Toby J., Age Fourteen: The product of a broken home and an overly critical mother. She sends him to private school to get him out of her sight. And there he becomes a man sexually, under the close guidance of one of his teachers.
Joanne M., Age fifteen: A shy girl who was led into lesbianism by her older sister and then found more of the same at private school. Her sister saw to it that she got some very rough treatment while she was there.
Randy B., Age fourteen: A boy who considered himself to be extremely ugly, and thought he would never have sex with a woman unless he paid for it. There was just such a service that was catering to all the boys at his school.
Adele W., Age thirteen: Her mother worried that she was always in trouble and might become a lesbian, so she sent her to a coeducational school, where the girl promptly set herself up as the sole mistress of the entire basketball team.
Brian J., Age fourteen: A stranger in a foreign land, he is willing to do just about anything to have friends, and is set up in bed with an older woman. He is not aware that his supposed friend is about to play a very cruel joke on him.
Sharon J., Age thirteen: A girl who actually believed that a thirty-five year old teacher, the Don Juan of the private school set was in love with her. She later finds out that she is just one of his many teenage mistresses.
Jeffrey P., Age fourteen: A boy who attends a military academy and comes home to a pampering mother. Her nymphomaniac friend teaches the boy the sexual ropes and then jilts him. He takes revenge in the form of sex with her own daughter.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Toby J. Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
This young man was the product of a broken home. His mother was extremely critical of the boy since the age of ten, when the parents broke up. She was so critical of him that she wanted him out of her sight, and so sent him to a fashionable boarding school where he had to live as well, even though their own home was within daily traveling distance.
The school, while being quite expensive did not have very stringent rules of conduct, and so the boy was pretty much on his own to roam the city, once his daily lessons were completed. The contrast between the severely critical mother, and the nearly total lack of discipline at home drove the boy into an adolescent frenzy.
I was almost glad when my mother finally decided to send me to that old school. It was bad enough when I was a little kid, with her always putting me down just because I was a boy. You know, she hated my father so much that she was always telling me that she even hated sex, and the sight of anything that was male.
When she saw that I was starting to grow up, and the way I filled out my jeans, she started acting like she was even sick at the sight of me. The few times that I was allowed to have any of my friends over at the house, she would listen in on what we were saying, and if it had anything at all to do with sex, she would start screaming at all of us that we were vulgar, and that the boys should leave the house immediately.
After that, she really started getting down on me. It looked like no matter what I did, it just couldn't be right. You would think since she was so busy all the time telling me how she couldn't stand the sight of me, that she would try to stay away from me whenever she could.
But somewhere around the time that it was just before my thirteenth birthday, she started watching every move I made, and every word I said. It was about that time, when her friends were trying to get her to start going out with other men. But she said that she had more than enough money from what my father was giving her, and she didn't see any other purpose for another husband.
You had to hear her in those days. She was carrying on about how all men were animals. If she never had sex again in her life, it wouldn't matter at all to her. And all that time, I felt myself growing up and start to want certain things that a man would.
Like masturbating, and thinking about girls. I could be fast asleep, and just dreaming. Maybe once or twice my hand might have been on my prick. And all of a sudden, I would feel my mother shaking me real hard to get me to wake up and then she would start to scream at me and it would always be the same story with her.
"You filthy boy!"
"What! What's wrong?"
"You were doing it again!"
"Doing what? I was sleeping."
"I could tell what you were dreaming about. Look at you! Look at that hard thing."
And it would go on and on like that. Not only would she be spying on me when I was awake and in my room with the door closed, but she would be spying on me even when I was sleeping.
All I might be doing in my room was studying, or working on my stamp collection and I just wanted the door closed for a little quiet and privacy. I always thought it was normal for any person to want to have some privacy. At least, every once in a while.
I mean, she had lots of time when he wanted her door closed and nobody was supposed to come in, so why shouldn't I be allowed the same thing? But twenty minutes or a half hour would go by and I would just start thinking that she was getting out of the habit of snooping games with me. And right then my door would fly open and she would come running in, trying to catch me pulling my meat, or maybe reading some dirty book.
No matter what I was doing, she would say that I must have heard her coming and stopped doing dirty things with myself. She never even called it by name, because she felt it was so vulgar.
And all that shit really confused me no end. Because my mother was not exactly a saint when my father was living at home with us. She swung plenty, and from what I hear, that's the reason that my father went after the divorce. So who's kidding?
She screwed around behind my father's back plenty, and then she goes into trying to make me feel ashamed of myself for having been born with balls. I thought that men and women were supposed to be equal in this country! Well, man, any girl that thinks she's being treated like an inferior, ought to live in my house for just a day.
But you know how it is when you only have one parent. You try real hard to make them happy, because they're all you've got. Even though I felt that her spying on me was really kinky, I tried to give her nothing to complain about. But that didn't stop her.
So you could see that I was pretty miserable when she finally decided that I was much too dirty and undisciplined, as she called me, to stay at home with just a woman to raise me. I know that she was just looking for an excuse to get rid of me.
But I didn't care, because I was pretty happy to be out of there. There were times when I felt like I was living in a glass tank, just like my tropical fish. Only a fish doesn't do anything that you can be mad at. According to my mother, I never did anything good.
The school she wanted to send me to was a pretty nice place and from what I heard around, they weren't tough at all. Of all the schools she could have picked to give me a real hard time, it turned out that she picked the easiest one for me.
You know why she picked it? They said that they had the most advanced forms of psychological rearing. According to the brochures, it was supposed to make fine gentlemen out of even the most unbalanced young boy. You see why she picked it? I think she really believed that there was something wrong with me mentally.
At least that was what she told all of her friends and our relatives. And she laid it on pretty thick, because both sets of my grandparents tried to tell her that I should stay at home, because what I really needed were family ties.
I wish they would have kept their mouths shut. I know that they were trying to help me, but it only made my mother go into more of her tantrums, and she always took it out on me.
Then it was September and she drove me up there and left me. I had a strong feeling that she didn't want me to even come home for the holidays, and we were living so close to the school that I could have gotten there on the bus.
But I didn't care. At least that was what I kept telling myself. The school gave each boy a private room, with only what they called scholarship kids having to share. It was the first time since my father left us, that I would be able to go through a whole night without being spied on.
And I could even get through most of the day with my room door closed and locked. They did have keys to all the rooms, but as long as I showed up for class, and didn't do anything that was downright criminal, I was left pretty much on my own.
That school was so easy that they only had one bed check at ten. I'm sure they knew that a lot of the boys, especially the older ones, went out a few nights a week. And some of them didn't even come back until just before breakfast the next morning.
About as much as they expected from any of us was that we didn't do anything that would get us or the school in trouble with the law. That first night at the school, I was still a little scared that somebody might walk in any second, even though the door was closed, and locked.
But by the second night, I was so happy with my first privacy since I could remember, that my prick got hard just to be free to think about what I could do about it. So, of course, I did jerk off. I guess you can understand hat.
I didn't do it just once, though. I did it three times that night because it felt so good to finally give myself a few kicks without worrying about having somebody watching me.
Can you tell me if that stuff is habit-forming? Because I think that was what happened to me. That first week I stayed up almost all night, every night, and beat my meat. And when I was sleepy after all those nights, I kept waking up, because I wanted to do it some more.
When I was doing it, I started to think about what it would be like to make it with a girl. But as soon as I really got into my dream, I would see my mother and it all got mixed up together.
That part of it really got to me. I was worried that when I grew up, maybe I would never be able to make it with a chick because I would always see my mother standing over my shoulder.
It scared me so much that I started to think about it all the time. Before I knew it, I was thinking about her, but more about sex in general, just about all the time. Even when I was supposed to be paying attention in class, Math especially.
I had a lady teacher for that class. From what I heard from the older guys, she was supposed to have a couple of lovers in the senior class. I wished I never heard that, because I paid even less attention after that.
She would be giving out the lessons, and I would be looking at her tits, and her great ass.
Finally, she asked me to come to her office during study hours. For a chat, was what she said.
"You should be doing better in class. You have a fine mind. Suppose you tell me what's bothering you."
"I don't think I can."
"Come now. I've been teaching in this school for more than ten years. A lot of the boys think of me as their friend."
"But you're a woman."
"Well, I can't deny that. But it shouldn't get in our way, no matter what your problem is."
"Even if it has to do with sex?"
"Especially that. You boys being away from home so much need a woman you can talk to."
When she put it that way, it was very hard not to tell her what was bothering me. She seemed to really care about what happened to me, and that made me trust her. But the other stuff that she was doing made me want to tell her even more.
She pushed her chest out so she was sure that I couldn't miss out on those big tits of hers. Not that I ever did, ever since the first day I walked into that classroom. And then she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, so her skirt kept hiking up even higher.
Now you can't blame a guy for getting a hard-on with all that stuff going on in front of him, can you? She spotted it right off, and just smiled a tiny bit.
"I see that sex is your problem."
"Guess so."
"Something I can help you with?"
"How am I supposed to answer that?"
"You don't have to. I know just what you need. A nice warm bed, with a nice warm woman it."
"I admit that it does sound good."
"Then come up to my cottage after lights out. And then well see if I can straighten you out."
"I have no doubts about that."
She straightened me out, all right. Mrs. Winsome was already naked and in her bed waiting for me when I got there. I knew that I was expected to just get out of my clothes and hop into bed with her.
My prick was hard and aching from the time I stepped out of my clothes until I was shown how to jam it into her. It was all over pretty fast. I guess that was my fault.
Because it was going along okay with her helping me to get it into her and then her showing me how to hump. But as soon as I closed my eyes and started to let my mind kind of drift, I saw my mother standing there in the shadow. She was watching every move we made, and I had chills, waiting for her to jump on top of us and pull me out of there.
So the whole thing turned into a race between me and my nightmare. I humped away like crazy, even when she tried to slow me down by putting her hands on my ass and trying to keep me down inside of her. I was so scared that something was going to happen before I popped, that I kept humping like an idiot, and a couple of seconds later, I shot a real heavy wad. Half a second later, I pulled my prick right out of there and jumped into my clothes without my underwear or socks.
And then I ran like hell, back to my room. As soon as the door was locked, I started to shake so hard that I couldn't stop myself. That thing I was so worried about, even back at home, was really happening to me. My mother was haunting me in bed.
I never got to explain that part to my teacher. She kept asking me to stay after class, but since my work was back to my average, I knew what she wanted me to stay for. So I just ran out a little ahead of the rest of the class, and pretty soon she got the idea.
After that it was never the same for me. I wanted to fuck, and I knew that I could go back to fucking my teacher if I wanted to. But by the time I got up the guts to give it another try, I heard that she was making it with one of the boys up the hall from me.
She must have been mad at me and I guess I can't blame her. After all, I never did explain why I ran out of there like that. She must have thought that I didn't like what I did with her.
But that wasn't it, at all. I liked what we did just fine. If it wasn't for that thing with my mother, I would have gone back as much as she would let me.
I tried going back to jerking off after that, and it did feel good, but it just wasn't as good as before I made it with my teacher. I knew that a kid my age wasn't going to get many chances to make it with a woman. So I thought about asking some of the older guys if they could introduce me to a couple of girls. They did try for me.
There were a couple of parties with another school, and junk like that. And a few of the girls were pointed out to me as being easy lays. They were damn pretty, too, but I just couldn't see myself making it with them.
INTERVIEW TWO
That's when I first started to wonder if there was really something wrong with me. I thought that if I hated my mother all that much, I should be making it with young girls like anything.
She hadn't knocked me out completely. I mean that I still wanted sex, all right. It's just that everything was confused in my brain. I wanted the sex and I hated my mother. But whenever I felt that wanting the strongest, it always seemed to be tied up with my mother.
Now I don't mean that I wanted to make it with her. I just wanted to make it with someone who was sort of like her. She didn't have to have the same face or body. Just the same sort of voice, or a way of moving that reminded me of her.
And I really mean that. When I started spending nights away from school and walking around the streets in town, just looking at women, I would always run away from the ones that looked too much like my mother. I was working very hard to get away from that nightmare of mine. But I knew that I couldn't do it all at once, so I didn't even try to make it with girls my own age in the beginning.
I figured the best place for me to start was with a woman who didn't remind me at all of my mother. That's when I started hanging around at this burlesque theater. There were a couple of them up town, but this one had a back and a side door, and only the back one had a man sitting there.
I used to pass by that place at night, when I was just walking with no place to go and I saw that by ten he was usually tanked up pretty good. Then he would just sit in his chair by the back door and try to look sober. He must have known that if he tried to get up he would probably fall down, so he just sat there.
So ten o'clock was the best time that I could risk sneaking in there. By then the show was already started and everyone was so busy looking at the girls stripping on the stage that they wouldn't have noticed me even if I walked right down the middle aisle.
But I didn't do anything as stupid as that. I kind of crawled up behind the seats, and I could see pretty well from the spaces between the chairs. The whole show was pretty terrific, but there was this one stripper that really got to me.
She looked a little older than the rest of them, but I don't mean that she looked all broken down or anything like that. She just looked mature. Her name on the board was Champagne Bubbles, and I even liked the sound of it. Best of all, she had huge tits, and real rounded hips.
My mother is one of those elegant types, with almost no tits at all and hips that are shaped like mine. And this woman had pink hair. I mean it. Even when she wasn't under the colored lights, her hair was pink.
I had a huge hard-on all the time she was dancing on stage and when the next number went on, I still hung around to see if this one would be any better. But the girl was about twenty or so, with pigtails, and this little dress with ruffles on it.
They called her Cutsie Pie, and she made me want to puke. So I left. When I got back to my room school, I beat my meat pretty hard a couple of times. I had a lot in me, just thinking about Champagne and wondering if I could ever get to meet her.
The show was only on weekends, Friday and Saturday night, and I had seen her on Saturday. So I had almost a whole week to think about it. I don't think I really tried to figure out a way of meeting her while I was still at school. But after I finished jerking myself off a lot, I would go to sleep. A real deep sleep and then I would dream about a big cunt with pink hair on it. I had that same dream three times in the one week.
So by the time Friday came around, I was really anxious to meet her if I could. I knew that I couldn't just take the chance of hanging around outside the theater after the show. But
I did try it anyway on Friday night. I remember that it was raining, and my prick was still hard for the whole hour that I was waiting for the show to end.
Then I saw that I wasn't going to be waiting out there alone. There were a lot of guys hanging around about twenty minutes before the end of the show. They were all grown men and some of them had flowers and junk like that with them. A few of them were waiting for Champagne.
They all gathered around her when she came out and I felt kind of hurt inside to see her leave with one of them holding each of her arms. She collected presents and one of them had a limousine waiting.
There was no way I could compete with that kind of action and I really didn't want to. So I just hung around the sidelines for a couple of minutes, watching all the other guys fighting to take her to dinner. I was sure she didn't even notice I was there.
But just as she was starting to get into the limousine, she turned in my direction and threw her whole bouquet of roses to me. I know that my face got all red and I wanted to say thank you but I just stood there like a little idiot.
That night when I went back to school, I didn't even care if the guys made fun of me for bringing flowers back. I put water in an empty milk carton, and I put the flowers in it on the stand right next to the bed.
And that night when I jerked myself off, it was even groovier than before. Because I had the flowers, her flowers, right in the room with me, and I could just reach out and touch them as much as I wanted to.I touched them a lot that night, because I spent the night jerking off and it was funny the way my come felt so much greater when I had my hand on those flowers.
A bomb right in the middle of town wouldn't have kept me from going to the theater on Saturday night. I stood in my regular spot and I didn't take my eyes off her for one second. She was doing a new number that night and it was terrific.
I was so turned on by the flowers and all, that I just couldn't face the idea of going out there again and seeing her leave with all those guys. I knew that the only chance I had was to get to her before they did. So I ran like a thief to the back of the theater and started hunting through all the dressing rooms until I came to the one with her name on it.
And then I just sat down and waited for her to come in like I owned the place. Her tits had really gotten to me this time because in her new dance she was naked above the waist all the time and they bounced around a lot. I started thinking about taking my hard-on and rubbing the tip of it all over her juicy tits.
She just walked in and smiled really friendly at me, like she wasn't at all surprised to find me sitting in front of her dressing table. Now I'm no expert on women, but there was a look in her eyes, and something that I can't even explain to you. All I know is that from the minute she walked into the room and saw me there, I just knew that she had a thing for young boys.
It was the same something that my teacher had when I was with her, and I knew that Mrs. Winsome definitely had a thing for young boys because she was making it with them all the time. And there it was again. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have picked a stripper that actually dug on making it with boys my age.
She seemed to be listening by the door after she closed it and then I started to listen to. We could hear the rest of the girls and the guys who worked behind the curtains leaving for the night. Somebody knocked on the door to ask if she needed a lift and she didn't even bother to answer it. I guess she wanted them to think she had left already.
So just from those things I knew that I had a pretty good chance of making it with her and she was so very different from any woman
I ever saw before that I wasn't even thinking of my mother for the first time I can ever remember.
"I was wondering how you would handle it."
"No point in fighting the crowd."
"I'm glad you did it this way."
"And I'm glad I thought of it."
Since I was sitting in the only chair in the place, I wanted to get up and offer it to her. But when I did, she could see what a hard-on I was carrying. Her eyes went straight to it.
"Did I do all that much to you?"
"All by yourself."
"Come on. How about the rest of the girls?"
"I didn't even look at them."
"Then you've done this before."
"Not exactly. Just this teacher in school."
"Sounds like you found out what you were looking for pretty fast. Me, it took about twenty-five years."
"You really turn me on."
"Oh? And what do you like best? I've found that my admirers like different parts of me."
"I like all of you. But best of all, I like your tits. They are really big and beautiful."
"You're pretty hot for a young boy."
"Only because of you, Champagne."
"You are awfully young. I have developed a taste for boys in the past few years, but I never had one as young as you. I'm not sure if I have the right to corrupt you."
"My teacher did that already."
"Yes, I suppose you could say that. But a teacher is a much better image for a young boy to admire than stripper."
"No, she's too much like-"
"Like what?"
"Forget it. I would much rather have you."
"How can I turn you down when you put it like that?"
"I'd rather have you than a stuffy old teacher any day. You're sexy, and so well-so everything I dig."
"Come here and kiss me."
I was so excited to get to her that I kicked the chair right over, but she didn't even pay attention to that. I knew that she wanted me to kiss her, but she was still wearing those stilts that are supposed to be shoes, that all the strippers wear.
And I'm not a very tall kid, so I couldn't even reach her mouth by standing on tiptoe. But I did come right up to her tits and that was just fine with me.
She was only wearing her pasties and G-string. Most of her tits, except for the little bit around her long hard nipples were as naked as the teacher's were that night. I was too turned on by her to think about being shy and I just put my face right in there and rubbed it around in that warm, soft meat.
Champagne was a little sweaty from the show and the hot lights and all, and I really dug on the smell of the hot body and the greasepaint that she had down there. I started kissing and licking like crazy. It tasted a little salty, and I dug it.
"You feel so nice with your mouth down there."
That was her way of telling me that I should do some more. I guessed at that and I was guessing pretty fast, because I didn't want to blow the whole thing when I wanted it so much.
I started kissing her tits all over the place and then she put her hand under one of them and pretty soon my whole mouth was filled with titty. Somehow the pastie came off in my mouth and I didn't know what to do with it, so I swallowed it.
The thing tasted awful, but I didn't want to take my mouth away from her tit, not even for the second to spit it out. I still don't know what she thought of me doing a stupid thing like that, but she never said anything about it. I guess strippers have a lot of those things and they can always get some more.
Now I had a taste of her nipple and I sucked on it just like a baby would. Only I was old enough to know how lucky I was to have it in my mouth. She must have liked the way I was doing it, because she played with my hair and moaned a lot.
"Would you like to fuck me?"
"Oh, boy, would I!"
"Then get undressed and come in the corner with me. I can fix us a nice little bed from these feather shawls."
If you ever want to feel something wild, then try lying down naked with a sexy woman on top of a pile of furs and feathers. I'll be you never felt anything like it.
