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INTRODUCTION

My work is a passion with me. There are few people in the world fortunate enough to spend their lives in the occupation of their heart's desire. Most men and women find themselves, early in the game, abandoning their youthful aspirations in favor of the proverbial grindstone. I feel that I am one of those fortunate few, dedicated to my life's work totally, indeed obsessed by the possibilities I can envision.

My current research has led me to a field that is almost taken for granted, that of oral sex. Most sexually active men and women are aware of oral sex it is true. But the significance of this type of sexual activity has been so superficially explored by the more conventional sexologists as to render it like the weather. (Everybody talks about it but nobody does anything about it.)

In my taped interviews however, I came across such a vast array of persons with such original persuasions towards oral sex that I decided an anthology of these transcripts should be amassed for publication.

Here follows many intriguing adventures into that oral-dental-genital world. It is my sincere hope that it may stimulate further research on the subject.

CASE HISTORY ONE

Subject: Andrea Q. Age: Twenty-seven

INTERVIEW ONE

I first met Andrea at a society bazaar. She had asked who I was and when informed of the provocative manner of my work, immediately insisted upon an introduction. An enchanting young woman, of excellent proportions and strawberry blonde curls to her waist, she had great laughing green eyes that were quite unsettling, even to me. Once the introductions were complete, the woman said she had heard of my work and would really like an opportunity to tell her story. Knowing as I do that unusual sexual attributes and persuasions know no boundaries of class, race, religion, etc. I agreed to this. Besides she was the sort of half-imp, half-woman that anyone would have a hard time saying no to.

As it turned out, she did present me with a unique angle-but that story I shall allow Andrea to weave herself.

I was terribly glad to meet you, Doc-that bazaar was so dreadfully dull, all those ladies stuffing their faces with sugar-much better to stuff it with hot cream don't you think? Sorry. Well, to get right to the heart of the matter, that's where I'm at, oral sex. But it's not quite that simple. As you can see, I'm a beautiful woman. A real twentieth century princess, right out of the brother's Grimm with my golden curls and my blushing brow. Besides my father is a rich as a king.

So I should find me a handsome prince and live happily ever after, right? Not so, Doctor, not at all, because I've got an uncontrollable attraction to sublimely ugly men. Oh, what the slick pages of society would call an ugly man. But I tell you, the thought of some crooked face warming my thighs makes me quiver.

I've always been this way, just as long as I can remember. When I was twelve, even then I was a golden girl. My little body was just on the edge of bursting into something round and succulent. Even then I was constantly surrounded by little girls and little boys. I never sought it out, but I was like their queen. The teachers at school always picked me to play the leads in the school plays-always things like Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty. I never had to try, it was a walk on.

I'll never forget Nick though. He was the janitor at this place. All the other kids made fun of his big lopsided nose, his limping walk. I never did. And whenever we were rehearsing those stupid plays he was right out there in the auditorium, leaning on his mop and staring at me like I was the Virgin Mary.

Well, one afternoon, post-rehearsal, I kind of lingered behind, waiting until everyone had split for the day. I crept out and there he was mopping under the seats. I still had my costume on, all billowing and blue with no shoulder straps the front of the bodice exposing partially my sweet little tits.

I walked right up to him, bold as you please and asked him how he liked the show. He smiled and showed his teeth, all brown and rotten, maybe a couple missing. He just looked at me all over, then went limping off to a supply room, stage left. I stood there in the dark a while then I followed him, quietly opening the door. I was fascinated by the scene he was playing out on his own member. There he was, looking up at the ceiling, his hands pulling away at the long thing between his legs. I tell you, my cunt started burning like it had just got a hot foot. Couldn't figure it out, at all.

As I stepped into the room, the smell of disinfectants filled my nostrils. Slowly, I approached him, by accident knocking over a tin bucket.

He wheeled around, his hands flying from his cock and his cock swinging in my direction, just as hard as his mop handle. As he did that, one of my hands automatically went to my breasts, kind of sliding around there.

He swallowed audibly as his eyes riveted to my tits. I licked my little pink lips. He says to me, what the fuck are you doing in here. But I didn't say anything I just kept moving towards him, real slow. Just as he's about to zip up his pants I reach him. I don't know what it was Doc, but here, on this really absurd looking man was this absolutely scrumptious cock. It was huge. Of course, at the time, my knowledge of dicks was pretty limited. But somehow I just knew that this was what I was about. So I just reached out with my lily white hand and touched the big, red phallus. I swear ol' Nick nearly lost the rest of his teeth. Now I was real close to him and I put the other hand on him. Gently, almost timidly I started to press back the foreskin. I looked up at his face, he looked like he was going to have cardiac arrest. I started pressing his thing like it was modeling clay, molding it into this nice hard shape that I wanted. It was getting harder and harder, swelling into this immense purple pole. Nick started breathing real funny. His eyes rolling around in the sockets. He put his gnarled, calloused hands on my bare shoulders and started pressing them real hard. Well, that got me going all right. My mouth filled up with salavia like I was about to suck a lemon. Only it wasn't any lemon I was about to suck. I got into a much stronger rhythm with his cock now, cupping these low hanging balls with one hand and whittling away his dick real fast with the other.

But that wasn't what I was after. I had a real urgent vacuum in my mouth that was just hankering after that gigantic member. Getting down on my knees on the concrete floor, I positioned my body and sank in between his knees. My mouth drew real close to his groin and soon my pink tongue was whipping away at the length of his prick. Up and down it went, swooping underneath occasionally for a taste of his balls. His dick was bobbing up and down, back and forward, so I grabbed it with one hand and twirled my tongue around the instep of the head. Nick pressed harder on my shoulder, his grubby hands pulling my golden curls tightly. Little gasps and moan.; emanated from his mouth. He just stood there, paralyzed by the whole situation.

I had to have more of that tasty sweetmeat, I put my whole mouth around the head of his prick and started sucking him off like a milk-shake from a straw. The man was beside himself. I sucked harder and harder, gradually working about half of his prick down my throat, right past my tonsils. At first he just stood there, like I said, but all of a sudden he started moving. He started humping my face real slow. And I sucked on, starting to feel something creamy sliding down my gullet. He was getting real excited now and I looked up past his chest into his face. My green eyes seeing his, sort of squinting down on me. His brow was wrinkled with lust. Perspiration was dripping down from his forehead and I could see that his armpits were soaking wet. When our eyes met, that really did it. I guess he couldn't believe that here was this angelic Cinderella sucking off him, the janitor. Well, I sure as hell was.

He started going crazy. Jumping around and humping me like a fucking dog. His prick went in and out of my face like it was drilling for oil. My cheeks were sucked in with the pressure and the bones of my face were aching but I didn't stop, oh no, I just kept right on sucking like a son-of-bitch, until he began to whimper like he wasn't even a human being. He pushed his thick tool right down my throat, hanging onto my curls for dear life. I put hands on his ass and began to knead it, slyly sticking a few fingers down a little lower and fidgetting his butt-hole. Uncertainly I pressed my index into the shit-passage and he let out a yelp. Then, he started saying prayers, man, he repeated the names of every saint I'd ever heard of and a few demons too I think. Meanwhile, that cock was still pumping my mouth furiously, me still sucking away. At last, it started throbbing in my mouth and he broke the rhythm he'd been at. Suddenly, great gobs of cream burst into my tender mouth, filling it with this wet, sweet stuff, cleaning my teeth, entering my nasal passage and sliding down my throat. I didn't know what to do about that, so I just did the logical thing, I started to swallow.

And swallow I did. Gulping away until my throat hurt and my head was ringing and my eyes were bulging from the effort. I swallowed until there was nothing more, then I licked his member clean. He slid it out then, and I knelt there on the floor licking my lips.

He said I don't know what ya did that for, but I sure as hell am gonna do something nice fer ya too. I smiled up at him, as innocent as can be. He stooped over and picked me right up in his hairy arms. He laid me down in a pile of clean rags, even made a pillow of them for my head. Then he positioned me knees up in the air and pulled this great billowing dress up over my tummy. Very gently, he worked my white panties off. With trembling fingers he approached my sweet little twat. His index twinkling on the labias and circling around to my clit. I felt all kinds of tremors flying up my spine and going right to the core of my prepubescent being. With his thumb and his index finger he tweaked my clitoris and I couldn't help but utter this little cry of pain and pleasure. He stroked my inner thighs and slid his other hand right up into my twat. Two fingers entered that virgin passageway and weasled around in the blue grotto hidden there.

He mumbled something about my lovely hairless cunt and then started grabbing a little harder. Clamping his hot hands over my whole pussy. I was shivering from the intense heat flooding my groin.

Then he bent that grizzled head of his right down in my pussy, his face pressed against the tender flesh. Both his hands went to my thighs and pushed them farther apart. He was sniffing around in there like a dog looking for a nesting place. Then I felt his tongue lash out, once then twice, then resting on my clit. He began sucking it real gentle. Sighing and mumbling through his teeth. His hair tickling my white thighs. I reached down where he was at and put my fingers on his mouth. He sucked my fingers right in with my clit. Oh, god, that was good. I was twitching like I had fleas. And at that moment maybe I did. He inserted two fingers into my hole and started twisting them around. I could feel my little membranes growing wet with fuck sauce. The veins inside my vagina were throbbing and I put my other hand down where the action was. Suddenly his tongue moved from the clitoris to the entrance of ecstasy. His tongue was really big. It darted out of his mouth and jutted into my pussy. I heaved with the pleasure of it. My tiny buttocks started to move like they had a life of their own. I was flipping around in the rags like a fish thrown up on dry land. His tongue was making me a wild animal. Moaning, my face took an odd shapes, my eyes shut tight. His tongue whipped around in the frothy sea of my budgeoning womanhood. He was slurping it all up, his fingers titillating the edges of my quiveringcunt lips. Now I felt something starting in my abdomen, a great push towards my heart. Pleasure fighting with flesh.

I was coming for the first time in my life and I swear, my very bones came apart.

All the muscles and sinew of my body just separated disintegrated in a cosmic orgasm. With a cry of vengeance, I pushed his face hard into my twat and humped him fast and furious. His tongue just kept up its merciless assault, flipping around inside me where nobody else had ever been, his fingers pulling and grabbing at my clit and me riding him for all I was worth.

The feeling began to subside, but he didn't stop. With one hand free, he cupped my buttocks and pulled them up into his face so I couldn't move that torso of mine. Struggling to get free of his insistant tongue, I felt another orgasm coming on. I pulled up into a sitting position and I could see his ugly face intent on my twat. But that wasn't all I saw. I saw that ungainly stem of manhood pointing at me again. His face left his favorite nesting spot and came at me. I grimaced involuntarily. Suddenly he was mounting me. Pushing my thighs wide apart with his deformed hands. He said, now, princess, I'm gonna fuck you, think ya'll like that. Well, I didn't know what to say and he didn't give me much of a chance to say anything, because there was his big cracked lips covering mine and the immense weight of his body pressing on me. I felt the head of his prick poking around my little twat.

I started to struggle a little bit, but he just pressed down harder. His hands held my ass like a vise. His hot breathe flooded my mouth and I tasted my own young come on his tongue. But there was more to think of now, because his cock was finding its way down below. I felt the head enter my slit, and he began to work the whole thing in, slipping his big body all around me. I felt like I was suffocating from the inside out. The big tool suddenly lurched, and I would have cried out but he was practically swallowing my mouth. So this pathetic little muffled snort came out. He was grunting and snorting like some kind of animal. With another push his prick filled my little cunt. Oh, god, the pain at first was all I knew. And he was getting really into it, humping me and ramming me like his life depended on it.

His buttocks flew through the air and landed hard against me. I could feel the hardness of the floor beneath me and the hardness of his dick inside me. In and out it went, and funny, I started feeling pretty good about it. My little ass started squirming right in his hands. We started moving together, our pubic bones smashing against one another. I heard the sloshing of prick in cunt and I tasted come and saliva in my mouth, my nostrils flaired with the ammonia smell and the man smell and my own juice smell.

Well, I don't have to tell you, Doc, but we were both getting to that jumping off place. My hand slid right under his thick body and wrapped itself around his pistoning prick. That did the trick. He turned on full steam ahead, jamming my fuck hole with his flaming meat. And that old feeling came right up from the heart of pleasure, up my spine and I just evaporated right then and there. And Nick, well, Nick gave me a couple of finales and sperm sauce was coming like Noah's flood in there. Fuck sauce was in the air, I tell you.

Shit, Doc, I'm getting pretty exciting telling you about all this. Do you think we could do a rain check on this session?

Andrea was quite right about that. As the story progressed, her hand had slipped down between her legs and crept up to her womanly grotto. But I was quite interested in this story so I asked her back for another interview.

INTERVIEW TWO

I'm a lot older now but my preference for men and my taste for come are exactly the same, over the years I have been pursued by the most desirable men, even if I had been a pauper my idealized beauty would have kept them howling at the gates. But none of those turned me on, oh no, it was society's physical rejects, for the most part lonely older men-my father's lumpy gardener whose come tasted like salty mother earth, like pine sap, a poor crippled clerk, ( I sucked him off right in his wheel chair), poor derelicts that sat on public benches waiting for their lives to end. But there is one exception, a young man my age. Oliver. I met him about six months ago in a club called the "Well." You should have seen me that night, Doc, all dressed in silver weave and I mean real silver. The outfit just making me shimmer and accentuating my pear-shaped boobs, my long svelte torso, my neat little ass tucked in sterling. I was standing at the bar having a highball and watching all the beautiful people with a bored expression.

Suddenly my eyes just caught on to this man sitting over in a dark corner drinking all by himself. The irregularity of his features just knocked me out. He was really weird looking and I practically fell in love on the spot. Just like that. About this time he looks my way and I gave him a glance that says it all. He just turned away with a pained grimace.

Not to be discouraged, I just trot my ass over to his table (much to the surprise of the two debonairs on either side of me) and sit down right next to him. He sort of jumped then and looked me over with starved eyeballs. Says, why are you doing this, how can you be so cruel? I answer him, you misunderstand. Darling, I like you. I like you much more than those premie jerk-offs at the bar. I want you to sit on my face. He keeps giving me this blown mind expression. But I just slide my hand under the table between his legs, sliding right up to his crotch. Already it was like a metal plate on a suit of armor.

My mouth started watering and I said come with me. I took him out to my gold E-type and said, you drive. Soon we were heading towards my shack on the beach. (That shack by the way is Frank Lloyd Wright.) I couldn't wait though.

I put my jeweled hand over his zipper and in a flash it was down. Then I pried that stiff sceptor out and I just gasped. Here on this frog of a man was a prince of a penis, and two golden balls. It must be almost a foot long. It just lay there on the steering wheel. Oliver gritted his teeth and saying I hope you know what you're doing. I said, you thing of beauty I'm gonna suck you till the day you die. And I started right then and there, sinking right down in his lap, my mouth encircling the prick head, my lipstick making ring around the rosy. I blew him, hot wind coming up from my lungs to fill him like he was a balloon. I got into this mouth exercise where I'd blow, then suck, blow, suck, blow, suck. Oliver celerated all over the place and my mouth was filled with gushing come.

I just swallowed as much as I could and the rest flowed over my chin and down my neck.

God, he said, Andrea, that's the first time-the first time anyone gave you a mouthful I asked. No, the first time I've ever been with a woman at all. I mean, look at me, I'm ugly. No woman before you ever looked at me with anything but disgust. And Oliver started to cry and I guess I did too.

We arrived at my stake-out and walked in arm and arm to the door. Once inside we embraced, it was really tender. I felt the winds of passion blowing hot on my thighs, fanning my cuntlips.

Our hands groping each other and our clothes started to fall away. We just lay there in the hallway on the plush rug sucking each other's tongues. But I had lots of ideas popping in my head. By this time my cunt was alive and kicking wanting its big piece of the action. So I just started this 180 degree turn with my body and before long the time was ripe for a sixty-nine.

Oliver's body went into a hook as did mine and I felt his hand reaching into my thighs gently fondling the skin there.

Then cautiously I felt them move up to my golden-haired mons. His hot unsteady breathing caused a quiver of excitement that stopped my breath . Meanwhile up at my end there was that aristocratic prick looming in my face. I marvelled at the globular perfection of his sperm sacs, those little factories of pleasure, and the tremendous mound of brown hair covering that lower area. My fingers reached out and began to fondle and press his balls. My tongue came out of my mouth and flicked his prick head, it smelled of sweat and urine and come and it really turned me on. I flicked the little piss slit with my talented tongue and then I flicked it underneath, getting at the balls and struggling to take one or both of them whole in my mouth.

His face was pressing against my twat. Nosing into the pleasure gap, the platform of my joy, my dearly beloved cunt.

Softly he said to me, Andrea, your box is as perfect as your face. And then in a rush of passion he bit into my sensitive clit. A little squeal of pain and pleasure came from my throat and I bore down on that huge member. That set us off into a whirlwind ride of sucking and tonguing. We were crazy, mad, totally unleashed in this consuming passion.

His tongue rammed up my cunt, straffing my inner walls, lapping at the flowing female secretions, the rippling hidden flesh that throbbed and quivered under his powerful tongue and lips. His prick throbbed, blood jerking in the veins of it, the color of it flaming in front of my eyes. I took it in my mouth, more and more of it, until my mouth was mishapen and it was ramming down my throat.

I started to squirm, stifled moans emanating from my stuffed mouth. Oliver started humping my face, grinding his fat prick in my mouth. My mouth bobbed on it, my teeth slightly hovering sometimes glancing the sides of it.

I was humping him right back, sliding my juicy cunt all over his visage. Now he was moaning, pleading, saying my name over and over again. Then fiercely attacking my clit again. He was totally out of his head with the pressing need.

His cock swelled in my throat. Once, twice it throbbed, and then the come began to flow. At that moment the fire in my cunt spread rampantly throughout my entire body, engulfing me in orgasmic oblivion. If we hadn't had our mouths full of each other we would have been screaming.

Come spurted into my throat and I wallowed in it, and swallowed spastically, desperately. Oliver kept eating and lapping the sweet running juices from my pussy. And as the orgasmic insanity subsided, he stopped licking out my cunt and started kissing it. All over, my thighs, my abdomen, on up to my breasts, pausing there to sample my nipples, sucking the little golden nubs, on up my neck. He kissed my arms, my shoulders, then he looked at me. His grotesque face spread in an absurd grin and I smiled back, fuck sauce on my chin. He kissed me on the mouth then and we tasted our bitter-sweet juices combined.

Well, pretty soon, his prick got real rigid again and we just fucked up a storm. After the first oral orgasm, it took a lot longer to come and we must have fucked for an hour before the love liquid started to flow, holding each other in orgasmic suspense for as long as possible.

So that's about it, Doctor. Oliver is my main man now. Oh yeah, I get lots of shit from everybody like what's a beauty like you doing with such a dog and other worse stuff, but I don't care. How many women can say they're as happy as me?

CONCLUSION

Andrea had always led a very sheltered life, she had never wanted for anything, indeed her life was idealized, an existence so enchanted that the only thing lacking was "reality."

Unconsciously she was attracted to reality via "ugly" men, old usually, poor and men that society rejected. Only in this way could she affirm her place in the world, using primarily the mouth-logically, the main instrument of human communication.

This case I have brought to the attention of Rhea Von Pantz of the Young Institute for The Study of Eroticism in Fairy Tales in Zurich, for here is a modern fairy tale at last!

CASE HISTORY TWO

Subject: Michael G. Age Twenty-two

INTERVIEW ONE

Michael G. was referred to me by one of those Hot Line, Self-help type of organizations that wasn't interested in handling a problem like his. They told him if he had a drug problem they would be glad to assist but their funds did not include sexual therapy.

In a way I was glad that they were so reticent to help him because he turned out to be a good example of a typical oral "problem." Michael is a very masculine looking young man, with thick dark hair and bright blue eyes. His body is very muscular with wide shoulders. What you might call a football player type of body. Here follows the transcript of Michael G.

Shit, Doctor, I sure am glad there are people like you in the world to talk to. I was getting awful blue about this whole thing and there was just nobody I could unload my story onto. I always thought I had it real good. I'm a scuba diver by profession and I believe in staying healthy. As they say, When you got your health, you got a shitload. Oh well, not that I don't enjoy myself, because I believe in having all good times and not worrying about the cares of the world.

I always had all the pussy I wanted, always have a good supply of dope and a lot of bucks under the mattress. For years I've been carefree and happy up until about three months ago.

My main squeeze, Debbie. She's a big woman, man, I dig every inch of her. She's got this swell ass and these huge tits. A lot of guys might think her too fat, but there's just oh so much more to sink into. And she'd do anything for me, you know? Maybe that's how the whole thing started in the first place. We do a lot of dirty talking when we're balling and she's going down on me. And one time when she's right there between my legs milking the hell out of my dick, I said to her, Honey, you gotta watch out because a guy can get real spoiled with all that good cocksucking and all. And she says, well, we aim to please with my come running down her chin, her tongue whipping out of her mouth to catch what she can.

