As a practicing psychiatrist I have run across many different cases, involving many different aspects of sexual problems and sexual delights. For this particular manuscript, I have decided to compile a selection of interviews, dealing with one general theme-that of older men into younger women, or younger women into older men, whichever the case may be.
I have found that there are many fascinating examples in my files of young women who are attracted to older men for whatever reason. Some are driven to it because of lack of a father image, some are driven to it because of a bad experience with a younger man, and in the hopes of finding a true, and a somewhat more mature love affair.
I hope that the proceeding pages will give you, the reader, a deeper insight into the many possibilities that lie open to you if you are, or plan to get involved with a young woman, or in a woman's case, an older, wiser and more mature man.
There are many different avenues of approach, and I have tried to include enough variation in my case histories so that the reader can get a broad picture of the subject.
I hope, therefore, that you find the following interesting and helpful to you, in whatever way possible.
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CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Jenny R. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
As I sit here looking over my notes, compiling and collecting my thoughts to complete this manuscript, I remember young Jenny R. explicitly.
Jenny was far from your average young lady. She had wit, charm, and above all, a body that was quite stunning, certainly all adding up to give her a total appeal, an appeal that, as she explained to me in quite detail, make her prey for many an unwanted predator.
Here then, just as she told it to me several months ago, is Jenny's story. I hope that you get enjoyment and knowledge from reading it.
I have come to you as a last resort Doctor, I just don't know what to do. What started out to be an innocent romp, has turned into a disastrous affair which is totally out of control. I don't know what I'm going to do. I suppose that I should tell you all the gory details, so that you can better understand the predicament that I'm now in.
I sure hope you can help me Doctor, and please don't mind my language, sometimes I get kind of descriptive.
Well, it happened, I mean it started, just a few months ago. My father is a traveling salesman, and he was planning a three day weekend in Chicago.
My mother wasn't going to go with him at first, but I guess he was horny, and wanted her along. They have always been very much in love with one another, and I know that they fucked their brains out constantly.
Anyway, Doctor, my mother finally consented on going on the trip to Chicago with him, only after her brother Bob, my very own Uncle Bob, agreed to take care of me for the weekend.
Oh, Doctor, if I'd only known how he was going to take care of me, I never would have gone to stay with him. How was I to know he had rape on his mind?
Well, I don't want to get ahead of my story, and it did all start relatively innocent. Here's what happened that weekend Doctor, and I sure hope you can help me.
My parents left around supper time on Friday night. My mother drove me over to my Uncle Bob's, who only lived about three miles from our house.
My mother had packed a small bag for me, containing a little nightie she had bought me for Christmas, my tooth brush, and a couple of changes in case Uncle Bob took me out.
If I had known then what Uncle Bob had on his mind, I wouldn't have had to pack anything other than my own young body. That was all Uncle Bob was interested in, believe you me!
I had always liked my Uncle Bob. I guess seeing that he was my only Uncle had a lot to do with it. He was always buying me presents and paying me special attention, but I always took it because he was my Uncle, never anything sexual.
Although I was quite young in my mind a few months ago, my body, as you can clearly see Doctor, has blossomed quite nicely. I'm proud to say that I'm a thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six. I know that these measurements had a lot to do with my Uncle's incredible attraction, and eventual rape of me.
In some ways, I wish I was ugly and fat, and then my Uncle Bob wouldn't have done all of the degrading sexual acts that he did to me. But, I can't help the way I am, and I guess Uncle Bob can't help the way he is either.
I arrived at his house all bubbly, ready for an exciting weekend. He always bought me things and took me places whenever I saw him, and knew that this weekend would be no exception. I had never spent a night with him, alone that is, and I was actually looking forward to it. What a stupid, innocent fool I was. Live and learn, hey Doctor?
So anyway, I bounced into his house, gave my mother a big hug, told her to have a nice three-day weekend, and went into Uncle Bob's spare bedroom, my room for the weekend. I wanted to get my few things put away, so that Uncle Bob and I could talk or maybe go to a movie. I love movies.
I realize now that my Uncle Bob had the whole weekend planned out in advance. Movies were not something that he had on the agenda it was my pussy and my ass that was on his mind, and that was all.
After I put my things away, I told Uncle Bob that I was going to take a shower.
"Oh, that would be nice, Jenny," he said, looking me over from head to foot. Uncle Bob had always paid me a lot of attention, as I have already said, but this look was different. If I was at all on my toes, I would have realized that he was checking me out, looking at me with lust and determination in his eyes.
I couldn't figure out exactly what the look meant, other than he seemed to be a little more friendly than usual.
"I won't be more than a couple of minutes, Uncle Bob," I told him innocently, "then maybe we could go to a movie? There's a good horror flick at the Rialto I've been dying to see."
I smiled at him, and closed the bedroom door. There was a bath right off my room, so I felt as if I had all the privacy in the world. I realize now the wise thing, other than not being there at all, would have been to lock the door. But, like I said, I was innocent, very innocent, and I wasn't expecting any sexual advances from my very own Uncle Bob.
I slipped out of my tight-fitting faded levis, which hugged my ass incredibly well. Mother always told me that they were too tight, but I told her that that was the way all the girls in school wore them, and I didn't want anyone to think I was square.
I unclasped my bra, releasing my two huge breasts. They were especially large for my age, I knew that. All the other girls in gym class used to look at me with envy. It made me feel kind of proud that I had developed so well, at such a young age, I only wish now that I had used my body in sexual affairs, then perhaps my first sexual experience, my dreadful sexual experience with Uncle Bob wouldn't have been so traumatic for me.
There was a long, full-length mirror against one wall of the small bedroom, and I stood there looking at myself in it. My gigantic tits, even without my bra, were standing out proud and strong. They were built so well, and so young and firm, that they stood out in a tiny upward curve, making me, I realize now, quite appealing to my horny Uncle Bob.
I was wearing a pair of pink-laced panties, which were slightly on the sheer side. You could see the little V of my cunt, and a trace of pubic hair curled around the edges of them, because they were so skimpy.
I guess I should have realized that I was a voluptuous young woman, instead of a scrawny little teenager, which was kind of how I felt. I know that being a virgin, never having experienced love, was made me feel so young.
That was all to change in a very short period of time!
I slowly pulled the tight-fitting little panties down over my curvaceous and firm ass, and stood there totally naked. I don't know why I was gazing at myself so long, but I was.
I walked naked into the bathroom, and got the tap water running to the desired temperature. I jumped in, pulling the shower curtain across the rod behind me. . The steaming sprays felt good on my naked body. Of course the sound of the pouring water prevented me from hearing Uncle Bob come into the bedroom. If I had heard him, I would have at least been somewhat on guard, I think anyway.
I washed my body thoroughly, getting plenty of soap on my titties, and especially inside my pussy. The more I think of it now, Doctor, I was really a different person then. I didn't even masturbate. There I was, with an over-developed beautiful body, and hadn't even used it for anything with anybody. I sure wish I had. If I wasn't so damn inexperienced, I would have been able to handle Uncle Bob a lot better, or at least what he did to me wouldn't have been so painful and mentally humiliating and degrading.
I washed and rinsed my long blonde hair, and then shut off the shower. I jumped out, dried myself off, and then put a large white towel around my body. My huge tits helped it to stay up on my curvaceous young body without any tie or anything like that.
I walked out into the bedroom, as innocent as could be, and there was Uncle Bob.
"Ohhh," I said with a start, seeing him lying across the big double bed, his shirt off, his naked chest and muscular torso staring me in the face.
I have to admit Doctor, he was and still is, a very handsome man. My Uncle Bob is about forty, but he sure kept himself in great shape for a man his age.
His muscles were rippling as he lay there staring at me, looking me up and down with a look I had never seen on his face before.
I suddenly felt extremely naked in front of him. My tits and my pussy were covered, but just barely. My huge breasts pushed the fluffy towel way out in front of my body, and the towel was wrapped so that it just covered my cunt from his sight. If I had put my arms over my head, my love hole would have been clearly exhibited.
"You look pretty, Jenny," he said, in a strange voice. There was a certain animalistic quality coming to him that made me quiver as I stood there. I didn't know what to do or say, so for quite a while I was speechless.
I didn't even move, Doctor, I was too scared. I was beginning to realize that I was being confronted sexually by my very own Uncle Bob, and that was a little hard for me to handle in my mind.
"I've always wanted to see you with less clothes on," he said, running his eyes up and down my long thin legs once again. I could feel his eyes searing my flesh as he continued to check me out. I saw his eyes widening and narrowing with a devilish gleam. I was getting more and more frightened as the long seconds dragged slowly by.
"Uncle Bob," I finally screamed, my voice a little cracky, "what are you doing in here. Get out, I have to get dressed." I was trying to refrain from getting hysterical, but I guess it was finally dawning on me that Uncle Bob was after my ass, literally!
"Don't mind me, Jenny, go ahead and do whatever you have to do. I won't get in the way, I'll just sit here and watch."
"Get out," I yelled at him once more, but he just lay there on the bed.
I let my eyes quickly glance down do his crotch. He was wearing a pair of tight-fitting blue pants, and the bulge in his crotch was getting larger by the second. I knew that he had a hard-on, and I knew that that hard-on was because of me.
I trembled as I looked at him. I know now that if I had had sex before, I probably would have been excited at his appearance. He was beginning to sweat, and the slight perspiration was running across his rippling chest and stomach muscles. I know that many women would have found him extremely enticing, but to me, right then and there, I was scared shitless of him.
I suddenly felt five years old and totally helpless. I didn't know what to do. I felt defenseless, standing there practically naked, with my very own Uncle cruising me up and down like some kind of a wild sex-starved jungle beast.
I wanted to be cool, to pretend every thing was okay. I was afraid to show him the degree of fear that was coursing through my young inexperienced body, but I knew that I wasn't doing a very good job. I knew my fear was showing, and that he was enjoying it. My fear made him feel even more powerful, more in control, and it put me more at his mercy every passing second. It was awful, Doctor, really and truly awful.
I finally snapped out of my frightened trance, and realized that I would feel a lot safer, a lot more at ease, if I could just get some clothes on my partially nude young body.
I headed for the closet, where I had hung up my jeans and a blouse. I had to pass the edge of the bed to get to it, and as I did Uncle Bob reached out and grabbed my hand.
I screamed at this first physical contact, I guess I realized for sure right then and there what was going to happen. I know now I shouldn't have screamed, because rape was on my uncle's mind, and my fighting him made it all the more exciting to him.
"Leave me alone," I screamed, somewhat faintly, as he dug his fingers into my slender wrist. He pulled me over on the bed, forcing me onto the large mattress.
I looked up at him, towering over me, and he had the biggest grin on his face. I was shaking all over, and tears started running down my face.
I noticed that Jenny was getting quite worked-up as she was telling the story, and actual tears started running down her face again. I told her that it would be better if she returned the following day to finish her story.
She agreed that that would be best, and left my office weeping.
INTERVIEW TWO
The next afternoon Jenny returned to my office. She seemed to be completely in control of her emotions. She was looking beautiful, wearing a mini-skirt and a tight-fitting blouse. I told her to continue where she left off, and not to worry, that by talking it all out she would feel much much better.
Where was I Doctor? Oh yes, Uncle Bob had just pulled me down on the bed. He didn't jump on top of me right away, he just gazed into my eyes, that devilish grin of his widening with every breath he took. I could hear him panting somewhat, and knew that he was getting himself more and more worked up. I knew for sure that he was going to rape me, and what frightened me was that there wasn't a thing I could do about it.
My parents were away for three days, and my Uncle lived at the very end of a dead-end street. The nearest house to his was quite some distance, and even if I screamed, I didn't think anyone would hear me. As it was, I was too frightened to even scream. I just lay there on the bed, cowering, whimpering madly, realizing I was totally in his control. I was going to have to let him do whatever he wanted to me, without putting up any sort of a fight. It would have been useless. My Uncle is a strong and large man. He had me all right, for sure.
"I've wanted you for a long time, Jenny," he said to me, beginning to roll over on top of me. I still had the towel around me, and I could feel his bare chest rubbing against my throbbing titties.
I wanted to scream out, but I was too frightened. I just looked up into his eyes with a pleading look, a look that was begging him not to do this degrading thing to me. But, I knew it was useless. Nothing would have stopped my Uncle Bob from raping me, nothing!
I felt Uncle Bob's big cock pressing against the smoothness of my bare thigh. The thought of it ramming in and out of my virgin cunt hole, scared me to death.
I tried in vain to push him off me. He seemed to laugh at my attempt, and it only made him more excited. I knew that the harder I fought, the more he was going to enjoy raping me. I made up my mind that even though I wasn't going to enjoy what he was doing to me, I wasn't going to fight him. There was no way I could avoid his sexual advances, so I may as well make the best of it, I thought to myself, as he became more and more aggressive.
Suddenly he became like an animal. His breathing picked up considerably, and loud moans of sadistic sexual pleasure emanated from his handsome manly mouth.
With one quick motion, he lifted slightly off my tortured body, and jerked the damp towel away from me. I was lying there totally naked, totally at his beck and call.
He cried out with joy when he finally saw my entire naked body, in full view, in all its young womanly splendor. After a few long moments of just looking at me, marveling in my tender body, realizing that it was all his, to do with what he wanted, he attacked me.
He began kissing me on the neck, sucking my blood to the surface. I didn't know it at the time, but I was going to have a huge ring of bright red hickeys the following morning, hickeys that on Monday I would be covering up with heavy make-up and turtle-neck sweaters to avoid my parents from seeing them.
He sucked and sucked on my neck, and then began to slowly work his way down my body.
I dug my fingernails into the bed sheets for some sort of support from his attack. He wasn't being at all gentle with me. He was really tearing into me, using me completely, devouring my body and my spirit, robbing it of its purity, its virginity.
He was letting a lot of saliva pour out of his mouth as he lowered his licking tongue down onto my breasts. He made large circles around each one of my two stacks of womanly flesh, until he zeroed in on my taut nipples.
I don't know why, but my nipples became very stiff when he started licking them. I suppose in one way I was excited, but the fear that was coursing throughout my young ravaged body far outweighed any pleasure that I may have received.
My body trembled as he chomped on my nipples. What started o u t as a slow sucking of my right nipple, made way for new and better things. No sooner had he done this to me, when he chomped down on my other one.
He took his two powerful hands and began kneading my tits, pushing them up and out, and then chomping on the nipples all over again. He kept this up for a long time, obviously relishing in my young firm tits, enjoying them thoroughly, sadistically, and completely.
He slid his body down so that his tongue was on my stomach, flying in and out of his mouth savagely, spewing large amounts of spit over my smooth-skinned belly.
I could feel all of his hot saliva running across my tummy and it revolted me. It seemed that everything he was doing was revolting me, and I know it was because he was forcing me.
I dug my long fingernails into his broad shoulders as he worked his sucking mouth down over my body, until it rested on top of my cunt.
He didn't waste any time. He parted my cunt lips with his hot tongue and began shooting his tongue in and out of my hole. Of course he couldn't get all the way in, because I was a virgin. However, he was soon to clear the path with his big love pole, causing me to bleed, and giving me more pain than I had ever experienced before in my life.
It didn't take too long before he was tired of fooling around. He had fucking on his mind, all right, and he wanted to get down to it. He had had enough foreplay. He was ready for action, ready for some good old-fashioned screwing, and I was his target for the evening, for that matter the weekend.
He suddenly jumped up off the bed, and tore his pants off. I got a look at my first cock. Oh, I had seen my father's cock a couple of times when he was on the way to the shower, but it wasn't stiff, and I'm sure that even if it had been it wouldn't have been as large as Uncle Bob's.
I know it looked especially large to me because it was the first stiff prick I ever laid eyes on, but I swear to you Doctor, it had to be at least ten inches long. It looked thick, too, heavy with come, and raring to go.
I started shaking uncontrollably when I looked at it, trying to imagine it running up into my tight young virgin pussy. I knew it was going to rip me apart, and I was scared. If it only hadn't been so damned big I don't think I would have been as frightened, and I don't think the pain of losing my virginity would have been so incredibly intense, as it turned out to be.
His mouth was opened slightly, and the look on his face was almost demonic as he jumped on top of me. He must have known that my pussy would be extremely tight, because he spit some of his own saliva out onto his fingertips and rubbed it all over his throbbing prick. T saw the monstrous organ jump in response to his own touch, and knew that he and it were ready to fuck, more than ready to fuck.
"Please don't do this to me," I begged my Uncle Bob, hoping that one more futile plea might help him change his mind, or at least go easy on me.
"Shut up, you little bitch. I've wanted to fuck you for two years, and now's my chance. Nothing you say is going to stop me, so just shut the fuck up and enjoy it."
I knew there was nothing more I could do or say. It was a futile attempt in any event, but it was a chance that I had to say.
Uncle Bob worked his spit into his throbbing cock forcefully, getting the long shaft covered with saliva. It was ready, and he was ready. I wasn't, believe me!
With one hand he guided his fat juicy cock head up against my cunt hole, and then with one mighty shove he sent all ten inches of his prick into me.
I screamed out as my cherry burst, and felt the warm blood drooling down over my thighs. The pain was a pain that I had never experienced before in my life. I didn't think that there could be a pain that severe, from anyone or anything.
Uncle Bob screamed out with pleasure, as I screamed out with agony. He let his cock sink all the way into my pussy, and I felt like someone was shoving a telephone pole up my pussy.
Deeper and deeper it went. I thought the fucking thing was going to come right out my back it was so damned big. Once the cock was all the way into me, and his body crashed into mine, crushing me into the firm mattress, he immediately pulled his shaft out of my hole, only to send it once again flying into my pussy.
He started with a slow steady rhythm, and then quickened his pace until he was fucking the living shit out of me. I couldn't believe how savage he was becoming.
Over and over again Uncle Bob sent his ram-rod into my pussy, filling my love hole to the brim, extracting it, and then filling it all over again.
I think I went into some kind of mental and physical shock, because after I lost my cherry and the initial penetration was over, I felt very little.
It was as if a strange numbness had swept over my nervous system. The pain was gone, but there wasn't any pleasure either. Just nothingness, nothingness that made me sob uncontrollably.
As he kept plowing into me, my cries and whimpers increased until my face was flooded with my own tears and perspiration. I felt used and abused, abandoned by all sense of moralities and every thing that was good and clean.
I felt as if my world was over, my womanhood would never be returned, and that I was wasted as an individual for the rest of the life.
To say that I was traumatized would be an understatement. I have never felt as low as I did right at that second. My body was being brutalized, but so was my heart and soul, and more important, my spirit.
As Uncle Bob continued to slam his big prick in and out of my bleeding tight pussy, each thrust seeming to be more savage and determined than the one preceding it, my mind began to wander.
I started thinking that when this episode was over, if indeed it ever would be, that I would never again let a man touch me. I felt that Uncle Bob was ruining me for life, robbing me of the very thing that most women hold so precious to them, the love, both physical and emotional, of a man.
"Oh, I'm going to come," Uncle Bob screamed, "I'm going to come."
I was glad that he was going to come, because I thought that that would be the end of the whole affair. Oh, if only had been Doctor, but it wasn't. My affair with my Uncle had only just begun.
Suddenly I felt the pace of Uncle Bob's fucking almost double. He rammed his prick in and out of me feverishly, nearing his orgasm with every new stroke.
He grabbed hold of my hair as he continued pummeling me, pulling it almost out by the roots. The pain that that caused me I hardly felt. The fucking was what was consuming all of my mental thoughts.
He started sweating like a pig. His perspiration was dripping down onto my tits and my face, and the smell of his manly odors sickened me.
Again I stress, Doctor, that if the circumstances had been different, if my Uncle Bob had made love gently to me, passionately and emotionally, it may have been a completely different story. As it was, it was the most degrading experience of my entire life.
All of a sudden he began to come. I felt his hot sticky love juice filling my pussy to the brim. He kept slamming in and out of my cunt, spewing more and more fluids up my hole.
So much come spewed out of his gigantic love pole that it overflowed my tight little pussy and dribbled out, down over my thighs, mixing with the blood from my burst cherry.
Finally, it was all over, at least for the moment. Uncle Bob didn't pull his cock right out of me, not for quite a while. He just lay there on top of me, his cock going limp inside my woman hole, pressing his body weight onto me, curshing me into the firm mattress.
All the time I was whimpering softly, but it was to no avail. Uncle Bob didn't care about my emotions, how I felt, either physically or mentally.
After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled his cock slowly out of my cunt with a deep sigh, and fell over on the bed in an exhausted heap of sexually satisfied manhood.
I couldn't move. I was numb all over, and I just lay there in the exact same position I was in when he pulled out of me. I kept sobbing and kept wishing that I was dead.