Maybe that's why I had the guts to ask her if I could rub my prick around on her tits. I mean, the whole thing was so freaky to begin with, that everything I wanted to do, no matter how freaky it sounded in my mind, seemed to be okay once we got to doing it.
She even helped me get a real charge out of it, by holding her tits up and together in her hands, once my prick was between them. Then she rubbed them back and forth against my prick and I didn't have to do anything but get the charge of my life out of it.
I had to stop pretty quick, because I felt like I was going to come any second. She saw how I was breathing hard and kind of shaking. Then she just took my prick in her hand and started to move me down until I was right against her cunt.
Then she didn't have to help me anymore. I pushed it right into her and then I started to fuck her like crazy. My prick was nice and slick from all the sweat and grease between her tits and it felt like dynamite as it went into her hot cunt after that.
I was kind of in a hurry again, but this time it wasn't because I was thinking of my mother being there. I was just so hot and so excited to be really fucking a woman that had nothing to do with my hang-ups, that I couldn't hang on for very long without shooting.
All the time I was fucking her, she kept kissing me and playing with my ass. I wanted to hold out so I could be inside of her for a long time. But with her doing all that great stuff to me, besides letting me fuck a gorgeous broad like her, I shot a great gob of stuff much before I wanted to.
But she didn't even care. She let me hang around a little while and then I was hard again. You know what she did this time? She sucked me off! A great broad like her, that could be with all those men and their gifts and money and I was the lucky one she wanted to blow!
I don't know what happened, but all of a sudden it was very late and I wanted to get back to school while I still could. I was so knocked out by all the excitement that I couldn't even get my clothes on.
Don't think I didn't know I was going to be in trouble, but the whole thing was just too much for me. I didn't care what happened on Sunday morning when they didn't see me at breakfast. I just wanted to sleep on all those nice feathers as long as she would stay with me.
We had snuggled down and my face was right on her tits and I just fell asleep that way. She was such a wonderful lady, that she stayed right there with me until morning.
And that's how I wound up here. The whole thing really got to me and since I didn't have anyone else to talk to, I went to my math teacher and told her the whole thing. I was hoping that she would get me out of trouble with the headmaster somehow.
But she turned out to be a bitch because I ran out on her like that and chased a strip teaser on top of it. The headmaster decided I needed help. I guess it's not all that bad, because I really want to get myself together. I'm all mixed up now.
CONCLUSION
It was indeed fortunate that Toby had been caught and sent for help so early in his fixation. While it was still fresh in his mind, he could express himself easily and the counselor had an easy time of pointing out where it all began.
Once the boy was able to accept his mother's role in it all, he found that he no longer desired the older women. By the end of the school term, he was taking girls his own age to the spring dances.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Subject: Jo-Anne M. Age: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
This young lady was advised to seek analysis after she had been treated in the emergency room of a hospital for internal damage to her female organs. It was not known at the time to the doctors, that in addition to practicing masturbation to the point of perversion, she had also been a lesbian for almost two years.
When she came in for her first appointment, it was apparent that she had frightened herself quite badly with her self-inflicted injuries and was desperately seeking answers.
My sister got me into the girl thing when I was much too little to fight with her. She had gotten into it at the same girl's school that my parents sent me to when I was old enough for their lowest grade.
I guess you could say that I never had any choice in the way I wanted to be about sex. Janice had started it on a kick with a couple of the upper class girls who told her that all the girls at school did stuff like that. Only they also went out with boys and made it with them.
Janice was only supposed to go for making it with girls when there wasn't anything else around. But she got stuck on the girl thing and never did make it with boys. And she dug it so much that she wanted some of the same kicks when she was home on holiday.
So since I was the only female available in the house that she could boss around, I was it. At first all she wanted me to do was frig her, and I didn't think that was so bad, because I did it all the time to myself.
And when she promised that she would do it to me at the same time, I thought it would be okay. And it really was okay. It was kind of scary to have my sister's hand in there, and her hole felt different, because it had some fur on the outside of it.
She came different than me though. She came a lot, and all I did when I was little was get some great chills. But the next time she came home from vacation she wanted me to eat her, and I didn't even like the sound of that. So I said no.
But Janice beat me up a little, and then I was too scared not to do what she wanted. I was even more scared of her that time than I usually was. Because we used to fight all the time and she would win, but after a couple more terms at school, she was turning into a real tough tom-boy.
So she told me how to go down on her and I did it just the way she said she liked. Her come trickled down onto my tongue and mouth, and it tasted kind of funny. But it didn't taste bad.
And when I was finished I told her that I wanted something for myself, because that was only fair. I wanted her to eat me just the way I did to her, but she wouldn't do it. .
Janice told me that I had to wait until I started the school in September, so I would be initiated. I didn't even understand what she was talking about. But I knew that I wasn't going to get any fun for myself from her, and I started to cry.
So then she felt bad about making me cry like that, and she promised she would do something else for me. I asked her what it was, but she told me that it was going to be a surprise. So she made me stay in the room while she ran downstairs to the kitchen.
I couldn't even think of what the surprise could be, but I was very excited from what I had done to her, and I was all shaky until she came upstairs. Then she showed me this hot dog, and I almost fainted.
Now I never thought about using a hot dog on myself. I thought that was another trick she had learned in school, but she just laughed and called me silly, because how could girls keep hot dogs in their rooms. Then she told me that she used to do herself with one of those when she was just my age. And she couldn't understand how come I never thought of it myself.
It kind of hurt when she pushed it into me, but there wasn't much blood. I guess that was because I used to do myself a lot with my fingers, until I could get a couple of them in there at a time. Then I would pull and push. I guess I made room in there myself for something a little bigger than my fingers. Anyway, it did feel very good.
While Janice was doing me with the hot dog in her right hand, she used her left hand and played with my clitty. I never tried both things at the same time before. This time when I came, it was as much goop as Janice came when I was eating her.
I remember how I felt all hot and shivery at the same time. And how I kept pushing myself up at both her hands. It was really wonderful, and I promised myself that if this stuff was so good, I would be very patient and wait until I started the school so I could be really surprised when I learned the other stuff from the girls there.
It was sort of like promising myself an extra Christmas. But this one was going to be in September. During the summer I started sprouting a little fur of my own, and even my nipples started to push out. By September I was kind of proud of the way my body was changing.
I was a little slow in developing, just like my sister was. But once I got started, it moved along pretty fast. And I was very proud of my new figure when I started school.
That was because I wanted to be extra pretty so all the girls would like me. Since my sister never talked about boys when she was home, I was ashamed to ask her if any of the girls at school went out with them. I thought that I would learn all about that stuff once I got to school.
But I didn't get much of a chance to make my own friends, once our parents left both of us up there. Janice expected me to follow her around all over the place. I didn't want to, but she reminded me that mother said she was to take care of me.
She was starting to bully me again, and I really thought she would stop doing that junk to me once we started in school. Instead, she was even worse than ever. So after a while, I stopped trying to make my own friends, and only talked to some of the other girls when we were in classes.
That's when I heard that a lot of the girls did make it with each other, just like she said. But they also went out with boys from a very good private school near ours. And even in my class, some of them were telling how they let the boys touch them in private places, and even finger them and stuff like that. So I wanted to go to those dancing parties when they were arranged for my grade, but Janice wouldn't let me.
You didn't have to go to those things unless you wanted to, and Janice wrote a note for me saying that I had a sick headache whenever they were having one of those parties. I fought with her all the way up to Christmas vacation. Then when we were home, she did things to me again, and had me eat her.
When we went back to school after January, I felt so good about all the stuff that I was doing with Janice that I didn't fight anymore about going to the parties with the boys.
She told me there wasn't anything the girls couldn't do with each other, that was just as good as what the boys could do. She said it was even better than doing it with the boys, because you couldn't get into trouble when you were just doing stuff with girls.
And I was very afraid of getting into trouble. One of the girl's in her grade had gotten herself pregnant, and they sent her away someplace where nobody ever heard from her again. I didn't want that to happen to Janice, and I certainly didn't want it to happen to me.
But I did want to have some more sex fun. One of the girls in my room came into my bed a couple of nights, and we frigged each other. It felt pretty good. But I asked her if she ever used other stuff like I did with my sister, or if she ever ate anyone, and she said we were too young for that. I was supposed to wait until I was one grade higher.
I didn't want to wait. Maybe Tabatha could because she never tried the other stuff and she didn't know what she was missing. But I couldn't because I tried those things with my sister, and I liked it too much to wait a whole 'nother year just to have it again.
Since I knew that the older girls did all those things, and maybe some more that I didn't even know about, I asked Janice to take me into her room on a Friday night when visiting and popcorn parties was allowed until late curfew, which was midnight on weekends.
Saturday nights was for going to dances and parties, and since Sunday was for visiting parents, shows and special ceremonies, Friday night was the only night that the girls could get together and have some fun.
The girls that didn't go to the Saturday night stuff where boys were going to be, were afraid to be in the rooms in big groups. They were afraid that the teachers were wise to them.
I wouldn't be surprised. I kind of think that some of the teachers were into a few of the older girls' room themselves from time to time. But nobody ever talked about that, so I still don't know for sure. It's supposed to be a secret just for the seniors.
Janice said no, that I couldn't come to one of the private parties with the older girls. But I nagged her and nagged her. Then I did a whole crying scene, and she still said no. So I said that I was going to call up mother and tell her what Janice was making me do all the time that we were home on holiday.
So she finally promised that she would ask the other girls to take a vote. If most of them said it was okay to bring me along, then she would sneak me up to her floor when she was sure that the floor mother wasn't looking. The much younger girls weren't supposed to be up there that late, because we had an earlier curfew. But she thought that we could get away with it, because I could just say that I was homesick or something, and that I needed to be with my sister.
Just to make sure she didn't forget to ask them to vote on me, I kept asking her for change so I could call mother. She never gave me any money, but I knew that she would ask the girls right away, because it was allowed for the floor mother to give us telephone money if we had to call our parents. My spending money was always gone on candy.
My little trick worked, and that was the first time I ever put something over on my big sister. You know that I wouldn't dare tell my mother stuff like that because she would have punished me just as much as she would have punished Janice.
Because I was old enough to come to her and tell her what was going on right away, if I thought it was all that bad. So I couldn't come up with a reason for not having told her all that stuff the year before. Dumb Janice! She didn't even think of that.
Anyway, the girls did take a vote, and they decided it would be okay if I got my initiation a couple of years early. Since my sister was a blood member of the group, they were sure she would keep me quiet. So I was voted in, but Janice wouldn't take me up to the party until I swore on my knees in front of her that I wouldn't tell a soul about anything that I saw or did up there. Then I had to kiss her cunt.
I did that seven times that night, because kissing cunts was part of the initiation. After I went through that stupid ceremony of theirs, where I was to swear allegiance to cunts, and never touch a boy or his prick as long as I lived, they all got undressed and sat around the room naked.
They were talking and jabbering away about all kinds of junk, but pretty soon the talk got around to how much they hated boys. My sister was the loudest one of all on that subject.
"Yeah. Who needs boys."
"Right. We get great kicks without them."
"But don't any of you ever want to.. .you know, to fuck?"
"Sure we do. But we don't need boys to do it."
"Okay, Miss Smartie pants. I know you girls can do all kinds of stuff together, but how do you really fuck without a boy?"
"With stuff like this."
You could have knocked me over with a feather when she took this huge sausage out of her hiding place on the window sill. It was all wrapped up in a green plastic garbage bag and they had it stuffed under the soil in their window box.
I really felt like a dope that time, because I really should have guessed that one. When I looked at that big meaty monster, I remembered how great it felt when my sister had used the hot dog on me. So I was pretty sure that a thing that big was going to feel really terrific.
At least I was pretty sure that it was, if I could just figure out how they got something that big inside their little holes. I mean, I knew they were older than me and all that. But that sausage was still pretty huge, even if they were grown-up ladies.
"I don't believe it!"
"Too big for you?"
"Too big for all of us."
"Everyone in this room has used it except you. It's nice and fresh. I bought it tonight in town."
"Just one?"
"Just one. We all used the same one, because it's a real kick to share. Makes us closer that way."
"You girls are really crazy."
"If that's the way you feel, you can leave now. But remember that you took the oath of secrecy."
"I didn't say anything about leaving."
"Then you better watch your mouth about putting down the stuff we do up here. Besides, you never tried it."
"I don't know how I can."
"You're a real scaredy cat."
"Yeah. The worst kind. Because some of us were scared too. But we tried it just the same and we loved it."
"I don't believe you. I think you set this up special for me, because I had to make my sister take me up here."
"That's not true."
"Look, Jo-Anne. Once the girls decided to vote you in, you became a member of our club and entitled to all the privileges."
"I don't believe you. You're trying to get even, Jan."
"You want me to try it on myself first, just to prove we're being straight with you."
"Would you really?"
"Sure. But you better be the second one, and I'll make sure that it's good and slimy, so you won't have any trouble getting it in."
INTERVIEW TWO
Then one of the other girls brought out a jar of face cream, and they smeared the stuff all over the sausage. They put a lot of it on the end, and then some more about halfway down.
You know the little piece that has the metal on it? Well they tied a string loop to that so the girl using it could wrap it around her hand. That way she could shove the whole thing into her if she wanted to.
My sister was one of the ones who liked to push almost the whole thing into her hole and work it in and out a lot. Some of the other girls said they put half of it in, and then liked to twist it around.
I was pretty anxious for my sister to get started, once the girls finished all their gabbing. I know I asked a lot of dumb questions, but with all the talk they were passing around about how great it was, I just couldn't wait to give it a try myself.
But I wasn't going to let Janice know that. Because I was just as anxious to watch her go to it. Janice spread herself out in the middle of the floor, and all the girls sat down in a circle around her.
Someone handed her the sausage, and then she wrapped the string around her hand and started to push that big thing in. I wanted to act as cool as the rest of them were. But I couldn't help gasping when I saw how easily she pushed that big thing in there.
And then she started to fuck herself like crazy. Her hand was pushing and pulling that thing like I used to bounce my paddle ball around. Only she was doing this stuff even faster. Janice was panting away and making all kinds of noises.
Her body started to shake, and I knew from all the times that I did her myself, that she was coming. I was sitting there with my eyes glued to her hole. But some of the other girls were busy playing with themselves, or the girls sitting next to them while the whole thing was going on.
When Janice started to come, and I looked around, I saw that I was the only one without a finger in my hole. It made me feel very empty and left out. But Janice got finished with the sausage about the same time as the other girls got finished, and then she handed it to me.
"Now it's your turn."
"Oh, goody. I can't wait."
Maybe I shouldn't have said that, and maybe it didn't matter. Because as soon as I put my hand out to take the slimy sausage from my sister, one of the girls grabbed it away from me.
"First you have to clean up your sister's cunt."
"She can do that herself. It's my turn now."
"Eat first. Fuck later."
I tried to grab it away from them, but they only laughed. And then they ganged up on me, and pushed my head between my sister's legs. I decided it would be a good idea if I didn't fight anymore, because I wanted to try the sausage too much.
Eating my sister wasn't so terrible anyway. But it did taste different this time. It was goopier, and it tasted, even smelled like the sausage. It was funny how that sausage tasting cunt made my mouth water even before I went down on her.
So I had a lot of spit working in my mouth while I ate her out. I had my eyes open while I was doing her this time, because I knew that all the girls were watching me, and I wanted to see how excited they got.
Then I started to get mad. Because they had promised that it would be my turn second. And while I was eating my sister, they were all taking turns using the sausage in their own holes.
My sister must have been in on the game. Because she usually came a lot faster than that time. It was like she was holding back on me because she wanted the girls to all have a turn at coming all over the sausage, before I got my turn to use it.
I knew that they were all teasing me. But going down on Janice with all the girls laying around there and fucking themselves, really got me excited. I had a feeling that if I did really well, they would include me in all kinds of fun, and I would be able to make it with all of the girls there.
And it was pretty exciting to see all those girls going all gooey. My sister waited until the last girl came, and then she came in my mouth. The girls were dangling the sausage right in front of my face after Jan came, and I tried to grab it away.
But they told me I had to lick my sister clean before I got it. I wasn't going to be tricked the second time like that. So this time I stuck to exactly what they were saying, and only licked all the come off her pussy, without putting my tongue anywhere near her hole.
When she was clean, I pushed myself away from her, and then I pulled the girl's pussy hairs until she gave the sausage to me.
It wasn't easy for me to get it in. My hole was a lot smaller than the ones the older girls had. And they had plenty of practice with something that big.
The first time I tried to push it into me, it hurt too much, and I started to cry. So my sister came up and helped me push it in. Like she said, it was nice and slimy. She worked it into me very slowly, and each time she pushed in a little more, she worked it from side to side too.
That way she was stretching me out and making room for the rest of it. I could only take it about half as much as the other girls, and my sister stopped pushing it in when she saw that it was starting to hurt me again.
"Are you ready?"
"Oh, yes. Are you going to do it for me?"
"Okay. Now hold on to something."
Since there wasn't anything on the floor to hold on to, the girls gathered around me, and I held on to one of them with each hand. It was a good thing my sister told me to do that, because once she started pushing the sausage in and out of me the same fast way she did it to herself, I went crazy.
I started pushing my hole up at her, and then my body started jumping all over the place. When I got really bad, and I knew I was close to coming, the girls had to hold me down to keep me from jumping right off the floor. That's when they pulled their stunt.
Those little bitches waited until I was all sweating and screaming that I was going to come. Then Janice pulled the sausage away from me. She did it so hard that it hurt me, and I started to cry and scream.
When that didn't work I begged her to give it back to me. All the girls were sitting around and snickering. I figured they wanted me to do something else before they gave it back to me. But I didn't figure that they were really going to punish me.
"Take it in your mouth and eat it."
"Tell you what. I'll eat it right after I come."
"You eat it now. And you don't get to clean it off either. You have to eat it just the way it is."
"I won't. I won't. I'm not playing these games with you girls anymore. I'm going downstairs."
"Not before you eat it."
"Go away."
That's when I started to run to the door. But there were seven of them and only one of me. When they started to beat up on me, they were really punching hard, and the one punching the hardest was Janice.
I don't know how they did it, but I was on the floor again and all the girls were sitting on me someplace. Then Janice stuffed the sausage into my mouth and I started to eat it.
One of the girls were sitting on my cunt, and while I was eating she started to finger me all over again. By the time I finished the last of that big sausage. She had started and stopped fingering me so many times that I was feeling really crazy and I wanted to scream in the worst way.
But I didn't want them to have the satisfaction of knowing how mad they made me feel. They must have been planning to do that to me all the time, as my punishment for trying to break into their private group.
Nobody stopped me this time when I ran out of the room crying. I had grabbed my robe, but I was feeling so miserable that I left my slippers behind. My sister threw them at my head as I ran out the door.
My two roommates were at the little girls' popcorn party down the hall, and I was awfully glad that they were. Because I didn't want them to see what my sister and her friends had done to me.
I wasn't ashamed for being up there, because I knew that a lot of the younger girls were just itching to go up to parties like that. But they would have been able to see how they teased me and almost beat me up, and I was ashamed of that.
But I was feeling even worse than ashamed. My two roommates were very sweet girls, and I knew that either one of them would have been happy to frig me all I wanted, so I wouldn't have to cry any more.
But I didn't want anybody to frig me. I wanted that sausage inside of my hole instead of my stomach. And if I couldn't have that, then I wanted something at least as big as the sausage. Fingers just wouldn't do the trick because those girls had gotten me so hot and flustered.
I was really crazy to do something in a hurry, because I was so hot and bothered that I felt like I was going to jump right out the window unless I found something pretty soon.
But there wasn't one single thing in the whole room that was shaped right and big enough to do it for me. While I was running around like a nut, throwing stuff out of all the drawers and closets, I saw the posts on the end of the bed.
They were the colonial style, with these big round and long things sticking up on the end of them. Maybe I would never have thought of it the whole time I was at the school, but as I said, I was pretty crazy that night. When I spotted the shape of the bedposts, it was like I found the sausage again.
Only this time it was bigger and longer. I started to cry because I was so happy that I found something to help me. Then I jumped up on the bed, and started to climb onto the bedpost.
