times. But on the following evening, Kris called me for a date. I said yes, and could almost see him smile at the other end of the phone, his voice sounded so happy!
We went out to eat at a resturant that is no longer there. It was called "Grandma's Receipts," and we both had chicken and dumplings. I could tell that Kris was checking out the loose white shirt I'd put on for him to gaze into, and didn't wear a bra so that my tits were white and creamy when I bent over. When he wasn't looking, I even wet my nipples with some water from my drinking glass at our dining table, then wiped it off so that my full, blonde nipples would be nice and hard for his eyes to eat over dinner. You see, I was told that Kris was a tit man, and after all I'd heard about him, I knew that I wanted to rope this fucking buck and never let him go! He also looked to me to have a big cock, and I fantasized kissing it while I looked into his four eyes (he wears glasses) at dinner. I almost rubbed his dick with my foot under the table but, not wanting to come on too strong, decided I should cool it before I blew everything, especially him. Get it, Doc?
Dinner was very good, and we both grabbed some mints on the way out, because we had both done so much talking over dinner that our mouths were like open sewers. We left the place enchanted with each other, holding hands and smiling, all that lovey stuff, you know. He was so cute! And I could tell that he wanted to bite into my succulent breasts!
We walked around the shopping mall where the restaurant used to be, squeezing each other's hand and window shopping. After a minute of hand holding however, Kris started to walk funny and it finally occurred to me that he had gotten an erection from just holding my hand! He was nineteen then, but he can still get hard just by looking at me from across the room! I can actually see his dick rising up in his pants whenever we meet somewhere in public. And I love that fact that I can control his dong to such an extent! Because his dick is not his own anymore, it's all mine now! All nine hard inches of it!
Anyway, he dropped me off after a fantastic evening! He was so sweet and charming, and before I got out of his car, in the dark lights of my garage, he did something that no-one had ever done to me before.
Simply, he asked me if he could hug me! He said that was the most erotic thing he could think of, so I immediately said yes!
He hugged me so tightly in a bear squeeze, that I couldn't believe what a simple but cute thing it was for him to do. He smelled so nice too, as we sat there in the dark as held our warm bodies close together.
He then pulled away and gazed deeply into my eyes. I could feel my pussy getting wet just by looking long and lovingly into his big browns, and I wished I could have fed him my pussy right then and there, and feel his tongue eating me out with wet love!
He then planted the wettest, most sensuous kiss I've ever recieved in my life. Right on my lips.
I loved it. His lips tasted very soft, strong, and warm, a really strange but very nice difference in a man. We rolled our tongues over one another, as we French kissed in the moonlight. He licked my mouth out clean, as he pressed his warm lips to mine.
I could feel his cock growing up in his pants, and it looked like a little log there in his pocket.
Finally, he put his hand on my boob! I'd dreamed of his touch on it all night long! He squeezed my flesh and gently pinched my nipple, driving me crazy with desire! You see, I have very sensitive nipples, and Kris loves to make love to them, and knowing how much it gets him off gets me off too! He pinched my nipples until they were red, but I didn't mind that at all. He could rip them off and take them home with him at night, if he wanted to.
Kris unbuttoned my shirt and worked out my tits. He looked at them with pure love, not just lust, as he gently ran his fingers over them, making my nipples burst into full bloom. That made his rod get stiff as a board, and I reached down and held onto his pecker through the fabric of his pants. I couldn't believe what a hard cock he had! I remember wishing I could take it into my mouth at that very moment, though I knew it'd be worth the wait!
He then bent his head down and pressed his wet lips onto my sweet nipples. What a feeling! His lips sent shivers all through my tits, into my stomach and finally into my cunt! I knew I was falling for this guy, as I sat there, just letting my come seep out of me and into my jeans (no, I wasn't wearing panties either). It was all just fantastic!
He sat there warmly holding the flesh of my chest and suckling my tasty nipples. I loved holding him closer to my chest and even feeding him by breasts. I could see how much pleasure he was getting from just my scrumptious nipples! I could tell by the way he was eating them, that he really cared for me. A girl can always tell these things, you know!
I then reached down into Kris's lap and unzipped his fly. I brought his penis out of his pants and was amazed all over again at the thickness and size of his cock. It was super sized, and I wrapped my hands around it with love.
He continued to lick and kiss and suck my tits, as I pumped his huge penis firmly with both hands, scrunching my tits together so that he could get a better bite on them. He ran his tongue around the circles of my nipples, as I pulled his pud with a big smile for his big dick. He felt so thick and meaty in my hands that I just relaxed and let my come rush out of my wet pussy. I wanted Kris so badly at that moment! You see, though I'd fooled around a bit, I'd yet to go all the way with a boy, but I knew that I wanted to give my fresh pussy to Kris. I knew he would be this gentle with me when I first set eyes on him. He made my cunt so wet with passion that I pumped harder on his hard cock.
He then looked at me and kissed me softly on the lips. I still couldn't get over what soft lips he had! They really turned me on, and his mouth just made me horny all over!
He reached down and took off my pants. The thick scent of my perfumed pussy filled his nose, and I was very proud of that fact! He reached down and put his middle finger on the outside lips of my vagina, and it slipped right through them! It was the first time I'd ever let a boy do that to me, and my cunt just salivated with come as it felt Kris's finger reach inside of it and probe around. He was a master at making my juice flow!
He then tickled my clitoris with two fingers, and I just started to come buckets. He knew how to use those fingers of his to their finest advantage, and I was glad to be on their receiving end!
He rubbed my clit until my come oozed out of my sweet pussy, over his hand and onto his car seat. I just sat back, with my meaty breasts to the wind and let him play with my pussy. It felt so good, having my twat juiced for the first time, and having it being so pleasant, too! It didn't hurt me at all to feel his fingers dig up into my cunt. I wanted him to have me, in any way that he cared for! This, I knew, was a real man!
I then couldn't stand the excitement, and a pressed my back to the car door and told him to please eat me out. A huge grin (Kris never smiles) flashed across his sweet face, and that made me feel warm all over again. I spread my legs apart and, having heard this from a girlfriend, pulled the lips of my pussy apart so that he could get a good strong taste of my cunt juice. I wanted him inside me so badly, I could taste it. Any part of him would I have taken into me at that exact moment of pleasure! He took off his neat shirt and bent down, bringing his super mouth onto the outside of my box.
I spread my pussy lips apart in front of Kris's face, as he merrily licked them and ran his tongue up and down their outer opening, making me come more than ever. He didn't mind one bit though, as he simply drank my jizz into his mouth and down his throat. He looked so cute with my wetness dripping off of his beard. I reached down and felt the hairs on his chin, and for some reason it made me come all the more. All this man had to do was look at me and I'd come in buckets, knowing that he'd be coming too!
He licked and rubbed my clitoris with the tip of his tongue. He sent small electrical impulses all through my pussy as he ran his mouth along the lips of my precious vagina, eating but my pussy as my cunt juice ran out from between my legs and mingled into his beard. I felt as though I'd never stop coming, as Kris licked my clit and even sucked my whole pussy into his warm mouth! It was a great sensation, and I knew I never wanted to give it up!
Not being able to control myself any longer, I sunk deep down into the car seat and told my new beloved, "I'm gonna come, Krissy!" as the come seemed to burst from out of my pussy and spray all over my dear's face. He never stopped licking and sucking my clit though, as I just sat back and came over and over again, until I didn't think I could possibly come again. Kris had milked out the entire inside of my pussy, and most of it was all over his face! He smiled and licked his big chops, then gave me a big kiss on the lips, the lips on my face that is. I could taste my come, but it didn't bother me at all. I knew then that nothing this young man could do would ever bother me!
"That felt so good honey," I told him, 'that I want to make you feel the same way!" I then gripped hard onto his incredibly stiff prick and threw my head onto it, with my wet mouth being wide open! I had never done that before, but his cock was just as I had expected it to be: Delicious!
I cupped his balls in one hand, and moved my head up and down his long, hard shaft at the same time. Krissy stretched out so far that I thought his feet would go through the floorboards. I gave a great deal of suction on Kris's stony cock (the same girlfriend had told me how to do it) as it was obviously driving him crazy with desire! I could even taste a little bit of my lover's come on my tongue, and it tasted scrumptious to me even then at that early point in our relationship. I loved feeling his sperm seep out of his huge dick and slither down my throat! I could tell how much joy it was giving him, too!
I bobbed my blonde head up and down on my beloved, as I had now come to think of him, for I could surely do this to no other man than the one that I loved. I squeezed his balls gently in my hand and found that my girlfriend was absolutely right, it did make Kris's cock stand harder in my mouth. Plus the warmth of my mouth made him thick as a lead pipe, and I loved it!
"I'm gonna come, Sweetheart!" my Krissy yelled, and his calling me Sweetheart made me beat him off into my succulent mouth all the more! I wanted to taste this man's come. I wanted to lick it and eat it all up, because I knew that if it was his, it had to be good!
Kris let out a low moan and raised his hips violently, causing his huge and wet prick to drive deeper into my closed mouth. The come shot out of my man's cock and splashed against the roof of my mouth, jumping all over in my throat and exploding down my neck.
My baby's jism was beautiful in my mouth, and I held as much as I could inside until the excess (he, too, came in buckets) flowed out of my lips, down the hot, hard shaft of his prick and settled in a small pool on his balls. Knowing that he'd love to see it, I lovingly and slowly licked my Kris's cock free of his come, taking every drop of it into my mouth and swallowing it. I could tell that he loved it, and he even wiped his own come off of his balls and fed it to me! That was a super moment for me, as I sat there and obediently ate all the come that my man fed to me from the tips of his fingers, just like the good girl I wanted to be for him. I ate up all of my Kris's jism and then gave his limp, wet penis another kiss, this time tasting what it felt like to suck on his rarely limp dick. It was very cute, and I loved the way it sat on my tongue, all tiny and spent. I licked his sperm from the corners of my mouth, and did it right in front of him so that he could see me eating his come. I savored every bit of it, and didn't let a drop go to waste.
I sat with Kris in the cool night air, as he turned to me, looked me deep in the eyes, and said, "I think I love you, my Karen. You are a beautiful woman!" He then gave me another kiss on the lips, after I quickly licked them dry, not wanting to make him sick with the taste of his own come. I had heard that it does that to some men.
I hugged him close and said, "I think I love you too! A lot as a matter-of-fact!" Then he walked me to the door, after I put myself back together of course, and then he kissed me under moonlight.
INTERVIEW TWO
Well Doctor, Kris called me almost every night after our first date. It was lovely speaking with him on the phone, and we made a second date, this time in his apartment! I almost wet my pussy as he told me he'd pick me up at eight the following evening. He said that he was even cooking dinner. What a catch this guy was, and I was lucky that I was smart enough to see it.
We sat in his apartment, eating the best French dinner I've ever had in my life. His cooking was excellent, and I couldn't believe it all. He was by far the finest all-around man I'd ever met.
He then held my hand and led me to his bedroom. I felt my nipples getting hard as he held me close and put his mouth on mine. We tongued each other until his penis was standing up in his pants, and I eagerly rubbed my aching pussy up against his dong. We gazed at each other and smiled.
"I do love you, Karen!" he breathed in my face. He stuck out his cute but long tongue and licked my mouth gingerly. I started seeping juices from out of my cunt as my tongue touched his.
"Oh, you know that I do, too!" I told him, as I picked up his warm hands and placed them on my tits, which were quite hot by then! I was wearing a satin shirt, and my bare nipples were trying to tear through the front of it. They were so hard on the ends of my tits, that I thought they were burning. I longed to feel Kris bite my rough nipples!
He slowly took off my clothes and laid me down on his soft, warm bed. He then turned off all the lights and lit a few candles. It was all so romantic that I couldn't believe how sweet he was being. I remember thinking that I always wanted him to stay this way.
He then slowly undressed in from of me. I ran my eyes all over his body lovingly, as he took off his shirt, then his pants and finally bared his prick to me. He grinned and blew kisses at me in the candle light.
His cock was stiff and looked so good to me in the near-darkness, that I immediately started coming in small drips. He was almost fully erect, and his balls hung down in front of me, making my mouth water.
We both then rec-lined on the bed, side by side and holding hands. My nipples were sticking up in the pools of my breasts, while Kris's penis bobbed up and down softly in his lap. Watching him there so vulnerable made me inch to get at his prick, and I was hoping he could smell my pussy already.
"Simon Says, baby," he told me, as he sat up momentarily and licked my nipples. He slowly ran the length of his wet tongue around the circles of my nipples, making them shine with his spit while I oozed some more come out of my pussy lips. He licked my tits, then gave them a final suck, shooting little currents of emotion through my hefty knockers.
"Now it's your turn," he said, then he laid down in the bed. I could see his chest rising and falling as his breathing increased. I could see that he really dug it when I licked him all over.
"You just close your eyes, my love," I informed him, "and I'll make all of your masturbatory dreams come true!" I sat up, careful not to touch him yet with any part of my body. I had decided that I was about to drive him totally insane with hot, wet desire there in his bed. With his eyes shut tightly, his senses would be mutiplied by several times, and I was going to give him a build up to his coming that he would never forget!
First I spread his arms and legs far apart, and pressed his hot body into the bed, so that he became completely relaxed. Then I kissed him on his mouth. I sat over him, making sure that I always touched him in one spot only, so that his senses would be directed right where I wanted them to go! It was gonna be the best, most violent come he'd ever have!
I ran my tongue around the cute circle of my Kris's lips. Then I stuck it inside his mouth, and fished around within the wet recesses of his throat. I could taste his spit, and he started to squirm around quietly, his cock already growing to its full, huge length. But I wasn't about to let him get off that easy, if you know what I mean!
I sucked his wet tongue into my mouth, and drank in his sweet saliva. It didn't gross me out at all, and I ate out his mouth as well as I could with my own, our juices mingling together on his lips. His cock was hard as a rock, and very red. I loved him so, and I wanted to let him know that, which was why I wanted to get his cock to come buckets, all over my body!
"Oh I love you, Karen!" he panted, as I could tell that my little sensory sex game was doing its job. He was pumping his erect penis up and down against his torso, as I watched it bounce right in front of my mouth. I stuck my tongue out, but stopped just before I tasted the tip of Kris's penis. I loved to be teasing him in this very erotic way!
I then pulled my chest up and over his mouth, as he held his eyes closed, obviously enjoying every second of it all! I then reached down and wiped some of my pussy juice onto my full nipples, then gently lowered them onto his lips.
Kris licked and sucked on my hard nipples, drinking my cunt drippings as his cock flailed about wildly on his crotch. He bit my tit ends, as I squeezed my flesh and shoved them as far into his mouth as they would go. I wanted him to want these tits of mine for the rest of his life now, so I had to try my hardest to spoil him with them.
He sucked long and hard on my knockers, which I could see was really making him sick with sexual longing. His poor heart was beating now at about a mile a minute, and his dick was cutting through the air.
I then took my nipples gently out of his wet mouth and ran my tongue across his chest, stopping to suck on his nipples and bite them between my teeth. I made his tits red, as he moaned in a soft, low voice. I almost reached down to touch his cock, but I grabbed his hand and didn't let him get away with it. He then smiled with his eyes closed, knowing that it would be worth the wait in the end.
I continued my tongue on down his tummy as I felt the curls of my hair fall onto his stiff cock. He bobbed it up and down in front of my face, but I just sat there, poised right over it, and moved my lips so that they almost, but never quite, touch his hard shaft. He could feel my hot breath on his dick and tried to pop it in my mouth, but I wanted him to beg for it by the time I was through. I stared at his lovely cock as it stood before my face.
I then started to suck on my man's toes, then slowly worked my way up along the hairy length of his meaty legs. I loved biting and sucking on his thigh meat, as his prick jumped not six inches away from my teasing head. I was driving him crazy, and we both loved every minute of it!
I ran my tongue along his thighs, sucking in his hairs and smelling his sweet cock odor right next to my nose. I licked his legs and nibbled on the meat, making his dick fly the closer I moved my face toward it.
I then finally, though quickly, popped the head of his prick just into my lips. His cock jerked in my mouth, as if it had been charged through with electricity. I sucked briefly on his penis, sipping the jism that had immediately climbed to the top. It was, of course, a delicious desert!
I then moved my crotch up to his head and sat on his face, popping my wet pussy onto his mouth. He was very surprised, but delighted obviously, as he shot his wet tongue into my cunt, eating out my juices and sucking the lips of my hairy pussy deep into his mouth. I felt like he would swallow me whole, as I sat on his mouth, letting Kris drink the jism out of my pussy. He knew how to work his mouth as he sipped my pussy dry.
I moved my twat up and down on my baby's face, smearing my cunt all over his mouth. He just smiled and licked the juice off of his face, then licked me with love as I settled my pussy on his mouth. He stuck that hot tongue of his all the way up my twat, eating me out like I was his last meal before the firing squad. He kissed my cunt as I caressed his hair in my hands.
Deciding that he'd finally had enough, I slipped off his wet face and hovered over his stiff dong with my cunt, took careful aim at his quivering cock, then jumped onto it as it stood to meet my meat.
His eyes burst open with his mouth, as I saddled his body gun with passion. His dick slid right into me, and I was proud that my pussy was so sopping wet that it didn't hardly hurt me, this being my first time and all remember.
"Oh, I adore you, Krissy!" I said, as I bent down for his arms to wrap around my back.
He held me close, as he pumped his stiff dick up and down inside of my pussy. I was coming in droves, and could feel my juice dripping down onto the meat of his legs.
"I love you, too, honey!" he exclaimed, as moved my cunt wetly up and down his dick, making it all slimy with my come juice. His hard rea shaft was rubbing along my clitoris, giving me a wonderful sensation that I'd never even dreamed about before. I was so happy that I waited for Kris's cock to be the first one to fill my hole. He was hugging me with warmth as he fucked me lovingly. We kissed passionately, as I loved the feel of his cock inside my waist.
I then sat up as he put his hot hands on my even hotter tits. I squeezed my breasts with his hands, feeling his cock getting even harder in my pussy. I wanted to keep Kris as hard as I could, since we both loved the feeling. I held my tits so that my precious nipples were sticking straight out, which Kris sat up to eat immediately, of course.