I commence to coming, the pressure of her pleasuring about to burst my love pole. And I says Oh, baby, I do love the way you suck cock, one of these days I'm gonna get a jar of elderberry jam (my favorite) and spread it all over my dick and have you lick it right off.

Then she starts gurgling in her throat, making these inhuman sounds and going down on me harder than ever. I keep humping her face, pumping that old dick of mine into her cheeks, until I feel my orgasm about to split me apart. Great globs of sperm splat into her mouth and she swallows like a son-of-bitch.

Well, Doc, we don't stop after that. Oh no. I flip right over and go down on her pussy. She's real blonde, did I tell you that? She's so blonde that the hair around her twat is practically non-existant. I really like that. So I give her this tongue bath. Licking her clit, and sticking my tongue up her hole. Not to mention her little shit-shaft. Oh, yeah, I rim her real good and she tastes neat, all sweaty and wet with female drippings.

I press my lips against her cuntlips real hard, jamming my tongue up the pink darkness. She just goes crazy when I do that. Thrashing that big body of hers all over the place and sometimes I tell you, I just fear for my life. She gets her powerful thighs wrapped around my neck and all of sudden with an orgasm coming at her, I feel like she's gonna stuff my whole head right up her twat.

Her jumping around like that excites the hell out of me and my newly drained prick has just erected again. I figure I might as well make use of it. So I squirm out of her locked muscles and put it to her. Now here's the problem, Doc. I mean that chick has got one tight little throat and one talented little tongue, but her twat, man, like it's huge. Now I ain't got no little dong either and if you think I'm bullshitting I'll be glad to drop my pants. No? You believe me, huh?

Well, not to aberrate from the story, but my penis is just lost inside that monster cunt. I swear she could probably take three pricks, no problem. Three male dicks and a dildo thrown in for good measure. But at the time, I know this is out of the question, so I just forget about it and keep humping her.

She starts squealing and put her hand down under and gets a hold of my nuts. Then the other hand comes down and works it's way up into the hole my dick is sloshing around in. She likes that a lot. Feeling my thing with her hand as it whips in and out of her. Well, now she's cooking, and she flips her body right around and takes me under. There she is sitting on top of me, squashing my nuts and fucking the living shit out of me. I reach up and get a couple of handfuls of her tits. And she is freaking out. Her eyes are shut and I can see she's going off all the way now, no way to stop it or bring it back. She just yells her delight and rides her orgasm right to the end.

But me, I just can't get it off. So we separate and I lay there on her big tits, feeling the blues creeping all over me. So it goes.

Well, the next day she shows up and guess what she has in her fat little fingers? Elderberry jam. Blows my mind, right then and there. And there she is whipping out my cock and smearing the stuff all over it. I look down at my meat and it's all dark purple, a wine-dark cock with berries all over it. She doesn't neglect my nuts either, they get the same treatment and she even manages to stuff some up my asshole.

She throws her blonde hair over her shoulders and gets on her knees. Licking her lips real good and sinking right onto my dick. She's like a fucking hungry troop of ants with that tongue. Up and down my shaft, she slurping up all that jam, licking her lips and rolling her eyes. I never felt anything so damn good in my whole life. I almost came right then and there. But she just keeps it up with her tongue, lapping off all the jam from my balls and flicking her tongue up my asshole ferociously. Well, I just couldn't stand up anymore. My knees felt like jelly. I lie right down on the floor and all the time she's attached to my privates like a sucker to a shark.

When she runs out of jam on my genitals, she smears a lot more on. I say, Hey, babe, there's a lot of calories in that stuff. And she says something back like, yeah, well, there's a lot more calories in your sweet come. That's one of the reasons I dig her so much, she's one clever bitch.

About this time, she lunges on my prick, taking it in her mouth. She starts to push it down into her throat. She gulps it down, just like it's a piece of an English Muffin. I felt like a wild man, I started humping those lips of her like there was no tomorrow. And I just couldn't get on top of the situation. Like I couldn't control it at all. I just fucked her face silly, and she sort of looked surprised, but stayed with it. Sucking and swallowing the whole piece of meat and her eyeballs bugging out from the size and speed of it.

I was grunting and sweating just like a pig. I was neighing like a horse, fucking her as fast as a jack rabbit on his doe. Jesus, what a woman. She sticks her index finger right up my shithole and that does it, come splashes into her mouth, filling it even more and she starts gulping it down, her cheeks bulging out and the come dripping out of her mouth, just oozing down her face. I give her a few more humps in the face and then I pull it out with a pop.

That woman just sits up, with this big shit eating grin, like the Cheshire cat. I know she wants some of the same medicine. I proceed to lather up her already soaking cunt with what's left of the elderberry jam. And she lies back on the floor, moaning and whimpering like she's been constipated for days. I smear the stuff all over her pussy and up her ass. It's freaking her right out, and she starts to rub her own tits all over. Well, I ain't no fool, and I know that this chick is real hot and needs something a lot bigger than a tongue up her twat. So I get this big idea. After tonguing her real good and getting her all frothy and tasting that jam and her love juice, I take a hold of the jam jar, which is pretty fucking big and I put it to the opening of her cunt. She's too blown away to know what I'm doing, so I just keep it up, until I got the mouth of the thing worked in and then, bang, I just ram it right up her big twat. She let out a yell that nearly knocked me over. What the fuck are you doing, she says, looking kind of surprised and pissed. And I say, right back, just relax babe, I know what's good for you. She's not too sure at this point, but there it is anyway, this big fat, jelly jar rammed up her hole. I guess she decided to trust me, because she leaned back again.

I put my head down to her cunt where I could see the glass jar going in and out. I started out real slow, watching it get all slimy with her fuck sauce and the elderberry jam. But then, I started putting it to her real hard and fast, pistoning it in and out in this staccato beat. She just went right off her head, mumbling and groaning all kinds of insane things, language coming out of her mouth like you never seen even in a public toilet. Shit, she was now moving her ass like she was possessed by the devil. And she was taking my hand right into her cunt with the glass jar. All of a sudden her gates opened and a stampede of woman come burst through. I rammed the jar all the harder and her hands flew down, tearing at my hair and grabbing at her own pussy. I never seen anybody so fucking crazy in my life. With one more shove she was off. Her big woman's body just writhing from the sheer sensation of it all. Pretty soon after that, she lay still and didn't say nothing. So I took the jar out of her real carefully. Then I crawled up on her and kissed her mouth real hard. I tell, you Doc, that was one hell of a scene.

But the whole thing really worries me. I mean, I really dig this chick, she's a swell cocksucker and all, but when it comes to fucking her proper, I just can't make it.

CONCLUSION

Obviously, Michael has a fear of being devoured by this woman. It most likely has to do with his aquatic profession and the womb-like symbolism that the sea suggest to our collective subconscious. The reason that Michael finds Debbie so attractive also relates back to the sea. Even though he is unconsciously afraid of the sea, aware of the great dangers there, he loves it. He most likely finds these same attributes in his woman. However, it is a pity that sexual intercourse cannot be achieved in the usual manner also. I suspect that after a while, his inability to satisfy her in that manner will lead to problems.

So at that point, I suggested that he have his woman come and speak with me and perhaps together they could face this problem.

CASE HISTORY THREE

Subject: Debbie S. Age: Twenty-four

INTERVIEW ONE

Here follows the most intriguing interview I had with Debbie S., the girlfriend of the young man in the last case history.

As he had said, Debbie was indeed a well-endowed woman. She must have weighed quite a lot, but that abundance of flesh seemed quite attractive on her as it was very well proportioned. Also, Michael was right in saying she was a pleasant person. She was a very cheerful, illuminating girl.

I feel kind of funny, coming here like this.

Mike said you were cool and I should rap with you about sex. Well, there's nothing in the world I'd rather talk about so I guess you got a live one, huh, doc?

As you can see, I'm a pretty big woman. Like, there's a lot of flesh hanging around. It used to bug me a lot. I never got laid until I was twenty, because all the guys I knew wanted to hump something smaller than themselves.

I always had a lot of friends though, male and female alike, but until I met Mike, I just never had any kind of regular squeeze. Well, except for Helen. Do you want to hear about Helen, or are you only interested in hetero type trips?

I assured her that I was interested in anything that interested her.

Okay, Helen was always my best friend. We'd known each other all our lives. She's just the opposite of me, Doc. Long black hair, and big brown eyes and skinny as can be. I guess I was always kind of envious of her and her svelte body, her nice little tits and her long, thin legs. The guys were always after her but she just didn't seem to care. Meanwhile I was just salivating for those dudes she didn't give a shit about.

Plenty of times that would get me real blue. She noticed that and wanted to know what the trouble was. So I told her. I said, shit man, I'm as horny as a mother-fucker and you're just letting all that good man come go down the drain. I started to cry like a fool. But Helen, didn't get mad or anything, she put her arms around me and kissed my face. Then she says to me, Deb, those dudes are just blind as bats not to be falling all over you. Why you're the most beautiful thing around.

I stared at her. Helen, I says, don't bullshit me. You know I'm fat and ugly, you're just trying to make me feel better. So, she keeps on smiling and holding me in her arms and says, sweet as pie, I'm telling you those guys are jerk-offs and you shouldn't fret over them. Why I'd give my eye-teeth to have you fretting for me like that.

Now what the hell was she talking about here? I kind of got this flash that maybe she was one of those lesbians or something, but then it occurred to me that I'd known her all my life and-and goddamn, she had never giving a hot damn or a flying fuck for a dude.

At first, the idea of it was strange, but Doc, I was so horny that I was beginning to see things her way. Her hand slipped down off my shoulder and slid down to my left breast, first it just rested there but gradually she began to press the tender flesh. It felt damn good. Seeing as she got no negative response from me she slid her hand into my shirt and started to rub my nipple.

Then she got right in front of me, with her hands she worked my tits over but good, fondling and caressing them religiously, like I was some kind of sacred altar. It felt so good, and it was all going straight to the heart of the matter. My crotch was just starting to itch from the whole work-out.

I felt stupid just standing there, so I started giving Helen back some of her own tricks, taking hold of those cute little tits of hers and massaging them, she began to moan a little, real quietly at first.

Then her dark head of hair went down to my chest and she took hold of my nipples in her mouth. She started to suck them like a soda straw. That sensation was just far out. She sucked my dugs for a long time and my cunt was getting real slick. So she quits my tits and slides down past my tummy and unbuttons my pants, pulling down my underwear. Her hands were all over me, pressing my ass, caressing my belly, taking hold of my thighs. She said she loved the light blonde hair around my pussy and commenced to licking all around my mons. I'm gonna suck your pussy, she says. And oh, wow, what could I say back. Her hands and her tongue were already putting me into a frenzy and I just couldn't reclaim any kind of sense.

She zeroed in on my clitoris. Her sharp little tongue stabbed and prodded the love button, and she got into all kinds of geometric approaches to tongue licking. Running her mouth up and down my labias, she suddenly pushed her tongue right up my cunthole and proceeded to lap at it like a cat out of a dish. She inserted a couple of fingers a long with that tongue and just worked up a lather of spit and come juice. I was so hot I thought I was going to faint. But funny thing, I got this sudden urge to taste her cunt just like she was tasting mine.

Hey, Helen, I said, how about me getting a few licks of your pussy, too. She stopped what she was doing with her mouth but left her fingers up my hole. She looked up at me and smiled real wide. I'll be damned, she said, look what we've been missing all these fucking years, look what we've been missing all these fucking years. Come on Honey, let's go to bed.

And with that, we climbed into the bed. She arranged our bodies in a sixty-nine type thing and we proceeded to go to town on each other's hot cunt. She tasted real nice. I don't know if I can explain it, but a woman's juice is a lot different from a man's. In some ways it's a lot better too. To me anyhow. It depends. You see I like salty tasting things better than those heavy sweat numbers. And Helen, she was one hell of good-tasting cunt. I just lapped her right up, sucking her little clit hard and my tongue taking inventory of her whole pussy, whipping in and out of her vagina, sort of teasing her. Well, pretty soon what with all that cunt in our faces, we were writhing and squirming like eels. The smell of cunt sauce was giving my nostrils an erection. So I feel Helen start to jerk her body into my face and I know she's coming and wow, so am I. Too fucking much. We're coming together, and I felt my groin contract and my vagina muscles swelling and tightening and here it comes, like a bolt out of the blue. God, if only that orgasm could have gone on for a couple of eternities. My face in her cunt and my cunt in her face, fuck sauce flying into my mouth, sweet salty woman juice on my tongue.

As you know, Doc, all good things gotta end. So we came in each other's faces, then we talked a lot about how good it was, till we got all hot again and sat all over each other's faces again and again and again.

I was sorry that our time was up, because we hadn't even approached the subject of Debbie's relationship with Michael G. So I asked her to come back the following week.

INTERVIEW TWO

So now I guess you want to talk about Mike, huh? Well, Mike's a real catch for a fat chick like me. I mean he's a real hunky looking guy, maybe he's not so bright, but he's not exactly boring either. And Doc, he can really suck my pussy right. That's no lie.

Well, don't think I don't know what this is all about, I mean why he sent me to you and all. I know he's been having a lot of trouble getting it off with his cock in my twat. Like I said before, I'm a big woman.

But I know something else, Doc. You see, I think that my Mike really likes oral sex better than the Saturday night special. There's not really anything wrong with that, a mouth can really have a lot more talent than a dumb orafice like a cunt or an asshole. I learned a lot of technique from Helen, you see. Helen, she's not really a lesbian. I guess you could call her bisexual. She does like women better than men, she loves women, that's it. She just falls in love with women, but every once in a while she really likes to have a big cock down her throat. Once in a while, even up her cunt.

One day, she calls me on the phone and says, Hey, Deb, how would you like to have all the meat you want and all the come in the world dripping down your sweet little throat? I says, what's this tease, babe? She says no tease, get those luscious buttocks of yours over to my place pronto and get hip. Out of curiosity more than anything else I split for her place and walking in the door, she's got these three dudes naked as shaved apes lounging on the furniture like pet poodles. And there she is, my beautiful skinny Helen, naked herself with somebody's dick in her craw. Well, fuck me, I said. Damn right, she answers, removing her mouth from the guy's crotch. Take your gear off, honey, and meet the press.

I stripped down to my skin and joined in the fray. Helen says, these are my old friends from back home and they're cool. We're going to have a little seminar on the fine art of sucking cock, so honey, just find you a specimen and do your thing.

I didn't have to be asked twice. I just looked around for a cock and there it was. Oh it was really something. Helen, split her scene and came over to vocalize and sermonize on the subject. The guys all gathered around and had plenty to say too. Everybody just saying his piece, saying, yeah, tongue that piss-slit real good and don't forget the balls.

I started working the guy over good, and he was humping my face and moaning. Helen got behind him with her face and began to tongue his asshole. Flipped him right out. Now that gave the other dudes ideas, one of them teamed up with his buddy, side by side and believe it or net got his prick in my mouth too. Two fucking pricks in my mouth! I thought my lips were going to split at the corners. They just rammed them in there together, oohing and aahing with their hands all over me, fingers in my ears. The odd dude gets behind Helen who's squatting like a dog with her face up the old shit shute. And he just puts it right to her, rams his cock right up her asshole. She yelps and grabbed hold of both of the other guys' thighs.

This crazy scene goes on for quite some time until they're all making noises like they're in their death throes and the sound of pumping cock fills the air. Well something's bound to happen about this time and sure enough everybody starts coming off together, sperm is flying everywhere and Helen is screaming for joy. Me, I couldn't do too much but practice my technique.

So after the rest of them finish, they lay me down on my back, and everybody goes down on me with their tongues and hands. Tongues and hands and everything all over me, I really flipped out. Then I felt this giant orgasm slipping over my flesh, consuming everything in the way and I came and I came and I came.

Afterwards, I just lay there and thought about there was my ego in a puddle of come on the rug.

I guess I got off the subject didn't I? Well, I just don't have much to say about Mike not being able to fuck me in the cunt. I just don't care, I'm a real freak for oral sex and that's all there is to it.

CONCLUSION

Obviously all that Mike and Debbie need is a little communication. He's really lucky to have found someone with the same taste for fellatio. I think that with him it's just a problem of overcoming his guilt and fear of not being able to satisfy Debbie due to her size.

However, I did suggest a number of exercises to Debbie that when adhered to causes the vaginal muscles to tighten. I think with these exercises she will develop a really satisfactory passage, just in case, the couple should want to make use of that method of sexual gratification.

CASE HISTORY FOUR

Subject: Cecil P. Age: Thirty

INTERVIEW ONE

Cecil P. called my office one morning asking to see me that very day. He said he was rarely in town that he was most often globe-trotting. The man said he had been following my work for some time with interest and he said that he had promised himself some day to visit me.

Cecil was an unusual looking man, having dark olive skin and dark eyes, but the hair on his head and what I could see of his body was a very, yellow blond. He was an intelligent and well-educated gentleman of medium height and build.

Here is the contents of our interview; his story illustrate the sad fact of repression.

This is not going to be easy for me, Doctor. You must understand my position. I am the son of an Arab man who's culture demands the veiling of the female mouth relegating it in mind to the genial area. My mother was an English missionery. Yes, that's right, a throwback from the Victorian era. Needless to say, I wasn't raised in a very liberal atmosphere. All things relating to the body were expressly forbidden topics in my childhood. I cannot even remember my parents kissing me or fondling me in any way.

I like my life, Doc, I'm a journalist, always traveling always meeting new people but over the years I have noticed what can only be described as compulsion taking me over. I have learned that sexual intercourse is not a dirty thing and I have been able to enjoy it in spite of the puritanical upbringing I had.

But I don't find myself interested in that type of sex any more. I only want oral sex, Doc. Every time I see a pretty mouth I feel my cock going stiff as an ironing board. I know that I want to shove it down a pretty female throat and see my come run out of those lips, so forbidden.

A couple of years ago I was going to get married. She was a real nice girl. A virgin when I met her, I guess she kind of reminded me of my mother she was so straitlaced and all. Well, we were always having this argument, she would say, I'm not going to fuck you until we get married and I would say, I'm not gonna marry you until I fuck you. Not exactly in those words you understand, but that was the gist of it. Well, she wanted to get married pretty badly, so I knew that she'd come around if I was patient.

Sure enough, one evening she shows up at my place in a white dress, white shoes, white hat, white pocketbook. I figure she thinks its a symbolic gesture of her impending deflowerment. Except for one thing, she had painted her lips bright red for the occasion. I don't know why she did that. She had never worn any kind of make up at all in the time I had known her.

Those red lips just flamed out at me in all that white background and my cock sprang instantly hard. I knew there was a big bulge in my pants, but I had caught her fixing her eyes on that plenty of times.

I walked up to her and kissed her hard on those red lips. My hand went right to her white clad tits and began to press and massage them. She melted into me, pushing her nice little body real hard against my chest, her knee against my groin. Her chest was heaving with fear and anticipation and I reached my hand around her back and unzipped her dress.

Pretty soon we were going at each other like a couple of mad dogs, my mouth just clung to those luscious lips of her though and my tongue explored the cavity of her mouth, her teeth, her tongue.

We undressed, both of us getting wet with perspiration and fleshy stimulation. She had a lovely body, really nubile and soft. Her skin was without a single defect, every inch of her virgin white, there wasn't even a mole on her. But my eyes just kept returning to that whorish red mouth, the lipstick now smeared all over her face with my spit.

As I lay her down on the couch I suddenly knew what I was going to do. I said to her, listen Love, I am going to let you keep your precious hymen. She looked at me with surprise, saying how much she loved me and what a wonderful man I was, how understanding and sterling and all this crap. Then I smiled at her wickedly. I'm going to let leave you a virgin, hon, but you're going to suck my dick until I come in that little mouth of yours.

Well I thought she was going to faint. She struggled against me, trying to get away, not believing what I had said. I dare say, oral sex had probably never even occurred to her before this.

I pushed her right back on the couch and she started sobbing. I straddled her chest, positioning my big prick over her face. She kept opening and closing her eyes, big tears streaming off the sides of her face. I think she was getting hysterical, so I slapped her face with my prick a couple of times. Cecil, she says, why do you hate me so much. Why are you doing this awful thing to me? I look into her eyes and just say, Baby, you are really going to love me and my sperm and stop complaining you're going to stay as virginal as the day I met you. With that, she had her mouth shut real tight. I pried open her lips with my fingers, but she just bit with her teeth. That made me mad, so I slapped her real hard on the cheek. Her teeth separated and I put the head of my dong to her lips. Now, darling, I said softly, if you bite this with your teeth I'm going to fuck your cunt and your ass until you've got hemorhoids up to your ears and maybe I'll fuck your ears, too. She was all tense, but it felt good. She felt nice and hard you know.

I started to push my dick into her red lips. My breath came real hot and heavy as I felt my flesh sliding into her dry and nervous mouth. C'mon baby, take it, I said softly. She shut her eyes real tight. But her mouth was open so I rammed my prick about four inches in. She gagged on the shear size and diameter of it. Her cheeks got swollen and painful. Just looking down at he sight of my prick entering her face drove slivers of lust up my groin and up my spine. I shoved more of my meat into her mouth.