I guess I was much more excited than I knew I was, because I let myself down on that thing much too hard. I felt it hurt something inside of me. And it hurt pretty bad.
I also felt hot wet stuff inside me and I was afraid it was blood. But right then I didn't care what happened, because I needed to fuck myself with that bedpost so badly.
So I bit my lip to keep myself from screaming and making the other girls come running into the room before I came. I just knew that if I didn't make myself come this time, they would take me away in a straight jacket. I had to come that badly.
Every time my body came down on that bedpost, it hurt so bad that I almost fainted, but I kept on going. And pretty soon it started to feel very good, even though it was still hurting me at the same time. When the good got to feeling better than the hurt, I started bouncing up and down really very hard.
I could even feel the end of the bedpost stabbing into something inside of me and I knew every few seconds that I was doing something pretty bad to myself, but I just couldn't stop. So I kept right on doing that inside of me, even when I knew I was probably going to feel very sorry about it when I was finished.
Since the girls had gotten me so hot about a dozen times before I ran out of the room, I didn't have to work very long with the bedpost before I came. And it was good that I did come that fast, because the doctors said that if I had done much more of that, I would have ruined my female stuff forever.
But you know something? Even if the doctors were right in the room warning me about that while I was doing it, I still couldn't have stopped. Not even if I wanted to.
It was like I had taken pills or something, and I just wasn't right in the head for a while. Because I did know that I was hurting myself pretty bad, but I just wouldn't stop until I came.
And then I did come. I came so much that I think I fainted for a little while. The reason why I think I did is because I don't remember when the other girls came running into the room to help me off there.
I don't even remember screaming for help the way they said I did. The last thing I do remember is pushing myself down as hard as I could on that bedpost because I was coming.
The come was so strong, and it made me go so much out of my head that I wanted it to be the best come anyone could ever have. And to do that I had to have that thing as far into me as it could go.
Even when they woke me up, and I was stretched out on my bed and bleeding all over the nice pink bedspread, I could still feel a little bit of that great come.
It must have been that, because they said that they kept asking me if it hurt very badly, and all I told them was how wonderful it felt. And it still did for a couple of minutes.
And then the good feeling started to go away. Pretty soon I could feel how badly I had hurt myself. It felt like all of my insides had been stabbed, and cut a little pieces.
I started to scream that I wanted to die, and then I fainted. And when I woke up again, I started to scream some more. The floor mother gave me something out of a dark bottle to drink. She said it would make me feel a little better until the doctor came.
It did help some. But what helped me even more, is that she was a very nice lady and didn't make me feel ashamed for what I did. Neither did my two girlfriends.
But you know who did feel ashamed. Janice did. And her wretched little friends felt pretty bad too. I didn't rat on them, because I had made my solemn oath.
Those wretched girls will never know how much I wanted to rat on them. But if I did, I would never be able to show my face in school. That would be even worse than what I did to myself.
Of course they did call my parents, and then it got to be a pretty bad scene, because nobody could find the words to tell them what happened to me. Since I wouldn't tell them why I had to do something so bad to myself, the doctor decided to tell them that it was normal for girls away at school to masturbate, even with some unusual stuff.
But he said that he had never seen a case as bad as mine. He told them that I had to be a very frustrated young girl to do something that bad. He asked me what was bothering me about a thousand times, and even when he asked me that all alone with me, all I could do was cry some more.
So that's why I wound up in your office. At least they haven't thrown me out of school, because everybody feels so sorry for me. I think it's better for them to feel sorry for crazy little Jo-Anne, than to rat on Janice and her friends. Because nobody would even feel sorry for me then. They would just hate me so much I would have to quit.
CONCLUSION
Jo-Anne had to be sexually neurotic to have gone to such great and dangerous lengths to ease her frustrations. It is easy to understand how she could be so driven, but if she were not emotionally disturbed, she might have had the good sense to find a safer outlet.
Through therapy, the young girl was finally convinced that if she could not betray the confidence of those girls, that she should at least have a show-down with her own sister and let out her pent-up rage at Janice's betrayal of her, no matter what kind of a battle it took to do it.
This show-down was finally achieved after six months of therapy. The girl's internal injuries prevented her from employing even simple masturbation for some time, and during that time she began to think about going to the dances with the boys once again.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Subject: Randy B. Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
This young patient, having been born .with certain birth defects would have done well with special schooling of a public nature, even if his parents had not been able to afford the private school that they decided to send him to.
The particular school that they chose specialized in cases such as his and others who required remedial as well as special training. While the school was selected in the boy's best interest, it was apparent from the outset that he resented being set apart from normal children tremendously.
Everybody's been treating me like a freak since the day I was born. You think it would be bad enough to walk like some kind of a monster. But I had to go and turn out ugly on top of all that. Maybe I would have stood half a chance if my face wasn't so bad that a girl can't even look at me.
I've read a lot of books about girls and guys like me. The guys at the school who are on the college prep level have all kinds of sex books around. A lot of them have my kind of thing, so I guess they dig on reading about broads who go for guys who aren't built exactly right.
But at least all of the guys that I know are decent in the face. I don't even have that much going for me. So how can you blame me for doing some of the stuff I pulled on those girls?
It all started when I got to hanging out with some of the older guys. The guys on my level were all the time just laying around the rooms and jerking off while they talked about maybe making it with girls some day.
I don't know. I guess I was just afraid to get into that kind of talk, because I didn't think any of them would even look at me. The school does have a girl's dorm because we have a few, but not that many.
Those girls are really miserable cunts. They have the same kind of junk wrong with them that the guys do. You'd think that they'd be a little less particular. But me, they don't even look at.
We aren't cripples, as you can see. I can do everything that a normal guy can, but I have to do it a little slower. Sometimes I wish my folks weren't that rich and I could have gone to a public school. Maybe then I would have felt a little more normal.
Maybe I could have passed with my body, but there would be still no way that I could have passed with my face. I would be ugly no matter what school I went to. But public schools are pretty crowded and I don't think they would have noticed me so much.
I'm not really sure about all that, but I couldn't hang around my bed and jerk off like the rest of them, just dreaming about girls that I would never get to lay.
So for a while there, I went on the intellectual kick. I figured I would be a scientist, or maybe a writer, while the other guys my age were hanging around and beating their meats. I make like I was interested in that stuff, so I decided to try hanging around with the older guys.
I was expecting them to be spending more of their time talking about all kinds of heavy stuff. If I really got myself worked up to being a brain, then maybe a girl would be interested in me for that, and I could get someplace else with her later on.
Figuring that I would pick up on their style I started hanging around their rooms. But instead of things getting better, they only got worse. Because those guys were beating their meat too. But they had those books with all the pictures laying around the room.
One of them would be reading a story, or they would look at the pictures and make up one of their own to go along with it. At least I had something a little more real to look at than just what I could make up in my own mind. And that's when it happened.
As soon as I started looking at those pictures, I just knew that I couldn't wait to get my doctorate before I made it with a girl. That's when I stopped studying so hard, and started spending a lot of time in the next town after hours.
Just goes to show you what creeps our teachers think we are. Nobody bothers checking up on us at night, because they figure we've got no place to go. But I just had to find out for myself if I could make it with a girl or not.
I know I was supposed to be pretty young for that sort of thing. But I didn't care. I wanted to know if a girl would be able to stand my ugliness long enough to spread her legs for me. And I didn't want to wait another five or ten years to find out.
I couldn't beat my meat after looking at those pictures. I had to have the real thing. Now here's where being rich comes in handy, especially when your parents are feeling guilty about the way you look. All I had to do was write to them, asking for some new clothes and some spending money, and I got tons of both.
They were so happy that I was asking for the stuff that I got it all about two days later. My old man put a note in the package saying that he was proud of me, and he hoped I wouldn't knock anybody up.
He was figuring that I had gotten over the way I looked pretty good, and now I had my first girlfriend stashed someplace. If that wasn't such a bummer, I could have laughed at it.
At least I could look like money if I didn't look like Mr. Perfect. Maybe I should be ashamed of myself for thinking I could buy what I couldn't get on my own, but I wasn't. A guy has to do what he can, and that was the only idea I could come up with at first.
Billy was the only guy that I trusted enough to talk to. He was seventeen and had been around some. He had great looks going for him. But he told me that when he was my age, he felt just as uptight as I did about making it with girls. So the first time he went to this hooker that was set up by a phone service and from there he got over his hang-ups and started making it with regular girls.
I was a little scared that a hooker service wouldn't bother with kids our age, but Billy told me that it was set up for our school and a couple of the other private boys' schools that are out where ours is.
Must have been a good set-up for them anyway. Boys like us have plenty of spending money. And if what we have isn't enough, all we have to do is tell our fathers what we want some more money for, and they'll send us as much as we want. So why shouldn't they bother with kids, even ones with problems.
I was expecting to have to go to some place where they take you into a sleazy little room. But it turned out to be a kind of paid dating service.
And the girl wasn't so bad either. She was a girl, and not a corroded old woman. I was supposed to meet her at the park in town, and she would take care of everything else.
Since she had even told me what she would be wearing, and which bench I was supposed to be sitting on, I was pretty sure that I would meet up with the right girl. But I was still surprised to find what was sitting there and waiting for me.
She looked just like the kind of girl I would like to have as my own lady once I got older. I would say she was about twenty-one. And she didn't look all sleazy either. She was wearing this terrific jeans outfit, and her sunny blonde hair was tied in pigtails with these little blue ribbons tied around them.
Her legs were real long and she was a lot taller than I am. But that was the only hang-up about her. I was expecting her to look nauseous when she saw me. I had spotted her first, and all the time I was walking across the park, I kept thinking that I should have told them that I was ugly besides everything else. But she looked right at my face and smiled this big friendly smile, and I felt like it didn't matter to her.
Not that it should have. She was going to be getting plenty of money for our day together. But still, I was looking pretty carefully for some sign that I turned her off, and I just couldn't find any.
I really got the feeling that she was the kind of girl who could like me for myself, even if she wasn't getting paid to do it. But maybe that's what the pros are all about. They're supposed to make you feel like you're the world's greatest lover, even when you're an ugly creep like me.
I even did something stupid, but it's all that private school training that got to me. I had brought her a bunch of wild flowers from the florist shop at the end of the corner.
But she didn't laugh at me or say something like you're not supposed to bring flowers to a hooker. She just thanked me for them, and said they were very pretty.
Then she told me that her name was Julie and I told her mine. I was supposed to put the money, which was inside a white envelope, down on the bench, like it was an accident. I can see why they did it that way. It didn't make the whole thing seem like I was paying for my action.
I didn't even see her slip it into her pocket or wherever she must have put it. She was very cool about everything she did. Then we went to an outdoor flea market, and I bought her a couple of little presents. She was making me feel so normal, that I figured a little something extra was worth it.
We talked about all kinds of junk, but she was very careful not to ask me anything abut other girlfriends, and I didn't ask her anything about her business, even though I wanted to very badly.
It was dark by then and we went in for ice cream sodas. She knew that I couldn't stay out very late, so we finished the sodas in a hurry, and then she took me back to her place.
I was glad to see that she had a place of her own instead of the kind of thing that I was picturing. But it wasn't an apartment either. It was just a room in a hotel with a little kitchen.
That's when I blew it. I couldn't help asking her why she couldn't afford a better place, since I was sure she had to be pretty popular with the boys at all the schools. She laughed a little, but not enough to make me want to leave.
Then she told me that it was like her office, and that she had a nice pad on the other side of town. She asked me if I wanted a drink, and I was expecting coke, because I was so nervous that my mouth was all dry.
But the dark stuff that she gave me in a tall glass with ice wasn't any coke. I gulped it down just the same, and then I could tell why she gave it to me. Because I started to feel better right away.
She had taken off her denim jacket by that time, and what I saw underneath really knocked my eye out. Julie was wearing one of those stretchy tops that cling all over the place. And she had a pair of knockers that were better than any of the pictures those guys had.
They were bigger, higher. Well, they were better than anything I ever dreamed I could get close to. And the rest of her was dynamite too. Those jeans fit her like she was poured into them. And when she kicked her sandals off, I could see bright pink polish on her toenails, and I thought that was pretty terrific.
Julie curled herself up on the sofa and was just sipping her drink while she waited for me to calm down a little. But how could I calm down when I was looking at a hot body like hers. She had me so hot and bothered that I even stopped thinking about being ugly, or not even being fourteen yet.
All I was thinking was that I had a very hard prick, and she had a very sexy body. I was just hurting to get into her. But I didn't know how to tell her that I was ready. So I just sat there looking at her. But pretty soon my hard-on was hurting me, and I had to keep switching positions.
She wasn't just sitting still either. Every couple of minutes she would stretch or turn herself somehow. And I had a chance to see how her tits came up, or how her tight little ass wiggled.
It just got so bad with me that I couldn't sit there and wait anymore. The deal with her was costing a fortune. But she was paid up for as long as I wanted to stay that day, and I wanted to make the most of it.
I really don't know how I got up the guts to do anything at all, but I did stand up, and walk over to her side of the room. My hard-on was so big that it got there way before I did.
All she had to do was look at me, and she knew that I was as ready as I was going to get. She reached her arms up to me, and I just fell into them in a heap on the sofa.
My hands were just sweating to get a feel of those big tits of hers, but I was scared to touch her, even though she was bought and paid for. That little act of hers, being the sweet young thing on a first date, was really convincing.
And for a while there, I thought that she might get mad at me and push me away. But I knew that time was running out for me, so I put one hand out and just touched at her tit.
I waited for something to happen, like her pushing me away or saying something. But her hand closed over my wrist, and she pressed my hand down so I could feel her tit even harder. She was wearing one of those little lacy bras, that you could feel the whole tit through.
And I was getting quite a charge out of it. But then I wanted to go for the real thing, and Julie still wasn't doing any talking. I finally figured it all out. I was supposed to be the stud-type lover, and go ahead and do whatever I wanted.
So I figured what the hell, and I pushed my hand under her top, and then under the bottom elastic of her bra. She moaned kind of softly in my ear, and I figured that I was finally getting someplace.
My prick was making a wet little spot in my pants, but I started to get back some of my control, and then I was all right again. She was still moaning and sighing in my ear, and she made me feel like a real man.
So I did what any man would do. I started kissing her, and I used my tongue too. I picked up on that when the older boys were sitting around and talking. It made me feel older to know how to do a thing like that.
With my hands all over her tits, and me kissing so hard, I was surprised that she found a way to start pulling off her top. But when I saw what she was trying to do, I helped her get it the rest of the way over her head. Then we started in on her bra.
I didn't know how to work the hooks, so she reached back there and got them open, and then I took it off her and threw it on the floor. My jaw dropped down as soon as I saw those big, naked things. My heart was beating so bad that I thought I was having a stroke.
Nobody had to tell me what to do next. I took my mouth off hers, and started sucking on those gorgeous big tits right away. While I was sucking away at those things, I was just praying that she would help me out a little by getting out of the rest of her clothes. Because I just couldn't wait anymore. I needed to fuck real bad.
INTERVIEW TWO
She stood up then and stretched the long way on the couch, and I found that there was room for me to lay right next to her. Julie knew every move that she was making, and what I would do after each one. But she did it in such a way that I always felt like I was the one with the prick.
I was still playing with her tits some, because I just couldn't get enough of those big things. But I was starting to move on down the line. I was itching to get my hands on her cunt. And that wasn't all I wanted to get down there.
After fooling around a little with her legs, and then trying to work at her zipper with one hand, I knew that I wouldn't be able to make it on my own. I was a little ashamed, but I finally had to ask her to help me get her pants off. She was such a whizz at that kind of thing that she got out of her pants without even getting off the sofa.
Now all she had left on was her panties. They were black lace, just like her bra, and I thought that she looked very sexy wearing just those things. I wanted to look at her like that for a while. But I knew that I couldn't very well shove my prick through the holes in the lace. And my prick was in a real hurry to get into her hole.
But I couldn't wait to at least get my hands on her cunt, and I started to grab at it through the lace.
"Hang on a minute."
"Oh-oh. What did I do?"
"It's what you didn't do."
"I forgot something?"
"You certainly did."
"Well tell me in a hurry so I can do something about it. I don't think I can wait much longer."
"How about getting out of your clothes?"
That's when I really started to feel like a jerk-off. I was in so much of a hurry to get her naked so I could fuck her, that I forgot all about getting naked myself.
But I was so busy playing with her cunt through the panties, that Julie finally had to be the one to start undressing me. She did it better than I could have anyway. My own hands were shaking so much that I wouldn't have been able to open even the buttons of my shirt.
Julie was able to do it in a flash. While she was kissing me like crazy, and grinding her pussy against my hand, she was unbuttoning my shirt and starting to get me out of it.
My shirt was off before I knew what was happening, and when she started working on my pants, I went for her panties. I just couldn't wait to get my hands on her hairy hole any longer.
I was hoping she would get me out of those pants in a hurry, because if she didn't I was going to just whip my prick out through my fly and start fucking her like that. When Julie saw that if she didn't lift up a little I was going to tear those lace things right off her, she stopped undressing me for a second and helped me get her naked.
Just one second later she was back at working my pants off me and I was kind of glad for that, because I wanted my first time to be really right. I had to stand up to get my pants and my shorts off, but as soon as I did that I lay right down again with her.
I noticed that I still had my black knee socks on, and I knew that it looked pretty funny with both of us naked like that. But there just wasn't any time to stop and get out of them.
Oh well, I almost made it for doing everything perfectly. At least I didn't have to fuck her with my pants still on. I thought about trying some of the stuff that kids were supposed to do when they first started out, like fingering her, or getting her to jerk me off a little.
But this wasn't any young girl that I was with. I was with a pro, and even if she was playing a part for me, I knew that she probably wouldn't have much patience for any of that kid stuff. That's not exactly it either. I had some reasons of my own.
I wanted to come off like a real grown man to her, and I thought that men didn't bother with stuff like fingering and jerking off. So I decided to go right to it, like a man might if he was in my place.
So we locked arms for a couple of seconds, and then my prick was working its way up between her legs. I was just humping it up against the front of her thighs. I wanted her to say something so that I would know it was okay to start fucking her.
Maybe she wanted to give me some instructions first. Then I noticed that I was holding on to her shoulders pretty tightly and that must have hurt her. I pulled away.
"That's all right love."
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
"That isn't hurting. A woman understands how passionate a man can be at a time like this."
"No one ever called me a man before."
"Well, you are when you're with a woman like this. So why don't you put that beautiful long thing right into me?"
"Is this how I do it?"
"Mnnnnn, that's just right. All you have to do now is pull back a little, then push in a little, and before you know it, you're in there and you're fucking away."
The instructions were very easy to follow, and after just a minute or two I was fucking just the way I was supposed to do it. My heart was telling me to fuck her hard and fast because I wanted to shoot inside her so badly. But the part of me that wanted to come off like a real man was making me slow down as much as I could.
It just worked out that I was fucking her with long, slow strokes, and she seemed to dig on it, because her head was thrown all the way back, and she kept licking her lips all the time.
I wished I could have kept going like that, because it would have made the fuck last a very long time. But I just couldn't hurt myself like that anymore. Everything below my waist was starting to hurt from holding back for so long.
She must have known that even that was happening to me, because at that same second, she started hitting back at me with her whole body. I don't know who was working harder, but pretty soon we were fucking away at each other like crazy.
Everything was going so fast that I started to get dizzy. But I hung on to her tits and dug my fingers into all that white meat. Then she got to going even faster than I was, and I had to race to keep up with her. Then I blew.
This come wasn't anything like the ones I had when I jerked off with the other boys. I felt it all up and down my spine, it lasted a very long time, and there was an awful lot of it.
As soon as I got my head together again I got to thinking that maybe it was a mistake to make it with a hooker, even one like her. Because now I had a taste for real cunt, and I didn't know when I would get a chance for something like this.
I had her for most of the day, and it did cost my folks a bundle, even if they didn't know what they were paying for. It was pretty late, time to get going and I told her that whole thing had been terrific. And I wasn't lying either.
But when she asked me if I cared to make another appointment with her right then, or would I rather give her a call whenever I was in the mood, I just couldn't come up with an answer.