The act of feeding him my hot tits while his dick was up my cunt, was making me shake all over. I squirmed and bounced on his rod as he sucked and squeezed my tits. I felt our breathing grow stronger by the second. When Kris's cock exploded this time, I knew that it would be a lulu.
Kris's dick pulled in and out of my wet hole, spreading my juice all over us and making his heart boom in his chest. I could tell that he was ready to come, which was alright by me because my pussy was starting to feel a little raw, it being newly broken in and all.
"I'm gonna come, Karrie!" my man screamed, as I bounced back down on his chest, feeling his heart pounding against my tits.
"Come in me, darling!" I told him, as I sat up and pumped my pussy over his hard shaft, making my come flow out as I kissed him hard on the mouth, our tongues meeting as we groaned together.
Kris's come shot out of his dick and splashed into my pussy. It was a fabulous feeling that I just can't describe. His come was very hot and never seemed to stop flying out of his prick, as it hit the end of my vagina and dripped out onto my baby's balls. His come was wet and sticky, and it filled my cunt to capacity. I squeezed the excess onto his scrotum, then jumped off of him and sucked his cock dry. There was still lots of jism stuffed in Kris's dick, and I drank it all as I sucked his wet dick onto my tongue. I gulped down his juice, then licked it off of his hot balls. I sucked on my lips until I had eaten all of his thick and lovely come.
We then held each other, content and very satisfied. I knew that this was the beginning of a lifetime for the both of us together.
CONCLUSION
Karen married Kris and is, to this day, ecstatically happy. They settled down in a large beach house on the water, with several dogs and kids, in that order. Karen will tell you that they are in Heaven if you should ask, though in Kris's mind, they are on a planet far away from here.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Jane R. AGE: Twenty.
INTERVIEW ONE
The following case of Miss Jane R. is a strange one indeed. She walked into my office on a hot August day, sitting up on my couch. She wore a lengthy, jeweled gown, and seemed to have the air of an heiress.
She sat clutching her white gloves. I could see that she was an extremely nervous young woman, as she was shaking horribly. I felt very sorry for her, as she spun her sad tale of woe.
She spoke very softly, so I turned up my recorder. I could tell that I was in for a mental work-out with this girl.
Jane R. had short but full black hair, and a very nice, full body. Her skin looked quite soft, and she had an excellent complexion.
Doctor, we started with the most humble of beginnings, and worked our way up the ladder of success. It just goes to show what a great amount of stress can lead to in today's society.
My folks were very poor, starting with only the essentials. My father was a common laborer in the South, and I cannot recall us living in one place for more than three years at a time. We were always one short step in front of the bill collector. For one whole summer we even had to live on canned dog food. The liver and onions flavor tasted gross, though my father always told me to "Eat my liver," but the Beef flavor was not too bad.
All I can remember of my childhood is the constant fighting that went on between my mom and dad. See, I was their only child, and I guess they were always in big disagreement over how to raise me best.
But my father was by far the most strict of the two, and whenever I wanted something that my dad wouldn't approve of, I simply asked my mom for it, and I always got just what I wanted. My mom couldn't help herself, because she really did love Dad and she didn't ever want to see me unhappy.
We finally settled into our first house, which had peeling walls and creaking wooden floorboards, but at least it was ours! Dad and Mom were very proud, and we walked all around the neighborhood as if we owned the street.
Once I was over at a friend's house and we were watching her television. There was an ad for a new bicycle that had just come onto the market. I had just gotten big enough to ride one, so I asked my folks one night when they were both together if they would get it for me. It was a beauty, with shiny chrome and red, sparkled handlebars.
My dad yelled that it was way too much, even though he was now making enough money to keep a solid roof over our heads. I remember how sad I felt, because it was the first time I'd ever asked for anything from them, always knowing that they could never afford it before that day.
I sat there and listened to my mom plead with him to give in. After all, I was always a very good girl, and I honestly thought that I deserved something nice now. I mean, only two short years before that date, I'd asked for a doll for Christmas, and I wound up getting a kosher salami with two buttons stuck in the top for eyes. I was very happy with it, and slept with it under my pillow. When I woke the next morning though, it was gone, as my dad had eaten it for breakfast, the only evidence being the thick farts, that were lingering in the air as I sat at the kitchen table.. I could even see the buttons on his plate!
Anyway, my dad refused to buy me that little girl's bike, saying that he'd get it for me when I was twenty-one. I told him I'd be too big for it then, and he said, "So what sense is there in asking for it anyway?" I could never win with my dad.
But my mom took a little of his money, a bit at a time, and after six weeks she bought me that bicycle, which I had to keep at my girlfriend's house so that Dad wouldn't find out.
Well one day I was racing with my friend on our bikes, zooming down the street, when a big car turned the corner and almost ran me down! I swerved and landed up on a concrete walkway. My ankles were cut and bleeding as I ran home to my folks, crying. My dad was so furious that I'd gotten the bike behind his back, that he smashed it on the ground in front of me, then went out back and wrapped the handlebars around my dog's throat! My mom and I had to bury the dog and the bars together. It was so sad!
My dad then marched mom up into their room, where he must've done some thing very perverse to her, since she came out in hysterics and shook for the next three weeks whenever Dad would enter the room.
Well, one day we all went down to Pirate's World, a place in Florida that no longer exists. Dad said that we'd earned "the right to be seen in the public eye with him again." My dad had gotten very pompous ever since he'd bought the house. He even farted a lot more.
But there we were at that amusement park. I was thirteen then, and had just begun to get budding boobs. My nipples were getting pointy also. My dad wouldn't buy me a training bra, of course, saying that it cost too much. I heard them arguing over it one night, and Mom called him a pervert, and told him that she knew he watched me bathing at night, which I hadn't known. But I always closed the shower curtains after that.
My dad sent Mom for some hot dog and cokes, then tried his best to get away from her in the crowd. He gripped on tight to my little hand as we walked through the place.
He took me to the Steeple Chase, where all these horses were moved along electric rails on the ground. They were fake horses, of course, and Dad told me to get on one of them with me. He made me sit in his wet lap, as I clung on to the fake head of the horse.
The ride scared the shit out of me, because it was very wobbly and seemed very dangerous. Dad just laughed, though, and hung on to me tightly, squeezing my tiny chest so that his hands covered my tits. I didn't think anything of it, of course, but I did wonder what was happening when he started to drool on my shoulders. He touched my little nipples with his fingertips, as he laughed and dribbled spit out of the corners of his mouth.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" I asked him, as he hugged my titties and occasionally reached down to feel my little pussy.
"I'm just making sure that nothing happens to you, Janey," he told me, and kept feeling up my tiny body with wet palms. He held me tight against his big chest, and put one hand on my chest, and the other over my crotch. I was getting a very strange feeling down there, and I could feel my whole body start to quiver.
"This is a little game that daddies play with their little girls," he whispered into my ear, soaking it with his spit. He even popped his wet tongue into my little ear, licking it and biting on my earlobe.
I felt something on my little ass getting hard, and I figured it was only a part of the horse that I'd missed seeing before. It was Daddy getting an erection, of course, though I had no idea at the time. He rubbed his crotch up against my little butt, as he made strange noises in my ear. I was praying that the stupid ride would stop already.
Dad hurried so that Mom couldn't find us among all the hot people, and he led me to a water ride in which you sit on rubber mattress down on the stream of water, then fiberglass.
"Wanna cool off?" he asked me, and I was sure I could smell him farting. He was grinning like a madman, and he walked me up to the ticket counter and paid for our admission.
"O.K., Daddy," I told him. Since I'd never been told about sex, and was much too shy to speak of it in school, I had no idea about the strange way he was acting with me that day.
We climbed up a long and winding flight of stairs, finally reaching the top. We put our matress down on the stream of water, then Daddy sat down with me on his lap again. This time I could feel something very hard in his lap, and he held me onto his prick harder than ever.
"Wheeee!" he sang, as we rode down on the column of water. He gripped onto my chest again so hard that I could barely breathe. He rubbed his stiff dick into the crack of my ass very quickly. I laughed very quietly because I thought that he was playing, just like he had told me.
But then he wouldn't let me go as he rubbed my body against his dick, getting it hard as he could in his bathing trucks, which he'd changed into before we climbed the stairs. My butt was jerking off his cock as it rubbed against his fat stomach. He was laughing that bizarre laugh again, too.
He took me on that ride several times, until I was drenched and quite exhausted. Every time I could feel his penis getting harder and harder. He even gripped my head and legs and rubbed my whole ass against his crotch as we zoomed down that water tunnel. His breathing was getting so strong, that I could feel his chest rising and falling on my back.
On the last time down, my father wrapped his arms around my waist and squeezed my buttocks against his cock as he let out a low, deep yell that really scared the hell out of me. He came in his pants, holding his oozing dick against my ass as his sperm rinsed away in the flowing water. He came for about half a minute, though I didn't realize what had happened until later on, of course.
"There," he said when we were finished, 'that wasn't so bad now, was it Janey dear?" He patted my head just like I was a dog.
"No Daddy," I said. "But why did you yell back there?" I asked him, looking into his strange eyes.
"Oh, because I got scared," he answered, which was good enough for me. We then walked on until we found my mother in the crowd. Daddy walked up to her with an angry look in his eye.
"Where the hell were you?" he asked of her. "We've been looking high and low!" Mom looked at me, seeing my dazed expression, then turned back to scrutinize my father's face. He only answered her confused look with a long, blank stare. We all turned to go home at that point.
Things were fairly normal at home after that, though. At least for a while they were, anyhow.
About a week later, Daddy came into my room one night to tuck me in, which I though was strange, since he hadn't done it in five years. He leaned into my face, and I could smell a lot of alcohol on his breath.
"Mommy's asleep dear," he whispered in my ear, "and I've come in to tell you goodnight." He then reached down into his pajama bottoms and gripped his penis. His breathing increased as he pulled down my covers.
"My my, but arent you getting to be a big girl!" he sighed, as he ran his eyes along my growing, and just developing, body. "I bet you've gotten big all over!"he breathed, as he reached up and undid the buttons on my nightshirt.
He pumped his pud smoothly as he crouched there, whispering to me in the darkness of my locked room. I was a little scared, because he'd never acted like this before, but he kept his voice calm so as not to frighten me too much. He smiled at me as he moved his hand up and down his prick..
"This is another game Daddy only plays with his little girl," he said, as he pulled his penis in his pants. He felt my shirt slowly with his hand as he jerked off with fury.
He opened my shirt slowly, revealing two very small but definitely growing breasts. He gazed at them lovingly, and ran his palm over them as he beat his meat, his eyes getting wider all the time.
"Look at that!" he said. "My little girls growing up!" He squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples between his fingers, making them hard. I was surprised myself, as I looked down at my chest and discovered that there was something actually growing there. I watched the way my nipples hardened when Daddy played with my sweet, young titties.
"Isn't that nice?" he asked me, and smiled. I smiled back at him, since it was the first thing he'd done that didn't scare me. Maybe Daddy really only wants to play, I thought, as his hand moved faster now. He bent down and kissed my mouth, running his wet tongue along my lips. He had never kissed me that way before, and it caused me to breathe harder, sending my tiny tits further up into the air as my chest rose and failed.
"Oh, I love you, Janey," Daddy panted. "I love to kiss my baby's lips!" And kiss them he did. He knelt there on the floor and sucked my lips into his wet mouth, running his tongue over them while staring at my budding young breasts, which were right in front of his face. His breath smelled very rancid, but I just tried to cherish his affections as much as I could. He hardly gave me any, you see, over the years of my childhood.
"Let me see how they taste!" he said, as he leaned forward and kissed my little breasts. Daddy rolled his long tongue over the rocks of my nipples, as he squeezed the flesh of my breasts. I could feel his hot breath on my chest as he sucked on my nipples, making them all wet and biting gently on my boobs. Finally, I was sensing that something was wrong.
Daddy wasn't supposed to do that to me, I thought. I also felt that funny feeling again in my stomach, and this time my pussy was starting to shake. I felt drops of fluid seeping out of me, and I thought that I was peeing in my pants. I found that the more Daddy caressed my tits and chewed on my nipples, the wetter I was getting down there. And so the more the whole experience tended to scare me, as I let my father suck my nipples with his hot tongue.
He let out that long moan again, and again it scared me. He clamped his eyes shut and held onto his dick, doubling over as he came all in his pants. He bit one of my nipples so hard when he was coming, that I felt as though my chest had been cut into. I squealed, which only seemed to make him come some more. He pumped every last drop of sperm from his cock, as he drooled cold spit onto my precious little tits. I had almost cried from the hurt in my nipple.
Daddy then brought up a wet, white-stained hand, and patted my face. It was cold and wet where he patted me, and I figured he must've peed like I did, only it had hurt him much harder that it did me.
"That's my baby girl!" he sighed quietly, as he removed his wet palm from my cheek. His come dripped down my face, but he only looked at it and smiled. He wiped the rest onto his pajamas.
"Now you go to sleep," he whispered, "and never tell Mommy what we just did together, because that's just our little secret!" He then stood up and gave me a big, wet kiss on the mouth. He let his wet tongue flop into my mouth as he pressed his lips to mine.
After he'd shut the door, I wiped his sperm off onto my pillow. The smell was so heavy, that I had to turn my pillow over to go to sleep.
INTERVIEW TWO
Janey came into my office three weeks later. She was crying by the time she had left me the first time, but I promised her that if she returned, she'd feel much better after only one session. She finally agreed that she wanted to tell the rest of her traumatic tale.
However, since she told me that she couldn't bear to come back for more than one session, I raised the price of her second interview considerably.
Well Doctor, one week after that night, and after I'd been talking to several of my friends at school, Daddy had gotten more and more offensive. The girls all told me what my father had done, and I couldn't believe it was all true. My father never gave me any love before, but he was never perverted with me either.
by this time, we'd gotten a ton of money from Daddy's new construction company he had formed with some old working buddies of his. We now had anything that we could possibly want, but my Daddy had also completely flipped out by then. It's like my Daddy used to tell me when he was still sane, "I feel more like I do now, than I did before!" And now I can see that he was right!
The next evening, after I'd gone to bed, I tossed and turned, not being able to fall asleep no matter what I did. I decided to drink a glass of milk, which one person told me was a natural tranquilizer.
On my way back to bed, I heard some loud, strange noises coming from Mom and Dad's room. The door had been left open a crack, so I tip-toed over to it in my little jammies, and peered through the crack' and into their, bedroom. What I saw in there was enough to make a fish fart!
Daddy was standing at the side of the bed, decked out in a gentleman's tuxedo, with his erect penis sticking out of his zipper! Mom meanwhile was sprawled out on her back, completely naked, and she was sticking her tongue out and licking his penis! She had her legs spread wide open, and Daddy was rubbing a long black cane along the mouth of her cunt. The cane was shiny with her juice as Daddy said, "Lick it, my lovely! Lick my erect penis and balls, you lowly scum!" He was speaking in a different accent, like an English gentleman.
Man didn't seem to mind his sex games, but she didn't seem to be enjoying them a whole lot, either. At least she was letting herself come, I thought, remembering what my friends had told me.
I was so stunned all I could do was sit on the floor and watch. I was still a bit scared, because all of this was so new to me.
Mother sucked on Daddy's scrotum, making the shaft of his penis stand up into the air over her face. I was amazed at how large a man's penis was. If they really put that thing between a woman's legs, I thought, it sure much hurt a lot. I didn't want to see it, so I turned to go.
As I did however, one of the floorboards creaked. I suppose no matter how much money you make, you can never buy a good floorboard. It made a loud popping noise, which made me swing my head around to see if the folks had noticed. I gulped in air as I was staring right into my father's face.
"Get in here, young lady!" he told me sternly. "I'll teach you to spy on your Mommy and Daddy!" He slammed the cane onto the floor hard, which made both Mom and me jump. He'd certainly never done that before, otherwise I'd have heard it long ago, I thought.
I became very scared, and my mother yelled, "No! Not the child! She doesn't know anything about sex! You can't possibly want to involve her with us!" My poor mom was almost hysterical.
My dad quickly crossed over to her and whacked her on the butt with his cane! Mom screamed as all of a sudden we both realized that Dad had kinda gone crazy. Fucking my tight little cunt had now become an obsession with him, and he wasn't about to let this chance go by.
He pointed to me with the stick, and I quietly walked over to the bed where he had pointed for me to go. I was praying that he wouldn't hit me. I was so scared I was almost crying!
"Get in bed with your mother!" he ordered, and I did. Mom raised her voice to him, but he raised his cane. Mom whispered to me that Daddy was suffering from nerves, and that he was having a breakdown. But once this was over, she'd see to it that he was given medical help. She told me all this as Daddy had walked to the other side of the room, removing all of his clothes.
"Take that off, young lady," he said to me, indicating my jammies. I slipped out of them, and now the three of us were completely naked. We should be one big, happy family, I thought.
I turned my head as Daddy walked toward us with his long dick sticking out. I looked at Mom, who now looked frightened at what was about to happen. "Just forget it all later!" she whispered, as Daddy smashed his cane on the ground again. He stood in front of us with a huge erection.
"Well, my two bed ladies," he said, "here together at last!" I felt sorry for my pop, because I knew it wasn't him saying those things. The actual man wasn't much better of course, but at least he wasn't crazy. I supposed that after working so hard to be somebody, Daddy had flipped out when he got his own business. Some folks, I knew, just couldn't handle success.
He dropped his cane and said, "I want you to eat Mommy!" as he waved me over to my mother, who had closed her eyes. "I'm sorry," she told me. "I'm so sorry that you have to do this!" We both knew though, that if I didn't do it, we'd both get a hard beating. So, under the threat of violence, I scooted over to eat out my mother in bed.
"Lick her!" Daddy yelled at me, as I slowly looked at my mother's open pussy. Her twat lips were swollen and wet, and I thought of how much bigger they were than mine. I couldn't imagine that one day, my cunt might look like hers, because mine was so small and all.
"Do it!" he yelled, and he pushed my face into her pussy. My mother's juices stuck to my face, as I pulled my nose out from her vaginal lips. Her smell was so thick that I had to cough.