A long period of time went by before Uncle Bob said anything. I didn't look at him, and he didn't look at me. We both just lay there on our backs, each thinking our own thoughts about the experience, disgusting to me, probably enticing and exciting as hell to him.
After what was, I guess, about fifteen minutes or so, I glanced down at Uncle Bob's cock, and saw that it was slowly stiffening again. This sight scared me all over, as if I hadn't even been fucked yet. The thought of him ramming it into me all over again, and so soon after the disgusting episode, made me almost throw up.
I was wrong in thinking that he wanted to fuck my pussy again, though, it was far worse. He had my ass hole on his mind, and that was what he took.
like he had just been plugged into an electrical socket or something, he kneeled up on the bed, his huge dong fully erect once again and ready for action, and with one quick movement he slipped his arm under my back and flipped me over on my stomach like a pancake on a griddle.
Wasting no time, he shot down to my ass hole and sent his tongue flying up into it. I screamed out, more from embarrassment at what he was doing than from pain or fear, as his tongue shot in and out of my hole furiously.
I know now that he was clearing the path, lubricating my tight bung hole for his prodding member. I had no idea he planned to send his cock up my ass hole, I hadn't even heard or imagined of anything so disgusting.
After a few quick seconds of pre-juicing, he kneeled between my legs, and with one mighty shove sent his cock ripping up into my tight firm behind.
Once again I screamed out from pain. This time the pain was definitely more mental than physical. Oh, don't get me wrong, Doctor, it hurt like a mother-fucker when his cock shot up into my ass. But I know it was the disgust I felt at having my own Uncle shoving his cock in and out of my rear end.
Over and over the monstrous organ shot into me, causing me more pain and humiliation with every stroke. He came much quicker this time, for whatever reason I don't know.
I felt his cock thicken and stiffen suddenly to outrageous proportions, and then he began shooting, what once again seemed like a never-ending supply of hot come. It filled my ass hole to the brim, and as it did in my pussy, dribbled out, running down over my legs and soaking my thighs.
He pulled out of me quickly this time, and jumped off the bed and headed for the shower. I couldn't move, or do anything. I just lay there, sobbing, feeling lower than the scum of the earth.
Well Doctor, that is what happened, all of it. Of course I had no place to go, seeing as my parents were away, and I was too humiliated to go to a friend's house and tell them what happened, so I just stayed there, all fucking weekend.
We fucked like crazy people all day and all night for the next three days. It didn't hurt me any more, not after that first assault on my womanhood. It was like I was a robot, designed to be a hole for Uncle Bob to shove his prick in and out of.
I was there for him to use and abuse in any way he saw fit, and that was just what he did. He fucked me up the ass, he fucked me up the pussy, he fucked me in the mouth. He made me blow him over and over again, forcing me to lick down all his hot come, gagging or no gagging, it didn't matter one way or the other to him.
I never told my parents about the weekend, and I never see Uncle Bob any more. I guess he knew I wouldn't tell them because I would be too ashamed. Perhaps he was thinking that he would just tell them I asked him to, or something like that, putting the blame on me, instead of him where it belonged.
It's been three months since I've even thought about sleeping with another man, Doctor, and it's scaring me. I've come to you for help and advice, and I hope that I can get my head and body together again, obtain some kind of womanly pride, and go on living. There has to be a man somewhere who will treat me kindly, if I only wasn't afraid to try!
CONCLUSION
I have been seeing Jenny once a week for the past seven months now, and I must say it is taking a long time for her to get over her fear of me. However, I feel that in time, perhaps very soon, she will be able to try making love with another man, a gentle man, one that will not rob her of her physical and emotional pride the way her Uncle Bob did so cruelly on that horrible dark weekend in her past.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Subject: Mary F. Age: Twenty
INTERVIEW ONE
In compiling my case histories to put this manuscript together, I came across a very interesting case of a young girl, who for the sake of her own protection, I will call Mary F.
Mary F. was quite un-like Jenny, the young woman I have previously written about. She was into older men, completely. Ever since she was a little girl she had had an attraction for older men.
Whereas it was an older man who almost ruined Jenny's life, it is older men that make Mary's life worth living. Unfortunately, with Mary, it is an obsession. She can not function with younger men at all, and that is why she came to see me.
Here then, in her own words, is our first two interviews together. I hope you will find her story interesting.
Doctor, the only reason I have come to you is because my girlfriend Peggy told me I should. Peggy is really the only one I have confided in the past few years, since I took up my, shall we say, somewhat unusual occupation.
However, Peggy feels that I should be dating men that are more my own age, and with similar interest other than fucking and sucking, so I thought it wouldn't hurt to say hello. I doubt you are going to be able to do or say anything that will change my mind, but I suppose it's worth a try.
I guess it all started that summer at Camp Witchikan. I was just out of high school, and wanted to do something different for the summer. A friend suggested working at this camp. She told me it was pretty liberal, everyone got high, and the counselors were really great.
I was a virgin, and somewhat naive at the time. As you will learn shortly, I am anything but naive now.
So anyway, Doctor, I had great expectations of losing my virginity to some young stud at the camp during the summer. Well, I lost it all right, but it wasn't to a young stud, as I am about to tell you.
The first couple of days at camp was just orientation. I was going to be teaching swimming and water safety as well as counseling, so I had a pretty busy schedule to keep up.
The one thing that was great about this place, un-like many other camps I'd heard about, was that every counselor got their own little bungalow.
It was really cute. It was like a little tiny log cabin. It wasn't much bigger than a very tiny studio apartment, but it was all mine for the summer. This meant that I had a great deal of privacy when I wasn't working, privacy which I needed. As the summer wore on, the privacy became even more important.
It was the third day I was there, the day that all the little brats arrived for their fun summer in the country camp. I hadn't as yet met Mr. Wilson, the owner of the camp. He left all the counselor orientation to Mr. Jeffrey , his assistant, and just arrived when all things were ready to go.
My father had died when I was only seven, so I guess I always missed a masculine older figure in my life. Perhaps that was why I was so immediately taken by Mr. Wilson that first morning at dinner when we met.
He arrived late Friday afternoon. All the counselors and the rest of the staff of the camp were meeting for a imagine get acquainted dinner. It was in the main dining room, and Mr. Wilson had put out quite a bit of money for an outrageous meal.
There were fresh flowers on every table, and everyone was in great spirits.
I had already checked out all the young stud counselors, many of whom I thought I would get into torrid affairs with during the summer.
However, when I first laid eyes on Mr. Wilson, making his entrance through the dining room door, I guess I fell in love instantly. He was so fucking beautiful he took my breath away. He was immediately a lover and father image to me all rolled into one.
I sat breathless as he seated himself at the head of the table. He made a few opening statements of greeting, and. then asked if each one of us would get up, introduce ourselves to him and any of the other counselors we hadn't met, and tell a little about ourselves.
I watched and listened as each counselor and staff member got up and addressed themselves to Mr. Wilson, stating their names and telling why he or she was looking forward to working at the camp.
There was a lump in my throat as I stood to speak. I stared directly into Mr. Wilson's eyes as I introduced myself and said how much I was looking forward to teaching swimming and working at the camp.
I had watched Mr. Wilson carefully as each one of the counselor's had done the same, and he seemed to he looking at me quite a bit differently. I cancelled this feeling out immediately, telling myself that I was only seeing something that I wanted to see, and that he was looking and feeling about me the way he felt and looked at everybody else who had spoke.
I was soon to find out that Mr. Wilson had the hots for me, right from that first moment.
Dinner was beautiful. We had pot roast, New England style, with lots of gravy and potatoes and vegetables. I chatted with the counselors-around me all during dinner, but I always kept my main line of thinking and gazing directed in Mr. Wilson's direction. I was surprised and delighted to find him staring at me almost every time I looked at him.
When dinner was over, we sat around over coffee and chatted until quite late. Finally Mr. Wilson stood up, and told us that we should all hit the hay, because the guests would be arriving at seven in the morning, and the first day, as we would find out, he said, was incredibly hectic.
Everyone started riling out of the dining room, saying good night to one another and to Mr. Wilson. I was just about to go through the big swinging door, when he called to me.
"Mary, would you come here for a minute please?" he said, in his low husky voice.
My heart started pounding wildly. I was hoping it was for some emotional reason that he was detaining me, instead of some matter of policy or work, but I figured I was only dreaming. After all, what would an older, fine-looking, distinguished and well-off man like Mr. Wilson see in scrawny little me?
As you can see by looking at me Doctor, I'm not exactly scrawny, but I kind of felt scrawny.
Anyway, I went over to the head of the table, where he was sitting sipping a cup of coffee. I noticed that he was looking at me in a rather familiar way, a way that made my heart start pounding so hard I thought it was going to jump out of my tight-fitting blouse.
"Sit down for a minute, won't you, Mary?" he said, pulling a chair out from the head of the table, and pouring me some more coffee.
I didn't know what he had on his mind, but I was game whatever it was. He was so fucking charming, I guess to coin an old phrase, you could say he swept me off my feet.
"I hope you don't mind sharing a cup of coffee with me, I guess I'd just like a little company, you know, someone to talk to. It's been such a hectic day."
"Oh no," I said, bursting with enthusiasm, "not at all, Mr. Wilson, not at all."
"Please don't find me too forward, Mary, but I can't help but telling you that I think you are the prettiest counselor we have here this year," Mr. Wilson said, taking another long sip of his coffee, and peaking at me over the edge of the cup.
I lifted my own cup with a trembling hand, and smiled at him, a little self-conscious.
"Not at all, sir, thank you," I said meekly.
"You don't have to call me sir, Mary, as a matter-of-fact, just between you and me, why don't you call me Keith.. "
I felt a little strange, but I said, "Okay, Keith, if you'd like me to."
"I would indeed," he said.
His eyes seemed to begin to look deeply into mine. They seemed to be telling me something, sending out some kind of message that I was almost afraid to acknowledge.
Could this man possibly be coming on to me in a physical way? I kept asking myself. How could that be? What could he possibly see in me? And, why me, indeed, with all the other counselors?
There were a lot of good looking counselors working here for the summer, male and female a-like. Why he chose me I don't know. Of course, as you can see Doctor, my body is quite well-developed, and I'm sure that had a lot to do with the initial attraction.
The room was empty. The sound of the cooks and kitchen help finally died up as they got the dinner dishes cleared away. Eventually there was no one left in the mess hall except the two of us.
I must admit I felt a little strange, sitting there all alone talking with that beautiful man, but nothing would have made me get up and leave. He was like some kind of a strange magnet, drawing me closer and closer with everything he did and said.
Finally, after about a half hour of rapping about everything under the sun, Mr. Wilson got things headed in another direction.
"Mary, I know this is probably extremely forward of me, and I'm usually not like this, believe me, but would you like to come to my cottage and talk for a while?"
I almost jumped off my seat and threw my arms around the man. He had me in seventh heaven, but I guessed he probably knew that by the way my eyes lit up like light bulbs when he asked me to come to his cottage.
I started thinking to myself that the sexual part of our new relationship was probably all in my head. He was probably just a lonely older man, I thought to myself as we got up from the table, and really only wanted someone to chat with, to spend a little time with, to be close to, if only verbally.
I was soon to find out that Mr. Wilson was one hell of an erotic stud, with nothing but pure sex and fun on his mind, something that I was going to get into quite easily, and enjoy more than anything I had ever enjoyed in my entire life before.
We walked out the back door of the dining room, and down the little path that led behind the row of counselor cottages. Mr. Wilson's own cottage was gigantic, an A-frame design, with huge glass sliding doors. It was quite beautiful and quite romantic.
Most of the lights were out in the counselor cottages, and I realized that most of the rest of the crew had turned in for the night, as Mr. Wilson had suggested to everybody.
However, for some strange reason he had singled me out as someone to keep him company, someone to be with, and I was soon to find out, someone to get into some heavy passionate love-making with.
He opened the door to his A-frame and led me inside, turning on the light behind the door.
I had been so busy the past couple of days with orientation, and trying to meet everybody and get acquainted with the atmosphere in general I hadn't even checked out all the grounds.
Mr. Wilson's A-frame was at the very end of the little path that was dotted with the other small cottages, the place where the counselors would be living for the summer.
His house was completely isolated by large trees, and the setting was immediately romantic to me.
Inside the A-frame I felt I was in one of those houses that you see in a decorator's manual. Everything was perfect, manly, and quite beautiful.
There was a large fireplace in the middle of the living-room floor, circular, having a round hearth surrounding it. I had never seen a round fireplace like this before and I loved it.
"Sit down and relax, Mary," he said, throwing his jacket on the back of a chair, after helping me off with my own. "Would you like to hear some music?"
'That would be nice," I said, getting more excited the longer I was in the man's company.
"Why don't you put something on, while I build us a fire. It's a little chilly tonight. You know these New England nights. It can be seventy in the daytime, and you'll still have to sleep with a quilt at night."
As Mr. Wilson threw a couple of large logs in the fireplace, and got the kindling and paper set underneath it, I went over to his seemingly extensive record collection and started leafing through his many albums.
I was quite surprised to find that instead of classical, or opera records, he had an extensive popular record collection. There was everyone there from the Stones to Joni Mitchell and all the in-betweens.
I picked out "Blue" my favorite Mitchell album, and put it on the turn table. He had a quad system, something I had only heard about but never really listened to.
As the sound came pouring out of the four speakers, suspended by chains from the four corners of the room, my emotions swelled to an almost over-bearing point of heightened passion.
I could feel strange twinges in my pussy, and had a feeling that I was going to lose my virginity sooner than I had expected to. I don't know why I was so sure of this, Mr. Wilson hadn't actually said anything along those lines, as yet, but I could just tell.
Perhaps it was the way he looked at me, with those piercing hazel eyes. They seemed to be saying so much without any use of words or gestures.
Was I right in what I was thinking? I kept asking myself, as "California" came on the record player.
"Some more coffee?" Mr. Wilson said, heading toward the small kitchen off one corner of the gigantic A-frame.
"Yes, that would be nice," I replied, in a very meek little voice.
Well Doctor, I had a feeling that I was going to be there for the night, and I was right.
I noticed by the clock on the wall that it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, and I had another patient due. I told Mary that I was very interested in hearing the rest of her story, about her obvious affair with Mr. Wilson and the other older men that had been in her life since then, and requested her to come back in one week. She told me she would be happy to and we set the appointment up.
INTERVIEW TWO
Mary looked even more radiant the next time I saw her. She was wearing an extremely tight-fitting white silk jump-suit, that showed off every curve of her young womanly body to the fullest possible advantage. I must admit that I myself was finding her exceptionally attractive, but of course I had learned years before never to mix business with pleasure, so I put any thoughts of my own completely out of my head. After all, she was my patient!
I told her to go ahead with her story, reminding her briefly of where she left off, and turning the tape-recorder on. Here then is that second interview, word for word as Mary told it to me.
Well, as I was saying along. We were drinking our coffee, and chatting about mundane things, when Mr. Wilson made his move.
I knew it was coming, I was sure of it. What had started out to be just fantasy in my mind had turned into a reality. I was convinced even before it happened that he was going to make a play for me, and I was even more convinced that I was going to go along with it, that I was going to let him do whatever he wanted to do with me and to me. That's just exactly what I did, too, Doctor, and I loved every minute and every single inch of it.
I sat there calmly, as he slipped his arm around me. He kept chatting, doing it almost nonchalantly, and I let him. I looked into his beautiful dark brown eyes and smiled widely.
I could feel a strange feeling in my pussy. I knew I was a woman, and I think I knew it for sure right then and there. A strange feeling was coursing throughout my body, a feeling that I had never experienced before.
Oh, I had dreamed of feelings and emotions along these lines, but they had never happened to me before. I had dated in high school, and there had been many guys that had wanted to pop my cherry, but I was never willing.
I had always been waiting for something or someone special, and I knew as Mr. Wilson's arm slipped around my shoulder, and began to move around on my back slowly, sensuously, that I had found that person in him.
I snuggled against his warm manly chest, and let my head fall onto his shoulder. He seemed almost relieved that I was going along with his sexual advances, happy that I didn't turn into a raving maniac and go running from the house crying "rape".
With his left hand, he slowly pulled my face around so that our lips met in a passionate embrace. I opened my mouth willingly and let him shoot his long wet tongue deep into my throat.
I sent my own into his, and we kissed wildly. The saliva from our mutual activity started flowing freely back and forth between us, exciting me. The taste of his spit got me very worked up, as I melted into his arms in a warm embrace.
His hand reached over and grabbed a hold of my left tit, very gently, very lovingly. I pushed my chest forward, sending my huge orb of flesh crushing into his fingers. He began kneading my flesh, like he was making bread or something.
My nipples stiffened at this tit attention, and my cunt purred with excitement and anticipation. I was eager for him to shove his cock into my pussy, breaking my cherry and making me a woman. I knew it wouldn't be too long of a wait.
I was right in that assumption. It wasn't very long at all!
"Why don't we go up to the bedroom," he said, coyly, giving me another quick peck on the cheek.
"Sure, Keith," I said, openly and willingly. I wanted him to know how much I desired him, how much I wanted him to make love to me, to take my virginity in the way that I knew only he would be able to do.
I followed Keith up the little winding staircase that led to the bedroom. It was a small room, but the bed was large.
"Why don't you make yourself comfortable," Keith said, undoing his tie and starting to undress.
I knew that this was my cue to do the same, and I did. I had often thought of this moment, in my dreams, and it wasn't at all like I had imagined.
I had thought it would be quite different. I thought I would be embarrassed, awkward, and very uncomfortable. Quite to the contrary, I was relaxed, self-assured, and totally at ease. I knew it was the particular person I was with.
Keith was being kind and gentle, and taking things at a slow relaxed pace. I was convinced that this was why I was feeling the way I was. He was putting me at ease, making me feel at home.
The thought occurred to me that Keith may think I wasn't a virgin, and that I was an old hat at this. Certainly by my positive and open reactions I could see where he would get that idea. I wondered if he would be surprised when he found out he was the first to have the privilege of ramming a cock into my tender virginal pussy.
We undressed simultaneously, revealing ourselves to one another at almost the exact same second. We just stood there for a few long seconds.
I saw him gazing at my body, and a spark of lust glowed feverishly in his dark eyes. He wanted me all right, that was for damn sure. But, on the same hand, I wanted him.
I stepped back a little and took a look at my first naked man. I would have guessed Keith to be about forty or so, but there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. He was extremely well-muscled, and his skin was tanned from the sun.
His cock was a joy to behold, and made my cunt quiver to look at it and think about it penetrating my private love hole. It was quite long, I guess about eight inches or so, and extremely thick. The cock-head was almost a bright purple, and seemed to be throbbing all on its own, pulsating up and down in sudden little jerks.
Very gently, Keith took me in his arms, and after pulling down the big patch-work quilt on the large king-sized bed, laid me on the mattress effortlessly.
I was totally under his power, even though he wasn't seeming to use any force. I lied there, staring up into his eyes, eager for him to take me, wanting him to ravage my young, inexperienced, but sex-starved body.
He fell on top of me gently, letting his cock rest on my ready cunt. We held in a tight embrace, and once again began kissing. The more we kissed, the more worked-up we both became. I began to slide around on the bed underneath him, letting his cock slip and slide against my pussy, eagerly waiting the moment of penetration.
Keith was an expert love-maker, and knew just what to do, how to do it, and most important of all, when to do it. Without shifting his position at all, he worked his cock head so that it was at the entrance to my love nest.
I felt him start pushing his cock into my cunt, parting my cunt lips, tickling my clit, and pushing against that cherry that was going to make me a woman when freed.
I threw my arms around his neck, and in a moment of extremely heated passion, I whispered, "Please, Keith, take me. I'm yours!
It sounds a little dramatic, now that I'm telling you, Doctor, but believe me, at the time it was the perfect thing to say, and it was quite beautiful.
Keith didn't say anything to me, he just began to push his cock harder and harder against my cunt. Finally my cherry broke. I screamed out from the sudden p?in. I wasn't expecting it to hurt so much. Girlfriends of mine had told me what it was like, but I guess I just wasn't ready for that much pain.
Keith was beautiful however. As soon as it happened, he stopped all motion, and let his stiff cock lay dormant in my cunt. Only when I had calmed down, and let him know I was okay, did he proceeded to push his monstrous organ deeper into my love nest.
Once the initial shock of being de-virginized was over, it was beautiful. He began to fuck me, slowly at first, and then with an ever-increasing tempo.
What had started out extremely gentle at first, now became a savage fucking. Keith and I built our tempo together though, as if we were one. The harder he fucked me, the more I began to raise and lower my hips on the bed, and squeeze my cunt together in rhythmical unison with his thrusts.
