In the course of my psychiatric medical practice, I come across quite a number of young girls who have had encounters with homosexual women. A myriad of psychological traumatic ramifications often occur as homosexuality is viewed as a sin within our culture. I have selected the eight actual case histories presented in this text as a cross-section of the typical ways in which such events occur and the neurotic and often psychotic reactions which often accompany such events.
The following serves as a general introduction to the eight patients presented in the body of the text:
Julie D., 13: She was seduced by her German governess, and afterwards couldn't refrain from playing with her little blonde snatch.
Pamela M., 14: an encounter between her female babysitter and the babysitter's boyfriend transformed this young lady into a highly aggressive lesbian. She just couldn't get enough pussy in her mouth.
Rachel R., 15: while attending school at a convent, she was sexually assaulted by a young nun. After spending an intense day with the lesbian nun, Rachel found herself drawn to sexual experiences with her fellow coeds.
Melanie P., 12: this young girl scout was sexually attacked by three lesbian scout leaders, who forced her to perform unnatural sex acts with them while on a camping trip. She learned to love the feel of a dildo in her adolescent cunt.
Cynthia K., 13: her parents' past caught up with her as an ex-lover of her estranged father seduced her and taught her the pleasures that only another woman could.
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Julie D.
AGE: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Julie was brought to my office by her mother. I had spoken briefly on the phone with the girl's mother when the appointment was made. She told me that she was concerned that her daughter was becoming sexually precocious at too young an age. She explained that on several occasions she had found the girl masturbating. Julie is a very lovely blonde girl, whose outward appearance in no way reflects the traumatic incidents, which she confided to me during the following interview.
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I know why my mother made me come here, doctor. She thinks that I am becoming too interested in sex. I told her that it is normal for a girl my age to start thinking about these things, but she said that I am going to become a slut if I don't mend my ways.
Actually, I will admit to you that I do masturbate a lot and probably do think about sex more than most girls my age. But it's only natural after what I have been through.
You see, about six months ago my mother and father hired a governess for me. My father is often away in Europe on business and my mother is always busy with various charities and the different societies that she is involved in. They don't have a lot of time for me.
When my father was away in Europe, six months ago, he found a governess for me. Her name is Fraulein Braun and she comes from Freiburg. When he brought her home with him at first I was very shy with her.
You know, she is twenty-five-years-old and very pretty. She seemed so sophisticated with her German accent and all. Gee, I just felt like a silly little girl.
I mean, can you imagine all of a sudden having a stranger take complete responsibility for your life? It just was shocking. Well, slowly we became friends.
Her first name is Monica.
Monica and I had a lot of really nice long talks, and she said that she was going to teach me how to cook and sew and do all the things that a proper girl should know about.
We spent a lot of time in the kitchen. She taught me how to make all sorts of European dishes and my parents were really proud of me for becoming such a big girl.
Well, a couple of months ago, my parents went on holiday to South America and Monica told me that we would have a wonderful time while they were gone and that I shouldn't be worried.
The first night that my parents were gone, Monica and I made a fantastic German meal, and afterwards we had a nice chat.
She told me that I was very beautiful. She said that I looked just like a little German princess with my blonde hair and blue eyes.
I told her that she was also very beautiful. You should see her, doctor. Her hair is so black that it looks like the sky at night. Her face is smooth and white and she has a very sexy figure.
Monica wears the cutest little black maid's uniforms. They fit her very tightly so that one can see how nice and big her tits are and what a very nice ass she has.
I told her that when I grow up I want to have a figure just like hers. She said that I shouldn't worry about it because I already had a nice body.
Monica told me that when I get older, I will drive the boys absolutely wild. That made me feel good. I asked her if men like her. She said they like her too much, and that she found men boring.
I asked her why, and she told me that men were too rough and that they were only interested in sex.
I told her that I was too young to know about those things and she said that it was time I learned about it. I told her that my mother wouldn't like it that we were talking about sex and she told me that it was perfectly normal.
After we cleaned up after dinner, we went upstairs to my room. Monica said that she wanted to give me a good German massage. I had never had a massage before and so I was excited.
I was already wearing my pink nightgown, which my grandmother had given me for my birthday, and so I got right into bed.
Monica said that I would have to take the nightgown off so that she could give me the massage.
I pulled my nightgown off and rolled over on my stomach. Monica had some baby oil, which she began rubbing on my back. It felt so warm and nice.
She rubbed my back for a long time, and I felt absolutely dreamy and so warm and comfortable.
Then Monica put some oil on my rear end and began smoothing it into my skin. While she rubbed my ass, she told me that I had a very lovely figure. She said my ass was particularly well shaped and firm.
Her hand slipped in between the cheeks of my ass and began sliding back and forth against my little asshole. It felt strange, but I liked it.
She really surprised me when she asked me if I had ever masturbated. I didn't know what she meant, and so I asked her.
Monica said that when little girls played with their vaginas it felt really good and that was called masturbation.
I told her that my mother said I should never touch myself down there. She said it was normal and that I shouldn't feel funny about doing it. Then she rolled me over and started rubbing oil on my titties. They felt so nice when she touched them. My titties aren't very big yet. Monica said they looked like little cup cakes. She bent down and kissed them and I got chills all over.
She said that I had a very pretty pussy.
I blushed and told her that I was sort of ashamed because I didn't have very much hair on my vagina as yet. She said that was good and that a lot of girls actually shave the hair off their pussies so that they could be just like me.
That made me feel good.
Monica asked me if I would like to learn how to masturbate, and I told her I would if it didn't hurt too much.
She laughed and said it was just the opposite of pain. She said masturbation felt very good. Monica explained to me that before I could ever understand another person's body, I would have to understand my own.
She poured some oil on my pussy and began gently rubbing it in. I got chills all over. It felt so nice.
Monica explained that the little pink thing that is situated on the top part of my pussy is called a clitoris, and that if it is rubbed or touched that it will make me feel good.
She touched it, and it did feel good. My whole body became very relaxed and a feeling of warmth spread all over me. She began rubbing my clitoris and I got so excited, doctor.
The feelings that I had were entirely new to me.
Monica squeezed it and rubbed it and pinched it between her fingers. I thought I would go crazy because it felt so good.
My little clitoris started to get very hard as she rubbed it. Then she started sucking on my nipples, and they became very hard also.
So many strange and new feelings going through my body. I just didn't know what to do.
Every muscle in my body started to shake. I was trembling and I got scared. When I began crying, Monica put her lips on my eyes and I felt comforted.
She told me not to be frightened because sex was a wonderful thing and I shouldn't be afraid.
A strange feeling was beginning to overcome me, doctor. It felt like something was wrong.
I asked Monica to stop rubbing my clitoris, but she said that I should be brave. She just kept rubbing it and my whole body began to tremble.
I could feel little muscle spasms inside my vagina, and then they became stronger and stronger. I screamed. Finally she stopped.
Monica told me that I mustn't be frightened, that she loved me and would never do anything to hurt me. I told her that I didn't want her to play around with my vagina anymore.
Then she started to get rough.
She climbed up on the bed with me and said that she was going to teach me about the pleasures of my body whether I liked it or not. Oh, doctor, I was so confused and frightened.
She spread my legs apart and began kissing my pussy. I was so embarrassed.
When I tried to pull away from her, she grabbed a hold of me and wouldn't let me go. She kept licking my clitoris and again that funny feeling began to overcome me.
I knew I couldn't get away, so I only hoped that what she was doing to me wasn't going to hurt too much.
I know now that I was acting silly, but I really was terribly afraid. These strange sensations were so new to me.
She pressed her tongue against my clitoris and then I had what she said was an orgasm. My whole body shook and the most delightful waves of sweet feelings rushed through my body.
It was the first orgasm of my life. I really liked it.
The orgasm lasted for a long time. While it was happening, my titties became real firm and the lips of my pussy opened and closed. Even my little ass hole began to tremble and open and close.
When finally it was over, Monica got up from the bed and began taking off her clothes.
I asked her what she was doing. She said that it was only fair that since she had made me feel good, that I should help her out.
It was nice watching her take off her clothes. Under her black maid's uniform, she was wearing a white slip. She slowly pulled the tight garment over her head and I was surprised to see that she was wearing really cute leopard spotted silk bikini under panties. She had a black bra on, too.
I told her that she had a lovely body.
She smiled as though she already knew that.
She really does have a nice body. She is very slim and she has very long and slender legs. She is just like those girls who pose naked in the kind of magazines I have seen my father reading.
When she took her bra off, I was so excited because she had beautiful tits. I know you will think I am silly, doctor, but I really wanted to touch her tits. I wanted to suck on them just like she sucked on my tits.
When she slipped out of her panties I thought I would faint. Her pussy was so beautiful. She has so much curly black hair on her vagina. She is so mature. It was exciting to see a mature woman.
My mother never let me see her without any clothes. This was the first time I have ever seen a grown woman without any clothes on.
Monica came over to the bed and sat beside me. She asked me if I wanted to touch her tits.
I told her that I did.
She pressed her nipple against my lips and told me to suck it.
It felt warm inside my mouth. I reached up and began rubbing the other tit while I sucked on her nipple. Oh, it was so nice, doctor. It was just like being a little baby all over again.
I felt so close to Monica.
Then she pulled her nipple away from my mouth and kissed me. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and ran it over my tongue and teeth and the roof of my mouth.
After that, she put her tongue into my ear and I got all tingly inside. Her lips then moved down my neck and onto my shoulders.
It was glorious.
Monica lay down beside me on the bed and pressed her body against mine. She was so warm. It felt nice to be close to her.
She told me that she was going to teach me how to make love to a woman. I asked her if it wasn't wrong for two girls to make love.
She said that I would understand after enough men had broken my heart.
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I had to terminate my interview with little Julie at this point as the time allotted for each of my patients was running out. From what we had discussed, it was clear to me that she would experience a great deal of trouble relating to men later in life after having had this experience with the obviously homosexual governess. I scheduled Julie for a second appointment the next week.
INTERVIEW TWO
Julie showed up on time for her second session with me. She seemed quite happy and desirous of continuing her story where she had left off. She did tell me that her mother had caught her masturbating again, which had caused her some stress during the week.
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If I'm not mistaken, doctor, last week I was beginning to tell you about when Monica was teaching me how to make love to her.
She was pressing her body against mine, and I felt like I was melting right into her. She was so kind and gentle and it really was nice to be in the same bed together.
Monica massaged my titties and also was kissing me with her tongue in my mouth. She pressed her pussy against mine and I felt thrills shooting all over me.
She told me that she wanted me to kiss her on the cunt. I figured that since she had done it to me, it was only right that I returned the wonderful favor.
I knelt down between her lush thighs and pushed my lips to her vagina. It was so hot and wet. I really got excited to realize that I turned her on.
I found her clitoris and began sucking on it. That really made her happy. She started groaning and moaning and pulled her legs up in the air so that her vagina was completely exposed to my mouth.
She told me that I was doing fine.
I began to stick my tongue inside her hole, and it really felt nice on my tongue.
She wrapped her legs around my neck and pushed my head down against her. Monica wriggled and squirmed and I knew I was touching her in all the right places.
My hands reached up and began squeezing on her tits. She sighed with pleasure and told me I was a natural lover.
I was so proud of myself.
I could tell that I was going to make her come, because she was groaning really loudly. She yelled at me to stick my finger into her asshole.
I felt strange doing it, but I wanted to make her happy and so I stuck it in very far. I was surprised how easily the muscles around her asshole relaxed. My finger slid in so gently.
Her ass gripped my finger once it was inside. I knew that she liked it, so I kept my finger in her ass while I sucked on her clitoris and squeezed her tit with my free hand.
She was jumping about on the bed and moaning and groaning. And then she came.
She started screaming things in German and I was afraid that the entire neighborhood would be awakened by a loud German voice.
She kept coming and coming. I was jealous because I only came once.
After she had about five orgasms, she released her legs from around my neck and we kissed for a long time.
I asked her if she didn't want me to brush my teeth since I had her cunt juices all over my lips and inside my mouth. But, she told me that she liked to taste her own juices.
She sure is a sexy lady.
After we had kissed for awhile, Monica asked me if I wanted to learn how to fuck.
I told her that I didn't think it was possible for two women to fuck. She only laughed at me and told me that she would show me how.
She got out of bed and went down to her room. After a few minutes she came back with this funny looking rubber thing.
I asked her what it was, and she told me that it was a dildo especially designed for two women to fuck each other with.
She held it up in front of my face and explained to me how it works. You see, it is shaped like two cocks connected to each other in the middle. It was so funny looking, doctor. Can you imagine seeing two cocks joined together like that?
Anyways, she said that she would but one end inside my pussy and then she would put the other side in her own vagina. That way we could fuck each other simultaneously.
I told her that I had learned in school that a girl who has never been fucked before has a hymen. And that it hurts a lot when it is broken.
Monica told me that she would be very gentle with me when she stuck the dildo inside of me. I decided to let her try.
Actually, she was so excited that I figured if I didn't let her, she would do it anyways.
Monica made me lay on the bed with my legs spread very wide. She pushed the tip of the dildo up against the opening of my cunt. "Oh, it hurts," I told her, but she didn't care. She kept pushing it in harder and harder.
It was so big, doctor. It felt like a giant zucchini was being rammed up me. I cried out in pain, but that didn't stop her at all.
Sharp pains were shooting all over my body. I begged her to stop, but she just said that it would have to happen sooner or later and that it might as well happen now.
Suddenly, I felt the hard rubber dildo tear through my hymen. It was just terrible. Blood came out of my vagina and went all over the sheets.
I told her that we would have to wash them before my parents got back from South America or they would ask all sorts of embarrassing questions.
It hurt terribly, but that didn't stop Monica from jamming the dildo in and out of my pussy. At last it started to feel good. I felt the hard rubber object sliding against the inside of my pussy and a warm feeling went all over my body.
Monica stuck the other end of the dildo inside her own pussy, and she began to fuck me.
She was kissing me passionately on the mouth while we fucked and we were both moaning and groaning. It sure did feel good. I could tell Monica liked it as well.
She was really pumping fast and furiously and I knew it was just a matter of time before we both had orgasms.
She grabbed me by the hair, and jammed the dildo down very deep inside of me and she just stopped moving. She starred at me with an odd look in her eyes and then she began to scream all sorts of things in German.
She was coming.
I guess her excitement got to me, because I started to come as well. It was so nice with the both of us coming at the same time. It was just a total release of all my tension.
After we had finished with our orgasms, Monica pulled the dildo out of my pussy and we just remained in each other's arms kissing and caressing until I could tell that Monica was horny again.
She asked me if I would like to be fucked in the ass. I told her that I was afraid it would hurt.
Monica said that she would be gentle, and without waiting for me to answer, she rolled , me over on my stomach and started kissing me on the asshole.
I was so embarrassed to have her kissing me on the ass. I was afraid that maybe I hadn't washed properly and that she would be offended. But, she didn't say anything. She just kept kissing my ass.
Then, I felt something very strange. It was her tongue going into my asshole. It did feel very nice. It was so warm and wet. I got chills all over.
Before I knew what was happening, Monica was jamming the dildo up my ass. It hurt terribly as she forced the hard rubber object deep into me.
I protested, but she persisted.
She told me to relax and enjoy myself, because I was going to get it up the ass whether I wanted it or not.
I tried to relax, really I did, but it was such a big thing to be going inside my little asshole.
I shut my eyes and concentrated.
Finally the huge thing was inside of me, and Monica put the other end in her pussy and began fucking me with it. She reached under me and began rubbing my clitoris and it didn't take long before I felt very hot and wonderful.
It actually started feeling good to have the dildo in my ass. She fucked me real hard with long, deep strokes. She rubbed my clit furiously and I began to feel the walls of my ass open and close on the rubber cock.
I had an orgasm that felt so nice, doctor. I decided that I really did enjoy being fucked in the ass almost as much as being fucked in my pussy.
When we were finished, Monica turned the dildo around and put the side that was in her cunt inside my pussy and she told me that she wanted me to fuck her in the ass.
I must admit, it gave me a lot of pleasure to ram the dildo inside her asshole. She didn't seem to mind at all. I guess she is used to it.
Once the dildo was inside of her, I stuck the other end in my pussy and fucked the shit out of her.
She squirmed and squealed and kept yelling "eeck, eeck!"
I knew I was really getting to her.
I wanted to please her and so I stuck my hand under her and began rubbing her clit just like she had done to me. She began coming right away.
She told me that she loved the way I fucked her, and that we would have to fuck a lot.
I told her that I would be afraid to mess around with her when my parent were in town. She said that it would probably be best if we did stay away and not let on when my folks were home, because they surely wouldn't understand our relationship at all. Parents are like that, doctor.
It was really frustrating, because my parents came home the next weekend and Monica and I would have to sneak kisses in the hall or in the kitchen.
That's when I started to masturbate.
I would take copies of my father's girlie magazines and take them to bed with me at night.
I think the girls who pose without any clothes on in those magazines are very sexy. I like looking at their naked bodies. I especially like the ones with big tits. They remind me of Monica.
Usually, I would fondle my tits and rub my clitoris while I looked at the pictures. It also felt nice to stick my finger in my pussy while I started to come.
It was so nice having orgasms, that I got in the habit of masturbating every night before I went to sleep.
One night I took a salami from the refrigerator to bed with me and I was fucking myself with it when my mother walked in.
She was so shocked. She started yelling at me and calling me a little slut and a whore. I was so embarrassed, doctor.
My mother made me promise not to play with myself anymore, and I promised, even though I knew that I could never stop.
I guess I am addicted to the feel of my own hot little cunt in my hand. There is nothing like an orgasm after school to help me relax.
That weekend, my parents went out to a party, and Monica and I decided to mess around.
We went into her room and took off all our clothes. We kissed and hugged and touched each other all over.
We ate each other's pussies and both had wonderful orgasms.
Then she said she wanted to show me the way that German women make love to each other.
She pulled a locked suit case out from under her bed and opened it up. Inside were all sorts of strange clothes and objects.
Monica put on a black uniform, which she said belonged to her aunt. She said it was a Waffen SS uniform that women guards wore at the German concentration camps during World War II.
She looked very cute in it. There were stripes and swastikas and colorful emblems on the uniform. She then pulled a little black whip out of the suit case and told me that she was going to give me a spanking.
I told her that I didn't want to be spanked, but she said that she really wouldn't hurt me; that she would be very gentle.
Actually, I enjoyed the way she whipped me. She put vaseline all over my ass so that the whip wouldn't leave any marks, and she spanked me with it for a long time. She actually came while she whipped me. Can you imagine that?
After she finished whipping me, she ate my pussy and I had a glorious orgasm.
Then, she put the handle of the whip up my ass and fucked me with it until I came. It was the first time that I ever came without having my clitoris touched.
That night I took a lipstick from my mother's dressing table and painted swastikas on both my arms and I was holding up a picture of Adolf Hitler and masturbating when my mother walked in on me.
She said that I was a dirty little perverted slut and that she didn't want any pictures of Hitler in the house. She said that he was an inhuman son of the devil and that she was outraged to have any memory of his existence around her. I thought that it would be all right to have his picture in my room since Monica had an entire suit case full of them. But, I didn't say anything. The next day my mother called you and made an appointment for me.
She told me not to tell you anything about the Hitler business because she was ashamed of me. She asked if Monica had anything to do with it, but I said no. She believed me, thank God.