"Daddy loves you," Mom told me, reassuringly. "And he doesn't know what he's doing. We must forgive him for it." She then closed her eyes again and said, "And you know that I love you, too." She spread her pussy apart with her fingers, and I gathered my courage and kissed her cunt.
My mother's pussy was soaking wet, as my sweet, young tongue touched the outside lips of her cunt. She was so wet that her come stuck to my mouth, as I ran my tongue up and down the lengthy lips of her womanhood. I just kept telling myself that it was all a horrible dream.
"Get into it, woman!" Dad yelled at my mother, who then faked some passionate breathing. This made my dad smile, as he gripped his dick and whipped in in front of us. I couldn't believe how bizarre this scene was for me!
I then sucked the wet lips of my mother's twat deep into my mouth. Her juices slipped over my tongue as they tasted like watered-down battery acid to me. But I found that if I kept my saliva down, I could suck Mom's pussy without feeling like I was about to throw up.
She spread her twat further apart as I stuck my tongue deep inside the wet cavern of her cunt. She was incredibly wet in there, and her juices were flowing down my soft chin and onto the bedsheets. Mom was oozing out a lot of jism from her pussy, and I just licked it and sucked on it so that I wouldn't be beaten. And Mom was doing her part for the same reason.
Meanwhile, Daddy was whipping his dick with relish. It was bobbing up and down in his firm hand, as he watched my soft, pink tongue dart in and out of my mother's cunt. He squeezed his balls and made his rod harder, and he laughed in our direction as he forced me to eat my mother's pussy. This would never be seen on "Father Knows Best," I thought, that's for sure!
I found my mom's clitoris with the tip of my wet tongue, and I proceeded to stimulate it and tickle it wildly. I could see Daddy watching me from the corner of my eye, and I didn't want him to hurt my mother anymore. So I tried to eat her out the best way that I could. How hard could it be? I remember thinking, it's right there in front of it. Do it like you'd want it done to you. I was very careful not to bite or hurt my mother any more than she had been hurt already.
Mom's pussy oozed out lots of fluid as I ran my tongue up and down her clit. It just felt like another pair of lips to me, which was the only way I thought I could get through all of this. Mom's juices were running out of her twat now, and making my whole face slick with their wetness. Her smell got more heavier as she let the come pour out from between her legs.
Mom's breathing became very heavy, as I realized that I was actually getting my mother off! I loved my mother, and I felt so sad that Daddy had hit her, that I tried to look on this as one way I could make the situation easier for her, both of us being under Daddy's evil influence.
Mom arched her back, as her come dripped out of her twat and made large pools of sticky, musky fluid. It made her thighs shine and put large wet spots on the mattress of their bed. Mother sighed as she felt my pink, virginal tongue darting about inside of her pussy.
Just then Daddy stopped pulling his penis and said, "Both of you, up here!" He wanted us to sit up in bed, and we obeyed. He could be the man with the big stick at any moment, and I don't mean his dick! Mom and I both sat up at that moment, right before Daddy's horizontal cock. It pointed out from his hairy balls like an arrow on a traffic sign.
"Come on and suck your Daddy's cock! Both of you!" he said as I looked at my mother, who gave me a warm hug. It wasn't nearly so bad for me now, knowing that my sweet mom was in it all with me. We both embraced, then moved our hot heads up to Daddy's dick. He gripped it with one hand, and held his balls with the other, as he barked out his incestuous orders.
"Suck my cock, both of you!" he screamed. "First one, and then the other! Go back and forth!" He was spitting on our heads-as he loomed there above us, his huge dick in both of his hands.
He made a move towards my head, but I didn't want to get a hurt neck out of all of this, so I plunged forward, keeping my eyes closed and my sweet mouth, which was still wet from my mother's pussy, wide open.
My father's cock entered my mouth very easily, being aided by the wetness of my mother's come. Daddy moved his hairy ass back and forth, thrusting his prick in and out of the wet darkness of my mouth. His cock was very big and thick, and I could feel the hairs on his dick getting stuck between my teeth. He didn't seem to mind it though, as he stood there and let his only child suck on his prick. He smiled stupidly as I ate his penis.
He then pulled it out of my mouth and quickly shifted his hips, focusing his long tool right in front of my mother's open mouth. She must've done this a lot over the years, I remembered, so I decided to watch her suck on my father's cock so that I wouldn't get him angry by doing it wrong.
My daddy's prick ran in and out of my mom's mouth, as a little bit of her saliva dripped out of her lips and onto the bed in long, tiny strings. She sucked on pop's penis with both eyes closed tight, a secure seal formed by her lips on the hot and hairy shaft of his cock. He banged her mouth wildly, as he reached down and pulled on one of her nipples. He pinched it, which made my mother emit a deep moan, muffled by his cock being in her mouth. Daddy squeezed Mom's tits, as she sat up in bed and sucked his long, hard cock deep into her mouth. This must really be very erotic, I thought, between two normal loving people. It was too bad that there was only one of them present at the time!
Daddy then reached over and gripped my chin. I opened my mouth, thinking that he was going to feed me his wet, hard cock again. Instead, he moved my head down under his balls, and lowered his hips so that his hot nuts J entered my open, wet mouth. I took my father's balls into my little mouth and sucked on them. Slowly at first, getting used to their taste, then faster, as I didn't want to piss Daddy off. I even though that together, Mom and I could 've ripped his dick to shreads, but I got the idea that she did not want this for him either.
So there we were in the same bed, my mother sucking deeply on my father's cock, while I rolled his balls around in my mouth, sucking on them and trying to swallow his scrotum whole. I knew that the harder I sucked on Daddy's bag, the bigger and harder his prick would become in my mom's mouth, who had always been the one I wanted to please, after the rough treatment she'd gotten from dad.
Daddy then reached down and fondled both of our tits, mine in his left hand and my mother's in his right. He stood there smiling, squeezing our breasts as I gulped down his balls in my mouth, and mom's pulled on his pud with the firm suction of her mouth. At least he wasn't yelling anymore, and with his hands full he couldn't hit us anymore, either.
I looked down on Mom from that difficult angle, and I saw that her legs were almost completely soaked due to the come flowing out of her legs. I then glanced down at my own, and my eyes widened as I craned my neck to see that I, too, had been coming all down my legs! Suddenly I felt the stickiness of my own jism flowing straight down the entire length of my legs, just like a cool mountain stream. My come was pouring out from my sweet, young pussy and running down my creamy, white thighs. Trying hard to block the situation out of my mind, I thought that I had suddenly felt like a woman! My cunt juices were flowing freely, and it all made my legs slippery and smooth. Sucking on my daddy's cock and balls must have made my come in little rivers, and the come on my legs seemed to sizzle in the heat of the evening air, blowing through the open window.
Daddy then said, "Lie down, both of you!" We both rec-lined on the wet sheets, our come sticking to our backs in the heat. It felt good to relax after being twisted like a pretzel, and I could see that Mom was sinking into the sheets, also.
Daddy then stood before us, spread our legs apart wide, and said, "Now for the main act!" and swooped down and shoved his penis way up my mother's pussy. My little eyes bugged out, because that to me looked gross! And painful, too. But Mom just lay back and enjoyed it. They both smiled as they fucked each other madly and with wet passion.
Dad crammed his prick deep inside of Mom's cunt. He shoved it in and out of her cunt, making her wet pussy lips go in and out of her hole. I watched it all in wild fascination. I never pictured it like this! Dad's hot balls, wet from my saliva, were slapping against Mom's hairy pussy lips, and making a loud, wet kissing noise. It was almost funny as I heard as well as saw my father fucking my mother straight up her cunt. Her come was splattering out from around the thick plug of his prick, and was flying in thick drops onto the bed underneath their legs. They looked like they loved to be fucking each other.
But then my dad turned to me and said, "Now it's your turn!" He pulled his wet prick out of my mother's cunt, and crawled over to where I was on the bed. I started to shake with fear.
"No, don't!" Mom said to him, and he hauled off and slapped the shit out of her face. She immediately brought her hand to her cheek, as she backed away from my father in horror.
"don't cry, Mom!" I told her. "I'll be alright!" I couldn't bear to see my mother, helpless and sobbing, so I turned my head and tried to brace myself for what scared the hell out of me. My little heart was pounding in my little chest, my tits bobbing up and down with the pounding.
Daddy jumped onto me, and tore through my clean, tight young pussy with such force that I wished I were dead. He crammed his thick, stiff cock between my legs, ripping open my perfect hymen, assuring it never to be the same.
The blood from my pussy mixed with the come, from out of Mom's cunt, on Daddy's stiff cock. Tears filled my eyes as I cried very, very softly. My pussy felt extreme pain, though I was naturally afraid to cry out.
Daddy's dick burst into my tight little twat, opening it up like a needle in an arm. He pumped his huge member in and out of my incredibly small cunt, filling up my inner walls to the point of collapse! I thrashed and jerked around in the bed, as my blood poured Out and stained the sheets forever. Through my swimming and foggy mind, I thought that Daddy should be made to see those blood-soaked sheets every day and night. Then again, I realized, it wasn't he who was busting up my hymen, mentally it was someone else.
"Boy, does bloodying up virgins bring back memories!" Daddy raved, as his thrust his dick deeper into my twat, stuffing it up totally. His entire cock in my cunt felt like a wild animal in a cage, trying desperately to get out. It hurt my poor, used pussy so much, that I just kept wishing I could pass out, even though the pain would undoubtably just wake me up again!
Finally, Daddy came! He let out a throaty yell and pulled his swollen cock out of my swollen cunt. Holy shit, but did it feel good to relieve the pressure in my pussy! My cunt felt like it had been destroyed for life, so battered and bruised was it!
Daddy pulled his large pud standing over us. He shook it violently, spraying his salty come drops all over Mom and me. Daddy came rivers onto our faces and bodies, his prick shooting out sperm through the air and finally onto our tits. He then smeared his sperm all over our breasts and legs, and then crammed his fingers into our mouths. Daddy's come tasted very salty and heavy, and he bathed us in his sperm as if he were finger-painting. He whipped his dick until every drop had fallen onto our hot, wet bodies, then he finally fell exhausted onto the bed.
Mother suddenly jumped up and off of the mattress, grabbed the cane and clubbed the fuck out of Daddy, as his eyes rolled up in his head and he went unconscious. Apparently it was the highly pitched scream that had finally left the depths of my throat that had brought my mother out of her frenzy.
What a fucking sight we all must have been! Me, sitting up in bed and screaming, my father knocked out and dreaming and my mother standing over him, with a long, bloody stick in her hands, while the bed was stained with huge spots of sweat, come and blood. CONCLUSION
Well, well! It was all I could do to keep my cock covered underneath my bullshit writing pad, on which I'm usually drawing penises entering vaginas, or big tits, stuff like that. Her descriptions were so vivid that I could almost smell her blood in my office.
Jane R. told me that they hauled her father away that day, and threw him into a padded cell. She said that her mother explained all of his actions as follows:
Jane's father had been a hard working stiff, with no sense of humor, his entire life. He had been dressing up and speaking as an English aristocrat ever since Jane's mother had known him. It had also been the only way that the poor asshole could get it up.
Now, when Jane's father finally acquired the wealthy status position he'd always pretended that he had while in the bedroom (wow, I feel like that actor at the end of Psycho," explaining the crime!), his two personalities clashed, and, to put it clinically, he had become very fucked up. Apparently, success was far too much for him to accept. He is now residing in a home for the criminally insane, where it is reported that he farts out percussion notes during the communal singalongs.
However, precisely where and when he developed his incestuous urges, the world may never know.
Miss Jane R., severely traumatized for life by the shock and subsequent shame brought on by her father's rape, has since become an alcoholic, pops Valium like they were red hots and suffers from what I like to refer to as The Shakes. I feel very sorry for this young woman whose mind is gone, because I have to call her daily to remind her to pay her bill. Only by accepting large amounts of money from this woman can I know that I've done my best for her.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Beth L. AGE: Twenty-five
INTERVIEW ONE
Beth L. was a lovely girl. She had long blonde hair, and a very appealing smile. She reminded me of one of those filthy Hippie-types from the middle sixties.. You know, one of those assholes that were saying "War is bad!" and shit like that. It was my hope that they'd all been killed off in their dorms during all those campus riots, but appearently not. But you know the honorable code of the psychiatric types: We don't give a shit about the condition of the patients, just as long as they pay their bills.
Well Doctor, I grew up in Denver, Colorado. It was absolutely beautiful country, and I was very happy as a little girl. We had a big house on Colfax Avenue, the main street of the city. I had just about everything I could ask for before I had to ask for it, so I was not a spoiled child. I had little yellow curls and a very cute smile at all times.
My father was a gunsmith, and he bought his own shop shortly before I was born. He was always careful with his weapons though, and never kept them lying around the house for me to get into. Incidentally, I think that guns suck. I've seen what they can do to a person, intentionally or accidentally, and it's very horrible. Daddy alway wondered why I didn't follow in his gunpowder-stained footprints. I couldn't bear to tell him my real reasons though, because he sure did love him guns. My mother later told me that they were a penis substitute for him.
My daddy was a good man, though later on in his marriage with my mother he had strayed a bit with his erections, if you get my drift. But then again, my mother had let herself go towards the end.
Daddy had a typical gun and macho attitude, and he would be very demanding on my mother as to how to get him off in bed. I had found this out on my own at a very early age.
I was drifting off to sleep one night, when I thought I heard a noise from my parents' bedroom, which was just across the hall. I was a scared little girl, so I crawled along the floor and cracked open my bedroom door a bit. I could look across the hall and see Mom and Dad performing bedroom antics, if you get my drift. My little eyes popped open, along with my mouth, as I watched them going at it.
Daddy had handcuffed Mommy to the bedposts and was holding a gun at her head. He stood over her (she was naked) and made her suck his cock, which he had dipped down into Mommy's mouth. I found out years later that the gun was never really loaded, but that he liked to use it on her in bed.
Well, Mommy put up with this for as long as she could, then told my dad that she didn't want to do it anymore. They had a furious argument, and Daddy stormed out of the house. He didn't come back home until the following afternoon, and Mommy knew that he had gotten laid someplace else that night. She cried very much that evening, and I sat with her and held her hand. She tried from then on to do whatever my dad wanted her to do, but that didn't last long. That was only the beginning of their breaking up.
As time went on, Daddy asked more and more of her in the bedroom. It really wasn't sick stuff, it was all just a result of his bullshit macho attitude, and it quickly became apparent that my mother couldn't come with him anymore. She would try and try, but her cunt would just dry up, and she knew that she was falling out of love with him. His penis had come between them, if you get my drift.
They finally divorced when I was fourteen, and my mother got custody of me. We moved to Wyoming, which was even more beautiful than Colorado. I loved it there, and acquired many new friends.
One of them was named Bob, and he was a very handsome boy that I'd met in junior high school. I made him notice me, and he would ask me over to his house to do our homework together after school. Mommy always made sure that his mother was at home all day, so that I was never alone with Bob. She called up his house half the time and checked up on us. We'd always be sitting up in his room, reading and holding hands under his desk. He was very sweet to me, and I developed an incredibly strong crush on him then.
After about two months of our studying together though, his mother was called out of the house and had to pick up Bob's dad, who's car had broken down. He worked at a mill about an hour away, round trip. When she had left, Bob smiled at me and gave me a secret wink. I became warm all over, and hoped that my mother would not call his house that day.
"You know that I love you," Bob told me, "don't you, Beth?" He was so cute, especially because he was a little bit shy. I could see his face getting red as he spoke.
"Yes," I told him. "And I love you, too, Bob." Now it was my turn to hang my head and blush. I started to get a funny feeling in my tummy, the same feeling I'd gotten when I thought about him under my covers at night.
'I want to kiss you, Beth," he said in little more than a whisper. I looked back down at his desk for a long time, until he finally worked up the nerve to reach out and hold my chin, lift my head and say, "Close your eyes."
I shut them tightly, not really knowing what to expect. I did know the facts of life, but he was the only boy I'd even let hold my hand. I really loved Bob in my adolescent way.
He leaned forward slowly and pressed his lips against mine. His lips were very soft and dry, and I couldn't taste them at all. We puckered up and exchanged fish kisses, and only when our lips became wet did I taste what his mouth was like. It was very sweet, and me made my little tummy warm when we kissed.
He took his mouth from mine and gave me a warm, little smile. I felt perfectly at ease with him, and I had dreamed of what it would be like to kiss him also. I was loving him more every minute that went by.
He was very quiet when he said, "I have dreams, Beth, about doing this with you late at night. I dream about hugging you and kissing you, and it makes me very warm all over." He then stood and held out his hand to me. I grabbed it and stood beside him in his room.
He stepped up close to me and said, "Just like this," as he held me close to his warm little body and gave me a big kiss on my wet lips. I could tell that he had been practicing his kissing somewhere, because he held me just like in those old movies I would watch with Mommy, and wrapped his arms around by shoulders. We kissed away, and Bob startled me by putting his tongue in my mouth and swishing it all around. I didn't know what to do, so finally the thought occurred to me to meet his tongue with my own, and together we pressed and rolled our wet and warm tongues together, mixing our saliva in each other's mouth. The thought of licking a boys tongue would surely have made me sick, but as I was actually doing it I felt nothing but pleasure. Deep, intense pleasure, as the feeling in my stomach became more intense. It spread a wide circle of warmth all through me, and I hugged Bob tighter with my own arms. I almost crammed my mouth in his, as we licked each other's mouth all over, until the spit was running down both of our chins. It was so romantic for me that I smiled as I gave Bob my wet kisses.
"I feel real funny," he said, as we looked deep into each other's eyes. I was even a bit embarrassed as he gazed at me deeply.
"So do I," I said. We stood there and looked at each other awkwardly, until finally Bob opened his mouth to speak. But then his face reddened, and he only hung his head down. I could smell his hair, and it was very clean and soft. I could tell it had just been washed.
I looked at him as I said, "What did you want to say to me?" Bob only shook his head quietly. "You know that you can tell me anything," I said, as he looked me straight in the eye again.
