"Fucking, Doctor. I'm talking about fucking. I don't see what's so hard to understand about that. You sit there looking at me like your my God damn mother and like you don't understand. It seems pretty obvious to me. I like fucking. I like sucking. I like holding onto a man. I like everything that has anything to do with a man --
"No, wait a second. I take that back. I like anything that has to do with sex. It doesn't have to be a man at all. Little boys? I like little boys. Little girls, too. What a bitch! I get fucking married when I'm fifteen years old and just because I like fucking I end up here on a shrink's couch. There's nothing wrong with me, Dr. Harper. It's the whole fucked up world around me.
"Can I help it if Jack thought I was a virgin? So big deal. I wasn't a fucking God damn virgin. It really makes me mad, you know? I mean what business is it of his if I go and get a little hot with his brother? It's not like I divorced him or anything. And he'd have never known about it if his God damn mother hadn't been so nosey. I mean really! After all, a girl's got to have a little privacy, doesn't she?
"Maybe that was the whole problem. Privacy, I mean. If we'd had a little more room to move in, maybe then I'd have been able to suck and fuck as much as I wanted and Jack would never have known. I'll never forget the first time I fooled around on him. He was busy at work, right. Busy, busy, busy. So there I am, sitting around doing nothing. How many times a day can a girl shave her legs, Doctor? I mean, fuck! It was as much his fault for leaving me home alone as it was mine for asking the dude into the house. So what if he was the mailman. I liked him.
"And maybe Hank -- that's the mailman's name -- maybe he liked me, too. I mean the way he came on was kind of nice, too. He said he had a daughter my age, that everytime he saw me he was reminded of his little girl. I was just standing there in the door with my robe wrapped around me and I felt little chills. Just because he told me about his daughter. I mean, it seemed nice and all. Why shouldn't I have asked him in?
"Sure, we both knew where it would go. And that was o.k. I liked the way he took his time, too, you know? He didn't go pawing me right off. Not like the first time with Jack. Jack just slapped his cock on my thigh and said I should spread my legs. I mean he felt me up and all, and he fingerfucked me, but that wasn't how Hank did it. No sireee!
"Hank took me off to the bedroom, you know. First he slid his hands under the robe. He felt up my breasts. He said he liked them because they were nice and smooth. He has strong hands and the way he played with my titties, especially the way he rubbed the nipples, that made me feel good. Oh, my, I get goose bumps just thinking about it right now. Do you see, Doctor, how my nipples are standing up and pointing? You can see it even under my blouse.
"Anyhow, Hank took his time. He rubbed my mammaries and had me take off my robe. Then he took off his official uniform. He had a big tumescence in his underwear. I helped him get his underwear off. It's so nice the first time to see a man's big hot hog. I just can't tell you.
"Anyhow, I worked on the thing. You know what I mean? I'll tell you. I rubbed it with my fingers. I liked the feel of it in my hands. Let's face it: I like the feel of flesh, any kind of flesh, but to hold onto that big penis of his -- well, that was something special.
"Especially the head of it. The head of that meat was extraordinary. It was big and fat and hot pink. I mean really pink, like a good piece of rare meat. I couldn't help but want to get it in my mouth. And he liked it when I did. When I sucked him, I mean. I used my tongue -- Did I tell you, Doctor, that even before I married Jack I loved to give head? That I give really good header? I like to do that. Hank knew it right away. I just went up and down that meaty shaft with my tongue. I licked it up and down. I couldn't have stopped if there was an earthquake.
"Hank asked me to take off my ring when he saw it. He didn't like to get head from a married girl, even if I was only fifteen. He said that young married women, if they're going to fool around, should take off their wedding rings. So I took it off. Big deal. Could I care? I had everything I wanted -- that big hot cock of his sticking me in the face. What more could a girl ask for?
"After I took off the ring he grabbed me around the, back of my neck. He said that when a girl had soft blond hair like I do, and big titties like mine, he liked to hold on tight, liked to hold on to her neck and press her into his crotch. I liked to hear him talk dirty like that, and I liked the idea of getting that hog of his all the way inside my face. You couldn't ask for more in the way of openers.
"So anyhow, he took me around the back of the neck and I was kneeling between his legs. I went zinging up and down his prick. Boy oh boy was it good to get some hot fuck-stick in my face.
"I hope it doesn't bother you when I talk like that? I mean, I like to tell it like it is. Some people get upset when they hear a girl, a woman talk dirty. But I like it. It's kind of really the way it is.
"Anyhow, I went slipping my tongue up and down along his fabulous rod. It was different than Jack's. Maybe that's one reason I like Hank so much. Because his banana flesh is different. It's not as big as Jack's but it's curved different. I don't know -- I just liked sucking on it.
"After he was wet and slippery and all r stood up and he kissed me. Imagine that? Even after I was sucking on his joint he kissed me. Jack never did that. Anyhow, he took me in his arms. He has strong arms for an older man. He embraced and kissed me. Then he stretched me out on the bed. He made me spread my legs so he could get a good look at my littly pussy. He went down there nibbling and playing around, pretending he was a little dog sniffing my twat to see if it was ripe or something. He used his hands, too, and I liked that especially. It's not like with some guys when they start you all hot and everything and just when you think it's gonna be a long hot fuck it turns into a quick little screw.
"No siree, with Hank it was bitchin'. He took his time. He sniffed around and then he started licking. He wasn't afraid to suck on my clit. I may be a teenager, Doctor, but when somebody gets hold of my clit, well, it just drives me fucking wild. I mean really wild! I was even worried that Hank wouldn't like it. I mean the first time and all. But I just let myself go anyhow. I started hopping up and down with my hips, kind of grinding my pussy into his mouth, making his tongue into a prick, sort of. He was rubbing up and down, licking and sucking on my clitoris, and believe you me it was the best eat out I'd had in a long time. I was gushing like a broken fire hydrant when he finished.
"Then he started kissing my stomach. I have a nice trim belly and my hips aren't fat, not like with older girls. No sireee, I have a nice body and I don't mind saying so. I spread out wide for him, too, so he could get a good feel of everything that was there for him. He used his hands at the same time as he used his mouth. He sucked off my nipples, and he played with my breasts like a baby. Finally, he kissed me on the lips.
"I had to reach down to get him going in the right direction, but that wasn't so bad, you know. I just took hold of the head of his penis and pushed it right up to where I wanted it, right up against my clit. He was laying on top of me so it wasn't all so easy to do, but when I got him at the right angle it was all worth it. I pushed the head of his boner -- what a boner! -- up against my little clit. Did I start twitching? You know I did! Like a damn little snake. I just went wild. There was so much juice, and so much hot hog meat -- who wouldn't goy wild!?! It drove me crazy!
"Hank, well, he started pushing his hips up and down. You know how it is, Doctor. He started rolling his pelvis and making that joint tip go pressing against my cunt tube and my clit? Boy oh boy was that bitchin'! He put it all the way in, and I wanted it that way, you know? I wanted that big hamburger meat all the way inside my twat. He got it in there, got it all the way down inside, and maybe because he's older or something, he stopped for a second. But the real reason he stopped -- this is what I think -- is because he wanted to feel my pussy muscles. You know, he wanted to feel me squeezing off in there.
"I was secreting a lot of juice by then. My little tube was so hot and greasy, well, I didn't know what to do. I just had to reach out and grab his buns. I grabbed on and for the first time in a while I used my finger. I took it and went looking for his little brown hole, you know, and I found it and as soon as I pumped a little -- first I wet my finger in my mouth -- as soon as I went screwing around in his asshole, well, he went wild.
"He started grinding and humping and slamming his joint in and out of me. It was really bitchin', Doctor. Much better than shaving my legs again. He really got it all the way down inside. I could feel that big mushroom head of his inside me, and I had my finger a little bit inside his ass hole. Then he did the same thing with me, you know. He reached around and started playing with my buns. I have a good little moon, I think. Maybe sometime I'll show you my moon, Doctor, just so you can see for yourself, eh? Anyhow, Hank started fingering my buttocks, playing with my little narrow crack. And all the time he was doing that I was pumping up and down. He had a slippery finger for me, and before I knew it he had that finger of his all the way up my ass hole.
"Drive me wild? You aren't kidding it drove me wild! I went crazy. I didn't know what hit me. I had his penis in my twat tube anti that finger of his up my ass hole. What more could a girl ask for?
"I'll tell you what more! He turned me right on over. I don't know how he did it, but all of a sudden I was on my belly. He must have pulled his slippery hog meat out of my twat and twisted my hips or something. He's strong enough to do something like that. Anyhow, he flipped me over and before I knew it he was wetting down my anus. Do you believe it? Just like that. He had it wet and slippery and he stuffed it first with a finger.
"Now I have a tight little ass hole, Doctor, and there's no way in the world that I would have imagined getting something so nice and big and fat like Hank's hog in there. But do you know what he did? What he used all that lubricant on his cock for? Yessiree! He went zinging that prick head of his all the way into my little ass hole tube. Into my sphincter. Down in. Really hard.
"At first I thought I was gonna die. You know, just pass out and go wild with the pain. But then I started feeling it, the way it felt nice and fat in my little hole. It's funny. I like a penis in my anus. I been knocked around, so I don't always like to do strange stuff. You know, like eating a bunghole or something? But I do like the feel of a penis in there now. I mean, Hank showed me that. It was really nice. He went all the way down inside there and shoved his cock up and down. I thought at first I was gonna break wide open, but then I realized how nice it felt, when he was all the way in, I mean. That's when it was nice, you know what I mean?
"Later on he took his prick out of there. He still hadn't cum yet. You know that? He didn't put his jism in my ass hole. He waited. He must be one strong man, you know that? He still waits. Always waits until I'm ready to see stars myself. I love having an orgasm. Orgasm makes me live and die.
"Anyhow, he took his prick out of my butt cavity. He went to the bathroom and washed it. Then he came back. He brought some of the juice that Jack and I usually use. He spread it out on his prick and stuffed my cunt with his greasy hog. That was the best feel I'd had in about twenty-four hours. His penis went sliding on in there. I felt like I was in ecstasy. Do you know what I mean?'
"My tittles went upright. My breasts got bigger than they are naturally. My nipples got all red and hot, and my legs were sweating. My nice smooth thighs were all slippery and damp. I could feel his hips wobbling between my loins. He has nice big hips and I love the feel of him pressing into me like that.
"Once I got his hog in there that second time, I wasn't about to let go of it. I started clamping my muscles around his joint, really hard, you know? I. really wanted to make him cum inside me then. I wanted to feel all that hot baby fluid filling me up, making me hotter than ever. I just had to have it, that's all. You know what I mean?
"It was bitchin'. I started pulling on it with my tube. I just contracted really hard around his thick muscle. He started throbbing and a minute or two later we were both grunting and moaning about how we loved each other. Of course, that stopped a minute or two later when we weren't so lovey-dovey, but it was nice while it lasted. Now I fuck him whenever he wants it when he delivers the mail. That's one reason I don't like being here in the asylum, Doctor, because then I don't get to fuck Hank.
"Actually, there's a bunch of guys I don't get to fuck. Like Jack. I really do miss my husband, you know that? I miss his hot fuck-rod. He has such a nice penis? I love it. If we hadn't got married so young, well, maybe things would have worked out for us.
"Did I tell you about Jack's brother? About Lewis? 'Lee' we used to call him. He was a super fuck. Not just a fuck -- a fuck and a half! He used to come over and drink with Jack and me. Oh, God, did we get plastered one night. Jack passed out.
"Well, I don't have to tell you how horny I get when I drink. Everything just goes falling on out, hanging out like laundry. I had one tit out of my dress after the first drink, and Jack wasn't bothered by that at all. He came over and kissed my titty. Too bad he passed out.
"Anyhow, he did. And Lee was really nice to me. He came over and sat next to me and straightened my dress so my drunken titty wouldn't be flopping all over the place and all, and maybe he did that so he could get a little feel for himself. Anyhow, I told him he was an idiot if he thought I was just gonna sit there drunk and horny and not fuck. You know what I mean? Hell, what was I supposed to do?
"I'm young, Doctor Harper. I love fucking. I love sex. I was drunk and I needed it. It only took Lee a minute to get hard. I went putting my hands down in his pants and asking him if he liked me. He said he did and that he also liked his brother, that he didn't want to do anything that would bother Jack. I told him not to worry and kept playing with his penis in his pants.
"Then he stood up and took me by the hand. We had to climb up over Jack's body, to step over him. He was just o.d.'ed on the livingroom floor. And we went to the bedroom. You never saw a teenager strip so fast in your life, Doctor. I took off all my clothes in a jiffy. It was bitchin'. Lee undressed too. You know what he said? He said I had the biggest titties he'd ever seen on a little girl. 'A little girl' he called me! Can you imagine that?
"Well, I just smiled and pretended that I wasn't a little girl. I swung my titties around. You know how the strippers do it? I did it that way, like a barmaid in a topless bar. I started humping my hips in a circle too. He liked to watch that. Lee just sat there, on the edge of the bed with a big smile on his face. He watched me moving around like a flesh snake. I loved doing that.
"Then I came over and sat down next to him on the bed. I put my hand in his crotch. His penis is just like Jack's. You could . hardly tell the difference. They're brothers, after all, so I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. I reached down there and 'squeezed that big flesh muscle of his. He smiled and blushed, or maybe it was the booze, but anyhow, his face was all red and he was breathing pretty hard.
"He pushed me down onto the bed and started stroking my twat. I like that, you know, when a man strokes my twat. Especially when he gets the clit meat going. That's the best part. He was rubbing my clitoris and making it hard and all. He had a way with his finger, a way of getting my cunt going really hot and juicy. I could feel that finger of his going in and out. It made a nice wet smacking sound. I just laid there with my eyes closed enjoying every shot he took in my pussy.
"After a while he started using two fingers in my pussy. It was a little too much and when I told him that he took out the extra linger. Then he started using a finger on my ass hole and one in my cunt, at the same time. It was bitchin'. I rocked up and down on those two fingers. I moved my cunt on his right finger and my ass hole on his left. I squeezed off around both of those digits of his. Lee really knew what he was doing. That was all while he was sitting up next to me on the bed.
"After a little while of that ass hole finger fucking and that cunt finger fucking he climbed on top of me. I think I have a really good body, you know? So does Lee. He's really strong and I liked the feel of his body in my arms. It made me feel sort of loved and all. And I figured it was all in the family anyhow. So he started pumping his cock in and out of me. What? I must have still been fifteen then. I was married to Jack for about three months, then. I loved fucking so much I couldn't have stopped that night or any of the other times if I'd wanted to. I just loved it.
"Lee wasn't the best fuck I ever had though. He was super, alright, but after he was done my twat was still a little itchy. You know how that is? Sometimes you get laid and it's perfect. All you want to do is go to sleep afterwards. Well, this was different. I wanted to do it again and again. I wanted to keep cuming all over the place. It seemed to me like a bitchin' idea. I started up by licking off his penis, getting him ready for the second fuck. He's got a nice mushroom head so I didn't mind swallowing down all of that excess juice and all. And while I sucked on his meaty boner, you know what he did? He took his finger and started rubbing it in my anus again. I really loved that. I loved the way he went feeling up my ass hole while I sucked on the head of his rod. It made me hot and cold all over. I had a cock in my mouth and a finger up my anus. It's just something I'll never forget, the way it felt that time.
"I've done it like that a lot since, but it's never the same the second time. The first time for a finger in the bunghole is the best. And as for the cock in the mouth, well, that's always nice, I suppose. Just the feel of Lee's mushroom head rubbing up and down in my face -- it was delicious!
"Lee wasn't the only one who had a big cock for me. After he finished fucking me that night, and Jack didn't find out for a long time, we used to fuck a lot of times. We used to meet secretly and all. After all, I was a so-called housewife and all. What could I do? I had to be secret and all. My husband would have thought I was a nut if I went and told him I wanted to be fucking his brother or the mailman or something.
"Anyhow, I fucked with Lee lots of times, and then I met one of Lee's friends, a sort of adopted kid brother. He belonged to one of these 'help a needy child' plans, see? So one day I went to meet with Lee and he wasn't home, but the kid, Andy, was there. He's sort of a stocky little kid, with dark eyes and dark hair. And he doesn't have any family at all. He never met his parents or his brothers or sisters or anybody. Maybe I felt sorry for him.