CONCLUSION
It was clear to me that young Julie had fallen under the spell of a hardened lesbian. All indications pointed to the beginnings of a very serious psychological problem for this thirteen-year-old girl. I am a bit disturbed by the extent that she has become dependent upon the German governess for affection and sexual tenderness. I have referred the young lady to a therapist who specializes in teenage homosexuality. The prognosis is good in this situation, and hopefully, Julie will be able to someday enjoy a heterosexual relationship.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Pamela M.
AGE: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Pamela, a cute dark-haired girl, was brought to my office by her mother. The mother was concerned that Pamela was experiencing some serious psychological problems. She had tried to come to an understanding of her daughter's problem, but Pamela refused to discuss it with her. Pamela did seem to be deeply disturbed by something, but she apparently didn't want to discuss it in her mother's presence. The following is a taped transcript of our first meeting.
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Oh, doctor, I am so happy to have someone to talk to about what has been going on. I know my mother has been very upset because I have been acting strangely, but I just couldn't tell her the truth. I really don't think she could handle it.
You see, my father died many years ago and so my mother dates quite a bit. She wants to be a good mother and so even though I am fourteen-years-old, she always gets a baby sitter for me when she goes out at night.
Well, a few weeks ago, she went out and got this new baby sitter named Roselie. Roselie goes to college and she is really beautiful.
I liked the idea of having an older girl for a friend and so I was very nice to her. I asked her to show me how to put on make-up and how to walk sexy and things like that.
It's very important to me to be beautiful and sexy. I would like to be just like Roselie when I get older. She is so beautiful. She has curly brown hair and the most beautiful blue eyes you would ever want to see. She has a lovely figure, with perfectly shaped tits and a nice firm ass. Gee, she is cute.
Anyways, she told me that I really didn't need to worry about using make-up or acting sexy because I am a natural beauty. That sure made me feel good.
Roselie told me that she had a boyfriend named John who is a school teacher. She told me that she really loves him and wondered if it would be all right if he came over. I told her that I wouldn't tell my parents.
She called him and about an hour later he came over. He really is good looking and I was sort of jealous that Roselie had such a nice friend and I was all alone.
They talked with me for awhile and then went into my parents' bedroom and closed the door.
I just sat and watched television for awhile but I got bored.
So, I crept up to the door of the bedroom and listened through the door to see if I could hear what they were doing.
I heard the sound of kissing and moaning and groaning and I knew that they were messing around.
I guess I leaned too hard on the door, because it flew open and I fell inside the room.
I was so embarrassed. They were on the bed and they didn't have any clothes on. Roselie's mouth was on John's cock. He sure had a big cock. I had never seen anything like this before.
They laughed and told me not to be embarrassed.
I apologized for barging in on them the way I had, but they said it was all right.
They told me to take off my clothes and join them.
Now, doctor, I want you to understand that I have never messed around before in my life. But, I just couldn't help it. It seemed like they were having such a wonderful time, that I just wanted to join in the festivities.
I took off my clothes, and John said that I had a very nice body. He said my tits were just the right size and that he loved all the curly black hair on my cunt.
In my opinion, Roselie's pussy is much nicer than mine. She has light brown-colored hair all over her pussy and her tits are big and firm. But, nevertheless, I was pleased that they complimented me.
They told me to get on the bed with them. I hesitated, but they coaxed me and so I did.
They didn't even give me a chance to relax. Roselie started kissing me on the mouth, and John rubbed my tits. It sure felt good to be getting so much attention.
Roselie's tongue felt so good in my mouth and John sure knew how to rub tits. God, were they nice to me.
John started sucking on my tits, and my nipples got real hard. I was going crazy, doctor. I could hardly control myself.
John put his hand on my pussy, and I told him that he had better stop. You see, doctor, I am a virgin, and I promised my mother that I wouldn't mess around with boys until I was at least engaged.
They told me that I was silly and that all the girls mess around. They said that if I wanted to be popular, I would have to start being more cooperative.
I really like John and Roselie, and want them to like me. I guess that's why I let them go all the way with me.
They really didn't have any hang-ups that night. Roselie was squatting over my face and her soaking, steamy snatch was pushing against my mouth.
She told me to stick my tongue inside her and so I did. She tasted good. I ran my tongue all over the inside of her hole and flicked it against her clitoris. She really liked that, because she started to moan and groan.
It pleased me to please her.
In the meantime, John was busy sucking out my own hot cunt juices. His tongue felt so good inside me, doctor. I was moaning and groaning just like Roselie.
And then Roselie pushed her pussy down on my face and started to come. She squirmed and squealed and I was so proud of myself for giving her pleasure.
She slid off my face and began kissing me. I was surprised that she wasn't offended by the taste of her cunt on my mouth. But, I guess that since it was her own juices that it didn't matter.
In the meantime, John kept ramming his tongue in and out of my snatch. It did feel glorious. I just can't get over how nice it is to be properly eaten.
I began to come, and I just couldn't stop. It was marvelous. Hot flashes of joy shot through my body and I felt a wonderful release of sexual tension all over.
John kept kissing me all over the pussy and on my thighs. With his finger, he kept pushing up against my hymen and I was afraid that I would feel him pierce me any second.
But before that could happen, he started sticking his finger into my asshole. God, did that hurt. I have never before felt such pain as his finger caused me as it jammed into my tiny asshole.
I pleaded for him to stop, but he wouldn't.
Before I knew what was going on, he was between my thighs and his massive hard cock was pushed right up against my cherry. Roselie held me down with her arms and sucked on my erect nipples while John pushed the head of his cock up against my cherry.
Oh, it hurt so much. I tried to pull away, but they were too strong for me.
At last, he broke through and a sharp pain shot through my body as blood gushed out of my newly deflowered snatch.
It didn't take long for the pain to subside, however. Soon, I enjoyed the feel of his hard cock rammed deeply inside of me. He was gigantic, but still I managed to take him in.
Roselie continued to squeeze my tits while John pumped my cunt with his enormous organ.
I could tell that something was going to happen, because John started moaning and groaning very loudly.
And then it happened. John came inside of me. I could feel his hot come shooting deep into my snatch. It felt good. I actually was sad when he finished coming, and pulled his cock out of me.
I was surprised how much I enjoyed being fucked. For so many years I had been afraid of the eventual reality of being fucked. And now, I had finished with my first fuck and it was glorious.
I wanted so much to come. I asked John if he would make me come, but Roselie said that she wanted to do it. She said that because she is a woman, she has a better understanding of what it takes to make another woman happy.
Before I knew what was happening, Roselie was between my legs sucking on my cunt. It was nice. Her mouth was so gentle and sweet. Her tongue slid in and out of my cunt with great dexterity and she flicked her tongue every now and then against my swollen little clit.
I liked it when she touched my clit with her tongue and I told her. Then, she began sucking on it. That was wonderful. She took it in her mouth and sucked it so hard that I thought I was going to lose my mind.
In the meantime, John hovered over me and he had his cock between my tits. With his hands, he pushed my tits together so that they completely surrounded his hot piece of meat. He then jammed his cock back and forth between my tits. It was a strange sensation, and I liked it very much.
I never realized before how useful a pair of tits could be. I was pleased that he was deriving great pleasure from fucking me between the tits.
John then lowered his ass to my face and his asshole was pressed directly to my mouth. At first I was sickened by the thought of this.
I thought it was an unnatural act, but he insisted. He told me to stick my tongue up his ass. I decided that since I had done all these other things, that it would be silly of me not to comply.
When I put my tongue inside his asshole, John really got excited. Actually, it didn't taste bad at all. He is a very clean boy.
John was so excited about having my tongue in his ass and he really started to fuck me hard between the tits. My little breasts were really feeling good with the heat of his hard cock between them.
Rosalie was sucking my clit so nicely. It seemed like all of us were having a great time together.
I could feel this wonderful sensation deep inside my pussy. It felt like a little cramp inside my clit, and it started getting stronger and stronger.
Soon, my entire body was shaking with pre-orgasmic frenzy and I knew something big was about to happen. And it did.
My orgasm started inside my clit, and soon my entire body had joined the rhythm of the joyful release. My toes curled and my hair stood on end. I was completely lost in the glory of the orgasm.
Just as my own orgasm began to subside, John's began. I continued to suck and lick his asshole while he shot a load of hot come up between my tits.
His sperm went shooting all over my face and hair and onto the pillow. I knew that we would have to clean up the whole mess before my parents got home.
There was blood all over the sheets from when my cherry broke and come was smeared all over the bed.
We all got in the shower together and cleaned each other off and then we stripped the bed and washed and dried the sheets and pillow cases.
We had just finished making the bed and sat down before the television set when my mother walked in. That sure was a close call. I didn't know how she would have reacted if she caught us getting it on.
All week I couldn't stop thinking about John and Roselie and how much fun we had. My mom kept asking me what was wrong. She could tell my mind was far off. Maybe that's why she called you doctor.
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At this juncture I had to terminate my interview with Pamela as the time that I had scheduled for her appointment had elapsed. I told her I wanted to see her the following week. It seemed to me that she was certainly overwhelmed by the sexual encounter she had with the older couple. Yet, I am not certain at this point whether the situation was traumatic enough to her psyche to cause a permanent psychological dilemma.
INTERVIEW TWO
Pamela returned to my office the following week in a seemingly much better frame of mind. She was smiling and told me that she and her mother had a nice chat, and although Pamela did not disclose her relationship with Roselie and John, she said that her mother accepted that Pamela was growing up and beginning to think about sex. Indeed, Pamela had turned into quite a sexually aggressive young lady during the preceding week.
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I feel much better this week, doctor. My mother wanted to know everything I told you, but I just said that we discussed my maturity. I told her that the reason I have been keeping to myself is because I have been thinking about sex.
At first she was horrified, but I explained to her that sex was just a natural thing that every girl my age thinks about. I told her that I knew she messed around when she was out on dates, and that it was absurd for her to treat me like some sort of nun.
It took her awhile to come around to my way of thinking, but eventually I convinced her.
Last weekend she planned to go away sailing with her new boyfriend, and I had to stay home. I tried to get a hold of Roselie and John to stay over, but they were also going away for the weekend.
My mom said it would be all right if a couple of my girlfriends came over to keep me company over the weekend. If only mom had known how much company I would have to deal with.
I called Cindy and Beth, two good friends of mine from school. They are beautiful girls and secretly I was hoping that we could mess around with each other.
Cindy and Beth are both cheer leaders at school and they are very popular. I was surprised when they said they would like to come over. I guess that since we have a swimming pool they might have been more interested in that than me, but what the hell!
It promised to be a sunny weekend, and I thought we could all have a lot of fun.
Cindy is very tall and blonde and has a lovely figure. She is terribly popular with the boys.
Beth is dark, like me, and she has the most gorgeous tits you would ever want to see.
I had never seen them without clothes before, but I had an idea about how I was going to seduce them.
When they came by on Saturday morning, I said that since it was such a lovely day, that we should all go for a swim. I said that we shouldn't bother with swim suits because no one was around and we could get really nice tans all over.
They agreed it was a good idea, and I really enjoyed watching them get undressed.
Cindy looked so delicious. She has really blonde hair, with blonde pubes and long, slender legs. Her breasts are like two ripe melons. I really looked forward to sucking on them. Beth is about the same size as me. Her tits aren't as big as Cindy's, but they sure are pretty. They just sit on her chest like cup cakes, begging to be nibbled. Her pubic hair is so black and shiny. Oh, my, wag I excited about swimming around with them without any suits on.
After we were all in the water, I suggested that we see if we could build a human pyramid by all standing on each other's shoulders. I saw it done once at the circus. I really didn't think we could do it, but it would give me a chance to touch their lovely bodies.
They thought it was a great idea, and so, I told Cindy to get on my shoulders. She rubbed her tits against mine while she tried to pull herself up, and her pussy touched my arm. I was so turned on!
Then Beth tried to climb up on me. Her tits were pushed against my back and she had one foot on my thigh as she climbed. Her pussy rubbed along my back.
I could feel my cunt getting really hot.
All of a sudden, we all toppled into the water, and came up clutching each other and laughing.
Without thought of consequences, I pushed my lips against Beth's. I was surprised that she didn't pull away. Instead, she stuck her tongue into my mouth.
Cindy reached under the water and rubbed my cunt. I was shocked.
Then they told me that they had been lovers for over a year and that they wanted to mess around with me for a long time, and were thrilled to find out that I was interested.
We all dried off and went into my mother's bedroom.
We all hugged and kissed for a long time and then Beth started to eat Cindy's cunt.
I was jealous because I wanted to get involved.
I got up behind Beth, whose ass was held high up in the air, and started tonguing out her cunt and asshole. She really liked that.
We all continued to lick and suck each other until Cindy reached her orgasm, and then Beth lay down on her back and I started eating her cunt while Cindy got behind me and sucked on my clit.
These girls were really experienced with other girls. I knew right away that I was in for a treat.
Cindy's tongue felt so good on my clit. She nibbled it with her teeth and sucked on it like it was a little cock. I felt hot flashes shooting all over me.
Beth must have really liked the way I sucked her. I was rubbing her tits and sucking on her cunt with all my ability. She was bucking and writhing around on the bed and I thought she was going to explode with excitement.
She sure acted sensuous.
I stuck a finger up her ass and she groaned with approval. And then she came. You just wouldn't believe how much she enjoyed her orgasm. She shook all over and pressed her cunt down on my mouth. I was so happy that I made her feel good.
I didn't have much time to rest on my laurels, however, as Cindy's tongue was about to send me off into orgasmic bliss.
She darted it rapidly in and out of my pussy, and nibbled on my clit.
Occasionally, she would stuff my ass with her finger, which practically made me jump off the bed. It sure feels nice to have something in my ass.
Her tongue worked faster and faster and I felt the most wonderful orgasm begin to explode inside me.
It started in my little clit, and began flooding through my body. Oh, it was so fantastic to feel my climax unfold.
My body totally relaxed as wave after wave of orgasm shook my entire being. I was lost in the beauty of the moment as Cindy's tongue relaxed and we all collapsed together in blissful harmony.
After about an hour, Cindy went outside and brought back her purse. I was wondering what she was doing. The answer was forthcoming. Out of her purse she pulled two dildos.
They were made out of hard rubber. One was shaped like an ordinary cock, while the other one was a double ended number. It was like two cocks attached together in the middle.
I told them that I had never used a dildo before, they only laughed and said it was easy to learn.
They had me lay on my back and spread my legs. Cindy got on top of me and inserted one end of the double-ended dildo inside my pussy, and the other end into her snatch.
Beth in the meantime, strapped the single dildo on over her cunt with the use of several leather straps that hung from it. She shoved it up Cindy's ass.
Cindy groaned as the dildo plunged into her rectum.
It was interesting, because every time that Beth impaled Cindy's ass with the dildo, Cindy would thrust herself down on me with our double-ended dildo. It was terribly exciting.
We all continued to fuck like this for a very long time. Finally, I felt a new orgasm begin to build inside of me.
Flashes of pleasure shot through me, and I thought I would go crazy with the intensity of the orgasm.
As Cindy continued to thrust her pelvis down on mine, I reached up and began squeezing her tits.
They became very hot and full, and her nipples became erect.
I placed one nipple in my mouth, and then the other. They tasted so good, doctor. It was like being a baby again and sucking on my mother's tit.
Cindy must have liked it, too, because she sure groaned a lot and thrust the dildo deeper and deeper into my cunt.
I hovered on the brink of orgasm for a long time.
In the meantime, Beth continued to ream out Cindy's asshole with the other dildo. Poor Cindy, I was really worried about all the fucking that she was being subjected to. But, apparently she liked it.
The tip of the dildo that Beth was fucking Cindy with must have been rubbing against Beth's clit as she fucked Cindy in the ass, because I could hear Beth really moaning and groaning.
I was hoping that we would all come at the same time, and we did.
It was wonderful as the hot thrills of orgasm racked all of our young bodies at the same time. We all stopped fucking each other and just shoved the dildos in as far as they would go.
We remained frozen in this deep ecstatic pleasure for quite some time, moaning, groaning and screaming with delight.
Then, we pulled the dildos out and just fell into a restful slumber.
We awoke early that night and we were all quite hungry. We decided to eat each other for supper. I don't mean that we were cannibals, doctor.
We went out to the refrigerator and took out some fresh straw berries and whipped cream and from a shelf we took down a large jar of honey.
We went out into the backyard and laid down beside the pool. We took turns shoving the fruit up each other's asses and cunts, and then Cindy pushed the nozzle of the whipped cream container up all of our asses and cunts and filled us up with whipped cream. Cindy even squirted a little in my mouth.
It tasted good.
Then we had supper. Cindy began eating the fruit and whipped cream out of my cunt and asshole and Beth squatted over my face and I began to suck out her orifices.
It felt so good as Cindy scooped the fruit and cream out of my cunt. I felt giddy all over hearing her munch on the fruit and slurping up the whipped cream that had been inside of me.
She looked up at me between my legs and smiled as she ate. A syrupy mixture of half digested strawberries and whipped cream trickled out of her mouth. I smiled because it looked funny.
But I must have looked just as funny as I sucked the contents out of Beth's cunt and asshole.
It was really a delicious treat. After I finished with Beth, and Cindy finished with me, we took turns eating our dinner out of Cindy.
Afterwards, Cindy said it wasn't fair because both Beth and I got to eat twice, while she only got to eat once.
I volunteered to have a cupful of honey poured up my ass and a tablespoon up my cunt. Cindy said she really looked forward to eating me, because she was quite fond of honey. She explained that honey is very healthy.
Her tongue curled and worked like a spoon as it slid into my ass and cunt and scooped out all the delicious contents.
CONCLUSION
I had to finish up the interview with Pamela at this point as my next patient had arrived. I must admit that I was quite surprised to learn the extent to which this attractive young girl was willing to go to satisfy her hunger for sexual thrills. She truly is an adventurous girl. I advised her to continue her exploration of new methods of sexual amusement. I see no reason for her to continue seeing a therapist, and so this case is now closed.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Rachel R.
AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Rachel was brought to me by her father. He phoned last week and was quite upset as he thought that his young daughter was experiencing a great deal of psychological strife. He told me that Rachel, who is a remarkably beautiful but shy young lady, refused to discuss her problem with him. The father had taken her out of the St. Maria's Convent School, where boarded, because of the severity of her problem.
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Doctor, thank you for being so kind to me. I was really afraid that you were going to be serious and judgmental. It's so nice that you are treating me just like a friend. That's how it was with Sister Ruth and myself.
I just don't know where to start, doctor. You see I have been going to the convent school for the last three years. When my mother died last year, my father decided that I should board there as it would be too difficult to raise me by himself. You see, he is a very busy man. He has his own hardware shop, and he makes a lot of money.
He's always at the store. He never has time for me.
When my mother died, I was so upset. I cried for weeks. We had always been very close. She said that she was just like me when she was a little girl.
Sister Ruth was so understanding and kind to me. I was always afraid of the nuns at the school before I met her. She came to St. Maria's just around the time that I became a permanent resident.
I thought it was an odd coincidence.
Sister Ruth was the only young nun at the school. She had only recently taken her orders in Quebec. She was my Religion and French teacher.
I could tell she was beautiful even underneath her habit. I guess it was her face. Her skin is so creamy and smooth; just like Wonderbread. You know, that soft white bread that mothers who don't know about whole grains and vitamins, always make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with.