I thought she was going to throw up, but then she relaxed a little and I shoved the rest of it all the way down. Oh God! that was some scene. I felt myself losing control and turning into a crazed beast in heat. Passion overcoming my civilized intent and causing me to hump her poor face like she didn't matter at all. And at that time, at that point, she really didn't matter. The only thing that occurred to me was to hump her face as hard as I could, as fast as I could. Driving my big dick down her throat and pulling it out. I could see the precome started to get her mouth and my prick all slimy. Her poor smeared lips were stretched and distorted. My swollen prick filling her whole skull with its distended passion. I felt a great tingling reach up from my heavy balls, I felt the explosion beginning. I was coming in her pert little mouth. The poor girl was struggling for air, but I didn't care all I wanted was to see stars and come flowing out of her mouth. It came on me real hard and fast now. My buttocks rammed down on her breasts and she squirmed underneath my hard bouncing ass. The come welled up into my prick and burst into her mouth. It came streaming out of her mouth and I screamed at her, swallow, you bitch, swallow it. And the poor thing started gulping the cream right down her throat. She made a valieant effort, but most of dribbled down her chin. After a few finale humps I crawled off of her. She just lay on the couch in the accusing silence.

Fuck that, I thought to myself. I reached a finger down between her legs and what do you know. Her little cunny was sopping. Now I knew what I was going to do about that. I went down on her in a flash, sticking my head right between her legs. I started kissing her hairy cunt real passionately. And she began to writhe and moan like a baby with colic. It was so beautiful in that cunt. It was poetry in motion. It smelled that salty female way, and tasted sweet and moist. I opened my lips and my tongue played with her clit, licking all around it slurping up the oozing cunt juice. Her soft thighs pressed against the sides of my face and I sent my tongue into her craving cunt hole to explore the dark and sweltering recesses of her virgin femininity. She sure was tight, it was as if nothing, not even her own finger had ever been up there. It was the tightest hole in the world. And that kind of made me feel differently about fucking her. My curiosity started to affect the way my dick was behaving and the thing stood right up and ready for a look-see.

Poor girl, she had never had a man touch her like that and she was absolutely wild with the new sensations. But like I said my cock had ideas of its own and I slid right up onto her tummy, pressing her thighs apart with my thighs and mounted her cunt.

What are you doing? she said, almost screamed, surprise running through her hot body. You promised, she starts to say. But its too late my cock is working its way up her tight twat. My breathe is coming hard and heavy and I start pushing up into her with the cock head. She's wriggling and trying to get her legs together. No way, man, I got her right underneath me and my cock is going up her. She screamed in surprise as I busted her cherry. Then I let her have it, full force. My meat pumped in and out of her, getting harder and harder and going faster and faster. I was really an animal and she moaned and writhed underneath me. I filled her mouth with my hot breath, then I began biting and clutching her boobs, ferociously. In and out my cock went, the tightness of her pussy was so great that I could come in seconds but that wasn't what I had in mind. I would pull the whole thing out real slow then push it back in, then I would give her some quick, staccato humps. She was hysterical now. She just lay under me crying and sobbing, not even trying to get out from under any more. I must have fucked her for an hour like that, until she was unconscious. I finally came in one of those orgasms that just build and build and I must have pumped about a gallon of my fuck sauce into her now fully paved cunt.

Well, Doctor, needless to say, I never saw her again. I felt pretty bad about how I had raped her and all, but I just don't know what had come over me. I haven't fucked a cunt since that time, reserving all my sperm for those luscious little mouths, my old prick just doesn't have a taste for twats anymore.

CONCLUSION

Cecile's brutal attack of his fiance seems to me to have been a subconcious defense. Inwardly he sensed that this woman was like the mother who had never given him physical love. The mother that had tried to repress his natural urges and needs and so when the opportunity arose he took her in such a manner that she would have to reject him. On the person of his fiance he took out all the frustrations of an unloved childhood.

As to his oral preference, this obviously stems from the father's side. The aura of the forbidden is strong and reaches into the depths of us all.

I advised extensive therapy to Cecil, and he took my advice, even taking off time from his world travels for that purpose. He is coming along quite nicely now and is beginning to get his oral fetisizm into perspective with the rest of the sexual status quo.

CASE HISTORY FIVE

Subject: Julia R. Age: Twenty-five

INTERVIEW ONE

When I first met Julia R. I was immediately struck by her extreme nervous condition. She bit her fingernails and kept looking over her shoulder as we talked.

A handsome girl with auburn hair and huge brown eyes, a stately build like a ballet dancer. As I got closer to her I noticed that her arms and legs were covered with some kind of rash. She later told me, the rash extended over her whole body even to her most womanly parts. I asked her if she had seen a dermatologist and she answered in the affirmative. But she told me that the Doctor had diagnosed her skin disease as a symptom of a mental disorder and he then referred her to me.

Here then was the contents of our first interview.

It's been so hard, these past few months, just to face myself in the mirror. I'm not an old-fashioned girl, I mean, I've always been sexually liberated and all. In my twenty-five years I've had quite a few lovers, some of them steady and some of them brief but most all of them I remember with good feelings.

I had perfect parents, Doctor and I still do. Loving, beautiful people whom to this day have never disappointed me in any way. I guess that sounds hard to believe but it's true. They were quite open about sex and when I came of age they encouraged me to take a lover and to enjoy my flesh. They offered verbal guidance all along. They furnished me with all the right books and things so I would be sure to know all the answers in sexual situations.

Always I've had wonderful gentle men who respected me and whom I respected-up until just recently that is.

It all began with this dude, Wayne. I use to see him on the train every morning as I rode to work. For a couple of months we just cruised each other. He was some hunk of man, big, broad and sort of crude looking in a handsome way.

I knew I was attracted to him and visa versa, but for a long time neither of us did much of anything but window shop.

Then one morning he sits down next to me, and introduces himself, grinning this big omnipotent way and looking me up and down and not even trying to hide it. I realize that I'm doing the same thing, checking him out, my eyes finally resting on his thighs, on this big bulge flanking his leg.

What does he do but lay his hand right on my leg like we've been living together for years. I swear I couldn't have taken my eyes off that cylindrical lump in his tweed pants for anything.

I feel this little twinge of lust down in my crotch. His hand moves up my thigh right to my panties and I know the nylon is already wet with pussy flow.

Now you probably wonder what the rest of the passengers are thinking about this scene. Well, they aren't. They're all passed out asleep or got their noses wrapped up in newspaper.

He slips his fingers into my pants and starts tweaking my clit. I felt like I was going to come then and there, but I just contracted my little nubbin and fought the feeling that was threatening to overtake me in Scarsdale.

He sticks a finger up my cunthole. I had to suck my lip so's not to moan with pleasure. I spread my legs some more and he stuck a couple more fingers up my twat. He started to finger fuck me then, working my juices up into creamy lather, causing my cunt walls to throb and contract uncontrollably.

I reached down and grabbed the hard bulge in his pants. With his free hand he spread his newspaper over our laps, just in case anybody should get offended.

I unzip his pants and get my hot hand down there in his crotch. I started rubbing his cock and making it twitch and grow even harder. Still all this groping was pretty awkward. All I knew was that I had to have satisfaction, I wouldn't have cared if the train derailed, I had to have that juicy prick, that purple sceptor, and real soon.

Wayne removed my hand and zipped up his pants. Leaning over he said, I've gotta take a leak, you'll probably have to do the same in about five minutes, you dig?

He got up then, cool as the morning dew and walked down the aisle to the toilet.

For five minutes I squirmed in my seat with a flaming cunt. That was some of the most uncomfortable five minute gigs I have ever known. Then I got up and followed his route to the John.

When he opened the door for me, he was standing in there with his pants down to his knees, his buttocks against the tin wall. His huge erect prick jutted out like a tree branch. I just stared and stared. Until he said, what are you waiting for, cunt? Blow me.

And that's exactly what I had in mind to do. I sunk down on my knees and commenced to licking the length of his dick, quickly gobbling a pearl of come that appeared at his cock-head. He commanded me to to hold his balls in my hands, to stick my fingers up his asshole, so I complied. Squeezing and caressing his sperm sacs and poking my index finger up his shithole. I loved licking that dick of his, it tasted so good, spermy and pissy and sweaty. But pretty soon he said I had better get it in my mouth. So I started to take it between my lips flicking it with my tongue and blowing hot air all around it as I did. I wanted to do it slow like that, but he had other ideas and he put his hand under my chin and tilted my head up. Then he shoved the monster down my throat in one action. I gagged quite a bit at first. The motion of the train made it all the harder, that rocking back and forth, made me feel disoriented.

Wayne steadied himself and then said. Hang on, kid, 'cause I'm going fuck your face real mean. And I wanted it that way, I really did. I wanted him to ram that big overstuffed dick down my throat, I wanted him to tear out my tonsils, break my teeth with his steel dick and then shoot off gallons of thick come into me, until it came out of my nose and my ears.

He began to hump me, sort of timing his fast moving buttocks with the jerking and bumping of the train. His hand was around my throat and it got tighter for a minute I felt like he was going to strangle me with fingers but no, he was suffocating me with his dick, plunging it in and out of my cheeks like a jackhammer. Faster and harder all the time, my mouth aching from the fuck action. His other hand hanging onto my hair like it was a life line. On and on, he rammed that knotty pine prick down my throat. I was choking and sputtering for air, my eyes wide open with pain and crazy pleasure. Oh, that beautiful good tasting prick, oh, I wanted it. I wanted it just as hard as it could come, slamming my face, busting my jaw with it's hardcore. I wanted to just swallow it whole to feel it down my esophagus, down to my stomach all through my intestines and out my ass.

I felt his balls go tense and he broke the railroad rhythm he had achieved. I knew what was going to happen any second. His hands tightened on my head and my throat and I felt I was about to have my head amputated, when suddenly, the hot come exploded in my mouth. Great gobs of the viscous fluid spattered my gums and teeth. I choked on it and I swallowed it, I inhaled it into my lungs, I filled my insides with that immense amount of come. It just kept coming and I felt his dick shrinking a little and I gasped for air.

Getting a breath or two, gave me a chance to suck his dick a little better. And suck I did. I sucked harder than I had ever sucked before. I milked his meat of all it's juice, every last drop I took into my mouth.

He pulled the limp prick out of my jaws and started to get his pants pulled up and zipped together.

Real nice, he said, you're one hot little cocksucker, aren't you? I knew it the minute I saw you on the train, I said there's one little filly who's just dying to get her lips wrapped around some male meat. And I was right, wasn't I?

I was feeling pretty scattered, mainly I guess because I hadn't come and after that tummy full of come I was one red hot twitch. So I said, aren't you forgetting something? My hand slipped under my dress and I started to finger my own cunt.

He just laughed at me and said, Oh yeah! you got it bad don't you! I suppose you want me to eat you out. Well okay. And I'll be damned, Doctor, if the bastard didn't lean down and grab my ankles and flip me right up. He was standing there against the wall with me hanging over his shoulders his nose buried right in my twat. How could anybody be that strong? I hung there, all the blood in my face and his tongue up my hole. And he bite into me, he licked me, he sucked my clit and when I felt my orgasm coming he zeroed in with a tongue action right to my nubbin that was out of this world.

I was coming, my face hanging out in mid-air and my crotch sticking up like a tulip. I was coming a real strange orgasm it was too. The climax kept building and receding, each time getting stronger until there it was, ecstasy shaking my body to pieces. I just couldn't help but to scream then, but it was okay because I'm sure that nobody could hear me over the rumbling engines.

My whole body was just numb then, and needless to say I looked like holy hell, Come drying on my face and my hair as wild as a lion's mane. I straightened up as best as I could and split back to my seat.

I hoped Wayne wouldn't come back there, because to tell you the truth, Doc, I wasn't feeling too good about this scene all of a sudden. In fact I felt like I was going to throw up. Maybe it was the fact that I looked like such a scumbag at that point, or that I could smell my own come and his come on me, but I felt awful depressed and dirty.

I had to stop Julia at that point because our time had long been up. We made an appointment for the following week in order to continue the consultation.

INTERVIEW TWO

She showed up on time, but looking just as nervous and uncomfortable with herself as before.

Doctor, I sure hope something comes out of these sessions because if nothing does, I just don't see how I'm going to make it.

I told her to be patient, to relax now. That she was to unburden herself of everything that was bothering her and to tell me anything she felt would enlighten me of her troubles.

Well, that wasn't the last I saw of Wayne, not by a long shot. After the first time there were many mornings I spent on the way to work blowing him and sucking him and tonguing his ass. We never actually fucked though. We never displayed any kind of affection or interest in each other, other than the genital-oral area. And every time it happened I just hated myself afterwards. When I would get to work, I would go straight to the lady's room and vomit my guts up. That kind of helped temporarily.

But one morning, here comes Wayne and with him is this other stud. He introduces us and right away the guy starts making passes at me, making the object of this little reunion quite clear. It never even occurred to me that morning to stop it, to get out of my seat and get off that train. I wonder if I could have done it.

I didn't move. Not even when the newspapers came out over our laps and I felt each of them feeling a hand up my thighs towards my twat. It just felt so good, those creeping digitals inching their way up, just so yummy. I felt my cunt getting hot and wet and shots of lust streaked through my body.

I turned my head and looked out the window at the scenery passing by. The newspapers were like a blanket on our legs and the new guy was sitting in the seat facing me.

I started to get this feeling of transparency and maybe that's why I was able to do the thing I did.

I slid off my seat and crouched down on the floor. Underneath the canopy of current events, I squatted. None of the writing made any sense to me, the only thing I knew was the existence of two cocks. I went to work on the new guy's pants. I fished his dong out and commenced to tonguing his piss slit. His meat became hot steel immediately.

There was nothing left of me but a mouth and hands and I knew nothing of these men but their big cocks. They were nameless headless horsemen.

My mouth rotated on the nameless cock, I sucked it hungrily, I whipped the length of it with my tongue, I traced the width of it with my teeth, I blew on the piss slit. It got hard in my mouth and precome dripped on my tongue. My cheeks were already aching, my nostrils flaired with the man smell. My lips strained to take the whole of it.

It began to press into my throat with pubic hair tickling my upper lip. I sank on it, I bore down on it. I sucked it down my throat. My head bobbed on the fat shaft, my breathe stimulated and succored it.

The man made no sound, no movement. The train rocked and rolled. Down there on the floor I could feel the vibrating wheels, the steel tracks. I could feel the erect member rammed down my throat, the moist head dripping fluid.

At last it began to throb violently the veins bulging explosively. Come spurted down into my throat. Sweet delicious man medicine filtered into my lungs. I swallowed rapidly, gulping wads of the gooey sperm. I continued to swallow until the member grew flaccid in my strained face, then I sucked and licked it clean.

When I was finished with that prick I maneuvered around on the floor and took the other one in my mouth. I repeated my sucking, licking, blowing, actions until another anonymous wad shot down my sore throat, soothing the swollen membranes.

From somewhere a hand appeared on my rump and worked its way into my pants. Fingers slid up my cunt, clutched at my pussy, tweaked my twat.

My body stiffened as I was awkwardly finger-fucked. My female juices hot and flowing on their fingers. My lower body was a mess of fiery nerves. My vagina walls contracting and pulsating.

The hand struggled and pushed and suddenly it was shoved all the way up my cunt. It was painful but I didn't care, nothing mattered to me anymore, nothing except orgasm.

The hand flexed and grabbed at my tender insides, poked at my cervix. Someone had gotten a hold of my clitoris and was pinching and rubbing it.

I felt like a small man had crawled up my cunt. Like an army of small workers were hammering away at my cunt walls, at the sensitive apparatus around the entrance to my vagina.

I was panting like a bitch in heat, my tongue hanging out, saliva dripping from my hot mouth. My cunt was rammed and abused and manhandled. My body swelled with lust and orgasm splashed over me. The first wave of passion came and then the second. I bit hard into my lip to quell the moans and yelps that were edging up from my bowels into my throat. The hands and fingers continued to maul me awkwardly and violently.

The third spasm of climax racked my body. I had lost my mind, lost my humanity, I think at that point I had forgotten the art of human speech. Alll I knew was my cunt and the few seconds of sweet oblivion blowing me away.

Suddenly I heard a voice say, "what the hell is going on here. Somehow, I'll never know how, I got it together and looked up through the newspaper. I saw the conductor standing there and the two men looking rather sheepish.

I answered him calmly. I just dropped a quarter I said. He offered to help me look, but the guys said they would assist me. Very funny.

He was rather skeptical to say the least. After he left though, the two men laughed and laughed. They slapped me on the knee and laughed some more.

I didn't laugh at all. I felt sick, humiliated, insane. I felt like I was going to scream. I swallowed my pain, pride had already been swallowed with a chaser of come.

After that it was worse than ever. I began to choose random commuters. Any man who sat next to me, well, I'd made advances to him. I couldn't help myself. Sometimes they would just look horrified and move to another seat but a lot of times they would fill my mouth with wine dark meat and hot come underneath their newspapers or in the privacy of the train toilet.

Why do I do these things, doctor? I hate myself. I know if these things keep happening I'll have no other alternatives but to kill myself. I just can't stand myself.

CONCLUSION

Julia was already on the edge of a nervous breakdown. I gave her a seditive at that point and a prescription for tranquilizers for later.

Surprisingly, Julia did not need therapy for that long. She came to me for a mere three months all in all. I recommended that she take a leave of absence from her job and rest a bit. I also advised her to avoid the commuter rush at all cost.

It became clear to Julia and I as the sessions continued that her self-abasement was a subconscious reaction to her parent's world. They had foisted on her, their concept of "the right way" and usurped her individuality. Her libido reacted by going into a tailspin and causing her to do or go along with self-destructive actions.

Once Julia understood that her parents were only human and were liable to make mistakes. She was able to admit that they indeed were not always right, and she regained self-respect and sanity.

CASE HISTORY SIX

Subject Bill S. Age: Twenty-eight

INTERVIEW ONE

Bill S. came up to me one day in the library where he was employed. He was a tall, slim young man with a soft voice and imploring eyes.

He said he recognized my person from the jacket photo on one of my books and asked if I would be willing to hear him out. We made an appointment and here is what Bill had to say.

I really appreciate you seeing me and all. It's not that I have a problem exactly. At least, I don't think that it's a problem.

You might think that working in the library is a dull job, but I love it. I love books, the feel of them, the smell of them, the sight of them. The atmosphere of the library turns me on so much, that muffled heavy silence of book lined walls, that I walk around with a hard-on all day. I usually end up hiding behind the stacks jerking-off about five times a day.

I don't get too much pleasure out of it, but it relieves the tension.

Well, there's something else, too. There's a lot of nice flesh hanging around all the time. High school gals with fresh little pussies, college girls with their sleek looks, career women with their knowledgeable ways.

One day I'm taking some books off the shelves and looking through to the other side and what do I see but this nice young piece standing there with her hand up her skirt.

I watched for awhile and I could see that she was really getting excited. I noticed the book she was reading. It was one of those classic works of smut.

Man, was she getting hot. Her hand comes out of her skirt and I can see it is all drenched with her pussy juice.

What do you think she did? She puts her fingers up to her mouth and licked off all the juice on them, smacking her lips and licking the corners of her mouth.

I sure got turned on watching that little scene. In fact, I find that my hand has automatically cupped the growing bulge in my pants. I get an idea about then.

I wait until I'm sure she's really worked up and then I sneak around to her side of the aisle. She's so busy with her twat that she doesn't even notice me creeping up.

I very slowly reach up from behind and place my hand on her twat. Now either she realized what was going on and accepted it or else she was too spaced out to notice. Since she didn't seem to mind in any case, I kept my hand there and started to rub the whole affair, harder and harder. Jeez, she was really wet, her come was already the consistency of library paste. I was just aching for a taste of that female slime, just aching for the feel of her cunt lips on my mouth.

I looked around me and saw that there was no one around. At that time of the day the Library was always mostly empty.

I climbed directly under the little lady and got the best look at a pussy I ever had in my life. Her cunt was rosy pink with violet colored labias. Her pubic hairs were dark brown and kind of scarce. It was one beautiful cunt, I tell you.

My mouth just watered for that delicious looking twat. I edged forward and positioned myself for a taste.

This time she noticed me.

She looked down and just smiled and said, took you long enough to notice me.

So she'd been after my balls. That blew my mind. A swell young piece like that after me and me unaware of it for how long?

Well, that was all in the past now. Now there was a most sensational looking cunt like a ceiling over my head and my tongue itching for a taste.

I slid my tongue up her white thigh and snaked it along her upper leg. She shivered some but kept her balance. She replaced a finger and continued to frig herself.

I said, move your hands, sweetheart, I got something you're going to like. She complied and soon my tongue made contact with her flesh. I licked the length of her parts, all around the cunt lips, all around the entrance to her hole. I spent a lot of time teasing her nice pink nubbin, my mouth absorbing for creamy secretions of her box.