"We were sitting around waiting for Lee to come back and Andy came over and sat next to me. You know how little kids can be. He sat down and said that he liked to look at my legs, that there weren't many pretty girls at the adoption home. So I told him that if he wanted to he could touch my leg. He really got a kick out of it, so I figured I'd just give him a little more of a thrill, just something to dream about maybe. I pulled up my skirt a little arid showed him my thigh. Like this. See?
"I showed him how nice my legs were and I took his hand. I showed him how to use his fingers to rub my legs. He took a little squeeze. I watched him blush when I put his finger near my cunt hole. I didn't wear any panties that day because I knew it was going to be a quickie with Lee. Boy oh boy was it bitchin' to have that twelve year old kid feeling up my cunt lips. I don't think he'd ever even kissed a girl, let alone mess around with a married teenager.
"I showed him how to finger my clitoris. I just pulled my skirt up and pointed to the clit button. It wasn't hard to see. I was hot and juicy. He took his finger and played with it like it was the command button on a space ship or something. He started fingering it around, twisting in up a little. I leaned forward so I could see his crotch. I wanted to see if he was getting a boner, you know. Just curious and all. I figured I'd just tease him a little and that would be that.
"Wouldn't you know it? No sooner had I leaned forward than he put his other hand down my chest. He felt up my titties while he was playing with my cunt. What a wonderful thrill it was to have a child playing with me. I don't know how I'd never got around to it before. There were plenty of little boys I could have been playing with all along, you know?
"Anyhow, I took off my blouse and let him get all the breast meat he wanted. After all, he's such a cute little guy and all. I don't know what heppened next, except I do know that I took off his pants for him, took off his belt and had him get undressed and stand in front of me. I played with his pecker.
"It was hard, alright, big and pink and hard as a stick. I used my fingers to pull it up and down. I pretended it was a gear shift handle and shifted him up and down. He got so sexy, so turned on that there was no way I could stop handling his meaty little prick. You know what I mean? I just had to get more of that cock than I thought I'd wanted.
"So I leaned down and gave Andy's spongy prick tip a big gooy kiss. He smiled and started breathing hard. Well,' you know I just had to get more of that fresh boner. So I wrapped my hands around his angel buns and pulled his groin up close to my face. I had as much of that kid's meat in my mouth as he had to give me. I did the Deep Swallow number on that little boy. I took his whole hog into my mouth. I used my lips to seal off that boner and make it as wet and slippery as could be. Then I started sucking. Sucking really hard, I mean. I had my hands on his little firm buns and my lips wrapped around his big thick joint head. And I was sucking him off. We were both getting really damn hot, him standing there with his legs spread and not knowing what the hell was happening, and me sitting on the sofa leaning over his young boner and giving him the time of his life. I felt like Joan of Arc, only I was Joan of Cock. Boy oh boy, was it bitchin' or what?! You know it was the best ever for both of us!
"Anyhow, I started getting so damned hot that I couldn't wait to get my cunt full up. I thought I'd wait until Lee got there so I could get a manly fuck, but I was more turned on by the idea of having this skinney little boy do it to me. So I told him to wait a second and I got up off the couch and spread out on the livingroom floor. I kept all my clothes ready, just in case we had to do a quick change act. You know, looking respectable and all?
"But I pulled up my skirt and showed Andy how to get in. He did it like a pro. He came climbing up on my mound, just pushing his prick slowly but surely, and presto-poppo -- he was inside of me! Jesus, did that little kid's boner feel good or what? I loved it! l had that entire hog of his inside my little tube.
"Come to think of it, he and I are closer to being the same age than Jack and I. How about that? I'm married -- or I used to be sort of married -- to one guy who thinks I'm nuts because I like to fuck everybody, and here I was fucking a little kid, twelve years old who's more like me than my husband. Amazing.
"But Andy knew how to fuck. No two ways about that. He just did, it naturally. He started grinding his pelvis, making it move up and down on my mound, making that hot little boner of his go in and out of my hole. I did my share, too, you know. I squeezed and rocked and played him up and down my body. He had a good time. I'm sure of it. You know what I mean? He came all over my insides. It was nice and slippery for both of us.
"When he climbed off I was hot as a burning coal. My barbeque pit cunt was ready for more steak meat. I needed to be skewered like a shiskabob. And that little kid, Andy? -- he could tell that I needed a good piercing. I don't know how he did it, because he'd only just fired a big wad of that hot oozing jism into my hole, but all of a sudden he stood up and said that he knew what I needed, that he was ready to go plungging it into me. So I said to him that he was right and that he better get it into me right away, before I went down, you know what I mean?
"Well, believe you me, it was one of the most bitchinest fucks I ever had. He planted me so good, Doctor Harper, Pit never forget that. It was one long point prick going all the way into the back of my canal. He just started jabbing it in and grabbing onto my titties to hold on. I have such big titties, and he had such little hands, it was like being rubbed and fucked by a baby. I loved it, especially the way his hot boner felt when I squeezed my cunt on it. Jesus, I'm getting hot right now just thinking about it. Look at my panties, Doctor. They're all wet and juicy just from talking about all this fucking. God am I hot. Can you smell the cunt ooze in here?
"Jesus, this office is small. Why don't you get some place bigger? I mean you're a Doctor and all. You could get a place where ... open the window or something. I'm so fucking hot. ...
"There were other people I fucked too, before they brought me here. There was a little girl once. Jack had left me home alone one night. To go out with the boys? And I called up a baby-sitter service and requested a girl who was young and pretty to take care of my baby. Now we know that I don't have a baby but the girl came over and I told her that I was the babysitter, that the woman who'd called had to leave, and added that the baby was asleep. I pointed to the closed door of my bedroom and she said she wanted to go look in there, but I said that it wouldn't be a good idea because the baby had just gone to sleep and all.
"Her name was Susie and she had pretty long legs and a nice tan. Maybe she was fourteen or something. I don't know. I just knout that I liked the idea of cheating on Jack by having sex with a girl, and I knew that if I played my cards right ... isn't that funny? Jack was out playing cards with the boys and I was home playing cards with the girl? with Susie?
"Anyhow, I had her sit down on the couch because I knew that the sofa was soft and deep and that her skirt would go riding up around her hips. And it did! Wow! She had such nice smooth thighs and loins. I' couldn't get over it. Maybe she saw me blush or something. But I knew right away that she was into it. She told me to come and sit down next to her and tell her about the people who lived in the house, about the people who'd called the baby sitting service.
"So I sit down next to her, but I couldn't keep my eyes off her thighs. They were so pretty, and she had cute little knees and all, and pert titties and she didn't wear a bra. Can you imagine how excited I was? Let me tell you! My heart was pounding so loud you could have heard it next door. So by accident when I was sitting next to her I rubbed her thigh with the back of my hand. She loved it. She took my hand and said that she knew I was the woman who'd called, that there was no baby, and then she took my fingers and put them in her pussy. She was wonderful!
"She had a nice little twat, just like mine, and plenty of nice wet soft pubic hair. I went in there and fingered her little gorge for a minute, and we were both blushing. Then I pulled her face toward me and kissed her on the lips. She had a nice long tongue that went zinging down inside my throat. I gave her all the kissing she could possibly want. I ate out her mouth like there was no tomorrow.
"Then I pushed her down on the couch and rubbed my leg up and down between her legs. It didn't take long to get her hot and steamy and all. I could smell the juice getting boiled in her flesh pot there, next to my thigh. I kept rubbing her that way, just the way Jack rubs me sometimes, and she got so hot she was breathing a mile a minute. She was turning red and sweating. She was such a nice little piece of ass. I don't know how to tell you.
"Once I knew she was hot enough -- and since I'd never done that before it was hard to say -- I started eating her out. She was moaning and yelling something like fuck me, oh, shit, fuck me, eat me, fuck me, make me cum. Well, you know me by now, Dr. Harper. Hearing this nubile little girl yelling and hollering and getting carried away like that just made me so fucking damn hot that I had to eat her out and make her happy like that. I just went right down inside her little canal and started rubbing my face in that greasy cunt slot of hers. Boy oh boy, was it delicious! Let me tell you it was as good and hot as any boner I ever sucked on. I loved it!
"Then I had her turn over on the couch. That was one of the nicest parts ever. I had the house to myself, Jack was away, and I had a nice little girl with trim little buns to suck on. I started eating out her asshole. Oh, boy, was it delicious, or what?! She had a little sphincter tube and plenty of tight muscle to go with it. I slipped my tongue in there and listened to her scream and cream. I had my finger, naturally, around the other side, inside her twat. I had her little clit button under my digit. So I could press her from both sides, both at once. I just jammed up and down, using my finger in her twat and my tongue in her ass hole. She went wild, bouncing tip and down and leaking all over the sofa. I could smell clit juice for days after that. I'll never forget how nice it was to lick her smooth little buns. They were so soft and so creamy, and, well, you can imagine what it was like to stick my finger up her tight ass hole muscle tube. It was long and narrow and ... oh, God just thinking about it makes me so fucking damn hot. It was everything I could do to get that little girl to go home before Jack got back. It wasn't that she was holding on. No sirree! She was just so pretty and busty and cute and all -- maybe I was in love with her. Is that possible, Doctor? Could I have been loving that little girl?
"I know you, you never say anything. But maybe you'll have something to say about what I'm going to tell you now. It's about the time I fucked my brains out with a trucker. I was on my way home from a dentist appointment. I hadn't fucked Jack in a week. We'd missed each other because he was going to work and I was sitting at home doing jack shit. It was disgusting. Anyhow, my little tube was hot and burning for a nice big piece of cock meat and there was no way that I could wait any longer. I mean after all, if he doesn't want to fuck me when I want it, then I have to get it someplace else.
"Anyhow, I was supposed to take a cab home, but I didn't want to. I didn't know why, except that my twat was hot and hungry. I felt so empty. I had an overcoat on and I used the fact that my hands weren't visible to anyone on the street to reach down and get inside my skirt while I was walking on the street. I was able to get myself a little feel right there in public. I was just walking down the street scratching my clit with my hand under my overcoat, getting nice and hot and juicy. If worse came to worse, I knew, I could go home and play with a dildo or something, so I didn't see any reason to wait any longer than I had. Besides, I like all kinds of sex, like I told you, and that includes masturbating.
"So I was walking down the street, and a guy in a jacket and a baseball cap sees me blushing a little because I was getting so fucking hot. He comes up and says that he smells something nice in the air today, and wondered if I smelled it. I tried faking it or something, just to try him out, and started away from him, like I was married and wasn't supposed to talk to strangers and all. He didn't buy it. He just grabbed me by the arm and said that he had something nice for me if I was interested. I said I wasn't a whore and he said the something nice wasn't money. I smiled and he took me with him back to his apartment around the corner.
"The place was laid out really swell. I mean it had cushions and carpeting and sofas and stereo gear. It was a really neat house or apartment to go to for a quick fuck, and it wasn't like what you think a truck driver's house would be. I went with him into the bedroom right off. God, I was horny. It just came on me so fast. Like I said, Jack had been fooling around or something, and he wasn't fucking me. So what could I do?
"Anyhow, he said he was really happy to have a teenager to fuck with. We undressed and he showed me his gorgeous penis. It was a big long stalk, with a big red cap on it. I like that spongy stuff, Doctor. A man could make me these days just by showing me that cap of his, you know what I mean? I just had to devour it!
"He wasn't even finished undressing when I went sliding my titties up against his knob. I just rolled it up and down between my breasts and he said that I was the hottest kid he ever met. He finished up undressing while I sucked him off. All the way off! He came in my mouth and I swallowed down every drop of that salty stuff. It was delicious. I mean I loved it. It makes me so fucking hot to get screwed in the face sometimes. I can't tell you.
"So my cunt hole was leaking like a. broken dam. My thighs were shivering I was so hot, and he spread out on the bed and I climbed up there with him, finished cleaning off his hog with my tongue. Then he got another erection, about a minute later, because I was tonguing. him just right, up and down that thick hot shaft of his, and when he said he wanted to fuck, you know I was ready for him.
"I spread out on my back, and he had me get up on my hands and knees with my titties hanging down. At first I thought he was going to stuff it into me from back there. Then I looked over and saw he was putting a lot of grease on his penis, so I knew he was going to put it in my asshole, which was fine with me. Fine? Hell! It was better than fine! It was gonna make me so fucking hot ... well, if I wanted to, I'd be so hot after that I could fuck Jack, too. What the hell?
"Anyhow, I shook my buns and showed him my ass hole and said that he should really do it hard and fast, and that he should hold onto my titties at the same time. That's the way I like it, you know. If you're gonna fuck me up the ass hole, well, you have to hold on tight, because I start bucking like a God damn wild bronco. But I love it, you know. I love getting a hot older man's penis up my teenage ass hole. I have a nice tight tube, like I told you, and that truck driver, after he fingered it a little bit, he started flying away in there. He just popped it right in and went all the way down into my shit channel. I could feel the head of my meat in the feces place, you know? Right there where the b.m. gets together?
"I love it. It was perfect. He stretched me wide open. But I still wasn't happy with just that. After all the screaming and the moaning and the groaning, even though he fingered my twat while he did it up my bunghole, I still wanted more of that drill muscle of his, and this time I wanted it in my cunt.
"I think. I'm a pretty nice girl that way, Doctor. I mean I give people what they want all the time, so I figure every now and then they should give me back what I want. And that's the way I felt about the trucker and his big hog. You know? I took him to his bathroom and washed his penis off. Then I sucked him wet and hard again, and finally, right there on the bathroom floor I got him to sock it right into my gushing hole. Oh, Jesus, did I get a nice climax that time. It was perfect. His cock was slopping in and out of me, and my cunt was working automatically. You know what I mean? It was just squeezing and rolling all on its own, taking a good grip on that muscle of his and making him into the hardest fuck in the world. I'll never forget that boner of his, the way it was tough like a nail. He just tacked me down so good, but you know what? I'm not sure it was him who was so good. You know what I'm talking about? I mean, I'm the hottest fuck I know about. I give a man what he wants. I like it that way, but I get what I want, too. And just then, laying there on the bathroom floor with my legs spread and with that big hard muscle of his jamming in me, well, I had everything I wanted. I could feel every inch of that boner inside my vagina, and the best part of all was getting to hold onto his big tough buns while he jackhammered that flesh prong in and out of my tube. Nothing could have been better. I left a puddle behind this big. Really. No lie. It was delicious. Everything was wet and hot and slippery afterwards. I just curled up into a ball and cried I was so happy.
"But I've fucked a lot of guys. You know what I mean. I don't care if they're black or white or yellow or green. I don't care if they're young boys or old, old men. I love penis meat, and I'm not afraid to admit it. I'm not like other girls. I know that, Dr. Harper. I mean, it's just not me to be timid or shy. Show me a good boner and I'll fuck it with my mouth or my armpit or whatever way they want it. I just love to touch a prick, to feel it in my fingers, or to have it with my tongue.
"Maybe I am sick, Dr. Harper. Maybe I shouldn't be allowed to stay with my husband Jack. Maybe we teenage brides get carried away. But I don't think so, really. I think it's fun to suck and fuck. Any hole, any time. That's what I like. Did I ever tell you about the time when I met these two boys? They were in some boy's club? They had such nice little pricks. How could I resist? It was bitchin'. I mean it was super. Let me tell you about that.
"But first, I wonder if you have some tissue. My cunt is leaking so much from telling these stories to you. Thanks, Doctor. Just let me wipe up my little lips here and, oh, it's so nice, I just want to feel myself a little before I tell you about those little boys and about what they did with my cunt ... May I have another piece of tissue. Thank you. There, now my lips are nice and juicy but not so messy. Where was I? Oh, yes, the two little boys. ..."
FILE NUMBER 64669 (courtesy of Dr. Nicholas Paindiris)
PATIENT: Marsha M.
AGE: 15
DIAGNOSIS: Arsonist behavior symptomized heavily repressed unsatisfied love needs; obsessional fetishistic behavior; masturbatory narcissism.