Anyways, her eyes are so blue. When I first saw her I thought that she wasn't a real nun at all. She looked like a beautiful movie star who was just playing the role of a nun.
When she talked to me, I thought she was an angel sent from heaven to help me get over my mother's death. Her voice was so soft and understanding. I felt hypnotized when she spoke with me.
When classes were finished for the day, I would talk with her for many hours in the school chapel. Most of the other girls were listening to music and dancing in the leisure room.
The leisure room was the idea of the priests. They felt that we should all learn how to dance so that when we go back in to society, those of us who haven't become nuns will be popular with the boys.
I really don't care about the leisure room. The girls always act so snotty and they play terrible music. I like soft, moody music. They are always playing really loud stuff that gives me a headache.
The girls always play this stupid game where one of them pretends she is a boy. They go so far as to call them Bill or John or Eric; you know? Isn't that stupid. They say it is because they want to be used to the idea of boys for when they leave the convent. I think they are insane.
Anyways, I much preferred talking to Sister Ruth. We would talk about religion. Sometimes we would speak to each other in French. French is such a romantic language. I would like to speak French and listen to soft music for the rest of my life. I wouldn't need to do anything else. I guess you think I am an old fashioned girl. Go ahead and say it. My father always tells me that. He says my mother was just like me.
Sister Ruth told me that I shouldn't take religion too seriously. She said that only priests and nuns should take religion literally. You know, about sex and things like that.
I asked her if it was difficult to be a nun. I wanted to know about taking a vow as strong as chastity. She told me it was very difficult and that sometimes she wondered if it wasn't a mistake.
She said that she often was lonely and longed for the touch of a soft hand on her body. I told her I understood because my mother always used to give me a massage. It sure is nice to be touched.
We really liked talking to each other and Sister Ruth asked me to join her for a walk in the country on the coming Saturday.
I was so excited all week long thinking about the walk with Sister Ruth. When Saturday finally arrived, we packed a lunch and walked out into the fields in back of the school. There is a small river there, and we sat beneath a tree beside the water to talk.
She asked me if I had ever messed around with any of the girls at school. I told her that I knew that some of the girls did play around with each other at night, but that I considered it a sin.
Sister Ruth told me that showing affection could never be a sin in the eyes of the Lord. She said that the people who wrote the Bible were very moralistic. In our modern day and age, a whole different set of morals exists.
She said that one day she hoped that religions would ease their silly restrictions about love and sex.
I asked her if she ever cheated on her vow of chastity. She said that she did once. She said that it happened when she was in the convent in Canada.
Sister Ruth told me she had an affair with another nun named Sister Mercy. They were both very much in love with each other, and Sister Ruth was very sad when they took their vows and were separated. Sister Mercy went to a poor parish in Mexico. They still write.
Sister Ruth asked me if it would be all right if she kissed me. I thought she meant just on the cheek, and I was really surprised when her lips pushed against mine.
I tried to pull away, but she kept kissing me. Her tongue went into my mouth and she started rubbing my tits underneath my school uniform. I was so embarrassed.
When I finally did manage to pull away from her, I told her that what she did was blasphemous.
Sister Ruth told me that I was being silly. She asked me if I ever wondered what she looked like under all the things that went to make up her habit.
I had to admit that I did.
I was sure surprised when she stood up and pulled off her bonnet. Her hair was dark and very short. She looked sort of boyish. When she slid her black dress over her head, after removing her collar, I saw her little tits. They were cute, just like little girl's tits. She pulled off her slip and I was shocked to realize that she wasn't wearing any underwear.
The hair on her pussy was all shaved off and she looked just like a young girl standing before me. She has a lovely figure. I guess I sort of got turned on by her boyish figure. I pretended that she was a boy in my imagination.
I asked her if nuns don't wear underwear, and she replied that usually they wear bloomers. She preferred to wear none as she liked to feel air circulating up her pussy.
She said that she wanted to see what I looked like without any clothes on. I thought that it would only be fair for me to take my clothes off since she had stripped before me.
I unbuttoned my white blouse and took it off. I had a hard time undoing the snaps on my bra, so she helped me. When the bra came away from my chest, my big tits flopped out.
Sister Ruth said that she loved my big tits. She started to rub them softly and it felt very nice. My tits got very firm and stuck straight out.
I guess that meant I was getting turned on. My nipples grew very hard.
Sister Ruth sucked on my tits while I slipped out of my pleated skirt. I was wearing white satin bikini panties, which I like more than any of my other panties. I always felt so pure and clean wearing them. I guess it was because they are white.
Sister Ruth put her hand on my crotch and pressed firmly down on my pubes. I felt warm and tingly inside.
I wanted to be nice to her also, so I put my hand on her smooth pussy. She really liked that. I could tell because she pressed her pussy firmly against my hand.
I could feel that she was wet inside.
My pussy was getting wet too. She put a finger inside of me and started moving it in and out of me very slowly. I could hardly contain myself.
We sank to our knees in the soft grass beside the river and kissed while we pushed our tits together and continued to rub each other's pussies.
Then, I began sucking on her hard little nipples.
She told me I was a little saint for making her feel good. Then she pulled me down to the grass and pressed her lips against my pussy. I felt chills all over when she did that.
She is such a gentle woman. She kissed me gently on the pussy and then started licking me with her tongue. It felt good and warm as her tongue traced the outline of my cunt and explored my little hole.
Then, she began flicking her tongue against my clitoris, and I got so hot, doctor. I could hardly contain myself.
After awhile, I began to feel a strange sensation deep inside my pussy. It felt like a little ball of fire beginning to glow. I moaned and groaned as it grew hotter and hotter. I could barely contain myself.
Her fingers were gently sliding up and down the inside of my thighs as she sucked on my clit. My whole pussy was throbbing with expectant orgasm as my climax arrived.
It was the first climax I ever had, but I can assure you it wasn't my last. I held on to Sister Ruth with all my strength while my body was tossed about in the throes of pleasure and lust.
After my orgasm had faded away, we kissed and held each other tightly as we lay in the grass. My heart opened to my new friend and I found myself falling deeply in love with her.
She rolled over on her back and asked me if I would eat her pussy just like she had eaten mine. I felt so strange about it. It was one thing to let her play around with me, but doctor, she is a nun. I didn't want to commit the sacrilege of becoming sexually involved with her.
I think she sensed my dilemma and she was most understanding. We talked for awhile about it.
She said that just because she was a nun, that it was no reason for me to feel a sense of distance from her.
I told her that I wanted to be close to her, but that it was all too strange.
First of all, she is a woman, and secondly, she is a nun. Do you know what that means, doctor?
The whole situation flew in the face of all moral decency. I struggled with my conflict for quite some time out there in the fields. She tried to help me cope with the situation but I struggled.
I told her that because as a nun she was symbolically married to God, it was too heavy for me to make love to her. It would be just like making love to God.
She said that it was all the more reason for me to want to make her feel good. She said that to do so would be just like making God feel good.
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I had to terminate the interview with Rachel at this point because the fifty minutes, which I allot for each patient had passed. Rachel was becoming calmer as we spoke, and I suspected that her problem might not be as serious as I first imagined.
Of course, the fact that she not only was suffering from guilt as a result of the homosexual incident, but from a struggle with religion as well, complicated things. This type of struggle between good and evil can sometimes manifest itself in some very serious emotional disturbances. I asked her to return the following week.
INTERVIEW TWO
Rachel returned the next week to my office just on time. She seemed to be feeling better, and I hoped that in the time that had elapsed since I saw her last, she had worked out some of her problems. She continued her story about being seduced by the nun where she had left off. The following is a taped transcript of the second interview.
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I guess that Sister Ruth convinced me that it was a holy act for me to eat her pussy, and so I did.
I must admit that I enjoyed the feel of her smooth pussy against my lips. I rubbed my lips all over the surface of her cunt, down the inside of both thighs and I finished up with a nice kiss on her asshole.
She was really swooning, and I figured it had been a very long time since she had played around.
I asked her if that was so, and she smiled and told me that she hoped I didn't find any cob webs inside of her snatch.
I laughed at her little joke and went back to her pussy. I ran my tongue over the outer lips, and it was fun watching the way the lips would throb and flap around as I stimulated her.
She was so hot and wet. I knew I was doing her good.
I stuck a finger inside her ass and pushed it in and out while my tongue began poking around inside of her. She tasted sort of sour. I slurped up all of her juices and began sucking on her clit.
She really liked that because her clit became very hard in my mouth. I could feel it trembling as I sucked on it.
Sister Ruth pulled her knees of toward her chest so that her entire pussy was exposed to my mouth.
She sure is pink inside.
It really turned me on to see all the hot moist pink flesh that I was tasting. I sort of felt like a cannibal. It was exciting.
Sister Ruth put her hands on my head and rubbed my mouth furiously against her snatch. She was really going crazy with lust and I knew it wouldn't be very long until she came.
I continued sucking on her and then she came. She was yelling out the names of all these different saints while she came. It was a very religious experience to be eating her box while she uttered all the holy names.
When finally she finished coming, she kissed me all over the face to show her appreciation.
We rested for awhile and then we jumped into the water to swim and wash all the sex off us.
Sister Ruth spotted a piece of driftwood beside the river. It must have been washed along the river for a very long time, as it was worn quite smooth. It was laying in a muddied pool beside the river.
It was quite beautiful after it was washed off in the clear river water. There were many interesting shapes, textures and forms hidden within the twists and folds of the smooth piece of wood.
Sister Ruth climbed out of the river with the piece of wood clutched in her hand. She motioned for me to come out of the water as well. I couldn't imagine what she had in mind. We were having a nice time in the water, it seemed such a shame to have to get out.
As I approached her, I noticed that she was carefully studying the piece of wood. She held the piece of wood out before me and I saw the within the grain of the wood was the unmistakable image of Christ on the cross. I don't know whether it was just a fluke or whether it was put there by providence.
Sister Ruth believed the latter. She said that it was an omen for us to find it. She began kissing it and caressing her breasts with it.
I asked her what she thought it could mean, and she told me that it perhaps meant that God was interested in us. She wasn't sure if God was happy or angry about what was going on between us.
Then the nun told me she was going to use the piece of wood to get me off. I asked her what she meant and she replied that since the chunk of driftwood was an omen that she should fuck me with it so that I would be blessed.
She had a wild look in her eyes.
I couldn't understand her logic, but since she is a nun and everything, I figured that she knew what she was talking about.
I was really scared as I lay down on the grass under the tree. Sister Ruth told me to spread my legs and not to jump away she put the piece of wood inside my cunt.
Oh, doctor, it felt so strange. It was smooth and wet inside of me, and I felt religiously exalted. I was afraid that it would completely disappear inside of me and that I would have to go to the doctor to get it taken out.
After a few horrifying minutes, I relaxed and began to enjoy the sensation. It was almost like being fucked by an angel. You know, with the piece of wood that had the image of Christ on it being shoved in and out of me, really was a religious experience. I knew then what Sister Ruth meant about the piece of wood being an omen.
Soon, I experienced the most intense orgasm of my young life. My clitoris simultaneously shook and thundered as the piece of wood was shoved deep inside of me. Sister Ruth pulled the piece of wood out of me and we buried it as thought it was a living creature. Sister Ruth even chanted a few prayers over the grave.
When I looked up at her, I noticed that she was playing around with her Rosary. She was holding it between her legs and sliding it back and forth over the surface of her pussy.
I guess it was touching her clitoris, because she was moaning and groaning and writhing about on the grass.
I didn't think it was right for her to have to make herself feel good all alone, so I took the Rosary away from her and began sliding it over her cunt. God, did she go crazy. I guess it felt nice.
The little wooden beads slid softly over her wet fleshy pussy, and she kept closing her legs on the beads, so that they pushed firmly against her clit.
Then I pushed the beads inside her hole and pulled them out slowly, so that they tickled her insides. She really liked that. Sister Ruth looked at me with a truly holy expression. I felt so good deep inside. In a way, I knew that something very special had happened between us. I only hoped that the heavens wouldn't shake and thunder over our little episode. After all, we were just being human beings.
When I got back to my room, there were two girls waiting for me. They are two of the girls who like to dress up like boys and act real tough. The other girls call them Alex and Teddy.
From what I hear, they are really hot for sex and sneak around looking for sex just like a couple of cats.
Alex asked me where I had been all day. I told her it was none of her business.
They both laughed and told me that they knew I had been down by the river with Sister Ruth.
Teddy asked me if she fucked me. I told a lie. I said that such a thing could never happen because Sister Ruth was very religious.
They laughed and pushed me down on my bed. Alex said that everyone knew that Sister Ruth was a horny little Lesbo.
They said that they were going to fuck me. I was so horrified. I didn't know what to do. Before I knew what was happening, they had stripped my uniform off me and were undressing themselves.
They were just like Sister Ruth. They both had little tits and boyish figures. Alex held me down by the shoulders and started kissing me on the mouth and tits.
Teddy forced my legs apart and put her face against my pussy. She said that my pussy smelled like a fish. I was so embarrassed.
Actually, I was getting quite horny.
Teddy didn't seem to mind and began ramming her hungry tongue deep into my slit. Her fingers jammed inside my ass, and I knew that she wasn't just messing around. She meant business.
Alex was now squatting over my face and beginning to press her wet snatch down on my face. She tasted good. I instinctively began reaming out her cunt with my tongue.
She told me she wanted me to stick my tongue up her ass. I did, and was surprised how warm and good it felt inside her hot little ass. I sure was learning a lot about sex. I was so proud of myself.
My orgasm started burning deep inside of me and I was panting and moaning. I guess it will sound silly to you, but because my mouth was on Teddy's cunt, my moans sort of echoed inside of her. It was nice. It was like hearing two people come at once.
And that's how it turned out, because the ripples of my groans must have felt really good inside of Teddy. She began coming when I did.
She pushed her cunt down really hard against my mouth, so that her clit was pushed firmly against my lips while my tongue was shoved up her cunt.
Alex's mouth was pressed really hard against my cunt. Oh, doctor, you will have to excuse me. In all my excitement I got their names mixed up. Actually, it was Alex who was sitting on my face, and Teddy who was eating my box. Sometimes I get so excited, I just can't keep things straight.
Anyways, both Teddy and I had glorious orgasms together.
Afterwards, we rested awhile and then Teddy said that she wanted to come.
I was really tired, but I knew that I had better cooperate with them because they could really be tough at times.
Alex was on her back on the bed and her legs were spread real far apart. Or was it Teddy. Oh, I am so confused. You will have to excuse me doctor. I just can't keep their names straight in my head.
Perhaps it is because I feel so ashamed of what happened at the convent. Sometimes, I wonder if I am really named Rachel. Oh, life can be so trying at times.
Sometimes I feel like I am a victim of life.
First my mother died, and then I was forced to board at the convent, and then the sexual encounter with Sister Ruth. And Teddy and Alex. Oh, my, it was all just too much.
Anyways, after I ate Teddy's cunt and she had her orgasm, I fell asleep. When I woke up it was very late and I was alone.
I could hear the bell ringing down in the chapel. It was a strange time for the bell to be ringing.
I put on my clothes and ran down to the chapel to see what was happening. I wasn't the only one who ran down there. In fact the whole school was assembled.
It was Sister Ruth. Oh, doctor, she had committed suicide. She tied the rope that the nuns use to ring the bell around her neck, climbed up on a chair and jumped off.
As the bell rang, she was pulled up and down in the air.
She left a note pinned to her habit. It read, "I have sinned against God. It is not right for me to go on being a nun.
Alex and Teddy stared at me with accusation in their eyes. I couldn't help but feel that maybe they were right. It was because of me that Sister Ruth killed herself.
Oh, doctor, I feel so shameful.
But, that wasn't the end of it. A week later, Mother Superior Alice called me into her office.
She told me that she suspected that I had an affair with Sister Ruth. She told me not to feel bad because she had found out from the convent in Quebec that Sister Ruth had an affair with Sister Mercy.
Then the mother superior asked me if I had enjoyed making love with the nun. I felt so strange being asked that by her. She was such a dignified woman. Actually, she wasn't very old; maybe thirty years old at the oldest.
She looked very attractive in her habit. I was wondering if she wanted to seduce me.
Mother Superior Alice must have read my mind, because she came over and stood beside me. She put her hand on my shoulder and told me that I didn't have to make love with her unless I wanted to. She said that she wasn't going to force me into anything that I didn't approve of.
She seemed so kind and understanding. As you can imagine, I was going through pure hell because of all the guilt I felt on account of Sister Ruth.
And besides, all the girls were giving me trouble, calling me terrible names. They said I was a slut and a whore and a dirty little lesbian. No one would sit next to me in class or take their meals with me. I was just an outcast.
I let the mother superior kiss me on the lips. Her lips were moist and I felt good to be close to her. She asked me if I wanted to make love, and I nodded that I did.
Then she left my side and walked to the wall and turned the cross on the wall to the side. Suddenly, the fireplace opened up to reveal a hidden room behind the wall.
We went inside and the fireplace shut closed. Inside, candles illuminated the darkness. I could see that in the center of the room was a huge bed with a purple velvet bed spread. There were racks, and chains and whips handing from the walls.
I knew that I was in for something terrible.
She told me to take off my clothes and get on the bed. She stared at me with lustful eyes while I took off my school uniform.
She smiled and said that I had a cute body. Then she took off her habit. Boy, was she built.
The mother superior had great big tits and a really black furry snatch. Her hair was cropped real short and was very black.
When she got on the bed with me and pressed her cunt against mine, I knew that I was a lesbian for sure. I don't think any man could ever make me feel as good as she did.
She licked my cunt and ate out my asshole and sucked on my tits until I was oblivious to everything but the touch of her body on mine.
I must have had ten orgasms in a row. It was insane.
Then she got up off the bed and took something off the wall. I don't know what it was until she stood again in the candle light. It was a horse whip.
She started to beat me with it and it really hurt. I jumped off the bed and ran around the room, but she followed me. The lashes kept smashing down on my tender skin.
I knew I had to get out of the convent. All the nuns were just too crazy. I knew if I didn't get away I would end up like Sister Ruth.
I grabbed a crucifix off the wall. It must have been the mechanism to open the fireplace, because it opened up. I tried to run through, but the mother superior was blocking my retreat. I smashed the crucifix down on her head and she collapsed. I threw on my clothes and ran. I took a bus home and was crying when my father got home from the hardware store. I wouldn't tell him what happened. I told him I needed to see a psychiatrist.
CONCLUSION
It was quite clear to me following this second interview that Rachel was indeed suffering from an acute anxiety syndrome. The sense of guilt about Sister Ruth's suicide, coupled with her fear of punishment from heaven for her sins, drove her to the brink of madness. This struggle between good and evil in her mind could only find release through intense psychotherapy. I committed Rachel to the University Study Center, and she is showing steady improvement at this time.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Melanie P.
AGE: Twelve
INTERVIEW ONE
Young Melanie was referred to me by her family physician. He told me that the pretty young redhead had been sexually assaulted while on a camping trip with her girl scout troop. Her parents were quite upset about the incident and were considering a law suit. The family physician wanted me to write up a report on Melanie's psychological state for use in court. The following is a tape transcript of my first meeting with the poor young thing.
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Doctor, do I really have to tell the story all over again? I have already told the police, my parents, and Dr. Samson. He is our family doctor.