Deeper and deeper his cock went smashing into my cunt. I was trying to use my cunt muscles to pull the cock in and out of me, and it was pure heaven.
I began to shake and tremble all over as my multiple orgasms began to swell down deep within me.
I was beginning to realize how exciting it was, and was going to be when I finally came. I had heard stories about the throes of physical love, and their spell-binding effect on one's emotions, but now it was me who was doing it, me who was feeling it for my very own.
I loved the sensations coursing through my young inexperienced body as Keith continued to plow into me. As he fucked me, he began kneading both of my tits with his hands, causing my nipples to remain very stiff.
He positioned himself so that he could fuck me in the cunt and lick my titties at the same time. This double dose of sexual excitement and bliss almost caused me to come.
I was really hot and worked-up, but something told me to wait. I could hear and feel the ever-increasing tempo of Keith's fucking, and knew that it wouldn't be long before he shot. I wanted to come the same time Keith did, to share the blissful union that we had started together.
It was as if we were working each other up to that point. He would shoved his cock into me, sending it all the way to the very bottom of my cunt, tickling my cunt walls, driving me out of my mind.
I would in turn squeeze my cunt together, and send my cunt smashing up against his cock, drawing it into me like I was some kind of a sex magnet or something.
I had never thought that making love would be as beautiful as it was being with Keith. Every wish or dream or desire I ever had concerning love-making was being fulfilled with one person, this one night in this beautiful little bungalow hide-a-way in the woods at my first summer job.
The time was rapidly approaching when foreplay would have to become a thing of the past. I knew that Keith must be holding his orgasm back, because that was what I was doing.
We would fuck like wild animals, going at top speed, and then just when our breathing and moans reached fever pitch, we would stop, deliberately delaying the beautiful and enticing and exciting inevitable.
However, we couldn't do it any longer. The time had come to shoot. The time had come to come. That time was at hand, and we gave into it completely.
Keith's orgasm began first. I felt a sudden hot blast of gooey spunk shooting up into my pussy, filling my tight little hole to the brim. It seemed like a fireman had turned on a hose and a never-ending supply of liquid was being shot out.
More and more of Keith's come shot up into my inner being as I quivered with the throes of sexual bliss coursing throughout my sex-elated body.
As soon as I was sure Keith was in the middle of his orgasm, at the very height of his sexual release and enjoyment, I released my own orgasm.
I didn't have just one orgasm, Doctor, I had many. It seemed like thousands as the come spurted out of my cunt, covering his cock and dripping down to the inside of my thighs.
We came together in one blissful unison. We blended together so harmoniously it was almost as if we had become one person. I will never forget that moment for as long as I live.
Keith was quite a stud, especially for his age. He kept on ramming his coming cock in and out of me with gusto until every last peck of his come was shot forth.
Even after he had completed his entire orgasm, he kept on pumping me. I knew that he was waiting until my multiple orgasms were over. He was a thoughtful man, a kind and gentle man, and he wanted me to share the same blissful release he had, and to the fullest possible point of excitement.
Finally it was all over. The both of us lay locked together, cock in pussy, shaking uncontrollably for a few long seconds. Eventually we both calmed down, stopped sweating, and our breathing and heartbeat returned to a somewhat normal pace.
He pulled out of me, after a little while, and fell over on his back on the bed. I snuggled up to him, and he cuddled me, almost like he was a little kid hugging a teddy-bear. I liked this very human side of Keith, and it was the big thing that kept me fucking him for the rest of the summer.
I had many more lovers that summer, and because of the way things went with Keith, they were all older gentlemen. A lot of them I met through Keith.
Keith would have a party about once every other week, and quite a few business associates from Boston would come up for a weekend, or perhaps even an evening in the country.
Keith was very mellow as to what I did with my life. He didn't put any ties or restrictions on me. He let me be myself, even turning me on to other men to fuck and carry on with.
I met a Mr. Peters from Keith, who although he was well into his fifties, was quite a swinger. I was surprised at the stamina of the man.
Where with Keith, I would fuck and then rest, and then fuck some more later on in the evening, Mr. Peters never wanted to stop. Even after he came, he would want to kiss me, or play with my titties.
Every minute I spent with Mr. Peters we were involved in one form of sexual play or another. I loved the man, of course not the way I loved Keith, but still I loved him in my own special way. I think I was turned on by his physical male prowess, especially for a man of his age. He was something else.
There were a whole bunch of other guys, most of them introduced by Keith, some I found on my own in neighboring towns when I would take the camp truck and go for a drive, but always they were older gentlemen.
Now remind you, Doctor, I had many offers from the younger dudes around the camp, especially the counselors. I wasn't too popular with them because I wouldn't lay any of them, while all the rest of the girls that worked for the camp would.
There was and is just something about an older man that tickles my imagine, so much that
I can't really get excited with anyone that isn't at least thirty-five.
I guess being twenty and not being able to relate in bed to anyone that isn't at least thirty-five is a problem I should deal with, but so far it has kept me pretty happy. like I said, I only came here because my girl friend thought it would be a good idea. Actually, I'm quite happy with my life style just the way it is.
CONCLUSION
I included Mary in this case history study to show you, the reader, that all women who are into much older men are not fucked up. Mary was more than just contended with her life style, and I thought that it was okay, for the time being.
However, as I advised her, I wanted to continue to see her. I felt that her attraction for older men was definitely the result of some hidden feeling, perhaps from her child hood, which was stopping her from relating to men her same age.
Although, as I told her from the beginning, if she was happy with older men that was fine, but she should also be able to at least relate to younger men as well.
That is something that we are still currently working on together. As it stands now, Mary is living with a man sixty-two, so I feel quite a few more sessions are needed.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Subject: Mindy P. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
I find in my notes another example of the not-to-pleasant genre of older men being into and involved with younger woman. This following case is that of Mindy P.
She was quite upset when she first came to see me almost a year ago, but she is much better now. Here is her story, in her own words, just as she told it to me during those first two interviews in my office.
I'm sorry if I seem a little nervous Doctor, I have never been to a shrink before, and I'm still pretty upset about what happened in school.
Well, I guess you want me to tell you all the gory details so that you can help me. I don't know how well I'm going to be able to do this, but I'll do my best.
I remember the day clearly. It was Thanksgiving, last November. It was a beautiful day, and our high school football team was playing our biggest rivals, Brentwood High.
We hadn't beaten Brentwood High on Thanksgiving Day for seven years, and then we finally did it. So, my spirits, needless to say, were at an all time high.
Being a cheerleader and all, I was much more involved in the game and what was going on. It was really exciting to see all those neat guys battling it out.
After the game, my friends and I went down to the local malt shop for a soda and to rap about the game. Everyone was really excited about finally beating Brentwood.
I had a boyfriend at the time, of course I lost him after what happened. I think that was what hurt me almost as much as that fucking Mr. Jones and Mr. West. I really loved Chuck, and we were going to get married. Of course with the scandal that followed and all, I can understand why he didn't want to see me any more, in a lot of ways I couldn't blame him one single bit.
Well, we were all sitting around rapping, talking about the game and what great heroes all the guys on the football team were, when I discovered that I had left my purse back in the gym.
Now I realize that I should have insisted when Chuck asked if he could drive me there, but the school was only a couple of blocks away, and it was such a beautiful day, I really thought the walk would be good for my head.
What a fool I was!
But how was I to know that two teachers were going to rape me brutally?
So, I told my friends I'd be back in fifteen minutes, and after giving Chuck a quick kiss on the cheek I split.
Now mind you, Doctor, I wasn't wearing very much. I mean, what I was wearing was quite revealing. I was still in my tight-fitting sweater with the big C for Carlysle High on it. The sweater fit me especially tight, and it made my big tits stand way out in front of me like two little mountains.
I also had on my cheerleader's skirt, which, to put it bluntly, was a little piece of cloth. I mean they had to be really short because of all the jumping around we do in our cheers. Chuck always told me what a great body I had, beautiful legs, nice big titties, long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. So, I guess I was looking especially sexy that day, but nevertheless, that still isn't a reason for those two lugs to do to me what they did.
No mind you, although I wasn't what you would call a whore, I wasn't naive either. I had had sex with my boyfriend Chuck for at least a year before the incident, but my sex with Chuck included a very special thing, a thing called love.
What happened with Mr. Smith and Mr. West was anything but loving, it was downright brutal and degrading. I think it fucked me emotionally a hell of a lot, perhaps for the rest of my life, although that's why I'm here now telling you all this, in hopes that you could help me get my head together again.
So anyway, Doctor, to get on with my story. I was skipping along feeling in the pink, heading into the gym to get my bag. I left it in the girl's locker room before the game, while I was changing into my cheerleader's outfit.
The school was deserted. Everybody had gone out to do some celebrating after the great victory. It really was a special day for the school, and even for the town.
I had never been in the school when it was so deserted. It was a holiday so even the janitors weren't around. Because I'm the head cheerleader, I have a key to the gym, so that's how I got in. The rest of the school was locked and dark.
I got all the way inside the gym, and headed for the girl's locker room, when I heard the showers running. The boys and girls showers were back to back, of course separated by a bill wall.
I couldn't for the life of me figure out who was in there taking a shower, so like a fool, I called out. I suppose it was my sense of responsibility or something. If it was someone fucking around that shouldn't be there I wanted them to leave. Now I wish I had kept my big fat mouth shut.
"Hey, who's in there?" I yelled, as I reached for my bag.
There was silence.
Again I did a stupid thing. I walked through the swinging door that separated the men's side of the gym from the woman's side.
"Hey, what's going on?" I yelled once more, hearing the water pounding away, but no sound coming from within.
All of a sudden, from seemingly nowhere, I felt a wet hand go around my waist, and another around my mouth. I screamed and fought but it was to no avail. In the skirmish that ensued, while they pulled me into the steaming shower room, I saw that it was Mr. West and Mr. Smith, both English teachers.
I couldn't believe what was happening. It was such a surprise, such a shock, that the whole thing didn't sink in right away. I just had to let them drag me into the room and do with me what they wanted. I knew that even if I did scream, it wouldn't do any good. There was no one in the school that would hear me. I was all alone, on my own, to have to put up with their sexual assault the best I could.
It's kind of funny, in a way, Doctor, you see I really like to fuck. That is, I did like to fuck until this happened. Mr. Smith and Mr. West are about the two best-looking teachers in the whole school. They're both very distinguished-looking for their ages. I would guess they're both about forty or forty-five.
I have always been attracted to them, in a certain weird sort of way. I was feeling so great that day, that if I had discovered them nude and they had asked me if I wanted to get into some kind of a number with the two of them, I just might have been crazy enough to go ahead and do it.
But that was not the case. I was being forced, and that was what made the whole thing so horrible, so completely unbearable, so painful-both physically and mentally.
They were both nude, and both wet from being in the shower. I was going crazy trying to figure out what they had been doing, and what they were going to do to me, and more important, why!
It flashed through my mind that they were homosexual, and had been fooling around in the shower together. Perhaps they wanted to make sure I wouldn't tell anyone what was going on.
However, after they got down to business, plowing me with their gigantic cocks, my theory on homosexuality went out the window. They were more like super-studs than super-gays!
Mr. West's cock was ramming against the back of my little Cheerleader skirt as he held me around the waist tightly. Mr. Smith was standing in front of me, his own torrid tool jabbing at the front of my dress.
They were both extremely muscular and well preserved for their ages. I remember having seen the two of them working out in the gym after school a couple of times while we were practicing our cheers, or watching a basketball try-out or something. The two of them did everything together, and I realized now that they were going to rape me together as well.
I was petrified. I wanted to just disintegrate into thin air, but I couldn't. There was no escaping the inevitable. I was at their mercy, to do with and to whatever they wanted. I was helpless, totally under their sexual spell!
"Don't say a word, and I'll take my hand off your mouth," Mr. Smith said, glaring at me with a lust-hungry look in his piercing green eyes.
I shook my head in agreement and in the midst of starting to cry, they released me from their grip. I knew I shouldn't dare try to run away, because that would surely arouse their anger all the more, and then I would be in for worse trouble than I already was.
"What are you doing?" I whimpered.
"We're going to make sure you don't talk," Mr. West said, standing back away from me and looking at me up and down. His cock was gigantic, fully erect, and sticking way out in front of him. My boyfriend Chuck has a healthy eight inch cock, but Mr. West's prick made it look like a little toy.
Mr. Smith's cock was nothing to be reckoned with either, it was long and very thick. Both of them were well equipped, and I knew that if they started jamming those fuckers in and out of me I was going to be fucked like never before.
"What do you mean?" I queried. "I didn't see anything, I don't know what you are talking about."
"We were fooling around a little in here, that's all, but if you go blabbing it all over school everyone will start calling us queers and we will lose our jobs."
"But I didn't see anything, honest, and besides, I wouldn't say anything to anyone, really!" I was pleading for my life, at least that was how I felt at the time.
"Well, we're going to make sure you don't tell anyone, we're going to make damn good and sure, because we're going to fuck you silly. You're going to be a little part of our sexual activities for the day, so you won't be quite so apt to tell anyone about anything!" Mr. West went on.
My heart was pounding madly as I stared at the two of them. The showers were still running, and the steam from the spray was making my sweater shrink on my body so it was causing my tits to show even more. I noticed them looking at me, and realized that my two stiff nipples were protruding out of the sweater, and it was probably getting them quite excited.
They had hard-ons when I saw them, but now they were throbbing and pulsating, ready for action. My own heart was continuing to pound madly as I became more and more frightened of them.
I had never seen looks on men like the looks on those two teachers face. They were out for action, plenty of it, and I was going to be their target for fun and adventure.
"Please let me go, I won't tell anyone I saw you both in here, I promise," I pleaded one more time, hoping to hit some nerve of humanly compassion in their hard-hearted souls.
"Shut up, bitch," Mr. West said, starting to rub his huge throbbing prick. "I'm going to ram this cock up your ass honey, I haven't had a good ass fucking in years."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was into sex with my boyfriend, as I had told you, but he had never fucked me up the ass, indeed, I had never even heard of such a thing.
The mere thought of that size of a weapon slamming up into my tight butt-hole made me scared shitless. I thought that he would kill me if he rammed his love pole into my tight behind. I was frantic with fright and nervousness, and my helpless position was becoming all to clear to my frightened mind.
All of a sudden, the conversation stopped. Mr. West grabbed me and yanked at my sweater, pulling it, not ripping it off me. The yarn shredded into bits as the wet garment was torn forcefully from my young body.
I whimpered, but I didn't scream. I was afraid of them now, really afraid of them. Getting raped by them was one thing, but they were coming off a little crazy, and I was fearful for my life. I thought that they might beat me up badly, or even kill me, if I didn't let them do to me what they wanted.
I became like a numb puppet in their hands, giving into them completely. Of course, I wasn't going along with them willingly, but I had no choice. I knew it was better to let them fuck me, in whatever manner and position they wanted to, and get it over with so I could get the hell out of there, than to try and put up a fight and get my fucking teeth knocked in, or even worse.
I was praying that someone would come into the school, and hear the showers as I had done, and come to see what was going on. But, I knew that the chances of that were one in a million. I had to admit to the fact that I was going to have to go through with whatever they wanted to do-, and there wasn't a single thing that I could do to stop them or prevent it from happening.
I had never felt as helpless in my life as I did right that second, as Mr. West tore off the last few remaining shreds of my sweater. I stood there in my bra and little mini-skirt, as the two thugs glared at me with a look like I had never seen.
I noticed a tiny pool of pre-orgasmic come dripping out of the tip of Mr. Smith's cock, and knew that he was more than ready to plow his monstrous organ into one of my hole's, either front or back, whichever suited his imagine.
"Look at those tits, will you?" Mr. Smith said to his partner in lust and crime.
"They're beautiful," Mr. West said. "I've seen this cunt around school for months and have been dying to get into her pants. Haven't you?"
"Sure have," was the response from the other sex-starved maniac.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. These two guys seemed so business-like, so proper during school hours. That just goes to show you Doctor, people aren't always what they seem.
If someone had told me before that incident that Mr. West and Mr. Smith were partners in sex-crazed activities, I would have laughed in their faces. Now I was finding out that that was just exactly what they were, unfortunately I was going to have to find out from a first-hand experience instead of by word of mouth.
They didn't touch me for quite a while. They both just stared at my tits and my long legs.
"Boy, I bet she has some piece of ass on her," Mr. West said, walking around to the back of me and glaring at my bubbly butt.
It's true, Doctor, I do have a nice ass. Chuck was always telling me what a great set of buns
I had. He loved to knead my ass cheeks with his strong fingers while making love. He said it made him really get excited.
Now someone turning on to my ass, was revolting me. I knew that I was going to get a cock up my ass hole and that was really frightening me. Not even as much from the point of view that it was going to hurt, although I knew it would, but it was the realization that they could do permanent damage to my body that was freaking me out. After all, I was only seventeen and I had a lot of good years left to my life. I didn't want one screwy sex-crazed incident to ruin everthing for me for the rest of my life!
I noticed that Mindy's time was running out. I had another appointment due immediately, so I had to tell her that she must complete her story on our next appointment.
She agreed to meet with me on the following Friday to continue her sordid tale of how those two older schoolteachers raped and molested her.
INTERVIEW TWO
Mindy was right on time for her next appointment, and she seemed more relaxed. I realized the first visit was always the hardest, and I told her to go ahead with her story.
Let me see, where was I. Oh yes, they were talking about my ass and sizing it up. Well, their talk didn't last long. Mr. West was the one who ripped my skirt off me, and I do mean "ripped". He yanked at it so the buttons broke and the zipper went flying. He pulled it down over my long shapely legs, so that I was standing there in just my bra and bikini briefs.
I tried to cover my tits and the V of my cunny with my hands, but it was to no avail.
"Drop those hands, bitch," Mr. Smith said, getting a little aggravated that his view was being partially blocked by my futile attempts at revealing myself.
While Mr. Smith enjoyed the view, Mr. West proceeded to take off first my bra, and then my panties. I as totally naked in front of them now, and I felt more embarrassed and frightened than I had ever felt before in my entire life.
"Shit, I bet her ass is tight," Mr. Smith said, walking around and surveying my buns.
"I bet her pussy ain't bad either," said Mr. West.
"Well, you can have the front, and I'll have the back," Mr. Smith said, continuing to rub his cock.
I couldn't believe my ears. Could they possibly mean that they were going to fuck me, simultaneously, one from the front and one from the rear.
The very idea scared me shitless. I couldn't even begin to imagine what two cocks going in and out of my two holes at the same time would be like. I didn't have a second to even consider that it may be enjoyable, I was too fucking frightened to allow myself that luxury.
Mr. Smith got behind me, and pushed me under the steaming shower. He wanted me wet for some weird reason, perhaps he thought I would look more sensual with water dripping over my body.
After I was good and soaked, Mr. Smith backed me into the back corner of the shower room. Now I was really getting scared. I knew that the time for action was at hand, and that there could be no turning back.
Both of their cocks were bobbing with excitement, ready for action, ready for fucking. Unfortunately I was their target, their goal to conquer.
Mr. West was the first one to enter me. He grabbed hold of my two huge tits with his hands and began squeezing them, paying special attention to my nipples.
Mr. Smith watched on, continually rubbing and massaging his own ready cock.
Mr. West took his huge dong in his right hand, and pushed his purplish cock-head up against my pussy hole. With one mighty shove he sent his flying prick into my cunt.
I moaned with pain as the throbbing member entered me. I wasn't excited at all, and all of my natural love juices were not flowing. The water from the shower had loosened my pussy up and had given a slight bit of lubrication to Mr. West's cock, but surely not enough to allow a smooth entry.
The pain was unbearable as his torrid tool slammed into my pussy. He was not gentle in his attack, by any means. He just went ahead and plowed into me, not caring at all if it was hurting me or not.
As a matter-of-fact, Doctor, you know I think they wanted to hurt me. I don't think just the mere pleasure from an ordinary fuck would have satisfied either of them. They were getting off on my helpless position, and the more I seemed to be suffering, the more excited and the more wild they fucked me.
Mr. West was really going to town, shoving his cock faster and faster in and out of my dry tortured pussy. I closed my eyes and tried desperately to remove my conscious mind from what was happening but it was totally impossible.
The sordid reality that was surrounding me didn't allow me a second's departure from the present, over-bearing pain and humiliation they were both causing me.
Mr. Smith could finally wait no longer to get into the act. Oh, he had enjoyed seeing Mr. West's cock go flying in and out of my pussy, it was exciting him, I could tell.
But now it was time for his own cock to get some pleasure, time for his own disgusting fantasies and sexual dreams to be fulfilled. He got behind me, and as soon as he slid his hand around my waist I knew the time to get my first ass-fuck was at hand.