PROGNOSIS: Presently under treatment.
"Well, Dr. P? Where were we? You don't mind if I keep calling you Dr. P., do you? It reminds me of pee, and I ... well, ah, I see you're a little bored, so I guess I'll start where I left off last time. Let's see, I was telling you about Richmond Johnsen. Do you remember?
"I really think it's Richmond's fault that I got in trouble at all. I know that those boys say I start fires. But it's just not true. I only went with Richmond because of my husband in the first place. My husband! That's a laugh. Look at me. I'm only fifteen years old and I have a husband. It's sick. I have more fun with my dongo tool. Did I tell you I got a new one? I'm kind of ashamed to say about it. But it's the super-size, nine inches, with a remote control on it. I can get nearly all of it in my cunt hole.
"I sure am glad I started talking with you Dr. P. I remember when I first came here, and I was always afraid to say words like cunt and fuck and suck. Now I like 'em. You've done wonders for me. I mean I'd have never bought a dildo if I hadn't been seeing a psychiatrist. Just think: me, Marsha Moossa -- I mean Marsha Smither -- with my own tool to play in my twat with! It's shocking. A year ago, when I was fourteen, why, I'd have never done such a thing. I guess being married and fooling around makes a difference after all.
"And I was going to tell you about Richmond and the fire, right? How it all got started? Well, Larry -- my husband, Larry? -- he suggested that we should spend a little time apart. I know you can tell I'm pregnant now, but then, just after the marriage, no one knew. They thought Larry and I were gonna get married just because we loved each other. We loved screwing each other, maybe, but I don't know about the rest. Anyhow, my body was pretty and slender then. I had such pretty legs! They're still not bad now. I mean those people I was working for? on the game show? They wouldn't have let me work there if I wasn't pretty. You know that, don't you, Dr. P?
"Well, one day Larry said that I should get out a bit, that we were spending too much time together. I didn't know. I was younger then. Nearly six months. My cunt always itched. I always wanted something in it. I always felt a little empty. Maybe Larry was feeling the same way. So I went with Richmond.
"He likes to fish and go to the out-of-doors and all. He told me we were going there just for fun. Fun? He's such a heathen! I didn't know those out-of-doors types could be so beastly. We were laying down in front of a big roaring fire. He built it himself. I was all tucked away with my horny old twat when he said to me something like Oh, Marsha Moossa, I just love to look at you in that light, or something like that.
"My heart started beating so fast! I felt like one of the winners at the game show. I didn't know what to do when he stood up. Even by the light of the camp fire I could see he was naked. O, my, he was so naked! He had his whole cock out. All of it! He had such big nuts! Richmond makes mg afraid when I think of it now. Just to remember his big prick and the way he leaned down next to me. O, God, it was something.
"I couldn't very well protect myself, out there in the woods and all. I thought it was just gonna be a little camping trip. And here was this man showing me his genitals. An old friend, at that! O, Doctoer P, I know that sometimes I pretend to have more experience than a fifteen year old, but I was really frightened. After all, I was just married and everything.
"He leaned down and stroked my hair. I think he liked to touch me. Anyhow, he climbed into the sleeping bag with me before I could say anything. I felt his body pressing against mine. I was naked, too, under the bag, and my cunt hole was dripping before I could even think about how bad it was for me to be cheating on Larry. But after a while, I didn't think about it as cheating at all. Richmond's cock was so big and hot and the way he pressed it against my leg! Well, I don't have to tell you that it, was almost as good as my dongo dildo! Jesus, it was good!.
"First he pressed it against my leg. Then he rubbed it against my stomach. And pretty soon he had it up between my big titties. I just loved the feel of that hot penis meat rubbing between my breasts. What can I say? That I feel guilty about it? No way! I loved that penis meat. If Richmond Johnsen were here right now I'd just take off his belt and give him a header he'd never forget. Just like the one in front of that fire when we were camping. O, yes, I'm not ashamed at all. I loved that hot beef of his.
"He's got big arms, you know, and he knows how to kiss a girl too. When I first got married I thought I knew everything there was to know about sex. But then I started fooling around, like with Richmond, and then, maybe even right after that night, or right during that night, I learned the most important thing: how to suck a man off. I just went right down onto the head of that big hairy cock of his and sucked it up good with my own thick wet lips. I knew he was happy when he started moaning so loud and breathing so hard. And there I was, down there between his legs, under that sleeping bag, giving him so much suck he didn't know what to do. Wow! I loved it.
"Of course not all of his meat would fit down my throat. I had to use my lips to get some of it ripe. But I did get a lot of it in me. You know I had never sucked off anyone before that? Wow, it was good. Sucking is a lot of fun.
"Once he was really hard, and that meat of his does get hard, then I had him come up and suck on my titties. I have big tits that he had himself a full mouthful -- that's for sure. While he sucked on one nipple I rubbed my other titty on his face. He moaned my name and said something like O, Marsha, we should have been doing this for years. O, God, Marsha, but then he stopped talking to me and started licking my nipples and watching out how big and springy they get. Whenever a man sucks on my nipples they get really
big.
"After that he mostly kissed me. But of course Richmond really kisses nice, with his tongue and his lips. He pushed that mouth muscle nearly down my throat. I started humping back, naturally, and used my cunt. Just think: we didn't use our hands at all, and his big hearty cock muscle went all the way up inside my body. Larry always has to use his hands to get his joint inside my twat, but Richmond just pushed around between my legs, and suddenly that mushroom prick head of his popped right in. I thought that was wonderful and I told him so later.
"He moved so nice! I just can't tell you. He has a way of making his hips go funny? You know what I mean? It was super! He just pushed his cock up and down with his hips moving from side to side, and that big thick banana of his drove me crazy. It just made me go wild! I loved it. Oh, God, did I love that fuck meat of his.
"He used his hands to get my buns going all hot and nice, just like the fire. He rubbed his palms around on my buttocks and then he put a finger up my asshole. Do you know how nice that feels? I may be just a teenager, but I can tell you right now that a finger up my asshole is worth a lot more than peanuts. That's for sure. Yes indeedy. I like a finger up my bunghole. He spread my cheeks out and stuffed it right up. Richmond was really nice to me.
"The fire got started because we were having such a good time fucking. That's all. It was really just like that. By the time that we had both had nice gushing orgasms -- boy, were they nice! -- the fire was too big for us to do anything about. I swear it, Doctor P. That's how it happened.
"Of course, it was much different trying to explain it all to Larry. He said I was out fucking my brains off and that made me feel shitty. I mean it's not nice when your husband starts telling you that you're a whore and all. That's what he said, though. He said, 'Marsha Moossa, yer no better than a God damn mother fucking little bitch asshole whore'. Well! You can imagine how good that made me feel. The next thing I did was go and cry. Then I decided, well, if he wants to treat me that way, that's fine with me, but I'm going to cheat on him as much as I can. I'm going to get all the hot cock I can get, I thought to myself, and then he came in the bedroom and fucked me up the asshole. He knew how much I liked to fuck in my cunt, and he just jammed it up my anus. Not that I didn't like that, too, but I didn't like the idea of him trying to punish me with sex. That really hurt a lot.
"So I went out with Michael Cummings the next night. Michael was so nice to me. He knew that Larry had treated me badly. He brought me flowers and everything. Michael's always finding some sort of nice boquet for me, even now. Anyhow, he came by the house, and Larry wasn't home, and Michael asked me to go with him. I put the flowers in a vase and got dressed.
"He's such a stud. You know where he took me? He took me up over the hills in his pick-up truck. He got the truck for his work, in Montana? Anyhow, he took me up there and he started petting with me. I really liked that. He's so romantic. Thinking to take me up in the hills and all. How many men would take a girl like Marsha Moossa up into the hills and be romantic? It was wonderful.
"You know when I got really hot? When he started stroking my titties. I mean I get hot with Larry, still, but it wasn't the same. It was like it meant something with Michael. It was really nice. He played with my nipples, and he stroked my mammaries, and then he unbuttoned my blouse. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw how big my titties are. He just sort of stared for a second, . which was unusual because he's usually so cool and all. But he looked at them for a minute and said they were the biggest titties he'd ever seen in his entire life.
"I told him they were big because I always pulled on them. I do that, you know. I always pull on my titties, on the nipples, and sometimes I even play with my clitoris. I like to masturbate. Maybe that's why I liked Michael so much. He knew just how to touch my clit. He knew just the right way to rub my legs. He has a good strong grip, and up there looking over the city it was really neat to have him playing with my vagina. You know what he did? He stuck his finger all the way in and got it really wet and everything and then he took it out and put it in my sphincter tube. O, God, that was good. I loved that wet finger of his, the way it went to work on my ass hole.
"Then he reached down and played with my clit with his other hand. I didn't have to show him where it was or anything. He just seemed to know everything, how to touch me, how to kiss me, how to make my titties get really hot, everything.
"I showed him a thing or two, too. I mean I unzipped his pants and played with his boner. He had a big hog, really thick, and it was especially large on the cap. That mushroom cap -- like I told you -- it really gets me going. I started rubbing my palm across his meat and playing with the head, sort of tickling it, and all the time he kept screwing my two little holes with his fingers. Jesus! It was terrific!
"Then he saw how hot we were getting and he had me lay down outside of the pick-up. He put me on my back and he climbed up between my legs and stuffed my cunt so full of his hog that I didn't know what to do. O, I screamed and yelled and told him he was a dirty bastard, but really I meant that he was a wonderful stud, almost as good to me as my dongo remote control vibrator.
"Did I tell you I got a dildo, Dr. P? I did. It's terrific. The other night after Larry left for work, and since I'm pregnant and nobody wants to fuck me anymore, I took the dongo machine out and stuffed it up my cunt. Wow! Did I get off or did I get off?!! That machine is so fucking good. I rubbed and pulled and tugged and stroked around and played with myself with that thing until there was enough gush to drown in. I mean there was a puddle the size of a football, and the place smelled like a French whore house on Sunday morning. It was wonderful. Of course, I had my finger in my anus at the same time. That makes all the difference, you know.
"I kept my dongo device twirling. It just never wants to stop. I guess because it's electric. And it makes me so hot! I rubbed in and out of my pussy with that thing until I thought my clit would break off. Jesus, was it good! I got so hot so fast that I didn't know what to do. A dildo is nice, but sometimes, no matter how good it is, you have to have the real thing. You know what I mean? I needed something nice and rubber to play with, something to make me hotter than ever. I tried thinking about Larry's penis, about how big and thick it is when he fucks me in the cunt or in the asshole, but it just wasn't enough. I tried remembering about how one time Amy Hannon rubbed my legs. She's a friend of a friend, you know, and anyhow, she gave me a little feel one time. It was good, just thinking about it, but I still couldn't get enough. My little pie was leaking and my legs were all wet, but I just couldn't get off. Then something funny happened.
"The doorbell rang and I knew it wasn't Larry. I got up and put on my robe. I shut the bedroom door. I was really hot, you know. I mean you could have smelled the juice! I answered the door and it was a friend of Larry's, Hal Maguire. He's an interior decorator, and he said he was just in the neighborhood. You know what I mean? Just around doing some sort of job at a house up the street, and he wanted to know if Larry was home. He looked at my legs when he said that. I told him Larry wasn't around, but that he could come in and say hello if he wanted to.
"He sort of smiled and looked at me. Maybe I was blushing, or maybe the way my eyes were or something, I don't know -- I just think he got the idea I was pretty hot, and he liked that. I looked down at his crotch and already he had this big tumescence. A boner like that! Well, you know, I couldn't pass up that opportunity. I reached down and slid my hand along his crotch and told him he should come in for sure, just for a few minutes. He smiled and took my hand by the wrist. He pressed my fingers up against his crotch muscle really hard. He worked my digit, Doctor, just the way I liked to do it, up and down against his cock muscle. Even though he was wearing his pants I could feel about how big his boner was, and it was super!
"He came inside and kissed me. I shut the door and took him by the hand. We sat down on the sofa. He stroked my legs a couple of times and reached up near my beaver. When he saw how wet it was his eyes rolled. Jesus Christ! He got hot so fast! He stood up and undid his belt. I saw how large his meat was and couldn't resist giving him a lick. I pulled him close to me and used my tongue on the head of his beef. It was spongy and hot. And pink, too. I rubbed up and down along the shaft. Then I went real light with my finger. With this finger. See how long and soft it is? I used it to rub on the top of his meat. Then I used it to tickle his big nuts. Boy, he has big balls. Really big ones. I rubbed them a little and had him turn around so that I could see his butt.
"That moon of his was as hot as his pecker. I couldn't help myself. I grabbed his buns and held them open. I looked at his asshole. It was clean, alright, and I just, well, I don't know if I should tell you this ... Flicked it. Yes, that's what I did. I went into that anus hole of his and started licking and couldn't stop. Of course, I used my hand at the same time to play with his balls and his cock, too. So all the time my tongue was up his asshole I also had his penis in my hand. It was delicious. I loved to do that for Hal. He was very nice to me, afterwards, too.
"After I licked his buttocks, and had his meat all hard and everything, he had me take off all my clothes. The sofa was too hard so we went down on the floor. He had me spread my legs and lay on my back. He kissed my big ripe nipples. The chills started coming all over me. I was hot and lusty before he got anywhere near my cunt hole.
"I may be young and all, and a teenager, but I love sex, Dr. P. I love the way Hal worked out on my cunt tube. He kissed it so many times that my clit nearly jumped into his mouth. It was so good getting tongued that way. My hips started shaking, I was so turned on. My skin got all tight -- you know, with chills and all? -- and my thighs were getting hot and cold at the same time. God, was I ever hot. I lifted up my legs and spread them around his face. I clamped down really hard and pulled his face down between my legs. I couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but I sure could feel it alright. I had his prick near my face, and well, it was only natural that I start sucking him off. I licked the underside of his joint a couple of times, and then I pulled the entire head into my face. I loved the feel of that big hot mushroom joint cap going down my throat. I did a Deep Throat action on his cock muscle, Doctor, deeper and bigger than ever. I just swallowed hard and got the whole thing down into my face. Boy, was it ever nice. I loved it.
"And you know that having a prick in my mouth and a tongue in my pussy made me almost as hot as my dongo dildo. So you know it was terrific. Especially when the sperm bullets started flying. I swallowed down every drop. He banged me like a bandit in a bank robbery, in my mouth, and his cock fired off a bunch of juicy jism buckshot, and I got it all down, every drop of that sticky spray went into my belly. Boy, if you could get pregnant in the mouth I'd have had quadruplets. It was delicious!
"After that, Hal climbed up off my big belly. He rolled his penis down between my legs. He didn't even give me time to go brush my teeth or anything. He just went Frenching me and didn't give a damn. I liked that. It made me feel really wanted. And when he put that hog of his, hotter than ever, inside my cunt hole, well, I nearly jumped up to the ceiling. It was so thick and so juicy and hot in my tube, I didn't know what to do. I just screamed out and cried about how nice it was to finally get a man to fuck me with such an incredible rod. Boy, it made me passionate!
"After he started sliding it in and out, my pussy started contracting. I mean, my hips started jumping up and down like they had brains of their own. They slid across his boner and punched his balls. I kept a good hold on that meat of his with my squeezing cunt muscles. He couldn't have gone away if he wanted to. And I had hold of his buttocks with my hands, too. I held him onto me and gave him a really good bounce tickle. The tickle was my finger sliding around between his buns, playing with his anus and getting his anal crotch a little wet and a little hot. And the bounce was my hips going up and down on his joint. My mound was so hot and so wet that I thought there was gonna be no tomorrow. I just loved that, loved the way his thick rod would go sliding in and out of my pussy. I was hot and juicing and ready to come. It was great. And he just kept bouncing on my belly and kept sliding the meat muscle in and out of me. I can't tell you how good it made me feel. It was something terrific. It had been so long since I'd had a real screw.
"Well, I was so fucking hot that I didn't want to lose the opportunity. You know what I mean? So I told him that if he really wanted to make me happy he could bring that big muscle of his into the bedroom with me. I took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. He saw right away what I'd been doing. He looked at the dongo dildo and smiled. He knew what I wanted.