It all started when my girl scout troop went on a weekend camping trip to Lake Arrowhead. There were twelve of us girls and three scout mothers. Their names were Jane, Susan and Sally. They are all college girls. I guess they are about twenty one years old. They really are pretty.
Jane is a blonde, Susan is a brunette and Sally is a redhead just like me. They are very popular girls, and our troop is really lucky to have them. At least, I used to think so.
This is my first year as a girl scout. Before that I was a Brownie.
I always liked group activities.
The Brownies sure was fun. I was much younger then, of course.
Our brownie brigade, I remember, was number four.
We would kiss and play spin the bottle. It sure was a lot of fun.
Since I have been in the girl scouts, I have, of course, become much more involved with boys. I let a couple of boy scouts see my tits a month ago. One of them even put his hand under my girl scout uniform and felt my pussy. His name is Johnny Jones. He is really advanced for his age.
Our family has always been in scouting. My brother was a boy scout when he was young. His name is Ralph.
Ralph was a life scout, and in a few more months he would have been an eagle scout. But my father made him quit.
You see, his troop's scout leader was named Walter Shmid. He was a German. When he was younger and living in Germany, he was in the Hitler Youth. He said it was just like the boy scouts. Only, instead of giving allegiance to the President of the United States, they gave allegiance to Adolf Hitler.
My father hates the Germans because of what they did to the Jewish people during World War II. He made Ralph quit.
I'm lucky, really, because there aren't any Germans in my girl scout troop. At least I used to think I was lucky.
I had been looking forward to our camping trip for a long time. I went out and bought all this camping equipment with my savings. I got a little tent, a sleeping bag and a cooking set.
I was all ready.
When the day of the camp out arrived, I was dressed in my uniform and I had my equipment neatly stacked on the sidewalk where I stood waiting for the cars to come and pick me up.
You see, Jane, Susan and Sally all used their cars to go through the entire city and pick us girls up. We were like a caravan as we drove up to the lake.
It reminded me of being in the military. We were all wearing our little scout uniforms driving along in a column of three cars. It was like one of those tank columns in the movies. It was so exciting to play this game.
I love playing little games with my mind. It's fun because I always win.
What's that doctor? You think that one day I might lose? Oh, my. You mean I would go mad? Well, what can I say?
Anyways, I was in the car with Jane. She is so pretty with her blonde hair. There were boxes of food on the seat next to me, so I had to sit up close to Jane.
I was playing a little game like I told you. I pretended that I was in the army. I was a new recruit and Jane was this officer in charge of my training.
Maybe that's why I let her do the things that she did to me.
While we were driving along, Jane put her hand on my knee. At first; I didn't think anything about it. But, she started moving her hand up my leg until it disappeared under my skirt.
I was getting very nervous as her hand got close to my pussy. I couldn't figure out what she was doing. She kept smiling at me with big pearly teeth. Her blonde hair blew around in the car. She looked evil, doctor. I guess that's the best way to describe it. She looked very evil.
As we drove along, she kept throwing me these evil glances and moving her fingers slowly up my thigh. Because I was pretending that she was a captain and I was only a new recruit, I didn't feel like I had the right to say anything.
I just sat there on the car seat beside her, frozen with fear. I wished that I hadn't made her a captain. If I had been the captain and she was the recruit, then I could have said something.
So, I just sat there, and her hand got closer and closer to my pussy. I was dying with anticipation.
You know how when you get nervous, saliva forms in your mouth and you almost stop breathing? Well, that's how it was. I just sat there, barely breathing, and saliva was running down my throat and her hand was getting closer and closer to my little pussy.
Finally it was just about to touch me. The hairs on my pussy were standing straight out with excitement. Nervous juice was running out of my hole and her hand was just about to touch me.
Oh, it was dreadful.
She gave me that evil smile and touched my cunt. I almost screamed.
All the girls in the car were chatting away and no one even knew what was going on between Jane and myself.
Her hand was now underneath my panties and her fingers were rubbing my cunt lips. I was starting to get excited. It was so stimulating to be sitting there not uttering a word, having your pussy played with. Jane started going fast and she put her finger inside my cunt. I pressed my thighs together real tightly. I guess it was instinctive.
She asked me in a low voice if I liked what she was doing to me. I nodded. I didn't want to disappoint her; her being a captain and all.
The car was shooting along the highway, and Jane was smiling like a devil woman and fingering my little pussy.
I looked over and saw that she was squeezing one of her tits while she finger fucked me. She sure seemed weird to me. I couldn't figure out why I had made her into a captain since she was so weird.
I'm sure that in the army some really strange people become officers sometimes. So, maybe it isn't so weird.
I told her that I liked it. I would have said anything to keep her happy. She was just so scary with that evil smile. I was starting to get excited from her finger.
She was now pinching my little clitoris, and I could feel my juices beginning to run all over my hand.
She didn't seem to mind. She sort of used it as a lubricant and started shoving her fingers up my little asshole. I was writhing around on the seat and trying to get away from her. But she kept digging anyway.
It really hurt when she put her fingers up my ass. I thought that she was going to kill me. Tears started to come out of my eyes. It wasn't fun playing captain and recruit any more. But, it was too late. I would be embarrassed if any of the girls knew what was going on, so I didn't say anything. I didn't want to lose face.
But, I was losing my asshole, doctor. That's what was happening.
Jane stretched it and pulled it and really hurt my little ass. She was smiling while she did it, and I swear she seemed just like some kind of monster to me. I half expected her to kill me. That's how much she was hurting me.
Thank God, she pulled her fingers out of my ass and started playing with my clit again. She rubbed her thighs together and rubbed my clit and I started to feel real giddy. My body was shaking and I shut my eyes and imagined that I was parachutist.
I had just jumped from the airplane and the wind was rushing past my head. The ground was coming up at me with tremendous speed. The trees that had looked so microscopic when I first jumped, now looked big. I had to remember to open the chute. I tugged and pulled, but it wouldn't open. The trees were getting bigger.
I searched for the rip cord for the emergency chute. I found it. I pulled it. There was a delay.
The chute opened. It was a fantastic orgasm. Jane's finger continued to rub my hard little clit, and I could hardly keep myself from screaming out with pleasure.
I had never imagined that an orgasm could be so nice.
I masturbate sometimes. I guess it's normal for a girl my age. But, my orgasms were never as nice as the one that Jane gave me with her finger while we were driving up to the lake in the car.
I thought I was going to faint.
When I looked up again I saw that Jane was sucking on her fingers. She was eating up all the hot juices that clung to her fingers.
I smiled at her. It was my little way of thanking her for the pleasure she had given me.
She bent down and whispered to me that it would only be fair if I returned the favor.
I felt embarrassed.
But I wanted to please her. I put my hand on her thigh. She smiled and then grabbed my hand and shoved it all the way up her dress.
My God, she wasn't wearing any panties.
Her pussy was all wet, doctor. It was steamy hot and wet. I didn't know what to do. I was so embarrassed. But, I admit that I was also excited.
It was the first time that I had ever felt a full-grown woman's cunt.
It was exactly like mine. Only the hole was a bit bigger than mine. I guess she had more experiences than I. She sure looked pleased while I rubbed her.
She licked her lips and gave me another one of those sickening smiles.
The lips of her cunt opened and closed on my finger. Gee, she really liked it.
While I rubbed her cunt, she started to press her foot down really hard on the accelerator. The car jumped ahead.
We were going too fast. I was frightened. The speedometer read eighty, then ninety and then one hundred. I wanted to scream because I thought she was going to kill us all.
I was frozen, but my finger kept rubbing against her clit. She began to moan and really squeeze her thighs together.
The trees shot by us like bullets. Everything was a blur. And then she came. As the first spasm of orgasm shook her, her foot shot up and away from the accelerator. Thank God, the car began to slow down.
She had creamed all over my hand. She smiled at me and said thank you very much. I didn't think that I had felt the last of her.
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I had to terminate the first interview at this point because the time scheduled for her had elapsed. I told her that I wanted to see her again the following week. At this point I had yet to come across the situation that could possibly warrant a law suit. The girl obviously had enjoyed her experience and I hope to have a better understanding of the problem after her next appointment.
INTERVIEW TWO
Melanie returned to my office as scheduled the following week to continue our interview. In the following tape transcript, you will note that she describes in full the incidents that occurred while camping that led to her mental distress.
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When we got to the lake, it took us all about two hours to set up our camp. Jane was busy talking with Susan and Sally while I put my tent together.
I had a strange feeling they were talking about me.
That night, it was so lovely. The moonlight reflected off the lake and danced on the trees that rimmed the lake. The stars were so bright; much brighter than down in the city.
It was so quiet. And then suddenly I heard a noise. It sounded like the howl of a wolf. I was frightened.
During camping trips when I was a brownie, the brigade leaders would often tell scary stories about werewolves. They said that there really was such a thing as men and women who dabbled with black magic and could turn themselves into all sorts of animals.
I once read a book about werewolves, and the writer said that evil people, who play around with the black arts, turn themselves into animals so that they can attack their victims, without being held responsible.
You know. Like if someone is killed by a wolf, who would believe that it was really some witch or warlock?
I heard once that wolves aren't the only animal form they take. Sometimes they are black cats, or ravens, coyotes, bats and snakes. The wolf kept howling and I was shaking with fear.
I thought I heard a dog running past my tent. But then the flap of my tent was opened and it was Jane. She was standing there without any clothes on. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth as though she had been running.
She told me that she wanted me to come with her to the big tent where the scout leaders were sleeping.
I was so terrified from thinking about werewolves that I went with her without even questioning why.
It was dark as we walked among the trees by the lake, but the moonlight served to illuminate the forms.
A black cat suddenly darted across the path in front of me. It turned and looked at me and seemed to grin at Jane. And then it ran off. Just before we got to the big tent, a bat shot out over our heads and almost hit my head.
It was all just too frightening.
When Jane opened the flap of the big tent, I was surprised to see Susan and Sally standing there as well. Jane had me sit down on one of the three cots. They all stood before me. They looked at me with evil intent.
I don't know what they were thinking about, but I knew it wasn't going to be good for me whatever it was.
Jane told me that she could tell that I was a little sex kitten. I asked her what made her think that, and she told me that she could tell by the way I came so many times in the car earlier that day. She said that they were into sex a lot. They said that they were in a club called the Leopard Ladies. It was sort of a girl scout auxiliary organization they had formed.
They said that they were the only members so far. They wanted to initiate me into it. I asked them what it took to become one of them, and they laughed.
I told them I didn't see what was so funny about it.
Susan brushed back her brown hair with her hand and said that I would have to figure out a way to make them all come at the same time in order to join the club.
Sally said that I was lucky to only worry about three members. She said that girls who wanted to join when there were ten members would have it really rough.
I guess she was right. I don't know how any one person could sexually satisfy ten girls simultaneously. I counted myself lucky.
I had ten minutes, they said, to figure out a way to do it. I thought as hard as I could and finally stumbled on the answer just as Jane was signaling me that the ten minutes had elapsed.
I had all three of them lay on the floor in a circle. I got in the center. I started to eat pussy, while I rubbed Susan's cunt with one hand, myself with my own hand and tickled Sally's fancy with my big toe.
At first I was nervous. I mean, I am only twelve years old, and I was getting sexually involved with three older girls. I truly wanted to be popular; I wanted to please them so they would accept me.
I was surprised when I realized that I was getting them off.
Jane's pussy tasted so sweet in my mouth. All her hot juices ran into my mouth and I swallowed them with pleasure. Her clit throbbed as I licked it and she kept groaning and telling me how good it felt.
I was rubbing my own little clit and I could feel myself coming closer and closer to that magical moment of total release. My body ached, my tits grew firm and my nipples became erect. I was so hot.
Susan's pussy responded so nicely to my hand. I could feel her clit swell to the size of a small cock in my hand. I really didn't know that girls' clits can get that big. Mine is really small. I was thinking that there is a lot of things that Susan could do with that big clit of hers.
Sally had her hands around my ankle and was using my foot to massage her whole cunt. She was absolutely going out of her mind with passion. I had no idea that someone could get off from having a foot rubbed against their cunt.
But, she sure liked it.
I could feel her directing my big toe inside her wet snatch. She was really fucking herself with my toe. Can you imagine, doctor?
Then Sally stretched her cunt wide open and shoved practically my whole foot in her pussy. It felt real warm. I glanced over at her and saw that she was absolutely out of her mind with sexual frenzy.
We all started coming around the same time.
I was working at a frenzied pace.
Jane grabbed me by the hair and rammed my mouth down hard on her snatch. Her clit throbbed in my mouth and then she released her orgasm with a mighty scream. She pumped so hard against my face as she came that I could hardly breathe.
My own orgasm came right after hers. My whole body tensed with expectation and a hot spasm shot through my groin. Every muscle in my body was loaded and ready to join my clit in celebration of the beautiful feeling to come.
Suddenly, the orgasm swept over me. I shouted with joy and practically fainted. I have never felt anything so wonderful before. God, I like sex, doctor. I mean it. It is the most wonderful part of living.
Susan grabbed my wrist and started shoving my fingers deep inside her as she joined in with her own orgasm. I think she was the most passionate of all of us. She tried to stick my whole hand inside of her as she shot her load.
She bucked and kicked and moaned like a woman possessed as she gave herself completely to the lovely feeling that my hand aroused in her pussy.
Sally was the last to come.
My entire foot was nearly swallowed by her cunt as the muscles of her sex began to open and close tightly on my toes. She sat up with a start and screamed with delight as the glorious feeling of her sexual release shot through her body.
We all lay there for quite some time trying to recover our composure. Then, Jane turned to me and said that I did well. They all nodded weir agreement and I guess that meant I was one of them.
I sure was proud.
Those girls really must be perverted because right away they wanted to start in again. Only this time, they said they were going to show me how much they appreciated me.
They all leaped upon me. I guess they were raping me, but I didn't care, because it sure felt nice.
They turned me on my side and Jane started tonguing my mouth. Susan rubbed my tits and Sally began eating my pussy and fingering my little asshole.
I was totally engulfed by them. My entire body felt as though it was a sexual instrument for their pleasure as well as mine.
Jane's tongue was so hot in my mouth. She explored my entire mouth and sent shivers all over me. Susan was kneading my tits as though they were made of dough. She began sucking on my erect nipples. I was swooning with deep sexual lust as Sally's tongue shot in and out of my pussy and her fingers explored the sensitive regions of my rectum.
But, before I could come they all stopped.
Jane pulled out a canvas bag that was filled with hard rubber artificial penises, which they called dildos. They all strapped the dildos on and I thought for sure that someone was going to get hurt. Those dildos seemed so big. Surely, I thought, they would tear me apart with them.
There was no way I was going to stay.
I tried to get up to run from them, but Jane grabbed me and threw me to .the ground. She turned me on my side and slid her body next to mine. I could feel the big dildo begin to penetrate my little hole.
It hurt so much. But, it wasn't nearly as bad as the pain in my ass from the dildo that Susan had strapped on. It was terrible, doctor. I tried to pull myself away from it, but each time I did the dildo that Jane was wearing would shove further up my cunt and it hurt terribly.
I was completely impaled from both sides. I could feel the two dildoes practically touching as they tore into my cunt and asshole. Sally was just about to shove her dildo down my throat when all of a sudden, there was a light shining in my eyes.
It was a flashlight. It was the police. I was so happy to see them.
The police were a bit rough with us. They grabbed us and slapped us around a bit. I tried to explain to them that the three older girls had been raping me, but they said it looked like I was enjoying it too much for it to be a case of rape. I cried and cried, but they just wouldn't believe me.
They accused me of taking drugs. They said that the girl scouts had changed; that we were now just a bunch of dope fiends like everyone else. I was so ashamed.
They were defaming the girl scouts. Isn't that called libel? Maybe I should sue them.
The police said that they just came by to see if we had a permit to build a fire. They said they were happy that they came along since it was obvious that the scout leaders were perverts, and not suitable to be taking responsible for us young girls.
The police drove all of us home.
When I tried to explain to my father what happened, he started to cry. He said that the scouts had destroyed me just like they had tried to destroy his son.
He said that he had saved Ralph just in time from the Nazi scout master, but that he was too late for me. He thinks I am a sex pervert, doctor.
That's why he is trying to sue the girl scouts. He said that they made me go insane. I'm not insane, doctor, am I?
Oh, doctor, I have tried so hard to make my father understand that what happened was not typical of the girl scouts. I so much want to be a girl scout and not to let anything happen to hurt my chances of continuing my career in scouting.
Sure, I am interested in sex after what's happened. I think it's only natural. But, whether or not I continue in scouting, has nothing to do with my sex life.
CONCLUSION
It was obvious to me at the conclusion of this second interview with Melanie, that she was suffering from a conflict of passions. On the one hand she wanted desperately to continue with scouting, while on the other hand, she knew that to do so meant a conflict with her distraught father. I believe that scouting is a healthy environment for a young girl or boy to experience and grow in, however, I advised Melanie to drop out of the scouts rather than risk deepening the conflict between her and her father.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Cynthia K.
AGE: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Cynthia was brought to my office by her mother, who seems quite concerned that the attractive young brunette is developing some unnatural attitudes towards sex. When I discussed young Cynthia on the telephone with her mother last week, I had the premonition that the mother played a significant role in the development of any sexual identity problems the young girl might have. The mother seemed quite hostile towards men in general and me in particular. The following is a taped transcript of my first interview with Cynthia.
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My mother wanted me to see a woman psychiatrist. She doesn't like men. I guess it has something to do with my father running away from us when I was only five years old. My mom wanted me to see someone else, but Dr. Burns, our family doctor, said you were the best. So here I am.
I don't remember much about my father. I think he was a traveling salesman. He would always be gone, and whenever he was in town he always had lots of presents for me. I remember once he arrived just before Christmas and he brought me a bicycle and a stuffed bear.
He always seemed to be happy.
I guess I don't blame my father for running away from us. My mother isn't a very understanding person. I remember that she always used to yell at my father when he was home. That's all they ever seemed to do; just yell at each other.
Then one day he left to go on a selling trip and he never came back.
My mother said that it was just as well. She said he was no good, that he was just a dreamer and that he didn't know how to provide for a family.
Years later, I learned from my aunt that my father was an artist when he was a young man and that my mother was his model. I guess they were really in love at that time. My father never sold a painting, but he dreamed that some day he would be even more famous than Picasso.
My parents even lived in Paris for a year when they were young. I think they met there. My father was painting and living off some savings, and my mother was studying French and ballet. I guess they both wanted to be artists.
They met in a cafe, or so my aunt's version of the story goes, and fell in love at first sight. That's when my mom became pregnant with me. My mother's family sent them the money to come back to New York, and I suppose that was the beginning of the end.
With me on the way, my father had to get a job. All the paintings went in the cellar and my father started to sell encyclopedias door to door. I guess he was sad about not painting anymore.
But it was rough on my mother, too, because she had wanted to be a famous ballerina. I guess I sort of loused things up for both of my parents. They probably should have never had me. But they are Catholics, and so abortion was out of the question.
The cellar is always kept locked, and my mom doesn't like me to go down there. She says it's best that I don't know anything about our past. My aunt says that the reason my mother doesn't destroy all of my father's art is because one day it might be worth something.
My mom is very smart when it comes to things like that. She is always buying stamps and coins that she thinks one day will be worth a lot of money. But it never seems to happen.
We have never had much money.