I continued to eat her out. She braced herself on the shelves as her cunt slobbered into my mouth. And my mouth slobbered into her cunt.

She was reeling above me, moaning softly and squirming around on my face. She was just about to lose control of reality.

Now let me tell you, Doc, if there's one thing I can do well, it's suck pussy. I can do that better than anything. It's part of my natural inheritance part of my natural technique. You can see I have a very sensual mouth just made for sucking a cunt, an extra long tongue that's flexible as can be. I've got all kinds of special equipment made to order for pretty pussies. Another thing is, there's nothing in the world that tastes better to me than that cunt flesh and cunt juice. I could have it for breakfast, lunch and dinner and the craving still wouldn't be satisfied.

Where was I? Oh yes, well, this crazy chick is just about to go off the deep end. Right on my face! I take a nibble of her clit and she moans deeply. I poke my tongue up her hole, real hard, and then start doing this dance with it on her cunt walls. I start to use my tongue like a machine on her cunt walls. I was writing graffitti on her insides with my long sharp tongue.

She really loved that. In fact it sparked off a reaction that was bound to take her all the way. I could feel her clit and cunt contracting violently. She pulled my hair hard. She squeezed my neck with her knees, she held her breathe and she was coming.

Her spasms must have lasted ten seconds. She just let it take her away, just quivering with ecstasy, muscles and nerves going wild in my face.

I lick all the sweet moistness caressing all her warm parts expertly. Reaching with my tongue further and cleaning the inner recesses of her dark hole.

Much to my surprise and pleasure, she braced herself again.

She was wildly pulling my hair. She was shaking all over, quivering in her jellied legs, she was once again overtaken by the spasms of orgasm. This time she must have climaxed for more than ten seconds because she just kept shaking and pulling my hair.

I thought that she would never finish. I thought she had reached the ultimate infinite orgasm. That my mouth would be locked in her box forever with vaginal fluids dripping into my throat until I drowned.

What a beautiful way to die that would have been. Of course it was only a fantasy and the girl soon relaxed and licking her lips she asked me if I liked it.

I told her I liked it fine, real fine. She said good, but that all that exercise had made her real hungry after all and how about some sweet male meat and sperm sauce?

I said you mean to suck my dick and she said I mean to swallow the whole fucking thing.

Shit, Doc, that sounded like the most logical thing to do at the time. If there's one thing I like better than eating pussy, it's having my big dong down some pussy's throat. I mean fucking is all right, but if I had to make a choice, I know what orafice it would be. I don't know why I feel that way. I just do.

Well to get back to the story, I was more than willing to cram her pretty little face with meat, but I decided it would be cooler if we got a little more private.

I took her to these stacks of books, it was the section of ancient languages. There was a lot of rare stuff there and you had to have a special permit to get in there and in all my years at the library nobody had ever asked me for a permit.

So we got into that room and I lock the door. Right away this chick whips out my prick and balls and goes down on me. She is like a wild woman, like she intends to chew my privates right off me.

This crazy broad, man, she kind of scared me with her enthusiasms at first. But my prick wasn't scared a bit. Oh no, my prick is standing up like a horse's dick in spring.

She's got her hot little hands all over my privates. Her hot breathe is blowing my prick head. Her tongue flashes out and she grabs my nuts in one palm.

This lady could really give head. She could really suck. She was sucking and blowing. Her face was all red from the effort. I could almost hear her heart beating.

Lust was driving through my groin. I said, whoa, babe, I gotta sit this one out.

She said, no way, just lie on the floor.

I lay down on the floor and my cock stood up like a flagpole.

Far out, she said and dropped down on me ferociously. She wasn't fooling around now, she commenced to gobble every inch of my big wang down her sweet little throat. I put my hands behind my head and just watched her go to.

She was making all kinds of absolutely obscene sounds as she sucked my dick. She slurped and gobbled. She sounded like a pig rooting in the mud.

All this action was having some pretty heavy effects on my body. My lower body was swollen with passion. My head was filled with the most lascivious thoughts. Oh, I wanted her to go on sucking all day.

She started to fuck me with her mouth. She bobbed up and down, getting into this nice sexy rhythm. I decided to help her out and began to hump her right back, taking care not to break her exquisite rhythm.

She was gurgling my prick, and she was clutching my balls. I felt my balls getting tense. I knew I wasn't going to be able to withstand this treatment a hell of a lot longer.

It was just too good to be true. Suck me, suck me good, I said, swallow my dick, shove it down your little throat. I'm going to fuck your brains out. I'm going to make your eyes pop out with an overdose of come. I want to see come spurting out of your ears. I love the way my dick goes in and out of your lips I love the smacking sound it makes. Give me your tongue, baby. Fuck me real good. Make me come. Make me explode in your teeth. I'm going to blow your face apart with fuck sauce. That's it, now do it faster, And so forth, doc, and let me tell you, that kind of talk must have spurred her on because she was like a crazed beast. I never seen anybody so fucking fast and hard in my life.

In seconds the orgasm crept up my groin, my spine, blanked out my mind. I was coming real hard. My sperm shot into her mouth like water from a fire hose. I gushed and gushed big globs of creamy fuck sauce down her throat.

She sputtered and choked but swallowed for dear life. Her mad tongue struggling in her mouth and on my dick.

When she was finished I was licked clean.

I realized I didn't even know her name. But somehow that seemed unimportant. We talked awhile about mundane things, but I told her I had to get back to my job and she said that was all right because she had to split herself.

We parted for the day, but she said she planned to come back for some more of my sweet meat and I said fine with me any old time you want it you know where to find it.

I realized that our time was up, but Bill said there a lot more to the story, so we made another date.

INTERVIEW TWO

The day after my little adventure with the young lady, Mrs. F., the head librarian called me into her office.

Mrs. F. was a widow. I had never been able to figure her out, Doc. She wasn't a bad looking old piece, but she was always real glum looking, never smiling or anything. I had tried to talk to her in the past, but she always cut me off or started talking about the Dewy Decimal system or something.

That morning she was sitting at her cluttered desk. She sat there looking at me, her horned rim glasses on the tip of her nose.

I took a seat across from her and asked her what she wanted to talk to me about. She made some absolutely irrelevant comments and then said she had something she wanted to show me in the Ancient Languages room.

I felt a shiver of fear go through me. Could that little bitch have told her something. Had she somehow found out about my immense indiscretion?

I followed after her, anxiety spreading throughout my veins. A funny thing about fear, you probably could explain this phenomenon, Doc, but fear can be a very stimulating thing.

Here I was thinking maybe I was about to get my walking papers and my cock was getting stiff and hard as The Oxford Dictionary of the English Language.

So when Mrs. F. turned around in the room and faced me she was noticing this awful bulge in my pants. She got all flustered about that, but she didn't let on right away. Now this was pretty silly, I knew there was a bulge in my pants and she sure as hell knew it, but neither one of us was going to admit that either of us knew it.

That's just another chapter from the human comedy.

Mrs. F. went over to the oak door and produced her key ring. She quickly locked the door and turned around and leaned against it.

Bill, she says, very sternly. Yesterday afternoon what did you do with yourself.

I kind of stammer something out about putting the history book shelves in order.

Don't lie to me, she says, I happened to be in this room yesterday when you were committing an unspeakable act with a young girl.

You were really here? I asked, my mind totally blown away by that startling revelation. The deed of the day came back to me in a horrible flash of memory. I reviewed in seconds how that girl so avaricely sucked me off. And the language I had used! I thought that probably Mrs. F. had never even seen that on the subway walls. How she had kept from fainting from shock I'll never know.

I saw it and I heard it, Bill, she was saying, and what is more, I felt it.

What I said. What did you say?

But she didn't say anything else she just gravitated towards me like a zombie. Like a hungry zombie she came for me, her eyes suddenly glued to my famous bulging crotch.

I thought maybe I should say something, because I did not know what was going on.

Hey, Mrs. F., uh, I'm sorry about what happened.

She stopped in her tracks. Listen, she says looking me in the eye, you may think I'm an old bag, but I've been around. Oh, I've been out of circulation for some time now-but every dog has it's day. I thought I had been dried up, but what happened yesterday made me think differently. I know what I want, Bill, I want your cock, I want it just like that young girl wanted it. I want it hot and hard in my mouth. I want to taste your come. I want to hold your balls in my hand. I want to see it and feel it and I want to make you come and swallow your sperm. Then I want you to go down on me. I want you to lick my most feminine parts, my clitoris, my cunt. I want to sit on your face, do you hear me, Bill.

Boy, did I ever.

She went on, I want you to eat my cunt while I suck on your prick. I want to feel my blood coursing through my veins. Then I want you to mount me and I want you to engorge my vagina with your big salty dog. I want you to fuck me hard. I want you on top of me spreading my thighs with your knees. I want your hands all over my body. I want your tongue in my mouth and I want to taste our fuck sauces intermingled and stinging in my throat. I want this more than anything.

While she was talking like that, she just kept coming towards me. She was taking off her clothes. What could I do, but take off mine.

We were face to face and we embraced in this wild and lusty way. Her hands flew over my body, pressing and grabbing at me.

For a minute there, I felt like I was the woman and she was the man. I mean I had never been hustled like that before.

Her body was hot to the touch. I felt big flames of desire running up my spine. As we got naked I checked her out. She was pretty nice for a lady her age. Her tits were nice and firm, and she wasn't sagging in her tummy like so many middle-aged women.

The way she was coming on to me I couldn't help but respond. I guess I was afraid of her and I told you what effect fear has on me.

My prick was standing up, raring to go. She slinked out of my embrace and slid right down to my crotch. She took my prick head in her mouth. She began to suck it, she began to tongue me. Her hands grabbed my balls, and she squeezed and caressed them. One hand went to my ass and she stuck a couple of fingers up there.

I felt like maybe I would like a taste of her middle-aged twat. So I casually got us down on the floor and we made a nice sixty-nine.

Her cunt wasn't all pink and violet like the young chick I had had the day before. But it was nice anyway. It smelled good, too.

And it was wet. Really wet. I stuck an experimental finger up her hole and found it pretty tight and really hot. She dug that right away. She let out a long moan. She squirmed on my finger.

I got my mouth down on her twat and started to suck her clitoris. She sunk down deep on my cock and sucked it like she had been doing it all her life.

I poked my tongue up her hole and she flexed her cunt muscles on it. I put a finger up there with my tongue to keep it company and she flexed even more. I swear I had never felt such an athletic cunt.

She -rimmed my piss slit real good.

Both of us were squirming all over the place and I remembered what she had said about wanting to fuck and all. I knew that if I didn't get into that action pretty soon I was going to come into her mouth.

That was kind of too bad, but I really wanted to comply with her wishes, she not having had a fuck in so long and all. Besides she could still fire me.

I got up on top of her. She wriggled underneath me, wild with desire. I put my prick head to the entrance of her twat. I decided maybe not to be too awful gentle, so I gave one good shove and it was in about five inches.

Her cunt just felt wonderful. Warm and tight and she was throbbing and flexing all around my prick. Lust shot up through my knees, my groin, my whole person and I rammed the remainder of my dick up her hole.

She wrapped her legs around my back and bit hard into my shoulder. I bit her right back. She moaned loudly. She writhed under my heavy body. She squirmed under my touch. I found her mouth and stuck my tongue down her throat. I played with her teeth, her gums, her tongue. I licked her nostrils.

I began to fuck her. Slowly at first, gathering momentum. I humped her hard. She came right up to meet thrusts of my body with thrusts of her own.

Our pubic bones smashed together. Our bodies thrashed about on the floor. My cock plunged into her and my balls banged against her ass.

She started to breath like she had lung cancer or something. She started to talk crazy in some language I had never heard. She moaned and she groaned and she bit into my skin.

I started to forget where I was and who I was screwing then I knew that I was about to shoot my wad into her womb.

Her body arched against the floor. I gave a couple of big shoves and my cock exploded in a burst of hot white sperm sauce.

She frantically beat my back and knashed her teeth. Her orgasm swept over her as my come spurted into her.

After we came, we lay like that for a while longer, with my cock resting inside of her. The reality of the situation started to come back to me and I kind of felt embarrassed. I was afraid to look at her face.

When she opened her eyes, she looked at me and said. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

That made me feel better so I kissed her on the mouth.

Well, Doctor, I'm still working at the library and I sure as hell don't mind sucking Mrs. F.'s clitty once in a while. She's a real nice woman, and a real good lay. So about every couple of weeks or so we meet back in the Ancient languages room and get it off.

There's also the younger girls. Everybody comes to the library for a little sex education.

CONCLUSION

I thoroughly enjoyed talking to this virile young man. I enjoyed his story a lot and it gave me a new slant on the public library.

Bill's preference for oral sex is a healthy one. He knows what he likes both in employment and sexual appetite. He exudes confidence in himself and I think he probably instills it in others, witness the awakening of his employer, Mrs. F.

CASE HISTORY SEVEN

Subject: Sally B. Age: Twenty-eight

INTERVIEW ONE

Sally was recommended to me by her husband Jerry. Jerry had seen a personal I had placed in the newspaper and suggested that Sally come to see me.

On first acquaintance I couldn't detect any signs of stress or emotional disorder in Sally. She was a pretty girl with an impish face and peaches and cream type of complexion.

She had a very nice body and she moved quite gracefully. She seemed very composed as she sat across from me. Casually she lit a cigarette and began to talk.

I promised Jerry that I would come to speak with you. I don't mind, he really tries hard you know.

You see, Jerry and I have a good relationship. We respect one another, we love one another. I can talk to him, I enjoy being with him.

"Anyone from the outside would think we have a good marriage and in a lot of ways they would be right. The only thing wrong with it is me.

It's kind of complicated and boring but since Jerry wanted me to talk to you I guess I should start at the beginning.

Jerry and me have been struggling for a long time. Financially, I mean. I don't know why that is because we both have college educations and all. We've always been short of cash. We've always lived in dumps and we've even had to get food stamps at times. Maybe it's our stars or something but for all the effort we put out we just manage to get by.

This situation has led us both to taking some pretty weird jobs. Me, I was a waitress for a long time but it was such hard work. One day I saw this ad for nude models, no experience necessary. A dollar a minute.

A dollar a minute? That sounded pretty damn good to me. So I called the number it gave and this guy answered the phone, he said, it was photographic modeling and it was real easy and why didn't I come down for an interview.

I figured it couldn't hurt nothing so I went down to see him.

The place turned out to be in a real sleazy part of town. There were all these adult book stores and movie houses and all these leering men standing around in doorways and stumbling out of bars. I felt pretty creepy.

I found the address of the place, it was called Fantasy Photos. It was pretty nice once I got inside. The guy I had talked to on the phone was about my age, a real nice looking dude.

The place was full of girls around my age. They were all real pretty and hip looking. They were wearing slinky clothes, but real low over their breasts and most of them were barefoot.

The guy in charge introduced me to Cathy and told her to fill me in. Basically what she told me was that we were to strip, appear naked for these horny guys that wondered up here after viewing a stag flick or getting wasted and who wanted to view some live flesh. She said it was easy, that most of the dudes couldn't afford anything more than ten minutes.

Suddenly the door opened and this big hairy guy walked in. He checked all the females out and he stopped when he got to me. He pointed, not saying anything, he just pointed.

The guy I had talked to on the phone told him I wasn't working there yet or at least I hadn't made up my mind if I was going to work there.

Cathy nudged me and said, go on kid, try it, it's such easy money.

Well I made up my mind instantly to give it a whirl. Cathy took me into a back room and told me to undress. I though she would leave but she didn't. She just stood there watching me disrobe.

As I got naked, she, she smiled, she commented on my body. Real nice, she says, you've got beautiful breasts, you'll do fine. God, you might even take all my customers away from me.

I didn't think she had to worry too much about that. She was one hell of a foxy looking chick.

After I was naked, Cathy took me into this adjoining room and told me to wait. I didn't wait long. This big dude comes in and closes the door behind him. He's got his polaroid camera in his hand.

Well I got the feeling right away that he wasn't going to be too interested in taking my picture.

His eyes ran up and down my body. He licked his lips and started talking about how nice looking I was and how he bet I had a nice cunt and could he have a beaver shot.

He had all his clothes on, that was part of the rules. In spite of that, I could see he was getting an erection in his pants and the size of that bulge was kind of unnerving.

I thought about what he had just asked me and figured what harm would it do. I spread my legs and he squatted down to check me out.

He got down there and just looked and looked. He licked his lips and started to rub his crotch.

I said, aren't you going to take any pictures, mister?

That brought him to, a little. And he started snapping pictures of my hairy twat. I felt really weird. I felt like it wasn't me, doing a spread eagle on the floor, I felt like I was watching a movie of somebody else doing that crazy thing.

The big guy started telling me to this pose or that pose. He had me put my knees up like I was at the Doctor's office. He had me get into a doggie position with my butt sticking up in the air. He had me do a jack knife kind of thing with me touching my toes. He asked me to put my fingers down in my own twat. He told me to hold my own tits. He was really a creative poser.

Somehow I felt myself getting wet in the cunt. I didn't quite know why, because this guy didn't turn me on at all. He seemed like a big dumb ox, a real pig.

In spite of that I was sure getting horny.

Then he started to proposition me. He said things like, I sure would like to fuck you. How about a blow job? How about a hand job?

I kept saying no thanks, just pictures.

Pretty soon his fifteen minutes were up and I decided that Cathy was right, it was easy. I worked there the rest of the day and I did all right.

There was all kind of men that came in there. And they all wanted different kinds of things. Some of them just wanted to talk to a girl.

When I got home that night to Jerrry I was like a fucking wildcat. Every time he touched me I practically hit the ceiling. My cunt was especially sensitive. Like all he had to do was touch it and I was sent off into spasms of pleasure and oddly enough, pain.

But for some reason I had a hard time looking at Jerry's body. It hurt my eyes to see him there naked. To see his prick dangling there.

I don't see why that would have bothered me. I mean I hadn't seen any of those horny guy's pricks actually. I saw a lot of swollen underwear and stuff, but no raw dicks.

I told Jerry I wanted to go for a sixty-nine trip that night. He was glad to oblige. So we both got comfortable on our bed, he got his head between my legs and I got my face down on his cock.

It felt strange. Here was this cock that I'd known for so many years but somehow it felt and looked strange. It was like a stranger's cock.

Jerry was down on my clitoris. And the mere touch of his lips sent violent shivers up my back. I pressed down into his groin and my lips burned. I felt like I had a fever. I broke out into a cold sweat.

Jerry said, what are you so jumpy for, honey?

I couldn't answer him, because I didn't know. Also I didn't feel like rationalizing at the moment.

Jerry began to massage my cunt lips with his lips. His tongue flicked in and out of my dark passage.

I grabbed a hold of his nuts and sank my mouth over his cock. I couldn't help but bite him a little.

Ouch, he says, what are doing?

I apologized and tried to make up for it by sucking his piss slit really nice. But the meat tasted funny to me, strange. My head was whirling with crazy obscene thoughts.

But my cunt was throbbing and quivering and I was wet as sin down there. I could hear Jerry lapping up the juices lubricating the area.

My groin was tingling. I started to squirm around on his face and he started to hump my mouth with his cock.

I took the meat down as far as I could and I could feel drops of precome sliding down my mouth. It tasted different than it ever had before. I couldn't figure it out.

My cunt slide around on Jerry's face. My buttocks moved furiously. I writhed and I couldn't keep all kind of weird sounds from escaping from my lips. They came out doubly funny because I was rammed to the hilt with Jerry's Prick.

I was moaning very loud. I was writhing like snakes were all over me. Jerry was getting real excited by my violent struggling. He started to hump my face like I didn't even matter. Like I was a piece of shit whore. He didn't care about me, all he cared about was getting his rocks off, getting his sperm shot down my throat.

But I was beginning to feel the same way. I was getting to the point where I didn't care who's face was down there sucking me and licking me and eating my twat. I didn't care about anything but the streaks of lust burning through my legs, my groin, my whole body.

My cunt began to quiver and his prick began to throb. Sweat poured off our bodies. Suddenly thick wads of come were spurting into my mouth. Suddenly spasms of delightful oblivion were shaking me all over.

I didn't want to swallow his come, I just let it spill out of my mouth onto the sheets.

Afterwards Jerry held me in his arms and he fell asleep with his head on my breasts. But I couldn't sleep. I didn't like the way it felt with that body wrapped around me. That body that yesterday I had loved to be wrapped up in.

The next day when I got to work and I found I had a little time alone with Cathy. I asked her if she had an old man and she said no. I paused but then went ahead and told her how I had reacted to my husband's lovemaking.

She listened attentively. When I was finished talking, she said not to worry, that it was just that I wasn't use to the scene here and after a while it would be just another job to me.

I hoped that she was right.

I worked all that day, posing for those horny men, striking unlady-like poses and getting propositioned left and right.

Again I found my cunt getting wet and desire burning in my loins. I wondered what the hell I desired though, because it didn't seem to be a cock or anything else to do with a man.

That evening I got on my bicycle to ride home. I wheeled on down the street when this car pulls up along side of me. I saw there were three dudes in it and one of them had been photographing me earlier.