"I lay down sideways on the bed, so he could see my asshole. He came around in front, and in one hand he held the machine and in the other the remote control unit. He pushed the machine up into my asshole, and he pushed his cock up inside my pussy. Oh, boy, did I scream! But it was heavenly. I had both my little holes filled up, and I was ready to go wailing. I just let Hal do anything he wanted to in there. And he turned on the remote control and that dongo thing nearly sent me into the roof. Fuck! It was something else. I thought my asshole was going to drop off after that. I could feel that nine inch dildo going crazy inside my anus, and I had no idea if I would live through it. O, my, it gives me chills just to think about it now. I had my buns so wide open, and my cunt so full of cock meat, and that dongo thing so high up my tube that I felt like I was beginning to have a dual enema. Knocked me entirely out.
"When I came to, Hal Maguire was sitting on the edge of the bed. You know what he was doing? He was masturbating himself. He said he hadn't had enough. You know these interior decorator types. They just get a little weird every now and then. That's how Hal is. Anyhow, he was sitting on the side of the bed pulling on his meat. I didn't believe it. What a waste, I thought. I could see how big and red and hot his meaty prick was. And just one look at the mushroom head on that fuck stick was all I needed. I told him that I didn't want him jerking off in my house unless he was going to shoot me in the face with the jism. I thought it was a fair enough trade. He said he would do that.
"So I got up and stood in front of him, pregnant and all, and showed him my titties. And he said my mouth would be the target. I opened up and he started beating his meat harder, aiming it and all, and presto! Whambo-bango! His joint started spurting off. The first shot went onto my titties, and the next one hit me in the eyeball. And wouldn't you know it? Third time's a charm, they say, and it went right inside my mouth. I swallowed it down and leaned between his legs. He was still beating himself off, trying to get that last drop of cum out of his body, and I helped him by getting a hold of that prick muscle and pulling it into my mouth. I licked it all up and when he laid down on his back, with his legs over the side of the bed, I licked him clean. Up and down that spent meat of his went my tongue. A moment or two later I was kissing his manly nipples and telling him I hoped he'd had a good time because Larry was going to be home soon and he'd better leave. He just sort of smiled and said he'd come by again sometime. And he left.
"Well, that left me alone and waiting for Larry. So I cleaned up the house and made sure there wasn't any trace of what I'd been doing. I mean if Larry knew now that I was still out fooling around he'd go wild. He'd probably turn me into a hooker or something, just to get revenge. I don't know.
"It's been like that with him ever since we met. He likes me to see other people, but not to make love to them. He says it's healthier for a teenager to know lots of people. I don't mind that, but sometimes it gets to be a little silly. I mean, take the time I went out with Dale. Dale was just a friend, right? No one that anyone had known except me. I mean, my husband didn't know him at all. He didn't even know I was going to see him. I just sort of snuck it out of the house, if you know what I mean. I was wearing a pair of old dungarees when I left, and I told Larry I was going to the market and that I might stop by and see a girlfriend, and when I got in the car I changed my clothes. I used to do that, take the car even though I'm not supposed to be driving, but I figure, hell, I'm married, I should be able to drive, too. Next year, I'll have a license and it won't matter.
"Anyhow, I took the car, and changed in it on the way to Dale's house. I found him home and waiting, just the way we'd planned it. He was wearing some sort of smoking jacket. Right away he closed the door and had me take off my clothes. We didn't have much time together and we both wanted to get off right away.
"When I was naked and he saw how my nipples were standing up on end he kissed one and then the other. He used his tongue to suck off my breasts. Then he went down on my little cunt. He had me spread my legs, and he reached in with his mouth muscle, up and inside my little hole. He spread my pussy lips out and used his mouth to suck on that cunt clit of mine. Boy, I loved that. It was nice and juicy. Before I knew it, he had the inside of my little flesh chamber as wet as a swimming pool. I was like an oil well. There was grease oozing right on out of the pump. I loved it.
"Then I got down on him. Now it was his turn. I took his cock in my fingers. I squeezed like I was milking a cow tit. I rubbed it up and down. I used my palm to caress the top of his meat, the cap. He turned all red and started sweating. I loved to watch Dale get hot. His meaty dick went standing up and ready from the minute I started scrubbing him with my tongue. Boy, did I lick him off. And I love that, you know? Licking a man's penis is like having a snack. I get to eat a little and there's no calories in it, except of course if you swallow down the jism, and that's the least you can do, right?
"Anyhow, I kept tonguing Dale's cock. He started breathing hard. That was a sign that I'd better get my mouth over his prick all together. But he grabbed me under the armpits and pulled me up onto his body. I liked that, being on top. I sort of sat down on his big stiff penis. God, it was larger. I can still feel the way it opened up my hole. Just went shooting up inside me and filled me all the way up. I didn't know what to do. It was like having someone hammer at my twat, fill it up and spread it out and pound it into some new shape. And I was the one doing all the moving around. I humped his meat with my cunt and my hips. We went grinding like that for twenty minutes. By the time he finally came inside me I was nearly unconscious. My titties were all red, and I was sweating like a horse. Jesus, that was a good fuck. Of course, I didn't cum until Dale picked up his pencil and pushed that up my asshole. I don't know why I don't cum on a penis. I do sometimes, but it's easier for me when the penis is like a pencil or my dongo thing. You know what I mean, Doctor P.? It's just funny that way, I guess. Sometimes I finger myself and think about Dale, but for the most part, it's just more fun to use the dildo or a carrot or something.
"Now, of course, there is one exception to that. Did I tell you about him? His name is Peter Burner. I met him last week and when he pulls out that prick of his, there's just no way to stay constant with Larry. I mean, well, let me tell you about Peter, Doctor R., and I think you'll understand. He's got this big. ..."
FILE NUMBER 8OOO2 (courtesy of Dr. Robert Garfinkle)
PATIENT: Jody F.
AGE: 17
DIAGNOSIS: Symptomatic nymphomania.
PROGNOSIS: Still under evaluation.
"I'm a little embarrassed to tell you about it, Doctor. I never cheated on my husband before. Not since we got married two years ago. Well, that's not exactly true. There was one fellow on our honeymoon, but it was just a quickie. This fooling around didn't become a regular thing until recently.
"On the honeymoon Rick and I were having a great time and all. I don't know why I did it. We were sitting out by the pool and Rick said he was going up to the room to sleep for a while. Maybe he was hung over or something. I don't know. He went upstairs and left me there. I didn't mind so much, but every time I looked at one of those fabulous men, all tan and shiny and with their strong legs and their big powerful muscles, I just felt all hot and lusty again. I couldn't keep from looking at their crotches. Maybe I should have known right then that I was making a mistake getting married so young.
"I tried not to think about it though. I know that for sure. I started putting some sun tan oil on my arms. I was laying there on the chaise lounge in my bikini and this handsome fellow who'd been eyeing me in the casino came up to me. He said he liked my eyes. But he was looking at the cleavage made by my bust and the bikini top. And then he looked down at my legs, and I knew he wasn't just being casual. He wanted something from me, and I kind of like that. It was the same as with Rick.
"So he sat down. He was just wearing trunks, that was all, and I couldn't keep from every now and then looking at his crotch. He asked me if I wanted him to put some oil on my back and I said alright. I don't know why I did that. It was a big mistake. His strong fingers were sliding around on my shoulders, rubbing the oil into my skin, and chills were getting going in my thighs. I just felt completely out of control.
"I tried not to let him know how I was feeling. I had my back to him and he couldn't see me blushing. He was sitting on the chaise lounge next to mine, but he was rubbing my back so nicely. I wondered if Rick could see me from up on the tenth floor of the hotel. And I felt really guilty. So I said to this man, this perfect stranger -- and this is the part that made me frightened -- I told him that I liked the way he was doing that, rubbing my back and all, and that I wanted to go somewhere alone with him
because my new husband could probably see us right then. He said o.k., and told me where to meet him.
"So a little while later, maybe five minutes after this new fellow left, I picked up my purse and my sunglasses and towel and all, and I went to the room where he was waiting for me. Gosh, it was a swell room, all decorated and plush and lots of flowers and champagne bottles around, like he'd been celebrating or something. It was a nicer room than the wedding suite that Rick and I had. I was really impressed.
"He brought me inside and told me to make myself comfortable. I sat down on the side of the bed and he came over and sat next to me. My heart was going a mile a minute. I told him I was just married and he said that that didn't matter at all to him. He was single and his name was Gary. He liked me a lot, and he'd seen me in the gambling rooms, and since he won a pile of money, he was looking for someone to celebrate with.
"Then he put his hand on my leg and rubbed up between my loins. I just couldn't help myself. I looked his way and kissed him on the lips. It was a long French kiss, and I loved eating his tongue. It was so strong and wet and all, and he wasn't afraid to eat my mouth really hard. I felt his hands going up along my hips and then his fingers were around my breasts. He had strong fingers and he knew just how to get my nipples hot right away. He got the bikini strap off without stopping, without taking his tongue out of my mouth. My strap came off and he had his hands around my boobs. He teased me a little, just running the backs of his fingers along my breasts. I don't have the biggest chest in the world, but I do have nice titties. And my nipples, even back then, get hard and stick out right away. Rick says they're 'pert' and snotty nipples. But Gary said they were luscious and he liked them because they were big and brown.
"After he said that he went down on one of them with his tongue. He sucked it right up and tweaked it with his lips. Then he looked at me and said that he really did like my eyes. He pushed me down on the bed and pulled on my bikini bottom. I let him take it off. I liked the way he knew what he wanted and was nice about it. I don't know. Maybe I was just easy then. I don't know for sure, but I think Gary knew something about me that I didn't.
"He got the bottom of the bikini off and my mound was already wet. He saw that and smiled. He leaned down to my stomach and kissed me on the navel and around my hips. He was cute that way, the way he kissed me, I mean. He used his finger at the same time. His middle finger. He saw how wet and juicy I was -- God, I was hot and ready! -- and he went right in with his finger. He didn't stop for anything. He just slid it up against my little clit which was upright and twitching already and stroked it like he'd been there a thousand times before. He wasn't that much better than Rick, but he was good. He knew how to get my. cunt so hot with his hands. He rubbed on the mound a lot. He used the palm of his hand to do that. His finger sort of went under and in while he rubbed the lips. Gee, I was really wet and shivering. I was cold and hot at the same time.
"Pretty soon he put his other hand under my fanny. He used his hand there to rub my cheeks. He sort of squeezed them. No one had ever used a finger or anything to touch my ass hole. He just went right ahead. He wasn't afraid or anything. He just shoved his finger up inside my little hole there. At first I didn't know what to think. You know, it was kind of a surprise. Then he started working it, just so, and I loved that. He sort of slid his finger in and out. I was awfully tight but it felt so good. I started moaning and everything and telling him that he had to fuck me right away. But he took his time. He kept fingering my asshole and rubbing my cunt. When I saw that he wasn't going to fuck me for a while, I sat up. My titties went swinging in front of his face. He smiled about that.
"I reached down to his trunks. He was still holding my pussy in his palm and he still had his finger in my anus. I grabbed' for his cock in his trunks. He had a boner and all. I tried to get inside his pants, but they were too tight. He stood up and let go of me and took off his swimming suit. I saw how big his meat was. Gee, it was large! It was as big as Rick's. The thing was so fat my eyes bulged.
"He sat back down on the bed and spread his legs. He told me I could do anything I wanted with his penis, that I should just make myself feel at home. It was more exciting than being married. Being married made it o.k. to do anything I wanted. It wasn't sinful being a newly wed. But this made me feel excited. A completely strange man was showing me his cock and his big balls and everything, and it was definitely against the rules, so it made me hotter. I don't know why. Maybe I like being guilty, but I know for sure that I liked that big chimney of his. It was a flesh smoke-stack. I leaned down with my hands, sort of spread out on my belly with my face in his lap.
"First I used my fingers. I stroked it a little. You know, I just went sliding my finger lightly up and down his penis. I like doing that. Stroking a penis, I mean. It makes me feel hot hot inside. Sometimes, just from touching a prick I can get steamy inside. And that big cylinder of his, well, it was all muscle. I just kept sliding my finger up and down and touching the tip of it, too. That arrow head was super big. My mouth started watering. I wanted it in my face, but I was afraid since it was the first time with Gary to suck him. But I couldn't resist.
"I just took the whole thing in my two hands and rubbed my tongue against the tip. Then it was all over. I just had to get the entire thing in my face. Is that unnatural, Doctor? Wanting a big prick lice that in my mouth? I have a pretty face. I don't think it's bad to put a penis in it. Anyhow, I went ahead that time, and rye done it lots of other times too. I sucked it up really good, got the whole thing inside my face. It was big, too, and fat. I liked that a lot. Having a big hard muscle between my thick wet lips. I get off on that. I like thinking about my mouth having a hard-on in it. It's exciting.
"After a while I started working down on the side of the shaft. You know, licking it and sucking it? I ended up licking his balls. I went really careful. I held his nut sack in my hands, his scrotum, and I tongued the tops of that hairy little egg carton. I rubbed my tongue lightly up and down on his balls and then I kissed his loins.
"Gary said he was plenty hot. It was plain to see, too, because his muscles was sticking up like the Watts Tower. It was really big and fat. So thick. Like this. See that circle between my fingers? That's how big it was. I was even afraid he might break my pussy if he went too hard. But I spread out for him. He climbed up and mounted me like he'd done it a thousand times before. It just slipped right in.
"I screamed and hollered a bit, gave him something to think about, and started working my loins up and down. My cunt was working like a pump. I don't know what happened, but I was sucking him with my cunt. My twat was working at full speed, sucking, getting juicy on his meaty boner. I loved that. I love talking about it, too. I'm already getting wet again, just from thinking about it. Is that sick? That I get wet and hot thinking about having a pretty boner in my pussy? I don't think it's sick at all.
"Anyhow, a little while later Gary was slamming that meat of his in and out of my hole. I just couldn't stop moaning and groaning. I rubbed my pussy up and down on his thick slab of steak meat. I loved the feel of it. It gouged me out. It was like a big wooden stick being stuffed into my hole, tacking me down. I felt like a female Christ. I was getting tacked to the mattress. I'd name a religion after Gary if I met him again. He was wonderful.
"After he shot his wad in my twat I told him that I better go back down to the pool and wait for my new husband. It was that simple. I just put my bathing suit back on and strutted down stairs and sat back by the pool. Rick showed up a little later and gave me a big kiss. He never knew that on our honeymoop I'd gone and cheated on him. I never saw Gary again. It was just that one quickie and that was all. I'll never forget how good he made my pussy feel.
"Now, though, I have other men. You know, regulars, not like Gary. I have a whole bunch of men who I can fuck anytime I want. It's hard to keep Rick in the dark. That's a problem. Sometimes he suspects me of fooling around, but for the most part I work it pretty nice. I mean, he doesn't have much idea of when I do it or where.
"The best times I've been having are with my father-in-law. Rick's father is really a sort of a young person. Even though he's about forty-nine, he's still got a really good head on his shoulders. And he knows that I like him. He has a way about him, too. He knows better than to tell anyone about us. Of course, the first time with him was really a shockeroo!
"I was sitting home alone while Rick was away on business and his father came by saying how he was lonely or something. I knew he'd had a little to drink -- it was really obvious -- and he sat down next to me on the couch. I was just watching T.V. and wondering about how nice it would be to have some company when Rick finally got back. Mr. Farber sat down next to me and said that I looked really pretty. I thanked him for that and started to move away. But he grabbed me and said a whole bunch of nasty things. The jist of it though was that he wanted me to suck him off. At first I said no, but it made me really hot to think about it. I'd never had a man his age, and I was feeling quite horny. My cunt had my real feelings. It was juicy and oily and all, and I was ready for anything, really.
"And Mr. Farber seemed to know that. He sort of pressed me because he saw me blushing or something. I don't know how he knew. But he was using his hands to get me hotter. He was rubbing my thighs -- I was wearing levies, but even through those pants I was feeling his fingers get me going and hot. I started to get up and get off the couch but he grabbed me by the wrist. He pulled me down under him and said that all he wanted was a little suck action. I knew that it wouldn't be good to screw around with my husband's father, but on the other hand I was awfully horny. I needed something and it seemed like the timing was right. So I said o.k., that I would suck him off, but he must promise never to tell anyone. He laughed about that and said that it sounded like a fair enough deal.