My mother works as a checker at the grocers and I deliver groceries for her after school and on weekends. That's how I met Annie. I'll tell you more about her later.
I guess I am a curious girl. I don't know, but I just had to go down to the cellar and see some of my father's paintings. I knew where my mother hid the key, and so one day when I was home sick from school, I took the key and went down to the cellar.
There were so many paintings down there, doctor. And they were all so beautiful. All those years my mother had been telling me that father was just a failure at everything. But, he wasn't. Those paintings were amazing.
There were pictures of my mother when she was young in Paris. She was so lovely. And there were a lot of self-portraits as well. My father sure was handsome when he was young.
But there were also a lot of paintings of another woman, a blonde woman. My mother is dark, like me, and so I knew it wasn't her. It seemed strange, but she looked like this lady named Annie, who I deliver groceries to after school.
The girl in the paintings looked very young, much younger than my mother. Most of the pictures of her were nudes. Annie is about thirty years old, so I figured it could be her. But that seemed like too much of a coincidence.
I knew I couldn't tell my mother that I had been down in the cellar looking at the paintings. She would be so angry. She doesn't want me to know anything about my father.
I asked my aunt about the blonde woman in the paintings. She said that she was a young Russian dancer who had fled to Paris to escape the Nazis and became a friend of my mother's. They studied dance in the same studio.
The woman's name was Annette and she lived with my father and mother for awhile because she didn't have any money. My father painted many pictures of her and apparently fell in love with her.
My aunt said there was a big fight because she caught Annette and my father in bed together. My mother was pregnant then and she made an ultimatum to my father. She said that either they returned home to New York immediately, or she would divorce him and he would never see his unborn child.
My father agreed and although he loved Annette very much, he sent her away and returned to New York with my mother.
My aunt said that she didn't know what happened to Annette.
I don't know, doctor, it just seemed to me that Annie might be Annette. You know, just an intuition or something, but I decided to ask her.
I didn't say anything to my mother or aunt about Annie, because they both seemed sort of hostile to her.
I decided to find out.
So, two weeks ago when there was an order for groceries to be delivered to Miss Kolnakov, that's Annie, I volunteered to take them up.
Annie has a very nice apartment on the East side, not far from the grocery. When she opened the door to let me in with the delivery, I asked her if I could stay for awhile to talk.
Annie was very friendly and made me a cup of very nice tea. She brewed it in a samovar, which is a Russian tea maker. In fact, there were many Russian things around the apartment. You know, paintings of Leningrad and Moscow, showing people walking around in the snow all bundled up in furs. She also had those little wooden dolls, that you can take apart only to find another little doll inside, and another, and another until at the end you find one little doll about the size of a pea.
It is so cute. It is perfectly painted and looks just like a miniature version of the big wooden doll.
She showed me the rest of her apartment, and then I saw it.
It was one of my father's paintings, I could tell by the style. It showed the same young blonde girl drinking a coffee in some Parisian cafe.
We exchanged a look of recognition.
I told her that I knew who she was. She did look a little different than in the paintings. Her hair was no longer so blonde, but she was still very attractive. She is much prettier than my mother.
She told me that she was happy that I had discovered her true identity. Annie, whose real name of course is Annette, said that she followed my mother and father over to the United States from Paris.
She said that she loved my father very much, and couldn't let him go out of her life. She said that she never called him or spoke with him. She didn't want to disrupt our family life.
She was content, she explained, just watching my father take me for walks in Central Park. She told me that she didn't know where my father was either.
Annie explained that one of the reasons that she never moved back to Paris was that she kept hoping that he would come back to see me. Can you imagine that, doctor. Isn't it romantic. Annie always moved her residence every time we moved so that she could be close to us.
She works at the United Nations doing translations in French and Russian and she has had many opportunities to be transferred overseas, but she stays here in New York just to see me and wait for my father to reappear. I guess she loves him very much.
Annie told me that I remind her very much of him. My father's name was Stefan, but she always refers to him as Etienne, which is his name in French.
She has a photo album filled with pictures of my father and her together. They were really in love, I could tell by the way they looked at each other in the pictures.
Annie explained to me that her life has been very sad ever since my father left her in Paris. When he ran away from my mother and I, Annie said that her heart almost broke.
She told me not to hate my father, because artists have to be free and he could never realize his potentials by living with my mother. I told her that I understood, but I know I wanted to see him again. She said she would like to see him also.
We became very good friends. Annie told me that I could come around to see her any time I wanted, but that I shouldn't tell anyone about her. She said that if my mother found out that she was living in New York, that she would forbid me to see her.
Ours became a secret friendship.
I began visiting Annie about three times a week. I would tell my mother that I joined an after-school drama club and that we were rehearsing after school. She said that it was good I was interested in the arts, but that I should never get involved with any artistic men. She said that they are all no good.
Annie was so different. She said that I was very beautiful, just like my father, and that I should only love people who were involved in the arts. She said that they have much more to offer in terms of emotion and giving.
She always talked about how much I reminded her of my father. I guess in a lot of ways she saw me as part of him. In a way, it was the same for me. Knowing that my father really loved her, made me love her too. It was never the same with my mother, because I think my father and mother always hated each other. I think the only reason they ever got married was because my mom was pregnant with me.
I guess Annie and I started to fall in love with each other. I'm sure a lot of it had to do with the fact that she and my father were in love, and so our being in love was like a re-enactment of the original love. But, it didn't matter to me. I just felt good being around her.
Several weeks ago, when I went to visit Annie, we kissed hello and just didn't stop kissing. It was wonderful. I never felt so much love from anyone before.
I know I am only thirteen years old and not very experienced about love, but it sure felt nice to be loved. My mother never gave me much love, and I don't have any boyfriends. A lot of the girls at school already have boyfriends, but no one interests me.
It was wonderful with Annie. The way she kissed me, made me feel so wanted, so important.
I guess things just got a little carried away, and before I knew it, Annie was on her knees telling me that I was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen, and that I was the perfect image of my father's artistic vision of beauty and perfection.
It was all so esoteric. I couldn't fathom many of the feelings Annie seemed to have for me. But it didn't matter. The important thing was that she loved me.
Annie asked me to call my mother and tell her that I was spending the night at a girl friend's house. I felt strange about the whole thing, but I was curious. I lied to my mother.
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I had to cut Cynthia off at this point, as the time allotted for her interview was spent and my next patient had arrived. I scheduled Cynthia for a second interview the following week as I wanted to ascertain the extent of her involvement with this woman. At this stage, it seems to me that the young girl has become involved in a very bizarre situation, involving homosexual substitution for heterosexual love objects. In psychiatric terminology this is known as sexual transference neurosis. It is a potentially dangerous situation as the persons involved are not truly interested in each other, but in the persons they represent.
INTERVIEW TWO
Cynthia arrived at my office as scheduled for her second appointment. She seemed in good spirits and quite interested in continuing her story. The young girl said that during the preceding week she had seen Annie twice and that everything was wonderful, though I sensed that something strange was going on. Strange in the sense that there was much more going on than a mere homosexual liaison between a thirty year old woman and a thirteen year old girl.
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As I was telling you doctor, Annie had me phone my mother to tell her that I was spending the night out. My mother was pleased that I had made a new friend. I lied and said that Annie was my age and that we were rehearsing together for a play.
Annie said that I should become an actress because I lied so well.
After I called my mother, I felt strange. All of a sudden everything seemed so real. There I was with this attractive older woman, who had loved my father. And now she said that she loved me and wanted to sleep with me.
A part of me wanted to run away, but there was this curiosity that had to be satisfied. I don't know. I guess I felt that by being close with Annie, I was being close with my father.
I guess Annie felt the same way.
She made me a very nice dinner.
We had Wienershnitzel with red cabbage and potato soup along with strong Russian tea. It was a nice meal, and afterwards Annie said that she wanted to give me a massage.
I went with her into her bedroom and sat on the bed. I was nervous, and didn't know what to do. She laughed and said that I was just like my father. She said that he was always nervous about sex and that she always had to seduce him. But that once he was in bed with her, she said that he was dynamite.
She asked me if it would be all right if she undressed me. She said that my father always like for her to undress him.
I said I didn't mind. I was so nervous. This was the first time I had ever been in a sexual situation, and it was with a woman; with a woman who had loved my father.
She took her time unbuttoning my blouse. As her fingers moved from button to button, she began kissing me very tenderly on the lips and stroking my hair.
I felt my body going limp. I seemed to melt in her arms. I felt so close to my father.
Annie started to call me Etienne, which was what she called my father when they were lovers in Paris. I know it seems strange, doctor, but in a way I think she saw me as the female version of Etienne, my father.
She was so tender with me. Her lips kept brushing softly against mine. My blouse was now completely unbuttoned and her hand was gently massaging my breast, while she continued to gently stroke my hair.
Annie removed my blouse and told me that my breasts were beautiful. She gently massaged my creamy white breasts and my little pink nipples started to get very firm.
Oh, it felt so nice when she touched me. My breasts ached with pleasure and became quite firm. She certainly knew how to do all the things that made me feel good.
She began sucking on my nipples and I could feel a tingling sensation all over.
She was rubbing my tummy as she unbuttoned my skirt and slipped it down over my thighs and down over my tennis shoes and socks. I felt funny sitting on the bed with her in just my panties and shoes and socks.
Annie removed my shoes and socks, but left my panties on for awhile. She had me lay on the bed and I tried to relax while she moved her hungry hands all over my body.
I felt my skin come alive under her touch. It -seemed like every cell in my body was awakened to the excitement that her dancing fingers aroused. She ran her fingers along the inside of my thighs, and I could feel my pussy become very warm and wet.
She touched my pussy, and even beneath the material of my panties I could feel the love in her fingers. My pussy ached with joy and I wanted her to keep rubbing me between my legs.
But, she stopped to remove her clothing.
Annie has a beautiful body. Her hair is not as blonde as in the paintings my father did of her, but it is still very light. Her breasts are golden colored, like the rest of her skin.
She really does have lovely skin. It seems to cling tightly to the beautiful shape of her body as though she were a young girl. I guess some people hardly age at all. Perhaps she knows some beauty secrets from Russia.
The Russians know many things about keeping a person youthful looking and preserving that spark of vitality. I heard that the bodies of Marx and Lenin are preserved and on display in Red Square in Moscow. Supposedly, they look as though they were still alive. The Russians must know something that we don't know.
I guess I'm getting off the subject, doctor, you will have to excuse me. It's just that I was so amazed by Annie's beauty. Her breasts were quite firm and her tan nipples pointed up just like mine. My mother's tits are all saggy and her nipples are wrinkled. I guess that's because I sucked on them so hard when I was a baby.
Her legs were so strong and shapely, I guess because she was a ballerina. Even her ass was firm. And her pussy was so beautiful covered with blonde hair, much more yellow than the ash colored hair that flowed down from her head to her shoulders.
When Annie was undressed, she slowly slid my panties down over my legs and off my feet.
She marveled at the brown curls that enveloped the triangle between my thighs. She kissed me softly on the pussy and I felt waves of warm goodness undulate through my body. I melted in her arms. I was helpless to resist her. I was completely under her spell.
She called me Etienne as she kissed me all over. I guess I really reminded her of my father.
It's nice to be loved, even if you are loved because you remind someone of somebody else. I didn't let it bother me. It was the first time in my life that someone really loved me, and it felt wonderful.
Her lips traced the outlines and curves of my body, gently brushing my nipples, which swelled with pleasure every time she came close to them. Her pink moist tongue rubbed the hollows of my arm pits and sent strange shivers through my body. My breasts heaved with the quickening breaths I took as she made me hotter and hotter.
She kneeled between my legs and began licking my pubes and the insides of my thighs. I became so hot, doctor, everything was like a blur. I was so turned on by her attention and my pussy was dripping with a mixture of her saliva and my own hot passion juices.
Very slowly she began exploring the folds and crevices of my vagina. Her tongue was so gentle on my sensitive little pussy. It searched out the lips of my cunt, and found them. It gently slid like a snake over my clitoris, which swelled like a little penis and began to throb.
I felt completely overcome with hot passion as her tongue slid inside my hole.
Her fingers began exploring the depths of my snatch, gently poking at my hymen and then sliding tenderly into my tight little anus. She sure knew how to touch me.
I guess she and my father had been great lovers together. My father was lucky to have loved such a gentle and beautiful woman.
I found myself entering into a shadowy world of lust and dreamy illusion. As she touched me, I felt myself being carried far away. It seemed that in my imagination, Annie and I were in a small room in Paris and I was Etienne.
Annie continued to fondle me and caress my pussy and asshole until I was shaking with passion. I didn't know how long I could go on like that. My entire being was alive with heat and blind lust. I was like an animal. I writhed and groaned under the touch of her lips and tongue against my pussy.
I felt something strange happening deep inside me. My pussy throbbed and the lips of my cunt opened and closed as if they wanted to take something inside.
My orgasm started as a little spasm deep inside the flesh of my erect clitoris. She was really sucking my clit hard now, biting it with her teeth and licking it.
As the spasms increased, my body began heaving in rhythm to the thrusts of her tongue. I found myself moaning quite loudly; I was totally lost within the magic of the impending orgasm.
My mouth was dry and every muscle in my body strained in anticipation of the glorious moment. Hot juices gushed from my cunt and I found my hands gripping Annie's head quite firmly. I was directing the thrusts of her tongue by moving her head to all the places that I liked the best.
And then I completely let go. The orgasm took me so far into a dream world. I have never felt anything like that before. It felt like I was floating on air like a bird.
Yes, that's how it was. I was free like a bird and Annie and I were flying high in the sky. It was lovely.
Her tongue was now inside my asshole, and it felt so warm and nice as it explored the hot depths of my bowels.
She made me come again with her tongue inside my ass. My body shook and my mind wavered between fantasy and reality as all the delicious feelings of sexual release shook my very soul.
My fingers gripped and clawed at her. It was as though I were a wild animal. Yes, that's how it was. I imagined that we were two cheetahs and we were in the grip of furious sex in the middle of the African plains. I growled and scratched. Annie must have liked my fantasy, because she played it as well.
We were like two giant cats gripped in the fingers of passion.
The next thing I knew, Annie had pulled me up on top of her and was crying out for me to fuck her. She kept calling me Etienne and saying, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
I kissed her passionately on the mouth and then on the tits. Her nipples became erect and she pressed her cunt against mine. I could feel our clits touching.
Her clit was firm just like mine, and as we rubbed our magic buttons together, she moaned and bellowed with sexual tension. Our hips moved together as though we had always been lovers. I seemed to know every move that would please her.
It was as if we had always been like this; locked in each other's arms, bringing each other infinite joy and release from the tensions of the world.
I called her Annette and told her that I loved her. She called me Etienne and told me that she loved me also
Her breasts pushed hard against mine as our pussies ground and rubbed against each other. Like any fine ground roast, this was good to the last drop.
Annette was breathing so hard that my body was nearly thrown from hers. She was really like a cat in heat. It turned me on to see her get so hot.
I reached up under her bottom and stuck my finger up her ass. She liked that. She pushed her ass down on my finger and I could feel my digit slide deeply into her rectum. She undulated herself around on my finger and bellowed her approval.
She was completely lost in her passion. She began screaming things in Russian and French. And then she let loose with her orgasm. I thought she would wake the entire neighborhood the way she screamed.
She really is a passionate woman.
After her orgasm had subsided, we lay in each other's arms for a very long time, kissing each other and confessing our true love for each other. It was beautiful. Annette is so romantic.
Afterwards, she made us some tea in the samovar and we talked all night about her and my father. She said that now that we were together, it was almost as if my father was back with us.
Annette said that it was like having the Holy Ghost with us at all times. I guess she loved my father very much.
I know that when I am with her she is seeing my father in me. But I don't mind at all, because I guess it's the same with me. When we make love, it is like I am Etienne and it makes me feel good to feel my father's being inside me. It gives Annette great satisfaction as well.
I have continued seeing her since that first night. I often spend the night there and sneak over when I can to talk.
I guess my mother senses that something is going on with me, but she doesn't really know what.
She is forever asking me questions about boys. She thinks that I must have a boyfriend. I guess when you are in love, everyone can see it on your face.
I told her that I was in love with my friend's brother. I made up some stories about him being a college boy and that we are very much in love and someday will get married.
She would die if she knew the truth. She says I act strange, and that I am too young to be so much in love.
I told her that she once was that much in love with my father. She started to cry. She said that it was true, but that he never loved her as much as a Russian woman named Annette. She said that the Russian woman had destroyed her life and that all she had left in the world was me.
CONCLUSION
It is quite clear to me following this second interview with young Cynthia that she is indeed quite in love with Annette, but that the nature of the relationship is too unhealthy to endure. I advised the young girl to cease having sexual intimacy with the woman as it was based on neurotic motivation. I pointed out that there was nothing wrong for two women to love each other, but not when it was a situation of each imagining that the other was someone else - particularly a man. She said she would try. I told her to call me if she had any complications in the relationship.
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Mia R.
AGE: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Mia was brought to my office by her very distraught father. I had spoken with the father several days prior to the appointment, and he told me that he had reason to suspect that his daughter was having a lesbian relationship. He said that a woman had suddenly begun calling his daughter frequently on the telephone and that Mia was disappearing on the weekends and not telling him where she had been. The following is a tape transcript of the first interview with Mia.
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I don't understand why my father is making such a big deal out of all this, doctor.
I am fourteen years old and nowadays a girl my age shouldn't have to explain her whole life to her father. Dad is just being over protective.
He's been like this ever since mother died last winter. He really loved mom, and I guess that since she is gone he sees me as the only woman in his life.
I don't mind so much, but he has become so possessive of me that I feel like I am his wife. That just isn't fair, doctor.
Doctor, I don't know. Sometimes I get the feeling that my father is in love with me or something and that he's jealous if I spend time with anyone but him.
For months after mom died, I tried to be a good daughter and friend to him. He really did need a lot of understanding and compassion. He was so shook up by mom's death.
But it felt like he was sucking everything out of me. I'm too young to be a support for my father. He simply has to look elsewhere for understanding. I will, of course, be his dutiful daughter, but it just isn't right for him to expect more of me than that.
Since I started spending time with Cleo, he has been a monster.
Oh, yes, Cleo is this new friend. I met her about a month ago while I was hitchhiking home from Jones Beach. She drives a fancy red sports car and she is so beautiful. She has red hair just like mine and when she pulled over to pick me up, I knew we would be great friends right away.
You should see her. Her hair is so long that it reaches down to her ass, and she wears such beautiful clothes. And she is so intelligent.
You'll never guess what she does for a living.
Give up?
She's a curator at the Natural History Museum. She studied archaeology at Columbia and spent many years in Egypt digging up mummies and exploring tombs and so on. She is only twenty five years old, so you can imagine how bright she is.
Sure, we have become lovers, but that isn't the whole basis of our relationship. We are friends and she really understands me. I need an older friend to understand me. People my own age never seemed to appreciate me.
I guess that's why my father always wants to be close to me. He says that I am very deep, like a mature woman and that he would like to meet someone just like me.
He is so silly. He probably is jealous of Cleo. He probably would like to fuck me, but he doesn't have the courage.
When Cleo picked me up hitchhiking, she was wearing a bikini just like mine. The fact that we both have red hair and green eyes and were wearing the identical powder blue bikinis seemed like more than a coincidence.