I started whimpering uncontrollably. The cock in my pussy was one thing, in itself, but the cock up my ass was something I didn't know if I was emotionally or physically going to be able to cope with or not.
I heard Mr. Smith spit some of his own saliva out onto his ringers, and knew that he was probably rubbing it on his cock. At least there would be some form of slight lubrication for that horrifying rear entry that was about to take place, if that was any consolation at all.
Mr. Smith reached up and grabbed my breasts with his two hands, pinching my nipples severely, as he took his other hand and placed his pulsating pecker at the entrance to my shit chute.
Mr. West's fucking of my pussy was causing me to be rocked back and forth helplessly. Every time he sent his cock into me, he did it with such force it sent my hips flying backward.
This was going to be perfect for Mr. Smith, I realized, because it was during the time when my ass was rocking backward that he started to push his cock into me.
I felt his cock head against my buttonhole one time I was pushed back, and then the next time it pressed a little more firmly against me, until his gigantic cock head plunged deep into my butt hole with one mighty push.
I couldn't stop the scream that surged up from my inner soul. The pain was excruciating as his pecker plunged deeper and deeper into by back portal. I had never experienced pain so totally engulfing before. It was someone had stabbed me with a knife or something like that.
As Mr. West's cock continued to plow in and out of my tight dry pussy, at a savage rate of rhythm, Mr. Smith's cock slowly worked its way deeper and deeper into my backside.
It felt like someone was shoving two telephone poles into my little body. The pain and the degradation was almost too much to bear, and at one point, even before Mr. Smith's cock was all the way inside me, I thought I was going to pass out from the pain coursing through my sex-ravaged body.
Finally Mr. Smith's cock was all the way inside of me. I couldn't believe how much it hurt, or how long and thick his prick felt. He really did have one hell of a cock, Doctor, and I'm not exaggerating in the slightest.
Mr. Smith's cock would have been pretty hard for a hooker to take up her well-used cunt, let alone little old me being forced to accept it in my tight virginous ass hole.
The two guys got into a steady rhythm. I was sandwiched in between their throbbing peckers, as they continued to slam in and out of my two paining holes.
Mr. West would shove his cock all the way into the very depths of my tight little pussy, which would in turn send my hips slamming backward onto Mr. Smith's cock, allowing it to sink into the very pit of my ass hole.
Over and over again the two studs rammed their weapons in and out of me, continuing to cause me pain and discomfort. I had hoped that after the whole thing got going, both the pain and the mental anguish would disappear and I would get into some sort of a numbed state.
However, this was not the case. Every inch of cock slamming in and out of me I felt, and felt it completely. At least I stopped crying, even that didn't seem to relieve any of the disgusting feelings of degradation and humiliation I was experiencing in the throes of those two cock-suckers.
That's almost a joke, Doctor. I interrupted them in some sort of sexual activity, maybe they were sucking each other's cocks in the shower before I got there. I only wish that they were gay, then they never would have done to me what they did.
But, they were really into women, for damn sure. They were fucking me with such savage gusto, I could tell that cunt and asshole were where they were at. They loved my tits to, and both of them continued squeezing them, especially the nipples.
Suddenly, in the midst of his passionate fucking of my aching pussy, Mr. West leaned down and took my right tit completely into his mouth. This really surprised me, because even my boyfriend Chuck, who is a tit man from way back, couldn't get all of my tit into his mouth. I have pretty big boobs, especially for my age.
Mr. West had a mouthful all right, but he seemed to love it. He pulled the flesh deep into his saliva-filled mouth, swirling his tongue in quick little circles around my stiff nipple.
Then suddenly, without warning and catching me completely off guard, he bit down hard on my nipple. I screamed out from the pain as his strong teeth sunk into my projectile of flesh. He didn't just nibble at it, Doctor, believe me. He really chomped down onto it as hard as he could.
The second he bit into it, it was like he got electrically charged from it. His fucking pace increased to almost double the tempo. He was like a wild man as he rammed his cock in and out of my aching pussy.
Of course, as Mr. West speeded up, so did Mr. Smith. The faster my hips were being shoved back into Mr. Smith, the more savagely and the quicker Mr. Smith could ram his own big love pole in and out of my burning buns.
They started slamming into me, crushing me in between their massive muscular bodies. Mr. West was very hairy, and his chest-hairs scraped savagely up against my tender tits every time he surged forward with his prick and body.
I wanted to slip down to the shower-room fall and just lie in a defeated and abused heap of flesh, but I couldn't even do that.
There two huge cocks were acting like leverage poles, holding me up. Also they had their arms wrapped around me securely, allowing me no freedom of movement at all.
Well, I never thought they were going to come, Doctor, never. It seemed like every time they were ready, they deliberately slowed down their pace. They were purposefully stretching out the inevitable. They wanted the torrid adventure to last as long as it possibly could. They knew if they came it would be over, and they didn't want it to end, that was for damn sure.
However, my two holes and my body in general were getting them more and more excited with every stroke of their pulsating peckers.
I knew from the moaning and groaning that they were doing that they would have to be coming in a very short time. Their periods of stopping and staring their rhythms were getting closer and closer together. I was sure they had to come any second.
That's just what happened.
I guess it was Mr. West who came first, but Mr. Smith followed suit very shortly.
I felt what seemed like a tidal wave of come bursting out of Mr. West's cock and flowing into my tired and very sore pussy. More and more of his hot gooey gism shot into my cunt, filling me to the brim.
He leaned forward and took another hard chomp down on my tit as he was in the throes of his multiple orgasm. I think that excited him all the more, and caused an even more torrid blast of come to go flying out of his prick and into my cunt hole.
Mr. West began to scream out with pleasure. I guess he forgot where he was and what he was doing he was so completely enthralled with what was going on.
His cry was like that of a wild wolf as the last few drops of his manly love fluids spewed into my open pussy.
Just about the time he was finishing up his orgasm, Mr. Smith began. Their unspoken communication which created their timing was incredible.
It was almost as if Mr. Smith was being polite and letting Mr. West enjoy his orgasm totally, all by himself, before he began to come himself.
However, once he began, his orgasm was even more torrid than Mr. West's had been. His big fat cock started jabbing in and out of my ass hole with lightning speed. The pain he gave me almost doubled as he quickened his speed in his doggie-style fucking of my tender private rear entrance.
His come started gushing in huge hot spurts, filling by ass hole all the way. I could hear the squishing and gushing sounds of his cock barreling into me with his own come engulfing his erect projectile of flesh.
He didn't stop his quickened pumping action until the very last drop of his semen was shot up into me.
Mr. West had politely, if you could call it that from an animal such as him, waited until Mr. Smith was completely done enjoying his own torrid orgasm before he pulled out of me.
However, the second he was sure Mr. Smith was done coming, Mr. West pulled his prick hurriedly out of my cunt hole. Mr. Smith followed suit a few seconds later, I guess they both realized suddenly where they were, and that they had taken a great chance in what they had done to me.
Now that it was all over, they just wanted to get the fuck out of there.
"I wouldn't say anything to anyone about this, If I were you," they told me. They they dunked themselves under the shower, and left me there alone.
I knew what they were saying, and it was true. I couldn't say anything to anyone, because no one would believe me. Also, they had been teaching at the school for over ten years, both of them, and they would stick together, calling me a very sick girl for making up such a preposterous story.
I waited until I was sure they were gone, then I showered my bruised and battered body, got a set of clothes out of my locker, and went home to cry myself to sleep.
CONCLUSION
I have been seeing Mindy for quite a while now, and unfortunately she still can not have sex with anyone, even her old boyfriend Chuck. The episode of her rape by the two older men really damaged her emotions to a high level.
I hope that after another few months of heavy work with her, I can get her to the point where she will at least go out with a man, let alone have sexual intercourse with him.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject: Kathy P. Age: Twenty-two
INTERVIEW ONE
Kathy came to me I think just for someone to talk to, and because she had the money to spend for that privilege. She didn't find herself at all in need of any help, but I was glad that I could talk to her in any event.
Her story was a strange one, because she was in the business of making love. In other words, she was a hooker. But, a happy hooker for sure.
Here then is her story, just the way she told it to me in two successive interviews I had with her. We only had two interviews all together, so the following transcript is everything the young lady said to me.
As a slight form of introduction, Kathy was not what you may have in your mind as the image of a hooker. She was very tall, and exceptionally beautiful. To look at her, you would be sure that she could have any man in any condition she wanted.
However, her special appetite towards older gentlemen and their attention, led her to the life of street-walking.
When she came to see me she was wearing a pair of bright red hot-pants, which I must admit that even to me, they seemed almost indecent they were so short and so tight.
She had on a low cut sweater which showed off her cleavage quite visibly. She was a very sensual young lady, and I must admit I enjoyed our two interviews tremendously.
Here then is her story, just the way she told it to me.
I don't really know why I'm here, Doc, I guess I just felt like rapping to someone that I wasn't going to fuck for a change. In my line of work they usually go hand-in-hand, or cock-in-cunt, or something like that.
I hope you don't mind if I just rap the way I would rap to a friend, I can't get into using big words, or covering up dirty one's if you know what I mean.
Let me see, I suppose you want to know all about me and how I got so hung up on older men. Well, it's really very simple. I just dig maturity.
I suppose that Johnny had something to do with changing the direction of my sexual and mental outlook on men. Johnny was the guy I dated in high school and then in college.
Yes, believe it or not, I went to college for three years. I was going to be a scientist and save the world. They I decided it would be more fun, as well as more profitable, to just fuck the whole world instead.
Anyway, back to what I was saying. Johnny was my childhood sweetheart, I guess you could say. But, you see, Doctor, that was just the problem.
He was a child!
I loved him well enough, and he loved me back. He was constantly hounding me to get married, and live with him in Ohio and raise com and babies, something that I couldn't get behind at all.
Johnny was so young Doctor, so young in every way. Our love-making was okay, but it got boring after a while. He never wanted to change position, and he hardly ever wanted to eat my pussy. It was just the same old thing, shoving his not too large cock up my beautiful juicy pussy. Oh, I would come, and he would come, and we would tell each other that we loved each other, but that was it.
I knew all along there was something missing with Johnny. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I was sure of one thing-I didn't want to spend the rest of my life with him, I didn't even want to spend the rest of my life fucking with him. He just didn't have what I was looking for.
I was to find out in a short period of time, that it was maturity that Johnny was really lacking.
I needed someone older, more mature, more wise. Someone who knew how to treat me like a woman, instead of a little girl. I needed an older man.
I remember how the whole thing began, as far as me getting into older men. I also know that the first time, because it was so fucking great, definitely influenced my outlook on men and life in general, causing me to get into the state of mind that I've been in for the last couple of years.
Now, as it turns out, I wouldn't even think of going out with anyone that wasn't at least forty. I think it takes forty years of growing and suffering to really get a man together, if you know what I mean, Doctor.
Well, anyway, the first time. Oh yes, Robert. Robert was something else. I met him while I was waitressing at a rather chique restaurant on the East side of town.
I got the job through one of my girlfriends, who was kind of a swinger. She dated older men too, as a matter-of-fact, now that I think of it.
I had only been working there two days. I was still sort of nervous, because it was imagine food and imagine drinks and I had to be on my best behavior.
We were given these long dresses to wear, with leotard tops which really showed off my big tits to the best possible advantage, something I was happy about, because I'm sure that's what first attracted Robert.
The place was one of those establishments that catered to the lunch crowd of businessmen. They would come in from the same office, or bring clients to impress them, wining and dining them, hoping to get a contract signed, or a new job for their firm.
It was all a little hokey, but it did give me the opportunity to meet Robert.
It was the type of place where we had to get cigarettes for the customer and bring them to their table, drinks served on little silver trays, and things like that.
I didn't notice Robert until he called me over to fetch him a pack of Kent's. I felt a certain attraction for him as soon as he spoke to me.
It wasn't a fatherly attraction, but it was definitely a maturity one. He was well-dressed in a form fitting suit, obviously worth a lot of money.
He had silver hair, and a trim beard. He was a dashing-looking older man and he seemed to get my heart zipping right from the start.
"Here you are, sir," I said, handing him the pack of cigarettes and flashing him a big smile. I had the biggest urge to make conversation with him, but he was with a client, or a friend, and they were engrossed in heavy conversation.
Nevertheless, he did send out some sexual vibrations in my direction, and I picked up on them readily, returning them the best I could without being too obvious.
I was also thinking that I was new to the job and I didn't want to risk losing it. I needed the money desperately because I had just taken a rather imagine apartment, and the rent was $200 a month, and I had to pay it on myself.
It was a tricky situation, believe me. I remember it clearly, probably because I wanted to get to know him so badly, but couldn't decide what the safest way would be to do it.
As it turned out, I shouldn't have worried in any care. When Robert asked for his check, he handed me a small slip of paper, very coyly, very slyly, so that no one except him and I saw what had happened.
My heart was pounding madly as I tucked the piece of paper into my apron and paid his check for him. I was very busy, and didn't get a chance to get to the ladies room where I could be alone to look at the note until just before closing, around five o'clock that same night.
The note was very simple, but really got to me. It told me his name, Robert Lansing, gave me his phone number and address. It said that he would like very much to invite me over for cocktails and dinner, and that if I would like to come, just call him that very same evening.
This was a very strange way to meet someone, I was thinking to myself, but the immediate attraction I felt for the man led me to follow my instincts, which were to call him the second I got off work.
It was about six-thirty when we spoke to each other, and my body was trembling with weird sensations as we talked.
"Mr. Lansing?"
"Yes?"
"I'm Kathy, the girl you gave the note to at the restaurant today?"
"Oh, I'm so glad you called," he said, changing his business-like voice to one of heated passion.
I could feel the sexual vibrations even over the phone. If I had had any doubts about where he was coming from, I had them no longer. I knew he was after my ass, and my ass he was going to get.
I would go along and play the game of coming for dinner and drinks, if that was the way he wanted to approach it. As a matter-of-fact, I guess that was what made me dig him right off. Instead of just saying hi baby, want to fuck? He was asking me to dinner in a very elegant fashion.
I knew before I even arrived at his penthouse that night, that I was in for a treat. I had no idea that he was as well off as he turned out to be, but I knew it would be luxurious in any event.
The doorman was expecting me, and showed me the special private elevator that brought me up to the entire top floor of this luxurious apartment building in the most fashionable section of town.
I couldn't tell what floor we were on, because the elevator just said penthouse inside. However, the ride was long, and I knew his apartment must be pretty high up, probably with a great view.
It was!
I rang the bell and awaited him nervously.
"Good evening, Miss," a butler, completely dressed in black tie and tails said, opening the door and ushering me in.
He took my shawl and escorted me into the living room, where he told me my host would be with me momentarily. There was a large mirror in the room, and I took a good look at myself in these last few moments alone before meeting Robert, for what I knew was going to be an exceptionally exciting evening.
I had worn my one and only evening dress. It was floor-length, and made of a beautiful white satin. It hugged my body perfectly, showing off my fine figure. I'm not being egotistical, Doc, just stating facts.
I usually wore a bra, but something told me not to tonight. I wanted to be especially sexy-looking. The dress gave me enough support to help hold up my huge tits, and it even helped push them out a little.
The only thing that made me self-conscious was the fact that my nipples, already becoming stiff from anticipation of immediate sexual attention by Robert, were sticking out proud and strong.
You could see them clearly through the thin white satin, causing little projectile bumps in the front of the dress. I knew that I was reeking of sex, and hints of sexual contact, and that was, after all, just exactly what I wanted.
I had washed my long blonde hair, but instead of setting it like I usually did, giving it curl, I let it hang straight and long down over my shoulders. I pulled some of it in front of me, so that the ends were resting on my almost completely visible breasts.
There was practically no front to the dress, Doctor, so I showed a hell of a lot of cleavage, and a good half of each of my big orbs of womanly flesh.
I was happy with the way I looked. There was something strange stirring inside of me, something womanly. I was changing, growing up, opening my horizons. Something was telling me that Robert was going to open those doors all the way, bring me out of my girlish shell, a shell I had been in with Johnny for far too many years.
Suddenly the huge wooden doors opened, and there was Robert. He was dressed completely formal, in white tie and tails. He looked exquisite.
It's funny, but if someone had told me before that I was going to go to someone's house for a dinner like this, and the guy who invited me was going to be dressed like he was going to the President's ball, I would have laughed.
But Robert pulled it all off, made it all look fine. He carried himself with a distinguished air that was unmistakably gentlemanly, unmistakably adult.
"Good evening, Kathy," he said, in a low gruff voice. He smiled at me warmly.
He extended his hand, and I placed mine in it. He pulled my hand up to his lips, and kissed it gently. No man had ever kissed my hand in this fashion before, and I blushed madly.
"I'm so glad you could come, dear," he said to me, placing my arm over his, and leading me out of the living room.
He led me into the dining room, where he held a huge high-backed chair for me while I sat down. The table was like something out of a movie, like everything else in the place, including Robert.
There were beautiful fresh flowers, crystal up the ass, and long silver candlesticks. I couldn't believe the way it all looked, and more than that, I couldn't believe the way I was feeling.
I could feel my pussy beginning to leak from sexual erotic excitement.
Robert sat at the other end of the long table. As soon as he seated himself, two servants entered the room, filled the water glasses, light the candles and dimmed the over-head lights.
It was all like a routine. Robert didn't have to say a thing. I knew this meant that either he did this quite often, with a lot of different young girls, or he had given some very explicit instructions to his servants as to how he wanted to have the evening go.
I found out later that I was the first young woman he had had up in his apartment for dinner in months. It was a special evening for him, as it was for me.
I guess even before we got down to fucking and sucking, which came right after dinner, we both knew that we had made a special connection in the restaurant. We both knew that we had something to offer each other, and we were both sure it was going to be something healthy, something positive, and something very, very exciting.
Dinner went without a hitch. We talked about very intellectual things, and I found that I wasn't bored at all. I had gotten bored all the time with my conversations with Johnny, especially lately.
Robert was a stimulating man. He had traveled all over the world, seen everything, and done a lot. I loved listening to him talk, and was in a kind of rapturous state during the entire meal.
We had champagne with dinner, and I was getting pretty loose by the end of it. He was holding the liquor much better than I, but I definitely saw a loosening up in him as well.
We were laughing and joking about by the time the imagine fruit and sherry desert rolled around, and then we retired to the den for coffee.
Up to that point he hadn't made the slightest sexual advance toward me, either verbally or physically. I knew that the time was at hand however, and wasn't at all surprised when he asked me if I would like to see the rest of the house, knowing damn well we would end up in his boudoir.
I was right in my assumption about the bedroom. As soon as we saw the rest of the gigantic house, including his roof terrace which had the most beautiful view I had ever seen in my life, he showed me his bedroom, which had a large couch in one comer, where we sat to talk, and obviously, get better acquainted.
I thought that it would be best to stop Kathy before she got into the specific details of her sexual encounter with Robert, her first older lover, and the stories of her others. I asked her to come back in two days, and she said she would.
INTERVIEW TWO
The next time I saw Kathy she was bubbling with enthusiasm. She told me she had really been looking forward to coming in to see me, which made me feel good too. I told her to continue where she left off, reminding her where she was in her story by replaying a portion of my tape.
Well, it didn't take Robert long to get down to business once we were on that couch in his room. It was as if the atmosphere of his bedroom was just the spark he needed to come out of his conservative-appearing self, and into the more frivolous person that he really was.
Robert slipped his arm around my shoulder, letting it deliberately hang down over my right breast. He pulled me close to him, and I melted in his arms. I opened my mouth willingly as he pressed his lips up against mine, and sent his tongue flying into my mouth cavity in a frenzy of blissful erotic attention.
His kiss was sweet, and the saliva began to flow freely between our mouths. He pressed me tighter and tighter to him, until my almost bare breasts were pressing firmly up against his tuxedo.
"Why don't we get undressed, my dear," he said, still somewhat conservative in his speech, but with a sparkle in his eyes that told me he was going to be one hell of a fuck.
"That would be nice, Robert," I answered him softly, in my most feminine of tones.
In practically no time at all, we were both out of our dressy apparel, and into the bed. He had a gigantic bed, with one of those canopies like all the beds in Gone With the Wind. It was quite romantic.
Robert had a dinner on all the switches in his house, and he turned the chandelier way down, so that their was just enough light streaming through the bedroom to see each other with, as much as we had to in the midst of making love.
I only got a quick glance of Robert's body because we were both so eager to jump into bed, we were under the covers like lightning. What I did get to see excited the shit out of me, Doc, really.
He was well-muscled and very well preserved for a man of his age. I found out later that he worked-out at a private gym three times a week, swimming and running and even lifting weights. He was very conscious of keeping himself in top physical condition, and it showed.