"I have other dreams, you know," he said, as I got a bit nervous. But I felt very secure with him, standing there holding onto his body tightly. "I am under the covers see," he continued, "and I dream about what you would look like ... with your shirt off." He looked at me for a reaction, but surprisingly enough, I didn't get mad or red in the face, or anything. "I hope you don't mind, Beth, because I really do love you, and this way I get to lay in bed with you at night."
I put my head on his shoulder, as my heart started to beat a little faster. I felt nice and warm with him, but I didn't know what to say". He hadn't offended me, so I softly said in his ear, "I don't mind you dreaming about me, Bobby. I even think it's kinda sweet."
He stared at me and said, "You really don't mind? Gee, I love you a lot, Beth!" and he gave me a big bear hug, which I thought was adorable. I hugged and squeezed him back, just as hard as I could. "If I promise not to hurt you," he asked me, "would you get into bed with me?" His voice had gone so small by the end of his sentence, that his voice cracked. I only felt a little scared, but I hugged him again, trying to say that I didn't mind him doing much of anything to me at that point in time. I knew that he cared for me and would never harm me, so I shook my head, No, giving him the go ahead for whatever he wanted to do. I knew how much I loved him, and it all felt right.
He gently took my hand and led me over to his bed. He sat me down as I watched him deciding what to do. Finally he took off his shirt, and I saw that he had little muscles on his arms. They were so cute that they only made me love him even more, as I sat on my firm, twin-sized mattress.
"I love you," I said quietly, staring at his chest. This seemed to calm him down a bit, and he leaned forward and gave me another wet kiss.-It was marvelous, and he then sat down beside me.
We looked at each other a long time. He seemed to be waiting for me to give him a signal, though I really didn't want to be the initiator of any action. So finally he gripped my shoulders and pushed me gently down onto his bed. He then moved up to the head of the bed, reclining on a pillow, and pulled me up to where he was. We both stared up at the ceiling until Bob rolled over, half of his hot little body covering mine.
He touched my cheek and kissed me dearly. My head was spinning from delight, and I reached over and held his head, pressing our lips firmly together. We kissed and sucked on each other's lips until he started shifting around. My eyes popped open as I felt his penis getting hard against my leg.
"You excite me very much, my sweet Beth," he told me, as he let his stiffening penis rest on my thigh. "I hope you don't mind me ... Getting excited," he said, almost apologetically.
In answer to his question, I closed my eyes and kissed him harder than ever before. I was so excited that I was finally touching a boy's hard penis, and that the moment was such a beautiful one. I loved Bob, and anything he did with me just then would be quite alright.
We kissed and hugged, so that our bodies were facing each other. Slowly we inched our torsos against each other so that eventually his hard penis was pressed against my warm lap. We gazed into each other's eyes and smiled serenely, as Bob slowly rubbed his dick against my pussy. I could feel myself getting wet, just like at night when I had dreamed of this moment. I hugged him firmly, pressing my crotch onto his as his cock got as hard as it could in his pants. I kissed him passionately, my love for him growing with every inch of his penis.
He then reached down and unzipped his pants, checking my face all the while. I only smiled at him, not encouraging or discouraging his actions. I was, of course, wild about seeing my first real cock in the flesh, if you get my drift. I stared intensely at his crotch, as he slowly removed his pants, almost trying to entice me with the promise of his penis.
All I saw, though it was enough for the moment, was his clean, white underwear. His hard dick made a big lump right in the middle of it, which pointed up at my face like a giant finger.
Bob looked up at me, and I gave him a warm smile. I let him know that I liked his penis, and I was very flattered that he had gotten hard on my account. I even thought I saw a spot of wetness on the tip of his cock, though I was far too shy to ask him about it.
"See how much I love you, Bethy?" he asked me, grinning. "You make me very happy in my third leg!" He had softly made a joke to break the tension, though I hadn't caught it. "I love you," he whispered, as he picked up my hand and placed it on his penis. It was so hard and warm, I couldn't believe it! I wasn't shocked at all, just a bit scared by the large I love you too!" I panted, as he squeezed my hand onto the thickness of his tool. I shut my eyes and kissed him deeply, my hand getting very warm as I gripped my boyfriend's penis. It was so good to be with him, and it felt so right, as if we were doing no wrong at all. We kissed and licked our tongues, as his cock grew tail in my palm.
He took his hand away, and left me holding the bag, if you get my drift. I gripped his long dong and pressed my hot lips onto his. He then moved my hand up and down the softness of his cock, as I could feel his hardness underneath the white cloth. I was heating up all over, as my little nipples were hardening and my sweet pussy was getting wet with my fluid. It was fantastic for the both of us, as Bob was softly groaning while I slowly pumped away at his pud. I felt just like we were married, and I was loving it!
Suddenly, Bob grabbed my hand. "You almost made me come!" he breathed, as he gently removed my hand from his prick. "I want to let you watch it happening, when the time is right." He smiled and kissed me saying, "I love you so much, my little Beth!"
"I love you too, Bobby dear!" I promised him. I didn't know what "come" meant, though I was sure I would find out in time. I could feel my entire body warming up, and it felt delightful in the pit of my stomach.
My little man then rolled me onto my back and gave me deep, wet kisses. His tongue was hot, and I could tell that he was getting himself ready for something big, if you get my drift. He held my hot face in his clean hands, and pressed our mouths together very passionately.
He then reached down and, telling me that he loved me very much, began unbuttoning my thin, blue shirt. The sensation was making my tits tingle all over! I knew that he wanted to see my breasts, and that made me love Bob all the more. I suddenly wanted to do anything for him, and if he wanted to see me stark naked, I was going to let him!
Bob slowly started to open my shirt, my small breasts becoming exposed to his warm eyes. I didn't have them big yet, of course, but my tits were growing well. They were becoming mounds of soft flesh on my chest, and my little nipples were very sensitive bumps of joy. My heart was beating fast as he opened up the entire front of my shirt, even pulling it out of my pants. He hovered over my body then, and gazed down at my little boobs lovingly.
"Oh, I love you, Bethy!" he told me repeatedly, as he slipped his slightly wet palms under my ribs and onto my back. He was now on top of me, and I could feel his dick hard and firm on my lap. I was hot all over with anticipation of his deeds, which he gently carried out.
"You're my man!" I whispered in his ear, as I gathered up the courage to stick my little boobies up into his hot face. His eyes bugged out as he took in the sight of my close up knockers.
He opened his mouth slowly and put his hot lips down around one of my nipples. The sensation was tremendous! It sent waves of warm pleasure through my young chest, and made my pussy drool some jism. His mouth on my tit made me feel hot all over, and it was a very secure feeling, too. Just like he was my protector on whom I knew I could also rely.
Bob kissed my soft little nipples, making them stiff on his tongue. He ran the thick wetness of his long tongue all around the sweet nipples on my boobs, sending circles of warmth through the flesh on my chest and into the deepest part of my little tummy, where the heat settled in like an old friend. He ran his tongue from one nipple to the other, making a wet trail between the two little hills of my chest. He licked them and sucked on them, which" felt like he was drinking all the blood in my chest out through the tips of my tits. His penis was warm, and rested on my crotch like a big log. He rubbed his dick against my lower body while he kissed the ends of my breasts, squeezing their softness and making them stand up in front of his hungry mouth and tongue.
"You're so sweet, Bobby!" I told him, and found that I was almost crying. It was so beautiful and peaceful, making innocent love to my first real boyfriend, that I was touched very deeply. And not just in the crotch, if you get my drift.
Bob then removed my shirt entirely off of my back, which I didn't mind at all. I was quite happy lying in his bed with my breasts exposed. After all, I was all his now, wasn't I?
He then reached down onto my waist and unzipped my pants. He looked up at me and grinned, kissing me on the mouth. It was such a sweet kiss, and it told me not to worry about a thing.
He slipped my pants off of my hips and down my long legs. A shiver went into my cunt as I looked down and saw my wet crotch in front of my youthful lover's face. He gazed at it in wonder, staring, though not garishly, at the wet stain on my panties as my juice had dripped out of my cunt. He then looked up to meet my face, and mouthed out 'I love you!" as he sunk his hot head into my wet lap, while pushing out his lips into a full bloom.
He pressed his warm mouth against the wet end of my delicate pussy, as he kissed my twat through the fabric of my pink panties. He gently smashed his mouth onto my cunt, as the warm feeling seemed to leave his mouth and travel into and all the way up my little pussy. The waves of feeling, warm and sharp, made my soft thighs shake and my stomach all hot inside. It was the finest feeling I ever had in my life, and I was so glad to be getting it from my Bob. He pressed his mouth against the wet mouth of my cunt, as I felt the come leave my crotch and flow into the fabric, all of its own accord. He spread my legs gently but firmly, glancing up at me again to make sure that I wasn't scared at all. I was so grateful to my love for being so thoughtful and kind.
"Now don't be afraid, my love," Bob softly assured me, as he slowly slipped my wet panties off of my limbs. "Remember that I adore you, and that I haven't ever done this to any other girl but you!" He eyed my cunt easily, as he tossed my wet panties onto the floor and gently spread my legs. "I've thought about doing this to you for a long time now," he confided with me, "and I promise that I wouldn't hurt you for the world!" He gently massaged my soft, creamy thighs, making me relax as I wondered exactly what he meant to do to me. But of course, I trusted him totally now, so I tried to control my heavy breathing as he touched the wetness of my cunt, filling it with a long, warm flow. He ran his fingertips over my pussy lips tenderly, and I began to come a little bit more.
Bob slipped back onto the bedsheets and crawled on his chest up to my wet pussy. I looked down in time to see him stretching his mouth toward my crotch, and I feared momentarily that he was going to bite me. But I had placed my life's blood in his hands, so to speak, so I put my head back on his comfy pillow and let him do whatever he wanted to with me.
I jumped slightly, the breath being sucked into my lungs, as Bob kissed my wet and hairy pussy. The feeling of his warm lips on my bare twat was enough to make me slam my hands down onto his mattress in surprise. It was a soft and full sensation that warmed up my cunt and sent shock waves rippling through my whole body. His mouth on my twat almost made me scream, it being such a pleasurable and serene feeling, seeming to flood my sweet tummy with heat.
"Oh, I love you, Bobby!" I sighed heavily. "I love you so very much!" I couldn't help but lift my legs up slightly into the air, which made it all the more easier for Bob to eat out my dripping wet pussy. What a sweet and lovely thing for him to do to me, I thought, as I lay back and felt his thick tongue licking the outside of my womanhood. If I were a guy, the thought of kissing a girl's wet pussy would probably make me puke. But he did it because he loved me, I believed, and that was enough to make my juices run straight out of my cunt, down my silky thighs and into Bob's anxiously awaiting mouth.
He licked the outer lips of my cunt, sipping my jism and kissing the wet and sticky membranes of my vagina. He even stuck his long tongue into my twat, a bit shyly at first, then more forceful, but always keeping things nice and easy. I could tell that he was trying his very best not to hurt my cunt, and he was doing a spectacular job of it, too!
He drank my twat juice as he ran the entire length of his thick and smooth tongue up and down the hairy lips of my womanhood. I quivered and my heart was pounding fast in my sweet chest, as he ate me out with relish. His lips were pressed tightly against my own, between my legs that is, as he sucked my crotch deep into his deep and wet mouth. He sipped my come with wild abandon, as the more he tickled my crotch the more I came for him. He was such a sweet boy, I thought, as he sucked my cunt into his wet mouth.
Finally, Bob found my clitoris, which both of us barely realized was even there. He licked it over and over, since the more he stimulated it, the harder it became, as so the wetter my pussy was on his lips. He licked my tough little clit dry, as I flailed my arms slightly, amazed by the strong sensation of its stimulation. He spread the lips of my cunt further apart, so as to get to my magic button. I was moaning and groaning as I poured the come out from between my legs and all over his sweet face. Bob let out an occasional low moan as he realized how much I was getting off on his eating me out. He then smiled, for I could feel his mouth widening, and he raised his face up to mine.
"Now, my true love," he said to me, "I am going to make you come! I love you and would love to make you come forever!" When he saw the confused look on my face, he explained, "I am going to make you hit the roof, my love, my Beth. I am going to cause you to climax!"
My eyes bugged out. Though I'd been very wet all along, I didn't know I was coming. I braced myself against the sides of the bed, holding on for what I sensed was about to be an explosion.
"Now relax," my lover told me. "First you, then me. I want each of us to experience the other's coming!" While never becoming rough, he parted the lips of my soaking wet cunt, and dug his mouth deep into my pussy. I felt as though the entire bottom half of my body had just been eaten up.
Bob spread my pussy wide apart, and wet and tickled my aching clitoris with the dull tip of his mighty tongue. He shook my little knob every pore of my body seemed to fill with hot, wet longing.
I clung on to the wet bedsheets very tightly, as my nipples tingled and danced on the ends of my cute little breasts, electrified by his tongue in my twat. He seemed to be shooting currents through me from out of the wet tip of his mouth.
Suddenly, the entire body seemed to explode, just like a volcano had erupted from deep within my cute little guts. My entire little body shook as the passion held within me all those young years was finally being released.
"I love you!" I screamed, though barely any sound came out of my mouth. My throat must have been the only part of me that wasn't wet, as I let myself go and came in bucketfuls, or so it seemed. I could feel quarts of my come explode from my dripping, salivating cunt, and spread all over by beloved's puss. He moaned and ate all of my jizz that he could, licking my twat lips and clit repeatedly, and so causing me to shoot more and more streams of come from my sweet, wet pussy. I couldn't believe what a satisfying and exhausting sensation it was to come from my clitoris being stimulated. I pumped gallons of wetness onto Bob's now incredibly sticky face, as he fell exhausted on the covers at my cunt, as my pussy dripped its precious fluid out and onto his cute face. Do you get my drift. Now that I'd found him, I'd never let him go. I wanted him to be mine for both our long lives.
"Oh, Bobby, I want to do that for you, too!" I panted. "It was simply marvelous!" I sat up in bed and hurredly pulled off his now wet underwear. "I want to eat you like you ate me!" I bent down on his hard cock and sucked it into my mouth in one big gulp. I sucked his cock hard, sipping the come out of his shaft and sending it slivering down my throat. Bob moaned deeply, as he lay back on the bed. He spread his legs far apart, positioning his stiff prick straight up and into my wet, sucking mouth. I loved the taste of his cock, and I sucked on it with fury as it became tough as a pole on my tongue.
Just at that moment, the door opened downstairs! The sound of Bob's mom and dad floated up the stairs and into his room. We both scrambled for our clothes, and dressed in about ten seconds flat.
"I love you, Bobby!" I told him, then planted a big, wet kiss on my young man's lips. He kissed me back with passion, as we both wound up sitting at his desk just as his mother entered the room.
"Bobby!" she said sternly, and my heart almost stopped. I turned slowly to watch her blow up.
"Didn't you make your bed this morning?" she wanted to know. I regained my breath as Bob promised her that he'd never forget again. How she ever missed the huge wet spots I had made on the bed, I can only attribute to the fact that, aside from his desk, the rest of his room was in semi-darkness, since it was finally becoming nighttime around his house.
"Gee, I've got to get home!" I exclaimed, as I gathered up my books and headed for the door. Bob walked me out, and we kissed on his front porch.
We were brand new lovers, and it felt great!
INTERVIEW TWO
Beth left my office just as I was about to come in my pants! What a sensuous tale she had (get it?). I begged her to come back and tell me about how she milked Bob's cock dry, while in turn I could milk her for lots more money. This is a very serious business, you know.
After she left, I had to adjourn to the bathroom for fifteen minutes.
Well Doctor, Bob and I didn't get another chance to fornicate around, for that evening had been on a Friday, and by Monday he was gone. He had to rush to another state on the other side of the country, his parents having to leave the milling business for one more lucrative elsewhere. We sobbed (at least I did) profusely at the airport, as Bob promised me that, when he came of age in four more years, he would be back to get me, and I promised to stay true to him. Our goodbyes were horribly long, sad and drawn out.
The years passed quickly.
Seeing Bob walk up to my doorstep totally flipped me out! He had turned into a hippie, declaring an end to the war and famine world-wide, it being the end of the sixties at that time. But as soon as he spoke my name and gave me a kiss, I knew that it was truly he whom I had greeted. It was just as if not a day had passed between us!
He took me over to his "pad," as he called it. It was a small apartment with several posters nailed to the walls, such as "Hell No, We Won't Go!" and "Nixon Bites LBJ." We sat down on his "bed," which was only a mattress on the floor. He lit up a joint, and it was my first Mary-Jane high.
"I missed you so much, my Beth!" he proclaimed, as I felt all that love rush back into my heart. I could still see his little face underneath all that hair he had grown, as he bent to kiss me.
It was my man all right! I hugged him and licked his tongue with a thirst, having actually stayed virginal for him! I had learned to beat myself off, but he was my first love, and you never want to lose something like that!
"I love you too, Bobby darling!" I whispered into his ear, just like old times. I started to slowly take his many clothes off saying, "Now I'll finish what I started the last time we were alone together!" I slipped him out of his underwear, and finally stared at his naked body again!
Those muscles had grown, and they made me want him more than ever now! I laid his firm body down, then went about giving him the come that he'd given to me, back when we were still kids!
I ran my tongue around his lips, wetting them and sucking them deeply into my mouth, just as he had done with my pussy. I sucked on his tongue until it was dry, my passions being tremendous after all that time apart! He let out those low moans again, and that day came back to me in a flash. It was so good to have him here with me, my long, lost lover!
I worked my wet tongue down to his tits, where I bit his nipples and sucked on them hard, making his peter stand up into the air. It looked to be twice as large as I'd remembered it, and I wondered if I could handle the heavy load!
My love for this man had multiplied through the ages, as I grabbed onto his stiff honker with a tight hand. He had apparently been waiting for me too, as his erection came up almost immediately! His cock was hairy and warm, and I held on to it for dear life!
I ran my tongue around Bob's tits and hairy chest, as I slowly pumped his penis with great love. It was so thick and hard in my hand that I could feel myself starting to drip. That was when I realized that I was still in my clothes! I had waited so long for him, I'd forgotten all about myself!
I quickly stripped in front of him, trying to tease him as I slowly through my garments onto the messy floor. I watched his cock as it bobbed up and down at the sight of my new body, which had filled out very nicely, if you get my drift!