I guess Cleo is sort of superstitious from studying all those Egyptian things. She is always talking about this god or that god and how the Egyptians mummified all the important people so that they would live forever.
I told her while we were driving home from the beach, that I was very interested in Egypt. I guess it was from watching all those old Boris Karloff mummy movies on television when I was a kid. I don't know, it just seems that the Egyptians really knew something. Maybe they knew a lot of things that we still don't understand even today.
That's what Cleo believes.
She said that if I were interested, she would take me to the museum and show me around. It was already after closing hours, but she said that since she was on the staff, she had her own key.
Cleo said that she has a very nice office at the museum, with her own private shower and everything. She said that we could shower there and that she would loan me something to wear.
I was so excited about getting a personal tour of the museum, that I didn't even think about anything sexual. It's not that Cleo was only thinking about that. She genuinely wanted to show me the Egyptian exhibit, but she had something else in mind as well.
There was no one around when we got to the museum. It was just like a tomb. We walked down the dark corridors and it felt like we were walking back in time. In the glass cases along the walls, there were mummies and statues of Egyptian gods and Pharaoh's, as well as high priests, magicians and other dignitaries of the ancient dynasties.
When we got inside the large room, where all the important items are kept, Cleo turned on the lights and I was amazed by all the dazzling colors of the ancient objects.
The Egyptians sure had a lot of beautiful jewelry and household items. Cleo said that they were a very advanced people and that they discovered the secret of immortality.
She explained that when a high ranking Egyptian, such as a prince or princess, king or queen, died, that they were mummified and buried inside a vault with all their personal belongings including servants, so that when they reached the land of Osiris, they would have everything they needed to continue their lives as before.
Can you imagine how important these people were, that their slaves would be put to death and mummified so that they could serve them in the after-life?
I found it all very interesting, to say the least.
She said that there were two new mummies that had recently been discovered in the Valley of the Kings in lower Egypt. She said that they came from separate tombs, but that there seemed to be a connection between them.
The Egyptian archaeologists were baffled, she said, because the hieroglyphics found on the caskets were indecipherable.
Egyptian scientists believed that it was a secret language of the high priests. They were at a loss to explain the mystery and that's why the two mummies were sent to New York for further study.
Can you imagine that, doctor? Our own scientists know more about Egyptian artifacts than do the Egyptians.
Anyways, Cleo said that she had been working on the hieroglyphics and was close to breaking the code. She said she would tell me about it if I promised not to utter a word to anyone.
She said that I would find it particularly interesting. I got a chill when she told me that. I promised her to keep silent.
She said that she suspected one of the mummies was none other than Cleopatra and the other was her sister, Miathep.
She said that the hieroglyphics told a strange story of lust and judgment by the high priests of Karnak. She said that Cleopatra and Miathep had been incestuous lovers and that they were torn away from each other as a result of the Roman conquest of Egypt.
Cleo said that when Mark Antony entered Egypt with his conquering armies, that the high priests of Karnak advised her that the only way to save Egypt from total destruction was to woo the conquering general.
It was well known that Cleopatra and her sister, Miathep, were lovers and that the priests accepted the relationship as the divine will of the gods. It was planned that since Cleopatra would never take a husband, that her brother's son would ascend to the throne when she and her sister were dead.
Cleopatra and Miathep agreed to follow the advice of the priests in order to save Egypt. Cleopatra was to woo Mark Antony and her sister was to remain in the background. It broke both of their hearts, the hieroglyphics read. But the future of Egypt was more important than the love of the two sisters, at least in the eyes of the high priests.
When Mark Antony, the only friend that Egypt had among the Romans, was killed in battle, Cleopatra was forced to kill herself by the bite of a poisonous snake. The high priests, Cleo explained, felt that the gods would be appeased only if her life was taken in ransom for the defeat of Egypt.
Miathep was so grieved that she took her own life as well. Theirs, Cleo explained, was the greatest story of lesbian love to come down through the ages. She said that the two sisters were entombed separately so that the secret of their love would never be known.
Cleo explained to me that it was important the secret be kept because the two sisters were supposed to be reincarnated in a future life to carry out the will of Osiris, the god of the land of death. The two sisters would, through their incestuous lesbian love, cast a spell on the Earth that would bring Egypt back to its ancient glory. The priests of Karnak foresaw the demise of Egypt at the hands of Israel and the West and the reincarnations of the two royal sisters would serve as an indication of the return to power of the lost Egyptian gods.
Cleo explained to me that the word reincarnation derived from the ancient Egyptian Karnan, which means giver of life. At that it was in the temples of Karnak that the priests learned how to give life to the dead through the process of mummification and secret ceremonies that sent the dead souls onward to the temples of Osiris.
Then Cleo looked at me with a strange look in her green eyes. Then she turned to the two wooden caskets that the mummies had been found in and asked me to look closely at the funeral masks. I could not believe it. Both Cleopatra and Miathep had red hair and green eyes.
I looked at Cleo in disbelief, and she smiled at me and told me that when she saw me standing beside the highway at the beach that she knew immediately that it was I, Miathep, her long lost sister.
She said that we were the reincarnation of these two royal lesbians and that the will of the gods was for us to love one another again as in ancient times. That through this love, the gods would find a means to harness our passion into the magic that would make Egypt strong once more.
It seemed too unreal to be true, but those masks, doctor, they looked just like us. I was thinking that perhaps the whole thing was just a fanciful means for Cleo to seduce me, but something told me that she was speaking the truth.
She opened the glass case, which housed the personal items of Cleopatra and Miathep and we put on their jewelry. It was an amazing feeling to be standing before each other in leopard skin robes and wearing the headdresses and jewelry of these two ancient sisters.
Cleo kissed me on the lips, and it all seemed to come alive again. I saw myself standing with her in the Egyptian desert under the full moon. We embraced and kissed deeply. I felt so much love surge through my body. It was as if we had been truly reborn.
As Cleo slid her tongue into my mouth, I could smell henna upon her hair and the fragrance of the flowers of the Nile on her body.
Her hand unfastened my bikini top and it fell to the ground. Her lips touched my nipples and they grew firm in her mouth. My breasts grew warm and full. I ached for her love as I did nearly four thousand years ago.
Flashes of the past in ancient Egypt danced before my eyes as her hands continued to explore my youthful body. My groin ached for her touch as she gently massaged my belly and back.
A rhythm of lust filled my body and I swayed as if in a dance or trance as her hands came closer to my pussy.
Her hand slipped inside my bikini bottoms and began toying with my orange pubes. My eyes closed in deep ecstasy.
I removed her bathing suit top and took her creamy white exposed breasts into my hands and gently fondled them. The nipples grew erect and strained up to meet my moistened lips.
I took her nipples inside my mouth and sucked them gently. She groaned and breathed deeply.
Cleo began uttering things to me in the ancient language of our land. I answered her. I'm not sure what we were saying. I just knew that it was in our native tongue.
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I had to stop Mia at this point, as much as I was fascinated by her story. The fifty minutes that I allow for each patient had passed and my next patient was waiting for her appointment. It is perhaps too early at this point to make a diagnosis, but I can't help but compare what Mia said in the interview with the previous case of Melanie P., who you will remember, suffered from delusions and hallucinations of a sexual nature.
Actually, I feel certain that the use of drugs among young people could be leading to these types of hallucinations. I find it a pity that life is so boring to our young people today, that they must create these absurd fantasy worlds to live in. Mia doesn't seem as far gone as Melanie, and hopefully she will not have to be committed to an insane asylum. The second interview will tell me more.
INTERVIEW TWO
Mia returned to my office the next week as scheduled. She seemed quite elated and told me that many things had happened during the preceding week. I asked her how her father was treating her and she said he was dead. I didn't believe her at first as she seemed quite happy about the entire thing. I placed a phone call to the funeral home, where she said he was being held, and the funeral director confirmed that he was quite dead. The following is a tape transcript of the second and final interview with Mia. I'm sure you will find it as intriguing as I did.
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I think, doctor, that all of this will make more sense to you if I continue from where I left off with you last week.
Cleo and I were dressed in the ancient costumes and jewelry of Cleopatra and Miathep. I had removed her bathing suit top, as she had removed mine and we were pressing our breasts together and both had our hands inside each other's bikini bottoms.
We were stroking each other's pussies as we uttered our undying love for each other in the tongue of the ancients. Her pussy was hot and wet in my hand and I gently slid her bikini bottoms down over her supple thighs and down her shapely legs.
Her orange pubes cried out for my hand. Her pussy looked and felt so delicate. It was like a flower that had only just opened up to the sun. I knelt before her and began tonguing her cunt.
Her sex was hot and moist in my mouth. I felt so close to her at that point that I wanted to disappear inside her hole. I reached around her and toyed with her ass, my fingers searching out her delicate anus.
As I slid a finger inside her rectum, my tongue dashed inside her hungry cunt. She seemed to melt in my arms and then she collapsed on the floor in pleasurable submission to my tongue.
I continued sucking on her cunt and fingering her tight asshole. She whipped around on the floor, completely lost in the pleasure I was giving her.
Her clitoris came to life in my mouth and sprung up like a man's erection. I sucked it until she began to scream. She yelled at me to suck harder and harder and then she was completely lost.
Her orgasm came like a wave crashing down upon her. She leapt in my arms and thrashed her arms and legs around as though in a convulsion. Still, my mouth retained a firm grip on her clit. Orgasm after orgasm shook her body.
When at last she begged me to stop, I took my mouth from her sex and let her rest. It took many minutes for Cleo to regain her composure. She told me that nothing had changed since we made love in ancient Egypt. She said that I was still a better lover than Antony ever was.
Now it was my turn to feel the pleasure of my ancient sibling's love for me.
Cleo knelt over me and began kissing me gently on the mouth. I told her it was getting late and that maybe I should call my father. She told me that she would take care of my father, and that nothing would ever come between us again.
I couldn't resist her, I totally surrendered to the ecstasy of her tongue in my mouth. She was a virtual magician with her tongue. She sucked out my mouth, leaving me feeling breathless with sexual hunger.
Her hands squeezed my tits, bringing my nipples to hard little erections. My cunt became dripping wet and I spread my legs so as to invite her tongue inside my pussy.
But she teased me, doctor. She kept kissing my tits and running her fingers very slowly across my belly and thighs. She purposely kept her hand far from my snatch. My body ached for her touch. My pussy was flooded with hot juices and I couldn't help but scream obscenities out of frustration.
She was driving me crazy. She wouldn't come close to my cunt, and yet my sex was crying out, pleading to be touched. My entire soul screamed out to be satisfied.
Finally, she touched my cunt. I thought I would explode with ecstasy right then and there. Her fingers explored the depths of my sex and slid gently in and out of my tender young ass. I have never felt so much joy before as she gave me there on the marble floor of the museum.
My hips rose with expectation every time her fingers touched my cunt. My breasts rose and fell in rhythm to the sexual tempo she was playing on my clit.
I curled up like a baby and began sucking on her tits while her mouth pressed against my sex. Her tongue shot deeply inside me, pushing firmly against my cherry. My body sang out with joy as her tongue darted in and out of my rectum.
This was the most exquisitely perfect experience of my life. I was hungry for love, and she was the chef who was going to feed me.
Her mouth now focused on my hard little clit and sucked at it with insatiable lust. My orgasm started to build like a jet engine being fired up. Soon I would take off. I felt as though I would completely explode when my orgasm struck.
Her tongue was now flicking against my clit and her hands massaged my tits with tremendous strength. It was as if I was standing on a cliff, wanting to jump, but being held back by invisible fetters. I strained to break free from these bonds. As her tongue brought me closer and closer, I felt the fetters loosen and then with orgasm, I was free.
My entire body whipped and writhed about on the cold marble floor as her tongue brought me to the magic moment. My cunt was hot like a furnace. My rectum ached with joy as two and then three fingers jammed up deeply into my bowels. I was like an instrument of pleasure for Cleo. I wanted to bring her infinite joy, as she had brought me.
I must have enjoyed at least six orgasms, before I called out for mercy. The pleasure was so intense that it was turning in to pain.
But she wouldn't stop. She kept telling me that she couldn't have enough of me, that it had been too long since we were together. She kept sucking my clit. I tried valiantly to push her away, but she was too strong. Her teeth tore deeply into the tender flesh of my clitoris and inner lips. I screamed and shouted and endured one last orgasm. It was so wonderful that it hurt. It hurt to the point that I passed out.
When I awakened I was lying on a bed inside her office. We were both nude. She told me that she was sorry if she hurt me. She apologized many times and said that it was only out of love that she hurt me.
I forgave her.
We kissed for awhile and then took a shower together. We fondled each other as I washed her and she washed me, but we didn't get into any sex. I guess we were both quite exhausted. Afterwards, she loaned me a dress and drove me home. I told her I would come down to the museum the following Saturday evening.
My father was furious at me for being so late home from the beach. I told him that I had been picked up by a very interesting woman who was a curator at the museum. He said that he didn't care if she was the President of General Motors. He spanked me and sent me to bed without any dinner.
I didn't care. I wanted to be alone to think about the wonderful afternoon and evening I had spent with Cleo.
My father came upstairs after making some phone calls and said that I had to see a psychiatrist. He is such a fool. He thought that just because I had spent so much of the day with Cleo that I was a lesbian. Of course, he was right, but he had no way of knowing. It was his presumption that really pissed me off.
In any case, I did come to see you last Thursday and I guess it made him happy. I didn't tell him anything that we talked about, but while he was driving me home from your office he told me that he didn't want me seeing Cleo that Saturday.
He said that he didn't want anyone coming between us, ever. I guess he was just a lonely man. But it wasn't my fault. He should go out and find himself a girlfriend. But now it's too late. I feel sorry for what happened to him, but he brought it upon himself.
That Saturday I disobeyed him and went to the museum. Cleo was waiting for me. She was so pleased to see me. I really believed her story about us being sisters in ancient Egypt. There was so much love between us, that it seemed impossible that our relationship was anything but immortal.
I told her about my father, and she was furious. She said that men had been coming between us too often. She swore than no man would ever again separate us from each other.
Cleo took me down into a dark room that was connected to her office by a long stone stairway that opened behind a book case.
She lit several candles inside the room, and the illumination brought startling things to my eyes. The room was filled with statues of strange Egyptian gods and goddesses. There seemed to be an alter, upon which was a bowl.
Cleo placed several pieces of wood under the bronze bowl and started a small fire. Inside the bowl she placed a handful of leaves. She said they were tanna leaves, which she had discovered among the personal effects of the Cleopatra mummy.
Cleo said that the leaves were used as spices that helped to mummify the bodies of the ancient Egyptian dead. She further explained that by burning these leaves in the presence of the ancient gods, that the will of Rama, the chief god of the Egyptians was invoked.
She uttered a long string of incantations in the ancient tongue of the priests of Karnak and then she placed a lid on the bronze bowl. She looked at me with a strange glint in her green eyes and said that my father would no longer be a problem.
I asked her what she meant and she said that she would drive me home. But, as her sports car pulled into the driveway of my house, I sensed something terrible had happened. I turned the key in the lock and opened the door.
And there he was.
My father was dead on the floor. His hands were gripped around his throat as though he had suffocated. Or perhaps he was strangled. I don't know. At this point I really don't care, either.
At first I was terribly upset. He was, after all, my father. As much as I hated him, I certainly didn't want him to die.
Cleo told me that it was the will of the gods that he should be dead and that he would rejoin my mother and would find peace at last. Peace in death, what kind of peace was that? I asked Cleo.
She said that the peace of the dead was the greatest peace man could hope to achieve. I asked her why everyone just didn't kill themselves if it was so great.
She said that only those who knew how to direct their souls to the land of the dead could find such peace. She explained that she had directed my father's soul to the Kingdom of Osiris as a favor to me. She said that someday we would join him there and that he would understand and forgive my turning away from him.
I don't know doctor. It is a bit much to believe, but could all of this just be coincidence? Maybe Cleo is a bit crazy, but I don't care. I love her and I have moved in with her.
No one but you knows where I am living. The rest of my family thinks I have run away from home or just disappeared. I know that you won't divulge my secret.
No, I don't think that Cleo is insane. And I certainly don't care what your so-called professional opinion is.
And I am certainly not crazy. No, I don't take drugs, doctor. Why do you think we are crazy? Can all of this be so preposterous? Do you think that the ancient wise men of Egypt were all fools?
Yes, I have had sex with Cleo following my father's death. What am I supposed to do, mourn his passing for the rest of my life?
Cleo is gentle and caring. Even if all the things she told me about us being in love in ancient Egypt was a story, I don't care. It's a beautiful story, and I don't care if you do say that we are living a dangerous fantasy.
I warn you to stay out of our affairs or Cleo will do to you what she did to my father.
No, I won't go to any damned hospital for observation. I'll thank you to stay out of my affairs.
I'm leaving doctor. I don't want to see you again. You only seem interested in coming between Cleo and myself. If you were really a good psychiatrist, you would want Cleo and I to be together, so that we would be happy.
Goodbye, doctor, I'm leaving.
CONCLUSION
As you can tell from the transcript, Mia was totally resistant to therapy. I believe that she took her father's death more seriously than she allows herself to show. Perhaps in her delusion about being a reincarnated Egyptian princess, she takes responsibility for his death along with Cleo. Apparently, Mia has fallen prey to an extremely deranged pervert. However, the situation is out of my hands. I can't order the girl to return for therapy, and because her parents are dead, they can't commit her to an institution. It is clear to me at this time, however, that the girl suffering from acute schizophrenia with complications resulting from an identity crisis. Surely, she will be forced to return to therapy at a later date. I only hope that it won't be too late.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
SUBJECT: Sharon F.
AGE: Twelve
INTERVIEW ONE
Sharon, a quite naive looking young blonde, was brought to my office by her aunt. When I talked on the phone with the aunt last week when she made the appointment for her niece, she only told me that Sharon had experienced a traumatic sexual episode and she believed that the young girl required some psychotherapy to overcome her problem. The following is a taped transcript of my first interview with the young girl.
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It was very nice of my aunt to bring me to see you. My aunt is so understanding. I could never tell my parents about what happened; that's why I went to my aunt. My parents are very old fashioned, and they don't understand about sexual matters. My aunt is modern, she understands.
You see, doctor, I am in love with a woman.
I know it sounds crazy because I am just twelve years old, and girls my age aren't even supposed to know about love. Well, I know about love. Nancy taught me.
Nancy is a nurse at the St. Vincent's Hospital. I had to stay in the hospital for two weeks last month because I had gastritis.
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Actually, I was only sick in the hospital for a few days. My doctor wanted me to stay longer because of tests that he thought I needed. My father said that doctors just like to keep people in the hospital for a long time so they can get more money.
My father is very cynical.
Dr. Jones, he's my doctor, is very nice. He said that I was too young to have so many stomach problems and that's why he wanted me to stay in the hospital.
It sure was boring laying there all alone in the private room for two weeks. Well, it would have been boring, but Nancy made everything better.
Nancy is a nurse at the hospital. She is twenty one years old and she is so beautiful. She taught me the meaning of love.
I guess it was the third day of my stay at the hospital when I met Nancy. Dr. Jones had ordered me to have an enema every day to make sure that my bowels didn't get blocked up.
He was worried that I had chronic constipation. I don't think that was my problem at all. I think I just had a nervous stomach.
Nancy came into my room to give me my first enema. I was so terrified that I started crying. She was so understanding.