Robert didn't waste any time once we were snugly underneath the big quilt on his bed. He began kissing me feverishly, working his way down over my cheek, and then to my neck. He sucked on my neck sensuously, bringing the blood to the surface in what I knew would be a large ring of hickeys.
I always stopped Johnny from giving me hickeys, thinking it was tacky. However, with Robert, it was different-but then, everything was different with Robert, and I do mean "everything".
Robert had a huge cock, a healthy cock, and one that was raring to go. I could feel it pressing firmly against my thighs as he worked over my neck, and then slipped down, taking one of my titties at a time into his mouth.
He had a beautiful love-making technique. He could be both gentle and rough at the same time. He would fondly caress my orbs of womanly flesh, licking them individually, caressing them with his saliva-coated tongue and his hot horny mouth, then he would bite down severely on my nipples, causing me a beautiful combination of pain and pleasure at the same time.
I don't know if it was the way he was doing things, just him himself, or a strange combination of both, but whatever it was he was doing it was making me lose my mind. I don't think I had ever in my life felt as hot as I did at that moment.
Even before he got down to my pussy, which he did a few seconds later, it was already dripping with love juices. I was hot to fuck all right, and Robert was the reason for my sexual bliss, the all-encompassing reason.
He continued his southward journey on my body, licking every single inch of my flesh, letting his hot saliva spew out over my body in large quantities, keeping me in a constant state of physical and emotional excitement.
Inch by inch he got closer to my crotch. Just when I thought he was going to start licking my pussy, he by-passed it, slipping his tongue around on my inner thigh.
This prolonged anxiety drove me out of my mind and I started squirming all over the bed. The quilt went flying on the floor, but we had our love to keep us warm!
Finally he got to my cunt, that all important love hole that he wanted to devour so badly, and that I wanted to be eaten out by the humpy older man with a passion.
He licked away at my cunt lips, parting them with his teeth and sending his tongue zooming in and out of the slippery crevice. I was flowing freely with my love juices, and he licked them up passionately, making loud slurping sounds as he did it.
He really knew how to eat pussy, I can tell you that, Doctor. Over and over again his tongue darted in and out of my cunt hole, getting me more worked up with each knew insertion.
He got a hold of my clit with the tip of his tongue and began to tickle it, toying with it, causing me to get goose-pimples all up and down my spine. I was in a state of pure sexual bliss, a bliss that I had longed to experience for many years with Johnny, but had just never found.
I dug my fingernails into Robert's shoulders as he kept up his seemingly never-ending cunt-lapping technique. He finally tired of this activity, but only because he had bigger and better things on his sex-hungry little mind
He wanted to ram his healthy seven-inch cock up my twat, and I was eager for him to do it. I had a feeling that I was going to get fucked by a real man for the first time in my life and I could hardly wait.
He kneeled up between my thighs, pushing my legs apart gently. I got a good look at his body and his prick now, and the sight excited the hell out of me.
I wanted to attack him, but that would come later. Right now I would let him be in control, I would let him do all the work. I would let him let his masculinity come to the surface, his all encompassing sexual appetite be appeased. I was his, to do with as he wanted, to enjoy sexual communion with, to unite with as one.
I thought that perhaps he would slip his cock into me gently working his way up to maximum fucking speed and capabilities gradually, a little at a time.
I was wrong in this assumption.
I don't know if it was the way he always was use to doing things, or if it was just because I was making him so fucking hot, but he shoved his cock up into me with one big swoop, sending his thick throbbing pecker all the way into the bottom of my cunt canal.
I gasped as his cock tore into me, and he began his fucking rhythm. I couldn't believe the amount of gusto and vigor he was showing me while fucking. He was like a man of eighteen, as far as energy went, but with the polish of a fine piece of silver. He had class, all the way down to his ass, so to speak.
In and out of my cunt went his flying cock. I could feel my body heat increasing rapidly as my orgasm neared its fulfillment, its reward of physical satisfaction.
I could tell by the way his pantings increased both in tempo and loudness that he was going to come in no time at all. I had him hot all right, and I was going to give him the best fuck of his life if it killed me.
Every time he sent his cock into my cunt, I squeezed my cunt muscles together firmly, surround his prick with my slippery cunt walls, enticing him, heightening the already great feelings he was getting from entering my private love hole.
Our rhythm was beautiful, so much more rewarding than any of the fucks Johnny had given me. I thought of Johnny every once in a while we were making love, and couldn't help but make the obvious comparison.
Doctor, it's like driving a VW or a Mercedes. There just isn't any comparison. Robert was so fine, so intelligent and mature, and he could make love like a man, not like a little boy. That was the big difference, and that was what hooked me right from the start with older men.
I knew that an older man could give me something I could never get from a twenty year old, maturity and experience. I guess it just takes age to get it all together, and Robert surely had it all together, for damn sure!
We came at the same time, enjoying the blissful release of our sexual endeavors. I have never orgasmed like that in my life Doctor, it was heavenly.
Robert sent a seemingly never-ending supply of hot come up into me. It filled my little cunt to capacity, and it spewed out of my pussy, mixing with my own love juices, and forming pools of passionate fluids.
His cock made squishy sounds as it finished its last few strokes in and out of my cunt hole, the come gushing all over his prick and my cunt lips.
We were both exhausted after our sexual confrontation. We had worked each other into a sexual and enticing frenzy, and now we needed to rest.
He pulled out of me, and rolled over onto the bed on his back. I was more out of breath than he was. We lied together in each other's arms for a long period of time without saying a word. We had said it all in what we had just done, and words would have been a total waste of time, at least right then.
"Want to take a shower?" he asked me, after we had rested for ten minutes or so.
"That would be heavenly," I told him, blinking my big blue eyes up into his face.
I followed him into the gigantic marble bathroom, and into the shower. It was a shower like I had never seen. He had had it custom built, making it unique.
It had eight different nozzles, and they all sprayed at your body from different angles. There were several overhead, but there were also some along the sides of the stall, and there was two on the floor which shot straight up. Those were the ones that really got me. They sent steaming sprays directly up my cunt, and I loved it.
The water got us both excited all over again, until we had to do something about it. I got a little brazen, thinking that I had been intimate enough with him to be so.
Without saying a word, and right when he was shampooing his hair, so that he had his eyes closed, I dropped to my knees, right over one of the nozzles, so that it was gushing hot water directly into my pussy, and pulled his deliciously limp pecker into my hot and hungry mouth cavity.
Robert sighed as he felt my hot mouth on his cock. I really went to town sucking him. In no time at all, his manly love pole was once again at its beautiful fully erect state.
I had been sucking Johnny's cock for so long, I thought that his was the biggest. I found out that Robert's was much, much bigger, especially in the thickness department.
I gagged a couple of times as I pulled the monstrous thing in and out of my mouth, but nothing would deter me from my mission. I sucked and sucked on his cock, bringing the come boiling up through his balls.
I had enjoyed his come in my twat, and now I wanted to enjoy his come in my mouth. I wanted to taste his manly fluids, to swallow them, to experience his seed of life coursing through my system, sending me into heights of rapture, which I knew the taste of it would do.
I was right in that assumption!
Even though Robert had come less than a half hour before he was raring to go all over again. He wasn't forcing his excitement by any means. He was bracing himself against the walls of the shower stall for support, because I was sucking him with such gusto.
Over and over I lunged forward, engulfing all seven inches of his manhood, pulling deep into the bottom most recesses of my throat, swirling his hot tongue all around his shaft, making him quiver with excitement.
I knew he was going to shoot any minute, and I wanted to enjoy an orgasm with him, as we had done before. I reached down, and jabbed my own finger into my pussy hole, which by this time had already started oozing with anticipation again.
All of a sudden I heard Robert scream at the top of his lungs, and at the same second a large gush of his hot gooey jism came flying out of his piss slit at the very tip of his purple bulbous cock-head, and went pouring into my mouth.
I gulped it down savagely, never for a minute letting up on the pressure of sucking that I was giving him. I jabbed my finger in and out of my pussy furiously while he was coming, and the combination of my own physical efforts, plus the excited feeling I was getting coursing through my body from the taste of his lovely juices, brought forth my own tremendous multiple orgasm.
We both came together once again, and it was just as good or even better than the first time. We were really united as one in our sexual unison, and it was beautiful.
Well, Doctor, that's about it as far as Robert goes. Of course to make a long story short, Robert and I became lovers, and then he became I guess what you could call a pimp. He started fixing me up with older gentlemen friends of his, for exorbitant figures. I moved in with Robert and I'm still living and working for him.
I love going on the assignments that he sends me on, because they are all older men, wiser men, and men with a great zest for life, just like himself.
I will never sleep with a young man again, never!
CONCLUSION
This patient was set in her ways, and a very happy individual and I wouldn't have dreamed of influencing her to change her life style. I told her that if things ever got rough, and she needed a friend to talk to, just stop in and see me.
I haven't heard from her in over a year, other than a short note saying hello, so I guess she's doing all right with her older gentlemen friend, and her older lover, Robert.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Subject: Patty E. Age: Twenty-five
INTERVIEW ONE
Here again, is another case of a young lady who has found herself in an uncomfortable position because of a relationship with an older man. She stepped out of her normal every day existence to get involved with this gentleman, and her life has been a chaotic turmoil ever since.
I will let the transcript of our two interviews together speak for themselves. Here then is the story of Patty E.
Oh, Doctor, I hope that you can give me some good advice. Ever since I started seeing Marty things have been crazy. I don't love my husband any more, for damn sure. I love my daughter Angela, but even she is coming secondary now. It's an obsession with me to see Marty, and I know I have to do something with it before it destroys me.
I guess I should start at the beginning so you can get the entire picture.
It all started about three months ago. We moved into one of the nicer sections of Glendale, my husband Bill, my daughter Angela and I.
Bill is a traveling salesman for a large shoe manufacturer, and Glendale is fairly near the airport. He travels constantly, so this was why we made the move from the city.
Anyway, I first saw Marty the first weekend we were in our new home. Bill had gone to Detroit for a three day weekend to attend some damn shoe convention. He was always going away, always leaving me alone with my own problems and my own desires. We weren't even really very close when he was home, we were more like strangers than husband and wife.
I know that we stayed together because of Angela, but now, since I have fallen in love with Marty, I even have doubts that I can keep the marriage together, Angela or no Angela.
That's how deep my love for Marty has become.
So, I was out gardening, getting the back lawn in some kind of shape. The last tenants obviously never did a thing to it and it was a mess.
The Back yard was completely cut off from view from all the other neighbors, except for one entrance through the hedge into the people next door, who up until then I hadn't met. I had been so busy unpacking and getting settled, I hadn't had the time to go around and meet any of them.
I decided that since I had so much privacy, I would get away without wearing a bra. I'm basically a back-to-nature girl anyway, and always stayed in the nude around the house.
I was wearing a pair of tight cut-off dungaree shorts, that rode my ass sensuously, showing off the crack between my ass cheeks, they were so fucking tight.
The sun felt good on my bare breasts (size thirty-eight by the way Doc) and I felt very free. I as glad that Bill had gone away, it gave me some time to do some thinking.
Even then, before I met Marty, I was considering talking to Bill about a divorce. Neither of us were happy, and it didn't seem to make any sense that we stay together just because of Angela.
I was raking away, really getting into straightening up the yard, and my tits were flying in he breeze. Of course I didn't know that all this time I was being watched by a very handsome married man next door, whose wife was also out of town, visiting her family for two weeks.
All of a sudden Marty sneezed, and I whirled around. There he was, standing in swimming trunks between the gap in our mutual hedge, a roaring hard-on.
Oh, he had his suit pulled up, but it was a tight brief suit, and I could see the huge outline of his obviously stiff prick extending forward, pushing the thin material of his nylon suit way out in front of him.
He was a handsome devil, and I think that even before I realized my tits were exposed, and became embarrassed, I was attracted to him. He looked quite old, I guessed fifty or fifty-five, but extremely handsome and well-preserved.
My husband Bill is my age, but very scatter-brained. He has no sense of maturity at all, from everything to the way he runs his business to the way he runs the home, and most important, the way he runs his sex-life.
In short, he is a bore!
This man that was staring at me had a certain magnetism about him that made me just open my mouth and stare at him for several long seconds, before it dawned on me that he was a stranger, and I was standing there naked from the waist up.
"Ohhhhh," I finally screamed, covering my two huge titties the best I could with only my thin arms.
"Sorry I startled you," he said, not apologizing at all for watching me in my naked state.
After all, I thought to myself, there was a hole in the hedge, and it was me that was running around half naked, asking to be looked at if the possibility came up.
Well, it came up all right, and there he was, his mouth open, and his cock roaring hard and ready for action.
I had never thought of an older man as a sexual outlet or means of fulfillment before, but in those first few fleeting seconds as Marty and I stared at one another with mutual admiration, those were just exactly the thoughts that went coursing through my young horny mind.
"Ahhh, well, hello," I said, not running away from him like a scared jack-rabbit, the way I think I would have reacted if it had been someone other than Marty standing there peeking at my naked titties so wantonly.
"Hi, my name's Marty," he said, stepping through the fence, quite brazen actuary.
"Mine is Patty," I said, and for some strange reason, as I said it I dropped my arms, exposing to his full view my two beautiful breasts.
I don't know what it was Doc, but the combination of me being basically a nudist at. heart, and the way I felt very relaxed with Marty, almost as if I had known him all my life, made me react the way I would have around Bill, as far as being nude went that is.
I think most people are far too hung-up on their bodies and sexuality in general, and it's time for some liberalizing of stuffy old minds.
Marty stared wantonly at my breasts, but didn't make any move to touch me (not then at least) and he merely asked me if he could help me do some gardening.
I was so astounded at the easy-go-lucky attitude he was having, I decided it would be great. Angela was staying at her little girlfriend's for the whole weekend, so I had the house to myself. I decided to be a little adventuresome.
Of course, had I known at the time that within a matter of hours I was going to fall in love with the man, and that it was really going to put my life in a turmoil, I may have told him to go away. Then again, I may not have.
I think even with all the fucked up things that are going on now between us, and our respective mates, I still would have done it. Marty was just too beautiful to not want to make love with, and be in love with as well. It was a double combination that I just couldn't resist, not at all.
"Sure, that would be nice," I said, letting my eyes glance down at his ever-growing bulge in his tight little suit.
I just couldn't get over what a great body he had, and how physically attracted to him I was. I had never been turned on by older men before, and I knew that it was Mary that was attracting me, not his age. His age took second place to the erotic desires I was having for him and about him.
So, we set about working on the garden. I told him what he could do to help, and he obliged. There was nothing sexual while we worked together, although I must admit we were both checking each other out quite thoroughly.
He would stare at my tits when he thought I wasn't looking, and I would do the same thing with the huge bulge in the front of his bathing suit, or the rippling muscles that I found clinging to his massive but trim frame.
He was really a well put together man, and he had my sexual appetite up quite high, i wanted to devour him, to make wild passionate love with him, but I thought that those were just wild imaginative dreams I was having.
I was soon to find out that Marty was having the same sexual thoughts about me, and that soon we would be doing just exactly what I was dreaming about, making love together.
I must admit, Doctor, I was the one that made the first move. In some ways I regret this now, because everything may have never got going if it wasn't for my forwardness.
"Would you like to come in for a drink?" I asked him coyly, sex on my mind, but not really trying to send out those vibrations too heavily. After all, at that time I didn't know anything about him, whether he was married or what!
"Sure would," he said, almost too enthusiastically.
My heart was pounding as he followed me into the living room of our ranch-styled house. I felt free enough with Marty to still keep my breasts exposed, even while we were sitting down over a drink and a cigarette getting to know one another.
In an hours conversation we told one another our whole life story. Where we were from, where we went to school, when we got married, and all of that rhetoric.
It turned out that he had been married for fifteen years, but he had recently found out his wife was fooling around with other men, so now he did the same thing with other woman.
He said that he had had a couple of disastrous affairs, and realized that he was really into finding another wife, more than finding another lover.
What he was looking for turned me on considerably, because, basically, that was just what I was looking for. Sure, I wanted some good sex, but I didn't feel like meeting someone secretly behind Bill's back. I knew how sticky a situation like that could become. I wanted something permanent, I wanted to be in love, it was just that my husband wasn't the right person for me to have these very precious and very sensitive feelings with.
It may have been at one time, but it certainly wasn't that way now!
Once again, it was me who made the first move. I had to have this man. The more I talked to him, the more I realized the dangers, the obvious ones, of us getting involved. But I still forged ahead, knowing the risk I was taking, but throwing that all aside. I had to have his body, I had to have him make love to me, and I wanted desperately to make love to him.
I got up, and walked over to where he was sitting.
"Marty," I said, quite frankly, "would you love to make love with me?"
He didn't say a word. He just stood up, and pulled me into his arms. I melted into his manly strength, letting his powerful bicep crush me into him.
I felt the huge bulge of his crotch pressing firmly against the denim of my shirts, as my two big firm titties rubbed against his muscular hairy torso.
It was love and sex from the first touch. We seemed to both know that, without having to speak the words. There was a strange kind of animal attraction between us, drawing us together like sex magnets.
We hugged and kissed feverishly for a long time, standing up, feeling our bodies rubbing together and getting to know one another.
"Let's go into the bedroom where we can be more comfortable," I said, using a corny old phrase, but one that was apropos.
Once again, Marty was speechless. The lightning look in his dark brown eyes told me that he was game, game for anything that I wanted to do, and then some.
We practically raced into the bedroom, and took off our clothes. His cock was even bigger than I imagined, long, thick, with a tiny pool of pre-orgasmic come resting at the tip of his purplish throbbing cock head.
He was ready for love all night, that was for damn sure.
I was as ready as he was. I hadn't had any type of sex with Bill in over a month, and the last time we did try fucking it was disastrous. Nothing seemed to go together right, and we both ended up being bored as shit.
Before we stretched out on the bed, while Marty was still standing beside it, I grabbed a hold of his balls with my two hands, cupping and massaging them at the same time, and then with one gulp I pulled all of his gigantic cock into my mouth.
It tasted sweet and I went to work on it. I had the biggest urge to give him as much pleasure as I possibly could. I wanted to satisfy him completely, and thoroughly.
I saw that our time was just about up, and since the heaviest part of her story was what was coming up, I asked her if she could come back the following Tuesday at the same time and continue her story.
She told me that she would be happy to, that she really had a lot more to tell me, and wanted my advice. She said she was losing her mind over this guy, and really had to get herself together before she wrecked her life completely.
INTERVIEW TWO
My patient was in somewhat depressed state of mind when I saw her for this second visit, even more so than the first time. She said that she was still seeing Marty, and that she still wanted him desperately.
Well, I don't want to sum it up for you, I'll let you read what she said to me exactly so that you can get the full picture, and therefore the full meaning and understanding of her problem.
Hello Doctor, I'm so glad to see you again. I think I'm losing my mind over this guy. I just don't know what to do.
I guess I should pick up telling you about the whole thing where I left off. Let me see, oh yes, we were making love.
Marty's cock was so big I almost choked on it a couple of times, but the magnetism I was feeling for him overpowered me, and I plunged ahead.
It was funny, because sucking Bill's little dinky cock never excited me at all, and he was a young man. But this much older gentleman, this man I hardly knew at all, had more sex appeal in his little ringer than Bill had in his whole body, cock included.
I knew it wasn't going to take much sucking on his prick to make him come, he was hot and bothered all ready, especially from seeing me run around bare-breasted all afternoon.
His cock tasted good in my mouth, and I continued sucking away on it with a passion. Over and over again I plunged my lips down over his slippery shaft, pulling all of his glorious manhood deep into my mouth, and enjoying it completely.
Marty was rocking about, and I could see that his knees were going weak from the sexual oral attention I was so pleasurably bestowing upon him.
He placed his hand on my head and began shoving my mouth in and out on his cock. I certainly didn't need the extra amount of attention, but the forcefulness of his attitude excited me, and made me suck him all the more vigorously.
I thought of Bill, only briefly, and of our marriage and of our daughter. However, none of that was going to stand in the way of my affair with Marty.
You see, Doctor, at that time it was just an affair to me. I thought it was a good way to release some of the pent-up sexual frustrations that I was feeling because of having no sex with Bill, and lousy sex when I did have it.
I had no idea, of course, that what was starting out as just a simple love affair was going to turn into a very, very heavy emotional bind between the two of us.
Marty's sounds of pleasure were increasing with every stroke of my head. I knew that I could suck him to a glorious orgasm in just a little while, but there were so many more things we both wanted to do, so many more types of love we wanted to explore, I just had to stop sucking him.
He moaned with frustration as I pulled my mouth off his throbbing shaft, but it didn't take him long to get back in action. In no time at all he pounced on top of me on the bed, and smothered me with his love and affection.