They wanted to know if they could buy me a drink. I declined. They didn't split though, they kept tailing me and asking me nasty things.

I told them to get fucked and leave me alone. They just laughed. This went on for some time. It was getting pretty dark. I was getting pretty nervous because I knew we were coming to an isolated section of town.

They knew it too. They stopped the car and got out. I tried to wheel out of there but they grabbed me. I fought like a fucking tiger. I went for their eyes, their crotches, their faces. All that was to no avail. They had me.

They hauled me into the car leaving my bike laying there on the pavement. They stuffed a rag in my mouth so I couldn't scream. What a fucking drag I thought to myself. Just my luck, always my luck.

I was in the back seat with two of them while the other dude drove. They started to tear my clothes off me and I was struggling for my life. The one up by my face belted me. "Cool it cunt, he says, or I'll break your nose."

I didn't like the idea of having my nose broken or loosing any teeth or getting a black eye so I quieted down. The guy down at my cunt was spreading my legs. I tried to lock them together but he just ripped me open with his strong hands.

He started telling the guy who was driving what a nice juicy pussy I had and how he couldn't wait to fuck me but first he wanted to get a mouthful.

They were all laughing wickedly like a bunch of schoolboys who had jus planted a tac on the teacher's chair.

His hand groped for my cunt. He savagely clutched at my mons and then stuck a bunch of fingers up my twat. I squirmed and writhed and I felt like I was going to scream and I would have but it came out nothing.

They thought that was a big joke too.

The guy was down between my legs biting and slurping away. The front guy said, hey, I can't wait I think maybe I'll ram her mouth with my dick.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out this fully erected cock. He dangled it before my face and pulled out my gag.

Before I could say anything he crammed my face full of his meat. He said, do it good chickie, bite me and I'll fuckin' kill you.

He shoved his big dong into my poor mouth and I just wanted to throw up. Meanwhile the other dude was really getting off on my pussy, nosing around in there like he was crazy for it.

I didn't feel anything but disgust and rage.

But soon I did feel a whole lot of come bursting into my mouth. The man started to hump my face and I felt like my neck was breaking. His big ass thumped against my tits. He kept pushing all that meat down my poor gagging throat. He said, swallow my come, swallow it. I couldn't really do much else in that position if I didn't swallow I would have choked to death.

The other dude was trying to make me come but all I could feel was pain. "All I could think about was that big dick and all that come in my mouth.

After the guy in my mouth had done his thing. The dude between my legs said to him, hold her legs apart, cause, I'm gonna fuck her.

They got me all spread out and vulnerable and the dude mounted me. He wasted no time. He just shoved his dong up my twat to the hilt. It felt like hell.

His big body crushed my tits. I felt his mouth on mine, bruising my lips, his alcoholic breath stinking in my face.

He started to hump me like a jack rabbit. In and out he went, real fast, real hard. It didn't take him very long to make it. I soon felt his come spurting into my hole. He humped me a few more time for good measure and then he was out.

Then he changed places with the driver who fucked me. They all had a real swell time. They came in my mouth until I felt like I'd been to the dentist and was shot full of novacaine.

They fucked my cunt until that felt like it had been to the dentist too.

They must have got it off in me a million times but after the first couple I just ceased to care. I just spaced out.

I was sort of aware of them dumping me in front of another sleazy looking bar. I sat on the ground and watched their car speed off.

I hated to interrupt Sally but our time was up for the week. I asked her to come back the same time on the following week and she agreed.

INTERVIEW TWO

When Jerry heard what had happened to me I thought he was going to go crazy. He just freaked out. He took me to the hospital and he went down to the police.

The police were a real drag. They just kept talking about "perpetraters" and bullshit like that and when they found out where I was working they practically arrested me for prostitution.

I called Cathy when I got home and told her why I wasn't going to work there anymore. She was really upset. She asked if she could come over to see me, she was really worried.

I didn't see why not. I was pretty lonely and she seemed like a super nice chick.

Jerry was out working when she arrived, it was late morning. I asked her if she wanted some coffee and she said yes.

I couldn't help but look at her, at her beautiful face, her lovely feline body. I suppressed an urge to say, what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like that?

We talked about the rape scene and she was really pissed. I mean she was even more pissed than I was.

Cathy and I got to be really good friends. She saw a lot of each other over the weeks. She was still doing the nude modeling and all but we kind of stopped talking about that altogether.

We talked about everything else though. I begin to realize that when she wasn't around I missed her. I missed her not like a friend, but like a lover.

That was some revelation. I missed her the way I used to miss Jerry when we were first seeing each other.

And she was getting where she would touch me more and more. She would kiss me on the mouth. Funny about that, because I loved it when she kissed me. I loved the way her soft hands felt on my back. It felt good and natural and not at all uncomfortable like when Jerry touched me nowadays.

Well one day our talk got pretty serious and I just came out and told her how I felt. I thought she might be shocked by my frankness. But she just smiled. She said she had been in love with me since the first day she met me.

She said she was a lesbian and the only way she could work at Fantasy Photos was by telling herself that she was ripping off the men that she hated. That she was teasing their cocks and stealing their money and they weren't even getting so much as a touch of her.

She moved closer to me. She looked at me for about a minute and then she kissed me hard on the mouth. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and met my tongue. I felt her teeth on my lips. It felt wonderful. I hadn't been so much into kissing since I was a teenager.

I wanted to touch her breasts. I reached out and they were soft and sweet. She began to fondle my breasts too. It was all so soft and sweet, no hard bulges, no rough calloused hands mauling me, just soft.

Her hand gently slid to my thighs and I followed suit. She found my clitoris soon and gently caressed in between her fingers. She stimulated my cunt area with all kinds of subtle and lovely manipulations. I was feeling so good, so pure, so hungry for her love.

She broke the long kiss. She looked at me again. She went down between my legs and removed my panties. Slowly, with trembling fingers she pushed open my quivering thighs. Her head descended into my crotch.

Her tongue found my clit.

She worked her tongue back and forth across the expanse of my flesh. I was tingling all over and my groin was filled with an urgency that caused me to cry out loud.

The urgency spread like fire through the caverns of my body. Under the skillful poetic undulations of her tongue, the water of climax washed over my head. I went under. My orgasm stiffened my backbone and my hands grasped for her flesh.

Coming up form between my legs Cathy's mouth kissed me passionately, lovingly.

Her hands clutching and caressing me. Her mouth found mine and we kissed for a long time. I tasted my come in her mouth. It tasted wonderful in her marvelous mouth. I wanted to have more of it. I wanted to have more of her.

We were both covered with the perspiration of passion. Kissing her body I moved lower and lower until I reached the place of sweet desire. I buried my head in her crotch.

She moaned with delight. She pressed my head with her thighs, she wrapped her legs around my neck.

I smelled her wet, luscious pussy. It was so wonderful down there and so salty on my tongue. It tasted like ocean air after a sudden summer storm.

My tongue met her clitoris. She writhed under the touch. She moaned with desire spreading across her body. Showers of lust rang throughout her cunt.

Her cunt was throbbing wildly as my tongue flashed up it. I lapped at the juices, I nibbled at her cunt lips.

Cathy arched her back and I knew she was coming.

Spasms shook her lovely frame and her face contorted with blind lust.

She was beautiful like that, she seemed like the essence of femininity and functioning womanhood.

My heart filled with love for her as she swam through the anals of orgasm, as her passion racked her body and she was filled with the great hot white delight.

When she finally relaxed her muscles she stroked my head that was resting on her thigh. We kissed for a long time and mingled our bodies all afternoon. We made love dozens of times that day and all the days that followed.

For quite a while, I didn't tell Jerry about my love for her and the lovemaking that we were into. I knew he would be hurt and I really do love him too. I mean we've been through so much together and all.

But Jerry was begging to wonder about me.

He knew I wasn't enjoying sex with him anymore. We had an argument about that and I told him all about Cathy and me. He said that he had suspected it.

Doctor, he wants to know if I want to leave him. I don't know if I do. I love him a lot, he's so kind and good. But I love Cathy too. Differently, passionately.

CONCLUSION

I suggested to Sally that she hold off on any decision. She had turned to lesbianism out of an unpleasant number of contacts with men, and I think that after a length of time she will find herself able to enjoy men again.

The real reason she felt so passionately for Cathy is that she saw her as a way out of her nice but difficult marriage. She saw her as a way out of all the "hard times" she and Jerry had had together.

I realized that Jerry was an open-minded young man and a loving husband and that if he could be assured of Sally's love for him then he would not have objected to her sapphic friendship with Cathy.

I have always felt that if possible a doctor should offer more than verbal guidance. I arranged for both Jerry and Sally a number of interviews with prospective employers.

As it turned out, it was the break they had been needing. I am happy to report that they are still together but a lot happier and financially more secure. I am also happy to report that Sally still sees her friend Cathy but now holds this relationship in its proper perspective.

CASE HISTORY EIGHT

Subject: Chris R. Age: 30

INTERVIEW ONE

Chris is a musician, an especially gifted young man whom I heard playing the piano at a community concert.

We struck up a casual conversation afterwards and he got around to asking me if we could meet on a more professional basis at some point.

Here follows the results of my acquaintance with Chris.

There's hardly anything I like better than making music. Besides the piano, I play the flute, the trumpet and the guitar. I was trained classical all my life.

My older brother is also a musician (if you can call it that). He plays piano and organ with a rock band. Let me tell you, Doc, he makes out a lot better than me, both financially and sexually.

He's married, my brother is, to the most fascinating woman I have ever met. She's just divine, Doc, the kind of woman that gets open mouthed stares where ever she might go. Tall, slender with dark red hair and sea green eyes, she just knocks you out to look at her.

She's a dancer and she has marvelous posture and poise. She doesn't walk, Doc, she just floats in and out of rooms like she's not even mortal. Such a goddess you must try to imagine.

Why she married that brother of mine I'll never know. She hates his music and never goes to listen to him perform. She also hates the places where he does his music.

He's out a lot at night, then, so we've always spent evenings together whenever we could. Me playing music and sometimes she'll dance. Oh, god, she dances wonderfully. I wish I could say that she dances for me. But I know that she just dances, she dances because she has to, her body just moves that way.

Watching her beautiful form move around the studio room gives me such a craving and such an erection that sometimes I could just cry out from the emotional and physical pain of it.

One night we were having sherry together. She sat across from me her eyes very dark and earnest. We kind of got to the subject of her husband my brother.

She sighed deeply and said she trusted me, she loved me, and she felt a great need to unburden herself of something.

I said, go ahead, love, I'm listening.

Then she began this story. It was about a year ago, Doc. She had married my brother on a whim. She felt attracted to him. He was giving her a big rush. I know him, I guess he really has a lot of charm with the ladies.

For awhile, everything seemed fine. He had his life and she had hers. That was all right with her. And of course there were many passionate nights and mornings.

He was aware of the fact that she wasn't hip to his kind of music and he didn't push it. But one night he talked her into going to a rehearsal with him. He said it wouldn't be along one and afterwards there was going to be this real wild party and she could dance and everybody would just love her.

Well, I guess it must have been a pretty wild party. Everybody got really wasted, and I think a lot of people were tripping on one thing or another.

There was lots of loud music and I guess that Anna got pretty drunk and stoned, she said that after a while she didn't mind the loud dissonant music, she found her body just moving along with it. She got into her body. She just slipped right out of that crazy scene and let her beautiful body do its thing.

Everyone was watching her of course. She just went on dancing not even seeing what was happening around her.

The men in the room started yelling obscene things at her, telling her to take her clothes off and to sit on their faces. She couldn't remember if my brother was joining in the chorus but she had a feeling that he was.

Anna said that somehow in all her spinning and ornate dancing she seemed to notice some odd things. Like male organs. She stopped dancing and looked around her.

She was right and she couldn't believe her eyes. All the men there had their cocks out of their pants and even her husband who was jerking off.

What the hell is going on, she asked.

Her husband told her to relax, that these were all cool people, that they were his friends and he reminded her that she was his wife and she was going to do what he said.

Do what, she demanded. He told her to start off he wanted her to go down on him and give him a blow job. Anna just panicked then and started to try and get the hell out. Even in her inebriated state she was evading the mad dogs pretty good.

They laughed and stumbled over one another in their attempts to grab ahold of her delicate form. Finally a couple of them grabbed her, she screamed and fought. She struggled in the coarse hands. She looked all around her at those lecherous faces, those ugly leers, those hungry cocks flying towards her face.

My brother said, hold it bitch, now I'm going to teach you what it's like to be a groupie. He told one of the guys to get between her thighs while he sat on her face.

He didn't fool around, but just shoved his dick into her pretty mouth. His big ass squashing her tits, his hands on her cheeks.

There was three guys between her legs and they were going to town on her cunt with their tongues. They were licking and nibbling at her clitoris, they were sticking their fingers up her cunt and her asshole, they were pulling at her cuntlips.

Poor Anna was squirming underneath them desperately, her mouth stuffed with her husband's meat. He was humping her face furiously, ramming her throat brutally.

Anna said she wasn't sure how many men were standing around or participating. She was pretty fucked up from the booze and the weed and pretty incomprehensible of this insane gang attack.

Her husband started to come into her mouth. His sperm through down her throat and she coughed and choked on the thick liquid.

The mass attack on her cunt was beginning to affect her in a weird way. She was starting to feel really crazy, really wild, she was starting to feel her groin filling up with lust and swelling towards orgasm.

But just as she was about to come, another man replaced her husband's prick with his own shoving the fat membrane as far as he could and violently humping her.

One of the guys asked her old man if he would mind if his wife got fucked. Much to Anna's disgust, my brother said, do with her what you will, boys.

All those hands spread her apart. They grabbed for her tits, they pulled her thighs wide apart. A guy crawled onto her and mounted her cunt. She felt his prick head pushing into her. She wanted to scream, the brutality of the attack was causing her great pain, she wanted to scream obscene curses, but her mouth was full of pumping cock and now great gallons of come was again sliding and bursting her throat.

She was being humped all over. She felt like a trampoline. These men were jumping all over her body, fucking her to pieces, shooting their come into every orifice of her body.

Again and again they mounted the dancer. Again and again they came into her mouth. Pushing their cocks deep into the recesses of her throat, choking her with their sperm. Smashing her face with their humping crotches.

Her pussy was numb by this time. But they kept coming into her, shoving as far as they could go, trying to see how many times they could get it off into her abused body.

Anna passed out of consciousness, but apparently that didn't deter them at all. Long after she lay blacked out on the floor they continued to pump her with fuck sauce.

When she woke up, she felt cold and painful. She was lying naked on the floor, her body covered with black and blue marks, every single inch of her beautiful body aching and throbbing.

She tried to speak to call her husband's name but she had lost her voice. She tried to get up from the floor but her legs collapsed underneath her. Her carefully trained dancer's body was a wreak, destroyed by those careless disgusting animals for no reason what so ever.

She felt hatred coursing through her body. Hatred that centered on the man she had married. The man she had trusted.

Sunlight was pouring in from the drapes and as she looked up she saw a clock. It said four o'clock. She realized she had been unconscious for all that time. Anna knew she had to get out of there.

She picked her battered body up and stumbled over to the couch. She found the remnants of her clothes and left.

Anna wasn't too sure how she had got home. But when she got there her old man wasn't there. She took a bath and examined her body and its battle scars. It looked pretty bad and she felt pretty sore. But she knew that with a little work and a little time her body would be back in shape.

Her marriage was something else altogether.

I was really shocked to hear all this. I had always been aware that my brother was a degenerate but I had no idea how he could have done such a thing to Anna. Even if he thought he was the greatest thing in the world and he could have any chick in the world in any way he wanted, how could he have done such a horrendous thing to beautiful brilliant, talented Anna.

She went on to tell me that after that scene, he had been very sorry. He had promised her anything if she would forgive him. He said that he realized she was special, that she was good for his image, all that class of hers.

She made him promise her one thing.

That he would never touch her again.

Surprisingly enough, my brother had agreed to this condition. It must have been kind of a blow to his over inflated ego, but he went along with it. I guess he figured there was plenty of compensation at the stage door if you know what I mean.

I looked at the beautiful Anna. I felt anger swollen in my heart, I told her I wanted to kill him.

She said, not to get upset, it had happened so long ago and now their relationship was merely one of status.

I realized at that moment how much I loved her. But I was afraid of her too. I wanted to feel her in my arms, I wanted to kiss her mouth, to feel my hands on her breasts, I wanted to kiss her cunt, I wanted her so bad I thought I was going to scream from the emptiness of not having her.

Unfortunately I noticed that my time with the young man had expired and I asked him to please return the following week.

INTERVIEW TWO

After Anna finished telling me the story of that horrible night, we got into playing a little music. She asked me to play the piano for her, she asked for something mellow. I was happy to comply. I swear, Doc I wouldn't trade a full house at Carnegie Hall for that audience of Anna.

Almost immediately she began to dance. She danced all around the studio room, her lithe and graceful body making incredible leaps and circles in the air. She undid her long red hair and it brushed the air almost in slow motion.

As I watched her expert undulations her perfect steps, her beautiful body I noticed that tone of her dancing had become decidedly erotic. I had never seen her dance like that. For the first time in all those times that she had danced for me I know that this one time, this precious time was only for me.

She was thinking of me as she moved. Her body was operating for me. Her movements were speaking directly to me.

I stopped playing the piano and I just looked at her. She stopped dancing and looked back at me.

We embraced finally fully, finally I had Anna in my arms and I knew that she wanted me. I could feel her supple body pulsating next to me. I could hear her hard breathing, feel her heaving chest.

I kissed her passionately. Her tongue came out of her mouth and sought mine. I felt her teeth, I licked her gums.

My hand slid down to her breast and I felt the warm haven of flesh there. I pressed her tits. I reached down her skirt and handled her nipples. She was breathing harder than when she had been dancing.

She moved my knee into my groin. I felt shivers of lust and my cock began to rise violently.

She spoke to me, she said she loved me, she said she had always loved me, that I was the only man she could love. She said she had cursed the day that she had met my brother instead of me.

But again her tone changed, this time in her mouth. She said she wanted my cock in her mouth. She said she wanted me to come in my mouth.

I was a little surprised at her crude language but she explained that that was the way that she felt.

I was getting so turned on I could hardly stand it.

She slipped down to my crotch and unzipped my pants. She fished my cock out and I could feel her hot breath down there. It really was driving me crazy.

That beautiful Anna was down there between my legs and she wanted my cock in her mouth. She cupped my balls with her hands and told me how beautiful they were.

She put her mouth over my cock and tongued my piss slit. She bore down on the main meat and she began to suck. She blowed hot air all along the length of my cock.

I felt tremors of lust slamming through my body. I wanted her cunt. I wanted her pussy juice. I wanted to feel her strong thighs wrapped around my neck. I wanted to swallow all of her, to make her mine, orally. I wanted to show her my love and passion and make her crazy with lust.

I told her those things and she cried out with pleasure and love. She quickly got us into a sixty-nine and I was down between her beautiful dancer's legs, my mouth on her cunt lips. Her cunt was so beautiful, covered with curly red hair and her cunt lips were pink with violet edges. I could almost see her pussy quivering with expectation and excitation.

I pulled her body into my face. I clasped her firm round buttocks, I spread my mouth in her cunt. She squirmed and gasped with passion. Her mouth hovering enticingly and then descended on my prick vehemently. She gobbled up my penis. She licked at it and she grazed it with her teeth. Her body writhed in my arms and I bore down on her clitoris She was whispering my name over my cock. I felt my balls tighten and I felt her cuntlips contract as I stuck my tongue way up inside of the dark warmth of her pussy.

She continued to writhe in my arms, she continued to mutter through my meat, I kept on sucking her clitoris and rimming her cuntlips.

How can I ever tell you about that first time with her, Doctor: how can I tell you how much we were at one. A mass of writhing and throbbing flesh. An explosion, a denouement of passion and desire.

How can I repeat in words the union of our bodies. Anna's mouth intently eating my cock, my stiff inflamed cock deep in her throat. My face full of her perfect womanhood, the canopy of her thighs, the smell of her, the wonderful things she was.

Those things defy the human language. It was something equal only to my art, my music and her art, her dancing. Only those things can compare to what we were, what are bodies had become. A perfect union. An eternal circle of passion our bodies made, the connection of genitals and mouths unifying us for one eternal moment, the juices flowing between us, her womanly secretions flowing into my mouth and my come beginning to run into her mouth.

This circle moving and inverting upon itself, my beautiful Anna crying out in her lust. Until finally I began to forget it was Anna I was humping, I felt a tidal wave of lust sweeping consciousness away from me. Violently I humped her face, and she reacted similarly, biting into my cock painfully, my cock that was swelling in her mouth.

We were coming into each other, the juices flowing and exploding into each other. On and on went the orgasm, tearing our beings apart, seeking out the vast corners of each other finding the element of flesh and going on and on, mouths entering upon each other's organs. Life leaving us for that precious time, that sacred orgasm, nothing ever to matter more than this holy circle of cock and cunt and mouth.