"So he stripped down and showed me his meat. Then I started to get down on my hands and knees and do him. You know, suck him off. But he told me that a real suck had to be done by a naked girl, that it was no good just to get some nude lips around his joint, that he needed to see the girl too. So I said o.k., but that it was just going to be header, and nothing else. He could look at me, and I would suck him, but because he was my father-in-law, I couldn't do anything else. I slipped out of my levies and took off my blouse. That left me wearing my bra and my panties. I used to wear panties then.
"He said that it wasn't enough. He liked to see my whole body, all of it, and that if I wasn't going to undress completely, that he would leave right then. Well, you know how horny I was already, so I blushed and took off everything. I was completely naked. My big titties, my greasy passion pit, my fanny, everything was exposed. He smiled when he saw me like that and said that his son had made a good choice in marrying such a choice morsel of meat.
"I didn't care if he talked at me that way, and, in fact, I sort of liked it. I got down on my hands and knees in front of him. He was standing with his legs spread in the middle of the livingroom. I used my fingers to hold his buns in my palms. I rubbed his fanny and even gave his ass hole a little rubbing, too. Rick likes that so I figured his father would, too. He did. His muscle nearly stuck me in the face and put out an eye. It popped up and luckily I grabbed it off with my lips. I sucked him down into my throat and rubbed his dick with my tongue. He nearly blew it off right then, he was so hot. I could feel his cock getting hot and throbbing. You could see the vein popping with fresh blood in the top of his muscle. And the tip of his meat was hot and twitching. I nearly went wild.
"All my ideas about not fucking him, went down the drain. I sucked him so hard, so passionately that he came about five seconds later. Then he took me by the hand and we both knew what we were going to do. He let go of my hand for a minute and went and locked the front door, the front door to his son's house, mind you, and then he came and put his arm around my waist and we went like that, embracing, into my bedroom, into his son's bedroom. I knew it was bad and it made me feel guilty. Maybe that's why I liked it. If Rick knew, he'd probably kill us both or something.
"It was dangerous. That's why it was good. He spread me out, Mr. Farber did. His cock was getting big again. He had another erection. He had me lay on my side with my legs spread back and open. My puss was moving up and down on its own. I didn't know what to do exactly, because he was giving me all these instructions about how to lay and how to look at him. I didn't know what he wanted. Then he asked for some grease, some lubricant. I told him there was plenty in my pussy. He said he didn't want to fuck my pussy, and I started to get worried, because that meant he probably thought he was going to stuff it up my bung-hole, which wasn't at all, I thought, what I wanted.
"He pushed me down on the bed and said he'd do it without grease if I didn't shut up. He was getting really nasty. It was the first time for me, I guess, and that made me jittery. But finally I realized that there wasn't going to be any getting away from it, and I gave him the grease that his son and I always used. He took some of that and smiled. He told me to lay down on my belly again and spread my buns. He showed me how to use my hands to hold my cheeks open. I reached back and fingered my buttocks apart. My little fanny felt cold like that so I waited until he had the tube of lubricant prepared. He reached down into my crack and spread the goo around in there, fingering my ass hole and filling the crotch with the stuff. It was nice and slippery and felt a lot better than I thought it would. You know what I mean? I mean,. I was frightened to have my father-in-law fuck me at all, but up the ass-hole was even more scary. But once he got started, rubbing that juice around between my little cheeks, I sort of started to like it. I kind of enjoyed having his finger go up my little ass hole every now and then, and finally, one time, he stroked it all the way in. I mean he really shot my butt full of his boney finger. I nearly passed out, came up on my hands and knees and started to try and get away.
"He grabbed me by the shoulders though, and the whole thing backfired. He made me sit on his finger. Jesus, it nearly killed me, but at the same time my cunt was beginning to leak like a sieve. I just started juicing. Really, I guess, I was cumming, just from having my father-in-law's finger up my ass hole. I started moving and sliding my hips around in a circle, gyrating, and trying to get more of his finger inside me. My sphincter was spreading out around his digit and squeezing back and forth. The whole inside my tube started clamping down on his finger. Then, all of a sudden, just as I was getting used to the feel of that thing up my asshole, he pulled it out.
"Oh, boy, did I feel funny then. He pushed me down on the bed, and I was so slippery between my buns, he just had to get a little rub of my cheeks. He slipped his cock down between my cheeks and filled up the whole groove with his thick muscle. I didn't believe it was so big. I just couldn't get over how that one piece of flesh could make my little fanny feel so hot, either. I was wild for his penis. I knew now that I was going to have to have his cock put into my bunghole. I was going to have to have that entire thick flesh prong stuffed up my anus. Jesus, I wanted it, but I dreaded it at the same time.
"As it turned out, I didn't have much choice in the matter. I felt Mr. Farber grab me around the neck. He held on tight. He used one hand to pull my anus all the way open. When he had the right aim, his mushroom head sort of looking right into my anal hanger, he shoved forward. Did I scream?! Oh, God, it was big and fat and nearly screwed me out of existence in one thrust. I practically died. It filled up my fanny with so much cock muscle that I thought I had to go to the bathroom. My interior fanny muscles started rolling on his joint. I didn't know what I was doing. I was trying to get away and I was trying to get more of his penis, both at the same time. Then I felt it. He reached around and grabbed my clitoris. He started fingering my little clit button and driving me wild up front at the same time. Jesus, I didn't know what I was doing. I was moving my hips around and bouncing a little, and just going hog wild.
"He started talking to me, calling me his 'little pony', his 'big lamb', and telling me how I was going to be a better fuck for his son because now I would be able to fuck Rick with my asshole as well as my cunt. I thought I was going to break wide open. He was really inserting that stick of his all the way up my tube. I asked him if he wouldn't slow down, if he wouldn't take his time a little bit, but he said that if he slowed down it would hurt more. I couldn't imagine how, but I believed him.
"I guess Mr. Farber was right. If he'd slowed down it would have taken longer for that first anal fuck. And later on I was able to start fucking up my ass hole on a moment's notice. Rick like it that way now, too, so we have a lot of fun, thanks to my father-in-law. And I still meet Mr. Farber when Rick's away on business. It's kind of nice having someone you can talk to who knows who you're talking about when you say Rick did this or Rick did that. It's his son and he's interested, and I'm his daughter-in-law and he likes my ass hole and my. pussy.
"Sometimes I don't know which he likes better. I know I like to suck him off. I like to feel Mr. Farber's boner in my mouth, and that's got to be worth something, you know. It's like with Mack. Mack's my sister's former boyfriend. He comes around sometimes when Rick's away. Mack's a really nice fellow. He's my age, and that's sort of nice. I mean, how often is it that a married woman who's still a teenager gets to cheat on her husband with someone her own age. I bet it's not very often.
"But Mack's really nice. He gives me lots of presents and all. I mean I can't keep them around the house because Rick would start asking his silly jealous questions, but I like getting Mack's presents anyway. It's fun to have a young man, a man my age, in love with me. He fucks really nice, too.
"One time he came over when I was especially horny. His timing couldn't have been any better. He knocked at the door and I could tell it was him. Rick was due back in town that might, but that wasn't going to be soon enough. I needed some hot cock two days before that, even, so you can imagine how hot and willing I was when I heard Mack at the door.
"I was really quick. I went to the bedroom and turned out the lights. I slipped out of my clothes and put on a pair of panties. I used a T-shirt to cover my chest, but I didn't put it on. I messed up the bed, the sheets, so I could say I was in bed, and I went and opened the front door, holding the T-shirt in front of me. Well, you can imagine what Mack said when he saw me standing there. He just looked at my long smooth legs and at my titties which were pushing out from behind the T-shirt and he blushed right off and said that he needed to talk to me. I said I was in bed, sleeping, and that he could talk to me while I went back to sleep.
"I could feel his eyes burning into my fanny as I led the way back to the bedroom. He stood at the door for a minute, probably watching me, and then I heard the door close and I heard him coming from behind. I raced ahead and jumped in under the sheets. I wanted him to have to work for it a little, and I wanted to make sure that he was good and hot by the time he got his muscle out.
"So he came into the bedroom and asked about where Rick was. I told him Rick was due back in about two hours, from business, and that I was very tired: He sat on the edge of the bed and stammered a little. He's so cute and young. I like him because he has curly blond hair like mine. He sort of sat there scratching his head and not knowing what to do. Finally he took off his shoes and said that he didn't give a damn if Rick did catch up with him in bed with me, that he was willing to take that chance. I said that that was fine with me -- of course, I knew that Rick wouldn't be back for several hours -- and I pulled the sheets back and showed him that I had already taken off my panties. He took one look at my legs and my mound and my big titties and how hot my nipples were and he made a wolf whistle that would have woken up neighbors for blocks around. I smiled at him and said that we'd better get started.
"So he undressed and, believe-you-me, he had a hard-on a mile long. It was thick and floppy. It bounced all over the place when he climbed into bed with me. He could smell my juice and he knew I was probably as horny and hard-up as could be. He kissed me on the mouth and sucked off one of my nipples. I told him that if he really loved me he would willingly eat out my ass-hole. I just wanted to see how far he would go. He told me back that he felt the same way, and that if I ate out his anus, he would eat mine.
"So, naturally, I had him lay down on his belly and I dug right in. It was delicious. I loved getting my tongue up in that tight little sphincter hole. I used my hands to massage his buttocks and then to rub his penis underneath. He did the same for me, a little. while later, and I have to tell you that he really knew how to get my cheeks hot. He rubbed them and kissed them every now and then, and I just don't know why, but I felt hotter and lustier than ever. Maybe it was the soft silky way he pressed his tongue into my ass hole. It was wonderful.
"I nearly had to beg him to fuck me after that. He turned me over and licked out my pie. That was even nicer. He licked my clitoris up and down and made sure that every inch of my interior flesh was as juicy as mince pie. I rolled my hips up and down in his face. Everything turned to grease, hot fuck grease. It was clit juice city. I felt so sinful -- it was glorious!
"After that he came up on top of my chest. He mouthed one of my breasts and left a slight kickey which I later had to cover up with make-up so that Rick wouldn't see it. Then he licked my other breast and kissed me on the mouth. We were both sweating with love and desire. I was so aroused, so excited, that I felt like tearing his hair out, ripping his cock out of the socket and cramming it up my twat. I couldn't possibly control myself. If he hadn't put that meat of his in my bag in the next minute, I'd have killed him. He did it, though. Right in. One shot Mack. One big stroke. It went all the way up inside my cunt cave. I had to spread my legs, but he went all the way up.
"He used his hands to hold onto my hips. Right here. He grabbed hold and moved me up and down. He swiveled me just so. His meat was bending up and down, making me feel hot and lusty and I was craving to get that mushroom head at the right angle. I moved my butt toward his balls a little, and wouldn't you know it? I had it just right. Every time he went in and out of my tube he scraped up against my clitoris with the rim of his mushroom meat. It was a perfect stroke action. I had my clit twitching, my lover's cock stuffing my hole, my asshole -- oh, did I mention that he was fingering my anus at the same time? He had his little finger going up and down inside my. bunghole? -- and he was whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
"Oh, God, it was good.
"Then, later, after he flooded me out, I licked his cock off and made sure he was clean and everything. I didn't want the next lady he fucked to think he'd been with some whore or something. I licked him off and sent him packing. It was a lucky thing, too, because Rick came home about five minutes later. He was horny as a hootowl. I had to go off and use the john before he fucked me. You know how obvious it would have been if he stuffed it right up there and discovered all that baby-juice? Or what if he decided right then he wanted to eat me?
"I did it all in a hurry, douched myself, scrubbed my asshole, brushed my teeth, made sure I was clean as a whistle. But by the time I got back out there, Rick was asleep. He wasn't only horny, he was tired. So I smiled and went right to sleep with him, in the same bed where I fucked Mack a few minutes before. It was nice and comfy and I didn't mind a bit now, if Rick was tired, because I was really pretty well satisfied. I mean, I'd have done it again, but that's because I think it's a wife's duty to fuck her husband, as often and whenever and wherever he wants it. But I was secretly really happy that I was gonna get some sleep before the next fuck.
"Sometimes -- maybe it's because I'm young -- I get to feeling so hot and so horny that I forget myself. That time with Mack was like that. I mean, I was taking a big chance. What if Rick had walked in and seen me fucking this kid? Mack really is a big kid, just like me. I mean, what would he do it he found me balling my brains out with a seventeen year old guy, a guy my own age and all. I know he just wouldn't laugh it off. He'd probably be really hurt.
"There was one time where I really did almost get caught. I mean it was so close that the guy had to put his clothes on outside. It was really funny, now that I think about it. The bare-assed guy was running out the back door and Rick was coming in the front, yelling, 'Honey, I'm home,' and I was in the bathroom cleaning out my asshole, getting the cum out of there, blushing and hot and all, and when Rick knocked on the bathroom door, I just sort of grunted to make him think I was taking a shit or something.
"It was rough because when I got done and all, Rick insisted that he give me a little enema action. I didn't know what to say, because I really do belive that he has a right to demand any kind of sex at all he wants from me. So even though I was tired, I watched him undress and get out that big prick of his -- you know, that's one reason I married, Rick. He has such a gargantuan hog meat. It makes me horny when I just look at it. That big round knob of his. It's like a chimney full of hot fire, you know what I mean? It's so fucking thick and all, I could talk about it for weeks and not have finished describing every inch of it. And it's a strong muscle; too. The way he was flinging it around that time, I thought I was getting hot all over in just five seconds.
"He finished undressing and took me into the bathroom. I was already naked and my titties were hot and the nipples were up and raring to go. He sat down on the edge of the tub and had me lay down over his knees. He'd already filled up the douche bag and put on the enema attachment. He just stuffed it right up my asshole and filled me up with that liquid. Jesus, I really needed that. My whole insides felt washed out afterwards. Needless to say, my pussy had started juicing all over again, and we went right into bed.
"Rick slapped that meat of his into my hole, grinded away against my lit, and before I knew it, I was cumming, cumming like a house on fire, just juicing my brains out. I like it that way, you know what I mean? I like it when he takes me really fast and makes my clit start flipping up and down. He always uses his fingers, too. He gets one of them up my asshole and he makes my sphincter spread out around it. He jams that digit up my asshole and I just go bezerk. It drives me batty to have my shit hole reamed out like that. I'm nice and tight, Doctor, and I like a good finger up my anus, along with a lot of other things, of course. It's only natural, I think.
"But the best thing of all is that exciting time when I cheat on Rick. I don't know what it is, but just getting some stranger's boner up my pussy makes-me hotter than a cat in heat. It just turns me on to have a hot new penis to play with, to rub against my body, to put between my titties, and to suck on. Oh, Jesus, do I like sucking or do I like sucking! Fuck, I like all of it, just so long as it's a new prick. I never should have gotten married so young.
"I still have a nice body, you know. Look how big my titties are. My nipples are big and brown and the tips are cherry. And my twat is always so soft and juicy. I know someday I'll be an old bag and I'll have to throw my breasts up over my shoulders, because they'll be all saggy and everything, but right now they're big and firm, and my muscles in my twat get stronger every day. I can squeeze open an acorn, I bet! That's how good my vagina is now that Poe had some practice. And I love to do it. You know that? I love to get my tube rolling on a good stiff joint. It makes me really hot, and I ' go wild for it. Just feeling a man rubbing my butt can make me think hot thoughts. I get my mind going, and my pussy starts pulsing, and maybe five minutes later I'm flooding my canal with all the orgasm juice in the world. It's really funny, Doctor, but I find myself telling you all this stuff, and I don't feel sick at all. You know what I mean? I just feel a little hot and like maybe Ill fuck the first guy I see today after this therapy session. Ill just go out there on the street and walk right up to him and say, 'Hey, man, how would you like to cheat on my husband with me? How would you like' to rub that big prick muscle of yours right on up my twat hole? How would you like to get married and ... "
FILE NUMBER 66759 (courtesy of Dr. Jack Chernoff)
PATIENT: Cindy B.