His weight pressed me into the large mattress of my bed, and my mouth opened willingly to accept his long wet saliva-coated tongue. Our kisses were passionate, beautiful, and highly stimulating.
I could feel my cunt twitching, and pre-orgasmic juices beginning to flow from my pussy. It was funny, I thought to myself, that my pussy usually stayed very dry when fucking Bill. He always had a hard time ramming his cock down into me, because he could never get me excited enough for my natural juices to flow freely. He usually had to end up using vaseline or some other kind of lubricant.
With Marty, things were completely different. He had every nerve ending in my body excited with sexual desires, and my pussy was flowing freely and plentifully. I knew that when he got around to fucking me, which wouldn't be much longer the way things were going at present, he wouldn't have any trouble slipping his big cock into my pussy. My path would be well lubricated and ready to accept his manhood effortlessly.
Marty's sounds of pleasure were increasing the harder he kissed me. He was being very verbal with his emotion, and as I heard him grunting and moaning I became more and more excited.
Any inhibitions that I was used to possessing I let go, and I grunted and moaned right along with him. The two of us sounded like a couple of wild animals in the throes of a passionate blissful affair.
Marty started to work his busily sucking mouth down over the nape of my neck, paying special attention to that vulnerable area, kissing me, letting his tongue dart in and out of his mouth in a snake-like manner.
Marty really knew how to excite me, and I gave into him completely. I let him take me, make love to me in the way that only he could. I was his to use and abuse, to enjoy, to fill with rapture and wonderful enjoyment.
Oh, if only Bill could have turned me on half as much, Doctor, I know that I would not be in the mental state of total frustration I'm in now. But there was no way that I could, nor can now, hide the truth. Bill just can't excite me the way Marty can, there's no way to get around that very simple fact.
Marty raced down over my body, letting the saliva flow freely from his mouth, covering my breasts with spit. He stopped over my titties and worked them over with his tongue until I was squirming around on the bed like a mad woman.
He took my two tits into his mouth and kissed and loved them like I've never had done before. He was such an expert lover, he knew exactly where to apply pressure and how much.
He nibbled on my tremendously stiff nipples, chewing away on them, causing shivers of electricity to run up and down my spine. I clutched the bed sheets for some kind of support as he kneaded my tits with his hands, while he continued to lick and suck on my nipples.
Lower and lower he went on my body, until he reached my very special area, my very private area, the area of my body that hadn't been excited in so many years-my pussy!
His tongue started flying around my cunt lips, tickling my pubic hairs, parting my lips, playing with my clit, driving me out of my mind with lustful desires.
He jabbed his tongue in and out of my pussy until I thought I was going to scream. This was all foreplay, something which Bill and I never got involved in. I think that was half the problem with our relationship.
Bill would always jump in bed, rip off my clothes, and try and stick his little prick into my tight dry pussy. It would never work, and when it did, occasionally, it would be lousy, for both of us.
Marty was making love to me, not just sticking his prick in the nearest hole. Know what I mean Doctor? There was a definite difference, a difference which made the whole episode so much more enjoyable than it ever was with Bill.
I think I knew I loved Marty from that first time we were together. Such a total feeling of rapture engulfed my body and my nervous system. I felt like a little girl making love for the first time. That was just the way that he effected me. He seemed to be able to turn me on in the fullest possible way, and I loved it, and I loved him for doing it to me.
I could feel Marty's whole body shaking now, he was getting so fucking excited. The bed was rocking with our mutual emotion, and I knew that time was soon going to be at hand when we could take it no longer. We would have to give in to our basic animal desires and start fucking like crazy.
That's just what happened!
Marty kneeled up between my legs, pushing my thighs gently apart with his hands. Even the way he did this, manly, gently, beautifully, turned me on. He knew how to handle me, to make me feel complete and whole. How to make the most out of our sexual union, something Bill had no conception of whatsoever.
I glanced down at Marty's throbbing pecker, and saw that a pool of come had formed at the piss slit at the tip of his bulbous cock head. He was excited all right, that was for damn sure. He wasn't going to have any trouble keeping it up while fucking me.
That was another thing that I thought about in comparison to making love with Bill. There was many times that we did get around to fucking, that Bill would lose an erection right in the middle of plowing in and out of me. If that wasn't annoying and frustrating, nothing was.
It wasn't that Bill wasn't a man, he was masculine all right, he just didn't know how to make love. He didn't have the right technique, for whatever reasons. Perhaps I just wasn't the right woman for him, as he wasn't the right man for me.
Anyway, I knew Marty was right for me the second his throbbing pulsating cock head touched the entrance to my joy nest. Slowly, delicately, but with a fevered determination, he began to shove his massive love pole deeper and deeper into my cunt passage.
My body filled with sexual bliss as his long thick prick descended into my body. I could feel the monster filling my passageway, and my body quivered with excitement and anticipation of the glorious orgasm which I knew would be coming in a matter of seconds.
Slowly, lovingly, Marty began to push his cock in and out of me, until he built his pace and rhythm to a feverish pitch. In no time he was fucking me animalistically, sending his manhood tearing in and out of my twat at lightning speed, and with a determination that I had never seen in any man.
I think I felt like a full woman for the first time in years, Doctor. He was giving me back the one thing Bill had robbed me of, my sexuality. I felt complete while Marty was with me, and have felt the same way every time he has been with me since then. That's just the problem, Doctor. When I'm not with him, I feel like nothing. I feel like I'm not even alive!
In and out of my pussy he sent his flying cock, until the both of us were ready to come. I could tell that Marty was going to shoot any second by the sounds of pleasure emanating from his mouth.
Both of us were shaking almost out of control, and the bed rocked with our motion. It was time for us to come, time for us to, enjoy that fulfilling feeling that is unique between a man and a woman when they have joined in a beautiful sexual union.
I did feel like my body and my spirit were melting together with Marty's. I felt like we were becoming one, and it was exciting and wonderful. I had never felt this whole in my life, and it was this feeling which he created in me which made me love him so fucking desperately.
Our orgasms began at the same exact second. He started to shoot what seemed like a never-ending supply of his hot gism up into my cunt canal, as I began to release my love juices all over his throbbing and pounding pecker.
We came together and it was beautiful!
I thought our orgasms were never going to end. All time seemed to stand still as we came and came and then came some more. We both screamed at the top of our lungs as our orgasms neared their conclusion. We had joined together, body and spirit, and it was sensational.
Marty fell over on top of me in a pile of heated-up and tired flesh. He had really put out for me, and I had given him my all, trying my best to stimulate him and give him the fuck of his life.
I think I succeeded!
He just lay on top of me for a long time without saying anything. At first, words wouldn't have meant anything. We were both lost in our own thoughts of what happened, and what was going to happen in the future.
He kept his slow, limping cock inside of me for a long time, before finally pulling it out. I sighed as his prick, limp and emptied of its come, slipped easily out of my come-filled pussy.
Marty didn't jump off the bed, as Bill always did whenever he finished fucking me, which wasn't too often lately. Instead, he cradled me in his arms. I melted into his muscular torso, and felt the pressure of his manly body holding me and loving me.
"That was beautiful," he said to me.
"It was beautiful for me, too, Marty," I told him, meaning every word.
Sometimes I spoke words of love to my husband, but they always had a very empty ring to my ears. When I spoke words of love to Marty, on the other hand, they had a definite meaning. I know that was because they were real, and my feelings were truthful and honest in every way. I did love him, I knew it even then.
"There is something I have to tell you," he said to me, with a concerned and almost depressed look on his face.
"Yes?" I asked him with nervous anticipation, even though I knew what he was going to say.
"I'm married," he told me.
"Well, I am too, so I guess that puts us both in the same boat," I told him with an understanding but upset look on my face.
"What are we going to do?" he asked me, like some kind of little kid which had a tough decision to make, and wanted his mommy to help him make it.
"I don't know," I told him honestly. "I know that I feel more for you right now than I have felt for my husband in years," I said.
"Oh, that's beautiful," he said, giving me another big hug, and a long wet kiss.
We lay in each other's arms that night for a long time, before Marty finally got up to leave. He said that his wife was going to be calling him and he had to be home to accept it.
I told him I understood, and we agreed to meet for breakfast and spend the following day and night together, which we did.
So Doctor, that is how it all started. The thing is, we spent every spare moment we could together since then. Every time his wife and my husband would go out of town, which was quite often, we would spend every second together, making beautiful love together, and speaking words of love to each other.
It has gotten steadily more and more involved ever since that first night. I can't even touch my husband now, can't even pretend to make love with him. I want Marty, and Marty alone.
Marty has told me that he didn't think his wife would ever give him a divorce, and that's where the problem lies. I know that with a serious up-front talk with Bill, I could get one. He knows that we made a mistake getting married, and it has gotten to the point where even our daughter isn't enough to hold us together.
The thing that makes the whole thing so depressing, is that I have just found out a couple of weeks ago that I'm pregnant, and I know it's Marty's baby. I just don't know what to do. I'm at my wits end.
I want to be with Marty, and I want to have his baby, but because of all the complications I'm contemplating an abortion. It is the last thing that I want to do, but I don't see any way out.
I came to you for advice, Doctor, and I hope that you cane give it to me. I need a way out of this situation, and I can't seem to come up with one myself. Everything got so complicated all of a sudden. Why do things that are beautiful always have to have a negative side.
Help me, Doctor, please?"
CONCLUSION
I am happy to say that this case had a happy ending. The four of them sat down one day, in my office, after much work to get them all together, and all of the truth was brought out into the open. It was hard for the four of them, very hard indeed, especially in front of me.
However, when the truth was learned, the mutual decision was reached that divorce and re-marrying was the only solution, allowing my patient and Marty to be together, as they so rightfully should have been.
CASE HISTORY SIX
Subject: Pearl E. Age: Twenty-one
INTERVIEW ONE
Pearl was another one of my patients who came to me not thinking that she needed any help at all. She was more than happy with her present life style, but thought, after listening to a friend's advice, that she may be somewhat disturbed if she could only relate sexually to older men. She decided to give me a try, for a couple of visits, to see if she could in any way get into younger men again, as she had been once before, several years ago.
"Hi, Doctor, I suppose you want to hear all the gory details of my life up until now. Well, I'm not very old, but I have been through a lot of shit.
The thing is, Doctor, I really don't know why I'm here. I like the way things are going for me now, and I like being into older men, much older men.
I guess the whole thing started, as far as older men went, when I started working for the Starlight Room. One of my girlfriends in college use to work there, and she set up an appointment with me with the guy who ran the place.
It was down on the strip, and my girlfriend Peggy told me it was kind of a rough place, and I would have to do erotic dancing in front of a bunch of dirty old men.
However, the money was great, and I needed it to finish school. Both my parents died when T was young, and even though I had a scholarship or tuition, there were a lot of other expenses to meet, and bills that I was falling way behind on.
I loved to dance, always have. I thought that this might be a good way to earn some extra money. I had no idea it was going to turn into a career, and cause me to get involved with many older men, almost, I guess you could say, to the obsession point!
Peggy told me to see a Mr. Jones down at the club at six o'clock on Friday night. I was pretty nervous, but she told me what to expect, so at least I had an idea of what was coming.
She told me he was a dirty old man from the word go, and that he would make me dance and strip for him. If I couldn't get him excited, if I couldn't please him, he wouldn't hire me.
The job was to excite the customers, to make them happy, and since most of the guys that frequented the place were Mr. Jones' age, it was sort of a test, a dry run, to see what I could do once out on the real stage in front of the guys.
I decided to wear my sexiest outfit to the interview. I wanted the job bad, and was willing to do whatever I had to do to get it. It was almost like a sudden obsession-I just had to work at the Starlight Club, I don't know why, Doctor, that's just the way it was.
I hadn't been wearing a bra in a long time, and this was no acceptation. I put on a pair of pretty laced panties, and slipped into a black leather jump suit, which, at the rist of sounding too egotistical, really made me look like one hell of a piece of ass.
I loved the feeling of the thin black leather rubbing against my skin. It was an outfit I bought in New York one weekend, and had only worn it on the most special occasions.
It wasn't the type of thing I could wear around school, it was almost indecent the way it clung to my every curve, showing off my size thirty-eight bust fully, and my rounded firm ass to its best possible advantage.
I looked at myself in the full length mirror behind my bedroom door, and decided that I looked just great. I had just washed my long red hair, and it hung sensuously down over my shoulders, the tips of which touched my practically completely exposed tits.
The suit was cut extremely low, and that plus the fact that it was very tight, and my tits were especially huge, made my boobs stand out proud and strong, for any eye to see.
I wore a pair of very high black heels, and threw a black laced shawl around my shoulders. I took a cab to the club, and got there just exactly at six, like I was supposed
Mr. Jones was waiting for me in my office, and I thought he was going to jump out from behind his desk when he saw me. His eyes bugged out of his head, and the look of sex that spread across his face right from the beginning, convinced me I had the job, no matter what I did during the interview with him.
"Hello," Mr. Jones said, eyeing me up and down and coming toward me, hand outstretched in greeting.
"How do you do," I said, in my most lady-like manner.
"So, you would like to dance for me?" he asked.
"Yes, very much, sir," he said.
"Please, my dear, call me Harvey," he said, continuing to rove his big brown eyes up and down my body, a sex-hungry look constantly on his old, but rather handsome face.
I would guess that Mr. Jones was in his early fifties, but he looked fit as a fiddle, and I had a feeling that once excited, he could be a real swinger.
I sat down in a chair in front of his huge desk, and crossing my legs I let the shawl slip from my shoulders, exposing my two huge womanly orbs of flesh for his lusty eyes to behold.
"Well, well," he said, once he got a look at the size of my tits, encased in the sexy black leather garment. "You seem to have quite a nice pair of tits."
I was a little shocked at his forwardness, but I knew it was all part of the interview. After all, I was going to be shaking my bare boobies in front of several hundred men if I got the job, so I certainly couldn't let him think I was uptight with his language or his conversation.
"Thank you, Harvey," I said, flashing him a quick wink, and laying my biggest smile on him. "I'm glad that you like them."
"Stand up for me, will you dear?" he asked me.
I felt a little like a piece of meat on a butcher's counter, that was being eyed up and down for purchase, but it didn't seem to bother me. I wanted that damn job bad, and wouldn't let anything or anyone come in the way of me getting it.
I stood up and paraded around the room for Harvey, strutting my sexiest walk, wiggling my ass cheeks back and forth in front of his face, trying my damndest to excite him, to get him worked up, as I knew I was going to have to do for all the guys in the club once I got . hired.
And, I was sure I was going to get hired! Suddenly, from no where, when my back was turned and I was strutting like a proud peacock, I felt Harvey sneak up behind me and grab my ass. My first instinct was to run and scream, but I remembered what my girlfriend had told me, and that plus my determination to land the job, made me react just the opposite from my original intentions.
Instead of jumping forward, I jumped backward, pressing my firm buttocks into Harvey's waiting and kneading fingers. He massaged my buns through the black leather garment which fit me like a second layer of skin, and as I heard Harvey begin to moan, I knew that I had captured his sexual attention.
I squirmed around, as he continued to run his eager fingers across my bottom. I shimmied a little, hoping to excite him all the more. I even pretended to be excited at first my self.
That's what's really funny Doctor. You see, it was just a game to me at the offset. I was only trying to turn him on, to pretend. But, I ended up getting very excited myself, something which surprised me, and something which I know was a major turning point in my life. Something which made me get into older men, and stay into them ever since.
Harvey's hands slipped around my thin waist, and then proceeded to climb up my body until they clasped my breasts firmly. Each one of his hot little hands had a hold of one of my titties, and he began to massage them through the sexy leather garment.
I began to realize that Harvey was exciting me, and although I was surprised, even shocked at the idea of making love with a man of his age, I started to go along with it, letting my true feelings and emotions flow.
I'm sure glad now that I did, too, Doctor!
Harvey was beginning to make low moans of sexual excitement, as he rammed his crotch up against my buns. I felt his throbbing pecker pressing against my ass cheeks, and was surprised to find it not only stiff, but apparently quite large.
I squirmed my buns around, grinding them into his crotch, hoping to drive him up the wall with sexual anticipation. That's just what happened. Harvey became more and more excited, until he could take it no longer. He wanted me now, and wanted me badly.
I had forgotten suddenly all about the job. All I wanted to do was to make love with this older and quite attractive gentlemen. I wanted to give myself to him completely, to let him devour my body in any way that he saw fit.
I quickly spun around, and threw my arms around his shoulders. His bulging crotch ground into the front of my leather-encased pussy area, and I felt a stir of excitement rise through my veins. I wanted him desperately, job or no job.
It was funny, Doctor, I didn't even stop to think hat I had never slept with a man this old before, or even anywhere near this old. It all seemed very natural to me, I guess that's why I went along with him.
While he hugged me, squeezing me tighter and tighter to his older but firm body, he began to walk me over to his couch.
His couch was huge, and I knew that it would serve as a bed easily.
There was more than enough room on it for us to carry on, and after all, that was all we were both concerned with at the time. It was early, and the club wasn't open yet. I didn't hear any noise anywhere, and assumed that we were completely alone. I didn't know if the office door was locked, but I didn't care. After all, Harvey owned the place, and he must know what he was doing. If it was okay to get right into fucking, there in the office, then I was certainly game to do it.
He threw me on the couch and jumped on top of me, not taking off his clothes or asking me to take off mine, not yet anyway. Our mouths met in a torrid embrace, and we kissed passionately.
My heart was pounding madly as he began to make love with me. He was an expert in this department. So many times I had gone out with young guys around the campus and gotten turned off. They always came on so strong, so clumsily.
Harvey was different, very different indeed. He had a certain air of maturity about him which attracted me. I liked the way he handled me, I liked the way he kissed me, and I was soon to discover that I was going to love his special brand of love-making.
I melted in his strong arms as he smothered me with affection. I was exciting him, that was for damn sure. He was exciting me, too, and that was what really surprised me.
I had expected to walk into an office of a dirty old man, and have to really put on a performance of being turned on. As it was working out, i was not acting a bit. I was merely being myself, enjoying the passions he created in me and I created in him. It was great.
He began to kiss my tits, as much as he could with my leather outfit still on. Then, finally, he could stand it no longer. He asked me to take off all my clothes, while he jumped up and did the same.
In no time he was naked, as I was. We both looked at each other for a few fleeting seconds before jumping back on the couch and picking up where we left off.
I was surprised and delighted to see that he had kept his body in tip-top shape. He was a little flabby around the middle, but that was only to be expected. Shit, many of the younger studs that I had gone out with before then had worse bodies than Harvey.
We jumped back on the couch and began to pick up where we left off. We were squirming about, kissing one another and starting to make love in a highly heated fashion.
He kissed and sucked away on my tits and nipples with a feverish passion I hadn't expected. I loved to get my tits worked over, and he seemed to play on this fact.
The more he kissed them, the more excited
I became. I started squirming all around on the couch, and that only turned him on more, and made him kiss me all the more determinedly.
He shot down to my pussy, and jabbed his tongue inside my cunt lips, tickling my clit, and massaging my cunt walls with his hot saliva-coated tongue muscle.
He really knew how to work me over, and I realized while he was doing it that he had many years of experience. This was why everything he was doing was exciting me so. This was far from the first time that Harvey had made love to a beautiful young lady, and his years of experience were showing, and exciting me to no end.
After about five minutes of heated cunt-lapping, Harvey effortlessly slipped his arm under my back, and flipped me over. Without waiting a second, he shot his hot tongue up my ass hole.
I had only been rimmed once before, Doctor, but it wasn't anything like this. The guy before was young and inexperienced, and was only fooling around.
Harvey knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how to get the most out of his tongue and my ass hole. He was driving me up the fucking wall as he plunged his long wet muscle deeper and deeper into my shit chute.
I squirmed about on the couch, letting him know just how excited he was making me by my moaning and groaning. He was turning me on very much, I have to admit.
I felt his long hot cock rubbing against the backs of my legs as I continued to feel his tongue jamming in and out of my butt hole.
I got up on my knees, so that his tongue could slip even further down into my ass, and so that he could have the fullest and easiest possible access to my posterior.
He got up behind me, and placed his cock head to the entrance to my back portal. Suddenly I realized what he was going to do. He was going to shove his manly love pole up into my butt.
I had never been fucked from behind before, and although I was a little afraid that it was going to hurt, something made me let him do it. I was excited, for damn sure, and open and willing to try something new. Besides, I wanted to let Harvey get the most out of me, for some strange reason. I was his completely, totally.
I began to quiver as his cock started pushing into my extremely tight and virgin ass hole. I could feel Harvey shaking as he reached under my belly and grabbed my tits, as though they were for leverage while he rammed his pecker into my bare bottom.