My sperm flooded her face and she sank onto my mouth one last time. The come gushed down her throat and she swallowed it. When it stopped flowing she crawled up to my chest and stood apart from me. She looked down into my face and told me how much she loved me, how happy she was. I just looked at her feeling like my life had begun with that orgasm, with her writhing cunt in my face. I pulled her to me, I kissed her mouth filled with sperm. Her tongue met mine and they intertwined with each other, passionately, for a very long time.

Would anything else ever matter to me. I wondered. Did even my music matter to me? No, at that moment, I knew that Anna was the only destiny I had, and I was the only destiny that she had.

The whole world could go fuck itself, the masses, the leaders, the assholes on the street, my brother and his fucking friends. All of them were swallowed and absorbed by this feeling of our togetherness. Our unity so divine.

We lay in each other's arms all night, talking about everything. I could have died that night and never felt that I would have been missing anything. Not with my hand resting in her crotch, or across her breasts. Not with her lips gently speaking, her eyes sparkling.

But how strange it all is, Doc. I felt my cock getting sturdy again, I felt it rising in the cool night air, knowing that the blood would be going to my head, that my body would be demanding more of her flesh. I knew I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her real bad, I wanted to feel her underneath me writhing with the pleasure of my cock in her cunt. My cock ramming in and out of her pussy. I wanted to come inside of her.

I got on top of her, pushing her legs out with my thighs. She stopped talking and looked at me. I could feel the heat of her body, I was filled with desire. My cock ached for her cunt.

I pressed my cockhead to her cunt passage. I felt a great urge to just shove in there. So badly did I want to feel her flesh surrounding my prick.

But she stopped me, she told me she wasn't into that kind of fucking. That blew my mind. I wanted her so bad. I said, Anna, you've got to let me fuck you, I need to have my cock up there, inside of you.

She looked at me real hard. She shrugged. All right, she said, I will let you do it to me. I love you, I will let you fuck me.

I felt my cock begging for entrance to her cunt. I pushed it a little. I could hardly breath for the desire welling up behind my prick. I had to be careful because I was afraid the extent of my passion would consume her, would tear her insides apart.

I knew I had to be gentle. I didn't understand her phobia about fucking, but I intended to make it good for her: I knew it had to be good, just as good as all that cunt sucking and cock sucking was good.

Slowly my prick slid into her. She was extremely well lubricated with come and cunt juice already, so it was no strain. Inch by inch my cock pressed into her. I held my breath. Her cunt felt wonderful, smooth, twitching, tight.

Her flesh surrounding my cock, my balls resting against her little pink asshole. I held that moment, I paused with the tight feeling. I looked at her beautiful face, her green eyes wide open, watching me carefully.

Then I began to move. I humped her carefully, poetically. She responded. She moved her thighs and hips up to me, meeting the movement of my cock with movement of her cunt.

If anyone should have known about rhythm it was that beautiful dancer and she kept me poised in her graceful cunt embrace. Her body dancing all around underneath mine.

I asked her if she would feel better on top and she said maybe it would help. We turned over and Anna was riding me. Oh Doc, the amazing things that woman did with her body, the amazing things she did to mine.

Anna could rewrite the Kama Sutra that's for sure. Her body arched and her legs snapped back. She held incredible postures over me. She rotated on my dong like a gyroscope. She was like a swan, fluttering over my gentials.

It drove me wild with passion for her. Such an artist she was. I stabbed into her with my rigid, near to bursting organ. I grabbed ahold of her boobs. I pressed the warm female flesh with my fingers. I caressed the pink nipples. I wanted her face suddenly. I wanted our mouths together in that ultimate of embraces. I pulled her hard again st me and shot my prick up to her womb. I penetrated her being, I rammed her with my hard cock. She screamed with the contact. She tore into me like a mad beast, ripping at my shoulders, at my hair.

I clung to her and humped her from below. The joy of my prick was immense, filling her wildly with cock meat and violent shoves. I wanted her womb, I wanted to enter her further than anyone had ever been. I wanted to fuck her until I became her and she me.

In spite of what Anna had said about not liking to fuck she was responding awfully well. I knew she was about to come from the wild tearful expression that filled her face, from the violence of her kiss, from the loss of control in her perfectly controlled body.

Suddenly we could do nothing but cling together hopelessly as our orgasms tore us asunder and took us to places that had no room for anything else but passionate oblivion.

When we were finished, she went down on me again and licked all of her cunt juice off of my prick. Then she climbed back into my arms and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

That was that night, Doc. There have been a thousand other nights of Anna and me and I could easily go on and tell you of each one. I know I will never love anyone but Anna, her presence is enough to make me divinely happy.

I have never done so well with my music, it has really bloomed since our relationship began. But there are problems that I must mention.

We have talked a lot and she has asked me not to fuck her. Oh on occasion she will get into it, and that's just it. She does like it I know. But oral sex, god, she's a freak for my cock. She can't seem to get enough of it, of my meat and my fuck sauce. I love her cunt too, but I always end of wanting more of her.

That's one of the problems, the other problem is that mother fucker, my brother. How I hate him. He doesn't know about me and Anna and it kind of worries me. I would like to have him out of our lives, permanently. She could divorce him you say? It's not that easy. He's really a blown guy and I'm afraid what he might do to her if she even mentioned that kind of thing. I've even thought about killing him myself. But I'm not like that, I'm not a violent type of person

I was sorry to interrupt Chris, but since our time had ended I was forced to ask him back the following week. I was very touched by this sensitive young man and I was very touched with the nature of his relationship with Anna. Little did I suspect at that time what would happen to them both. Chris called me the following week and asked if he could cancel the appointment he said that when he came to see me next, he would have an incredible story to relate.

Here is what he told me.

INTERVIEW THREE

Well, Doctor, it has been the longest week of my life and I am glad it is over. Anna and I now belong to each other and no one will ever separate us again.

Last week it all exploded. I had no idea but my brother had for some time been employing some lackey friend of his to spy on Anna and me. Little did we suspect in our infatuated state that he was watching us, that he was planning a revenge.

Anna was under the false impression that he didn't even care what she did, as long as she stayed married to him as long as his image was preserved before the public. As long as no one woman ever left him for any reason.

Anna was terribly mistaken. I guess neither of us really understood how sick he was, what extents his ego was capable of.

Anna and I had spent an evening in each other's arms, when she finally left my studio her mouth and her insides were filled with my sperm. I drove her to her apartment and walked her to the door.

The door was opened by my brother. He was real friendly and as far as I could see there was no danger for Anna. How I hated to leave her with that animal. But Anna winked at me and whispered that she would see me the following night.

It was four-thirty in the morning when she phoned me. Her voice was not even recognizable. I had to ask who it was. She pleaded with me. She said to come get her at her house.

After I had picked her up and brought her back to my place, after I had undressed her and seen her lovely body covered with bruises and red scars I bathed her. I put salve on her and gave her some food. I offered her some brandy for the pain. Then Anna related the night's incidents to me.

After I had left her at her door that night, my brother had asked her to sit down. He said they hadn't really done any communicating lately. Anna sat down and he just stared at her. She reminded him of their arrangement, but she was cut off by a knock at the door.

Her husband yelled for whoever it was to come in.

In walked two guys whom Anna did not know. She was starting to feel a little nervous. She felt like she was in a play, like all of this had been planned, that it was being directed.

She didn't like the look on the men's faces. There was something going on and she was afraid to think of what it was. She stood up and he just said for her to sit down and be friendly for a change. He introduced her to the two other men.

Pretty soon someone had lit a couple of joints and they were being passed her way. Anna declined but her husband looked at her sternly and said, take it, you fucking bitch.

She stared at him and asked him where the hell he got off saying things like that.

He then went into a long tirade, he said he knew all about her and me, he said he had paid one of his friends to watch us. He said he knew I was sucking her pussy that she was filling that innocent little mouth of hers with my come. He was really crazy, she said, she said he was practically frothing at the mouth, he was saying horrible things. And from him, it made even our perfect union seem dirty and disgusting to her.

He said he knew very well what he had promised her. And he said that he had no intention of touching her.

But then he looked at his two leering friends. He laughed lecherously. Anna, he said, I'm not going to touch you but my friends here have been dying to meet you and I decided that I'm going to give then a formal introduction.

Anna screamed and tried to escape. She had been in this scene before and all she knew now was that she had to get out.

With Anna screaming they pressed her down to the floor. Her husband was keeping his word, he wasn't touching her but he was saying things like, you want another man besides me well now you'll have two, now you'll have two big pricks stuffed up every fucking cheating hole in your body. No woman fucks me over, Anna, not even you.

They pressed her hard onto the floor. They ripped her clothes off of her as she struggled to get away from her. One man grabbed ahold of the front of her shirt and just ripped all the flimsy material off, the buttons down the front went all over the room.

He then sat across her chest with his ass in her face. The weight of his body made it almost impossible for her to breath.

The other man pulled off her long skirt, roughly. He clutched at her thighs, her strong legs were kicking at her face. He could not control her.

Anna's husband then said that he hadn't wanted to touch her but since she wasn't going to cooperate after all the trouble he had gone through then he was just going to have to help out.

He got a hold of her legs and pulled them open. He said he knew she could really spread them wide, what with her dancing and all. He said, c'mon Anna, I want to see those cuntlips of yours, I want to see your fucking womb, that's how much I want you to spread.

They ripped her apart. The guy down by her legs started to take his pants off, he unzipped the front and eased out of his slacks. Then he pulled off his underwear. Anna was struggling under the weight of the man on her chest.

My brother told him to let her get a look at the other guy, so he shifted his weight so Anna could see.

Anna told me she almost fainted when she saw the size of the prick on the man about to fuck her. It was enourmous. Never in her life had she ever seen anything the size and width of that cock.

Then they moved in for the kill. The man with the big dong moved over her face. Anna closed her eyes, not wanting to see the monster. It poked at her closed lips.

Cruelly, my brother bent down and pinched her clitoris. She screamed and the thing went in her mouth. The man's buttocks bore down on her throat. Anna thought she would suffocate. The huge member filled her mouth, was rammed down her throat.

Her husband and the other guy were busy with the other end of her, they were poking and tickling and fingering her pussy. They were laughing crudely and sticking their fingers up her wide open and exposed cunt.

Poor Anna with the huge dick rammed down her throat, the other animals examining her like she were a corpse, a doll for their pleasure.

She opened her eyes and saw the ugly, lecherous face of the man fucking her face. He laughed and shoved the prick up to the hilt. She gagged horribly. Never had she felt such a huge tool down her throat, never had she experienced such a monstrosity.

Her husband came up to her face and bent over, he was right there by her ear, his head resting on his hand.

That's it, he was saying, I love it, I want to see your fucking mouth filled with that huge cock I know you love to suck meat, Anna, so I got you the biggest member in the state. Don't you love it. Oh. Fuck her face, man.

Fuck her face, cram her smart-assed throat with you meat. Fill her tummy with your come. Make her choke on that prick, man.

Anna was choking, the man began to hump her face violently, brutally. His ugly grin right over her. He was groaning and grunting.

At the other end, her thighs were spread wide, her legs pulled open. The other dude was in her cunt now. His mouth was slurping around, his tongue invading the inner recesses of her womanhood.

They were anything but kind. They grabbed at her, they filled their hands with her flesh.

She was going mad from the prick bouncing against her jaw. From the ugly laughter of the beasts.

Her husband ranted and raved. He stood up and unzipped his pants. His pulled his own cock out. He instructed the guy riding her face to get down to her cunt and fuck her.

Suddenly the hard huge monster cock was pulled from her mouth. The weight shifted down to her lower stomach.

Her husband came over her as the big fucker went down on her and presented his cockhead to her hole. Two cocks were poised over each opening. Her husband's hovered above her mouth.

The other cock poked at the entrance to her womanhood.

As if by a signal, both rammed her being at the same time. Anna could not move. She was pinned down to the floor by two jolting bodies. They humped her wildly. They pushed her and pulled her and tore at her insides and at both ends.

She thought she was dying. They turned her over on her side so the other guy could get a wack at her. What was happening. It was unbelievable. The other guy was now trying to shove his cock in the same orafice as the big fucker.

Anna tried to scream, but only a muffled contorted sound came out.

And they fucked her then. They fucked her so hard and so fast that she forgot who she was. She forgot everything about life, death, birth. She cared about nothing all she wanted was for them to stop. For those cocks to leave her alone.

But they just kept shoving them in. Her cunt was stretched beyond belief. She knew she was bleeding. She thought perhaps she was hemoraging.

Her husband drove in and out of her mouth. His ass bounced on her tits. As he fucked her face he screamed obscene curses at her. he pulled her hair. He drove in and out, pushing his meat all the way back to her throat.

He forgot that Anna had to breath and as he began to come she fainted for lack of air.

He slapped her awake. He told her, bitch, I want you to be awake for this, I WANT you to feel all of this. I want you to know you've got two cocks up your fucking cunt and me in your mouth.

They fucked on and on. And as they all started to come they clutched at her furiously like dying men and drove their pricks deep into her body.

Then there was come flowing down her throat, there was come exploding inside of her. There was come all over her.

When they were finished they left her there, on the floor.

That's when she called me.

After she had told me all this I called the police. The next day we got a lawyer.

It's really terrible that my poor Anna had to go through all of that. I'm glad that she has her work or else she probably would have gone crazy from that treatment.

But also I'm glad that I HAVE her. That now we will always have each other, gently, perfectly. Even if it is only orally, I will be satisfied with Anna.

CONCLUSION

This relationship is an idealized one. The basis for sexual realtions is not in flesh, it is in spirit. Even so it is highly sexual. Chris's adoration for Anna began as a reflection of the sibling rivalry between he and his brother and developed further as he got to know the girl.

Probably he was jealous of his brother's success and he felt that Anna was the symbol and object of that same success.

Anna's reluctance to sexual intercourse was obviously due to her brutal treatment at the hands of her husband and her friends.

But I think that also it was a deeply rooted fear of pregnancy. Oral sex she knew would never make her pregnant. It would never cause her dancer's body to lose it's form and shape. It would never prevent her from dancing.

Considering the love and attraction that Chris and Anna have for each other, these problems will be nothing in the face of their great affection for each other.

CASE HISTORY NINE

Subject: Tina R. Age: 38

INTERVIEW ONE

I have often found that people who are supposedly quite settled in their ways, especially their sexual ways, will experience a change in preference later in their lives.

Just such a case is Tina R. I had seen Tina many years ago. She had undergone therapy with me in her youth. When she had first come to me she was afraid that she was frigid. As the therapy progressed she discovered her sexual levels and became a very satisfied and satisfying woman. She grew to sexual maturity and learned to except her blooming sexuality.

So it had been many years since I had seen Tina. When she called me I was pleased, since I rarely get the chance to see the result of long range treatment such as mine.

Herein is the transcript of the interview.

It's good to see you, Doctor. I knew I could count on you, of course remembering all the help you gave me all those years ago.

I'm a lot older now and god knows I've really seen a lot of action. Loved it, Doc, really loved it. When I think how full my life has been ... and I'm still young.

My problem now is quite different from what it was then. For years I've been enjoying all types of sex and all kinds of men.

Suddenly I find that although I still feel pleasure when a cock is pumping in and out of my cunt and when that same cock bursts with come into my inner being, I just can't come along with it.

Let me tell you about Harry. Harry and I have been living together for some time now. We suit each other real well. Harry is really hyper about sex. He can easily get it off five times in one good night.

But there he is pumping away at me, his breathing rough and heavy. His hands pressing and caressing my tits. His tongue probing my mouth. His cock ramming my guts and nailing me to the bed. I like it, I really do. But then he comes and I end up saying, Harry go down on me. Suck my little clitoris. Put your tongue where your cock was. And I push his head down between my legs.

After a short while I'm coming all over the place.

And you know what else, Doc. I just love to fill my mouth with juicy cock. I love the way come tastes. I love the way that hard meat feels.

Let me tell you about the party we went to last week.

That really did it. That was when I realized that my sexual preference was oral. This couple we know called us up and invited us to their house. They said not to worry , it was a small affair, just assorted friends.

When we arrived we saw they had been right, there was maybe eight people and it seemed very casual. Not uptight at all.

We got right into it. Hours went by, pleasant conversation and good food. The atmosphere got what you could call intimate. I guess we were all pretty loaded too, because I started to notice people is various stages of undress.

Well, I was all for that. I've been swinging for a long time, you know. I've been to more orgies than you can count in my life. I'm used to seeing lots of naked flesh and to me there's nothing prettier than an erect cock jutting out from some fine speciman of manhood.

Pretty soon I sure got my wish. There were all these guys around with their cocks at various stages of erection.

The action started to get hot right away. I sort of waited a while before I joined in because I wanted to watch the scene unfold. I'm kind of a voyeur at heart.

Harry jumped right in though and as I sat on the couch I saw this chick go down on his prick. It was far out. I love watching Harry get sucked off by another woman. She was a real beauty and I loved the way she bobbed up and down on the head of his big dong. I could see that Harry was really loving it. He moaned and groaned with pleasure.

I looked around me and saw people in various stages of sexual communication. There were two girls doing a sixty-nine on each other and their mates were standing over them, really digging the scene and jerking-off a little bit. The hostess was taking a cock up her ass while she blew another gentlemen.

I was really enjoying all the panarama. My cunt started to itch and twitch. Little shivers of pleasure raced up and down my spine and filled my groin with tingling.

I put a finger up my hot cunt as I continued to view the sexual activity.

Suddenly there was this man behind me, he asked me if I liked the view and if maybe I would like to get some of the action.

I asked him like what kind of action. He answered, well, for one thing, a big prick up your mouth.

I grinned at him and checked out his mechanism. It was a fine looking prick. Already it was erect and pointing in my direction. My cunt was aching.

I felt drawn to that cock. I leaned over provocatively and took the engine of pleasure into my mouth. He pushed forward a little bit, easing it softly between my gums.

It tasted very nice. Already there was some pre-come on the end of it and I laped it up quickly.

Oh suck me, baby, he was saying. So I commenced to sucking his nice prick. Really hard. Really good.

I really enjoyed that suck job. I put my hands underneath the prick so I could feel his balls. They were nice and firm and covered with luscious brown hair..

The man eased onto the sofa with me. I continued to milk his cock. His body began to move into my mouth. Slowly, seductively, undulating in my mouth. Squishing sounds came from the union. Wet cock-mouth sounds.

I lapped and tickled with my talented tongue. He started to pump the joint into my throat.

Then somebody was spreading my legs. I could feel a head of hair furry and soft on my thighs. Soon there was a soft mouth pressing against my cunt lips. It was seeking for my clitoris. It began to lap up my flowing female juices.

Tremors of lust caused me to squirm and suck all the harder on the cock in my mouth.

My legs were being spread more and I knew somebody was down there with their hands and watching the tongue job I was getting.

Just as I was about to come all the action down there stopped. I took toy mouth off the cock and asked how come: The three men just smiled lasciously at me and said I wasn't getting an orgasm until I had sucked off every guy that wanted to be sucked off.

Well, I was already burning with unquenched desire, so I figured that I better get busy with those dicks before I lost my mind.

I put mouth mouth back on the humping meat. I sucked with all my might. I flicked his cockhead with my tongue. I expertly blew into his piss-slit.

Before long I felt the prick thorb and pulse in my mouth and I felt the thick come spurting into my throat. He continued to hump me until all the juices had trickled out of him into me.

No sooner had he left my mouth then the next guy mounted my face and proceeded to ram his hard dick down my throat.

That cock meat tasted so good. Little did I know I was developing a craving for cock that I would never be able to satisfy.

After a while, somebody would always return to my seat of pleasure and begin to titillate my clitoris or stick their tongue up my twat.

There was no shortage of fingers exploring my inner recesses, but as soon as I started squirming and breaking into orgasm all the mouths and fingers left me high and dry.

Well, that drove me crazy. It was like maybe I could have it off vicariously by swallowing gallons of sperm sauce. I sucked and sucked until my checks felt like they were made of rubber. My jaw felt like it was broken. My very teeth hurt.

One after one the guys would climb on my face and hump my mouth. They just kept coming and I just kept swallowing.

Harry was getting a little concerned. He came over and asked me if I liked what I was doing. All I did was reach out and grab his erect prick.

I knew he was digging the scene. I knew he liked watching me suck off all those guys. I knew He liked watching them go crazy all over my face and pump their fuck sauce through my lips.

After that guy had had it off in my mouth. Harry jumped on for a ride. Again those anonymous tongues and fingers returned to my my twat and aroused me up to the point of coming and then withdrew suddenly, abruptly.

This went on for what seemed like hours. And I was a madwoman. Practically incoherent from unsatisfied longings.

Everyone started to laugh.

Aren't you going to make me come? I asked, looking from one face to another.

They just laughed. Then somebody suggested that the ladies take care of the ladies.

At that point I didn't particularly care who the hell did it. In fact I stuck my own fingers down there and started frigging myself.

Oh no, somebody said, don't let her do that. A couple of the guys grabbed my arms and wouldn't allow me to frig myself.