So I finally told her that I would give her a call whenever my folks sent me another big check. But I just said that so I could get out of that room. Once the fuck was over, I felt like I was in a very tiny prison cell. I just had to get out of there in a hurry.
All kinds of things were going through my head as I started to walk downtown where I could pick up the bus that would take me back to school. Everything had been just great, but I wasn't feeling in a great mood. I was feeling very down and I didn't know why.
So I started to think over the reasons why I set up with a hooker like her in the first place. I had gone there so I would feel like a man, and to see if I could get over being ugly. And of course I went there for my first fuck. I did get everything I had been looking for but I still came away from that place feeling like there was more that needed knowing.
Then I figured out what was missing. I had paid for that fuck, and no matter how great it might have been, I still had it only because I paid cold cash for all that hot stuff. So maybe I learned how to fuck, and what a woman's body felt like, but I still didn't know if I could get a free girl to pay any attention to me.
And I still wasn't sure that I had the guts to try it. At least I knew how to do it, once I got some girl alone who was willing to make it with me. But that was a whole world away from first meeting one that would even talk to me without flinching.
When I got back to school, I knew that I should try and get some sleep because I had early classes the next day, and I really did try. But all I did that whole night was toss and turn.
I knew that I wouldn't be able to hang loose ever again until I found out if I could make it with a girl that didn't cost me a bundle. By morning, I was really ready to face a few of them turning me away.
At six o'clock, when I was getting ready to go down to breakfast, I made up my mind that I would give it three tries. You know how it goes. Three strikes and you're out.
Three girls was all I had the guts to try. Once I had that much figured out, I had to work on where I was going to find those three. Town was about the only place. The next night was Friday, and a couple of the older guys asked me if I wanted to tag along with them.
But I only went as far as the bus stop in town, and then I told them that I wanted to make it out there on my own. They were kind of surprised at that. They told me that they all hung around together in town, and it wasn't so bad because a lot of the girls did the same thing.
And it was supposed to be much easier to talk with them and junk like that when everybody was in a group.
You can see how they were pretty good buddies. Because they never put me down for being ugly, or even being a few years younger than the rest of them. They just liked me so much that they were happy to take me along with them. It made me feel great.
So I took a little time out to explain to them that I had to see if I could make it on my own. Billy gave me a little bit of advice, and it did help me make it through the night. He said it took real guts for a young kid like me to even think about making a try like that.
He said he couldn't when he was my age, and that was why the guys had gotten into the habit of hanging out together. I guess he never had as much of a reason as I did. But that was okay, because the thought he was getting across to me was really terrific.
Maybe that's what made me hit it lucky the first time around. The guys say that when you feel like a stud, you act like a stud. And then the girls see that stud standing right in front of them. I guess I never thought of it that way, but it is true.
Anyway, that's the way it looked when I walked into this kids' hangout just a couple of blocks from the bus stop. It was really weird, but when I checked the way I looked in the mirror that ran all the way across the back of the room, I didn't see an ugly face looking back at me.
The face looking back at me was just like a real stud's. I mean it was smiling and everything. And I'm a guy that never smiles because I don't want anyone to look back at me.
Don't think that I just walked up to a table full of girls, because I wasn't all that sure of myself. But I was smiling and acting real cool, and when I looked at one table or another, I could see that most of the faces there were smiling back at me.
And I'm not just trying to put myself on either. There were a few broads there who looked at me and then turned away. But we all can't score with the whole world, I figure.
When they turned away like that, I knew that my looks turned them off, and it hurt at first. But then I saw a couple of real good-looking dudes walk up to that same table and the same two girls turned their heads away. It was like it was some kind of a game with them.
That's when I started to feel really good about myself for the first time ever, maybe I wasn't the greatest looking dude in the world but I had a lot of stuff going for me on the inside. So I figured that it would only take me a little longer than some other guys.
But once I got past first base, and at least had them talking back to me, I had a good hunch that they would start to really listen. Don't ask me where I got all that courage from.
You could say that Julie gave it to me. Or maybe you could say that Billy gave it to me. I guess that in a way, the both of them did. But the two people that really made me have the guts to give it a try were the two good-looking dudes who got turned away just as fast as I did.
It didn't bother them all that much. They just kept right on walking over to the next table, and the girls there were a lot friendlier to them. Then I started to notice that there was a difference in the girls that played those dumb games, and the girls that were just being nice to everybody.
I could tell by just watching their faces and the way they were talking to the boys. They were nice and warm to them, but they didn't come on strong and hard like the two that ditched them before. When another guy came in who looked like a real hard-on, they went just crazy for him.
Both of them sat back in their chairs, and started pushing their tits out all over the place. And you know what happened to them? He walked right by their table like they weren't even there.
That would have been a great night for me, even if I didn't get one phone number or talk to anybody. Because I was learning a lot about the way it was supposed to be just sitting there.
I was just drinking my soda and having a good time watching everybody, when the beautiful little girl walks right over and smiles at me before she sits down with her friends at the table right in front of me.
She looked like a tiny doll, and I just loved her on sight. With me feeling so good and all that, I walked up and asked her if she would like to sit with me at my table for a couple of minutes.
And she just got up and did it. I knew that she must have noticed that I walked a little funny, but she didn't look turned-off or anything like that. She was still smiling, and we started to talk about schools and junk like that.
What she said really topped off my night then. Would you believe that she actually apologized for being a little shy? She said that she was always afraid that guys wouldn't dig on her because she was so short and dumpy. Can you believe that?
CONCLUSION
Not much of what Randy had to say in his sessions indicated that he had any real problem. The one of being self-conscious about his looks is onethat most adolescents have about themselves. His was just a little more depressing because of his physical handicap.
But the doctor did agree with the boy that his handicap was not so severe as to warrant continuing at the special school any longer than it took to complete his physical rehabilitation.
Randy had come in for therapy, because his parents insisted on an analyst's opinion as to whether or not the boy would be able to cope with the world of public school society.
If he had come in for his session just one year earlier, the opinion would have to be that he continue in the safety of the special school. But the boy had jumped the hurdle of his handicaps on his own, so his doctor felt that he had earned the right to his own choice.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Adele W. Age: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
This young lady had been enrolled in three different private schools, all supposedly quite good in matters such as discipline. She was requested to leave the first two for being something less than a lady with the other girls.
Since her mother was fearful that she might become a full-fledged lesbian if she should continue her education at yet another all girl school, she enrolled her in a coeducational one that was situated in a very exclusive area.
However, that area was bordered by one of the most sleazy motels areas in the state, and
Adele decided that they were a nice place for her to spend her week-ends.
You just don't know how sick and tired you can get of being with all those snooty girls at a private school. And if anybody said that I was the one who turned those sweet little dears onto sex, then they were lying.
Because they were all as guilty as I was, I just happened to be the one that got caught with my tongue inside somebody's cunt. I didn't care anyway, because making it with girls wasn't as much fun as it was cracked up to be.
I really didn't want to do it with them anyway, but there just wasn't anything else around. Besides, the older girls were making it with each other and putting out for the boys that they dated, so I just decided that I would jump ahead a little.
It was so boring just laying around the dorm and knowing that the older girls were going out with some boy, and that by the time I got to sleep, they would probably by laying down somewhere with their legs spread wide, and a guy pushing a great big prick into them.
The other girls my age didn't mind just having some fun among themselves, because they all said that they were too young, or they were still too afraid to try fooling around with boys.
Not that it mattered much what we thought out there, because the girls in our grade were not allowed to go out with young gentlemen, except at group dances and stuff like that. And even then, the place was always crowded with chaperones.
I was always complaining about that when I wrote home. And I think that's what my mother told you. I'll bet she said I got myself into a lot of trouble just so they would have to take me out of that school, and put me in one that had boys. So what do they do but put me in another one with all girls. But by that time I was old enough to start fooling around some with sex, and I might have been pretty good at sneaking around, because they didn't catch me at it for two whole years.
This time they didn't call it just getting myself into trouble. I know that my father wanted to put it down to innocent experimenting. The headmistress said that happens all the time in schools like that.
But my mother said that she wanted me out of there even before the headmistress had a chance to say that herself. My mother was crying and stuff, saying that I would turn into a lesbian if they weren't careful.
And when the headmistress wanted to tell her exactly what it was that she had caught me doing, my mother said something like she knew all about it, and really didn't have to listen.
Maybe the headmistress didn't understand that, but I did. Because my mother went to one of those schools herself. And she still has a couple of girlfriends that went there with her.
You should see the way they hug and kiss whenever they get together. Nobody can tell me that they do all that stuff just because they're supposed to be good friends. If that was all there was to it, then why do they always go up to mother's sitting room and lock the door?
I'm not putting her down or anything. Even if she was into the girl stuff pretty deep, and still did a lot of it at college and maybe later, it didn't stop her from marrying my father.
And she's not a bad mother either, or a bad hostess for my father. They have lots of parties, and they go to lots of places together. And they hug and kiss a lot whenever I'm around, so I'm sure that they don't exactly sleep on opposite sides of the bed every night.
So why should my mother have carried on that much about what I was caught doing with the other girls? Unless they knew something about one or two of the girls that I didn't.
Because I certainly made it very plain to my mother that I wanted out of that place and the one before that too. She shouldn't have worried when she knew very well that I was messing around because I wanted to go to a school that had boys.
It took two tries, but they finally got the idea, and they enrolled me in this one. I guess they got tired of fighting me, because they even gave me sort of a choice. First they picked out all of the ones that were supposed to have good reputations for keeping things under control, and then they let me pick the one that I wanted.
I picked this one because they had open classes. That meant you could sit in the room, or do your work on your own, and then just bring it in for them to check. And boys and girls were allowed to work on term projects together and get credit for the course, if they did all the work, and some original research too.
I really dug that idea, because I couldn't take teachers watching me all the time. And working on a project with a boy was the best idea ever. I was sure that I would get top grades and make them very proud of me. And I would finally be getting some fun out of school.
My mother really thought that I was looking forward to the new way of holding classes, and I guess a lot of the way I was feeling was because of that. They knew that I wasn't a dumb girl, and they were pretty upset that I wasn't getting good grades until then.
But now that I was acting like I was really happy that September was coming soon and I would be going up there, they felt they would finally be able to be proud of me. That's why my mother didn't stop me from buying all the new clothes that I wanted, including some very tight sweaters and some bikinis. At the other school everybody had to wear uniforms, and you couldn't even tell which girls had better figures.
But now I was going to be in the running with the big time, and there would be boys looking at me every day. I knew that I would have lots of dates, because I'm not exactly ugly, and my tits were already bigger than any of the other girls in my grade way back then.
I didn't want to just have lots of dates. I wanted to have dates with the sharpest boys at the school, and anybody around there. Everything had to be the best for me, because I waited so long to get there. The other girls at that school had a couple of years there for a head start.
Me, I had been going to girls' schools ever since nursery, and I didn't know all that much about how I was supposed to act. But I figured that I would pick up all that stuff pretty quick, and then I would be able to be right up there on top with the rest of them.
My big plans for myself didn't change much once I got there. The roomate that they gave me was very pretty, and she was supposed to be the most popular girl up there with the boys. And that really bugged me. I mean she was a nice girl and all that.
But wouldn't you know it that I had to get teamed up with the competition? It wasn't too bad though. Because I watched her all the time. I watched her around school, and then back in our room, I watched the way she got ready for her dates, and the way she spoke to the boys on the telephone.
Pretty soon I had everything she did down just perfect, and then I got better than her with all that stuff. I wanted to top her in the worst way. So when I saw that she dated just two or three boys all the time, I decided that I was going to have a bunch of them running after me.
But I wasn't just going to go out with a different one each time. I wanted the whole bunch to be hanging around after me, so everybody could see how popular I was.
The equality rule at our school helped me out a lot, because all of the boys' teams were supposed to hold elections for their own girl managers. I wanted to be the manager of the basketball team because all of those boys looked so nice and t all.
I was still a virgin, and I had this idea that if their bodies were nice and long, then their pricks would be nice and long too. You can see how my mind was going, can't you? I guess I could too. When I thought about the way I was heading, that I was really thinking about making it with the whole team, I started to wonder if maybe there was something wrong with me.
But then I would sit around in the rooms and listen to the other girls talk. Most of them had been fucking for at least a year. And I didn't hear one of them say that they made it with just one boyfriend all that time.
So I just figured that if they all had about six, and they were a couple of grades ahead of me, that I might as well make up for lost time all at once. Even my roomie was making it with a couple of them, one on one night, and one on the next.
And I just had to top her. The way I saw it, if any of the girls heard about what I was doing, they would just figure that I was better than them at everything we were all doing.
There's a lot of competition with everything at those schools. All the parents are busy trying to act richer than all the other parents whenever they come up to see us. And all of the kids are trying to be the smartest, or the most talented, or maybe the most popular.
Some of them will do just about anything to stand out from the rest of the bunch. If somebody gets a sports car for their birthday, then somebody else has to get one that costs twice as much.
And the girls are so busy running all over the state on their shopping weekends. Nobody wants to be caught dead wearing the same thing, even to class.
That's how they all get into the sex thing too. As soon as one girl says that she tried something that none of the rest would dare, they all run out and do it. So, I really didn't see anything wrong with what I was planning on doing, even if the other girls did find out.
Maybe I even wanted them to. I knew that they wouldn't be able to miss the way the whole team followed me around like little puppies once I got started with them. But they would only be guessing about why they would all be following me around like that.
I didn't want them to just guess, and maybe guess wrong. I really wanted them to know why. That was the only way I was going to beat my roommate at being called the most popular girl.
So I went around to all of the boys on the team and let them feel me up one at a time. And I promised every one of them the same thing. That they would be the one who got my cherry.
I'll bet you wouldn't believe that there just aren't many cherries up at that school. We might all speak very well, and have some very good manners, but I found out that we do as much fucking as any kids at public schools do.
Because some of the boys on the team came from public schools, and their parents sent them up there because they wanted them to learn some manners, they told me that when it came to sex, everything was just the same. Only the girls up at our school knew all about how to stay out of trouble, and the boys didn't have to worry as much.
With me, they could tell that they had a sure thing right off. Because when a couple of them didn't believe that I still had a cherry that I was willing to give them, I just spread my legs.
I got a kick out of that too, because they had to finger me a little while before they found what they were looking for. It was okay with me. They could take as long as they wanted, because I found out that I got some jollies out of being fingered by a boy.
So you can see why it was unanimous when they elected me as the team manager. My roommate didn't get elected to the one that she wanted, and she was so mad that she wanted to spit.
I thought that was pretty terrific, because I was way ahead of her already. She still only had the two boys, and now I was going to have my own private team. I just couldn't wait to get it started.
The teachers and counselors were saying that girl managers was the best idea they ever came up with for team spirit. Because all of the teams were starting to win like crazy over the other schools. And my basketball team was winning the most.
I'll bet if the managers over at the other school knew what I did to give my boys all that pep, they would probably switch over to girls too. It wasn't too hard. All I did was promise them that I would make out with the boy that scored the most points in the game.
It was like magic. They would run out on that court, and then they would trip all over each other to get the ball and make those baskets. I had the greatest fun watching them go crazy like that.
Because it wasn't just winning the game that I was interested in. I was the only one besides them that knew why they were working so hard out there on the court. It was because I was the prize they would get at the end of the game. And they knew that I kept my promises. I had to, or the trick just wouldn't have worked with them.
All the girl managers were trying to come up with the best-winning team, and I was way ahead right from the start. And that kept my parents pretty happy. They thought that I was into some pretty healthy stuff and they stopped coming up every single weekend to check up on me.
That part of it worked out even better than I planned. Because without me even trying, all of a sudden I had my weekends free to get into some pretty heavy stuff with the boys.
I didn't have much trouble getting away for a half hour or an hour with the one boy that was the high scorer after the game. There were plenty of places around school where we could get lost for a little while.
But there wasn't room or time enough at any of those places to get into the really heavy stuff. Not that some of the kids didn't try it. But not me. I wasn't going for fucking standing up in the corner of a cellar, or stretched out over a pile of tackling dummies.
Places like that were good enough for getting fingered, or maybe jerking a guy off until he came. And I didn't mind doing any of that because I got my own kicks out of it.
The timing couldn't have been better. About the same week that my parents said they thought they might go away to a hotel for a weekend, the boys started complaining that I wasn't keeping my promise about letting them fuck me.
By then the whole team had done some talking and they knew I had promised them all the same thing. But they didn't care, because cherries weren't such a big deal with them. As long as they all got to fuck me, I wasn't going to have any trouble with them.
That's what's nice about making it with a whole team. By the time you get to them, they already know how to get along together. Then they don't fuss and fight about you. I mean, that competing stuff was okay on the field, and when the other girls could see it.
But when it came down to the heavy fucking, I didn't want to have trouble with any of them. I wanted to be in charge when we were fooling around just the same as when we were getting ready for a game.
So we decided that it would be okay for all of us to be together when we got down to the sex stuff. They said it was up to me to choose which one of them I wanted to be the first. But I couldn't make up my mind right on the spot, especially since I still hadn't found a place where we could all get together for a long time without having anybody sneak up and find us all going at it.
That's another time that my parents came through for me. They sent me a nice fat check, and it came in the mail on Friday night. So I cashed it at the school office, and then I had one of the boys drive me over to a motel, where I took a big room for the whole night.
INTERVIEW TWO
We all took different cars to get there, so nobody at school would know what we were up to even before we got there. Jimmy and I were the first ones to get to the room, and he wanted to start fucking right away, because he was the first one there.
And I wanted to get started too, but it isn't every day that a girl gets a chance to pick a stud out of a whole team. So I made Jimmy and myself wait until everybody got there.
I was very glad that I did. Because I came up with a very bright idea and told them that the only way I could make up my mind which one of them I wanted to be first was to see them all lined up together and naked.
That's another thing that's good about a team. A bunch of guys that you just picked up off the street and put all together in one room would never want to just strip and let the girl look them over.
But these guys had done a lot of time in showers and locker rooms together, and it didn't mean anything to them to strip right down and let me look them over.
Some of them already had nice hard-ons by the time they got their clothes off. The others were about half-way there, and when they saw that they were a little behind, they just used their hands, and pretty soon they were right up there with the rest of them.
I thought it was only fair that I not sit around in my clothes when everybody else in the room was naked. So I got undressed too, and then none of the guys had any trouble showing me some pretty wonderful hard-ons.
It wasn't easy for me to choose from all that hard prick. Most of them were about the same size, and none of them was too small to bother with. I knew that from just playing with them one at a time.
But now when they were all line up together, and I was too busy looking at their pricks to bother with their faces, I saw that most of them were pretty much alike. That was until I got to the end of the line, and there was Jimmy.
' He hadn't done too much winning, because he wasn't such a great basketball player. It was funny, but he was the only guy on the team that I never jerked off until that night.
I was sorry then that he wasn't a better player, because he turned out to have the biggest prick in that bunch. No wonder he was in such a hurry to fuck me first. He must have known that once he plowed into me with his big prick, there would be plenty of room for the rest of the guys.
And that wasn't all that was good about me picking Jimmy to be the first one. Maybe because he had such a big prick, he had been around more than the other boys. One of them told me that he had scored more cherries than any other guy in the school.
So I felt pretty safe when I stretched out on the bed with him. I knew that he would break me without hurting me much. Even if he did hurt me some, I was still going to be making it with one of the school winners, and you know how much that stuff means to me.
And he was as good as they claimed he was. He hardly hurt me at all, and by the time the fuck was over, it was feeling so great that I came a couple of times. I was expecting to feel tired or hurting, but instead I was feeling on top of the world.
While he was busy breaking me, one of the boys went out for some beer, and after I cleaned up in the bathroom, we all sat around and got a little drunk on the stuff. Well, after the beer and Jimmy's wonderful big prick, I was sure that I would be able to take on the whole team.
They all had some pretty wild ideas, and all of them were daring me to try whatever they thought of. I never even drank beer before, and I finished two cans and drank about half of the third before I noticed they weren't drinking as much of the stuff as I was.
"Get down on the floor, so we'll all be able to see what the other guy is doing."
"Okay."