With one mighty shove he sent his cock up into me, and I screamed out but not from pain. What I thought would be painful, turned out to be highly stimulating.
I started to tighten my ass cheeks as he stroked his cock in and out of my butt hole. I loved the feeling of his huge manly dong entering my backside, and I let him know it.
Every time he shoved his pecker up into me I squeezed my ass cheeks tight together, engulfing his cock, heightening his already stimulating sensation of back-side fucking.
He was sweating like a pig and I could feel the beads of perspiration dropping down onto my bare back. The aroma of his sweat seemed to stimulate me all the more.
In and out of my ass hole went his flying cock. More and more pressure was applied to my bottom until he was fucking me with all the vengeance and determination of some wild animal.
We fucked doggie style for a long time. I knew that he was deliberately holding off from coming. Every time he would begin to shake and tremble, and I knew his orgasm was approaching, he would deliberately stop fucking me for a few seconds until the orgasm had subsided.
Then, he would begin fucking me all over again, as if he had just started. His stamina and determination surprised and excited me at the same time. He was some swinger, especially for his age.
He squeezed my tits harder and harder as he continued to ram in and out of me.
Suddenly, without warning, he let his right hand slip from my right tit, and he shoved it up my already dripping pussy. As he continued to fuck me savagely, he started jabbing his finger in and out of my cunt.
This double entry into my two most sensitive holes, brought forth the best orgasm I had ever had in my life. I came before him, shooting my gism out over his finger, covering it completely.
As soon as Harvey realized that I was coming, I felt his cock stiffen incredibly inside my ass, and begin shooting an incredible amount of hot fluid up my posterior.
Harvey screamed and moaned as his orgasm continued, for what seemed like an eternity. Even though I had come, I continued to squeeze my tight little buns together, massaging his cock, actually drawing the come right out of it.
He kept on ramming in and out of me, shooting his hot gism up into my back portal, until it was all over. He fell over on top of me, crushing me into the couch, in a pile of exhausted flesh.
It had been the most stimulating orgasm of my life, and there hadn't even been a cock flying in and out of my pussy. I think that fact helped me decide that I was going to stay with older men for the rest of my life, or as long as older men showed an interest in me.
I was almost disappointed that I had wasted the last four or five years with young jerks around the campus and in high school, when I could have been out fucking older, and much wiser men."
I saw that our time for this first session was just about over. I told my patient that I was eager to here about her adventures once she started dancing at the club, and how that job had effected her life. She told me she would be back the following Friday to finish her story.
INTERVIEW TWO
She was right on time and I told her to continue.
"Well Doctor, it really wasn't that after that experience, I knew my job was secure, when he put on a good rock record with a great beat, and especially since I had just been satisfied sexually so well, I really went wild.
I danced naked all over his office, flinging my huge boobs all over the place, shaking them in his face, grinding my cunt into his direction, getting him excited all over again.
Harvey had stayed undressed too, and I saw that after I danced for a few minutes, his cock was once again fully erect, ready for action, ready for adventure.
However, he had to get down to business. There were contracts to be signed, and he had to tell me all about the club and the shows, how everything was run.
I slipped back into my leather outfit, and he told me that he would like me to dance that night, because one of the girls had called out sick. He told me that I would start full time myself the following Monday night, if that was okay.
Naturally I agreed, because I was eager to get to work, and easy to get the money that I had just signed the contract for. It was much more than my girlfriend had told me it would be, and I had a feeling that Harvey had given me a special deal because of the great sex I had given him.
He took me out for a fine dinner, and then sent me home in a cab, telling me to be back at the club at nine-thirty, and ready for the first show at ten.
He told me that I should wear my leather outfit, the one I had on already. He said it would really drive the guys wild, especially if I performed a slow sensual striptease with it.
He also told me that he would give me money to buy costumes, as he did to all the girls, when I came for work on Monday. I thanked him for the job, for the meal, and especially for the great sex. We kissed goodbye, and I told him I would see him in a couple of hours.
When I got home, I called my girlfriend and told her all about the interview, everything except how much Harvey was giving me. I don't think she would have liked to know that I was making almost twice as much as her, and she had been working at the club for almost a year.
I showered, washed my hair, and dressed for the club. I sat around thinking about dancing in front of all those guys, realizing it was going to be quite different from the audition with Harvey. And, after all, my audition was after I had already been quite intimate with him.
I had a certain degree of confidence, however, by the time I jumped in a cab and headed for the club. I knew that the boss was on my side, and unless I really fucked up badly, my job would be relatively secure.
I had never been to the club before, and Harvey had failed to show me around while I was there before. We had to many other important things to do together.
When I got there, the place was jammed There was even a line outside waiting to get in. I went directly to Harvey's office, where he greeted me warmly, although a little more business-like than he had earlier in the evening.
My girlfriend was off that night, so I really didn't have anyone to break me in. He called Mary into his office, his head dancer, and told her to show me to the dressing room and brief me on how things went.
"Sure thing, boss," the pretty buxom blonde said, leading me out of the office.
Harvey called to me at the door. "Good luck, sugar," he said. The name Sugar was to stick with me for a long, long time. As a matter-of-fact, when Mary asked for a name that I could be introduced by, I said "Sugar."
Once in the dressing room, Mary showed me all around, and introduced me to the other girls. The girl's place that I was filling in for that night went on last, she was the star.
I felt a little funny taking the star's spot on the very first night, and I felt a little bit of resentment from some of the girls. When I asked Mary about it, she told me not to worry about the other girls, that some of them got on power trips and jealousy trips.
She told me that if Harvey said I should do it, he knew what he was talking about, and after all, he was the boss.
I liked Mary right from the start, and we were to soon become the best of friends, eventually even taking an apartment together.
She told me that I looked great, and that it would all be okay. She showed me the stage from the wings, and told me that the band played really good and highly erotic music to dance by.
She pointed out a little light that was overhead the entrance the club. She said that when it flashed once, I should prepare to remove my top, and then the bottom would be removed the second time. After the third light flashed, I would prepare for my exit and bow.
She said that it was pretty free, and that this was only to help me pace my own act. She said after the first night I would get my own system down pretty much, knowing just when to do what and how.
She asked me about the leather jump suit, saying that most girls wore two piece outfits so they could remove one at a time. I told her that Harvey had requested me to wear it, so she said okay.
"Just use that zipper, honey," he said, pointing to the zipper which ran up the entire front of the suit. "Pull it up and down slowly. Remember, it's the teasing and the anticipation that you create in the guys that will really excite them."
"What's the crowd like, Mary?" I asked her, a little concerned about the type of people I was going to be doing my first public strip for.
"Old," she said, raising an eyebrow, "a little rowdy sometimes, but very appreciative if you turn them on. They like girls to really put on a show. After all, they are paying five dollars to get through the fucking door, and there isn't a drink in the house less than two bucks, so they expect a certain high degree of sensuality to go along with the amount of money they are paying for the privilege. Know what I mean?"
I told her that I did, and she wished me luck. Mary went on first, so she had to leave me to get dressed. I sat in the dressing room with the rest of the girls, trying my best to make friends and get along with them. Most of them were somewhat cool to me, but after talking for a while, and realizing my high degree of determination, they began to loosen up, and accept me as one of the girls.
One by one the girls were introduced and disappeared through the curtain that separated the dressing rooms from the long ramp that led up to the stage.
I listened to the cheers and the applause all the girls got, and realized that if I was taking the last girls place, the star's place, I was really going to have to do something specially good to capture the audiences attention and turn them on.
Mary sat with me and chatted while all the rest of the girls did their gigs. They split for something to eat after their part of the show, although they all had to be back for the midnight and then the two a.m. performances at the club.
The whole night was about five hours worth of work, and for the money I was getting it was outrageous.
I was getting pretty nervous by the time the next to the last girl went on, and Mary kept on encouraging me. There was a knock on the dressing room door, and Mary let in a messenger who had a huge bouquet of red roses. I was shocked to find out they were for me, and even more shocked to find out they were from Harvey.
Mary winked as I read her the card.
KNOCK THEM DEAD, SEE YOU AFTER THE SHOW, LOVE HARVEY!
I blushed a little, because I think Mary knew that we must have made it during the interview. She didn't say anything, and neither did I.
I heard the applause Janet was getting, the girl who went on before me. It was twice as much as any of the other girls got. Mary told me Janet was the best, next to the girl whose place I was taking that night. She told me I was really going to have to put out a lot of energy to top her, but she told me that she was sure I could do it.
Janet came back into the dressing room, naked, clutching her clothes to her side, and sweating from the energies she had exerted and the hot lights that spotted her during her performance.
"Good luck, honey," she said to me. in an almost sarcastic way.
"Eat your heart out, bitch," Mary said to her, as Mary escorted me to the stage ramp to await my introduction.
The band started playing a sleazy blues beat, and the lights went down. When I heard the announcer say "SUGAR", my heart was beating so hard I thought it was going to jump right out through my sexy leather jump suit.
Mary gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and wished me luck for about the thousandth time that night, as she pushed me onto the ramp and sent me on my way.
I was trying to remember all the things that Harvey and Mary told me as I walked out onto the stage. I was scared shitless!
However, Doctor, something really strange happened to me when that spotlight flashed down on me. I became suddenly alive, suddenly confident. The roar of the audience when they first got a good look at me, sent my ego flying into heights that I never dreamed possible.
They were actually clapping for me, and I was going to give them their money's worth if it was the last thing I did.
As the music began to really get going, I started sauntering around the stage, bumping and grinding in my sexiest possible way. I grabbed my leather-encased tits and massaged them, teasing the audience, getting them more and more excited.
They were all whistling and clapping for me, and screaming out "Take it off, baby, take it off."
My heart was pounding, but not from fright. I was getting off on turning all these older guys on, on pleasing them, on giving them an eye full of young firm flesh.
They were all standing up by the time I finally took of my top, slowly, by pulling the zipper down sensuously, revealing inch by inch of my massive tits. They burst out of the leather confinement for the whole audience to see.
I was proud of my thirty-eights, and the audience loved them too. I suddenly saw Harvey standing way in the back by the entrance and the cashier. I quickly winked at him, and he winked back, raising the drink in his hand in my direction.
I knew that this was a signal that he was approving of the way I looked on the stage, and the way that I was dancing. I thought that it was especially nice that he had come out of his office, (where Mary told me he always stayed during the shows) to see me, and I then wanted to give an even better performance.
With my tits flailing, I waited for the second light to flash on, that Mary had told me to watch for, and then started taking the zipper down over my hips.
I deliberately turned my back to the audience, saving my pussy for the last exhibiting factor. Inch by inch my round firm white ass was exhibited to the sex-hungry and quite worked-up audience.
The screams of joy and applause got louder and louder, and I knew I was getting more applause than Janet. I felt like I was riding on top of the world as I pulled the jump suit completely off my body, showing my round ass fully to the hungry audience.
I made the audience wait to see my pussy.
They were screaming for me to turn around, but when I finally did I had my hand over my cunt. I wanted to tease them, to drive them out of their mind. After all, that was what I was getting paid for, and I wanted to do the best job possible.
I danced and gyrated about until I saw the third flashing light go on, which meant I only had about one minute to finish my dance. I quickly removed my two hands from my cunt, and the audience went wild.
I didn't know why they were especially so excited, until I felt a little bit of my love juice leak out of my pussy. I had actually gotten so excited for stripping for them, that the liquids had naturally began to flow from my cunt hole.
As they dripped down my legs, I paraded back and forth right in front of the very end of the stage, a scarce foot or so away from the front row of lust-ridden customers.
I saw the looks in their eyes, and knew that I was driving them all out of their minds. They all wanted to rip me off the stage and ram their cocks into my pussy, or up my ass, as Harvey had done.
This feeling of being wanted, even to this desperate point, made me more and more excited the longer I thought of it.
Just before the lights went out on my act, when I knew I only had about ten seconds left, I thought that I would do something special. I didn't know if I was suppose to or not, but Harvey was still watching, and so was Mary from the wings. My two new friends, plus the wild crowd, made me want to please them all to an outrageous level.
Just before the lights went out on me, I jammed two fingers, the index finger from my left and my right hand, up my cunt. I started jabbing it and put a wild look on my face, one of rapture.
The lights went out, and as I ran off stage, I saw that everyone was on their feet, yelling and screaming "Bravo, encore, encore!" and it was all for me.
Mary gave me a big hug in the wings, and told me to go out and take a bow.
Completely naked, and with all the confidence in the world, I went out and took not one, not two, but three curtain calls.
It was great.
Well, that's it Doctor, I've been dancing at the club six nights a week ever since. Harvey and I are lovers, although we don't live together. We hav sex at least once a day, but I'm still free to date other guys. The only men I go out with our men that are at least fifty, I don't know, that's the way it just worked out."
CONCLUSION
This patient, was very happy with her life at that point. There wasn't anything I could say, nor was there anything I wanted to say, to change her or influence her. I did say that I thought she should merely keep her mind open to making love with men her own age, and she told me that although she doubted she would ever make love to another younger man, she would do her best to keep an open mind about it.
I never saw the woman again!
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
Subject: Daisy D. Age: Twenty-four
INTERVIEW ONE
Daisy D. was a most unusual case. She was brought up around hookers all her life because her mother was one. Her mother was actually a Madame of a large house in one of the sleazier sides of town. She naturally inherited a lot of her mother's insights into sexual activities, but she picked up many of her own as well. Here then is her story.
Doctor, I feel that I should get help and advice from you because my obsession with older men I feel is wrong. I guess it's okay to love older men, but I do feel I should be able to relate to younger men as well, and I simply can't any more.
I guess I should tell you my whole story so you know exactly what led me to the position I'm in right now, including all the gory details of my life, you know, everything!
My mother was a hooker. I guess she always was, and I guess I followed right in her footsteps. My father, her husband, died as soon as I was born, so I really never had a male figure in my life, not one for love in any event.
I know this is probably why my desire to find a man to love so, especially a man that was older and more distinguished than young squirts my age, was so important to me, ever since I was a little girl.
It's funny, Doctor, now that I think of it. even when I was a very little girl, in junior high school, I would hang around with the guys that were seniors instead of guys in my class.
I had this passion for older men, even then. Isn't that strange?
Anyway, I know that my first sexual experience had a lot to do with the direction I took in life.
My mother didn't tell me what she did for the longest time, trying to keep the fact that she ran a house of prostitution from me as long as she could, to protect me from the sordid fact of her life style.
My mother always left the house about ten at night, just as I was going to bed, and never returned until the wee hours of the morning. I had an idea what she was up to, because I had heard rumors around the neighborhood, and some of the other kids would tell me that my mother was a whore.
I never confronted her with any of this, taking the burden all upon my own young shoulders. I knew when the time was right she would tell me what she was up to.
I had already resided to the fact that whatever it was she was doing, even if she was a hooker, she was doing it to keep us alive, well-fed, and a roof over our heads. For that simple fact, I couldn't look down on her for whatever she was doing.
She had had it rough since my father died. She had really loved, and worshipped him, and was lost without him. She had had to turn to prostitution it was the only way out for her. for whatever reason. Besides, it was her business, her life. I just tried to be as understanding as I could, knowing that she as thinking of me and my welfare all the time.
So anyway, one night I was raped.
That's how it all began!
I was home, it was a Friday night, and mother had left for work, as usual. I was a senior in high school, and I was studying for finals. Mom had always told me she had a nighttime job at a factory down town, but would never let me come to see her.
By this time I was convinced she was a hooker, but still hadn't confronted her with my beliefs. I didn't want to hurt her, or upset her. I figured she was taking on enough as it was, trying to keep the house out of the clutches of the bankers who were always threatening to foreclose on the mortgage, so I just kept quiet.
Being alone in the night time was nothing new to me. I grew up in that atmosphere. Oh, mom had hired a baby sitter all while I was growing up. She would come in and put me to bed, and then when I would wake up mom would be home once again.
But, she let the sitter go when I was sixteen, figuring I was old enough to take care of myself, which actually I was.
Of course I had no idea that I would be so brutally assaulted, or I never would have let my mother leave me alone. There was no way to guess the future whoever, and everything does happen for a certain reason.
Of course rape wasn't something I had anticipated, and it was a horrible thing, something which I will never forget as long as I live. However, it did eventually get me into the confidence of my mother, and got me working by her side, for good or for bad, and for that I was thankful.
So, I was lying around the house in my shortie nightgown, reading my English book, cramming for my toughest final, when there was a knock on the door. It was a Saturday night, the night that mom left the house especially early, and returned home especially late.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"Uncle Harry, from Detroit," the voice said. I didn't know any Uncle Harry from Detroit, but like a fool, and in my innocence, I opened the door.
This burly man came inside, and immediately gave me a big hug. "How are you, why, the last time I saw you, you were just about this high," he said, holding his hand a couple of feet off the ground.
I must admit that I was little scared, because the older man was quite large, and I knew if he wanted to hurt me he really could. However, for some fucked up reason, I believed what he was saying. I actually believed he was my Uncle Charley, and I shouldn't do anything other than ask him in and entertain him, as best as I could, until mother got home.
"Mother never mentions you," I said to him, after making him a cup of coffee.
"Oh, that's cause I don't see your mother much any more. I'm pretty busy in Detroit and all."
"What do you do?" I inquired, looking the older man up and down, kind of checking him out.
"Oh, I'm in automobile sales," he lied through his teeth.
I wish I knew then what I knew now, and my natural insight would have told me he was slinging bullshit, and I would have been more on my guard. As the way it was, I was totally innocent of any wrong doing hanging so close by, and certainly not aware that this man had cased the house, known my mother was out every night, and had come here deliberately for the purpose of sexually assaulting my young virginous body.
I had developed very quickly, and was a pleasing thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six, even at seventeen. All the girls in school were jealous of me, because of my incredible early development.
I didn't have really any friends, because as well as the girls being jealous of me, I would never go out with any of the guys. They all asked me, but they all seemed so young and goofy, I just didn't want to have anything to do with them at all.
I chatted with this man that called himself Uncle Harry for about an hour, before he started to make his move.
"I really should get some sleep," I told him, knowing that it was almost midnight. "I have a big exam at ten tomorrow morning, and I have to do really well on it."
"Well, if you don't mind little girl," he said with a grin, "I'd like to wait for your mother. She doesn't know I'm in town and I want to surprise her."
"Well, I guess it would be all right," I said foolishly, "but she doesn't get home until very, very late."
"I'll just sit here and read the paper," he said, picking up the newspaper and beginning to leaf through it, "that's if it's okay with you. I suppose I could just go to a hotel and wait for her until the morning, but I did so want to be here when she got home, to surprise her and all."
"No, no, Uncle Charlie, mother would want to see you I'm sure," I said naively, "make yourself comfortable. There's some more coffee in the kitchen. I guess I'll see you in the morning. Good night."
"Good night, dear," he said.
When I started to walk away he called after me. "Aren't you going to give your old Uncle Charlie a kiss good night?"
I felt a little awkward, especially since this man was a total stranger and all, but seeing as he was calling himself my Uncle, I assumed it was all right.
"Okay, Uncle Charlie," I said, walking back in his direction. I leaned down and gave him a peck on the cheek. He pulled my face to his lips, and planted a big wet kiss right on my mouth.
I jumped back in surprise, but still didn't say anything to him. The kiss was more than just a simple kiss, an Uncle might give a niece, but I didn't pick up on it enough to ask him to leave.
Of course, I realize now that even if I did know what was going on ahead of time and told him to leave, he would have just attacked and raped me anyway, so it wouldn't have done a damn bit of good.
I felt my face flushing as I turned and walked out of the small living room, and into my bedroom which was right off it. I know now that I should have locked my door, but I didn't even think of it. After all, he was suppose to be my Uncle, and who would think that their Uncle would come into their bedroom and demand to ram his cock up your cunt?
So anyway, I lay in my bed, reading the last couple of chapters in my English book, until I was too tired to keep my eyes open. I put the book down, had a quick cigarette, and put out the light.
I didn't hear anything from the living room until I heard my door open slowly. I was almost asleep when he entered my room, and at first I thought I was dreaming.
I looked up, opening my eyes groggily, and saw the tall burly man standing over me, towering over me ominously at the side of my bed.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, a strange fear creeping over my entire nervous system suddenly.
"Shut up," he said, and slapped me hard across my face.
I began to whimper, and as soon as I did, he slapped me again.
"I told you to shut up," he said, and I knew that he meant it.
Suddenly the whole thing came into focus. I knew that he wasn't my Uncle Charlie at all, that he was a strange who had tricked me, to work his way into the house and take advantage of my innocent, young, and very alone position.