I then landed back on my man's chest, licking his nipples as I felt his slightly wet dick against my warm and perfect tummy. We were such good friends alL those years, it was as if he'd never gone away! It was almost as if we were actually married to one another.
I followed the hairs on his chest down to his stomach, where I stuck my hot and wet tongue into his belly button. I could feel the now wet tip of his dick on my chin, as he moved his hips so that it was right under my jaw. It felt so good to be close to his dick again!
I then, very slowly, ran the very tip of my sweet tongue around the stiff sides of his shaft, over the wet tip of his dong, sipping his delicious come again, and onto his thick and meaty balls. He moaned more audibly than ever this time, as I wet the mounds of his balls with my loving tongue.
I sucked those balls deep into my throat, savoring their flavor and tasting his nuts on my tongue. They were a bit salty, which surprised me, but they were a part of him, so I loved them. His nuts were large and round, and I tried to gulp them into my mouth. This made his shaft stand way up against my nose and eyes, as I breathed deeply from his hot scrotum.
I then lovingly wrapped my tongue around his hard shaft, my head turning to one side. I beat him off softly and firmly as I could taste a little more of his sweet sperm whenever I'd get to the top of his cock. It was salty and thick, just like his balls, and I loved to taste my man's dick! I wanted him to feel like he had truly come back home!
Finally and ever so passionately, I brought my head up and over Bob's prick, opened my mouth up wide, and plunged his meat stick deep into my throat. I could feel his meatus hitting my tonsils as I bobbed my head up and down on Bob's cock, making a tight seal with my wet and dripping lips as I took all of my man's prick into my mouth.
Bob jerked his hips up in passion, which sent his tool further up my face. I almost felt like I was going to choke, but what a way to go! He was so tall and proud in my succulent mouth that the come was just oozing out of my pussy! It ran down my thighs and made them slick as snot!
I sucked hard and long on my darling's joint, the one between his legs that is. I could taste his come as it seeped from his dong and danced upon my tongue. I could see that my treatment was driving him crazy, as I could actually feel his heartbeat in his heavy prick! It throbbed inside of my mouth and sent waves through my lips, which were dripping my slick saliva down Bob's cock and onto his balls. I had made his entire tool wet and dripping!
I then gripped his balls in my hands and pulled them apart in his scrotum, so that his shaft became hard as a rock and full within my mouth. He tasted marvelous, and I wished I could suck on his hot cock for the rest of my life! If I played my cards right, I figured, I could do just that! Every woman is proud of her man's prick, especially one as abundant as this one!
I squeezed Bob's balls and chewed on his stiff prick, gently biting into it and sucking the loose sperm out of its head. He was jerking his hips up into the air faster, as I was eating his hot and wet cock lovingly. I wanted to bite it off and swallow it whole, so that he could never take it away from me again! I sucked furiously on his rod, drinking the sperm quickly that was rising up into my hot, sopping mouth as I could tell I was about to make my man come in droves! I held so much lust in my entire body for this man it was incredible!
Wanting to feel his hot sperm come into my preserved pussy, I slipped my wet mouth off of Bob's dick, making sure to suck on it hard as I slowly brought my luscious lips up and over the top of his cock. I drank down the last bit of his early come that I could, gulping it down like the last drops of milk left in the bottom of a glass!
"I'm gonna love you to death!" I told him, as I positioned my pussy, which was dripping with loads of my come produced by my foreplay action on his steaming cock, straight over his hairy stem and, spreading the lips of my cunt far apart (I figured that from a sitting position, my cunt-busting might not hurt as much) and slid down onto his long pole, as it stood straight up like a mast on a ship. My cunt glided down his shaft with wet, thrilling ease.
We both let out a long, throaty sigh as Bob's cock entered my gaping body hole. It sliced into my body with slick, smooth ease, and it didn't hurt too much, but when it did I surely didn't mind it!
"I love you, Sweetheart," he told me, as he fucked my wet pussy with relish, and angled his cock so that it flew up my twat expertly. He sent his spear deep into my cavern of lust, as he pounded it into me, making my come just flow down his shaft in little rivers. I was so very happy at that moment, that I knew I never wanted to let him get away from my sight!
"I love you too, Sugarbear!" I said, as I leaned forward and kissed him long and wet on the lips. Our tongues rolled around and over one another as we fucked with a fury. I moved my dripping cunt up and down his dick so quickly, I felt as though I were running. Our juices mixed completely inside of my lovely pussy, as they dripped out and coated Bob's balls with a thick, wet shine, which splashed loudly whenever my cunt hit his bag.
"I'm gonna come, my Bethy!" he creamed, as I took the last ounce of strength left in my worn-out body and pumped his raw penis with my pussy. I could feel his jism rising up his cock in thick rolls. I even reached down and squeezed his balls hard. I was determined to make this the come of his life, and one that he would not forget for years to come, if you get my drift.
I quickly hopped off of his hard cock and pulled on his balls with my hands, making it stand up straight just under my tits and face. I wanted to feel his load explode all over myself!
I pumped his scrotum firmly as Bob screamed, the come shooting up out of his cock with tremendous speed. I caught the first load directly in my open mouth, and quickly drank down his hot, sticky sperm with pleasure. I could even feel the come rushing out of my cunt as it fell onto his mattress and balls. How delicious it was to come in buckets with my man!
His thick, creamy sperm splashed all over my tits, making them soaking wet as his jism dripped off of my sweet nipples. I then shook his still stiff prick, sending his final thick drops of come out of his cock and into my mouth. I next put his receding pud into my mouth and sucked hard. I sipped his sperm out of his dick as if it were a straw, and it was good to the last drop! He was totally drained by the time I was through with him. I finished him off by eating the thick gobs of come that had ended up on his balls. I licked my lips in front of his face as he looked like he was about to faint from loving activities.
My man had come home to come, and I would make sure he would never leave again!
What more can be said? Beth L. is now living with Bob, her common-law husband, in one of the final hippie communes left in the country.
And I think they should bomb the entire fucking lot of them!
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Debbie B. AGE: Nineteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Debbie B. had long, dirty blonde hair and a perfect complexion. She was an absolute knockout! She was wearing the finest in casual clothing, and she spoke in a sweet, very feminine voice.
Her breasts were very full and looked to be juicy as hell, as she came in my office wearing a tight sweater. She was the kind of girl that you find on the beach, and the kind that you have wet dreams about.
She laid down along my couch as if she wanted to be porked, which was an idea I couldn't get out of my mind, as I sat and listened to her tell me about her first time affair.
Doctor, my folk's have always had money, big money. You see, my daddy is in advertising, and the dollars are very easily made with a small amount of mental exertion. It's all in who you know and if you're lucky enough to fall into an open position in a major firm, which was just exactly what happened with my daddy. We've been very wealthy ever since then.
We moved into Beverly Hills, California, with a huge lawn and 3 German Shepherds. We had a maid and a "gentleman," who did just about everything around and to the house. I used to walk around the house late at night in a see-through gown, teasing him and trying to get him to come in his pants. He would finally get up and leave the room. I figured he crawled into bed and jerked off. He wasn't too old of a man, and why he had never tried to dick my pussy I could never figure out. I guess he was afraid of losing his job, or maybe getting punched out by Daddy and some friends.
Once, after Daddy had landed a new client from New York, half of the office had come over for a party in my father's honor. What a trip that was! I was about sixteen, though I could jut my tits out so that I looked almost nineteen. I walked through the crowd in our living room and tried my hardest to fuck everything up, since I had nothing else to do that evening.
I invited a girlfriend over, who always had some joints on her. We slipped into the bathroom, in one of the few moments when it was empty, and split a thick stick together. The pot entered my head in only five minutes, then after that I was floating on air!
We went into the living room and mingled with the guests. There was one young executive asshole who was sitting alone on a couch. We both went over to him and flirted for a while.
My friend, whose name is Pat, and I squeezed up to this jerk and sat on either side of him. The noise in the room was almost deafening, since the whole house was packed with people. There were chips and hors d'oeuvres, as my father had hired a catering service, and we had skipped dinner so that my friend and I could get really stoned as the night went on and pig out. Caterers make the finest shit foods, you know.
So there we were, rubbing up against this schmuck, seeing if he would call our bluff. I was still a virgin then, but I sure knew how to tease. Pat and I leaned forward and let our loose shirts drift open, exposing our full breasts to his eager eyes. We sat there and talked with him until he got a hard-on, then we laughed and walked away. Boy, was he mad! Before we left him though, I told him that if I saw him moving to the bathroom, I'd tell my daddy that he was beating off all over the toilet seat. His face got red as a beet. Some people just have no sense of sexual humor!
Pat then got a fabulous idea! I was even a little surprised when she had told me about it.
We went and got some Dixie cups from the kitchen, then took them to the punch bowl and filled them up. Pat then told me to follow her into the bathroom again, which I did, giggling.
She dropped her drawers and looked at me with her panties on. "I love to do this stuff with you!" she said, and she gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. Like a little, dry peck. She'd never done anything like that before, but I saw no harm in it, and barely gave it a second thought.
She then told me to get undressed, so I slowly pulled down my jeans. She was sitting on the pot, and I was crouched over the tip of the tub. I then took off my panties, as she had done it first. She looked at me and her eyes sparkled. She was sixteen years old, like myself, and she was very pretty. She made a person all warm inside when she smiled at you.
I was ready to follow her anywhere, as she was quickly becoming my friend in those days. She sat there with her pussy staring at mine, as she smiled at me brightly and I knew something big was up there in her pretty head. She licked her lips as she told me what to do.
"Now play with yourself, Deb," she said, as she fingered her cunt, "just like you do late at night, under your covers. Think about Steve, or Jimmy, from school, and get yourself to come some." I couldn't believe that she was masturbating right there in front of me! I had been clitting myself for years, of course, but I'd never thought I'd be asked to do it in front of anyone else, especially another girl! I brought my hand down gently onto my pussy, then started to finger my cunt quietly.
"Now watch!" she said, as I could tell by her panting that she was coming onto her fingers. She stuck her twat in the cup full of punch and came inside of it! She then laughed quietly and poured the sticky punch in and out of her cunt, as if she were mixing drinks in it, which was exactly what she was doing.
"When we go back Deb," she said, "we'll pour it all back into the punch bowl! Would'nt those assholes have a fit if they knew that they were drinking our pussy juice?" She laughed then, and it all made sense to me. Pat was certainly more bizarre than I was at that age!
I oozed some come out of myself, and then together we left the bathroom. Their was some old woman waiting to piss, and she looked at us very intensely, surely wondering what we'd been doing there so long in the bathroom. We hid the come punch under our shirts, then splashed it into the pnch bowl when no-one was looking. We couldn't help but snicker as we did it!
We waited around until someone came to some punch. Our mouths fell open when we saw the asshole who'd been sitting on the couch walk up to the refreshment bar! His face fell when he saw us.
"Look," I said, thinking quickly, "no hard feelings about what I said, OK? I'm just a big kidder!" I then quickly scooped up some punch from the area we'd pour our juices into. "Have some, for me? I asked him, and finally he smiled weakly and accepted my token gift.
He poured the cup of cunt juice down his throat, as his face first went from surprise to shock, as he threw away the cup and stormed away from us. We laughed loudly as he was moving away, and figured that he was probably a faggot anyhow. No sense of humor.
Having tired of our party antics, Pat's eyes widened as she asked me slowly, "Listen, I know a guy, sort of a boyfriend, who is really into some kinky shit! Would you like to go and see him with me? She got a very weird look in her eyes, so I knew it must be about something really heavy.
"Yeah, sure, O.K." I said, though I was a little bit scared. I didn't even know what to brace myself for, and that kinda bothered me. But she was my good friend, so I agreed.
"I'd better call him first, so that he'll expect us," she told me, as we ran to my room. My heart was beating quickly, and I thought that there was something sexual about all of this. I'd done a little feeling up but, for all my teasing, I was still somewhat scared about sex.
She smiled at me when she was through on the phone. "He's setting things up," she said. "He was so excited when I told him I was bringing along a friend!" She closed her eyes as she said, "I sure hope you're horny tonight!" I'd never seen her like this. It was as if she was getting off in front of my eyeballs. I was getting a little scared. I wondered if this was going to be a gang-bang, or something even more bizarre.
We left the house and walked along the quiet streets, in the cool evening breeze. There weren't many people on the sidewalks, and there seemed to be a mystery in the air, besides my own.
"Now don't be scared by anything you see, Debbie," she said as we walked along together. I could feel her breathing heavily next to me.
"None of it hurts, and you've got to remember that."
I wanted to turn back so much I could have cried, but I didn't want to lose face in front of my daring friend. I kept thinking, How bad could it really be, if Pat loved it as much as she did. Then, as I considered Pat, I started to wonder all over again.
We finally reached her friend's house. It was an old-style, large home that he had taken over when his folks moved away to retire. It looked spooky, like we were in a Dracula film.
Pat knocked on the door and I heard the sound echo throughout the house. I would stick close by Pat, I decided, as I heard footsteps behind the door becoming louder and louder.
He answered our knock, dressed in a long, black robe and bare feet. He looked to be a very mature twenty-one year old, and we walked inside as he directed us with a long hand.
Pat burst into a smile, obviously very happy to be with him again. She gave him a big hug and a kiss, then turned to face me. "I want you to meet Roy," she told me as she hugged him closer. "He is the Comemaster!"
Roy smiled and took my hand. He gave it a big, wet kiss, which made Pat smile again. His lips were very warm, and his wet kiss actually stirred up my insides a bit. I wondered what a Comemaster was, though I knew I'd find out soon enough. Roy had short brown hair and a full beard, which he was always running his hand through. He seemed weird to me, but at least he wasn't scarey.
"Come into the dining room, girls," he said, as he led us into a cozy room just outside of a spotless kitchen. We sat down at a table as Roy held our hands and spoke to me in a deep voice.
"Now I want you to know, pretty Debbie, that if you ever decide, in the course of tonight's entertainment, that you do not want to continue, simply say so. That will put an end to the whole evening's affairs immediately. But always remember, once we stop we can never begin again." He gazed deeply into my eyes, as if he were trying to hypnotize me. "Do you want to begin he asked me, patiently awaiting my reply.
I thought and thought and, although I was a bit scared, I couldn't think of a good reason for quiting it all before I even began, so I smiled and nodded my head. This decision had obviously made them both very happy.
We all got up silently from the table, still holding hands, and walked through the house and into a corridor which I had assumed led to his room. The warmth in their hands seemed to fill my whole body with a strange sort of passion, and it was one I could feel deep in my perfect tummy.
The hallway turned very dark as we walked into it. I could barely make them out in front of me, and I wondered how such a seemingly long corridor had been contained in this house, and how it didn't show from the outside.
We then entered a large room which was like nothing I'd ever seen before. My breath was sucked up and into my throat as I scanned the walls with my eyes. I felt my heart pounding in my sweet chest.
The room looked like Hell. Literally. There were whips and chains pinned onto the walls, and several long tables with black sheets covering them. It was very dark in there, and it looked very freaky.
"Don't be afraid," Roy told me, as he came up and held onto my quivering body. "We don't hurt people here," he said as he held me close to his warm body. "Here you will experience the greatest pleasures of your life, and this will be a night you will never forget."
I felt like telling him that I hadn't experienced anything major with anyone but I didn't want to sound like the scared virgin that I really was, so I held onto him, trying to get his hugs to cause me to feel more at ease. I figured that Pat would never do anything to harm me, also. In my mother's cunt, you know? Pat even gave me warm kisses on the back of my neck, as we held tightly on to one another.
"Remember Debbie," Roy said quietly, as he started to unbutton my shirt, "we both love you very much."
INTERVIEW TWO
Well, well! I felt like I'd just seen a Flash Gordon short, the kind that leaves you hanging on until next week, as Debbie B. had left my office on the first day. I begged her to come back, which she finally did. I wanted to hear about her being put in chains (for clinical study purposes, of course!).
I settled back into my comfy chair, my large notebook covering my lap, and she sang her sweet song.
Where was I? Oh, yes. Then Roy slowly took the clothes off of my body. My perfumed nipples perked up as he ran the sides of my shirt over my healthy, young breasts. He slipped off my pants and panties with loving care, as my sexual excitement rose up in. my virgin pussy.
I then sat upon one of the long, black tables and braced my back against two wooden, round bars which ran horizontally against my bare back. I sat there as they admired my luscious young form, my cute bulbous tits and my sweet, adorable pussy. It felt good to be the center of attraction.
My heart started' beating at its normal rate, as I sat there and watched with sensual fascination as my girlfriend Pat began to undress Roy in front of me, both of them always checking my reactions every step of the way. I felt that they both must feel something for me, to do this for my benefit.
Pat bent down and slowly dropped Roy's long robe to the floor. I eyes popped open as I saw him standing before me stark naked! His long, thick dick hung down from his crotch like a dormant snake. He smiled at me warmly as he seemed very proud of his beautiful body.
Pat stuck out her tongue and circled the tip of Roy's penis with it. It was so fucking erotic to see her kissing his prick for me, that I started to squirm around on the table. I was shaking slightly as my pussy began to get warm and wet, and my nipples hardened and became quite sensitive on my chest. I couldn't help but touch my tits and the hairs of my cunt, as I sat and watched Pat take Roy's stiffening cock deep into her mouth. IT was all a beautiful sight, and I could feel the come begin to slip out of my crotch. I felt so warm and sensual that I wished this feeling would last within me forever.
Pat sucked deeply on Roy's cock, as I watched it carefully glide in and out of her pretty mouth. She would hold up his penis head and run her sweet tongue along every inch of his thick dick, as she ate him and licked his long tool. It was making my pussy burn up inside to see them enjoying it, Roy's eyes closed as she didn't miss an inch of his shaft with her saliva. I could see his dick shining as it hovered over and in her mouth.
I touched my clitoris as a wave of warm feeling flowed through my whole body. I wanted to be loved and licked and eaten, until every drop of my come had been taken from out of my body. My tits were hot with desire, and I rubbed my hot clitoris, making my fingers drip cunt juice onto the cloth on the table. My pussy lips were wet and dripping with love.