AGE: 17
DIAGNOSIS: Masturbatory fetishist; nympho tendencies; acute neurosis with father fixation.
PROGNOSIS: Patient will function normally at some future date; will constantly seek father image.
"It's not my fault Daddy died. If mother hadn't carried on that way, I'd have been a lot better off. Besies, that two-bit so-and-so she's got herself hooked up with now doesn't know beans. And as for me and Craig, well, if I'd known Craig was such an asshole, such a cheat, I'd have never even considered going out with him, let alone marrying him. Do you know that he gave me the clap? The filthy beast. I take care of my little pussy, Doctor, and that pigshit husband of mine gave me the God damn bug. If he was here right now I'd wring his neck. I'd scratch out his eyeballs and step on them, just to be sure. He's like a fucking snake. You cut him up in pieces and you have to be sure the pieces don't grow back. It's no wonder I fool around a lot, Doctor. If you were married at sixteen and had to live with such an asshole, you'd fuck a lot of men, too.
"I know, I know ... you're gonna say that I do it with older men because of my father and all. But that's just not true. How do you explain my using the fuck-rod if that's the story? Or, what about that young boy I told you about last time, down at the beach? He couldn't have been any older than thirteen and I fucked him. Is he supposed to be my father, too? Shit, I just don't buy it.
"The fact is -- I'll admit it -- that I feel more comfortable around a more mature man. They have a way about them, older men do, and it's nice to be with them. They're not always grabbing your titties and making faces at your twat. They have a distinguished air about them.
"Now, Mom's new man, that's an exception. He's just like Craig. He'll take anything he can from you. Last week he tried to rape me. It was a good thing Mom wasn't around. She'd have gone wild. He was putting his hands all over me. Now there's one older man who I wouldn't suck if you paid me. He tried alright, but a good hot kick to the nuts set him on his ass. And I'm glad of it, too. So what if he can't let go of his balls for a week. That's his tough luck for picking on a teenager who didn't want him.
"Besides, I got my sex that night from old man Gerber. What a kind man he is. And his penis is really neat. I like to play with him. He comes around and asks me over to his place -- even when fartface Craig is home. Craig thinks I'm going to have a little talk with the 'old geiser'. That's what he calls Mr. Gerber. But you know what? Gerber's got a lot more zing in him than Craig ever did!
"Yup. He fucks his mind out with me. He tells me all these old dirty stories about him and his wife. She's dead now, but they really lived it up when he was a kid. you know that? He's got pictures of her. She was some kind of stage lady or something. And he likes to show me the old photographs so I can kind of be like her. I don't mind. I dress up and put on this old black dress that belonged to Mrs. Gerber, and I try to make my face and hair look like hers, and the old man really does like it. It's kind of wierd, but it turns us both on. So what if it's kinky. I like getting hot. That's what's important to me.
"The other night he watched me get dressed in that outfit. First I took off my bellbottom levies, and then I started on my panties. I looked up and there was the old man, standing there looking at me. At first I thought he was kind of dribbling and drooling, but then I realized he was just looking at me getting ready. So I kept on getting dressed. Hell, I kind of like to be appreciated for a change.
"So I took off my shirt and showed him my titties. He really gets a big kick out of the way my nipples are always sticking up. If he only knew that it's because I like doing him, well, he'd really like that, eh? Anyhow, old man Gerber watched me put on his wife's old uniform. It's got long dark -- black -- silk stockings, and red and white garters to hold them up. She must have been just about my size because everything fits perfect. Even my titties fit right into the dress so that there's plenty of cleavage and a little bounce left over for Mr. Gerber. Of course, I only pretend to use the fan that goes with the outfit, and as far as that velvet hat, the red one with the feather, I just clip it right onto my hair.
"You should see the look on old Mr. Gerber's face. He's so pretty when he's happy. He tells me all the time that I look just like his little wife used to. And that makes us both feel good.
"You know what he does once I get the heels on? He takes me by the hand and leads me into the livingroom. He has all this old fashioned furniture, like from the thirties and all, and he even has a victrola. He puts on a record of his wife singing, some old song about how blue she is or something, and the record's all scratchy and all, but Mr. Gerber, he can tell what she's singing about, and he takes me in his arms and we dance around between the old sofa and the rocking chairs. (There's two rocking chairs; one used to be his wife's until she passed away about twenty years ago and nobody can sit in it because it belonged to her. Nobody except me, that is.)
"So we dance a little with the scratchy old record playing and Mr. Gerber keeps sliding his hands on my buns. He always starts that way, playing with my fanny. He tells me he thinks that my rump might even be softer than Mrs. Gerber's was. But I don't believe him because I know what a super lady she must have been. But I like hearing about how it was with her, and about how my buns are silky. It makes me sort of happy. At least it gets me away from my ugly old husband. Yick.
"Anyhow, we dance like that and Mr. Gerber fondles my fanny with both hands. He dances the modern way, with both hands around my waist and on my ass, and pretty soon he starts sliding this old black dress up around my waist. Since I don't wear any panties with that outfit, he gets a fingerful of my ass crack whenever he wants. I like it, too. He knows how to get that boney finger of his into my asshole. That's what feels nice, too. The way he finger-fucks my anus while we dance there. He just keeps step and keeps putting that finger deeper and deeper into my ass cave. O, God, is it nice like that. I start juicing and all, and he uses his other hand to get up into my pussy.
"He tells me nice things while we dance like that. He says that I have nice soft labial lips, and that he thinks my clit is really a good little twat-pecker because it gets hard so fast. I didn't tell him that I've practised the dildo a whole bunch, but now my clit is harder and it get that way faster just cause I work at it. Anyhow, he keeps sliding his fingers in my two little holes, and I keep getting hotter.
"Finally, the record runs out -- this is the way it always is -- and he keeps dancing for another beat or two, and then he has me undress. I do it in front of an old Victorian mirror that he has. I don't know why he likes it that way, in front of the mirror, I mean, but he can see himself and me in it. Maybe it has something to do with his wife. But I undress really slowly and he gets undressed afterwards.
"Then he takes me into the bedroom. By then he always has a hard-on, and I mean a big one, too. Not just some little dinky stick that you fuck with. This is a muscle! A big banana that last forever. He sticks it right into me, too. I'm always good and wet by then, so it's easy going. He gets me awfully hot that way, because he lasts so long, and I can feel that head of his penetrating all around inside me. He tells me what to say when I moan, and I don't mind that, you know, because it makes him happy -- it makes him hotter and all. He says that I should call him Gerbie and that I should yell at him, 'Fuck me, Gerbie. Oh, make me so hot, Gerbie,' and I guess he does it that way because that's what his wife used to say, or at least that's what he remembers her saying.
"When it's all done he gives me a special little kiss on my big ripe nipple and I fold up the old fashioned dress, and the stockings and put the heels and the hat and the fan back in the trunk. Then we talk some, and I go home really gratified. He's old and someday pretty soon he's gonna die, but I like him anyhow, and I think it's nice that I get to give him a little satisfaction right now. After all, how many seventy year old men can say they fuck with a seventeen year old girl? If he could do it, I'd fuck Mr. Gerber all day long, but because he's so old, well, I guess he can only do it once a week.
"And Craig is such an ass hole I only do it with him once a week, too. So that leaves me five other days to get my orgasms from other guys: I have to have other men, Doctor. You don't know how horny I get. It's really unbelieveable. I mean, sometimes I'm so hot the juice starts going without me even thinking about it. My cunt starts . aching for it. I feel all empty and desolate and like I'm a wild woman. I just don't care, though. I go out and I find someone who can make me happy, even if it's only for a little while. Is that so bad?
"Take last night, for example. Fartface came home tired and angry and drunk. Was I supposed to sit around and wait for him to get his little wiener hot so that I could suck him off and watch him sleep some more? No way, man. I'm sick of that shit. I went into the bedroom, locked him out, got dressed in my best and my shortest skirt, and a nice pair of heels, and no stockings, and I powdered my face and put on some perfume and combed my hair. It's getting long again, down to my shoulders even, and just because I'm blonde, it makes it easy to go out and pick up a guy.
"That used to surprise me. Now I don't think about it. I just go out and find someplace where people are drinking and dancing and having a good time. I don't care how much of my husband's money I spend. He's such a jerk that I want to ruin him and get rid of him once and for all. He could give me a divorce and that would be fine with me. I just want to get out from under him. He's such a pig.
"I got a little carried away there, I guess. But I went out last night, and that's what counts. I went out and had a great time. I found the place that I was looking for. There's lots of young people there, and they all like to dance and have a good time, and because the girls are pretty and young, there are a lot of older guys, too. They sort of hang around and act bashful.
"Anyhow, you should have seen the look on their faces when I came in last night. I really had my skirt pulled up high, and I was wearing these stacked heels, so that my legs showed off a little bit, and wow! It was great to have these middle-aged dudes looking me over. I could feel their eyes watching me.
"Not many single girls go to this place. Or at least they don't walk in alone. And there's plenty of hot music there, and all, so it's really just perfect for meeting someone and picking them up and balling. I felt like I was a queen or something the way they were all paying attention to me when I came in, but really it was just because I was blonde and dressed up a little and they're weren't a lot of other pretty girls around.
"One of the older guys -- maybe he was thirty-five or so -- he came over and asked me-to dance. He really knew how to shake it, so I had to go with him from then on, every time he asked me to dance. I kept waiting for him to ask me back to his place with him. We talked about all sorts of things, about his bowling game, about his business, about his beautiful sister and about my big breasts, but he just wouldn't get it on. I don't know what he was thinking about. Finally, I asked him if he knew some nice quiet little place we could go to and maybe sit and talk there, and fuck.
"You should have seen the look on his face. He smiled and said that he'd never met a girl so forward before, but that he certainly did know a place where we could go and fuck, and it was only just around the corner from where we were. So I asked him what we were waiting for, and he smiled again and we went out and walked across the street to the big old fashioned hotel over there.
"It was a raunchy place from the outside, but once you got in there it wasn't bad at all. He led me up the stairs and when I asked him if we didn't have to check, in he told me owned the hotel. Boy, was I impressed. We went to some room where he had lots of airplane models hanging from the ceiling and I wondered if he wasn't a bit tacky himself for some reason, but he explained that he used to be a jet pilot and he made these planes just for the fun of it. He showed me one model which was rocket ship, some sort of satellite launching device, and it was made out of heavy plastic and it was really heavy to hold, too.
"I told him I was tired of looking at pretend things, and I reached into his crotch. He smiled and let me get my full of his meat from the outside. Then he undid his pants and showed me his penis, the real thing, I mean. It was big and hard already. God, was that thing thick! I liked looking at it. My eyes nearly popped out of my head, I was staring at it so long.
"He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me. down on my knees and told me to suck him off. I did exactly that. It was the first time I ever just went right to it, no warm-up, no nothing. I just took his meat in my hands and started sucking him right up. My tongue took care of getting the head of that meaty prong wet, and my lips sealed off the sides of his boner. It was delicious. I loved lapping around on that stick. Let's face it, I love giving header in general.
"Pretty soon I was too hot for my clothes. I got out of my skirt and blouse and all, and he started rubbing my chest. He had his clothes off then, too. It was nice to be with someone young, but not so young, and strong. He knew just how to squeeze my titties, how to rub my nipples and make them really hard and ready. He licked them a little, but not so much that you thought he was a faggot or something. He just got them hot and ready.
"Then I went down on him again and he liked that a lot. I had him about as hot, I think, as he'd ever been. I get a kick out of that kind of thing, from trying to make a guy really hot. I like to get them so hot they can't possibly refuse to fuck me. Boy, he was really into it, too. It was far-fucking-out!
"He picked me up under the arms and spread me out on the hotel bed. It felt good to be in a man's strong arms, getting ready to fuck. I was hot and sweaty -- not just from dancing, either. My nipples were up and at attention. And my clit was, too. It was gonna be a really good fuck no matter how long he lasted.
"He climbed up onto my body and put that meat of his right on inside. I reached down and held onto the shaft for a while so I could be sure and get a good scrubbing from his cock head against my clitoris. That made me feel really good. He didn't mind at all. Pretty soon I started breathing pretty damn hard. I mean, I was gasping for breath and I had to let go of his joint. Of course, he kept it in place, alright, zooming in and out of my twat, and I started using my muscles to get him completely going. You know, I squeezed and rub-bed and all, and rolled my hips around on his beef. Jesus, you should have heard him grunt. He was crazy for it. I just did my usual thing, sort of sliding my body up and down, spreading my legs so I could get more of his cock inside my body, and making sure that he got my clit every so often. There was plenty of juice, too, and I guess that added a lot to our sexual excitement.
"Then I felt his finger going for my asshole and I nearly sprayed all over him right then. Jesus, hat really gets me. I can't tell you. He crammed a finger-up into my bunghole and I just about went off the bed. I started pumping up and down and rolling my pussy on his joint and praying to God that I didn't die for fucking around this way, but I prayed that I got to have an orgasm, at the same time, a really good climax. I could just feel that meat getting hotter and closer to shooting me full of sperm mean? It was just about to explode, and then ... BINGO! WHAM! I was cumming all over his rod. He started shooting off at the same time. We both saw stars. It was beautiful. A little while later I went home, and you know what? I don't even know this guy's name. And I don't care, either, because tonight I'll find somebody else, someone other than fartface, with more muscle, more brains, more cock-power, more will than my husband will ever have. And chances are he'll be younger than I am, even. Did I ever tell you that, Doctor? How I like people younger than I am?
"Oh, yes, it's quite true. One time a little girl came around to my house during the day. She was wearing a cute little pink dress and her adorable little legs showed underneath. She had those little calves and slender thighs and I could see that she wasn't completely flat chester, either. I wondered if her little vag lips were bald or not, so I bought some candy from her, for the Lions Club or the Rotary Organization or whoever it was, and I got her to come in and sit down on a big soft couch. Oh, yes, I knew exactly what I was doing by giving her that big couch to sit on. It made her dress come up high around her waist, you see, and I was able to get a little look between her young legs.
"I told her I was just being a friendly neighbor and gave her some nice milk and cookies to have, between houses, of course. She was very friendly. Pretty soon I asked her how old she was and sat down next to her. We held hands, the way little girls do, and she told me she was thirteen. She was acting like such a darling ... well, I just couldn't keep from taking a chance. I spilled some milk on her, accidentally-on-purpose. She jumped up and scolded me, and said she was going to get in so much trouble for this that she didn't know what to do.
"That was what I was hoping would happen. I told her I was sorry and that I would clean her little dress for her, that it would only take a little while, and her mother would never know the difference. She was very happy with that idea and I watched her undress. I'd been good in my aim with the milk, and the little darling's panties were also wet. I told her it wouldn't be any extra trouble to wash her silk panties, too. She slipped right out of them and I had the treat I was looking for. She had a little pubescent pussy, but not very much so, and there were naked little lips there, all juicy and everything. I put her clothes in the washing machine and gave her a towel. Then I told her we'd better wash her off a little, just to be sure that her mother didn't have any idea how clumsy I'd been, and I took her to the bathroom and washed her all over. I used a washcloth. I was blushing fiercely by the time I got to her little thighs. I pushed the cloth between her legs and told her we had to wash everything, and she understood. I kind of slipped a bit, and put my finger into her fresh little pussy. She stepped back a little, but then she smiled at me and spread her legs Wide and told me she liked being 'washed' that way. I kept fingering her little cunt and getting hotter and hotter under my blouse. Finally, I asked the child if I couldn't take off my blouse and press my chest against her legs, and she said, somewhat hot herself, that it would be o.k. So I did that, quickly took off my blouse, and rubbed my stimulated, excited titties against the little child's knees and slender thighs.
"A little while went by with me just kissing her legs and rubbing, and I was wondering how far I should go. After all, the police could cause us both a lot of trouble . if they knew about it. But I took my chances and made the child bend over. Her anus was nice and clean and I rubbed my tongue between her splendid little ass cheeks. She complained at first that it tickled but a moment later she was wildly blushing, rolling her little buns back and forth around my frothy mouth. I loved feeling her up at the same time, playing with her developing titties and getting a fresh feel from her soft pink skin.