I was ready to scream. Somebody do something. I said.

Good old Harry then stepped forward and told two of the girls to give me a good tongue lashing. Laughing they positioned themselves at my cunt and suddenly those heavenly mysterious tongues were back again. My female ointment was flowing and the tongue porbbed my cunt, my labias, whipped around my clitoris.

I was terrified that they would stop again. But the tension of all these stunted desire had built up such an orgasm that almost immediately I began to come. Spasms caused me to writhe with pain and pleasure. I ground my ass into the couch I clutched at anything and anyone near by.

I went out of consciousness into lustful oblibion and I come back, shreiking for more.

While before nobody would let me come, now everybody wanted to make me come. It was just one crazy scene. All those people with their hands and tongues all over my stomach.

They gave me a tongue bath. They licked my tits, under my arms. They nibbled and sucked at my ears. Someone -rimmed out my ass.

Before that night was over I must have come fifty times.

The next morning I woke up in my bed with this terrible longing.

Instantly I recognized what it was. I wanted a big piece of meat in my mouth. I had the taste for come and I wanted it, needed it right then.

I looked over at Harry sleeping like a baby. I crept around to his side and got down between his legs. His limp, sleeping cock looked so cute.

Slowly I began to caress it with my tongue. My mouth salivated from the smell of it. I licked up and down the shaft. Harry slept on but his cock started to arise. I decided to take it into my mouth. I love it when a limp cock gets hard in your mouth.

I began to suck gently, firmly. The cock began to stiffen perceptively. In his sleep Harry started to hump back and forth. I licked away, I nibbled at the skin, I flicked his piss slit.

I blew on it, I sucked it, I whipped it and bathed it with my skillful tongue. It responded beautifully. It got harder and the veins bulged out from the sides.

Harry started to wake up, what a beautiful way to wake up he says.

Hey, Tina, he says, let's not do it this way, honey. I mean you had an awful lot of cocks in your mouth last night, how about some good old fashioned fucking?

I didn't want any fucking. I wanted his prick swollen in my mouth. I wanted it rammed down my throat not up my cunt.

Hey Tina, do you hear me, he said.

I just kept sucking harder. I knew he couldn't take much more of that treatment without losing control of the situation and I was right. He throbbed in my mouth. He shoved the meat down my throat. He pumped it with all his might.

He forgot all that shit about fucking my cunt and fucked the living shit out of my face.

He started to spurt man fluids down my throat. It was great, salty, beautiful fluids flowing down my gullet.

After he had pulled it out, he said that it was still in pretty good shape and if I liked, he could put it in my cunt and get it hard again real soon.

I told him right away that I would rather he go down on me.

He shrugged, all right, baby.

He got down there between my knees. He started on my upper ways and licked his way up to my cunt. Long languid strokes of his tongue thrilled and tingled me.

Up he licked until he came to my twat and then he ripped into my tender clitoris. He nibbled at it, he gingerly bite into it.

His tongue wormed up into my sensitive cunt walls and I just yelled out my pleasure. I squirmed under his face. His hands held my buttocks to steady my struggling body. My body struggling with that hovering orgasm.

It sunk into me, it snuck up into me. It burst my body apart. I came on his face.

So that's it doc, that's the way it's been ever since that party. It really brought me out. It really made me into a bonified cock sucker and there's nothing else I want in the world now, but a mouthful of cock.

CONCLUSION

Although Tina came to me for advice, there is really nothing I can say to her except "go to." Obviously she has found her medium and there is nothing wrong with it.

She is still a young woman and her tastes may again change. She may go back to regular inercouse. Or she may find that anal sex is her new perogative.

All I can say is I hope that she always finds understanding people who are as liberated as she is.

CASE HISTORY TEN

SUBJECT: Issac S. AGE: 30

INTERVIEW ONE

Issac came to me out of a desperate need to talk to some one about his relationship with his sister, Kate. He told me that he had been putting off therapy for a long time but that he had reached a point where he knew that he had to do something positive about his problem.

Although he seemed deeply disturbed, he appeared calm and spoke very fluently. I don't know why, but for some reason the young man immediately put his trust in me and found it very easy to confide his deepest secrets.

Here is the story that he told me.

It began a very long time ago, Doctor. So long ago that I really have to dig into my memory to say how it all began. Please bear with me and I will tell it all to the best of my recollection.

My sister and I are twins. We look very much alike and we have the same mannerisms. We have always been together. I can not remember any of my childhood without remembering her being there.

She is not so very like me in personality however. She is a very feminine lovely girl. She is hardly what you would call a liberated woman, because always she has seemed to me the most delicate and helpless of creatures. I remember always feeling very protective towards her, sheltering her against weather and cruel people. She was ill a lot as a child and when she lay in bed with her pale face and her cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes bright and luminous with whatever illness had her, I would come and sit for hours reading to her, making her laugh. I would bring her flowers from the meadow, I would kiss her when she fell asleep.

When she was well we would roam through the fields surrounding our parent's farm. It was never a question of liking her company, of us enjoying each other, it was just the way it was. It was all that we knew.

We slept together until we were fourteen years old. Except when she was sick.

Then I would sleep on a cot in the corner of the room and she would lay in our big bed all alone. One such night when she had been isolated with a fever, she woke up and called my name. Issac, she said, I've had a bad dream and I'm frightened will you come get in bed with me?

I got up from the cot and went to her. I could see her delicate features in the fading moonlight. She seemed only barely human, so fragile she was.

I climbed in bed with her, feeling the feverish body next to mine. Her skin like satin. Her nightgown had ridden up above her thighs in the torment of her nightmare and my thighs pressed against hers.

She asked me to take her in my arms and hold her.

I sliped my arms around her, feeling her soft hair under my chin and her small breasts brushed against my chest. She sighed and snuggled deeply into my maternal embrace.

How strange it was that I had never noticed it before that night. But somehow her feverish body, the softness of her skin and her hair, the great warmth and comfort of having my arms around her and her body pressed against mine gave me an erection.

My cock rose out from my body and pressed against her leg.

"Issac," she asked quietly. "What is that so hard against my leg?"

I was not embarrassed to tell her because of course we had seen each other naked many times. I told her that my penis had become hard because it felt so good to have her locked in my arms.

She wanted to know how it got hard and why holding her in my arms should make it that way.

I told her that when a man feels a woman next to him, when she appeals to him, then the penis becomes hard thinking that it will soon be needed to be put up a woman's cunt.

She was silent for awhile and then she asked if she could see it that way, saying that she had never realized it had those propensities and would like to know more about it all.

I agreed to this, feeling a little strange, but somehow that it was" all right. I felt that she was my beloved sister that it was far better that she learn about this things from me and not from some wretched and brutal man later on.

I reached over and turned off the light.

Then I got out of bed and took off my pajama bottoms.

I stood there in the lamplight and the moonlight with my cock jutting stiffly out. Kate looked at it for a long time. Her little tongue came out of her mouth and she licked her lips.

My cock started to twitch.

She of course wanted to know why it was jerking like that and I told her that it was looking for an opening to go in, it was seeking it's natural lair, a woman.

She asked if I would mind if she touched it. I told her to go ahead. Her sweet little hand came out from under the covers and she reached shyly for my prick.

The touch of her fingers was electric. My cock jerked and out of the tip of it came a few pearls of pre-come liquid.

What is that, she said. I told her it was sperm oozing out, the stuff that babies were made from. She wanted to know why again it was all happening now.

I told her that the touch of her fingers had excited my penis and now it was really expecting further contact.

I told her that it was for fucking, that the cock was looking for an opening to go into, that once inside it would steam in and out and up and down until it exploded from the feeling and the movement and great amounts of that come would spurt forth.

She took all this in very calmly. Her curiosity burning away her fever. She asked me if I had ever tasted the come. I told her that I had. I told her that many time, the cock would get stiff and when I was alone I would take it in my hands and jerk it and pull at it until the come flew into my own hands. I told her that at such times I had tasted my own come and that it tasted very good.

Her little hand now wrapped around the width of my organ and started to move up and down very carefully, very lightly. She asked me if that was the way I did it when I was alone.

I told Kate that that was basically what I did, but that I usually used two hands and I did it much harder.

She got both hands on my staff and bore down harder.

She then asked me if she was doing it right. I said that that was closer to it, but that I usually did it faster and would also squeeze the balls underneath my penis while I was rubbing the shaft.

One of her hands then went underneath to play with my nuts and the other hand began to rub my prick very vigorously.

Streams of lust were shooting upwards from my groin, up my spine. I knew that she was going to make me come if she kept It up and I asked her if that was what she was after. Kate said that she wasn't sure, she said that she wanted to taste the come and thought that if she excited my penis it would come out.

I then said to her that she could excite my penis also by putting her mouth over it and using her tongue.

She stopped rubbing the hard shaft and climbed out of the-bed. Underneath me she kneeled and her face approached my crotch. Her sweet little mouth zeroed in on my big wang and soon I felt the insides of it surrounding my man flesh.

I sighed lustfully. The feeling in my groin was so strong that I was almost losing track of life itself. I looked down at her beautiful young head, as she began to bob back and forth and up and down on my cock. Her little hands were right underneath tickling and fondling my balls.

It was an incredible feeling. A strong, hard feeling. I lusted for her. My prick lusted to be deeper in her mouth.

I forgot she was my sister and began to talk to her in a way I had never done. I told her to suck me. I repeated it over and over again. Suck me, suck me, suck me. Use your tongue. Put your tongue in my piss slit. Suck me off, Kate, make me come in your mouth.

My buttocks moved of their own accord and I knew I had to have the cock further down in her throat. I could hardly breath for the uncontrollable feelings that had me in their clutches.

She began to suck me, She made pursing sounds with her lips as she drew the air around my prick. She pulled at it with the intake of air. Her tongue became sharp and hard and poked at the head of my cock.

I could feel the rush and crush of orgasm coming upon me. I began to push harder into her face. I pushed further down into her throat. She gagged a little and looked up at me, her little mouth stuffed to the gills with my meat. I pushed harder and felt blessed relief at having my cock sucked into her throat.

Great animal passions drove me further into her mouth. My thighs flexed and my buttocks swayed in the night air. I watched carefully as she swallowed my prick. Feeling the slight pressure of her teeth on the length of it.

I drew the member out, examining the full length and hardness of it. lowly I pushed it back into her mouth and down her throat. Her tongue licked along the side of it.

What pleasure she gave me!

Now I could feel the explosion coming, I could feel the crisis of my body coming upon me. My cock stiffened perceptively in her mouth it throbbed in her quivering lips and I rammed it hard into her sweet throat.

The come was spurting now. Gobs of went into her mouth and she choked on it. She began to gulp it down, and what she could not gulp rolled out of her mouth and down her chin.

As my member began to grow limp in her mouth. She moved away from me. She went and sat on the bed and scratched her head.

I just stood there looking at her. I wanted to take her in my arms again. I knew that she was confused, that she was expecting something else but wasn't quite sure of what that was.

I loved her terribly for her innocence for her womanhood. For her curiosity. I knew I wanted to taste her come as she had tasted mine. And I wanted to see her little cunt in the lamplight. I wanted to carefully examine her clitoris and spread open her cunt lips and look up the dark virgin hole in between.

I wanted to feel her thighs wrapped around my ears. Gently I pushed her back on the bed and lifted her legs up over my shoulders. She was beautiful down there. Her little pussy had hardly any hair on it at all, and her sweet pink cunt lips were just daring me for a taste.

I touched her clitoris with my finger and a little shiver ran through her body. I then grew a little bolder and tweaked it, she squirmed underneath my touch.

Kate sat up a bit and asked me what I was doing to her now.

I told her that a woman is similar to a man, that her sexual parts seeks the same satisfaction that a man's penis does and it will respond to the touch of a finger or a tongue.

She then asked me if I wanted to taste her come also and I said yes, very much.

Without further ado, my mouth centered on her clitoris. My tongue began to bath it and tickle it with a kind fury. Kate wiggled all over the bed.

I licked the length of her dear pussy, whipped all around her cunt lips and stuck my tongue up her virgin hole. She moaned with this new pleasure and I knew that one so inexperienced as her would soon be coming alll over my avaricious face.

I licked all around her cunt, it became soaking wet with her pussy juices and my watering mouth. I fingered her while I licked and paid special attention to her nubbin, tweaking it and tickling it and executing all kinds of movement upon that area.

I fingered her little asshole. I stuck a finger up it and wiggled it all around. Kate was breathing very heavily and she was moaning very loudly. I told her to be quiet or else our parents would hear us.

She put her hand in her mouth and bit down upon it to stifle her cries of passion.

I continued to tongue her expertly. Loving the feel and movement of her pussy flesh. The throbbing insides of her, the sweet taste of her come in my mouth. The way her thighs were pressing against me desperately.

She started the innate action of humping. She humped up into my face, pushing and pulling me with her hot cunt. I bore down hard and sucked at the tender skin. I sucked at her clitoris, I rotated my tongue aroud it.

She was coming now, flipping around all over the bed, out of her head with her first orgasm, her first defeat to lust, my mouth was full of her hot cunt, full of her female juices and it was all so wonderful so right. The way she was squirming on my face the way she was maoning from her lust.

When she relaxed again I cleaned up the remnants of her cunt.

I climbed into the bed and we embraced passionately and lovingly.

Our lips met and our mutual fuck sauces melted together on the tips of our tongues. I sought the insides of her mouth that had lately been an orafice for my cock.

In the morning my mother found us together, wrapped in each other's arms like lovers. She wanted to know why I had not slept in the cot. Kate said that she had asked me to get in bed with her because she had had a nightmare and was frightened.

Always before our mother would have accepted that. And this time she did too, but it the next week after that that she spoke to our father about how it was high time we had separate rooms.

Our time was up, unfortunately so I asked Issac to return to me the following week.

INTERVIEW TWO

After we had our own bedrooms there was no more oral love at night between Kate and me. But we still had those evenings after school and those long weekends roaming through the fields and the forests together.

Often we would stop in a secluded spot and fill each other's mouths with love sauce.

None of this changed for a very long time. Of course my parents thought that it was odd that Kate and I never really went out on dates. Especially as we got to be around eighteen.

Kate is a lovely girl and she was then too, the budding womanhood at fourteen had become a paragon of womanly firmness at eighteen. She had lovely breasts and a long lanky torso and shapely legs.

She was always in demand with the other boys at school. They would phone her at home and would even write her letters. My mother often asked her why she never went out with any of them.

She would answer simply that she was too interested in her schoolwork.

And I would say the same thing to my parents when they wanted to know why it was that I never dated any of the girls at school.

The truth of it was, that Kate and I cared only for each other's company, that there was no other girl or boy that could take each other's place.

We had never actually fucked over the years. It was if it didn't matter you see. It wasn't until much later that we did that.

Now it was time to go to college. We of course assumed that we would be going together to the same place, to the state university.

Our parents however, had other things in mind. They were a little concerned that we spent so much time together and they felt that it would be better if we were separated. They felt it would give us a chance to develop our personalities individually.

Consequently they sent Kate to a private girl's school half way across the state from me.

How empty I felt that first year. Suddenly this girl, my sister, the woman that was like my other half was taken away from me. At first I could not bear the pain of her absence. The first weekend I could get free I hitchhiked across the state to go visit her.

How wonderful it was to see her again. As soon as we were alone I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. She said that she had something she wanted to tell me and to stop kissing her.

What she told me was something that I should have counted on from the beginning. Somehow it had never occurred to me that Kate would have anything to do with another man.

Instantly I was filled with jealousy and pain. Jealousy consumed my body. The thought of another man between her legs, licking up that come that belonged to me, that was like my come was maddeningly.

The thought of her face wrapped around some other man's prick nearly drove me insane.

Kate went on to say that she had been very lonely without me and that out of desperation she had accepted a date with a man. He was a very nice, handsome man and after they had gone to a movie he asked her if she would like to stop by at his apartment.

Once there he offered her some beer which she accepted. He sat next to her on the couch and put his arm around her. Slowly I could see the whole seduction scene.

I saw how he began to fondle her breasts, how his hand slipped down into her blouse and how he pinched her nipples. I saw how his lips covered hers and felt his tongue exploring her luscious mouth.

I saw how his hand hand moved down her body and clasped her thighs.

How he had found her cunt soon and rubbed it and made her pussy grow wet with desire. Oh yes, she had responded. She had sought his mouth and she had sought the bulge in his pants.

She had unzipped his pants like she had unzipped mine. She had fished out his cock and fondled it until it grew stiff with desire and longed for fulfillment.

How clearly I could see the whole thing and it made me burn with rage. But strangely enough as she related the whole scene my cock responded to her story. It grew hard in my pants. It begged for satisfaction. Lust was coursing trhough my body, making me numb with desire.

Kate noticed this and automatically her hand went down to that bulge and began to caress the front of my pants hard. She went on with her story, telling me how they had undressed each other, telling me how the man had sucked her tits, and how he had moved down between her legs to suck her clitoris and put fingers up her twat.

She had grown terribly excited, she expected him to eat her out until she came in his face. She got down between his legs and they spread out on the floor in a sixty-nine position. She sucked with wild desire on his stiff prick. She fondled his balls and smelled the musty odor of the man meat.

She wanted to come and she was. But the man had other ideas. He wanted to fuck her. And before she could come and before she could make him come, he hand pulled away from her and climbed up onto her body.

He spread her thighs neatly and firmly with his knees, his mouth descended upon her mouth and she could smell her crotch on his upper lip. With a good shove, he entered her, breaking her hymen, the hymen that had belonged to me her brother.

He pumped her cunt full of his cock, smashing her against the floor in his urgency to have satisfaction. Kate found herself humping him back, her body responding with its great unsatisfied need. The need to be filled with his cock and his come.

The need to feel his body struggling for hers.

He had not come inside of her, but pulled out as it began and the come spurted out all over her stomach. After it was over for him he got up and lit a cigarette.

And my Kate lay there on the floor with her legs still wide open and her cunt screaming for satisfaction. She snaked a finger down there and began to frig herself.

The guy wanted to know what the hell she was doing. She answered him and said, if you can't make me come, I sure as hell can make myself come.

I guess that hurt his ego, because he went right over to her and got between her legs. He went down on her pussy with his mouth. Eating her out again, tonguing her clitoris and putting fingers up her hole.

Kate was real frothy with cunt juice. Orgasm was coming to her and soon she was squirming with the overcoming lust that caused spasms to rack her body.

When she was finished telling me this, she smiled and said that basically she had liked the experience but that she was sure that I could fuck her much better.

I felt horrible, Doctor, I don't know why I had never fucked Kate. It was as if I was waiting for something, or trying to preserve that golden childhood we had had together. Those innocent beautiful orgasms.

I was sorry that I had not been the one to take her virginity though. Now it was too late, now she had been had by some filthy slob who did not love her. She had had her first taste of fucking from another man.

But now there was something more urgent to worry about and that was the unsatisfied lust of my own prick. My prick that was as stiff as it had ever been, stimulated by her story and by her hand that had been rubbing it all along.

We went into the woods and undressed. Right away we went down on each other and formed a sixty-nine in the grass. She sucked away at my ever-growing dick and I lapped up her flowing pussy juices.

She tasted as good as ever and her lovely body was squirming all over my face, smearing the juice of her cunt on my lips and my cheeks and on my nose.

But just as we were about to come, she stopped me. She took her mouth off my cock and said, now darling Issac, you must fuck me properly. And I want you to come in my pussy. You may not be the first one to fuck me with a cock, but at least you'll be the first one to come inside of me.

She was right about that, and that made me feel somewhat better. At any rate, I was bursting down below and the thought of entering her cunt for the first time was driving me wild with lust for her body, for her pussy, for the fucking we would soon be doing.

I mounted her from above and presented my cock head to her cunt. I shoved it in, working it into the deep recesses of her dark cunt hole. She moaned and her thighs quivered below me. She squirmed and moved about.

We began to fuck. Me shoving my big dick way up into her and she taking in, sucking it into her cunt lusciously.

It felt wonderful like that, it was the most exquisite thing. We fucked and fucked until we were both tearing each other apart with the extremity of our passion.

I shot my wad of sperm way into her cunt. I shot it up into her womb and she screamed with the great pleasure of her own coming.

We spent the rest of the weekend fucking and sucking each other. Now we explored all the avenues of sexual experience. I fucked her everywhere, in her cunt, in her mouth, even up her ass. I fucked her between her tits, underneath her arms, everywhere.

Nothing was left unexplored.

How strange it was to leave her then. I knew that I had to go back to my own work, back to school. I knew also that she would for sure take more men into her arms, and that thought drove me crazy.

That year almost every weekend I would hitchhike up to see her. I was careful not to let anyone know who I was at her school. I was careful not to let our parents know what we were doing, and how much we saw of each other.

The next year she transferred to The State University where I was.

INTERVIEW THREE

Our third session was arranged for the following week and here is what Issac told me at that time.

Nothing changed very much over the years between Kate and me. We graduated from college and moved to New York City. We just wanted to get as far away from our parents as possible. We wanted to live together peacefully without disturbance.