I opened my mouth to breathe, as Pat palmed Roy's heavy balls and pulled on them gently. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever imagined, let along actually seen. She gulped down his long rod as I could almost see it slipping down inside of her throat as he pressed his prick further down her sensuous mouth. I longed to taste the thickness of his dick on my wet tongue, so I sat there, with my hand in my twat, and stuck my tongue as far out of my mouth as I could get it to go. Pat and Roy looked at me and smiled sweetly, obviously happy that their foreplay had had a definite and wet effect on my youthful body. They walked over to me, as I longed to be loved by them. The come was simply flowing from out of my vagina.
"I love you, Deb," said my girlfriend Pat, as she leaned down and pressed her moist lips against mine. Receiving her sweet kiss was delicious to me, and I wet my own mouth as our lips touched. I felt butterflies in my tummy and let out a long, low guttural sigh, as I tasted a few drops of Roy's come in Pat's mouth. It was a marvelous feeling, and it warmed me to my bones. I sat and licked her tongue, as I fingered my pussy until my entire hand was wet with my jism. My fingertips slipped over one another in my cunt.
"I love you, too," Roy told me, as he removed my hand from my twat and proceeded to lick my fingers clean. The act of him lapping my come from my hand made me come even more. I knew then, as they both went about making love to me, that I loved them, too. I slipped my long, smooth fingers into his mouth, as Roy ran his tongue all over them, tasting me and loving the taste. He was sipping my come off of my fingers as if it were being stored in my hand.
Pat then gently pressed her soft tongue against mine, as I rolled mine over it, feeling its velvety texture and savoring her saliva as it dripped into my mouth, still tasting a bit like Roy's cock juice. It was so marvelous to be with them as we all made love to one another.
"I love you both!" I sighed, as my come just spilled from my cunt, wetting the tablecloth. I sat there and spread my wet, sweet-smelling pussy lips apart, as I parted my legs just under Roy's head. The smell of my come drifted upward and filled all of our noses.
They then shifted the wood bars so that my back rec-lined upon the top bar, making me feel more relaxed than ever. Pat then crawled under my crotch and put my wet and dripping pussy into her mouth, as Roy's knelt in front of my face and fed me his hard penis. All three of us were now one.
What an incredible feeling! Pat licked my draining twat with her soft tongue, as I finally got to suck on Roy's tremendous tool. I breathed it deep into my mouth as I could taste some of his precious sperm escaping quietly from his cock. He thrust his crotch into my face and sent his dick far down into my throat. I felt the warmth of his shaft on top of my wet tongue, and I breathed solely through my nostrils as his thick cock stuffed up my open throat. I could feel his hairs tickling the roof of my mouth.
Meanwhile, I pressed my sopping wet pussy against my girlfriend's mouth, as she parted my cunt lips with her hands and made my little clit stick out like a baby's penis. She licked it and sucked on it long and lovingly, as I just let myself go and came in constant little streams into Pat's open mouth. I could feel her drinking my juices and lapping them out of my cunt. My whole tummy shook as she ran her tongue quickly up and down my little love stick, making the come spit out of my crotch and onto her warm tongue. She licked my pussy voraciously, as my clit jumped up and down inside her hot, wet mouth.
Roy then pulled on his scrotum, making his dick fill my entire mouth, right down to his balls, they felt red hot as they rested upon my chin. I reached up and fondled them, controlling the hardness of his dick with my fingertips. The more I pulled on his hot balls, the thicker he became in my sixteen-year-old mouth. My saliva had completely coated his prick as it resided in my warm mouth, making his long, stiff prick glide in and out of my lips easily. Roy moaned and sighed sweetly, as I ate his huge cock, holding onto his nuts with a hard passion. I sucked the come out of him in tiny droplets, sipping them over my tongue and down my throat. I was swallowing every drip of his cock that I could, making his red balls jump and slam quietly against my wet chin.
I was coming buckets into Pat's succulent mouth, my juice flowing down her gullet and surely warming up her lovely, hot breasts. I could feel my wet jizz spill out and onto her face, and I felt my pussy dripping off of the sides of her face, making her soft warm cheeks wet with hot, sticky love. She sucked on my cunt lips, bringing them inside her mouth and drinking the juices out of them. She ate my whole pussy just like it was a piece of sweet, dripping fruit, just ripe for the munching. I raised my ass up from her hot tits slightly, as she closed her whole mouth over my twat and drank in its nectar.
"Would you like to feel me inside of you, Debbie? Roy asked me between pants. He had pulled his thick dick out of my luscious mouth, as I knew that he wanted to stick it in me and let me drink from its shaft. Pat was giving my wet pussy little kisses as they waited for my answer.
"Oh, yes!" I pleaded. "Please let me feel you inside my pussy!" I wanted him so badly I was begging for it. I would do anything to have him fill my body cavity at that moment!
They switched positions, so that Roy lay under me and Pat squatted in front of my head. Her beautiful breasts were at my eye level, and I could see that her nipples were hard as rocks. She was certainly a gorgeous girl, and I felt not the slightest bit uneasy making love to her. They were both like one person to me, having come for both of them at once.
"Now don't let me hurt you, Debbie," Roy told me. "Just tell me if you want me to stop, and I will." He then gripped his wet penis and slid it ever so carefully into my wet, but still tight, cunt. I sucked in air as the tip of his dick slithered into me an inch at a time.
It felt like a hot poker had been shoved up into me. I could feel the heat of my parting pussy lips, though it didn't really hurt all that much. It was sort of like a good kind of hurt, if you know what I mean.
Pat moved her succulent chest up to my face and fed me her breasts. She cupped, them and held them out for me to accept. I kissed her sweet tasting nipples and ran my tongue all over them. She gripped the flesh of her knockers and put them into my mouth, as if I were a baby, which in a sense I suppose I still was. Her tits were nice and warm against my mouth, and I bit her cute hard nipples firmly, rolling the ends around on my teeth. She began to pant as she held her hot breasts up to my mouth, and I could see that she was dripping her come out of her cunt and straight down onto Roy's face! It was as if we three had become a big fuck machine, where every part is stimulated by the others. I sucked her melons deep into my wet mouth as I lowered my pussy onto Roy's stiff cock.
I could feel my tight little hymen being slowly torn apart. It really wasn't so bad, as long as I took him inside me an inch at a time. Roy's dick was so hard and thick, it filled my cunt up completely, and must've been incredibly tight, wrapped tightly around his dick as it was. After some excruciatingly long and sweetly painful minutes, Roy had managed to stuff his entire mammoth cock up into my pussy. I just sat there, tearful from the lovely pain, on his cock, afraid that, if I were to fall over, I would take his cock in my twat with me, pulling it off at the roots. I thought I could feel his cock tip tickling my adenoids, as I sat perched upon it as it pulsated warmly deep within my body.
Apparently, it was also too much for Roy's cock to handle, being stuffed completely up the warm glove of my pussy, for he said quietly, "I'm going to explode!," and Pat gently lifted me up and off of his thick prick, as it felt so incredibly good to free his huge member from out of my pussy. My cunt walls ached, and I longed to take a piss. I was also a little shocked to see the pool of my blood that had settled onto Roy's scrotum.
Pat quickly wiped off the blood from his super hard cock, which was standing up high into the air and throbbing wildly. Roy said in a small voice, "Debbie, my love, lick my penis! And Pat, you help her please!" He shut his eyes, and he looked like he was about to be hanged.
"You have the honor," Pat told me, as she gently positioned my hot face in front of Roy's tremendous penis, which was acting like a stopped-up water hose. "Lick it once, then get ready to drink!" Pat said, as she reached into her pussy and massaged her clitoris, obviously wanting to get off as soon as Roy did. I'd have touched myself, only now I felt horribly raw down there.
I stuck out the tip of my tongue and touched it to Roy's shaking cock-mouth. I ran my tongue once around its head, and I was sure I could hear his come racing up violently through his shaft. I felt like yelling, "Thar she blows!," as if it were Moby's dick.
The hot, thick, smelly sperm zoomed up Roy's erect prick and shot out of his shaft and at our waiting faces like a gun. His strong come erupted from his red hot prick, and splashed all over Pat's and my face, as we puckered up our lips together and made them into a single mouth, which sucked up Roy's sperm as soon as it all left his steaming prick.
I gulped down gobs of come, and watched even more of it enter deep into my girlfriend's mouth, as I swallowed what tasted like gallons of Roy's hot sperm. It all flew into my mouth, over my tongue and way down my throat, as I ate his creamy love, tasting the stickiness and lapping his jism all up and into my mouth as if it were a life-saving vaccine. It all smeared on my face, making my mouth wet and dripping strings of his luscious sperm.
I looked at Pat and saw that she, too, had a face full of come. We then laughed and kissed each other's wet face all over, spreading Roy's slimy, thick come onto each other's mouth and eyes and cheeks. We finished it off by licking his hot come off of each other's face, as our heads hovered just over Roy's collapsed cock. He both then fell, myself hurt and Pat exhausted, and our faces splashed in the pool of come that was spread all over his balls.
We fell asleep from the thick smell of Roy's come, as it touched our faces wetly throughout the night.
CONCLUSION.
Debbie's parents didn't even notice that she hadn't returned home that evening, thanks to the fact that their party lasted 3 days in total. Debbie is now happily married, living off of a cut of her father's income.
Although you know that she can often be found meeting Pat in front of Roy's spook house, she one day plans to take her husband along with her.
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Maddy K. AGE: Twenty-two
INTERVIEW ONE
Miss Maddy (short for Madeline) K., from Miami is a slender but quite attractive young woman. She is of a good height for a woman, had long, black hair and small but very appealing breasts. She had an earthy quality to her, whatever that means, and I could see that she had been put through a lot. She entered, and finally exited, my office crying. Reliving her bittersweet past was something that she obviously hated to do.
And so why she did it, I could never figure out. t
Well Doctor, it all started with my sister.
She was older than I, with a better understanding of the ways of the world. She had always gotten more than I, both from my parents and from life itself. I was always kind of jealous of this fact, and I would sometimes let it show.
I've always adored the movies. I believe that films can set your soul free, you know what I mean? I mean, look around and you'll notice the overwhelming fact that the world sucks hard, especially the small piece of it that's called Miami! The only thing to do late at night is either fuck or sleep, which sounds like fun, but I ask you, who do you know that fucks every night? Now I see that you've gotten my point.
Well, what this is all leading up to is that I happened to be sitting in a movie theatre, as usual of course, on a Friday night, watching a Shit Flick, or a movie so bad that it's laughable, entitled "The Mad Bomber." I loved those shitty movies you see, and there's a part where the Rapist, who is known only by the Bomber, is jacking off while looking at some porno movies of his wife. Honest, it's really in that movie! Just as he comes, his little projection room blows up, it being another sight of the Mad Bomber.
Well, the entire movie had been so offensive to anyone who wasn't a complete deviate, that
I finally burst out laughing! I laughed so loudly that I farted, which was really embarrassing! I had become just as low as the Bomber, simply from watching the movie!
Just at that moment, I happened to turn around for some reason, I suppose to see if anyone had gotten a snoutful of my cheesy wind. My smile faded immediately as I found myself gazing into the face of one of the most handsome young men I'd ever seen in my life! He wore glasses, and had thick dark hair and a beard. He looked at me as I stared at him, and smiled. My heart almost melted when I saw that he had acknowledged me. Then my heart got a shock as I saw who it was that he had gone out with that evening.
It was Barbi! My fucking sister! How fucking typical. I see something I want, and before I can even begin to approach it, I'm too late because she got there ahead of me! That cunt could really infuriate me at certain times in my life, and this was surely one of them.
"Hi, Maddy!" Barbi sang to me, as a big grin fit over her puss. She put a wet arm over the young man's shoulder, and I could smell her B.O. one row away. "This is Al!"
Al smiled again, as I finally got a chance to say hi to him. I then turned back and finished the movie in a silent fury. Incidentally, the Bomber blows himself up at the end of the movie, as the camera lingers on his headless body, pon which only is attached a big, bloody bone where his head used to be. Talk about a scum movie!
I tried to avoid my big sister on the way out, but seeing as how she was in the next row, it was of course impossible to do. "I hear you're into movies, Maddy," said the pretty penis, as Barbi grinned moronically. "Maybe we can all get out come night."
I glanced at my sister, who gave me some serious, keep-away looks. "Sure!" I said, as I gave the cute Al a grin, then walked up the aisle all alone. I was tired of getting fucked over by Barbi.
Well, time when on and Barbi and Al saw a lot of each other. She would spend entire evenings over at his apartment. My folks were always extremely liberal, which is why they never cared that much.
But Al and I would speak on occasion, whenever he was waiting at our house to pick her up, or if I happened to meet them someplace in town. Al loved music almost as much as I did, and we had many of the same records.
One night he asked me over to listen to the new Steely Dan album. I freaked out a bit, but naturally raced on over. We listen all night, and spoke about each other and what we wanted out of life. He was very friendly and he made me feel secure just by being with him.
One night, at about one in the morning, there came a knock on his door, and who was standing there but my sister! She flipped out, dragged me out to the car and warned me never to hang around with Al any more, and that she would beat the shit out of me if I did.
I told her that it was all very innocent, but of course she never really believed me. After she had gone, I went back inside to speak with Al. He was very upset that she had come over at all.
"You know," he said, sitting down beside me on an old couch in his living room, "your sister gets to me sometimes. She is very demanding, but then again she will fool around behind my back. I can't understand her reasoning. All is not going well with us."
I could see that he was being quite sincere, and I reached out and touched his hand, telling him that I was sorry for the shit my sis was putting him through. I don't want you to think that Al was a pussy or anything, he was just a very sensitive young man, and I think that that's very attractive nowadays.
We sat there in the darkness of the evening, feeling the cool breeze blowing in his open window from the outside. It was very sexual then, simply to be sitting and holding hands with this guy, the man that I never thought I would ever get to know when I first met him.
He seemed to feel the same way, for he gripped my warm little hand tighter. He turned toward me and gave me a sweet smile, which made my heart warm inside my little chest. It felt right, being there with him, as if we were two old friends who had been through a lot together. And in a way we had, since much of his beliefs on life were very similar to my own.
That was when he leaned over and kissed me. It surprised me for a minute, but I naturally loved it! I immediately closed my eyes and kissed him back. I was sorry that my lips hadn't been wet, so I stuck out my tongue to lick them, and found that it slipped into Al's mouth quite easily! His mouth was very warm, and when his tongue touched mine, I got a beautiful, full feeling in my body, as if nothing could ever hurt me as long as he was by my side.
I sat there and kissed his warm, wet lips. There was nothing shameful in his kissing me, nothing that he was doing just to feel my soft, young lips. It was a friendly kiss, and one that said, "We're in this life together, so never fear, I will always be with you." He pressed his moist lips upon mine, and my head was becoming a trifle dizzy with joy.
I suddenly felt very bad about it, though, as if we were fucking behind Barbi's back. I pulled away and said, "What about my sister, Al? I feel like we're using her, or something." One thing that I always knew I wasn't was a home-wrecker, or the cause of a relationship to break up.
"Listen," he said, "I've got to tell you something. From the first night I saw you, I've wanted to be near you. To speak with you, and laugh with you. I can tell when someone shares the same interests as I do, and it showed immediately when I first laid eyes on you." He was looking me straight in the eyes, and I knew that he meant every word that he said.
"But I still feel like I'm coming between you and Barbi," I explained to him, which only made him grip my warm little hand even harder.
"Believe me," he answered, "there's nothing for you to come between. I knew that she wasn't what I wanted almost from the start. I only think I stayed with her now just so that I could get to you.".He gazed at me deeply. "Maddy," he said as he eyed me so intensely that it almost frightened me, "you are the young woman I've been waiting my entire life for. I truly believe that now! And I don't want you to get away from me!" He then stood up, giving me a bear hug that simply radiated warmth throughout my entire body. I believed every word he had told me, for I could tell in our conversations that, given a different situation, we would've very easily fallen deeply in love with one another. I felt as though I'd known him for my entire life, as I now stood wrapped in his arms.
He then pulled away from me slightly and gave me the biggest and wettest kiss I'd ever recieved in my little life. Only a man who loved you dearly could kiss you with such burning passion, I thought, as I became engulfed in the sweet warmth of his strong body. He pressed himself against me hard, and I felt as though he was never planning on letting me go.
I gave in, not being able to hold back my hot desire for him. I wrapped my arms around the back of his head and kissed him back passionately. I crammed my tongue deep into his mouth, as I licked the wetness on his teeth and gums. My head was spinning, so good did it feel to be in his arms, planting wet French kisses on his hot mouth. It felt just as though we were truly meant for each other, as our saliva spilled into one another's mouth. I sucked his thick tongue deeply into my mouth, sucking his spit into my throat and tasting his succulent mouth, nice and satisfying in its wet and warm ambiance.
I then pressed my heated groin against his own. My eyes popped open in front of his face as I felt his hard cock against the crotch of my jeans! It was so tall and thick that I felt like coming right there in my pretty panties, but I didn't want to look eager.
"I'm sorry," he said meakly, nodding down at his stiff prick as it stood in his pants. "I hope you're not offender." He looked at me with puppy-dog eyes, so sincere were his words.
"Not at all!" I proclaimed quietly. "As a matter-of-fact, I'm very flattered!" I closed my eyes and pressed my wet lips against his own again. The sensation came-back to me just like an old friend.
He kissed me back, as I felt his hot cock once more against my covered cunt, which I could feel was seeping juice at the hardness of his cock being pressed up against me. I almost felt faint, as I began to want Al very much, my desires being stirred by his growing manhood.
He kissed my wet mouth with longing, as he ran his warm hands through my hair, making my scalp tingle with excitement. I loved the feeling of being caressed by him, and I pressed my entire body as close to him as I could, wanting him more with each passing moment.
"I love you, Maddy," he said, and I believed him. I loved hearing those words, and I licked out the inside of his steamy mouth with my aching tongue. I wanted him so badly I could've exploded. I was feeling my come oozing out of my crotch and slowly dripping down my thighs.