"Later, I showed her how to finger my twat. She didn't want to do that at first, either, but once she saw how happy it made me, she went right to it. I very much enjoyed having the little girl finger me, and it was a pleasure to know that she would be happy to do such a bit of fondling on my twat-penis again sometime. Before I let her go home, I kissed her on the lips with my tongue. I pressed my mouth muscle into her small face and told her that this act was called French kissing, and that if she ever wanted to do this again she should call on me at any time, just so long as my husband was not around.
"I'm quite sure she understood my meaning. By the time she left the house she was herself quite calmed down, though I was very hot. After she left I went up-stairs and plugged in my dongo wiener. I needed something to finish me off. I pressed it into my hot empty twat hole and made sure that my cunt got a good scraping, especially my clitoris. My little penis was as erect and hot as could be. It just couldn't keep down. It was flapping around and everything. And there was juice between my thighs, too. I was only four years older than that little girl, but I was a woman and she was a child. I was left with womanly needs and she went away to play and to forget about everything.
"It made me mad that I was still hot and lusty and that the little girl was out having a good time selling candy door-to-door. I ended up panting and angry and walking up and down in the room. Finally, I put on a skirt and shoes and a sweater, and I went downtown. I stood on the corner and pretended to be a hooker. Imagine that: me, seventeen, just having played with a child's twat, out pretending to be a whore. It was quite impressive to me at the time.
"I stood there on the corner waiting. I didn't have to wait long. A man in a business suit came by and asked me if I was 'clean'. I told him it was his lucky day, that I was not only clean, but that I was the first whore he ever met who was a virgin. Of course, I explained my meaning to him, what I meant by virgin. He said that he wanted an experienced woman and left me standing there.
"Next came along a man in his middle-forties, also wearing a business suit. I was careful not to tell him that he was my first (and maybe last) paying customer. He smiled at me and told me he could afford fifty dollars. I told him I couldn't afford to wait for a higher bid, so I was willing to go with him.
"We checked in at a sleezey dive across the street. He said he wanted header and everything else. I didn't know exactly what he meant by 'everything' else, but I was hot to give him some head. He had a nice big cock. I got down on my hands and knees and sucked him really hard. I was so hot that I didn't want to wait for an hour to get him fucking inside me. I made him really hot and when he said that he wanted something else I told him he could keep his lousy fifty bucks if he would fuck me. He didn't believe his good luck, I guess, and he started to leave. I told him I wasn't kidding, that I wasn't a whore, that he could fuck me anyway he wanted, but that he had to start in my twat. I told him about my ungrateful husband, about the child who left me all horny and all, about how I'd come to downtown looking for a piece of ass and thought that being a whore was a good way to get it. He smiled and then he laughed and finally, at last, he took me down on the bed and put his meat inside my ready lips. God, I thought he'd never get to doing it.
"But it was worth the wait. He had a big hefty meat, like it was filled with lead or something, and every time he went flinging into my body, I could feel that cannon ball tip slugging away at the back wall of my vagina. I loved to feel that crane of his get to cranking. He was a stranger with a big cock and he was willing to try and satisfy me.
"Of course, I helped him a little, too. I reached around and took hold of his buns, slipped my fingers up and down across his hot buttocks, and every now and then stuck a finger into his asshole. Every time I shoved my finger into his anus he went slapping his meat harder and faster up and down on my cunt. I loved feeling that mushroom head of his hanging onto my clitoris. That made me as hot as anything else he did. Of course, he used his mouth every now and then to give my nipples or my titties a little thrill, but he was good because he was really concentrating on getting my cunt hot. He used his fmgers, too, to get my ass-hole. After a little while of that fuck-stick of his, I was hot and foamy. I just started squeezing, you know, tugging? I pulled on his meat and got all that nice hot cream to get shooting into my body. It was like getting a jism injection. I came all over his beefy joint, and when he pulled that heady rod out of my body it was dripping wet. You know I went down on to it, went down on it and slipped it into my mouth holster and sucked it all up good, made it hot and juicy and clean in my face. I swallowed everything, and you know what he said when he was dressed and we were leaving? He said it was too bad that I wasn't a hooker because I was such a good fuck and had such a nice body that he would like to pay me every week to do that. I told him he didn't have to pay me at all, that I would gladly make love with a man who. really appreciated me, and I gave him my phone number at home, and told him if a man answers he should just hang up.
"Every now and then I wonder what happened to that guy and I wish I had his number so I could call up and get some more of that delicious boner of his up my cunt hole. Jesus! He really knew how to fuck, that one did. I loved it. Or maybe I was just really horny that day.
"There are days like that, when you're so horny that you just have to have something, anything, a snake would do, just to fill you up, and you cum so bad that you can't get over it, you think it's the snake, but it's really just you because you're so horny. Is it like that for men? I don't know. For women it is. I get so hot it just drives me wild. Of course, it doesn't always show the way it does in a man, but I can feel it. My breasts get hot and my legs start shaking. Maybe my pussy itches a little, or there's an extra leak of some sort. It just happens. I don't know how. Or why. I get so fucking hot sometimes. Really hot. I wish it didn't happen that way. But it does. So what can I do? ... I just have to go out and get some. That's all. There isn't much more you can do in that situation. Not really. You just go out and you find somebody and you hope he's good, or that if he's not good that at least he's nice. Not like me before. You don't get married. Not just because you're hot. No way. You just go out and you get some and hope he's nice. I don't know what else you can do."
FILE NUMBER 59764 (courtesy of Dr. William Kiernan)
PATIENT: Robin O.
AGE: 19
DIAGNOSIS: Nympho tendencies; simple neurosis compounded.
PROGNOSIS: Patient remains under Doctor's care.
"It wasn't easy for me to come here, Doctor. I hope you understand that. Just let me light up a cigarette, and I'll explain. There, that's better.
"You see, ever since I married, I've had terrible guilt feelings about my sexual behavior. As a child I was accustomed to living alone. I was the only child in my family, and my parents often left me to play by myself for hours on end. I grew used to entertaining myself, and in puberty, of course, my body was frequented with ardent desires for male companionship. I was very young when I first began to feel these longings, probably no older than twelve as I recall.
"I used to sit at home alone nights and wait for the phone to ring. It never did, not until I was much older, and I grew used to the idea of having only myself to play with. I didn't think it was unnatural, but I did feel quite guilty when I first began to play with myself. I used my fingers, one time, when I was sitting watching television. I just pulled up my skirt and began fondling myself. I didn't even think about it. I just did it. I went to work on what I knew to be my little twat-cock and rubbed it several times. Of course, I began to get heated, and blushed, and I felt my breasts going quite hot. It wasn't that I was afraid, but I didn't continue. At least not that time. But later, when I was still lonely, I gave in to these feelings.
"I used to undress in front of the mirror and look at my body. As you can see, I'm quite tall. I had a mirror exactly my height, and I used to look at myself in it. I would pick up my hair, and it was darker then than now, but still blond, and I used to tie it up on my head. Then I would play with my titties or spread out my legs and finger my cunt. Always it was in front of the mirror. I would pretend that my finger was a penis and that it was stabbing me very hard. I liked that, it made me feel sexy, and I did it quite often.
"When I got a little older and men started asking me out, I tried not to have sex with them, but it was impossible. I lost my virginity when I was fifteen. I loved that boy, and he treated me very well. We did it for the first time in his car, up on a hill, and it was new for both of us. I spread my legs out and let him put it in me. I liked it a lot, and I knew that no matter who I married, I would never be able to fuck only one boy. It just meant too much for me. I liked to get my hands on a hot hog, and I liked to feel up a man's balls. It makes me feel good, and I don't see why I should be considered sick for liking that.
"But my husband thinks I'm ill, so I've come here to tell you about it, to see if you think I'm sick too. I don't think so. But I'll tell you all about it because I feel so guilty thanks to my husband. He really makes me think I'm a quite nasty person. I don't really play around all that much, but I do like it wherever I find it, if you know what I mean.
"The first time I did it after being married was when Ralph, Ralph's my husband, went on vacation without me. I don't know what he thought he was doing, but he left me home alone for a week. As if I was going to sit around and twiddle my thumbs or something. He said he was going to a business conference in Oregon, but I knew he was taking someone with him. Frankly, I didn't give a damn, and I was sort of glad that he was lying to me. But now he makes me feel guilty no matter what I do, even if I don't do anything and even if he's out fucking his mind away.
"Anyhow, I had the house to myself and on the second day he was gone from home, I started masturbating again. I just had to get a little satisfaction for myself, and I didn't think it would lead to anything terrible. It was very enjoyable. I liked feeling myself up. I did it in bed, with some oil from the kitchen, and once I got going, it was terrific. I rubbed my titties until they were all inflamed. and excited, and then I started in on my pussy. I made sure that my cunt hole was nice and wet and greasy. Then I put my finger in it and clicked my little wet twat-cock. It started getting ready for fucking right away, but there was no penis to go in there. I felt desolate afterwards, really empty and troubled. I don't know what I did at first. I think I paced around the livingroom. I remember pulling the blinds and sitting down on the sofa in front of the t.v. and it was just like when I was a little kid and I was masturbating myself. Only this time I decided to take the aggressive. I went out to look for a man for myself.
"Of course, I dressed up very nicely, put on a nice new dress, a pair of stockings, and naturally, I'd showered and I'd shaved my legs and did my make-up especially nicely. And my dress was a good one for this purpose because it showed off my titties, and it was short enough, even with stockings, to make my legs look very pretty. I made a point of using a very expensive perfume and I went out to a club in the better part of town.
"It didn't take me long to find a good seat at the bar. I pulled up my dress so that the hem was sort of casually at my thighs. Then I had a drink and waited. I knew that if I waited long enough some lucky man would come up and have himself a nice surprise when I said yes to everything he wanted. So I just waited. Sure enough, after a little while, a fellow came up and offered me a drink, and he said his name was Drake. I told him my name and he saw my wedding ring. He asked about that and I said that it was nothing, that it meant nothing, that it never had, at' least not in the usual sense, and that I was very much interested, as was my husband, in meeting a lot of other people. He took my meaning exactly as I intended him to. He sized me up and asked if I wanted to go back to 'his place' for a little more of a drink. I told him that if all he wanted to do was drink, that I wasn't the least bit interested. So he took my hand and winked at me and said he had a water bed and plenty of accessories. I smiled and let him lead the way.
"We ended up in one of those big condominiums with the wall to wall security and the wall to wall zilch and we started out in his jacuzie. It was kind of nice being in a big swirling puddle of water with a strange man, and it reminded me of my old ideas about never being just with one man. He had strong hands, this man Drake did, and he used them well. he came up next to me in the jacuzie and slid his fingers between my legs. We were both naked, naturally, and he took a splendidly long feel of my inside tube. He worked his finger up and down in my slit and found my clit ready and quite heated. He used his digit and made sure that my little twat-cock went to flopping around. He also used his other finger to search around in my anus. It sure didn't take him long to get my asshole filled up with finger. I had an idea right then that fooling around was going to be quite involving, especially with Drake. After all; how many men are aggressive enough to finger your asshole on the first date?
"So I gave him everything in the jacuzie that he wanted. I gave him my asshole and my cunt and I let him feel up my titties which were floating along on top of the water. A little while later he took me upstairs to. his apartment and showed me the water bed. Now maybe it's funny of me to say so, but I think he liked that water bed more than he did me. First he showed me how to get into it. Of course, I had to dry off, and I had to make sure my nails weren't too long or I'd puncture it, but once we got over that part, old Drake wasn't such a bad lover.
"He turned out the lights, except for a red bulb the likes of which I haven't seen since high school, and came up onto my body. He rubbed my breasts, massaged them, and then he put his meat inside my body. It was a rather large tumescence, the sort of fuck-stick that can make a girl happy and sad at the same time, if you know what I mean, and he knew pretty much how to use that rod of his, too. He went zinging it up and down against my clitoris, which was fine, but he also went very, very deep with that meat, which wasn't so fine. It hurt a bit because it was so big. Especially that mushroom head part. It was large and it kept getting bigger. And the more I screamed and hollered at him, the more he fucked me. I couldn't get him to slow down one bit. A little while later he took his meat out all together.
"I was a little suprised by that because he'd been going so strong. But then I knew what he had in mind. He pulled me by the hips, turned me over on my belly, and he got some grease from someplace -- you know how these playboy pads are -- and he lubricated his cock and my asshole, all in about. twenty seconds. He was really fast. Before I knew it, I was committing anal adultery, and loving every minute of it. That cock stick went flying down my asshole, literally filling me up like a big constipated turd. It just spread out in there. I could feel it throbbing and making me hotter all the time. He didn't even have to work at it. I don't know how he did it. It makes me sick to think that my husband resents my doing stuff like that. It was so nice having a big meat up my asshole, I don't know what to say. Anyhow, Drake came inside me like that, really plugged me up good, and flooded the whole back of my body.
"Then he rolled me over and worked out on my clitoris with his mouth. He was a non-stop jet-propelled lover. He did it all up right. He had my clit between his lips and he thrust his tongue into my tube, and he ate me like banana cream pie. Jesus, I was hot and lusty that night.
"Well, anyhow, he took me home to my empty house and told me that the next time my husband goes out of town that I should call him. I did, too, a few weeks ago, and we had some more of the same.
"But the second night that Ralph was away I was horny again, but I didn't want it up the asshole so I couldn't call Drake. I went to a different bar because I was afraid to run into Drake or one of his buddies. I went to a place in another town all together, kind of like a tourist, and this time I took my wedding ring off so I wouldn't have to explain anything. I took a booth and waited for someone to ask me for a drink. It was a kind of raunchy bar, I found out, even though everything was new. There was a lousy band and not very many interesting looking people. In fact, I was just about to leave the place when the only handsome guy I'd seen that night came up to me. His name was Tony. He had long hair and an angled face with a thin nose. He had short cropped bangs in the front and long; wavy curls in the back. I liked that. He was young, my age, maybe, and he moved really smooth, like a tight-rope walker with no need to worry where he fell. He was always bouncing around, even when he was sitting in the booth, except when he put his hands on me. Then he was steady as a rock. He worked his fingers up between my legs even while we were just sitting there talking and listening to the music. He didn't care who saw him doing it, either, but he was on the outside, so you couldn't tell. He worked his fingers right on up between my legs and made sure he got a feel of my naked cunt before he asked me back to his apartment. He was that kind of guy, the kind of a guy who wants to know what he's getting himself into before he fucks it. I had the feeling that if he didn't like the feel of my twat he'd have told me and left me sitting there like that, with my legs spread, with my clit up, with my juice oozing, and with nothing in there.
"But he did like it, and he did take me back to his place. It wasn't anything like Drake's apartment. It was barbaric, really, empty and dirty. There were beer cans all over the place, and nothing with a feminine touch at all, not even a hanging fern or something. I had to step over old cigarette cartons just to get across the livingroom. He took me by the hand, though, and that made everything very romantic. He could feel me perspiring in my palm, so I didn't try to hide being a little nervous. It was one thing to go out with a man a little older than I was, like Drake, but it was something else to go out with someone my own age, like Tony.
"He took me into his bedroom. It wasn't any neater than the livingroom. There weren't any sheets on the bed, and there were old pornographic magazines laying around all over the place. There were rags on the floor, old pants and shoes, and lots of junk everywhere you looked. I just shut my eyes and undressed and climbed onto the bed.
"Tony had his hog out before I could say lickety-split. The sight of that one stiff muscle made up for all the garbage. It was big and thick, the kind of mushroom joint that they should have patterned all the penis' in the world after. It was thick all the way through. He wasn't completely hard, yet, either. I watched him get ready. He was taking off his clothes, the rest of them, and I couldn't take my eyes off that floping thick meaty boner of his. Jesus, it made me hot to look at that thing.