"Okay? That's what you've been saying all night."
"So everything must be okay."
"Would you say okay no matter what we came up with."
"Guess so."
"Good. Then supposing Jimmy fucks you while you're lying on your side, and one of us gets behind you . . . "
"No fucking up the ass. At least not yet. You guys can't expect me to get both holes broken in all at the same time."
"Why not?"
"All right. If you promise to take it easy."
"Tell you what. I'll just use a finger or two up there while he's fucking you in front, just to see how you like it."
"Okay."
"What did I tell you guys? Our little manager is going to say okay to everything tonight."
"Sooner or later."
"Well, later is better than never, isn't it?"
They all seemed to be pretty satisfied with that answer, and so Jimmy took me down on the floor and rolled me around a little until I was facing him on my side. I should have been able to do that all by my little self, but when I tried it, I found out that I was a little too drunk to get myself rolled in the right direction.
The boys thought it was the funniest thing in the world to see me being rolled around on the floor. But I didn't care, as long as I was going to be getting my kicks out of it. And I certainly did get a lot of them that night, starting with the front and back deal.
They waited until Jimmy stuck his fat dick into me, then Andy lay down on the floor behind me. He made this big thing of getting himself comfortable, propped up on one arm, and flexed the muscles of the other arm, like he was trying to show the guys that he was getting his hand ready for a big workout.
I was too drunk to pay much attention to the arrangements they were making, but I got the feeling that Jimmy gave Andy some kind of signal when he was shoved in all the way.
It didn't hurt all that much, but I never felt anything like that before.
Andy felt me tense up all over, so he just left his finger up there for a little while, until I put my mind back on what Jimmy's big prick was doing to my cunt. And then he started to wiggle it around in there, and it didn't hurt any more.
It felt very good. Jimmy and Andy shook hands over my shoulder, and then the other boys started clapping and stamping their bare feet like they did sometimes at football games when they were counting down the yards that somebody was making. Only when they were at the games, they were dressed a little bit warmer.
The two boys that were working me over were a little too busy to clap their hands or do anything else besides make me pretty happy. But they were doing a very good job of that. With the other guys giving them a beat, they started working on me with a finger and a prick going in and out of me right to the tempo that their buddies set up for them.
That was okay with me. Because I was pretty high, and the sounds of the clapping and stamping gave me something to really groove on while I was getting it from both directions.
And I was getting better all the time. This second time around I came twice before Jimmy shot his load into me. And Andy was the only one that lost the beat for a couple of seconds. Because he had to find himself another position.
You see, he needed his other hand free because he said his prick was aching so much that he couldn't wait his turn anymore. But as soon as he had his fist closed around his rammer, he picked up the tempo again, and beat his meat right along with working his other hand in and out of my rear end.
The only time he lost pace was when Jimmy shot his load inside of me while Andy still had a couple of strokes to go. But I don't think that was so bad, considering it was the first time they had to work together on something like that.
When they asked me how I liked it, I said it was okay, and they all started laughing again. Then it was time for two more of them to take their turns, and this time I didn't even bother turning around to see what was going on behind me.
Maybe I should have, and then it wouldn't have been such a big surprise to me. Because the boy in front started fucking me just like Jimmy had done, and I reached behind to spread my asscheeks myself, because like I said, I really liked the way that finger felt.
All of a sudden I felt two hands holding me by the hips, and then the next thing I knew, I was screaming like hell, because one of them stuck his whole prick right into my rear end.
I don't know whether it was the surprise or that it felt so big when it was going in back there. But it only hurt just a little, and then it started to feel good, just like the finger did. So I stopped putting up such a fuss and started enjoying myself.
After I got used to having two pricks in me at the same time, my imagination really ran wild, and while it was still going on, I started to think about other ways that I could have a couple of the guys at the same time.
But I didn't dare to make any suggestions. I knew that the guys put up with me giving the orders when it had to do with basketball, but there were too many of them and only one of me, to risk giving them any orders in that motel room. Two I was able to handle, but I was afraid that if they got mad at me for something, I might get hurt.
I suppose if they wanted to, I would have been able to take on another pair when those two were finished with me. But the next guy, Chris, was in the mood to throw me on top of him, and he wanted to do it all alone. He got his way.
The way those guys were throwing me around from one prick to another, you would have thought I was the basketball they liked to play with the most. I was pretty far out of it by then anyway, and I was still saying okay to anything they wanted me to do.
But when Chris told me to climb on his big pecker, I tried my best to get up there, but a couple of the other guys had to help me get settled on top of him. And then, once I was up there, I really didn't know what I was supposed to do.
So the guys helped me to spread the lips of my cunt, and then they lifted me right up in the air, while Chris held his prick in position. Then I closed my eyes and it was a real thrill to feel myself being lowered down and that big rammer of his pushing up and into me.
I'll say this much for those boys. They weren't just athletes on the courst. If anybody took a little time out to keep score on the way they were going with me in that motel room, I'm sure they would have to say that the boys were breaking all records.
It was amazing how they could keep fucking me and then waiting their tum for a few minutes while they started getting hard again. Once I was settled down on Chris's prick, I held on to his hands like they were reins, and then I started playing horsie up there, but not anything like I ever played horsie before.
Chris did not have the biggest prick in the room, but when I was sitting on top of it, and I could make it go as deep as I wanted, by how much or how little I jumped up and down on him, it felt like he had the biggest prick in the world.
This time I wasn't in much of a hurry, because I was having lots of fun up there, but the next boy who wanted in to me, had other ideas. So he came up behind me and took me under the arms. Then he started to bounce me up and down very hard.
It was okay with Chris, because he was getting a pretty big kick out of it either way. And pretty soon I started getting an even bigger kick out of it than I was before.
Because I guess I was just a little too drunk to have much control over what I was doing up there. But once the guys took over for me, they really got me to have myself a very wild ride.
I came so much that night, right along with the boys, that I thought I was going to be dry for the rest of my life. It's a shame that I didn't understand more about my own body, or I wouldn't have been in such a hurry to get the boys all contented and then get out of there.
You see, I was afraid that I was going to be sick from having so much of their come inside of me, and for coming so much myself. The guys wanted to stay there until just before morning, when we could all sneak back to school by different ways, and nobody would be the wiser.
But by three in the moming I was so full of come and all fucked out that I just wanted to get back and soak in a hot bathtub for the whole next day. They had all gotten their rocks off twice that night, and I was almost sure that a couple of them had come back for thirds.
If we had just waited one more hour before starting back for school, we might have gotten away with it. Well, we did that time as far as the teachers were concerned. But who should we meet as Jimmy and I drove up in front of the dormitories, but my roommate.
She was on her way back from a heavy session in a motel room herself. But she had been standing outside the dorms for a little while and talking to one of her boyfriends. And so she just happened to see the whole team come back to school, all in about ten minutes.
Wouldn't you know that I would have to go and get myself a damn smart roommate, and not just the most popular. Well, she started asking me half a million questions, and of course I didn't answer a single one of them.
But I really didn't have to.
She took one look at my fucked out condition and then she figured out the rest for herself. Well, after that she insisted that she be included in the next session. But I guess it was worth that when you get down to it, because her face was certainly green when she figured out how I had just spent that night.
I was stuck with taking her along for the next weekend, but the guys didn't seem to mind. There was plenty of fucking to go around for all of us. She tried hard to best me at some things, but she turned out to be chicken when it came to taking it up the ass, so she missed out on the stunt about having two guys at the same time.
But she still had a pretty good time for herself, and she had to go and be the kind of bitch that couldn't keep her mouth shut when some of the other girls were hanging around our room and comparing notes about boyfriends. That bitch was so proud that she had something on all of them, even though it was my trick to begin with, that she spilled her guts to all of them.
It took about ten minutes before the whole school knew about it, including the headmaster. But this time my parents are too ashamed to take me to another school, and they must have paid plenty of extra cash to see that I wasn't thrown out. Well, at least I have myself a new roommate now, and she got what she had coming to her. Her parents wanted her out of there in the worst way because they were so ashamed of her.
CONCLUSION
Most teenagers feel the spirit of competition in school. And many of them will resort to all kinds of measures, so that they can feel that they are coming out on top.
In this case, the young lady was also rebelling against the fact that she had been forced to segregated from young men for so many years. So she went a lot further than most girls would have to prove that she could be the best at something.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Subject: Brian J. Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Brian had gone to his grade counselor and asked him to arrange for the boy to have a few sessions with an analyst. Since his parents were not residents of this country, he was technically the ward of the school, and they were happy to make the arrangements for him.
It was, however, a strange request. They had several boys in therapy, but none of them had gone into it at their own request. So they reasoned that his need had to be a strong one, and they watched him very closely all during his term of therapy.
I asked to come here because I just don't know what I'm doing anymore. It's bad enough being as stranger in this country, and I really don't know too much about how things are when you live outside the school. So whatever the boys told me here is what everybody does, I believed them.
What else could I do? I felt so all alone most of the time, and it meant very much to me, that I have a lot of friends. I didn't pick William to be my friend. He really picked me. He's sixteen years old, and some of the boys call him the school bully.
But he was never very bad to me. He never beat me up or anything like that. All he ever said was that I should do whatever he told me to, and then we would be very good friends. As long as I did what he wanted, he brought me lots of extra goodies like chocolate bars and a lot of other things that I never tried before.
The other boys said that he took those things out of their packages from home, or from their rooms when they were someplace else. But they had allowances and I did not, so I was grateful for the candy and things that William brought to me. He was a very good friend.
He was the best friend that I had at school. When we were first friends, he never asked me for anything, except to keep his secrets. And he did have a lot of secrets.
William would tell me all about what he did whenever he snuck away from school for the night. When he came back he would be very happy, and he would tell me about some girl or maybe a grown-up lady that he had sex with. In my country a sixteen year old boy does not have such freedom.
And even if he did, he would not be able to find a female to have sex with, unless he had a lot of money to pay for it. I asked William how much he paid, but he got very mad at that.
He said that he didn't pay anything, but I didn't believe him. I told him that he was a nasty liar just like everyone said he was. And then he beat me up a little, but not very much. Then he said I could find out for myself if I wanted to.
But I didn't want to. I was very afraid of girls, and I even felt very bad when I had to wake up at night and use my hand on myself. To me, sex was something that you waited for until you were a man. But William said that now since I didn't believe him, I was going to find out for myself even if I didn't want to.
He said that he had a lady friend in town who just loved to have young boys in her bed. But I didn't think that he meant a boy as young as myself. Yes, he said. He said that he told her all about me the last time he was there with her, and that she liked the idea of having a virgin young boy.
I didn't like the sound of that at all. To me, she must have been a very sick lady to desire boys as young as myself. I was afraid to even ask him how old she was, but he told me anyway.
He said that she was forty years old, but that she had a very sexy body and her face was not too bad. Forty years old was the same age as my mother, and when he told me that, I felt very sick to my stomach. I showed him the picture of my mother on my desk, but he told me not to worry, because she wasn't at all like my mother.
But still I said no, and he beat me up a little more. He said that I was to go with him on the very next night, and I better do everything that the woman wanted, because he was going to sneak through the flower beds and watch everything we did through the window.
I still didn't want to go and I told him he could beat me up all he wanted, if it would make him happy, because I did not want to do anything terrible and I didn't think any of the other boys at school did things like that. But William said that they did.
The next day I asked a few very discreet questions and I found out that many of the boys had gone to town on certain nights and paid some money so they could have sex with women. Some of them had girlfriends at one of the schools or they had girlfriends back home or someplace.
When I listened to them all talking about the great times they were having with females, I started to feel that I was the only boy in school that never had sex with a female. It made me feel very much all alone, and so I told William that I would go with him.
I wasn't sure that any of the other boys had someone like a forty year old woman in town waiting for them, but I was too shy to ask, and William said that he already arranged everything. Since I didn't want to be left out anyway, and I didn't like getting beat up so much, I went with William.
He left me at the front door, and I saw him sneak around the side of the house. I could tell that he did not tell the lady that he would be outside watching us. Maybe she would not have liked that. It wasn't a very nice thing for a gentleman to do, but I was a little happy that he was going to be right outside, because I was a little bit afraid.
When she opened the door, I became very excited because she did not look at all like somebody's mother. Her name was Sara, she said, and she was wearing this long thing with no underwear under it. I could see right through the thing, and it was very exciting.
Because under there she had a very beautiful body. William had lots of dirty pictures hidden in a steam pipe in his room, but Sara was much more exciting than any of them.
I didn't know what to say, so I told her right from the start that it was the first time for me. And she said that was just fine, because she loved young boys, and she especially loved them when they were virgins.
Then she invited me to sit down in her living room, while she stood in the middle of the floor. She turned on some music, and then she started to do a kind of strip and belly dance for me.
And all the time she was taking off her clothes and dancing, she kept smiling at me, then sticking out her tongue all the way and licking her lips like she was looking for something good to eat.
Her hair was silvery blonde on the top of her head, but between her legs it was very black. And the rest of her skin was very white except for dark red nipples that pointed straight out at me. And they were attached to very, very big breasts.
They were very beautiful breasts, and I was surprised to feel that I wanted very much to suck on them. I didn't know that a boy was supposed to feel that sort of thing when he wasn't a baby any more. But there it was. All the time I was watching her move around the floor, I wanted very much to suck on her big breasts.
My penis was very hard in my pants, and it made a very embarrassing bulge in front of me. I felt ashamed for it, but Sara thought that it was very nice. And when she finished her dance and she was all naked, she came to the sofa where I was sitting, and then she helped me to get out of my clothes. My hands were shaking too much.
Then she took my hand and walked me off to the bedroom. I wondered what window William was at. But all the rooms were on one floor, and if he had been watching us all that time, then he would probably sneak around a little more and follow us to the bedroom.
When we got into the bedroom, she put her hand on my penis, and then the other hand. Then she rubbed it briskly between the palms of both her hands. It felt wonderful!
"That's a man-sized prick you're sporting."
"What did you call it?"
"In this country we call it a prick, at least when it's hard like that, and when it's close to a woman."
"I am afraid I am very excited."
"Why should you be afraid? I wouldn't be too pleased with myself if you weren't excited."
"I wish I was not so nervous."
"Don't you worry about that. By the time we finish what we're going to do in this room, you'll never be nervous again.
Then she started touching me all over my body, and I began to shake even more. But I wasn't shaking from being nervous so much. I was shaking like that because she was exciting me so much.
Very soon I was so excited that I crossed my fingers to hope she would want us to have sex very soon, because I would have been very much ashamed if I wet her bedroom carpet.
William had told me I was to do whatever she wanted. But I couldn't think of too many things that a male and female could do together. So that did not scare me. Since all I could think of was having sex, he calls it fucking, then I thought it was all right.
Because now I was so very excited that I wanted to do it very much, and I wanted to do it right away, I tried to remember the right words that he told me because I didn't want her to think I was so very innocent that I didn't even know what to say.
"May we fuck now, please?"
"Well, I was thinking of a little something for myself first. You wouldn't mind a little appetizer, would you?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"I would like you to eat me."
"I still don't understand."
You see, sir, I am very familiar with the language as I learned it in books at the embassy school. But this language that she and William were using was never in any of those books. But then she explained that a male was supposed to sometimes put his mouth on a woman's private parts, and that women like the way it felt very much.
I never heard of that before, but I thought that it must be the custom in this country since they even had special words for it. And I did not want her to think that I had not taken the trouble to learn the customs. Making a good appearance is very important to me, especially since my father is an ambassador.
He would want me to be very popular at school, and I knew that he wanted me to do all the right things. So I asked her what it was she wanted me to do, and then she told me just how to put my head down there, and use my mouth the way she wanted me to.
Before I started to do that, I felt a little ashamed, because I thought that it might not be too manly to be down there between a woman's legs like that. I knew that William was watching, and he never told me that he did such a thing himself. But I did not want him to run into the house and beat me up before I could fuck her.
I really wanted to do that part very much. And Sara told me that I might fuck her, if I was very good at eating her. So she lay down to the back of the bed, and propped herself up on some pillows. And then she spread her legs very wide and I could see that inside all that black hair was a crimson slash, and inside there it was dark and very wet.
She had already told me just how to do it, and once I got over my fascination with just looking at that furry wet thing, I didn't mind at all putting my head down and starting to lick at the wet, dark hole. I got some funny stuff in my mouth, but it didn't taste too bad.
So I continued to lick away in there.
"Don't forget my clit."
Sara had told me where her clit was before I started, but I had been so fascinated with having my tongue inside that hole that I forgot all about it. And after she had told me how important it was to have her clit licked all around a lot, I was very embarrassed to have forgotten So I immediately moved my mouth up a little, and then I worked even harder on that little fleshy thing, because I wanted to apologize for having forgotten.
I was working a little faster on that thing, then I had when my tongue was in her wet hole. But she didn't seem to mind. She liked it very much, and even suggested that I do it some more.
My hands kept sliding up to the top of her body. I didn't mean for it to happen, but while my mind was wandering as my mouth was busy with her furry thing, and it just happened. Then I felt her hands on my wrists, and I thought that she was going to push my hands away from the top of her body. Maybe she didn't want her breasts to be touched.
Instead, she moved my hands all the way up, and then pressed my palms down on her breasts. They felt wonderful in my hands, and I played with them a lot, as I used my mouth and my tongue just the way she wanted me to, right between her legs in that furry patch.
They were so big that I didn't expect them to feel as soft as they did in my hands. I'm afraid that I squeezed a little too hard every so often, because she squealed a little. But she didn't take my hands away, and brought them right back up there, even when I tried to take them away because I thought that I was hurting her.
Between the way my hands were feeling up there, and the way my mouth was feeling down there, I became very excited, and I wanted to take a little bite out of that furry patch. But I was very careful not to.
And then she started to make some very strange sounds. I didn't understand what those sounds meant, and I Was expecting her to push me away any second, because maybe I was hurting her too much.
But she never pushed me away, and I continued to do what she wanted for as long as I could. Then it was very difficult for me to breathe, and I felt very warm with my head down there and her legs pressed tightly against my face for so long.
So I had to take my head a little bit away from there until I could catch my breath. My face was very sticky all over from the stuff that was inside her furry patch, and I had to wipe it on the bedding because I couldn't reach anything else.
I was just going to say I was sorry for taking my head away, but Sara had something else to say.
"Have you had enough of that?"
"Do you want me to do some more?"
"Not right now. You were very good down there, and I think you should have the fuck that you asked for."
"Oh, that would be very nice right now because my penis does hurt such an awful lot."
"You put it right in there where your mouth was, and it will take away all the pain."
INTERVIEW TWO
So I did as she suggested, and I found out that she was correct. Putting my penis inside that wet hole did take away the pain, but then I started to feel a lot of other things.
I felt them all over my body and they all felt very good. My body touched her everywhere and it felt very good. But she had not told me what I was supposed to do that was fucking. And do once it was in there, So I just lay on top of her and felt very ashamed.
Sara showed me how it is to fuck by using her hands on the back part of me. She only had to help me for a few minutes, and then I was able to move in and out of there by myself.
It felt even more wonderful than anything else I had done with her until then. I tried to do it very slowly, just the way she wanted me to when it was my tongue in there. But now she wanted me to go very fast, and I did my best to please her.
That was not very difficult because it also pleased me very much, and we both liked what we were doing. She was making those strange sounds again, but now I could see her face and I knew that they were sounds of pleasure.
I would have understood soon enough anyway , because my own body was so warm and tingly all over, and I had this especially wonderful feeling in my penis and all around it. And very soon I started to make the same sounds. They were sounds of wonder, and very much pleasure.
It would have been very soon when I was going to wet inside of her. I recognized that moment, because it happened to me many times when I could not stop myself from using my hand on my penis.
I tried to tell her that this was happening, but she didn't want to allow it.
"You have to hold out."
"But please. I must."
"I want to get down on the floor with you."
"What will we do down there?"
"The same thing we're doing up here, but I will show you how to do it another way."
That was all right, because I knew that it meant we were still going to fuck. But I didn't understand why it would be any different to her if we were doing it down on the floor.