He then slowly slipped his hand into my loose shirt, and gripped one of my small but definately sensitive tits. His hand on my tit was warm and inviting, and I could feel myself coming some more. He squeezed my chest flesh as he crammed his long, wet tongue deeper into my mouth, licking and sucking on my tongue. He pinched my nipples one at a time, and I came in cool, wet streams down my pants. I pressed his hand closer on my breasts, just letting my jism flow over my clothes and stain my panties and jeans.
He then reached down with his other hand and put my hot palm onto his thick cock as it stood to meet me in his pants. I almost swooned with desire for him, feeling his wonderful prick and rubbing my knuckles against the stiff shaft of his long tool. He continued to play with my sweet nipples as I rubbed my fingers and palms against his erect penis, making my cunt ache for him to touch me down there, where I'd never been touched before. My pussy was dripping wet as I latched onto his hard rod and reached further down to touch his hot balls. I couldn't believe how very much I wanted to experience Al carnally. His prick was making me come in little rivers just by messaging it, and also by feeling his fingertips pinch my blooming nipples as they crowned the tips of my tits.
"Oh I love you, too!" I promised him, as I squeezed his hot nuts through his pants. He was driving me crazy with his touch. His gentle warmth flowed through his palm and into my full nipples. He squeezed them lovingly, and it was as if he were squeezing the come out of my pussy when he did it. It was a great feeling for me, and one that I truly loved.
"I'm gonna make you feel it," he said, as he sat me down upon the couch again. This time he gently undid my zipper and brought my jeans down my milky thighs and finally onto the floor, where they slipped off of me with wet ease. I could feel my come smearing down my bare legs, as Al took off my soiled panties and rubbed my pussy hairs, wetting his fingers from the moisture that had seeped from out of my begging pussy.
He then put me, bare-cunted, into his lap, where he spread my legs apart wide and proceeded to run his figers over the wet lips of my outer twat. I could feel a tingling sensation passing through my entire lower body, as he rubbed the moist mouth of my cunt with loving hands. His strokes were gentle and smooth, as he tried not to hurt me.
Next my new lover opened up my shirt totally, exposing my lovely little breasts to his hungry eyes. He then stuck his finger inside of my twat, and that hurt a bit, and came out with my juice on the tips of his fingers. He then slowly spread them over my bursting nipples, making them wet and shiny with my love juices, as he smiled at my happy face.
"I love you, now and forever!" he said, and he bent down and touched the tips of my tits with his moist tongue. I squirmed as he licked my come from off of my nipples, as I produced even more jism from my pussy. He simply reached down and brought up more, which he spread from one small hill to the other, making a stream of my come between both of my hard nipples. He then ran his tongue along that stream, eating my come juice and sucking on my precious nipples whenever his mouth arrived at them.
"Oh, I adore you, Al!" I panted, the come flowing out from my cunt like a leaky faucet. He wet his whole hand in it, as if it were a cool mountain stream, then licked his fingers above my face for me to see. It was so erotic it was making me come non-stop. I loved this handsome young man, and I knew that he never wanted to lose touch with me, so to speak. He knew just how to make my pussy water, and he savored my water on top of that.
I grabbed his head and popped his mouth back onto my pointy nipples, which became hard little nuggets inside of his lips. He bit them and played with them between his clean white teeth, as he tickled my pussy with his two strong fingers on his right hand. He had me right where he wanted me, and my clit had risen to the grand and wet occasion.
"Oh, Al," I told him, "make me come in rivers! Make my come flow down your palm and onto your strong arm. I love to be loved by you!" I leaned back in his left arm and let him handle as much, and in any way, as he wanted, loving the touch of his fingers on my wet, little clitoris!
"Love you, baby," I said softly, as the hurt swept into my pussy slowly. His tingling of my clit was going to make me come any minute, of that fact I was very sure. I held on to his head, cramming my tits up and into his mouth, as my come started to flow rapidly from out of my swollen pussy, his fingers moving faster against my rough clit.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" I cried, as I relaxed my pussy muscles and felt a great load of jism rush out of my cunt, like water from out of a dam. He kept tickling my sensitive clitoris, which caused me to squeeze more juice from out of my precious pussy. My hips convulsed in hot waves, and my nipples stood tall and hard inside of Roy's wet mouth. He sucked and bit them as he stimulated my clit up to the breaking point. I felt my come flowing down my bare legs in slick sheets. My juice was thick and sticky. I pressed my boobs into his wet mouth and moved them against his tongue, letting him lick them as he cleaned out my cunt, draining it of all the come I'd had in me all of my life.
I then sunk into his wet arms, as he kissed me and held my wet body closer to him, loving me through his caresses.
INTERVIEW TWO
Barbi still saw him after that, though she no longer stayed with him overnight. I had fallen deeply in love with him.
I had felt very badly about that night. Although I hardly ever got along with my sister.
I never wanted to break up her relationship with anybody.
I wouldn't do that to anyone.
But, it all really became that much harder later on.
I remember one time, shortly after the first night I came with Al, when I was speaking with Barbi as she was getting dressed to go out with him. She was packing her tits into an evening gown, when I entered the bathroom to wash my face, having just come back from running.
"You know something," my sister said to me, "the last night we were out together, Al made me come thirty times in a row! Can you imagine, thirty times? She was smiling as she admired her boobs in the full-length mirror, prissing herself up for yet another wet night.
I hated myself for it, but I was really jealous! I knew that he was fucking her in a desperate attempt to convince himself that possibly he really did feel something for her, and I was sad that the cunt he had been fucking wasn't my own. You see, I'd have never fucked him while he was still seeing Barbi. That's a ridiculous fucking situation!
As the weeks passed, however, she finally confronted me with the big question: Was I fucking Al?I told her truthfully that we liked to talk all night, and that he hadn't banged each other since he was still going with her. I didn't mention the moments of wet foreplay, however.
I told her that I love him, which stopped her cold in her tracks. She looked like she was trying to fit all the pieces of a puzzle together, and that she really didn't know how it would come out.
One month later, Al stopped picking her up. He told me that they had both agreed to cool it, believing that they really weren't all that right for one another. He said that he felt very badly about hurting my sister, but that now he believed more than ever that they were not meant for each other. Things became very quiet around the house after that. Barbi never spoke to me and, sensitive asshole that I was, I felt very down by the fact that she didn't want to talk to me! All my fucking life I've felt as though I've owed the world for my state of existance, like I was always to blame for everything that happened all around me, which I believe I got from being dominated by my sister when I was very young.
Never the less, we weren't speaking. She didn't actually act poorly towards me, she just acted as if I'd taken away something that she wasn't good enough to get in the first place. She might of resented me, but she knew that none of it could be called my fault.
It took a minute before it hit me, but then I realized just what it had all meant. Al broke up with her because he wanted to, and he had naturally been the one who had initiated their dissolving actions. He had finally found out exactly who he wanted to be with him for the rest of his long life, and it hadn't been my older sister.
It was I! He was all mine now! I thought about what it would be like, being married to Al and having his babies, then having to face Barbi during the holidays. The situation was so fucked up in my mind's eye, that I couldn't really believe it was happening this way. But who was I to look a gift cock in the mouth, and one that I loved at that? So I quietly picked up some of my clothes, especially a change of clean panties, and sneaked out of the house. I felt my heart pound and my pussy tingle as I made my way over to Al's place.
All of my guilt had finally left me, and I felt no shame in considering Al's stiff penis, or what it would be like to lay beneath his erect cock, feeling it love and pump me. It was all so pleasant a daydream, that I felt as though I'd been given a real gift from God, which was in fact just the case. I hurried to his door, my crotch growing hotter by the minute.
"Hello, true love," his sweet voice said, as I had finally reached his apartment door, finding him there. He seemed as though he had been waiting all along for me to come, so to speak.
I rushed into his joint, and threw down my clothes upon the couch. I was ecstatically happy, and I turned to face him, smiling as I ran up and threw my warm arms around his super body. He kicked the door shut with a foot, then held me in that lovely bear hug of his. His great warmth seemed to leak through my lovely little chest.
"You're finally all mine!" I raved. "I can't believe that we have each other all to ourselves at last!" I looked him in the eyes and planted a big, wet kissy on his mouth. His lips reminded me of a blossoming flower, so soft and sweet wer hey to the touch.
"You're the woman I've waited for my whole life long," Al said as he squeezed me tight, "so I figured I could wait a few more days. And now you see that it's all been worth it!" He kissed my mouth, sending his tongue into my head hole to lick my wet gums and suck sensually on my tongue. He tasted the flavor of my mouth as he explored the dark cave of my jaws and tongue. His tongue in my mouth was like a rabbit running through a forest. He held me and lifted my feet off the ground, pressing his wet chops onto my face. He licked my hot lips and squeezed my shoulders with a loving embrace.
Al then pulled my warm body away from his slightly, as he brought his face up to mine. "I want to make you the happiest young woman on Earth!" and he actually lifted my entire body up off of the ground and cradled me like a little baby.
Al stood there and gently rocked me in his arms, or at least I thought he was, as I'd shut my eyes and rested my hot head against the crook of his arm. It was such a peaceful feeling to have him hold my body gingerly. I felt as high as the clouds.
"You are my little girl," he said softly, "and I love my little girl." I was finding it very erotic, lying in his arms and listening to him speak to me, with my eyes closed, like a little girl. I smiled up at him, as I opened my eyes. Al looked to me like an angel, his face grinning back down at mine. He was very strong, I thought, to be holding me for so long a time.
I looked up at him in the strange silence, slowly coming to realize that my time for being a little girl had finally come to an end. I felt a bit sad, knowing that soon he would be entering his massive manhood into my warm and wet hole, causing me to change for the rest of my life.
Al then slowly walked me into the bedroom and put me down on the bed. I watched as he turned off the lights. The room was then illuminated only by the thin beam of light coming into his sexy bedroom. He smiled at me pleasantly as he turned off the last lamp.
"Now you become a woman," Al told me, as he started to remove his clothing, watching my eyes scan his young, firm body. I laid back in bed and settled down, drinking in his limbs with my eyes.
Al took off his shirt teasingly, not like a woman but as if he had been planning to do this for months. His chest was -lined with modest muscles, and his hairy tits looked quite inviting there in the dim light. He let his shirt drop to the floor.
I was not at all afraid, as his presence had made me feel safe and warm. It was so good to finally be in his bed!
He slipped off his jeans, revealing a large bump in his clean underwear. I stared at it with lust, running my tongue over my lips. I spread my legs apart on the bed, feeling very hot but comfortable. I was getting into his naked body, a piece at a time.
I then decided to take some of the initiative as I stood up by the bed. Standing in the semi-darkness, I began to undress for Al's enjoyment. I wanted to tease him lovingly.
I slowly unbuttoned my shift, as I saw his eyes licking the long strip of skin between my petite breasts. He sighed as I took my shirt out of my jeans and stood before him, trying to look as delicious as I could. I took the ends of my shirt and opened them along the smooth flesh of my boobs, stopping just before I exposed my nipples to his hungry gaze. His cock was very stiff, and looked to be crammed into his underwear as he stood before me.
Next I unzipped my jeans. Stepping out of them, I put my hand to my crotch. I felt the slight wetness between my soft thighs, as I rubbed lightly on the mouth of my panties for my man's sake. My cute tummy was peeping out from between my shirt ends, as it parted open a bit on my chest. It made me very wet to be teasing my man like I was.
Al closed his eyes and exhaled softly. I could tell that I was quietly bringing his sex drive up to a peak, as his cock was so hard it had almost peeked over the top of his drawers. He opened his eyes again, as we gazed at each other in mutual desire.
"This is for you," he whispered, "and carefully slipped his hands into the sides of his bulky undies and slowly slipped them off his hard torso. The tip of his dick popped out of his drawers like an eel, followed slowly by his long, stiff shaft. It never seemed to stop growing, as he teased me with his hard prick, slipping out of his underwear a bit at a time.
I felt the juice drip out of me while I rubbed my pussy gently with my smelly fingertips. The sight of his cock coming into my view an inch at a time was getting me so horny, I felt my tits burning up on my chest. My nipples were nice and hard, and they stood against my silky shirt. I was hot all over, and I blew some kisses in the direction of my new cock.
I then slipped out of my loose and open shirt, letting it slip over my hots breasts and off of my shoulders, landing up on the floor in a soft pile. I raised my arms up into the air and pointed my succulent nipples at my lover, as I pinched them and pulled on them. I even made myself wetter, standing there in front of him and playing with my tits. I squeezed them and pulled them as far off of my chest as I could. They weren't very large, but I could sure feel pleasure racing through them as I fondled my own knockers. I saw that the more I played with them, the harder Al's cock stood between his legs. It was rough and pointed straight ahead toward my wet and waiting cunt.
I then slid out of my wet pussy container, and dropped it to the floor. I stood in front of my Al, stark naked and proud. I gripped my tits and ran a finger up my twat, feeling the love juice escape onto my hand. I was making myself sick with desire, and my little heart pounded in my sweet chest.
I laid down on his bed, pulling back the cool covers. I rec-lined with my head propped up on his pillow. I could smell his scent on the pillow, and it made me desire him all the more. I lay there with my legs spread wide, my pussy wide open for his inspection, as I stuck my tongue out in sweet vulgarity, straining it in the direction of his stiff dick.
Al walked up to my warm form and played with his penis in front of my face. He knelt upon the bed and squeezed his balls, rolling them around in his hands as his dick stood straight up to the ceiling. I wanted so badly to lick his hard shaft, but he wouldn't let me, instead he chose to tease me further, running his hands lightly up and down his prick, as it seemed to dance in his hands. He gripped his nuts and held on tightly to his cock, obviously getting a lot of pleasure out of masturbating in front of my waiting lips.
"Close your eyes, Sweetheart," Al told me, as I shut my peepers and sat against the wall, waiting for him to play his little game. I could feel heat through the darkness of my eyelids, as I parted my lips in a natural reaction toward the mystery that was to come.
That's the moment that I felt the hot, soft tip of Al's penis kiss my lips. It had a slight drip of juice on the end that immediately crawled into my mouth and up my tongue. It tasted like a droplet of salt, and it was a lovely surprise to feel my Al's hot dick slip silently into my warm mouth. I kept my eyes closed, as it made the sexual aspect of sucking on his meat more exciting for me, not that I was lacking any in enthusiasm, of course.
I sucked in my precious dick, taking it all deep into my mouth and feeling my man's heat pulsating throughout it. I call it mine, of course, simply due to the fact that it was attached to my lover, and whatever was his, was now mine. Especially his cock and balls.
I touched myself as I moved my head back and forth along the pole of his manhood, sipping its occasion spill of juice into my mouth. My twat was oozing its own dreamy cream while I tasted the dick of my dreams. His thick shaft filled my mouth to capacity, as I closed onto it tightly with my moist lips, while sucking it in and out of my dark, wet mouth. His cock was sticking out of my orifice like a huge cigar, and I munched on it like an eternal hot-dog, sucking on him with relish. And it was delicious!
My cunt was wet and dripping on the soft sheets of Al's bed. It felt so good to sit there and ooze come out of my pussy, knowing that it was becoming a small part of his bedroom. I fingered my clit until the come poured out of me like a lake falling over rocks, as I sucked on his meaty cock and chewed gently on the hardness of his manhood.
Al then dropped all of his weight onto his knees, as he squatted in front of me and fucked me in the face, driving his hard shaft in and out of my mouth. My saliva spread from the tip of his penis all the way to his balls, where it dripped off in long, hairy strings. The movement of Al's dick over my tongue made my head swim and I pressed my fingers into my swimming clitoris. I was coming in gallons as his dick slid in and out of my head. He fucked my lips with a fever, as his balls would bounce up to hit my chin every other second. I sucked hard on his meat and gobbled up his prick with a passion.
"Oh, I love to have you suck my cock!" Al moaned. "I love you to pump my meat in your mouth! It feels so warm and wet on your tongue! I love you, Maddy!" he said, while he pulled his pud in my mouth, my tongue collecting dozens of his come drops. I lapped them down my throat as I drank heartily from his hot cock, taking it lovingly into my mouth, again and again.
He then reached down and slipped his fingers into my pussy. They slid inside of me so easily, just like my come had been butter. Al fingered my clit rapidly, which sent me into convultions of wet, sticky passion. I raised my twat up slightly, helping him to slide his hand way up my juicy cunt as I rocked my hips to the movement to his hand. He tickled my pussy button with love, and I pulled on his cock with my mouth. We were making each other wet and dripping with lust, as we finally let ourselves go and stimulated each other's organs and minds, for even then I knew that at least half of a great fuck happens in the mind. The more you feel for a person, the more you can come. Sometimes that's even true when the feeling borders on hate, though I've never really known anyone who had fucked someone that they hated. I've only heard it been said.
"Oh baby," sighed Al, "I want to make love to you!" He then slipped his super wet penis out of my loving mouth, gently parted my thighs and stuck half of his prick up my cunt. I reached back and, holding onto the cold wall, pulled myself down further onto his cock, as it made its way into my twat with a moderate amount of hurting. It was my first dick, you know, and that can be some undertaking for a young girl. I was glad that I'd already come as much as I had, for my twat juices surrounded his prick and enabled it to slide fairly easily into my snatch. My heart was trying to punch its way out of my chest, as I sent my hot tits up into the air, my breathing becoming much more intense.
Al pumped his meat in between my legs slowly, so as not to hurt me too much. I could feel that he was trying to break in my pussy a little bit at a time, though I could definitely feel a certain amount of dull pain, as my hymen was tearing open a bit at a time.
"I love you, Al, Sweetheart," I told him, as I took his thick slab of cock meat up into my pussy. I was coming so much I couldn't believe it. The jism was running down my legs in wet sheets, and I tried to impale my cunt on his dick, though I didn't get too far, since it was starting to hurt like a duil throb. But it was nowhere bad enough to interfere with my enjoyment of fucking the first man I had ever really loved. He was like a rare jewel, and I wrapped my arms about his back and tried to squeeze some of the pain away. He fucked me carefully but firmly, as I finally took every inch of his cock into my pussy, as I latched on to his waist and held on for dear life.
We fucked each other in the cool night air. His dick was incredibly full in my twat, our tongues sliding over one another as we Frenched our lips together in wild passion. I even lifted my knees into the air a bit, which eased a bit of the pressure in my pussy. I pressed my burning lips onto Al's as we tried to fuck the night away. But alas, neither my cunt nor his cock could take that much of a beating before something had to give.