I wanted to scream out for my mother, for a policeman, for anyone who could come to my rescue and save me from his clutches, but I knew it was futile. I knew that I was under his power, that I was going to have to put up with whatever this huge man decided to do with and to me.
The tears began to stream down over my cheeks, and drip off the corners of my mouth. I was whimpering, but softly now, quietly. I didn't want him to give me another one of his mighty stinging blows, so I was quiet as a mouse.
I was really scared, more scared than I had ever been before in my life. I wasn't completely sure that it was sex he had on his mind, at first anyway. I thought perhaps he wanted to search the house and rob us, or maybe even kidnap me, or something like that.
However, when he reached over and grabbed hold of one of my big tits through my little brief nightie, the whole picture came clearly into view.
I wanted to plead with him, to beg him not to do this degrading thing to me, but I was so afraid that if I opened my mouth and said anything at all, he was going to really beat the living shit out of me. So, instead, I was quiet as could be. I didn't say a single word. I let him do to me for the next two hours exactly what he wanted to do, without putting up a bit of struggle.
Oh, Doctor, I'm not saying that I encouraged him, or enjoyed what he was doing, in any way. But you have to understand that my mother had never hit me, even slightly, and getting hit was something that frightened me even more than getting raped. He had told me he would hit me if I made any noise, so I had to keep my fucking mouth shut.
When I think back on it now, I realize that there might have been a chance that someone in the building, or even someone passing by out on the street may have heard me if I really started screaming at the top of my lungs, but I didn't think it was worth the chance.
Crazy, I know, but that was just how fucking scared I was of getting a beating by the powerful older man.
"I'm going to fuck you, you little bitch, I've been watching you and this house for weeks."
Those words rang through my ears, as he made his position completely clear. He explained to me how he had been watching me leave for school every morning, and come home. He told me he saw my mother leave the house every night around nine-thirty or ten, and never once come home before five in the morning. He told me that my body was beautiful, and that he wanted to ram his cock up my pussy and then up my ass, and make me blow him as well.
I cringed as his words pierced my heart like an arrow. I was more frightened than I had ever been before in my life,, but still, I didn't say a word. I had a lump in my throat that felt like it was the size of a fucking grapefruit, or maybe even a basketball.
I looked up at the man, and tried to plead with him with my eyes, without saying anything. Unfortunately, it didn't work. He had his mind made up that he was going to fuck me, to take my virginity, and there was nothing I was gong to be able to do to prevent that.
I think my mother, because of her profession, was afraid to even bring up the subject of sex in the house. I had never had a mother-to-daughter talk with her about the facts of life, in any way shape or form. As far as sexual knowledge went, I was completely and totally innocent.
I think this fact added to my current fear of this older man, and of what he was going to do to me. The fear of the unknown, is sometimes greater than the fear of reality, at least it was to me at the time.
I watched him walk slowly around the bed, checking me out, looking me up and down. I had the covers wrapped up around my shoulders, and with one big yank he pulled them off me.
I lay there shaking almost uncontrollably, as the look and glint in his eye began to become more and more sexually oriented. I had never seen a look like this on a man before, but I somehow instinctively recognized it, and knew what it meant.
I let my eyes drop quickly to the crotch area of his tight-fitting levis, and saw that the already large bulge I had noticed there when I first say him at the door to the apartment, was double in size, and seeming to grow more every second.
I knew that his cock must be gigantic, and I knew that he was going to fuck me with it. I was afraid he would damage me permanently, so that I would never be able to enjoy the real true love of another man, a man that I wanted, not a man that was forcing his disgusting sexual appetite on me as brutally as this man was surely going to do.
He kept circling the bed, like a fucking vulture. He would look at my legs, and then at my tits, which could be faintly seen through the sheer shortie nightie mother had bought me for my sixteenth birthday.
Even before he laid a hand on me I felt totally naked. I could feel his burning eyes tearing into my body, and could slightly imagine what it was going to be like when his torrid tool went slamming into my mouth, or my cunt, or worse yet, my private butt hole.
I didn't know how he was going to star, or exactly what he was going to do, but danger seemed to be all around me. I could feel it instinctively, and realized that whatever he did to me it was going to hurt me, and be especially degrading and humiliating.
Finally he reached down and touched my ankle. His fingers were cold on my leg and sent a chill up and down my spine. I can't begin to explain to you how frightened I was, Doctor, how petrified that he may even kill me with his sexual assault.
What made the whole thing so especially bad, was that there wasn't anything I could do about it. I couldn't run, I couldn't even scream, or he would surely smash my face again, and maybe break a tooth, or give me a black eye, or even maybe knock me unconscious.
No, I knew that the safest thing for me to do would be to shut up. To put up with his attack as bravely and as womanly as I could possibly do, even if it took every bit of strength and courage I could possibly muster up.
Believe you me, it did Doctor, it really did!
He began to run his hands up and down my legs, pulling me over to the close of the bed. I watched the bulge in his crotch continue to steadily get larger and larger. The look in his eyes kept changing, kept on getting more and more excited looking.
I expected him to leap on top of me at any second, but was surprised to find out that he was going slowly, almost gently at first. I realized, when I thought about it, that this guy knew he had all night to fuck around. Why should he make it quick, when he could stretch it out for hours, enjoying me at a slow relaxed pace?
I was disgusted as his hand crept higher and higher on my leg, slipping over my knee cap, and then toying with the hem on my brief nightie.
Suddenly, and quite by surprise, he grabbed hold of my little shear nightie and with one swoop, ripped the fucking thing right off me, so that I was lying there completely naked.
Instinctively, I covered my big breasts with one hand, as best as I could considering how large they were, and with the other hand I tried to cover my cunt.
"Put your hands by your sides," he said, slowly, quietly, but with a boss-like attitude that I knew I better obey, if I knew what was good for me.
Weeping quietly to myself, and with a great deal of shame and humiliation, I placed my arms to my side, revealing in all its glory my beautiful young virgin body to this stranger's sex-filled eyes.
He glared at me, taking every inch of my womanly curvaceous body in with his haunting stare. His eyes were like two torches burning my flesh, inch by inch, curve by curve. I wished that I would suddenly wake up and find this all a horrible nightmare, but I knew it wasn't. It was reality, the worst kind!
He reached down and grabbed a hold of my little stiff nipple, tweaking it with his fingers, until it really hurt. He did this to first one, and then the other.
I was so humiliated, so embarrassed, so frightened, I thought I was going to lose my mind. I suddenly wished that I had given into the many young men in my class who had tried to take me out and fuck me. If I had only had some kind of experience behind me I would have had something to go by, some method of dealing with my current situation.
But, as it was, I was totally innocent and totally naive of all sexual activity. I think this is what made the whole thing so especially degrading, so incredibly frightening to me.
"What a piece of ass," he moaned softly, "bitch, I'm going to fuck you so bad you won't be able to see straight for weeks."
He burst into a fit of disgusting and brutal laughter, as I lay on my back helplessly, my hands still by my side as he had made me do. I felt like a sexual toy, a puppet which was completely controlled by this monstrous puppeteer
All of a sudden, the man began to take off his clothes. He was wearing a plaid work-shirt, which he started to slowly unbutton. He was still taking his time, making every movement slowly, deliberately stretching it out, deliberately giving me time to think about what was going to happen very shortly, deliberately scaring me to death.
One by one the buttons of his shirt popped open, and then he ripped the garment from his body. He was extremely well-muscled, like one of those guys who would be in a muscle-building magazine.
I guess that he was about forty or so, but he was built like a brick shit house. He looked like he could handle anyone, male or female, without the slightest bit of trouble.
He stood in front of me, flexing his muscles, parading about, proud of his body, and especially proud of the fact that he was dominating me completely, overpowering me savagely.
I couldn't take my eyes off him for a second. Whenever I tried to close them, the room would begin to spin around and that only made things worse, and even more frightening than they already were.
Next, he began to undo his belt buckle. Once again, he was deliberately doing it slow, with an ever-increasing grin on his face. He pulled the buckle out of its loop, and started to unzip his fly.
I dug my fingers into the sheets for support as I prepared to see for the first time the mighty cock that was going to be entering me every way possible.
It was almost like I was watching a slow-motion movie the way he pulled down his zipper, revealing first a little pubic curly hair, then a lot, and then the top of his cock shaft.
I could see the pink skin of his prick appearing an inch at a time, until he finally allowed his monstrous love pole to pop out of its tight denim confinement.
I moaned a fearful moan, as quietly as I could, when I saw the size of his prick. I would guess that the fucking thing was at least ten inches long, and a couple inches wide.
I have been a hooker with my mother for three years now, and had fucked and sucked a lot of guys. But never have any of the cocks been anywhere near the size, both in length and width, as this man who called himself Uncle Charlie.
It was a monster all right, and I tried to imagine what it was going to feel like flying in and out of my cunt, or my ass, or worse yet, my poor little mouth.
He started laughing when he saw the frightened, horrified look on my face when I glanced at his prick. He knew I was really scared of his mighty cock, and that seemed to turn him on all the more. It seemed to give his already heightened ego and sense of power a boost, and I felt it was a boost that meant when he did finally get around to fucking me, it was going to be all the more severe, all the more degrading and humiliating.
He walked slowly over to the edge of the bed, his huge cock bobbing in front of him. He left his shoes and socks on, which for some reason disgusted me all the more.
He reached down with his right hand, and grabbed a hold of my long black hair. With one motion, pulling it so hard I thought it was going to rip out of my scalp, he lifted my face up.
"Suck that cock, bitch, and suck it good," he screamed out, getting quite worked up at the prospect of me blowing him.
Now remind you, Doctor, I had never had sex with anyone before in my life. This whole thing was completely knew to me. Even seeing a man naked, since my father had died when I was born, was a new and completely unique experience for me.
To say I was naive, would be a gross understatement. I didn't know what to do. I knew he wanted to ram his big pecker down into my throat, and that I should try and kiss it, or something, but that's all I knew.
Believe me, I learned quickly.
He shoved my face down onto his cock, but only allowed the first inch or two of the monstrous prick into my mouth.
I sucked and licked on it as best as I could. I decided to myself that if I did a good job, if I pleased him, perhaps he wouldn't hurt me too badly, and even more important, perhaps I could get the whole thing over with as quickly as possible.
He was in complete control of my movements at all times. He placed both hands on my head now, and swiveled me around on the bed so that I was in direct position to engulf his cock.
But it was this man, this weird perverted rapist who was shoving just as much of his cock as he wanted into my mouth. He was kind of teasing himself in his way, saving the total suck job until he could stand the teasing no longer.
Inch by inch he began to shove his pecker into my mouth. I had know idea how I would get the whole thing inside of my mouth, but I was going to do my damndest. I was determined to please him, just for my own safety sake.
The cock was so wide, however, that it made me choke as it slipped deeper and deeper into my mouth cavity. I gagged and gagged, but that didn't seem to bother him at all.
Steadily, an inch at a time, he shoved the ten inch monster into my throat, until the love pole filled me completely. I could feel his big sagging balls slamming up against my chin as he started a steady, and rapidly increasing tempo in and out of my mouth. I don't know how I managed to suck all of his shaft without choking to death, but I think the fear of displeasing my attacker outweighed my own physical capabilities, so that I became almost super-human in my efforts to please him.
It was weird, but that's just the way things went down.
I had heard about men coming before, and knew that they shot a lot of hot white gooey spunk out of the tip of their prick. I was afraid that I was going to be forced to swallow this man's come, and the very thought of it made me want to vomit."
I could see that my current patient was beginning to tremble, recounting the horrible rape that she had been subjected to. For this reason, I thought it would be best if I asked her to come back another day to finish her story. She almost seemed relieved when I mentioned this, and a smile, which had not been on her face for a while, returned.
She told me she would see me in two days to finish her depraved little story.
INTERVIEW TWO
She returned right on schedule, and here is a transcript of our second interview.
"So anyway, Doctor, this fucking lug kept on shoving his pecker in and out of my mouth with a vengeance. He deliberately stopped himself every time he was about to come, prolonging the inevitable.
He rammed his pecker in and out of my mouth furiously, until just before he was about to shoot, then he would stop all motion, and wait a few seconds before starting again.
I guess he soon tired of this, because he finally pulled his cock all the way out of my mouth, and let it slap me against the cheek. He seemed to like this, and took his prick in his hand and began smashing it against my face.
I have never felt as disgusted as I did right at this second. This fucking guy who I didn't even know, was actually slapping me in the face with his cock. It was humiliating, to say the least.
"Now roll over, bitch," he said.
I had a strange feeling he was going to shove his cock up my ass, against making me want to vomit.
I was right in my assumption.
He jumped on the bed hurriedly, and pushed my legs apart. He spit a large portion of saliva out onto his finger tips, and then with one mighty shove rammed his fingers up my ass hole.
I started to scream out, but remembered his constant threats about silence, and instead, I just buried my head in the pillow, clenching the fabric of the pillowcase between my teeth, like a soldier biting a bullet during a painful operation without any anesthesia.
He jammed his finger in and out of my butt hole, hurting me severely, and loosening me up. My hole was tight, and it took him a long time before he was satisfied that he could shove his telephone pole-like organ up into my butt hole.
I felt him place his cock head up against my hole, and then with one mighty shove he sent it flying into me. I have never felt pain like that in my life Doctor. He shoved all ten inches of his mighty whang into my asshole, causing me indescribable agony.
If he had entered my butt the way he entered my mouth, an inch at a time, allowing me the slight privilege of getting used to his size easily, it probably wouldn't have been as bad. But, seeing as he rammed it all the way into me in one stroke, I nearly thought I was going to pass out from the pain and agony.
The second his cock was all the way down into my ass crack, and I felt his huge balls slamming up against my bare ass cheeks, he pulled it out, and then shoved it in again.
Over and over, and with rapidly increasing speed, he sent his flying prick into my hole. He let his body weight shove me into the mattress, causing even more pressure on me and my asshole.
It really hurt like a mother fucker, and the physical anguish even outweighed the mental anguish, which was pretty high, believe you me!
He did the same thing with my ass that he did with my mouth. He would ram in and out of me with animal-like determination and speed, and then just when I was sure he was going to shoot his come, he would stop his pounding.
I felt a strange hot fluid trickling down the back of my thighs, and realized that it was my own blood. I knew that he was damaging me, and hoped that I wouldn't be ruined for life.
Actually, I began to fear that he may kill me. I was praying that mother would come home, just this once, before five in the morning, but I knew that the chances of that were very slim, very slim indeed.
In and out of my asshole went his flying cock. Over and over again he would pick up his speed, and then slow it down when he neared his orgasm. It was disgusting, painful, and I thought that it would never end.
Finally, as before, he quickly pulled out of me. He must have been saving what he liked to do best, fuck pussy, until the end.
"How'd you like that, bitch," he said, a sex-starved look on his disgustingly animal-like face. I quivered as I looked into his eyes.
"I said how did you like it," he said, screaming at me, and smashing his hand across my face once more.
"I liked it," I whimpered, fearful for my life, fearful that if I didn't tell him I liked it he may hit me again.
"That's better," the fucking cave-man said, a little grin forming on the corners of his sadistic-looking face.
"Now I'm going to show you what fucking is all about," he said, forcefully pushing my legs apart, so that my pussy was fully exposed, open and easily-accessible to him.
I closed my eyes, and that was a mistake.
"Open your eyes, bitch," he said, once again hitting me, "and don't close them again. I want you to watch all of this, to get the full advantage of the great fucking you're getting. You'll never get another fuck as good as this the rest of your life, so don't miss a single second of it."
"Yes sir," I sobbed, opening my eyes wide and staring right at him. I didn't know what else to do.
I've never seen a look on a man's face like the look he had on his face when he prepared himself to enter my cunt. He looked like he was going to burst with animalistic pleasure he was so excited.
He placed his cock near my cunt lips, and then with one mighty shove sent it flying into my pussy. My cherry broke, and I felt the blood streaming down my thighs.
The tears ran profusely down over my cheeks as the pain of losing my virginity hit home, both mentally as well as physically. I had pictured falling in love with some very nice man, and having it be a beautiful rewarding experience instead of the disgusting episode that it had turned out to be.
He started ramming my pussy with a vengeance. Over and over again he sent his huge dong into my cunt, bouncing me up and down on the bed mercilessly. Several times I thought I was going to faint from the pain and the mental anguish he was causing me, but unfortunately I didn't.
I had to stay awake through the entire disgusting experience, and it was pretty bad. I felt the world was over for me. I felt I would never be able to love a normal man, under normal conditions.
My virginity was gone, my backside had been violated and maybe permanently damaged by this fucking animal, and he was still going at me, still using and abusing me, with apparently every bit of energy he could muster.
I began praying that it would be over. I prayed that he would finally reach the long-awaited release of his pent-up come, I wanted him to have his great orgasm, his stimulating excitement, and then go away and leave me alone so that I could somehow try to heal myself, somehow try to get my head and body back together again, if it was even going to be possible.
"Oh, your cunt is beautiful, bitch," he moaned, as he continued plowing in and out of me furiously.
"I'm going to come any second, your fucking cunt is so gloriously tight," he yelled.
That was the first time I felt good in over an hour. He actually said that he was going to come, and him coming I knew would mean my release from his sordid sexual grip.
Once again I wished that I had some experience with sexual affairs, because even with all the pain that he had caused me, I would have made some movement, made some effort, to speed up his orgasm.
All I kept praying for was that he would come, and finally he did.
In an incredible blast of fury, and while he was pumping his cock in and out of my cunt so fast his crotch looked like one big blur, he started shooting a forceful spray of come into my ravaged devirginized pussy.
He screamed out at the top of his lungs as he began to come, which I thought was crazy of him, seeing as someone may hear him and come to see what was going on.
However, no one came, and he enjoyed his orgasm in total peace with himself. It felt like someone had shoved a fire hydrant up my cunt, and then taken off the cap. That's how forceful the come was gushing into my love hole.
More and more of his hot gism floated into my private canal, filling me to the brim. So much of his hot come shot into me, as a matter-of-fact, that it overflowed and poured down my thighs, mixing with the blood that was still trickling and drying to my legs.
As his orgasm completed, I sighed just slightly, a sigh of relief. I knew that it was over. I knew that what had caused him to be such an animal with me, his brute force strength, his sexual drive, would be quelled after coming. I just knew it.
I was right in this assumption!
The second he had finished coming, it was as if an alarm went off in his head, bringing him back to reality, making him realize what he was doing, and the dangerous position he was in if anyone was to come to the house and caught him raping me.
He pulled out of me like lighting, pulled on his clothes faster than I have ever seen a man dress in my life, either before or after the incident, and in a flash he was gone, leaving me to pull myself together in any way shape or form that I could manage.
I knew it wasn't going to be easy, not by a long shot!
CONCLUSION
This patient was really upset after telling me all about her trials and tribulations with the man and she had begun to cry openly.
I comforted her the best that I could, and told her that everything would be all right. She looked at me as if I was slightly crazy, which in fact, I may have been to tell her that.
She did tell me however, that after the rape, and after confessing to her mother all about it, it started to get better.
She told me that several months after the incident, she went to work for her mother. First she just started by working as a hostess, but then one night when one of the most important girls in the house called out sick, my patient took her place.
She was fortunate enough to sleep with a man that was quite a bit older than herself or the mad rapist, and this older and more mature man really taught her that love could be something beautiful, and that sucking and fucking could be very tender, depending upon the particular person that was involved.
She told me that things were great now, and that she was working at the house full time. She said that she would never sleep with another man that was less than fifty years old, and although I told her I wanted to keep seeing her, hoping that I could get her to someday relate to men her own age, I couldn't help but agreeing with her for the present.
I wished her luck. As it turned out, I never heard from her again, so I assume that she somehow found the happiness she was seeking, and so rightfully deserved.
CONCLUSION
I have endeavored in these preceding pages, to present to you, the reader, many different cases of patients of mine who have been involved, in one way or another, for good or for bad, with older men.
Many of them have found that older men were the only type of people that they could relate to sexually, whereas many of them found older men to be brutes, hostile, and savage.
I hope that in presenting such a broad picture, with so many different cases, I have reached some of you, and helped you with some of the various people problems you are encountering in your own, everyday life, wherever and whatever it may be.
I have tried not to arrive at definite conclusions in each case, because everything is always subject to change, of course. But, on the other hand, I have felt it my duty to give advice when I felt it was necessary, or when I felt they were really asking for it.
If my manuscript has reached one or two of you, on whatever level, then I feel confident that it was a worthwhile endeavor on my part. We all have to learn from one another, from one another's mistakes and good fortune, so that we may better understand ourselves, as well as those around us.
I hope that all of you have enjoyed reading this manuscript as much as I've enjoyed compiling it for you.