If you could see Nancy you would understand why I fell in love with her. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She has long black hair and the most exotic eyes. Her figure is perfect.
She has full ripe breasts and a small waist and perfectly shaped hips. Her legs are long and lean. I guess that any woman looks good in a white nurse's uniform, but Nancy looked more than good.
Being only twelve years old, I can assure you that I don't spend a lot of time thinking about boys or sex. Certainly, I never thought about having sex with a woman.
But Nancy was different.
When she walked into the room holding the enema bag, I started to cry. I knew that she was going to stick a big tube up my asshole and force water inside of me. It all seemed so painful and embarrassing.
But instead of being rough with me, she sat on the bed and we had a long talk.
She told me that I was beautiful and that beautiful girls shouldn't cry. Nancy said that it was only natural that I would be frightened of having an enema and that I shouldn't be ashamed.
What was really surprising, is that she told me that there wasn't anything painful about having an enema. In fact, she told me that she and her roommate often give each other enemas.
Can you imagine that?
She said that enemas are very stimulating and sexually pleasing. I asked her if she was a lesbian. I don't know much about those things, but I did hear some girls at school talking about the librarian. They said she was a lesbian because she has short hair and always makes girls sit on her lap.
But Nancy was beautiful. She didn't look like a man at all. That's why I was so surprised when Nancy said that she was one. I asked her why.
She told me that women just understand women more than men can ever hope to. She said that being a lesbian had made her life much happier, because men were always breaking her heart. She said that men always pretended that they loved her just so they could fuck her.
With women, she said, it was different. Women, she explained to me, really care about each other. They know how to please without being rough.
I wasn't at all nervous with Nancy. I just felt totally relaxed. I said that it would be all right if she gave me an enema. I said that I trusted her completely.
That's when she kissed me.
I thought that she was just trying to comfort me, but I think that she really liked me. She told me that I was very beautiful and that I have the loveliest blonde hair she had ever seen.
Her lips were so soft on mine, doctor. I totally melted under her touch. I knew at that moment that I loved Nancy with all of my heart.
She sat me up in the bed and pulled my nightgown off. I wasn't even embarrassed. Usually, I am too embarrassed to let people see me without any clothes on. That includes my own parents.
But it was different with Nancy.
She said that I had a lovely body for a twelve year old and that I would develop into a lovely woman. She said that my tits were very cute and that I was well developed for a girl my age.
My titties aren't very big. They remind me of two apricots fastened to my chest. But, Nancy bent down and kissed them and then began sucking on them. She said that anything more than a mouthful was wasted. I guess that was a joke.
My titties felt really good when she kissed them. My pink little nipples got so firm that they felt like marbles. They turned bright red. She sucked them until I could feel my pussy get wet.
All of this was so new for me, doctor. I had never masturbated before or even thought about sex. And there I was lying in a hospital bed with a beautiful nurse sucking on my tits and my pussy was getting wet.
Nancy pulled the curtain around the bed so that anyone walking down the hall couldn't look in. And then she started fiddling around with my pussy. I was getting wetter and wetter by the minute.
She said that I have a very pretty pussy. I said that I wished I could have more hair on my cunt, but she only laughed and said I would have plenty when I got older.
She began toying with the little blonde pubes that were just starting to grow on my pussy. Then she used her fingers to spread my pussy apart.
I looked down and saw that my pussy was all pink and fresh looking inside. It sort of had that moist fresh look of a cantaloupe. When she put her fingers on my pussy I thought I would jump right off the bed. It felt so nice.
I was sort of frightened and asked Nancy to stop. I was afraid that she was going to hurt me, but then she smiled at me and told me that everything would be all right. I trusted her and let her do whatever she wanted.
She leaned down and started licking my pussy. It felt so warm and wet. It was a delicious feeling.
Her tongue went inside of me and I spread my legs very far apart. It felt so nice. She began flicking her tongue against my little clitoris and it got so hard, doctor. She said I had a very nice clit and then she started sucking on it.
I was going crazy with the pleasure that her mouth was giving me. Perspiration was running down my thighs and her fingers were starting to explore my pussy hole while her tongue flicked against my clit. The entire room seemed to sway to the rhythm of the pleasure that engulfed me.
Nancy reached inside her uniform and pulled out one of her tits. It was so big and well formed. It really got me excited to see it. Her nipple was very brown and it was erect. I guess she was turned on from playing around with me.
She pushed the hard nipple against my clit, and I shuddered with pleasure at its soft feel. Then she pushed the tip of her breast inside my pussy. Oh, doctor, it felt so wonderful.
Can you imagine that, she was fucking me with her tit.
I was writhing around on the bed totally mesmerized by the sensations that she was giving me.
All of a sudden, this wild feeling shot through me. I could hardly contain myself. I screamed and everything spun around me. Nancy said that I had experienced my first orgasm. She said that I would have many more in my life and that it was good that she showed me how to have my first one.
I asked her if I could make her feel good, too.
She gave me a strange look, and said that we would have to be careful. I told her that I really wanted to give her as much pleasure as she gave me. She thought for a minute and then she pulled her uniform up around her waist and pulled her panty hose down to her ankles.
She swung herself around on the bed so that her cunt was over my face. I had never been so close to a grown woman's pussy before. It sure was exciting. It was so dark and hairy up there between her legs.
What really turned me on was the smell.
I reached up and touched her pussy. It was hot and wet. I guess she had gotten very turned on from sucking on my cunt and fucking it with her tit.
I pushed my fingers inside of her and she groaned. She lowered her pussy to my mouth. It tasted really nice. I was surprised how big her hole was compared to mine. I stuck my tongue inside of her and she groaned and moved around on my tongue.
She told me to suck on her clit. It took me awhile to find it, but when I touched my tongue to it, it sure got hard. There was no mistaking it after that.
It felt really big and hard in my mouth. I sucked it and sucked it and sucked it, and she was absolutely going out of her mind.
She reached down and started squeezing my tits really hard and pumping her cunt against my face.
Then, she shot straight up and stifled a scream as her orgasm shook through her. She sure is a sensuous woman.
She climbed off of me and used a Kleenex to wipe the cunt juices of her sweet pussy off my mouth.
She said that we had really played around much too long and that someone might become suspicious. Nancy said that I would have to have my enema.
I was no longer afraid since she told me that she and her girlfriend gave each other enemas for pleasure.
She took me into the bathroom and had me lean over the toilet bowl. While she was filling the enema bag up with warm soapy water, she put some gooey lubricant in her finger and started pushing it up my asshole.
At first my little asshole revolted against her finger and refused to open up. But, she pushed real hard and it finally slid in. It felt nice.
She sort of pushed her finger around inside my ass and stretched me open a bit, and then she pushed the nozzle of the enema bag into my ass. It sure was big. I was afraid it was going to hurt me. It stretched me really wide.
Finally the nozzle was all the way inside of me, and Nancy released the hot suds inside of me. It felt strange but nice as the water flowed inside my bowels. It made my stomach feel so full.
Nancy told me to hold the water in as long as I could because that way I would get really cleaned out.
While I was holding the water in, she started to kiss me softly on the lips and fondle my little breasts.
I had to cut Sharon off at this point as the time allotted for her appointment had passed. At this juncture, I can only say that the young girl apparently has found a very sensuous woman to break her into the world of sexual pleasure. It seems to me that there isn't any indication of a psychological problem as a result of her experience with the nurse in the hospital. Of course, I must withhold judgment until after her second session with me next week.
INTERVIEW TWO
Sharon was on time for her second interview. She seemed in a good mood and was quite interested in continuing her story. I played her the end of the tape from her first interview, and she continued her story where she had left off.
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After I held the soapy water in my ass for about five minutes, Nancy stopped kissing me and fondling my tits and let me sit down on the toilet.
The soapy water came gushing out of my ass and gave me a feeling of inner cleanliness.
I was surprised when she pulled me up off the toilet seat and told me to bend down and hold my ankles.
She said she wanted to see if I was all cleaned out.
She sure fooled me. She just wanted to fiddle around some more.
She got down on her knees and started tonguing my asshole. I felt really embarrassed to have her do that to me, but it felt so good that soon I relaxed.
She was rubbing my clit with her fingers and running her tongue around inside my ass. I was absolutely going crazy with pleasure. She sure is a good nurse, because she knows how to make people feel wonderful.
Her tongue felt so warm and wet in my ass. I reached around and spread my cheeks so that she could really stick her tongue far up into me. Oh, it was exquisite.
It didn't take long for me to have another orgasm. My body totally relaxed as the wonderful feelings shot through me. My anus opened and closed on her tongue and I felt as though I would faint from the pleasure. I guess I did because the next thing I remember, I was in bed and Nancy was pulling the sheets up on me.
She smiled and said that she would see me again soon.
Unfortunately, Nancy was transferee! to another ward after that and I didn't see her until the day I was to be discharged from the hospital.
I had really missed her and was feeling terribly horny not seeing her. I had masturbated a couple of times while she wasn't around, but it didn't stop my craving for her.
I was so happy to see her when she came to my room. She told me that she heard I was going to be discharged and she gave me her address and told me to come the next Saturday to spend the day with her and her roommate.
My aunt picked me up from the hospital and I told her everything about Nancy. I made her promise not to tell my parents. She said she wouldn't.
I knew my aunt would be very understanding about my little adventure with Nancy. She said there was nothing wrong with two women messing around with each other as long as it didn't cause any emotional disturbances. That's why she had me come and see you.
I can understand her concern, but I assure you that I am not going crazy just because I am in love with Nancy and Cindy. Oh, yea, Cindy is Nancy's lover and roommate. I went to see them last Saturday. It was so nice.
They have a lovely apartment with a balcony and a bar and a huge sunken bathtub.
When I got there I was so nervous, doctor. It had been a week since I saw Nancy last and I wasn't sure how she would react to me. Besides, I felt strange about meeting her lover.
When Nancy opened the door to let me in I knew right away that everything was fine. Nancy gave me a big hello and a warm kiss and told me that she was thrilled that I came over. She said that she wasn't really expecting me, but was pleased that I showed up.
I asked her why she didn't think I would come around, and she explained that she thought that she might have blown my mind when she seduced me. I told her that it was just the opposite, and that I had been thinking about her all week long and looking forward to coming and seeing her and her friend.
Cindy walked out of the bedroom just then and I was shocked to see that she was even more beautiful than Nancy. Cindy had long hair just like Nancy, but hers was red.
They were built just about the same, with big tits and perfectly formed bodies.
Nancy was dressed in tight blue jeans and a tank top; Cindy was wearing hot pants and a bathing suit top. They both looked absolutely devastating. It was strange how much I felt attracted to both of them.
Nancy fixed me a Sloe Gin Fizz and they both had Bloody Marys. It was the first alcoholic drink I ever had, and I loved it. I had another and then another until I was plowed.
I guess they were, too.
Nancy put some disco music on the radio and we all started dancing. We were really getting wild as we danced to the fast music. I guess we were all a bit drunk. Nancy and Cindy started to take off their clothes while they danced.
It was like a strip tease.
Cindy took off her bathing suit top and flung it across the room while she danced. Her lovely breasts bounced up and down while she danced and I really got turned on by them.
I thought about when Nancy put her tit inside my cunt, and I had a fantasy about Cindy doing the same with her lovely tits.
Nancy pulled off her hot pants and I was surprised that she wasn't wearing any underwear. She had really bright red hair on her pussy and it turned me on.
Nancy was starting to undress as well. Nancy pulled her tank top off while she danced and her luscious, tits bounced around. I wished that they were in my mouth. She pulled her jeans off and once more I was looking at the lush patch of black fur between her legs.
I remembered how wonderful it was when her pussy was in my mouth. I started to salivate like a dog just thinking about it.
Nancy told me to take off my clothes. I was a little shy about it, but while I danced I pulled my little white blouse off and my apricot tits bounced around while I danced. Of course, they didn't bounce nearly as much as Nancy or Cindy's but someday they will.
I unbuttoned my skirt and let it drop to the ground and then I stepped out of it. I was only wearing my cotton briefs and my long woolly knee socks and tennis shoes.
Nancy and Cindy danced up close to me and asked me to take off the rest of my clothes. I was drunk and so I thought why not?
I had to sit down to take off my shoes and socks and pull my underwear off.
When I stood up to resume dancing, we all held hands and danced around the room. The next thing I knew, we had danced into the bedroom.
Nancy and Cindy have a real nice water bed. I don't know if you have ever been on one, doctor, but they are a gas.
We all flopped down on the bed and it was like being on a ship on the high seas. We floated around and then things began to get serious.
Nancy started to kiss me on the lips and fondle my little tits. Before I knew what was going on, Cindy was between my legs and she was going to work on my cunt with her tongue.
It felt glorious to have two beautiful girls making love to me at the same time.
I turned over on my back and spread my legs very far apart and Cindy crammed her tongue as far as it would go into my hole. It felt divine. I was whirling around in a fog of pleasure with Cindy working on my cunt and Nancy kneading my breasts and sucking at my mouth as though I were a source of oxygen.
Cindy had placed her hands under my ass and pulled my cunt .up to her face. We continued to roll with the waves created inside the water bed and I thought I was going out of my head. My pussy was dripping with hot juices and my little asshole was opening and closing all by itself.
It was like I was so hot that I was losing control of my bodily functions.
My orgasm started as a tight feeling deep inside my groin and it kept spreading out further and further through my body, until it felt like my body was one big clitoris.
I throbbed and groaned and moaned with delight and wanted to go on forever. But then the orgasm hit me like a bolt of lightning. I practically jumped out of the bed and onto the floor.
Just as I began coming, Cindy jammed two fingers up my ass and it felt exquisite. I pushed as hard as I could to get her fingers far up into my ass. My titties were so firm in Nancy's hands.
My orgasm felt as though I were melting like a bar of chocolate in the sun.
And then all was silent; I was completely spent.
It took me awhile to get my senses back. The two older girls were just laying there waiting for me to make them feel good. I could tell. They had that hungry look in their eyes.
I snuggled up to Cindy and pushed my cunt against hers. She groaned her approval as our clits touched. My lips sought her nipples and took their firmness inside my mouth. We continued to pump each other while Nancy came up behind me.
She had put lubricant on her fingers and was fingering my asshole with two and then three fingers. It felt nice. But, then I felt something big and hard pushing up against my asshole.
It hurt. I tried to pull away from it. I looked around and was surprised to see that she had a huge artificial cock strapped on around her waist. It must of been ten inches long and three inches in diameter.
I just couldn't believe that she was going to put it in my ass. But, she did.
It took a long time for her to force her way inside of me. I tried my best to relax my ass muscles so that it would slide in. Gee, it hurt. I thought it was going to tear me completely apart.
Finally all ten inches had disappeared inside my ass and it felt like a telephone pole was shoved up my ass. I felt impaled on it. But, my attention was soon returned to my pussy as Cindy continued to rub her clit against my very own.
The heat between our legs was immense. It felt like a forest fire was raging in our cunts.
Nancy continued to ram the dildo deep into my ass, which would push me up against Cindy's cunt.
Suddenly, Cindy gave me a look like someone had plunged a dagger into her back and she let go with the most dramatic orgasm one could imagine. She froze completely and became engulfed in her orgasm. She shook and moaned and I simply couldn't believe anyone could derive so much pleasure from me.
I was proud of myself.
Cindy was very thoughtful and continued rubbing her raw clit against mine until the waves of orgasm began to crash down on me. My knees buckled and I could feel the orgasm beginning to pulsate around the tip of the dildo buried deep inside my rectum.
It was a most unusual feeling to have my orgasm start in my ass. It seemed to spin around deep inside of me and then shoot out to my cunt and clit. I knew I was going to pass out again from the supreme pleasure.
Then it hit me full force. My eyes shut and I could see stars, breathing came in short gasps and I was completely helpless. I was almost paralyzed.
I don't know what it is about those girls, but every time they touch me I pass out. It's just too much.
The next thing I knew I was alone on the bed and I could hear water running in the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom.
I got up and walked into the bathroom. My ass was really sore from the dildo that Nancy had stuffed up me, but other than that I felt fine.
The girls were already inside the tub and there were soap bubbles everywhere. It looked like a lot of fun. They smiled at me and asked me to jump in.
I did, and it was delightful.
The water was good and hot and the girls put their arms around me and hugged me tightly. It was just like a love-in.
We all soaked in the tub for awhile, and then our minds turned to sex again.
There was this water massage device inside the bathtub. It was really interesting. It was shaped like a man's erection and had little holes in the end. Nancy turned it on and showed me how it worked.
What a great invention! She pushed it up her cunt and turned the water on and it took only a few seconds for her to start bellowing and thrashing about in the midst of a glorious orgasm.
Cindy took it out of Nancy's cunt, and put it up her own slit. She started kissing me and rubbing my tits with one hand while she directed the water-powered dildo up her cunt with the other.
She shut her eyes tight and then had an orgasm that created waves. I guess she really got turned on, because she kicked and splashed and thrashed around so much that water was flying everywhere.
Finally, it was my turn to feel the water dildo inside of me. It was pretty big sized and me being a young virgin, you could imagine how uncomfortable it was for me to take the giant instrument inside of me.
Nancy helped me.
She gently pushed the throbbing instrument inside of me until it pressed up against my cherry.
I screamed as she shoved it through my membrane. A few drops of blood appeared on the surface of the tub as a sharp pain shot through my body. But then it was over and I enjoyed the feeling of the enormous dildo filling up my virgin hole.
When she turned the water on I thought I would go crazy with pleasure. My God, was it nice. Hot jets of water shooting deep inside of me, sending me higher and higher. I could feel an orgasm building with tremendous speed. After only a few minutes, I closed my eyes and screamed. It was the best orgasm I had ever had.
I love these girls because they keep showing me new ways to feel better.
CONCLUSION
At the termination of this final interview with young Sharon, it seems clear that she has adjusted quite well to her experience with homosexual love. I see no reason why she shouldn't carry on her relationship with these two women. They seem to be gentle with her and not at all desirous of abusing her.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
SUBJECT: Lana R.
AGE: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Lana came to my office without an appointment today. She said she just needed to talk to a psychiatrist and found my name on the medical building directory. Luckily for her, the patient who was scheduled for this hour had to cancel at the last minute. Lana, who is a provocative young brunette, was in tears as she entered my office. The following is a taped transcript of my first interview with her.
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Doctor, I hope you don't mind me coming to your office like this. It's just that I've been so upset ever since I returned from summer camp.
After all the things that happened at camp, I am ashamed to return to my school next week. I know all the girls will be talking about what happened. And when the boys find out, I won't ever get asked out on a date again.
I wish I was dead.
Doctor, I'm not a lesbian, you must believe me. All the girls at camp say I am because of what happened with Miss Kafka.
Her first name is Hilda and she was one of the counselors at Camp Sunshine. I've been going to Camp Sunshine every summer since I was twelve years old, and I never had any problems before.
But, Hilda Kafka was never there before either.
At first I thought that Hilda and I were going to be friends. She comes from Austria and she won a silver medal in gymnastics at the Olympic Games in Munich in 1972.
The camp was very proud to have her on the staff this summer to teach gymnastics and swimming. My family is from Austria also, and so my parents said that I would probably become good friends with her.
Little did they know how close we would become. I shudder to think of what they would say if they knew what Hilda did to me.
When I first met Hilda during the first day at camp, I was really excited to meet her. She is so beautiful, doctor, you wouldn't believe it.