And it finally did when, after as much of his pounding of my virgin pussy as we both could take, Al whispered to me, "I want to come inside of you, Maddy! I want you to feel me come inside you!" He then emitted a short groan, and I felt his hot liquid splash inside of my moist cunt, as his come mixed with my own within the dark walls of my pussy. He pumped the muscles in his prick and shot gobs of his creamy love deep into my vagina, as I melted in his arms, his hot sperm seeming to put out a fire on my clitoris. It was pure ecstasy, feeling his come swimming in the ocean of my twat, as I kissed him deeply, our juices flowing out of my cunt and running down both of our legs.
It had been a hot, wet, comey night for both of us, and I had lost little Maddy that evening, never to find her again.
Life was wonderful after that, for both Al and myself, as we were hardly ever apart, our lives having joined as one when our come had mixed for the first time. I became quite adept at fucking, thanks to my newfound love, and we did it as often as was possible.
We had seriously spoken of marriage, though I had been the one to have to bring up the subject. Eventually Al became interested in it as much as I, and I longed for the day when we were to be wed. I had asked Al on several occasions, but for some reason he never would promise a date.
Barbi and I were even speaking, or something similar to that. She had said hi to me whenever we passed each other at home, but I wasn't there that often anymore, spending most of my time at Al's.
Then one night, Barbi asked me how Al and I were doing together, which was a question she had never asked before. I looked at her strangely, but told her that we were very happy indeed. I never thought much about her inquisitiveness after that night.
Until, one week later, I had entered Al's apartment to find him slouched over the couch, holding his head in his hands. He looked like he'd just been sentenced to die somewhere.
I ran to him and asked what was the matter. He sadly told me that my sister had been over very late the night before, and that they had wound up in bed together, fucking all through the night!
I couldn't believe it. When I asked him why, he said that he, for some reason he didn't understand, wanted to know if she still cared for him, because he wasn't sure if he still loved her or not.
I walked out of there and never laid eyes on either of them again. Once again, I felt as though the world had taken a shit on top of my head.
CONCLUSION
Maddy K. took a long time to overcome her terrible hurt, both in her pussy and in her heart. It has made a permanent affect in her attitude towards men; a pessimistic one that she may never overcome.
She now resides in New York City, where she writes porno novels for a living. And I have been told that, those nights when she has to work very late, she writes until dawn, when she doesn't have to walk home through the dark streets.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
SUBJECT: Janet L. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Apparently these previous cases, or most of them anyway, had misunderstood my work. Mostly I've dealt with severely traumatized young girls who have been put through a horrendous sexual encounter that has almost destroyed their early lives. Most of the afore mentioned woman didn't have it nearly so bad in their first sexual lesson they apparently only wanted to share the experience with someone other than themselves. And let's be honest; I am a psychiatrist and as long as I get paid, what the fuck do I care?
The following case is a classic example of the horrors that I am presented with from time to time. Janet L. was a lovely young girl. Her family life suddenly turned into shit, and her first fuck was ... Well, I'll let you read it for your own enlightenment. This is her story!
Well Doctor, I guess it all began with my childhood, which actually was not so bad when I look back on it.
I was a cute little girl, the pride of the family and all. My parents were always very proud of me, and I was a good student and tried to live a decent life, even as a child.
My first father had died when I was only one year old. I often would sit with my mother and look for hours at old photographs of their wedding ceremony. He was really quite a handsome young man, and I remember always thinking about how, when I became married, I would wed a man who looked just like my father. He had always been a strong inspiration throughout my early growing years, and I always wondered whether or not he knew that.
When I was about three years old, my mother remarried, hence the two "parents" I had mentioned at the beginning of our interview. He had been a sailor, and had big, thick-muscled arms and short hair. He always looked a bit funny when he would be out with my mother, I thought, but he loved her just the same. And he had always been good to her. Almost always, that is!
Over the years, my stepfather would come home very late some nights, with the smell of booze fresh and heavy on his breath. I remember smelling it at the top of the stairs, when he would wake me up with his smashing of glasses, as he poured himself more whiskey after guzzling it down all night in some bar. It was as if he could never get enough.
You see, Doctor, he was an alcoholic, a very ugly habit that he'd picked up during those long and lonely voyages overseas. He had been very good about keeping it all under control when he had first met my mother, who was a very pretty woman, but as I reached my teens, he'd started to hit the bottle again. I believe it was caused by some deep psychological want for him to get back into the ocean, and how he had come to resent Mama and me for tying him down on land. Or at least that is what the doctors told me, after this whole horrible ordeal had erided.
You see, there was that final night, when he had come home more drunk and dangerous than I had ever seen him before. He had apparently forgotten where he lived and who he was living with, and he arrived in the house at three in the morning with a fucking whore on his arm! Or maybe it was just that he had stopped caring. He was walking her up the stairs when I ran up to him and asked him who the strange woman was he had come home with.
Well, that was when my mother had come out of the bedroom, having woken up to he sight of another woman hanging onto my father, or stepfather I mean, I never want it thought that he had anything to do with me, or vis-a-vis.
"Who the fuck is that? the whore asked my stepdad, as the reality of the fucked-up situation had slowly come back into his clouded mind.
My mama naturally freaked out and yelled, "Who the fuck am I? Who do you think you are?" And then she ran down the stairs after the hired cunt, who had turned and ran out of the house as fast as her high heels could take her. I started to cry, knowing that something horrible was about to happen. I was fifteen years old, although now it seems like a hundred years ago.
My father ran up into the bedroom just as my mom came back into the house. She was madder than I had ever seen her before, and it really frightened me to look at .her that way.
"Get into your room," she told me, as she quickly followed my stepdad into their bedroom. I slowly walked back into mine, shaking as I went. I was now crying freely, too.
There came very loud shouting and cursing from their room, with that asshole saying stuff to my mom like, I want a fucking divorce!" and "You can't tell me what to do!" I hated him then with all my heart, and I considered picking up the phone and calling someone, though I had no idea who I would call if I did. I slipped under my covers and sat, shaking like a leaf.
I then heard a lot of commotion, as my mom had ran down the long flight of stairs and into the kitchen. My heart started to pound incredibly fast, and I zoomed down the stairs after her. I loved my mama a lot, and I wanted to be with her because I knew that she needed me then.
That was when the drunken sailor entered the kitchen, in which I stood with my mother, who had picked up the longest fucking butcher knife in the house! He took one look at me by my mom and laughed saying, "Protecting your momma from me, are ye?
Then his bloodshot eyes focused on my mom, as she stood holding the long and shining knife. His face turned into a red fright mask as he screamed, "You're going to kill me, are ya?" and charged for my mother, a look of absolute insanity on his face.
He ran towards my mother as I shrieked! My high-pitched scream could be heard all around the block, or so I hoped!
Mom and he struggled, as somehow, since he was much stronger than my mother, he had gotten hold of the long knife, and suddenly plunged it into my momma's ribs! He as if he didn't know that he had just stabbed my mama.
"I hate you, you motherfucker!!" I yelled at the top of my voice, my heart pounding from the rush of gallons of blood flowing wildly through my veins. "I hate you!"
And that was when he slowly turned to me, a blood-stained knife in his hand and an insane look on his face.
I tried to scream again, but nothing came out. I could hardly breathe as I stood as if nailed to the floor. The only thing that made me finally come back to life was when the tattooed creep came after me!
I turned and ran out of the front door, which, thank God, was still left open. I ran into the dark night, as I still tried screaming, but finally concentrated more on getting my breathing back to normal, which took a long time to accomplish. But as soon as I replayed the event in my head, I started crying all over again, not believing the horror of it all.
I ran out into the dark street, standing in the middle of the road, almost wishing that I'd be run over, so that the nightmare would end. I walked quickly, constantly looking over my shoulder, expecting him to pop. out of the shadows at any moment.
A pair of bright headlights hit my eyes, as I stood in front of them and flailed my arms wildly. They screeched to a stop, as I ran up to the door of the vehicle, which was a van, and started to cry again.
"You've got to help me!" I cried, "something horrible's happening, and I want to get away from here!"
The driver was a thin old guy who looked to be about eighty years old. "Why sure, honey," he said, with a shit-eating grin on his face, "why don't you just hop on in the back of the van? He pointed to the back doors, which were now opening to admit me. He seemed a little weird, but I sure couldn't afford to be choosy at that moment, so I ran around and hopped on into the back, just as the van started up along the road again. I quickly looked out the window at the house, but I could see nothing, and there was no sign of that violent fucker running down the street, so I tried to relax.
Just as I wondered who had opened the back doors of the van, a light came on in the inside, brightening the back of the vehicle. There sat in front of me two of the scudziest guys I'd ever seen in my life! One guy had long, greasy black hair and the other wore filthy short, curly locks. They were both dressed in what looked like Salvation Army clothes and they stunk!
I let out a little surprised yelp, then felt a bit embarrassed to have acted so grossed-out in front of them both. They just sat there and smiled sickly as Curly picked his teeth. The other one scrunched up his face and farted, as suddenly I was more frightened than ever before.
The greasy-haired one brought up a camera from nowhere and said, "Pitcher," he then snapped my picture and waited for it to develope. When it did, it came out black as night. He then held out his hand and said, "Five dollars!"
I didn't know what the hell was going on, but these fucking people were obviously crazy. It was very scarey for me to be there with them, and I was grateful when he finally stopped at an old farmhouse.
I ran up to the driver of the van after we all got out and said, "I have to use vour phone! I've got to call the police!" I was beginning to shake again.
"Well," said the old-timer, "we ain't got a phone, but if you wanna wait for about five minutes, my other son will be here and he can take you anywhere you wanna go." I then followed him as we all entered this old wooden shack. The grounds were covered by pigs and goats and shit.
"You can just wait here, Missy," the old guy said, as I sat down on an old wooden upright chair. The entire interior of the house was like a slaughterhouse. There were chicken bones and feathers and all sorts of crap lying on the floor and upon this long table, which was centered in the middle of the room. It was a very freaky house.
I suddenly wondered why they hadn't offered to take me in the van to the police station, when it finally occurred to me that I shouldn't be in this place. I quietly got up, since everyone had already gone into the back of the house, and headed for the door.
My heart started to pound yet another time as I turned the doorknob and quickly flung the door toward me. I let out a yell as I stood face to face with a guy even uglier than the other two young men.
I didn't know what to do, I knew that I had to do something.
"Hey," he said as his breath smelled really something awful.
"Just where do you think you're going? He grinned a near toothless grin at me.
I suddenly felt I was in trouble. This must be the backwoods family I had read about. The family that had gotten so much publicity lately about being devil worshippers or killers or something like that. I was now scared shitless.
Doctor, I know that this isn't making much sense, but I swear to you, it's the truth! These were members of a family who, for generations, had lived as lowlives and savages. I just hadn't realized how very far from town I had been taken in the van.
I tried to run, but was caught by, I just now realized, the third son of the man. The other two had come out from the back and were throwing all the crap that was on the table down to the floor. I was much too afraid to ask what they were planning to do with me.
One of the boys said, "Prime her!" as the other two ripped off the flimsy nightgown that I'd been wearing as I ran from the house. I was so frightened that my nipples were actually hard on the tips of my full breasts, which were bobbing up and down as they laid me flat down on the table. I was incredibly scared and my heart was going full force.
"Nice tits!" mumbled the brother who'd just entered the house, and he bent down and squeezed my soft boobs, sending the nipples up into the air like two big eyes. He then clamped his mouth down upon the ends of my breasts, sucking them hare into his mouth and rolling my sensitive nipples around in his mouth. He was-disgusting, and the feel of his filthy mouth on my sweet breasts was enough to make me want to vomit.
The other two boys iad taken off their clothes, and I stared at their dirty bodies in horror. I was still a virgin, and I was about to be raped by three grotesque animals. I was sure that I'd get an infection if one of them stuffed their cock in my crotch!
"Pork her, boy!" said the one at my tits, as he then dropped his pants and, to my mounting horror, stuck his filthy prick into my mouth! He crammed it as far down my petite throat as it would go, and I almost gagged, both from the size and smell of his cock. He banged his hips into my head, as he held on tight to my pretty face and fucked my succulent mouth against my will. I tried to move, but the more I struggled, the harder he was on me. He shoved his thick cock way into my mouth, as my saliva dripped out from my tongue and off of his dick, all of which had now been crammed into my fighting mouth.
I jumped in horror and shock as the two boys at my feet spread my legs far apart, and started tickling my vagina, getting the juices to come and wetting the pure lips between my thighs. I didn't want these fuckers fucking me, and I tried to scream but was blocked, of course, by a huge and meaty cock on my tongue. I was getting hysterical as they both played with my pussy, while their brother dripped his unwanted come down my throat.
They pulled the wet lips of my virgin cunt apart, and then probed the hidden spaces of my pussy with their dirty fingers. It hurt me so much, having them cram their hands inside of my waist and move them around, feeling with their fingers like they were looking for something under a bed. Meanwhile, the third brother was stuffing his dong violently into my mouth. I could feel his come hot and wet as it touched my tongue in little droplets. It was making me sick, knowing that my loss of virginity would take place with a bunch of crazy maniacs.
They had taken their hands from my pussy, and I was terrified of what was to come next, for I knew it would be all of them! I hated them as much as I hated my stepfather, and I could not believe that all of this was actually happening to me, and all in one night!
I jumped hard on the table, as one of those bastards had jammed his stiff dick up my pussy! The fucking pain was immense, and I felt my hymen being busted and destroyed. I cried from disgust and incredible pain, as they all had their way with me, leaving me with no way to defend myself.
While one of the scum brothers was dicking me in the face, and another was cramming his heavy cock up into my mutilated twat, the third son had dragged me down to the end of the table where he lifted my ass up into the air.
No!! I thought, as I watched him spread the cheeks of my ass and ram his cock into my tight little hole there. I was fainting, as I housing two hard cocks in my body, one in my cunt and the other up my ass! The fucking pain was horrendous, and it made my entire body feel like a rag doll. They pumped their dicks into every orifice big enough to accommodate them. I became sore all over, while all three prick banged inside of my body with great force.
I could feel the blood flow from my aching cunt lips, as the cock inside my pussy dug into me with deep probing. It flew in and out of my twat with fury, tearing away at my once-perfect vaginal walls and lips. I felt as though I had been stuck on two telephone poles!
The other cock in my ass was hurting me even more than the one up my pussy, if that were indeed possible! My ass was raw and so fucking tight that it made my entire lower body feel like it had been run over by a semi! The tight spincter muscles around the mouth of my asshole were trying hard to fight off the anal onslaught, but it was all in vain. His cock was shoved all the way up my unbelievably tight asshole, and the hurt from my whole body was making my poor head spin in large and never-ending circles. My anal and vaginal cavities felt like they were completely plugged up with miles of throbbing cock.
"Hey there, ass man!" said the dick in my mouth. "Get on over here and help me fill her purty mouth with our home-style milk!" The cock finally left my crying asshole and walked over to my mouth, where the two brothers each put a hand to my face, as they jerked off over my mouth. Their thick, slimy sperm shot out of their dicks and sprayed onto my face, and when I had to finally breathe, it all dripped down into my mouth, gallons of hot, steamy come being poured down my throat as I then felt the last cock shoot its wad onto my raw pussy lips and drip onto my smooth tummy, where it landed in my navel and dripped down the sides of my hips.
I had become immersed in hot, salty sperm, and my body cried out for a rest. The tears flowed from my eyes, mingling the sheets of come on my face.
CONCLUSION
Well, the story of Janet L. is a horrible but true one, and she had sustained some slightly serious damage to her vagina and anus, though most of it has healed well.
The bizarre brothers apparently knew that they could, not be caught, for to Janet's surprise, they had simply left her on the table after having their way with her, and she ran from the house, weak but determined, until she had found someone to help her in her terrible plight. She had gone back with the police the following day, but the family had moved away, leaving behind slitted and stuffed animals on the floor of the house.
Her stepfather is now behind bars, and her mother, happily, has made a very good recovery from her wounds. She was heavily assisted by Janet, who was always there when she needed her daughter.
Janet L. hardly leaves her house these days, and never speaks to anyone when she does.
Yes, Janet was a victim of society, like so many girls before her. And sadly, so are many others every day, terrible recipients of today's free and easy sexual lifestyle.
Janet never socializes anymore, but keeps to herself in dark movie theatres and lonely taxi cabs. She has no friends, not even women friends, and she goes to sleep at night with the light on, as her one and only companion, a white kitty cat named Fluff balls, sleeps with her at the foot of her bed.
One week ago, Fluffballs left her room forever, leaving only a puddle of fresh piss on Janet's pillow to remember her by.
Boy, that's so sad, isn't it? If I thought it would help, I'd fuck that poor girl in every orifice of her body.
Life is like an armadillo, crammed up a young virgin's cunt. It leaves scars and sharp pains deep within the hymen of our existence, only to find a constant hurting on the clitoris of our lives.
Wouldn't you agree?
GENERAL CONCLUSION
The busting of a young girl's hymen is a serious affair, and one that often leaves mental, as well as physical, scars. You have only begun to understand the serious ramifications of this act, one which should always be a gentle and personal experience.
There are many women in the world, deprived of a natural, healthy sexual existance, due to a traumatic and painful meeting with a penis. We must never allow this to happen to our daughters!
We have seen in the book that the first affair, the loss of innocence, of certain women has been a very painful and heart-rending thing, which is a terrible reality to face.
There are also times when it has been a lovely, sweet and memorable moment in a young girl's life. Let us strive to produce the type of children who will be attracted by the kind aspect of early love-making.
If I may say so, it touches my heart deeply to hear the sad tale of a woman who has lived through the darker side of post-virgin happenings. Women like these have entered my office by the dozens, and it grieves me to have to accept large amounts of money from women as unfortunate as these. I would gladly work for a mere pittance, if I could but support myself with it. But sadly, this is not possible.
For we are psychiatrists, whose job it is to pave a long and smooth road of life from the asphalt of the mind, clearing the ground for a brighter and more prosperous America.