We went on to further schooling in New York and after that I got a job. Kate had decided that she still wanted to continue her education. That was fine with me, I told her that now it would be easy with me working full time. Now she could go to school without having to work also.

For a while, it all worked out. But there was one basic problem that we had. For some reason I preferred to make love to her orally, I much preferred ramming my cock down her throat and having a mouthful of her pussy to straddling her and shoving my cock up her cunt.

With that kind of sex I could have been satisfied for my whole life but it was not enough for Kate.

Consequently she sought out other men. I didn't know that at first. She was afraid of hurting my feelings I guess, and although it had been going on for quite a while, I had never been aware of it until just recently.

Six months ago after we had had each other's genitals in our mouths, after we had come and lay still in each other's arms. She said she had something she had to tell me.

For some reason I felt the same way I had all those years ago when she told me of her first fuck.

She then proceeded to tell me how she had been having other men. How she knew that I didn't like to fuck her, but how she really liked having a big dick up her cunt once in a while. She went on to say that she had had various men over the years. They hadn't really been lovers. Most of them were one night stands, because the loving part she always saved for me.

But recently she said, she had met someone and he affected her quite differently from the others. She had met him in a class of hers and they had started to have coffee afterwards. Finally he asked her over to his place one night.

When they got there, they talked some more and she really found him interesting. In fact she found him fascinating. She said she discovered that she was turning onto him. That her cunt had begun to itch for his prick and she figured that by the bulge in his pants he was getting the same vibrations.

Needless to say, they began to make love. They fell into each other's arms and kissed passionately, he caressed her long lovely body and she groped for him.

Soon they had their clothes off and Kate was going down on him. She said that he was a little surprized but the surprize was soon replaced by amazement at her ability to suck cock.

She wanted him to come in her mouth, but then again she wanted to fuck. She felt her pussy burning for it, crying out to be filled with huge amounts of man meat.

He reached for her and their bodies came together. They moved onto the bed and he straddled her body. His prick pushed its way into her deep cavern of lust and they began the dance of fuck.

Kate insisted to me that this one had been different. After they had come, they had fucked again. But as usual, her desire for him did not abate. She still found herself wanting his cock. She found herself wanting him during the day.

And finally she said the worst thing of all. She said that she found herself wanting him when she was making love to me. She found herself thinking of his cock as she was sucking off mine.

I fought with her then for the first time in our lives. I was wild with jealousy. I felt like my whole life had just been smashed to pieces. I wanted to kill myself. I wanted to die.

She cried to see me that way. She said she was sorry, but that's the way it had happened. I screamed at her, I asked her if she had told this guy about us.

She said of course not, he would think we were lunatics.

I threatened to call him and tell him all about what we had been doing all these years. But when I saw the fear in her eyes, how much she feared to lose him, I came back to my senses.

I could not hurt Kate, even if I was to lose her, I could not hurt her. She came into my arms and I caressed her breasts. I fondled her nipples and then I sucked them.

She stopped crying now and her breathing became very coarse.

I put my hand under her skirt and I felt her pussy had become as wet as her cheeks had from the tears. I moved into her hole, frigging her cunt.

My face slid down her stomach and presented itself at the opening of her womanhood.

I removed her panties and then I removed her skirt. I laid her down on the couch and covered her with my face. I nibbled at her cunt. I sucked her clitoris. I realized that this would probably be the last time she would come in my face.

Her body heaved and twisted under my persistant tongue job. Skillfully I attacked the tender membrane of her cunt. My tongue exploring this last time the beautiful passageway of her pussy.

She became so excited that her hands came down upon my head and shoved it hard into her crotch. She humped my face, lustfully. She cried out her passion. She fell into the great spasms of orgasm and came all over my face.

When it was over she wanted to go down on me. But I was in too much pain to think about the immediate urgency of my sex. I could only think of how I was losing her, my sister, to this other man.

This man who would now be putting his cock in her mouth, who would be pressing his groin over her face, who would be tongued and sucked by her well trained mouth. I thought now he would come into that mouth and he would kiss it afterwards and taste the mingling of sperm and cunt juice together on their two tongues.

And to this day, Doctor, that's what I think of all the time. I have known no other love that hers and now I am a lost soul, a dying man. Is there anything to be done?

CONCLUSION

This amazing incestual account of Isaac and Kate really had me confounded for a while. Issac continued to come to me for many weeks and we went over and over the root of his problem. We went over every detail of his realtionship with his sister and very painful it was for him too.

The relationship which had begun as an innocent childhood thing, a very common occurance, had become the focal point of their lives. This is a rare occurance. Usually incestual relations end as the individuals grow older.

Probably the fact that they were twins had some bearing on the longeivity of the relationship. Although Issac never sought anything but sex with Kate. Kate found it necessary to look for a more normal sexual experience.

Although she loved oral sex with her brother she felt a longing for intercourse with others. Issac's predilection for oral sex with Kate was a sublimanal prevention of making her pregnant. Kate however as a woman, felt the need to find a man that could make her pregnant. A man to whom she could bear children.

Issac will have a great deal of pain to endure, but he is now making an effort to see other women and after a certain amount of time he will, I'm sure respond to their persons. I also feel that once he is able to relate to another individual besides his sister, he will find regular intercourse just as exciting as oral intercourse.

CASE HISTORY ELEVEN

Subject: Bill M. Age: Twenty-eight

INTERVIEW ONE

Bill M. is an instructor in a large university. He came to me with a most peculiar problem which is best explained in his own words. The following is a transcript of our interview together.

She didn't have any pants on!

I stopped in the middle of a sentence and reached into the breast pocket of my jacket for my glasses. I wiped them carefully, put my finger on my place in my lecture notes, and looked up. The girl in the second seat in the front row-a young lady who my seating chart identified as a Miss Sally S., was sitting in her chair, her legs spread wide apart.

Her miniskirt was well up over her thighs and I could see that I had not been mistaken; the dark thatch of her pubic hair was exposed to me, silky and fine, a patch of ebony beauty between the alabaster white of her legs. I cleared my throat and wiped the perspiration from my forehead with my handkerchief.

I had to get on with the lecture. There were thirty faces staring at me, waiting for me to get on with it, thirty faces and one lovely vagina.

"And so," I continued, my tongue clacking against the dry roof of my mouth, "if you examine the way in which the hydrogen atom is constructed, you will find-"

I stopped, mesmerized by the spectacle in front of me. Sally S. had slumped further down in her seat and spread her legs even wider. Through some trick unknown to me, she was clenching and unclenching the muscles in her upper thighs so that the wisps of pubic hair moved aside, exposing a pair of pink, tender lips that were just beginning to bead with moisture. She moved again and I could see up into her body. She was very wet now, droplets of love juice forming along the crease of her sex. She was staring directly at me, her eyes open and inviting, clouded with lust.

I must be mistaken, I thought. I had never heard of anything like this. Of course, there were always the stories about girls willing to do anything to get a good grade in a course they were failing. But this was the beginning of the term. Besides, I had never believed those tales. I came from a small town in the Midwest and I knew that people simply didn't act that way. No people that I had ever known, anyway.

I swallowed hard and removed my glasses, hoping to remove temptation along with them. My member had swelled to massive proportions and I found myself rubbing myself involuntarily against the hard, polished wood of the lectern behind which I stood. I was afraid I was going to climax and that would be most embarrassing if any student came up to ask me questions later.

I could not afford any scandal. This was my first term as lecturer at the university. I had been most fortunate to get the appointment, as there were hundreds of qualified graduate students. Probably, I had been given the position because of what the university administrators considered to be my high moral standards. What would they say if they could see me now! Here I was only halfway through my lecture, and I was virtually paralyzed by a monstrous erection. They hadn't told me there'd be girls in my class who wore no panties and who would wave their private parts in my face!

I swallowed hard. My eyes found their way back to my notes.

"You will find, uh, you will find that it is most unusual. If you will look up here to where I have sketched this diagram-"

I could hear the rustle of bodies moving in their seats as the majority of students looked up at the part of the blackboard where I had laboriously drawn the structure of the hydrogen atom. I did not turn. I could not. It was as if Sally S. held me like a magnet.

Her triangle was still completely exposed to my view and her eyes were boring into mine. In addition, she had folded her hands together, on the pretext of resting them on the arms of her desk. But she was not resting. Rather, her clasped hands had come up under her breasts and were pushing them up and down, squeezing them so that I imagined I could see her nipples poking through her light, yellow sweater. I could tell she wore no bra.

Her breasts were hobbling up and down, maddening me. There was moisture on her thighs now. She was running her tongue back and forth across her lips.

A student in the back of the room stood up. "Professor," he said, "are you all right?"

"Of course, I'm all right," I answered. "No-" I quickly added. I simply could not go on. I knew that now. "I have a headache." I had to get away from Sally S. Otherwise, I might do something that I would regret and which would cause me to lose my teaching position. "I have a splitting headache. I'll cancel the rest of the lecture for today, if you don't mind. And no questions, please. I simply can't think."

They all seemed quite excited at this unexpected reprieve. They jumped from their seats and hurried from the room.

All except Sally S. She was still sitting in her seat, her legs spread. Now her hands cupped her breasts, openly pointing them in my direction.

"Miss S.-" I began, putting my hand to my forehead. "I'm afraid you must excuse me. I have a throbbing headache."

"That's not true, Professor," the girl said in a throaty, husky tone that fired my blood. "You have a throbbing something else. Don't you think I know it?"

"Miss S!" Even as I protested, I could feel the moisture forming on my organ's tip. "I really can't allow you to-"

"Don't you like my body?"

I was completely speechless. I have never met a girl like this. I stood with my mouth open, staring after her as she rose and went to the door. Before, I had wanted her to leave. Now I was afraid that she would.

I needn't have worried. There was the sound of the lock clicking in the door and then she turned and came walking slowly back in my direction. Her unfettered breasts bobbed as she moved and her hips swung invitingly. Her eyes were the color of smoke.

"Miss S., I really don't understand-"

She stepped up onto the speaker's platform and without a moment's hesitation, put her hand on my swollen member. I jumped and let out a shriek.

"Relax, Professor," Sally S. said, slowly stroking me, "somebody will hear you."

I was quite beside myself with desire. I could not have controlled myself, even if I had wanted to. My fingers flew to one of her breasts. It was very large and soft, spongy, except for the nipple which was rock-hard. I slipped my hand under her sweater and began to squeeze a fleshy globe. My loins were bursting with pressure.

"Miss S.," I gasped between breaths, "why are you doing this?"

"I like to check out all the new professors," she said, unzipping my fly and taking out my erect member, never missing a stroke. "It's my hobby. Should I stop?"

"No," I groaned, suddenly quite indifferent to the possible loss of my job. "Don't stop."

With her free hand, Sally S. lifted her sweater so that her breasts were completely naked. I stared at them for a moment and then my muscles moved with a will of their own. A small, animal groan escaped my mouth as I bent over and seized one of the hard, red nipples in my mouth, squeezing it with my lips and lapping at it with my tongue.

Sally S. groaned and clasped my head to her chest, holding me tight. The fingers of her free hand were now stroking between my thighs. Occasionally, she would cup me, and bounce me lightly up and down. I exploded in her hand.

I thought I was finished. The one or two other experiences I had had were over when I exploded. It was not to be that way with Sally.

She held me tightly, so that I was unable to take my mouth away from her breasts. Her hand continued to stroke my flesh and, in a moment, I was hard once again.

I could contain myself no longer. Grasping the girl around the hips, I lifted her bodily off the floor and set her on the lectern. With one motion, I raised her skirt and buried my mouth in her wet mound.

I had heard about doing this but had never actually done it. The pleasure of my lips in her sex was indescribable, filling me with a fire unlike any I had ever known. My tongue moved automatically, in and out, up and down, as if I had performed this act a hundred times.

Sally was crying now with passion, her tears wetting the back of my neck while the love juice from her body flooded my mouth and ran down my chin. I gripped her buttocks. My fingers dug into the soft, dimpled flesh. She moved back and forth, using her hands to push my mouth deeper into her.

Suddenly, she quivered and stiffened, my mouth was bathed in warm fluid.

In an instant, Sally was down off the lectern and on her knees before me. I gazed down in wonder as the tip of her tongue darted out and touched the sensitive crest at the top of my organ. Then her lips were on the tip, her tongue lapping back and forth across the cleft.

I was insane with need. I shuddered and thrust my hips forward. My rod slid into her wet mouth with no trouble. I could feel it hit the back of her throat but she made no sound nor did she seem to feel any discomfort. Sally S. was truly an expert.

She was moving back and forth on me now, sucking and licking me with her tongue, even as her hands played with my flesh. Occasionally, her teeth would nibble but never enough to hurt. Her every action was calculated, designed to inflame me further and drive me wild.

I was about to erupt again. She must have sensed this, for just as the fluid began to bubble through me, she leaped up on the lectern, spread her legs and lifted me into her.

My pole slid in to the limit. The inside of her body felt as though it were flaming, so that my flesh must burn at its touch.

I gave one last heave with my hips and felt the tip of my weapon touch the entrance to her womb. She squealed with delight and threw her arms around me as both of us exploded in an unbelievable torrent of moist and quivering release.

My breathing was shallow and rapid as I pulled out of her and zipped myself up.

Sally S. laughed as she climbed off the lectern and rearranged her clothing. She seemed completely unfazed by the fact that she had just had oral intercourse with her college instructor, a man she hardly knew. There was so much I did not understand.

She finished smoothing her hair and stood before me, her hands on her hips. I could feel desire rising through me once again but I held it in check. I was due in my next class in a few minutes.

"You're good," she said. "Professor, you're really good."

"I'm not a professor," I said, feeling rather foolish. "I'm only an instructor."

"Ah," Sally S. breathed, "but you're a professor of love! That's the only subject worth studying."

"Really? I mean, was I really that good?"

"Oh, yes."

"I haven't had that much experience, you know."

"You could have fooled me."

I was filled with a rush of pride. Before this, lovemaking had always been sort of mechanical.

"Do you do this often?"

Immediately, I was sorry I had spoken. I was afraid that I might have embarrassed the girl. But she gave no indication that she had been hurt by my question. She smiled, displaying a line of perfect, white teeth.

"Oh, yes," the girl said. "I do this very often. After all, don't we live through our senses?"

"I suppose we do," I said slowly. Up to this time, I had always lived in my mind. "Yes, I suppose we do at that."

"Well, I believe so," Sally S. said, squeezing her breasts as if to make her point. "This is how I get to know people. I know you now and I like you. Would you like us to know each other better?"

"Shit, yes," I said, hardly daring to breathe or-blink, afraid that I would awaken and find it was all a dream.

"Good," Sally S. said, turning to go. "I'll see you, Professor."

In a moment, she was gone. "Yes," I said quietly, almost to myself. "I'll see you."

The bell rang. I gathered up my notes and hurried out of the classroom on my way to the next. I knew that my life had been changed.

Sally S. had carried me to a peak of ecstasy, previously unknown. I did not want to come down. I looked forward to our next encounter, with an enthusiasm that surprised even myself.

I was stiff the moment she walked through the doorway. I stepped behind the lectern and thrust my hand into my pants as Sally strode down the aisle and lowered herself into her seat. I was oblivious to everyone else in the classroom. All my concentration was centered on Sally, waiting for her to lean back, spread her legs and afford me one more glimpse of that glorious, damp hole.

I waited, but nothing happened. On this day she was wearing a loose cotton blouse and slacks. I looked at her, pleading with my eyes, but she was staring past me at the blackboard. The tension was too much for me. I squeezed my organ, and ejaculated into my pants. Only after I had done this, was I able to continue with the lesson.

I was never able to discover what had made Sally change. Perhaps she allowed herself only one "introduction" to each new professor. Whatever her reasons, she did not approach me again.

I was no longer content with the pleasures of my academic life. Sally had awakened the hunger of my flesh. That hunger demanded to be fed.

I was certainly not a virgin. I had had my share of women, but I had never known how really exciting sex could be. Sally had shown me. The other women I had had were horse meat, compared to her steak. From that moment on, I decided that I would eat better.

Sally was one of a kind. I think I knew that. It would be very difficult, I felt, to find another like her, especially on a university campus. The college crowds felt and experienced things through the mind. I needed a woman who, like Sally, lived life through her senses.

I began slumming, frequenting the gaudy bars in he northern, rundown section of the city.

My favorite was Shakie's Place, a slum bar a short bus ride away from my living quarters. It was here that I found the people I longed to be with, people who could come into the bar each night to drink themselves into oblivion in an attempt to forget their meaningless existences. It was in Shakie's Place that I met Norma G. She was to change my life.

I don't know whether she worked. Later, someone told me that she worked part-time as a waitress. In any case, she seemed to live in the bar. At least she was always there when I walked in.

She was beautiful, in an earthy way. She was, by far, the most attractive woman in the room. Perhaps it was this fact that made it so difficult for me to approach her.

Somewhat shy and introspective, I was not used to approaching women in bars, especially when my penis was swollen to monstrous proportions by desire.

Thus, all I could do was to sit on one side of the circular bar and stare at her longingly. She was always dressed well, and I suspected a great many men gave her money, although I did not believe she was a prostitute.

She always wore black stockings that clung sensually to her shapely ankles and calves. Occasionally, she would walk past me on her way to the jukebox, and I would close my eyes, delighting in the silken rustle of her thighs as she passed.

At these moments, I would have sold my soul for just one chance to sink to my knees before her, parting her legs with my hands, running my cheek over her stockinged legs, finally to pull down her panties, which, for some reason, I knew had to be red, and burying my mouth and tongue in her vagina.

Often, during these moments of reverie, I would find that I had stained my pants, and would have to sit very close to the bar in order to hide my indiscretion.

She had many sweaters, and each one was of the finest cashmere, clinging to and emphasizing the beautiful, oversize breasts protruding from her chest like two, ripe cantaloupes waiting to be squeezed and plucked. Her buttocks were beautifully rounded, and I knew that I would be perfectly content to enter her from the rear, for surely her anus must be as tight and sweet as her vagina.

Her features were all finely chiseled, her complexion rosy, needing little makeup. In the dim light of the bar, alcohol bubbling through my system, she looked like a goddess.

And, again like a goddess, she could not be approached. At least I did not dare approach her, and I noticed that the other single men in the bar likewise remained aloof, although they stared hungrily at her as I did.

Still, she always had a drink in front of her, despite the fact that she never seemed to pay. I watched closely as the bartender refilled her glass, and I could see that she was drinking an expensive brand of wine. It occurred to me that someone else, or perhaps all, the men in the bar were buying her drinks.

Did she think I was unforgivably impolite for not buying her one myself? The thought tore at me like a knifeblade. Summoning up all my courage, I motioned the bartender.

"I'd like to buy the lady a drink," I said, aware that my voice was trembling. "Put it on my bill."

The bartender took his hand away from my glass and looked down toward the other end of the bar. "You want to buy Norma a drink?" He seemed incredulous, as if he could not believe my words.

I felt a twinge of anger and wondered if the bartender thought I was unworthy of the honor.

"What's the matter? Isn't my money any good?" I tried to appear tough, the way I had seen it done in the movies. But, I just didn't fit the image. I had 'college professor' written all over me.

The bartender looked again at the girl. She nodded almost imperceptibly, still without looking at me. The bartender turned back and brought her wine bottle down from the special section where he kept it.

"Pal," he said, "you money's fine here. I just hope you know what you're doing."

It seemed a strange thing for him to say. However, all of my attention was centered on the girl as the bartender poured her a full measure of wine. Very slowly, she lifted her glass and, for the first time, looked into my eyes. She smiled broadly, puckered her lips, and drew them over the edge of the glass in a manner that served to blind me with desire. Then she lifted the glass and swallowed down the wine. I hurriedly signalled the bartender. He started to come back, then stopped in his tracks, staring over my shoulder. His eyes were very wide.

CONCLUSION

Bill M.'s problem stems from a disorientation in his emotional makeup. For him, any woman with whom he has sex is an immediate object for his total love. I have recommended that he enter therapy to straighten out the tangled web of his emotional life.

GENERAL CONCLUSION

To conclude this book, I have a few comments I would like to make in passing.

Oral sex is a highly enjoyable and exciting experience with the right circumstances. It is true that some of the cases in this book had definite problems with it. But these problems were usually stemming from some deeply rooted parental or traumatic experience.

Oral sex in itself is not the culprit, not the problem. It may in some cases be a communication, a sign of a problem. But in a healthy, sexually active man or woman it appears as a healthy function of sexuality.

I hope that these few case histories will be helpful to whoever reads them. I know that in the future I will add to this information that there are thousands of men and women with stories to be told, with problems to unfold.

At any rate, this is but one small shedding of light into the dark recesses of the human condition. A condition which is made better always by healthy sexual mores.

A condition which is made better by an open attitude on the side of society. A condoning of welcoming of arms and mouths. The oral embrace surely is a gratifying one and if only our sick society would open up to that, how much easier it would be to face the light of day.

THE END
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