She used her hand to take my penis out of herself, and then she got down on the floor. I was amused to see that she got down there on her hands and knees, but she was not smiling, so I knew that she was not having some fun on me.
"All you have to do is get down like this behind me."
"Where shall I put it?"
"Once you get down there, you'll be able to find the same furry hole that you were in before."
"Oh, there it is."
"Then push it right in, boy."
I thought that I might have a problem doing it from back there, but it went right in, and she sighed a lot. So I thought that it must have felt different to her that way, and maybe better. It felt just fine to me, and I began to move in and out of her again.
But then the other way felt just fine to me too. Since she was making those happy sounds again, I thought that I would now be allowed to wet inside of her. I was hoping for that very much, because I was so excited, and I could feel all sorts of throbbing things in the space beneath my penis.
Again she reached to my penis and pulled it out of herself. I was very upset this time.
"Why must you keep stopping me?"
"Because I want to try it another way."
"No more. I must finish this now."
And I was very upset. When still she said that I must do it another way, I felt that she was just toying with me and would never allow me to wet inside of her. So I thought that it would be wise of me to go back into the living room and get into my clothes again.
I thought that William might still want to beat me up, but that was all right. Because I was very angry at both of them, and I would have beat him up a little too.
When Sara saw that I did not want to come back to the bed and fuck her any more, she called to me and told me that I could put it back inside of her and finish myself any way that I wanted to.
Well, just to be nasty, I told her that I wanted to go back to the original way, because I thought that she really wanted to do it some other way. But she told me that any way I wanted was all right. So I decided to go back into the bedroom and put it back inside of her.
You see that was what I really wanted to do anyway. And it made me feel very much like a man to have won that argument with her. She behaved very differently too, when I came back into the room with her.
Sara was very quiet now, and she was not bossing me around any more. I was happy for that, because she had been treating me just the way William did, and I didn't like it when he did that to me either.
I was very busy then for a little while. Once I began to push it in and out of her again, I forgot about being angry. It felt very wonderful all over again, and I thought that she looked very beautiful with her face all pink and glowing like that.
There were funny feelings going up and down my spine, and I felt very hot and tingly all over. I knew that I could not stop once again. Not for anything. So I began to push myself in and out of her very fast, because I was afraid that she would stop me.
But she did not stop me again. Instead her sounds started to get very highly pitched, and then I felt her hand clutching at the back of my shoulders. While I was still pushing myself in and out of her very fast, I felt her hole go all squishy inside.
And she was screaming very loud. I became very frightened, and I asked her if everything was all right. When she answered me that they certainly were, I knew that she was happy.
And I also knew that she would not stop me again. So I concentrated very hard on pushing myself in and out of her as hard and as fast as I could, and very soon I felt myself wetting inside of her. It did not feel anything like what would happen when I used my hand on it.
There was the same shaking, and the feeling of all that wet stuff moving through my penis, but it was so very much more wonderful. And I did not feel at all lonely the way I did when it happened in my dark bedroom.
I wanted to scream just the way she did, but I thought that it would not be considered manly to make sounds like that. Instead, I just dug my hands into the back of her shoulders very tightly, and then my body began to shake all over.
It shook like that for a very long time, and there were a few moments that I still cannot remember. And then it was over. Sara said that I could stay a while if I wanted to, but I didn't.
I had felt very wonderful to be fucking her like that. But I did not like the part about her teasing me so badly. So then I wanted to go back to school.
All the time I did not see William, and I was very worried that he had gone back to school and left me behind, because I did not know how to get back there from where I was, or how I was supposed to sneak back into the dormitory without being seen.
I had depended so much on William to be my friend. But he was not outside the house as he had promised, and I was very upset all over again. Luckily, I had remembered to bring some pocket money with me.
Since I did not know how to get back to the school on the bus, I had to wave at a taxicab, and tell him which school I attended. He winked at me and asked me if I wasn't out a little late.
And then he said that I must be something of a hot lover. I do not remember the exact words, but I could not tell if he was praising me or making fun of me. But at least he did know the way back to school, and he was also intelligent enough to let me out outside the gates.
Since I did not know which way William went around, so that he would not be caught, I decided to go around the back and then climb over the fence that was near the stable. If they heard any sounds back there, I think that they would have thought it was the polo ponies.
That part of it was very simple. But it was not so simple to go all the way to our dormitory across much open ground without being seen. I had to lean all the way against the walls of every building, and then run very fast in the spaces between them.
And when I got to our dormitory, I climbed up the back wall, .vand went in through the bathroom window. Then I started to breathe freely because I was sure that I was safe and no one had seen me.
So I went into my room, and did not dare to turn the lights on because I did not want to wake anybody. But all of a sudden, the lights went on anyway, and there was William, with many of the other boys from all of the floors in the building.
They were yelling surprise and laughing a lot. William was waving some papers around in his hands, and I demanded to see them because everyone else was looking at them and then pointing to me.
They were pictures that you take with a camera that develops them at the same time. And they were pictures of myself in the bedroom with that woman, Sara. In the ones where I was pushing my penis in and out of her, you could not see too much of my face.
But in the others, and there were very many more of them, you could see my face clearly, as my tongue started to push inside of her wet hole. You could see even how much I was smiling to be doing that to her.
And those were the pictures that everybody was laughing at so much. They said that it was very much of a joke on me, because they had all fucked that woman, and none of them would ever dare put their mouths between her legs because she was much too dirty in there.
Then I knew that William had played a very bad joke on me, and the whole school thought that I was a very stupid fool. I ran out of the room, and then I locked myself into the bathroom for the night.
I would not even open the door when the boys said they had to go in. And the next morning it as very difficult for me to sit in the classroom, because I could hear all the boys laughing and snickering behind their hands.
All that happened to me two weeks ago, and I am very dismayed that I cannot pay better attention in class. I also cannot study very well in my room. I am all the time thinking that many of the boys are still laughing at me. I feel that way even when it is very quiet.
And so I have come to feel that I am very much in need of adult guidance about all this. I do not want to be the fool of the whole school. But I do not understand why it was such a big joke when it all felt so very good. I also do not know if men do use their mouths between a woman's legs or not.
They did tell me that none of them would do it because too many of them had fucked her. But they did not say if one of them would do it with some other female that was only theirs to fuck, and now that I have been with a woman, I would very much like to do it again.
Some of the boys in my grade say that they know young girls who do not have so many penises in them, and I would like to fuck them very much. but I do not even know which of all those things I learned with Sara are the manly things to do, and which are the foolish. And how can I ask one of my teachers or even the guidance counselors this question, when they will surely know that I have been off the grounds at night, and with a woman when these things are not allowed?
So this is why I requested that I could be taken to you. At the embassy, my mother sees a doctor such as yourself, and my father does also. But not the same man. And so I feel that you should be able to help me. I certainly hope so, or else I shall have to write to my parents and ask to be taken out of school and sent home.
You can see how very much I want to be just like the other boys, and to have all of them like me. It hurt me so very much for William to show all those pictures around the room, and I also did not like the way he and Sara played such bad jokes on me.
But I must at least thank them for showing me that it is very enjoyable for a "male to fuck a female, even if he is only a young boy. I will still say that it felt very wonderful, even if he did make so much fun of me later. I would like to do it again.
This time, I would like to do it with a clean young girl. A girl that I can have all to myself, and call my girlfriend. I have heard that in this country you can fuck your girlfriend, and she does not think she is being compromised. But you must not tell any of the adults what you are doing with her. I would like this very much.
Yet, I cannot try to ask any of the girls that come to our parties, unless I am sure that I will be doing all the right things. I hope you can help me.
CONCLUSION
Brian's problem was a simple matter of being uninformed about sex, as well as the mores of the country in which he was attending school. But his desire to be liked was universal.
The fact that he could be open enough to ask about his doubts, and problems, was very helpful. He felt he could speak freely with his doctor, and could, therefore, get some very frank answers in return. As he did not have any serious problems, a few sessions of questions and answers were all that was required. Brian is planning on staying at his present school as he is adjusting to his new awareness of customs nicely.
CASE HISTORY SIX
Subject: Sharon J.
Age: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Sharon's parents came up to school for a meeting with the grade advisor. They were told that the girl appeared to be suffering from severe repression, but that they had no clue as to the cause. For this reason, it was suggested that Sharon be driven to town once a week, where she could go through therapy with a highly recommended analyst.
As the girl did not object to this, and was rather relieved to be finally getting some help, the therapy was begun with a great deal of cooperation between all parties involved.
I'm not sure how it all happened myself. But now it has, and I've begun feeling very blue about it ever since. The reason why I'm not happy about it, and why I'm not angry either, is because I'm still very confused about the whole thing.
Some of it was really wonderful, and those parts that were, I can't feel sorry about, even though I think that maybe I should. I don't know for sure why I fell so head over heels for Mr. Brown, because I've been away at schools ever since I was six years old and it never happened to me before. There wasn't a Mr. Brown before, either.
I go to school here because my parents have to travel a lot for their business. So I know that they love me, and that I'm not here because one of them wants a divorce or both of them don't want any children around, like a lot of other girls.
That's why a lot of them get crushes on the teachers and stuff like that. It never fails, sometimes. I mean, the girls that I know are having problems with their fathers, lots of times they say that they're in love with one of the teachers, and some of the ones that are having problems with their mothers start fooling around in bed with the older girls. And a couple of them I've seen going over to the women teacher's cottage.
I always felt very lucky because I had parents that loved each other and also loved me. So I guess I really don't have an excuse like that for what I did with Mr. Brown.
He wasn't at the school when I first started going there a few years ago. If he was, maybe I would have gotten into trouble even younger. Because I still think I would have gotten in deep with him, no matter what.
If you could just see him, then you would know what I was talking about. He's about the most beautiful man IVe ever seen. And IVe seen a lot of good-looking men in my father's business.
He was good-looking in a very different kind of way. My father arranges touring shows all over the world, and he has all those male dancers that look so beautiful on stage. But they're the pretty kind of beautiful. You know they're men, but you don't think of them really like men.
And the boys that we have our dances with, well, they're just boys. Some of them have pimples, and some of them act very goofy. But not Mr. Brown. He's only thirty-five, so you couldn't really call him a dirty old man.
Some of the girls that know what he did with me say that he is. But I say that he isn't because he's very clean and handsome, and I don't think that thirty-five is that old. Some of my father's dancers are that old, and you should see them move around.
Mr. Brown reminds me of one of the Greek gods that are in our books about mythology. He's very blond, and tall. And he plays a lot of tennis, and swims like a champ. Since he's out in the sun a lot, his skin is a real gold color.
And even the suits that he dressed in for class fit him in such a way that you know he has a gorgeous hunk of body underneath. All the girls say that he's beautiful, so I'm not the only one.
But I'm the only one that had the courage to tell him. Those girls were all so dumb. They would giggle in class, and whisper things when they were walking behind him. I know that he thought they were all very silly.
One day, when he saw that I was just staring at him all through class, he asked me to stay for a few minutes. And then he asked me what was on my mind. I was just so glad to be standing close to him. He smelled so good and everything.
So I just told him right out that I thought he was as beautiful as a Greek god. And then we got to talking, and the next thing I knew we were taking a walk around the grounds.
The day was so beautiful and sunny, and even the birds were singing for us. We talked about mythology, and I told him how much I loved all the stories. Then he started to recite a few of them by heart.
Well, what can I tell you? By the time we got back to the place we started from, I just knew that I was in love with my Mr. Brown. We talked some more, and I knew he could tell that I just couldn't bear for him to walk away from me. So he asked me if I would like to come to his place off the school grounds on a Sunday afternoon, when a guest speaker who was a friend of his was going to recite some ancient Greek poetry.
It sounded like such a beautiful way to spend a Sunday, and I was very flattered that he would even invite a little girl like me to a tea where they were all going to be professors and people like that. It made me feel like he really cared about me as a woman, and not just one of his students. I couldn't wait for Sunday to come around.
Nothing I had in my closet looked right for a day like that, so I took the last of my month's allowance and bought myself a new outfit that I thought looked very grown up. Since I was going to be at a teacher's thing, there wasn't any reason that I couldn't tell the headmistress about it. She thought I must have gotten some very good grades in his class, and he was doing this for a special treat.
So she even had the school chauffeur drive me over there, and that made me feel very grown up. I was very excited with all the people that were there, and I thought it was all just terrific. But when it was over, and everybody started leaving, I just couldn't bear to call the school so they could come and get me.
Mr. Brown was very busy all afternoon, and we only had a minute here and there to even talk. So he said it was all right if I stayed a little while after everyone left, and that it would be our secret, because the school wouldn't approve of one of their young ladies staying behind with a man and no chaperone.
He sounded very sly when he said it, and I tried not to giggle because I didn't think anyone would think twice about a little girl like me being alone with a grown up male teacher.
Then he made us both a little snack in the kitchen, and we started talking about Greek gods again. I don't know why I did it, but he was telling me a story that I had never heard before, and he looked so beautiful that I just hugged him.
My face got all red, when I realized what I did, and I was so ashamed of myself that I wanted to run away. But he kissed me on the top of my head, and called me a sweet little thing.
Then he went upstairs for minute, and brought down a little velvet box with him. Inside it was an ancient Greek coin that he had brought back with him from his last summer vacation. A few weeks before that, in class, I told him how much I wanted to get an A in his class, because it would put me on the honor list, and I wanted to take the subject in college.
So he said that we could make a secret pact, and that he wasn't going to show me any special favors, but if I did work very hard in class, and I got the A all on my own, he would give me the coin at the end of the term. Now, I had two reasons for working hard in that class. I wanted to stay even longer that day, but Mr. Brown reminded me that a girl from my school was supposed to be above suspicion, and besides, he was still on his one-year probation, and he might lose his job for any little thing.
I didn't want him to lose his job. I wished that he would stay at the school until I graduated, because I loved him so much. And I wanted to get that A even more than ever, because I knew that he would be so proud of me. It was very important.
Now, I know that I'm not just imagining this part, because I asked him about it, and he said it was true. All during the rest of the term, he did look a lot over to where my seat was. I tried not to blush too much, but I knew that I did, just the same.
But that didn't really matter, because a lot of the girls had a crush on him and they all blushed. But they didn't have our secret pact, and I know that even if he smiled at every one of them, which he did, the way he smiled at me was very special.
I wanted to go back to his place, before the term was over, but there wasn't much happening. So I didn't have any good reason that the school could know about. It was only going to be a few weeks anyways, so I made myself be patient.
And that wasn't too hard, because there was all that studying to do. It was snowing and we all went skiing on weekends, including all the teachers, so Mr. Brown and I had our I chances to talk outside of class in a way that no one could be suspicious of.
Once I fell in the snow while he was on his way down, and he stopped to help me get back on my skis. I had to put my arms around his neck, and then he brushed the snow off my behind with his hands, and I got a real thrill from it. All of a sudden, he was kissing me, and we moved behind this big tree. That's how fast it all happened.
That first time out on the slopes, we were just kissing and stuff like that. But it wasn't any sweet kissing like some of us girls do when it's a birthday or something special. He was kissing me like I was a grown up woman, and I felt my panties get very damp.
I started to shiver all over from the excitement, but he thought that I was chilled from falling in the snow. I didn't want to tell him how he made me wet my panties. I didn't think that would have happened to a grown up woman.
So I let him think whatever was in his mind, and he took me down and back to the school lodge. Just about everyone else was on the slopes, except for some of the teachers that were getting the food ready for everybody. But we had the big room and that gorgeous fireplace all to ourselves, and I thought the whole thing was very romantic.
I guess he must have felt the same way I did, because he promised that I could come back to his place one night as soon as most of the girls had left for the winter vacation. I was to stay at the school, because there was no one home at our house.
But I did have permission to go into town to see the ballet, and I even had a ticket. That was the night that we picked. The chauffeur would drop me off there, and Mr. Brown would meet me. It all sounded like such a secret kind of romantic thing that I just loved it.
That was still ten days away. But finals kept me very busy, and then I got the A. I was jumping up and down in the classroom, and I wanted to run right up to the front of the room, and hug and kiss him but I didn't dare. I had only two more days to wait for my coin, and my secret date with Mr. Brown. They were very long days.
The girls said I was very peculiar because I had a few offers to go back to different homes for the holidays, and I said I didn't mind staying back at the school. The place was going to be deserted except for a few of the foreign students and teachers.
I. should have put on a much sadder face when I said goodbye to all of the girls. I just couldn't manage it, though. They all thought I was glowing like that because I had straight A's.
Now I have a few very close girlfriends, and we shared just about all of our secrets. But that was one secret that I didn't want to share with anyone except Mr . Brown. It was the only secret I was ever able to keep all to myself, and it was a very hard thing to do.
But then they were gone, and I only had the one more night to wait. I was happy that I was the only one up in my room. Because it was the first chance I had in a long time to finger myself because all of the girls had been up most of every night studying for finals.
I didn't want to wet my panties when I was with him that night. Part of me was already hoping that he would try to make love to me. But the other part of me wasn't sure if I had the courage to let it happen.
Either way, I wanted to come off like such a grown-up lady, that he would at least try to make a play for me. And if I did get over being a scaredy-cat, then I didn't want him to catch me with wet panties.
So I told myself that it would be good for me to get some of that excitement out of my system. I was thinking about him all the time, and every time it came around to me wondering if I was going to spend some of the night in his bed, my panties would get damp.
Now I was alone, and I tried to see in my mind how he was going to look without any clothes. I never saw a naked man, or even a picture of one, except when they were wearing a fig leaf. So I really didn't know what his sex was going to look like
But I could pretty well imagine the rest of him because I had seen him in tennis shorts, and when he was swimming. I pictured that he would be that golden tan all over him, and I even forgot about the white places where he had to keep his sex covered.
In my mind, he was just perfect all over, and a perfect man like him could tan without any white spots at all. All night I sat up in my bed, because I was so excited about the next day, and I fingered myself all night long. The whole next day I spent getting ready, and the headmistress said that I looked very pretty.
I was to be left at the theatre door, and the chauffeur would wait until he saw me go inside. The school could have bought a ticket for someone to watch over me, but the headmistress was a very nice lady, and she thought I would feel more grown-up this way. When the show was over, I was to stand right next to the ticket counter, and not talk to anyone, if the chauffeur was not there when the show broke.
That was going to be the tricky part. But I knew just how I was going to work it. I had a ticket, so they had to let me walk in there, even if there was only fifteen minutes left of the show, and then the chauffeur would see me walking out the door.
INTERVIEW TWO
Mr. Brown was sitting in his sports car right around the corner, when the school car drove up. I walked into the lobby, and then I walked right out again. Then we were alone in his car, and I figured I didn't have to pretend not to love him anymore.
"Can I have a kiss?"
"What a fresh young lady."
"I love you, and I can say it now, because it's vacation."
So he kissed me, and it was a smoochier kiss than the one on the slopes. I mean, he stuck his tongue into my mouth and everything. He even tasted like love.
"You said you loved me?"
"Yes, I do."
"Understand that young girls often think they're in love with their teachers."
"Don't lecture me, please. I know what I'm saying, and you must feel the same thing, or we wouldn't be here now, and you wouldn't have kissed me like that."
"I really don't know how I feel, pet. We'll talk more about that part when I'm ready to take you back here."
He sounded so serious then that he made my heart do flip-flops because it sounded like he might really love me after all. I never thought about him being so much older than me, or that I didn't even have much in the tit department yet.
I just thought that he must be in love with my fine mind, and didn't care if I was still almost flat-chested. And I remember reading some story, or maybe it was a poem, where the man said to the woman he loved that it didn't matter how much difference there was in their ages.
We were both such romantic people, so I thought it was okay for us, too. Mr. Brown put his arm around me while we were driving over to his place, and he kissed me at every red light. He didn't try to get fresh or anything in the car, so I never thought that a dirty old man was going to seduce me or any of that junk.
He had a fireplace, too, and we cuddled up in front of it and toasted marshmallows and made popcorn in the fire. Mr. Brown put on some music I never heard before, but I sounded like something I might have heard in the ballet.
I started to laugh when he told me that he had gone to the show the night before, and took some notes so I would be able to tell the headmistress all about it. Then I started to get serious, and there were so many things that I wanted to tell him.