I suppose a lot of people would say that she looks more like a man than a woman, but I don't think so. She is very petite and has very short blonde hair - shorter than most boys wear their hair nowadays.
She is quite muscular, but that's all part of being an athlete. You see, I would like to be a gymnast also. I mean a very good gymnast. My parents have been after me to really crack the whip and try to get accepted to the next Olympic Games. That's why they spent so much money for me to go to Camp Sunshine.
Camp Sunshine is famous for producing top female athletes in swimming and gymnastics. It costs plenty but it's worth it because of the intense training we receive there.
The first day I met Hilda I introduced myself to her in German. My parents are German and we speak the language at home. Hilda was very impressed and we hit it off.
She told me that I was very pretty and that she was looking forward to seeing how I perform on the parallel bars, which is my specialty. It also happens to be her specialty as well.
The next day at gymnastics class, I was absolutely wetting my panties with excitement. It isn't everyday that a girl gets to learn about gymnastics from the great Hilda Kafka.
She looked great in her powder blue leotard. I was wearing one in the same color and she winked at me as if we shared a secret or something. I thought that she meant because we were wearing the same color leotard. Later, I found out what she really meant.
I didn't do exceptionally well in class, but there were plenty of girls who did worse. That's why I was surprised when Hilda asked me to remain behind after class.
All the girls had left the gymnasium and I was left alone with her. I felt honored. But, then she started acting strange.
She wanted me to do some rather difficult maneuvers on the parallel bars to check out my style. She said she would spot me. She sure did. She had her hands all over my breasts and pussy while I was doing the exercises. I didn't know what to do.
You see, doctor, I wasn't sure whether she was doing it on purpose or accidentally. But I had this strange feeling inside that something was wrong.
When I was all through, Hilda put her arms around me and gave me a kiss on the lips. She said that I was very talented and that we should work closely together.
You know how Europeans are always kissing each other? I just didn't know whether she was being friendly or trying to put the make on me. I was afraid to say anything, because if I was wrong I would be terribly embarrassed.
We walked together to the showers and I was shocked that everyone had already left. I was alone with Hilda.
She watched me undress and I was terribly embarrassed. I felt myself turning red all over. I tried hard to act normal, but I don't think I did a very good job of it.
I knew she was staring at my naked body. I have quite a nice figure for a girl my age, I will admit. My breasts aren't large, but they're not small either. I have plenty of brown curls on my pussy, which I am very proud of. When I take a shower, my pussy hairs get all matted and they glisten just like a black girl's hair.
I have very nice thighs and legs, and my ass is very firm. I guess because I'm athletic I'm able to keep my body in good shape.
When Hilda took off her leotard I was absolutely shocked. She was practically as muscular as a man. Even her medium sized breasts seemed as though they were muscle-hard. Her ass, thighs, stomach and legs rippled as she walked. She was just like a muscle man.
There was something strange about her. You know how sports writers are always talking about how women athletes are more like men than women. Well, there was something about Hilda's pussy that just wasn't right. It was like she was a hermaphrodite or something.
I don't know whether you will believe this or not, but it looked almost as though she had a little penis sticking out of the front of her pussy.
I know that she was a woman. I mean she had tits and what seemed like a normal pussy, but where her clitoris should be, it seemed like she had a cock.
When we were in the showers and I got a closer look at her, I realized that it was her clitoris. She just had an enormously large clit. It sure was strange.
When we were in the showers, Hilda asked if it would be all right if she washed me. She said she wanted to feel my muscle tone to see if I was a natural athlete or not.
I froze in fear, because I suspected that she wanted to do much more than just feel my muscles. But I was too afraid to say anything. After all, she is the great Hilda Kafka, and I am just a student.
It did feel good having her rub the soap into my skin. She has such strong hands. It was like getting a massage. When she started rubbing my tits, I knew something was definitely wrong.
She kissed me on the lips while she rubbed my tits. I tried to pretend it wasn't happening. But it was, and there was no way of pretending it wasn't happening.
I looked down and was surprised to see that her over-sized clitoris had become erect just like a boy's penis. It was about two inches long and it was sticking straight out at me.
It was sort of silky pink in color, sort of like a dog's erection and I was terrified of what she might want to do to me with it.
By this time her tongue was shoved deeply into my mouth and her hands were kneading my breasts. I was being raped and I was too afraid to say or do anything about it.
I just stood there in frozen fear.
Then she started to rub my pussy. She knew what she was doing, so I figured she was a lesbian for sure. Her fingers parted my labial lips and she began rubbing my clitoris. I tried not to get turned on, I really did, but she just kept rubbing me and I started to get real hot.
I could feel the hot juices begin to run out of my pussy as her fingers did their job. I started to cry, but it was more like sobbing than crying. What I mean to say is that I was half terrified and half turned on.
Then she touched her little erection against my clit and I knew that she had me. It felt good doctor, it really felt good. Her erection was so hard that it just sent chills up and down my spine as it rubbed against my clit.
Then she tried to push it into my pussy. I had to sort of squat a little so that she could push it in. She is a bit shorter than I and so I had to be a little helpful.
She was so turned on it was almost frightening. Her face was dark red and she was breathing very deeply.
It did feel glorious to have her clit shoved up my slit. I have had sex twice before with boys, and I'll tell you, Hilda's two inch clit felt better than either of the boy's six inch penises. She sure knew how to make that clit do a job on me.
It was so strange for me to be standing under the nozzle of the shower squatting so that Hilda could fuck me with her big clit. I could see by the way she was contorting her face that she was about to come.
Boy, was she ever. She gripped me really hard and started to pump up against me the way a bitch in heat will pump a person's leg. She began yelling out obscenities in German and she experienced several orgasms as she held me in a firm grip.
I wasn't sure how to react, doctor.
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I had to cut Lana short at this point as the hour had slipped past. By what she had told me thus far, it is clear that she was actually raped by the great Hilda Kafka. I am surprised that Lana is taking the situation as well as she does, though I would imagine that there are quite a few female gymnasts who would feel honored to have been seduced by this notable. Still, I think it will take another interview to ascertain the extent of the post-rape trauma that Lana seems to be exhibiting signs of. I scheduled her for a second interview with me next week.
INTERVIEW TWO
Lana seemed a bit more relaxed when she showed up for her second interview. She explained to me that school had started and that things had not turned out nearly as badly as she had anticipated. Apparently, all the rumors about her being a lesbian were forgotten in the excitement of the new semester. Already she had been asked out on several dates and Lana was feeling quite sure of herself, but for some residual effects of the relationship with Hilda Kafka. Apparently, Hilda had remained in the community where Lana lives with her family and had made several phone calls to Lana at home after school trying to set up a meeting. Lana seems to be rather confused about this.
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As I remember, doctor, I was telling you about what happened in the shower with Hilda when I met with you last week.
I suppose I should continue from where I left off.
After Hilda had finished with her orgasm, I didn't say anything. I guess I just wanted to pretend that nothing happened.
I went back to washing myself. I bent down and was washing my feet when all of a sudden Hilda grabbed me around the waist.
I felt her erect little pseudo-penis pushing up against my asshole. That was funky! I had already been through too much.
I figured enough was enough already. I tried to break loose from her grip, but she was too strong. Her clit was so hard, it was just like a cock and it was pressing hard against my little anus.
I knew I couldn't scream because I wouldn't want anyone to know what was happening. I was in an awkward position bent over with my feet practically touching the ground.
Hilda just wouldn't let me up.
She kept shoving her little cock harder and harder against my ass. Finally, she overcame the strength of my sphincter muscle and her clitoris slid into my asshole.
I must admit, it didn't feel half as bad as I thought it would.
She reached around and started fiddling with my little clitoris while she fucked me with her big one.
Her clit felt smooth and hot as it slid in and out of my ass with staccato like rhythm. Her fingers stroked my clit with great finesse, and it wasn't long until I was quite turned on.
I was breathing hard and could barely contain myself. I suppose the combination of the sensation in my clit and the hard clit shoved up my ass triggered my response, but it was the best climax I had ever experienced.
My ass muscles clamped down firmly on her clit so that it pulled and stretched as she pumped me. This must have really turned her on because she dug her nails into my back while she stroked my clit. I was absolutely going crazy.
I felt a spasm begin deep within my clitoris and it soon spread throughout my groin and crept deep inside my rectum. My breasts pulsated with hot lust and I could barely swallow as my throat and mouth had completely dried out from the passion I was experiencing.
My knees buckled as my orgasm overwhelmed me and I collapsed to my knees on the hard tile floor of the shower. Hilda came soon after I did and fell on me in the midst of a frenzied orgasm.
We writhed around on the slippery floor together for many minutes kissing and enjoying the thrill of our mutual orgasms.
I'll tell you, Hilda is much more than just an athlete when it comes to athletics. She is also a sexual athlete.
Before I knew what was going on she was kneeling before me and spreading my legs apart. The water from the nozzle was running down on my pussy, and I found it quite stimulating. The next thing I knew, Hilda's mouth was doing a job on my cunt.
Her tongue was almost as muscular as her legs and arms. It stroked my clit with amazing power and my entire body felt as though I was going to take off and fly somewhere.
Her hands went to work on my tits and they were soon aching from the punishment her muscular hands dished out to them. I was absolutely swooning with delight as her tongue took me higher and higher up the stairway to orgasm.
She began nibbling at my clit and that was definitely the clincher. My orgasm awakened in me, and set off a chain reaction of orgasms that seemingly had no end. I was gripped within a vice of sexual manipulation from which there was no escape.
I lost count after my eighth orgasm and I must have blacked out. The next thing I remember, Hilda and I were sitting on a bench in front of our lockers and she was drying me with a towel.
She told me that I was great to mess around with and that she hoped that we would continue our friendship. I told her that I liked boys and that I didn't want to continue our relationship the way it was developing.
Well, doctor, I tried to be real. But Hilda didn't even understand how I felt.
She said that in that case she would no longer coach me in gymnastics. It was a situation of which is worse, the frying pan or the fire. I knew that if I didn't come away from summer camp without some new skills in gymnastics, that I would stand little if any chance of making the Olympic team.
I told her that she was a bitch for blackmailing me like that, but she only laughed and said it was a fair exchange.
And so every day after exercise class, she would make me perform strange sexual acts with her.
As the weeks dragged on, she seemed to become more and more bizarre in her sexual tastes.
One day she took me out into the forest and tied me to a tree. She had made me take my clothes off and the bark from the tree was cutting into me because she had tied me so tightly with the leather straps.
I could barely turn my head to see what she was doing. She had taken off all her clothing and was standing behind me with a long brown leather whip in her hand.
I pleaded with her not to hurt me, but she only laughed and said that in Sparta, athletes had to suffer much worse in order to be hardened for the sports arena.
The whip stung terribly as it bit into the soft flesh of my ass and upper thighs. I thought I would pass out in pain as the whip lifted layers of skin off my back.
I could feel the welts rising on my skin and the blood trickling down my backside.
But what's really strange doctor, is that it actually began to feel good. I know you are going to think I'm crazy, but I started to get turned on from being whipped.
At first the sharp pains from the lash of the whip caused hot flashes of pain to shoot through my body, but after awhile these pains became pleasurable.
I don't know if you could really understand this doctor, but I actually enjoyed the pain. I was terribly afraid that I was becoming perverse. I have heard about men and women who get sexual thrills from being whipped or bruised or beaten, but I didn't want to be like them.
I want to be normal, doctor.
It felt like I was going to have an orgasm from the whipping. I tried to fight it. I guess I just didn't want to accept the fact that pain could give me pleasure.
But it did doctor, it really did.
I felt a strong orgasm begin to flood my senses. It didn't matter to me that pieces of bark from the tree to which I was tied were cutting deeply into my tits, stomach and thighs.
I no longer cared at all about the leather tip of the whip as it cracked against my skin, making my back look like a battlefield.
All I cared about was the exquisite pain.
When at last my orgasm arrived, it was even better than the last one Hilda had given me. My body completely shook with joy and sharp, sweet pain engulfed me.
I can't explain it, doctor. When I was little, I always hated pain. When I would fall off my bicycle and skin my knees, I would cry for hours.
When my father would spank me when I was younger, I hated it. No, pain was something I always feared.
But, with Hilda it was different.
When my orgasm had subsided, and I was no longer moaning with pleasure, she cut me down from the tree and shoved the handle of the whip up my cunt.
It was all sweaty and rough from her hand gripping it so tightly, and it felt wonderful as it slid deep inside of me. I pushed my thighs together so that I could really feel the pressure of it inside of me.
This pleased her because she started sucking on my tits and telling me that she loved me. Can you imagine how proud I was to be loved by the great Hilda Kafka?
She made me come again and again with the handle of the whip.
And then she begged me to whip her. Can you imagine that? I felt so silly and awkward as I tied her to the tree with the leather straps.
She looked lovely tied to the tree. I tied her so that she faced me rather than the tree. She told me she wanted it that way. I asked her if she wasn't afraid that the whip would hurt her tits and cunt.
She only said that she was tough and could handle anything I could dish out.
So I started to whip her. I have never used a whip before that and so it took me awhile to get the hang of it.
At first I was much too high, and the end of the whip lashed across her face. She grimaced, but only smiled as blood trickled from the cut the whip left across her face.
She looked like she had just been slashed across the face by a saber. It reminded me of those scars the German students used to have on their faces from dues. My second go at the whip was a little closer to target. It cracked across her tits, right over her nipples. She screamed in pain as blood began flowing from her nipples.
But, then she smiled again. She was a strange woman. But, perhaps I am even stranger, because I was getting turned on from whipping her. Can you imagine that, doctor?
After several more goes at the whip, I was quite good. I could direct lashed from ten feet away across her belly and thighs. I learned how to make the whip wrap around her thigh so that a welt completely surrounded her leg.
I hit the bulls eye when the whip cracked against her cunt. She really screamed when I did that, but soon was smiling again. I kept whipping her cunt and blood was really beginning to flow.
She just kept panting and smiling. I couldn't believe it, but her clitoris was becoming hard and was sticking straight out again. I aimed for it and got it on the second try. She strained against the straps and screamed in horrified pain.
I asked her if she had enough, but she said no! She actually wanted more. And so I gave her more.
I kept aiming for her clit. The whip cracked against it, and she would scream, only to smile again. She was really panting and I think she had already come several times.
But her biggest orgasm came when I cracked the whip as hard as I could right against the tip of her clit. Her knees buckled and she screamed. But, this time she didn't scream in pain but in joy. She continued to scream and bellow as wave after wave of orgasm crashed down on her.
Finally, she asked me to cut her down from the tree. I complied, and as she was set free, she cocked her arm back and connected with a right upper cut to my jaw.
My head whirled and I nearly blacked out. When I regained my composure, I asked her why she had hit me. She laughed, and said she did it just to show me who was boss.
We really looked a sight standing out there in the forest completely covered in welts and dried blood.
She took a can of thick grease out of her purse and said that we should rub it on each other's wounds so that they would heal quickly.
The thick grease felt good as she rubbed it into my skin. She sighed heavily as I rubbed her with it, so I assume that she enjoyed the sensation as much as I did.
We then dressed, leaving the grease on overnight and walked back to the camp.
We both skipped gymnastics for several days as we didn't want any of the girls to see our scars.
That's when I started to become paranoid that the girls were talking about us. They would shoot questioning glances at me whenever I was talking with Hilda.
I guess my fears were unfounded though as when I returned from camp and school started, no one seemed to remember how I spent so much time with Hilda up at summer camp. I guess they all figured that we were just close friends because of the gymnastics and all.
Hilda moved into the city after camp was through to start a gymnasium. She called me last week after I saw you and invited me out with her for a walk in the country.
We drove out to the country, and she was so different than she was at camp. She was actually gentle and romantic. It's strange, but I sort of missed the rough times we had shared together up at Camp Sunshine.
As we walked through the meadows, she told me about her native country. She said she grew up in Salzburg and she would go on weekends out into the country to pick wild flowers and swim in the famous lakes that surround the old city.
This was an entirely new side of Hilda, and I found myself falling in love with her all over again.
She picked a bouquet of lovely wild flowers and gave them to me. She said that she would always love me and that she hoped we would be able to carry on a relationship.
I was touched.
She even went so far as to volunteer to be my coach at the Olympic games. She feels certain that I will make the team. She says that I am tough and strong and have what it takes to make an outstanding female athlete.
I sure felt proud to have a friend like Hilda Kafka.
We made love among the wild flowers and it was delightful. She was so gentle with me, I just couldn't imagine what had come over her.
After we had stripped off our clothes she lay on top of me and pumped me with her little pseudo-penis. It was good to feel the hot piece of meat again after so long.
When she slid it inside of me I thought I would come right then and there. It felt better than any man's cock could ever feel. I guess I realized at that point that I really loved Hilda Kafka and probably will love her for the rest of my life.
After we had both enjoyed a brilliant orgasm, she proposed to me. She actually asked me to marry her.
I told her that I didn't think women can marry each other in the United States. She said that she knew a priest in San Francisco who would marry us.
I felt strange accepting her proposal, but I did. I knew that I loved her and nothing else mattered. We made plans to fly to San Francisco together during Christmas vacation.
My parents, of course, know nothing of this. They think that Hilda and I are just good friends and athletic colleagues. Everything seems perfect.
But, doctor, I just feel strange. You know, like is it bad that I've fallen in love with another woman? Please tell me what I should do. I don't mind being a lesbian, but I want to be able to accept it fully.
CONCLUSION
It seemed quite apparent to me following this second interview with Lana that she had indeed become a lesbian. In this situation, I believe that it was quite a healthy development. She truly seems to be in love with Hilda and I think that their proposed marriage should give them the feeling of conventionality that Lana so desperately seems to need. I offered her my congratulations and wished her the best of luck in the upcoming Olympic games.
Before her last session, however, Lana made a strange request. Could I, as a practicing physician, possibly prescribe certain hormone injections for her?
When I refused, on ethical grounds, Lana seemed distraught. But I am sure she will understand my position when she returns to the United States with her Gold Medals.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
In these cases that I have personally selected from my vast medical files, I have hoped to present to the lay as well as professional reader a cross section of the various avenues of psychological reaction to lesbian experience among young girls.
I believe it is important that we come to a better understanding of the place in our society where such young girls belong. It is quite clear to me as a practicing psychotherapist that female homosexuality is on the upswing in our society. It is in our best interests to try to come to a deeper understanding of the causes and effects of lesbian practices in America. After all, they are as much citizens of this nation as we are and are entitled to understanding. I feel that with understanding these girls can grow into productive and highly useful citizens.
Recently, I attended an international conference on Psychiatric Approaches to Female Homosexuality held in Dusseldorf West Germany. I would like to share some of the topics that were discussed at this timely meeting of some of the greatest heads in the world today.
Dr. Irving Lefcowitz, head of the department of psychiatry at the University of Berlin, explained in a timely speech that female homosexuality is on the upswing in all western cultures. He said that women are feeling more and more frustrated by the roles in which men force them to conform.
It was his opinion that as women become increasingly aware of the power of their clitoris, that they will turn away from western man and seek sexual relief among women.
He pointed out in this highly original bit of thinking, that women just do not understand the nature of men's primitive lust. They are better acclimated to giving and receiving sexual pleasure from each other than messing around with men.
Dr. Lefcowitz pointed out that one of the results of this situation might be increased sexual alienation among men, which might translate into an increase in male homosexuality.