"I'm glad I'm a virgin."
"Why is that?"
"Because now I can come to you all pure."
"You make it sound like one of the stories."
"Isn't that the way it's supposed to be with true love?"
"In the story, both of the lovers were pure."
"I wasn't expecting you to be. You're such a beautiful man, and I'm sure that all the women just love to make love with you."
"That's a very nice way of putting it, and I have to admit that I have my share of women."
"Do you think that you wouldn't be disappointed with me? I mean, I don't know all the things that women who have been around would."
"That's what makes you so special. Did you ever think that I might find you so appealing because you are innocent?"
"Oh, Mr. Brown, now I love you even more."
"Would you still love me if you knew that I wanted to take you into my bed and behave like a savage animal?"
"I would race you to the room."
"Then let's go."
It was all so crazy, and so very romantic. It was just the right thing to be racing Mr. Brown to the bedroom. I felt like I was right in the middle of my best dream, and since it didn't feel like it was real at all, I didn't even think of being scared.
When we got to the bedroom, we fell into a heap on the bed, and then Mr. Brown told me to put my hand under the pillow. The velvet box was under there, and inside was the coin. But now it looked different.
He had taken it to the jeweler, and had it made into a pendant for me. After I took it out of the box, he put it around my neck, and then I started kissing him like crazy. He started saying things in my ear, and it was all like making love so I did it all.
When he told me to put my hand down to his zipper and rub him down there, I did it right away. That was the part of him that made him a man, and I wanted to show how much I worshipped him.
It started to grow and get very hard where I touched him, and then all of a sudden, there was this big hard bulge in his pants. He looked at me for a minute and his face was very serious.
"Sure you're ready for this?"
"Oh, yes. It has to be this way, because I love you so much. It could never be dirty, not when it's you."
So then Mr. Brown started to get out of his clothes while I lay on the bed right next to him. And when he was all naked, he told me to let my hands run all over his body, so I could get used to the way a man felt.
While I was doing that, especially down where his pants used to be, he unbuttoned all of my things, and then even got me out of my little bra and panties. Then he started running his hands all over me just the same way.
"Are you a little girl, or a woman?"
"When I'm with you? A woman."
"Then take me in your arms, and let me make love to you."
It all sounded so beautiful, the way he put it, that I wanted to cry, and I think that I did just a little bit. I stretched out my arms to him, and then he came down on top of me.
I was so excited that I didn't even think about the hurting part, that some of the girls told me about. Mr. Brown was trying to be very gentle with me, but his thing was very big, and he was having trouble putting it into my hole.
Some of the older girls said it was easier for the boy when you masturbated yourself a lot before he put his thing into you for the first time. But they must have used something else besides their fingers, because I had done it all the night before, and he was still hurting me.
But then he was all the way inside, and I was crying, and he was kissing all the tears away. He said that the pain would go away in just a couple of minutes, and it did when he really started making love to me.
He still felt very big inside there and all that, but the hurt started going away, when he started going in and out of me. I was still too scared to move, so Mr. Brown put my hands around his neck, and then he put his hand under my behind, and showed me how to push myself up and down along with what he was doing on top of me.
When my body started to get very hot, it was moving all by itself. And then I forgot that I was supposed to be a lady. Nobody ever told me how you were supposed to act when you were in bed with a man, so I just did whatever came naturally.
And since he was getting me very hot and excited, I didn't even try to act like a nice polite little girl. I think I went a little crazy because all of a sudden, we were both moving like wild animals. It was just the way he said he would be when he went inside me.
He wasn't acting nice and gentle any more. So I thought that I wasn't supposed to either. His hands were pressing and rubbing all over my chest, and once or twice he put his head down and sucked on the nipples.
That gave me another thrill through my whole body and I felt myself wetting. But there wasn't anything I could do about it this time. And I couldn't tell if he noticed it or not.
If he did, it must have been all right, because his face was very red, and he was still kissing me all over my body. I was getting so very excited, that I started to moan and cry.
And then I came, much more than when I was fingering myself. He was still making love to me, and I didn't calm down, either. When I was in my bed at night, I would calm down some, and sometimes I would go to sleep.
But his making love to me was making me even more excited than I was the night before when I had to finger myself so many times. Only this time, there was something huge inside of me instead of my finger, and every time I came, it was like my whole body was being broken into a million pieces.
I came a lot of times, too. But I found out that a man can come only one time for each time that he is making love to a girl. Mr. Brown didn't even stop and wait for me every time I came.
He just went right on working that big thing in and out of me, and he was getting faster and faster all the time. He was grunting and groaning just like a big, angry bear, and his hairy chest was rubbing like crazy all over my little nipples.
That made the thrill run all through my body. I was crying and laughing all at the same time, and I kept wondering if maybe all the excitement did make me crazy after all.
Because his body was smacking down on me pretty hard, and the coin around my neck was starting to make a bruise on my chest, I was a little nervous that the headmistress would discover what I had been doing. But then I could feel his sweat pouring down all over me, and I didn't know what was happening to me, and I didn't care any more. He was pushing his thing into me very hard, and his body was hitting me very hard, too. Sometimes I couldn't even breathe.
Then he slammed right down on top of me, and he held me so tight that I couldn't breathe at all. My back hurt where he was holding me so tight, and then he started to shake like crazy, and his thing was pushed all the way in, and I felt it explode like crazy.
It felt like a great big gun going off inside my body, and I wondered where all the stuff went that his gun was shooting off inside of me. Even when it stopped making those jumping feelings, he still didn't take it out.
He was still holding me tight, but not so very tight. And he said that I was wonderful. We still had an hour, and after he showed me what to do in the bathroom, I came back to the bed with him.
I was playing with his thing, only it was soft now. And he was putting his finger inside of me. Then his thing started to get hard again, and I started to feel all wet and damp.
So we did it again, and this time it was even better, because it didn't even hurt a little bit. And this time, I knew how to move myself, and Mr. Brown didn't even act like he was tired.
I don't know what happened to the time, but all of a sudden, Mr. Brown was rushing me into the shower. And we both got dressed and ran to the car. It was a good thing that we did, because we got to the theatre just when the car was pulling up.
We didn't even have time for a goodnight kiss, or for me to ask him to plan something so we could do it over again. But I trusted him because I loved him so much, and I didn't worry.
I felt like he loved me too, and he would find some way so that we could spend a lot of our vacation together. I had about five minutes to look over the notes he had slipped into my purse, and then I walked out of the theatre, just like I had been there all the time.
When the car drove around the block on the way back to the school, I looked to see his car, but he was gone. The headmistress was waiting up for me, and I told her all about the show, just like I had seen the whole thing. And she was very happy right along with me.
She said she could see that I had a real love for the ballet just by looking at my happy face. When I finally fell asleep that night, I felt like my whole life had changed, and I was never going to be sad again.
Maybe tomorrow or the next day, Mr. Brown would be parked right outside the gate, or maybe he would find an excuse to pick up something me the school and slip me a little note, telling me where to meet him.
So I hung around every place he might be, but he didn't come to school the next day or the day after that. I tried calling his place a few times, but I always got a busy signal.
I was starting to worry that maybe something had happened to him. Maybe he was sick and dying, and there was nobody who knew or could take care of him. Maybe he fainted right on the floor while he was trying to call me for help and I didn't know it.
So I begged the headmistress to have me driven to town. I said that I forgot all about somebody's birthday, and I had to get a present in a big hurry. When we got there, I pretended that I had to go to a lot of stores, and told the chauffeur to wait there until I got back.
Then I ran right to the taxi stop, and had a cab take me to Mr. Brown's. The door was locked, and he didn't answer the doorbell. But the lights were on in the bedroom, and then I was sure he was sick and couldn't even get out of bed.
So I ran around back and climbed in through the window. I was expecting to find him on the floor somewhere, or unconscious on his bed. But he wasn't sick and he wasn't alone either.
There was some female in the bed with him, and I couldn't even make out if it was a girl or a woman, because I couldn't see her face. She had it between his legs, and she must have had his whole sex in her mouth, because her face was right down to there. All I could see was her long hair on the back of her head.
They must have been so excited with what they were doing, that they didn't even hear me come into the room, because the window was over in the comer. But then I recognized the body and the hair. It was my own roommate.
She looked up when I started to cry, and then I was so hurt and so mad at the both of them that I started to throw things from the dresser at them. Before Mr. Brown got up and tried to catch me, I climbed back out the window, and then ran all the way back to where the chauffeur was waiting.
He could see that I was crying, but he didn't say anything, because it wasn't his job. And the headmistress didn't say anything either. Maybe she just thought that I suddenly got lonely.
I didn't see the girl or Mr. Brown until vacation was over. All that time I just sat up in my room and cried, because I didn't know what else to do. I had to stay with that girl until the Spring term was over, and I wasn't even sure if she was the only girl at school, that I was supposed to be jealous of. And I didn't know what I was supposed to do about Mr. Brown.
Then classes started again, and I just couldn't do any work. I was looking around the class all the time, and trying to figure out how many more girls were also spending time over at Mr. Brown's place.
Whoever they were, nobody dared to talk about it. Because we all felt the same about him, even my roommate. She didn't even talk to me about it, and I was right there in the room with her. I guess we were all in love with him, and we didn't want to get him into any trouble.
And then one night, I saw that she was crying, too, and I guessed that she must have gone back there, sometime, and found him with another girl. And then I didn't feel so bad.
I found out that he did it with a lot of girls over the vacation. He must have, because there were a lot of sad faces. But that didn't make me feel much better. I still want him, and now everything is all mixed up.
It would be wonderful to be in that bed with him again, and I want it very much. But every time I start thinking about him, all I have to do is look over to the next bed in my room, and then I start to feel sick inside my stomach.
CONCLUSION
This young lady had learned a very bitter lesson. Many girls do at some time in their lives, but it is especially tragic when it happens to one that is so very young and vulnerable.
At her own request, nobody was informed of what had happened between herself and Mr. Brown, but once she understood that unscrupulous men like him were not uncommon, and that there was nothing wrong with her that might have made him go on to other girls, she began to make rapid progress in coming out of her depression.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
Subject: Jeffrey P. Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Jeffrey had been enrolled in a rather exclusive military academy because his parents were divorced and his father felt that the boy would need the extra discipline as he was overly concerned with Jeffrey becoming a homosexual because his father would not be there to raise him.
Since it was situated in the heart of the town in which he lived, Jeffrey was a commuting student, and so still spent a great deal of time at home. It was because of the conflict of the two worlds in which he was living that he ultimately required psychological guidance.
My mother and father have been pulling at me from two different directions ever since I can remember. It was bad enough when they were both at home, but it got even worse when they got their divorce. Now all my mother wants to do is keep me home with her and her boozing friends. And my father wants to turn me into a little general.
I don't want to be either one of those things. I just want to be me, but it looks like that might never happen. When I'm in school, I have to be just like everybody else there, and doing something that my father would say a man never would is the worst kind fo a sin.
When I'm home at night, I'll do just about anything that will make me different from all those little soldiers. My mother knows this, and I think she's been using it against me. Maybe not as much against me as against my father, because she doesn't want me to turn out just like him.
So I guess you can see why I was so confused that I didn't know which end was up for a long time. About the only thing that my time at home had going for it was all the attention that I got there.
I don't care what my old man says, it's not so bad when you have your mother and a bunch of women falling all over you. My mother's friends think I'm just the cutest thing going, and I look absolutely adorable in my uniform. And it isn't all that bad.
Maybe it does get a little mushy sometimes, but at least they think I'm kind of special, and I do dig all the affection they keep throwing my way. Especially my mother's friend, Emma. She's the only one that really got to me in a big way.
The first thing I like to do when I get home from that rotten school is get out of my uniform as fast as I can. At home all I wear is T-shirts and my favorite worn-out jeans. The ladies dig on my uniform all right, but they really go out of their heads when I walk around the house in those tight jeans of mine.
I know why they're getting that freaky all right. When you spend all the time with guys that I do, and a lot of it is in locker rooms, you know if your equipment is better than average. And I've seen some guys who are ready to graduate who don't come up to my size. Sometimes I wonder if I'll have a real monster by the time I'm fully grown.
I mean, the rest of my body is still growing, so my prick is probably going to grow, too. Then the ladies will really hang all over me. If they're anything like my mother's friend, Emma, then I should have some pretty busy nights for the rest of my life.
The reason why I'm here is that I'm not happy with the way things have been going. It's just that I'm tired a lot of the time, and my mother thinks that I'm depressed. She blames it on my old man, and he blames it on her. So the two of them feel so quietly that they sent me to you. But neither one of them really knows what's going on.
And I'm not going to tell them, either. This is one time that I'm just going to be me. If they get in the middle of it, they'll just mess everything up for me even worse. I'm having enough trouble trying to handle all this, and getting it straight on my own.
When you're twelve and going on thirteen, there isn't much you can do except beat your meat, and wonder when you'll get to be the man that everybody is always saying you're supposed to be. But when you're thirteen and going on fourteen, you've got some idea that no school is going to do it all for you. It takes a cunt to really make you into a man.
It's all they ever talk about at school, and that's all I hear when I'm with my father. He doesn't just want me to be a general in the field. He wants me to win the war in every bed that I can get into. That's his idea of what a man is all about.
Sometimes I try to tune out of it all, because I hear so much of it that it starts to get me sick. So what happiness then? I go home, and all those women are sitting around and drinking their martinis, and talking about all their latest lovers. They aren't any different than the guys.
Those broads that my mother hands around with are hopping in and out of beds all over the world. They think that if the guy speaks a different language, maybe what he does with his prick will be different too. Pretty soon, I start to think that sex is just the same as breathing. It's going on all around you, and nobody seems to be able to do without it for very long.
That's why I wasn't so surprised about what happened to me with Emma. And it wasn't all her doing either. They all thought that it was cute to come on strong with me, because they knew the way my old man wanted me to be. So they would sit around the house in those dresses that they didn't wear any bras with, and they would spread their legs so I could see all the way underneath. Only I was supposed to think it was an accident that they were sitting like that.
Emma was the one who came on the strongest, and she was doing it all the time, even when none of the other women, or my mother was around for her to put on a show for. Finally, she got to me so much, that I figured she was just begging for me to call her bluff.
At my school, learning how to come on strong with the broads was like a special class. Only you learned it between secret smokes in the locker room. Maybe I didn't pay too much attention to it all while I was hanging around there, but when it came time to use all that shit on Emma, it came back to me like I learned it all by heart.
There was this one night when she brought my mother home drunk from a cocktail party, and I helped to put her to bed. Then she asked me if I wanted her to do the same thing for me. First I just shrugged her off, but when she said that she would tuck me in nice and cozy, I told her why not.
So I walked right into my room, and she followed me in there like she did that sort of thing with a lot of guys. Playing the part of the real stud, I stripped down bare-ass and got into bed. You should have seen the way her eyes were bugging out of her head, when she saw the size of the meat that I was hanging.
I was trying to act a little cool, but my prick gave me away. Being naked in front of
Emma made it go up. She saw what was happening, but she didn't smile or anything. All she did was stare at my hard-on and smack her lips. A little bit of sweat was coming out on her face.
That made me feel better, because I figured I was getting to her, and I wanted to mess her up a little before I told her to get out of my room. I still figured that she was kidding with me and wouldn't let me fuck her even if I wanted to.
I knew a lot about Emma, and she had lovers all over the place. She had this reputation for being a nymph, but I didn't think that it included young boys. I just figured that she forgot to turn off her signals. And that she would get around to it as soon as I called her bluff.
And I was still waiting for her to back out of the room, when she started to get out of her clothes. Why she stopped at her underwear I didn't know at the time. I figured that she wasn't even wearing any. But this time, she was, and it wasn't very much. Just a tiny little bikini bra, and panties that were so tiny they didn't even cover all the hair on her cunt.
Then she got into my bed with me and told me to shove over. I had already started the game, so I had to go on with it, or I wasn't going to come off as a man.
"You know what's going to happen if you hang out here much more? Is that what you want?"
"I don't think you're a real man no matter what your father says. And that big prick of yours doesn't prove anything either."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. And I'll prove it. I'll just lay here, and I'm telling you that you can do anything you want. I'm willing to bet that you don't even get past putting one hand on me."
"That's a bet, lady."
Then she just lay back on my bed, looking at me with this big smile on her face, and just daring me to try something. I never touched a woman's body like that before, but I didn't want her to know it. So I tried to keep my hands from shaking as I started to run them all up and down the sides of her body.
Like I said, the underwear wasn't anything very much, and it was almost like feeling her up naked. Then I figured out why she got into the bed with those things still on. She was doing it just to tease me. But that didn't stop me from feeling her up quite a lot.
I started from the side of her thighs, and then went up until I came to the side of her tits. In that tiny bra, I was feeling mostly the real stuff, and just a little bit of lace. She was pretty good for size, and I thought that she didn't feel all that saggy for a woman her age.
That must be what happens when you take care of your body the way those women do. They spend an awful lot of time at those health clubs. I guess it pays off after all. I liked the way her tits felt full and hard at the same time.
Once I got just a little feel of those great tits of hers, I didn't want my hands to go on back down again. I worked them right across her chest, and I felt her nipples go hard against my hands. You can't know how much I just wanted to put my mouth there and start sucking.
My prick was aching pretty bad, too. I still didn't have the guts to suck her the way I wanted to, but I couldn't help pressing my prick against the side of her body. And I kept rubbing it up and down next to her, while I felt in between her thighs with both of my hands.
I was breathing pretty hard by then and I guess I would have hopped right on her and started fucking right then, if she had said something to me. But I was still expecting her to get out of the bed, before I got the chance to stick my prick into her.
I never expected her to let me really get into her cunt. She just seemed to be even more of a tease than I thought she was. So I figured there was only one way I was going to find out how far she was going to let me go. And that was to put my hand on her cunt and see what happened from there.
That's what I did, and I could feel her slit right through the lace, and even all the hair that she had down there. All of a sudden, I saw her reaching behind her back, and she took off her bra and threw it on the floor. That's when I first started to think that maybe she wasn't kidding around after all.
Once I saw all of her tits out in the open like that, I put my head up right next to them. Then she put her hand under one of them, and actually put all that meat right into my mouth. So being that she fed the tit to me, like that, I didn't see anything wrong with sucking it.
It was great to feel the way her nipples stiffened up and then stuck out really long in my mouth. Just to tease her, I used my teeth on it a little bit. I thought she would get mad at me, but it turned out that she liked a guy to do stuff like that.
Then I started to feel her cunt pushing against me, so I figured she was looking for some action down there, too. So I put my hand inside the elastic of her panties, and tried to get it down far enough so I could reach her hole. But she had to push herself all the way up, and then slip her panties all the way off herself before I could do that.
Then I had her whole naked body to play with, and she was letting me know that she wanted me to really get to it. Her hands were around my neck first, and then I felt her cunt grinding against my belly.
"Are you man enough to fuck me?"
"Just spread your legs."
"Let's see if you can really do it."
She helped me a lot by spreading her legs very wide, and I felt her fingers spreading the lips of her cunt underneath my prick, as I started to work it into her. It slipped all the way into her, and it really freaked my head out to be inside a wet hole like that.
I never thought I would make it that far with her. And there I was really fucking her. I was kind of expecting her to realize what she was doing with a kid like me any second now, so I started pumping it into her really fast, just in case. After a couple more minutes, and she still wasn't pushing me off, I figured it was safe for at least that one fuck, and I tried to lower myself down a little.
But Emma wasn't having any of it. She wanted it hard and fast, and she wouldn't let me slow down, no matter how hard I tried. And then I didn't want to anymore, either, because Emma was twisting and grinding like crazy under me, and she was driving me out of my skull with that hot body of hers.
Just by the way, she was moving with me, she was teaching me how to move and grind myself. I had this idea that the cunt just lay there while you pumped away at her. Nothing the guys ever said gave me a clue about the way a girl was supposed to act.
They were so busy all the time bragging about what great studs they were and how many broads they had laid, that I never heard very much about what the broads did at all. So you can see why I thought that the guy was supposed to do all the work.
Emma was doing more moving than I thought a woman even could. I had to keep my arms around her pretty tight, and work hard to keep up with her fast rocking motions. Then she started to mutter things in my ear and bite at it.
"Faster, harder, faster."
"How fast can you go?"
"Never fast enough. Dig in deep, boy. Fuck me deep and hard the way a real man would."
INTERVIEW TWO
I had to keep up with her and what she wanted from me, just to prove that I was the man she claimed I couldn't be. And then it didn't matter when I got so hot that my prick was going like crazy all by itself. I felt such wild things happening in my body, and all at the same time, and it all began to feel like some weird high that pot could never give me.
Her body started sending out hot shivers, and she told me that she was coming. I tried hard to make it right along with her. It was a lot easier than I thought it would be because just what she told me was happening, sent me right off the deep end and I shot.
She must have been very happy with my performance, because she came right back at me, and played with my prick right away, and kept on going until it was nice and hard again. This time when I fucked her, I knew everything that I was doing, and I started off real slow, so I would be able to go a long time before we both went out of our heads again.
Emma liked me to do it to her that way, too. For the next couple of hours, I found out that Emma liked everything that had to do with sex. It turned out that all the gossip about her was true. She really was a nymph, and she never gave my prick a chance to even get limp before she was working at it again with her hands.
Finally, I had to ask for her permission to go to the bathroom, and take a leak. When I got back to my room, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, and putting on the last of her clothes.
"I better get out of here now."
"I just had to take a leak. I'm ready to get going again."
"Don't you think I should get out of here before the dawn comes up? Even I have some shame."
"Funny, I never thought about that."
"Cut the sarcasm. Just because I put out for you doesn't mean you can forget your manners."
"Sorry, Emma, but I guess I won the bet, now, didn't I?"
"No argument there. You were damn good. In fact, you were so good, that we might just have another go at it sometime."
"I'm available whenever you are."
"Your father would be proud to hear you say that. It's one of his favorite lines."
"How do you know?"
"I fucked him too. Maybe there is some truth to what they say about prick size being hereditary."
I have to admit that her closing line kind of took the wind out of my sails. But once she left and I had a chance to think about it, I guess I wasn't surprised at all. Nothing happened in that crowd that really surprised me anymore.
At least, when I went back to school the next day, I was holding my head up a lot higher. Funny how the guys can just look at you and know that you got laid the night before.
All of the guys were chasing after me and saying that I had to tell them who the chick was, and how many times we did it. They asked me a whole lot of shit like that, but I wasn't answering any one of them.
And that really got to them. They figured that I must have had something really dynamite for my refusing to tell them anything about it. No matter what they said all I did was smile and shrug my shoulders. I never was very popular around school anyway, but from that day on, I certainly got to be.
That one night would have been enough for me, because I changed a lot from just that one time. Even my parents stopped getting to me as much as they used to before. Emma really made me feel like a man, and no matter what they said to me, even stuff that used to bug me a lot, just rolled off my back.
I even got to liking school a lot better, and now when the guys sat around telling dirty jokes, I listened. Sometimes I even had a couple of my own. I never did tell what happened that night, but at least I was able to talk about fucking in general.
They could tell that I knew what I was talking about, and after awhile, it seemed to be enough for them. But then a week went by, and I heard all the guys talking about the big plans they were making for the weekend.
All of the guys were talking about where they were going to take their girls to be alone so they could make it. And then they asked me what my plans were. I wanted to say something, so that I could be in with the bunch. So I just told them I didn't have those problems, because my chick had a place of her own.
Man, you should have seen their faces when I told them that. My standing in that school must have gone up two whole notches with that one. Of course, I was faking it, but by the time Friday night rolled around, I had said it so many times that I got to believing it myself.
The truth is that I hadn't seen Emma all week, and whenever she called, my mother was home, so I didn't even get a chance to talk to her on the telephone. I really didn't know what was going to happen between her and me. About all I had to go on was her constant horniness, and that she knew I was in that house all the time. If she wanted some more of my young prick, as she called it, all she had to do was come and get it.
It sounded so easy when I told that to myself over and over. But it wasn't so easy to live with once I got home on Friday night. I knew that by the time I was finished dinner with my mother, they would be finishing dinner with their girlfriends, and talking about which motel they were going to use for the night.
Just then, I couldn't face another weekend with my mother. At least she was starting to go out on dates a little more than she used to. So if I wasn't going out, at least I didn't have to stare at her face for the whole night. When I saw her go up to her room, and start running a bubble bath, I knew that at least I was hitting it lucky in a small way for the night.
She wished me a goodnight, and then she left. I don't know why, but all of a sudden the house seemed very big and empty. I turned lights on all over the place, just to keep me company. Then I fixed a couple of sandwiches and sat down to watch the rock concert on TV.
I figured that was better than nothing. Because at least it was loud enough to drown out my thinking about what the guys were doing with their girls by that time. But then, this great big black broad comes on to do a number. She is wearing one of those very sexy outfits, and throwing it around pretty good, when she started dancing.
Maybe it was frustration more than anything, but I just had to whip my prick out right there in the living room, and start beating my meat while she was still doing her number. At least that was good enough to stop me from thinking for a little while, so I didn't hear the tapping on the living room window the first time, or the doorbell after that.
But then it started ringing like crazy. I was just ready to finish myself off, so I wasn't in any great hurry to answer the door, but then I heard a voice that I knew.
"Don't do it. Open the door first."
"Is that you, Emma?"
"Yeah. Save that for me."
I started to laugh my head off like a real idiot. Because she had come over in the nick of time, just like the cavalry. I was so happy that it was her at the door, that I didn't even bother to put my prick back in my pants. When I opened the door for her, she reached down and closed her fist over my prick. Then she shook it up and down a couple of times, and said, "Hi." Not to me. To my prick!
That night she taught me more stuff, like her sucking my prick, and then me going down on her and eating her out. She also showed me a couple of new positions, and we were starting to talk about me giving it to her up the ass, when she took a look at the clock and decided it was a good time for her to get out of the house.
Emma missed my mother by about ten minutes. But that was enough time for me to straighten up the living room, and get upstairs to my own room. Then, when I realized what had happened, I made a fist and hit it against the door. Because I had let her run out again, before I had a chance to get another definite time and place that we could meet.
And this time, it was my own damn fault, because I had all night to ask her, and I forgot. So now I was going to be stuck with another week, or maybe more of hanging out and wondering when she would get around to me.
About two days later there was a whole lot of commotion going on in the house when I got home. I turned out that Emma was a pretty busy lady, and was making it with another young guy, only he was about ten years older than I was. And she decided to make her divorce final, and moved the guy into the house with her and her daughter.
That really bugged me to hell, but I couldn't very well say anything in front of my mother, and the whole crowd. So I figured it would be better if I went outside and worked off a little steam in the pool.
I guess I didn't realize how mad I was, because I didn't watch what I was doing on the diving board, and I made a bad jump. They had to pull me out of the pool and straight to the hospital. I had a broken arm. I haven't seen Emma and I'm stuck with nobody and confused as hell!
CONCLUSION
The boy Jeffrey was so happy to be feeling that he was sought after by a mature woman, that he failed to realize there was a good possibility of being used and abused.
An intimate relationship with Emma was, at best, unrealistic. Jeffrey failed to see this point because he was so anxious to see himself as a worldly lover. Therapy did help him to be a bit more realistic, and for a time he was depressed by what he learned to see.
But his new understanding helped him to start looking for relationships with girls a little closer to his own age.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
Subject: Monica P. Age: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Monica had to be forcibly separated from her life-long friend and school roommate after they had become embroiled in a battle. The floor supervisor made it a practice not to interfere in fights such as theirs, unless it began to look dangerous.
And so, when Monica broke a water glass, and went after Maryanne's throat with a jagged piece of it, she decided that it would be best for her to intervene. After speaking to both girls separately, she advised Monica's parents that the girl might well do with some therapy.
I guess you could say that Maryanne and I have been friends ever since before we were born. Our mothers were both best friends, and they met at the same school that we're going to now.
Our mothers did just about everything together, all through school, and when they graduated, they got engaged and married at just about the same time. Don't ask me how they managed to get pregnant together, but Maryanne and I were born only a few weeks apart.
So I guess you could say that we're more like sisters than anything else. Only now I wish I had never known her. And if I couldn't do that, then I wish they had let me slit her throat the way I wanted to.
When this whole mess started, though, we were still best friends. Then one night she was playing with herself in her bed, and she asked me if I wanted to come in here and play with her. So I did, just like I usually do, and we played around with each other like we usually do.
Only this time, Maryanne had a new secret to tell me. She said that it was time we started fooling around with boys because a lot of the other girls in our grade were doing it, and they said it was a lot of fun.
But I didn't really much like that idea, because I knew that I would have to share her with a boy. I don't think I'm dykey like some of the girls are. I just didn't want to share Maryanne with anyone. At least not right away. I just thought we had plenty of time for that when we were a little older.
I told her how I felt about it, but she kept right on talking. And when Maryanne has her finger in my cunt, it's very hard to say no to her about anything. So I wound up saying yes, and she told me how she worked out a deal where she and I were going into town with a few of the other girls who were old enough to be our chaperones.
She said that they were in on he deal, and they even arranged a date for us. It was supposed to be a perfect set up. Maryanne told me that she didn't even know who the boy was, but Vanessa set it up for us, and she was eighteen, so she was supposed to know what she was doing.
So we went into town with them, and they dropped us off in front of this apartment house. They gave us the apartment number. They were supposed to be back to pick us up there at eleven o'clock, so we would be back in plenty of time for late curfew.
I couldn't understand why they were being so nice to us, but Maryanne said that we were helping them out by giving them an excuse for being in that part of town at night.
On the way up in the elevator, I was wondering what the boy did with his parents for the night, and which one of us would wind up with the friend. We weren't told anything about either boy.
So I ring the doorbell, and this man comes to the door. He wasn't a very old man, but he certainly wasn't a boy that was young enough to be going out with either one of us. We asked him where the boys were, and he told us that he was it.
He wasn't any boy, and there weren't even two of them. Just him. His name was Barry, and he said that he was twenty-one, but I thought that he was maybe twenty-five.
Then he came right out and said that he made it with Vanessa, and she was all right, but he liked fresh meat. He said that he had a big thing for virgins, and he had to go pretty young, like we were before he could find any. Then he told us that he was sure we would all have a very good time.
But I had to be the one to tell him that Maryanne and I weren't exactly virgins. I mean, we never went to bed with boys before. But we did a lot of stuff with each other, and sometimes there was blood. So we were pretty sure that we didn't have much cherry left.
Barry said that was okay, because at least we were never with any othei guys before, and maybe we had saved him some trouble in breaking our cherries. I was pretty nervous, but Maryanne was very happy with the whole thing because we wouldn't have to choose partners.
And then he gave us some beer to drink, and I started to feel better, because I was going to be in the same bed with the two of them, and it wasn't going to be like letting her go off with some guy.
He was a very good-looking guy, and we dug the idea of making it with him instead of a boy, because all of the other girls made it with little boys, and making it with Barry would make us special when we got back to tell them all about it.
All the time we were sitting around and talking, he kept watching the two of us. It was like he wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure how it would go over. Finally, Maryanne and I both picked up on it, and we said he could say whatever he wanted.
"You two make it together, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Did Vanessa tell you?"
"Oh, it's okay. From what she says, most of you girls at the school fool around with each other. I don't think it's so bad. But I never had two together at the same time, and I admit I'm kind of curious."
"About what?"
"Well, what kinds of things two girls can do together."
"Lots of stuff."
"I know it sounds like a pretty simple question to you, but take it from a guy. I'm curious."
"You want us to tell you about some' of the things?"
"I've got a better idea than that. Why don't you two get undressed and then you can show me."
Maryanne didn't want to bother with that stuff. She said she came all the way into town to be fucked, and that was what she wanted. If she wanted to make it with me, then we could have stayed back at the school.
Then Barry asked me if I wanted to, and I said yes. But I didn't tell him why. I was happy for the chance to show him how much fun Maryanne and I could have together, and maybe we didn't need him after all.
So now I was the one to talk her into something, and I said we should do what he wanted us to, and then he would maybe get down to fucking her like she wanted him to. When I started to get out of my clothes, she figured that I was getting hot for prick like she was, and she started getting undressed too.
Barry didn't even get out of all his clothes, but he unzipped his pants and pulled them down a little.
Out pops this big thing, and I, that never saw one before, could tell that it was pretty hard. We were both pretty curious about his prick, and we wanted to touch it, but he said we would have to wait until we put on a little show for him, and then we could play with it all we wanted to.
That did it for Maryanne. She grabbed me right down on the floor, and we started to make out pretty hot and heavy. It was just like always for me, except that there was a guy watching us. I thought that maybe he would make me a little nervous, but he didn't. He really made the whole thing very exciting.
So we started kissing and playing with each other, but he said that what we were doing wasn't good enough to get his prick for later. We had to do some stuff that was a lot more exciting if we wanted his hard-on.
Maryanne whispers in my ear and I shake my head yes. Because what she said to me was the thing that I love the most to do with her. We started moving around on the floor, and pretty soon, we're doing sixty-nine.
Barry's voice started to sound very excited, and his hand was going like crazy all along his prick. After that, I stopped watching him for a little while, because I had my eyes closed, and I was very busy eating inside Maryanne's hole. But he let us know what he was doing, because he was moaning and groaning like crazy.
I came once like that, and so did Maryanne, but Barry was still playing with himself and he wanted us to do some more. So we started fingering each other again, but we did it this time with our bodies turned toward him so he could see the inside of our cunts and just the way we were doing it. Neither of us minded that very much.
Because the way we were now, we could see what he was doing, too. And he was doing himself a lot. But he would stop every few minutes, and I was curious about that. So he told me that if he didn't keep stopping like that, he would shoot his load. And he didn't want to do that because he was saving if for one of us.
"How about now?"
"It's okay with me."
"Only remember, that you promised to take us on at the same time."
"I will, but you'll have to toss a coin for who gets my prick and who gets my mouth."
He was making it sound like a real fun game, so we let him fish a coin out of his pocket, and then we picked heads and tails. I won, but I saw how disappointed Maryanne was, so I let her have his prick.
She and I didn't know how he was supposed to work it out. But he did. He lay down on his back, and then he told me to come and sit on his face. As soon as I was settled down, Maryanne was to hop on his prick and start fucking herself with it.
It was to be a lot of fun, but I didn't mind getting his mouth. Getting eaten was something I had lots of times before, and I knew for sure I was going to like it.
I wasn't sure if I was going to like getting fucked, but since Maryanne had been carrying on so much all week about getting it, I was glad that she finally was. Then maybe she would shut up about it, and we could go back to being the way we were before.
INTERVIEW TWO
She jumped on his prick, and settled right down on it like she was the happiest girl in the world. I heard her grunt a little bit, and I guessed she had to be hurting some. You'd think that would have stopped her from trying to get any more of his prick into her, but it didn't.
Maryanne just kept on grunting and pushing herself a little more down each time. And then I heard her ass slap down on top of his thighs, and I knew that she had gotten it all into herself.
I asked her if everything was okay, and maybe she wanted to change positions, but she said that she was very happy with the end that I had given her. Barry had to work a little bit, first with his tongue, and then with his prick.
But pretty soon he got it all together, and he was working his tongue into me and his prick into her at the same time. Once it stopped hurting, Maryanne was pretty happy with the way things were going. She was laughing all the time, and she kept yelling up front about how great it was from back there.
She was jumping up and down on his prick like crazy, and then she stopped talking so much and started grunting a lot more. Barry and I both knew what was happening to her. And even if I wasn't the one that was making her feel like that, I wanted to share it with her. So I asked Barry to move his tongue a little faster, and I started wiggling my cunt around it.
I kept looking over my shoulder to see how Maryanne was doing, and I could see that she was pretty far ahead of me. So I started moving my cunt around faster. Barry was pretty far gone himself, and pretty soon we were all moving like crazy.
We all came, one after the other down in a row, but Maryanne was the noisiest one. I guess that was because she could feel his prick going crazy inside of her, while she was coming.
She looked so happy when she got off him that I decided I might like to give it a try after all. Barry said that he needed a couple of minutes to recharge his batteries and it was okay with him whatever way we worked it out.
I grabbed Maryanne on the side, and I told her that she was right about everything she said the other night. Then I thanked her for coming up with the idea, and I told her that he was pretty good with his tongue. I was sure she wouldn't mind giving it a try.
Her face got all red and angry. Then she started to yell at me. Stuff like I had my chance, and I didn't want to take it. So where did I get off wanting his prick now.
Maryanne wasn't fooling me. I knew her very well. She was saying that she really dug Barry's prick, and she didn't want to give it up. Not even for me. I saw a new kind of look on her face, that I never saw before, and it scared me.
But I told myself that it was just because a prick was something new to her, and maybe when the session was over, and we were back at school, she would settle down again, and everything would be the way it was before with us.
But I really wanted to try his prick for myself. I started to think about how I was always the one that gave in to her. And then I wanted this to be the one time that I was going to get my way.
So I started to yell and scream right back at her. But then Barry stepped in and said that there was plenty of him to go around for both of us, and there was nothing for us to fight about.
That's how I wound up with getting the one try at his prick. Barry was the one that finally settled the argument for us. He said that I was entitled to a turn, and just because Maryanne was so mean to me, she had to sit in a chair and play with herself while I got to go a round with Barry all by myself.
I know that Maryanne had a good time the way she did it with Barry. But I had an even better time, because I had him all to myself. And she had to sit in her chair and watching Barry sucking on my tits, while he fucked me like crazy, made her madder than ever.
Before it was even halfway over, I could see why she had such a fight with me to hang onto his prick. It did feel pretty good to be fucked. I was starting to think that it was even better than making it with her. And when I really started to go crazy from what he was doing to me, I looked over to where she was sitting because I wanted to say something nasty to her.
But then I saw how sad she looked, while she was watching me have a good time, and all she had was her own finger to keep her busy for a little while. I started to love her all over again. I promised myself that as soon as Barry and I were finished with our great fuck I would go right over to her and make her happy again.
She wasn't taking it all that bad, though. I could tell that she was getting something out of watching us. Because the next time I looked at her, she was fingering herself a lot faster. Her eyes were all bright and glittery.
I guess it must have been a really great kick for her to watch Barry fucking me. Maryanne and I look pretty much alike too, and lots of times people take us for real sisters, so maybe it was like she was sitting there, and watching herself get fucked.
She did have this very freaky look on her face, and she was fingering herself real fast. We all shot another load. And then Maryanne pushed him right off me, and then she lay down with him again.
I started hitting her because I was mad at her, and I was very hurt. And I was mad at Barry.
That's when I broke the glass and went after her throat. She was still laughing when I got to cutting her, and then they dragged me away. I wouldn't tell anybody why I wanted to cut her, so I guess they thought I was crazy. What do you think, please.
CONCLUSION
Monica certainly had a lot of problems that she was trying to face up to all at the same time. But she was definitely not crazy. At a time when girls are still very much children, and would like to continue living in Disneyland if they could for a little while longer, Monica was forced to face growing up, bi-sexuality and a treacherous best friend, all at the same time.
She exhibited the fact that she was beginning to see Maryanne for the selfish girl that she really was. But what she still had to be shown was that both girls were not really lesbians at all, but were clinging to each other, just as they still clung to other bits of their childhood.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
It would seem that private schools teach children a great deal more than what is written in the books. In some instances, the very things wealthy parents seek to shelter their children from is just waiting for them when they enter private schools.
And we can also see that there is no class distinction when it comes to emotional problems and sexual experimentation. The children of wealthy parents get into just as much trouble as the children of the poor. There would even seem to be a greater incidence of homosexuality and promiscuity in general to be found under private school conditions.
But in every case, there was one central theme that was prominent with every child. They all displayed an intense need for more affection than they were getting from their own families. And they all showed resentment for not having any adult understanding, even if this resentment appeared to be only a faint one in some instances.
All of them improved with therapy, but only the ones that had more significant parental guidance showed very significant improvement. It could very well be that, that they were all looking for in the first place, but didn't know it themselves.