"He came climbing up between my legs and he laid down in there, just sort of went to lay down, and boom! His meat was inside me. I loved that, the way he snuck it right in. I just spread my legs and rolled back on my spine. His joint went flying down my tube, into the back canyon of the passion pit. I was all lust. I wanted to be a slut. I wanted to be easy, and this was it. I went wild. I pretended I was a whore, and then I pretended it was rape. My screams were identical for both roles. I just wailed, biting and wiggling with my cunt, chipping off his meat with my hole. I loved the feel of his young arms around me, his hot breath coming faster and faster by my ear. It was like having a little seashell up against my ear. I could hear the whole world, and the whole world was whispering in my ear, it was saying, 'I'm Tony, your new lover, Robin, and I love you, and you are Robin O., my new lover and you love me.' He was so romantic I just came all over that boner of his right then and there. I squeezed off a round of clit juice, so thick and so sweet an orgasm, that I'll never forget it. He filled me full of hot pudding. When he went to the bathroom, I dressed quickly and left him a note which told him I was married and I could never see him again, but thanks. I hope he understood.
"I tried to stay constant for the rest of the week, Doctor. I really did. I realized that my desires to have a prick in my twat, hands on my chest, fingers in my ass hole, could cause everyone trouble. I sat at home waiting for Ralph. I figured that I could at least wait three days, that I could at least wait until he got home and I could talk to him and give him some idea how terrible it was that he'd left his young teenager wife at home alone. But I couldn't wait completely.
"I got out a dildo which I keep around the house and I rubbed myself with that. I made myself cum. It was two nights after Tony, three nights after Drake. I was alone and masturbating. I felt guilty, sure, but I wasn't about to wait around forever. I had to have some sex, just something to tide me over. It was the best night's sleep I'd had in three days.
"I meant to have a talk with Ralph when he got home. I really did. But somehow it didn't seem right. I mean what was I going to say? Could I just come out with it: I've been out sleeping around and I think you should know? It wouldn't work for me. I kept meaning to tell him, but I didn't.
"One night a couple of months ago he decided to go out with the boys. He was going to play cards or something. Just for the hell of it I called the number. There wasn't any game there, no cards, no group of men out for he night to gamble and pass the time. So I knew he was out playing around and I didn't really care. But I wanted to get something of my own, too. It didn't seem right that I should have to sit home and be horny with him out having a good time. It really made me pissed off, you know what I mean?
"So I put on a nice skirt, my heels, and a sweater which showed off my chest. Any fool would have been able to tell what I was up to. I went to a bar on the East Side. I picked up this guy who was awfully cool. He was young and he said he was a writer, a writer for the movies. He had a lot of neat ways of saying thing, and I liked the way he looked at me sometimes. He took me back to his apartment and we drank some brandy.
"We were sitting there on his couch, and he pressed his hand around my leg and kissed me. I pulled his hand up between my legs, sort of to show him that I wanted more, and to show that I wasn't wearing any panties. He got a little start when he felt my nude bush. But after that it was smooth sailing. He rubbed his finger up between my little flesh leaves. I liked the way he was sort of tentative at first. He didn't just assume I was going to ball him. No, he took his time, he was deliberate: he made sure I was really hot and really wanted it before he pressed himself on me. But I was the impatient one. I got so hot just thinking about what we were gonna do that I couldn't wait any longer. I asked him if he had a bedroom someplace.
"He smiled and took me by the hand. We went to his bedroom and I undressed and so did he, once he saw me doing that. He took one look at my titties and whistled. He liked the nipples, he said, the way they were big and hot and red. It was nice to hear him say that, even if it was just a line from his scripts or something. I may be young and impressionable, but I think he meant it when he said he liked my body. And if he didn't, I liked being touched by him. His hands were cool and soft. They went up and down my body, along my thighs, along my hips, up my chest, and he grabbed off my breasts to massage them for a little while. I liked that, the way he pushed and pulled on my nipples, and the way he kissed me. We were standing up all that time, and that was very sexy.
"Of course, I felt a little guilty for not being with Ralph, but then he was out with someone else, no doubt, and there was nothing I could do about it. I ended up on the bed with the screenplay writer. He really knew how to use his legs. I mean he got one leg up between my thighs and he rocked it up and down against my twat. That was a nice thing for him to do. It got my clit going. That made me hot. I greased up pretty well, just from the stuff inside my vagina. It kept flowing out. He really made me feel sexy. He had big strong arms. I was surprised. Most writers and those kind of people don't strike me as strong or sexy. But this man was. He knew how to move and all. He pressed his fingers around my titties and it gave me chills. He rubbed his leg between my loins and I got so hot that I had to have his penis inside me. I reached for it and was going to put it in, but then I decided to give him some header first.
"He seemed to like that. He lay back with one leg up and with the other spread out. I was able to get both of my hands around his nuts. I liked having that full scrotum between my fingers. I had his cock in the other hand. I had the head of his meat in my mouth, and my tongue was doing a number on his balloon shaped mushroom head. It was really big, that spongy cap was, and really hot. I kept pressing my tongue against it, from inside, feeling it and sucking it hard. Jesus, I like to suck cock.
"Anyhow, I got him pretty hard. He said so himself. He even said he'd never had head like that. Of course, that made me blush a little. I thought maybe I was acting too hot, or too lusty. But I was really pretty horny and all, so I guess I didn't care too much what anybody thought. I was also a little drunk. That brandy he gave me was pretty strong stuff. That, and his penis, well, I had plenty of stimulation for my body.
"I ended up sitting on his prick. I just sort of sat down on it. After I blew him it only seemed natural. Is it bad to sit on a guy? Does it mean I'm too manly or something? That he's a fagot? I don't care what it means, Doctor. I just like it. I like having a fat meat in my crotch, and that's what he gave me, all the way up inside. I can still feel it. He pressed out the folds in my vagina, better than dry cleaning, better than spray starch. He had one of the stiffest tools I ever got. He used his hands to play with my hips. He made me go terribly fast up and down on his member. I liked that, rocking up and down like a horse on a merry-go-round. It made me sexier than when I began. He reached up with one hand, once I got going, and teased my nipple. He did it like he loved to make love. I liked that, liked having him like sex. It was nice.
"Another time I went down on a guy just because he looked pretty to me. I don't know if you knew that a man could look pretty to a woman, but he can. This guy was a friend of Ralph's. My husband wasn't around and I felt like doing it. I just asked him: 'Would you like some head?' He sort of smiled and blushed and I rubbed my fingers across his joint and told him I meant it. He smiled again and undid his pants. He told me to hurry because Ralph might be back. I went down on my hands and knees and pulled his prick into my face and sucked him off. Right there in the kitchen. I just worked his meat up and down with my fingers, squeezed it a couple of times, and off he went, down my throat. I swallowed every drop. After he was done squirting he asked me if I wanted him to do the same, or if I wanted to fuck or screw or something, anything. I said no, that I just wanted to give him a little head, that was all. He said he didn't believe it, but he was satisfied.
"I did the same thing with a woman one time, too. I was talking to her about married life, about how boring I thought it was. She commented that I had a very trim figure. I told her that I thought she had a much better figure, and that I'd love to eat her sometime. I don't know why I said it. It just slipped out. I didn't take it back. She smiled and said she thought I was kidding. I said no, that I wasn't kidding, that if she undressed right then I'd eat her out. I didn't give a shit what anybody thought. She undressed, sort of like a challenge to me. I didn't care. I spread her legs out and gobbled at her clitoris. It only took a little while and she came right off in my mouth. I could see it. Her cunt was wobbling and swallowing up and down and working like a flesh sandwich with no meat in it. I thought it looked sort of funny, the way it was empty and all, and I just kept eating her until she said she'd had enough. Then she asked me if I wanted something like that from her. I said no, that I was just, trying it out. She said she couldn't believe me and I said I didn't care if she believed me. To tell you the truth, Doctor, having seen that girl's body, I think mine's better and if I had it to do over again, I wouldn't have eaten her. She should have eaten me.
"But I don't regret it. I don't regret anything I've been telling you. I have nice smooth skin and big tits and I like fucking. I don't know why people make a big thing about it. One time a guy said he'd give me money to fuck him. It was at work, in the office where I go now from nine to five. Every day it's the same. So I said yes, I'd take his hundred dollars and screw with him. He liked that and said to meet him at his little apartment that he keeps in the city. I said no, that if he wanted to do it -- I already had the money and he thought I wouldn't give it back -- we'd have to do it in his office, on the carpeting in there with the door closed, with the sound the typewriters tapping away, with people buzzing on the intercoms, with all the muzak pouring in and numbing us, that that was the way I wanted it. He smiled -- just like everyone else -- and said o.k.
"He took me into his office and said that it seemed like an exciting idea. I told him I thought it was a necessary thing, like "Doing It In The Road," and he said he didn't give a shit about politics. I said I did and gave him back his money and laid down on the carpet. You can keep yer money, I told him, but you still have to fuck me right here, and I'll probably yell and scream so you better turn up the muzak. He did that and then he undressed. He locked the door first. I pulled up my skirt and pulled down my stockings. He took one look at my bush and nearly went crazy with desire. I have a nice hole, Doctor. Sometime I'll have to show it to you so you know what I'm talking about. Anyhow, he went down on my cunt lips and sucked me off. He kissed my elk and made me cum that way. Then I worked out on his joint, right there in the office. It didn't take long to get that guy's meat up there. It was a big lollypop kind of hardon, bigger at the tip than anywhere else. I jammed all over it, used my tongue to make him hot and wet. A few minutes later he was cumming in my twat. It was good, really good to lay there with my panties and stockings down and listen to all those other suckers out there in the office slaving away and me with my pants down and this big hot hog fucking me. I don't think I'm so sick, Doctor. I really don't.
"Another time I did it with that same guy. I took all my courage with me and went into his office and locked the door behind me. I didn't say a word. I just crawled down between his legs with the door locked and went in there and pulled out his penis. He tried to talk to me, to say that he liked what I was doing, to try and get me to say something, anything. I wasn't interested in hearing his bullshit, so I reached up and put my finger over his mouth and made him shut-up. Then I went back to sucking on his throbbing erection. When he came, I swallowed it all down, every drop of that sperm juice. I didn't say anything when I left the office either. But first I sat down on his sofa and pulled up my skirt and played with my clit. I worked my clit up and down. He came over and sat down next to me and tried to put his hand in there between my legs. I wouldn't let him. I told him to go back and sit down, that I was getting what I came for. I stroked myself and made myself orgasmic. It only took a minute or two, and it would have taken forever if he'd had his way. I thanked him and left. That was all I said. I never asked him for anything or did anything with him again. It was finished. I used him just the way I wanted to. I think that's pretty smart of me, don't you? I don't think that's sick at all. I think that's what American society is all about, and I'm not afraid to say that it has something to do with sex, either. I like it that way. I don't mind stroking myself off, cheating on my husband, eating out a woman, sucking off a little boy.
"Did I ever tell you about the little boy I sucked off? He couldn't have been any older than nine years old. He was darling. He had freckles and nice tanned legs and thighs. I liked looking at him. He was a neighbor's child. One day I inivted him into the house and had him strip down. I made up some excuse or other, and he seemed not to mind. He was a very forward child, and though he wasn't even pubescent, he was aware of sex. I didn't mind telling him what I had in mind, though I certainly didn't put it in adult language.
"I had him lay down in the middle of the livingroom floor. There I climbed between his little legs and took his cock in my fingers. It was small but growing large. I licked him several times in a row. He told me he liked that, that he liked to have me play with him that way. I said that if he kept a secret, our secret, I would lick him like this whenever it pleased him. I got an erection out of the boy child, and before long his muscle was big and strong. I had no intentions of having him screw me, but I didn't want him to go away unsatisfied. I was sure to suck him until he couldn't do anything but squeal and shoot off his immature sperm. I don't even know if it was sperm. Something came out of his cock muscle. I don't know what it was. His face was all red and heated when he left. I knew he would be back. And so he was, the next afternoon, just after Ralph left from lunch at home. The child had waited, because he knew about my husband, and because he knew Ralph would not approve, and then he came in. He came in and asked me to lick him some more. I said I would be happy to do that. He undressed quickly and told me that the boys at school called what I was doing to him a 'blow job' and 'suck'. I told him it was just kissing, and that he shouldn't go boasting to his friends like that, that it would get us in a lot of trouble. He said he wouldn't and I sucked him off some more. His little penis, after a few more such sessions, started to get stronger and bigger. Every erection was an exciting time because it was always bigger than the one before it. His muscles were stretching and growing daily. I liked that, watching and helping along in his sexual development. I liked to have his meat in my face.
"After every such sucking I would bid the child good-bye and go to my room and masturbate myself. It was just different than what Ralph and I did, not better. I liked it a lot, just like I liked fucking, screwing in my cunt or in my anus. I liked sucking the child because it was something new and different, and it occupied my time. I know that Ralph thinks I'm sick. He knows now about all the people I've been balling, about the child, about the man at work, about the bars, about all of it, and he thinks I'm sick. It's mostly the child, Doctor. He thinks because I would suck off a little boy I must be sick. He's willing to tolerate the idea that I ate out a woman one time and that's not so bad, but he doesn't like thinking about me doing it with a little boy. He's the one who's sick, I think, sick with jealousy, or something.
"It bothers me that I can't fuck who I want to when I want to. I married too young, I guess. Maybe I just needed more experience. But I love Ralph. I love it when he comes into bed at night and puts that meat of his into me. It gives me energy for the next day. I like to swing my hips around and around and squeeze on his joint. It makes me feel super good. I'm married. But I'm young. I'm energetic. I need a lot of sex to keep me happy. Ralph can't do it for me. He can, but he can't. It's not that he doesn't fuck me enough, it's that I want to see the world. Part of the world is other men. I just feel that way. You know what I mean? Is that so bad? I don't think so. I like fooling around. It makes me feel guilty, but I like it. I like to get my hands on fresh hot cock, and I'm not ashamed to say so.
"If I felt bad getting married so young, guess how bad I'm gonna feel when I'm divorced once before I'm twenty. That's what Ralph wants. He wants to divorce me just because I like fucking. Maybe you could talk some sense into him, Doctor. Maybe you could tell him I'm just going through a phase. But it's not a phase, not really. I know I'll helping out with a lot of men in the future, and I won't be afraid to try and make them sexually happy. I like men. I like to make love to them. I like getting their big hot fuck-sticks into my body. I guess I'll be getting divorced.
"I'm out of cigarettes. I better come back and tell you some more about this next time. See you then.
"Oh, Doctor? Do me a favor? Don't tell Ralph I was here, o.k.? I mean don't tell him what I told you. I really didn't tell him anything yet. I lied about that part. He doesn't know. So don't tell him, alright? Please?"
FILE NUMBER 44449 (courtesy of Dr. Jane Manning)
PATIENT: Rita M.
AGE: 18
DIAGNOSIS: Fantasia syndrome complicated by hysteria; some latent hostility.
PROGNOSIS: Intensive treatment will benefit this young woman.
"I'll tell you what I think about him, alright. He's an animal. He's scum. He's worthless. That's right, he's a wart on a big toe, he's the dirt under a lizzard shit. He's not good for anything. I had to marry him. My parents made me. I don't give a damn what anyone says, he's an ass hole. He mistreats me.
"Last night. Just last night! He beat me. Not so you could see it, but he beat me. I swear it.
"Whatever happened to the good old days, Doctor Manning? When men were everything they were supposed to be? Maybe Pm just being rotten. I don't know. Maybe my husband's not so bad. He hit me because I was being a bitch. But I wanted him to fuck me and he wouldn't do it right. I mean he just went and stuck it in and that was all. It wasn't satisfying at all. I don't know what to say. I just felt like a fish. Maybe I'm frigid.
"But I have a nice body. That's for sure. I was looking in my mirror this morning before I came here today. I have a really nice body and I don't see why I'm so unhappy. I held up my titties and looked at my nipples. They're big and they're brown and the tips are cherry. What man wouldn't like my nipples? And my legs are smooth and soft. I have nice loins. My husband tells me that all the time. I don't see why we can't just get along. But no, he's got to call me a bitch and make me feel low. I don't know why he does it. He just does. I don't understand. 'I have a nice cunt. I looked at my cunt in the mirror. Does my language offend you? I don't mean to offend anybody. I just want to be happy. I looked at my vagina in the mirror. It's nice and, well, it's hairy! I like the way it looks. I have a hairy vagina. And the lips are nice and smooth. It's not like I don't get juicy. I don't just stay dry when he fucks me. God knows that. But I don't get off. That's just it. I don't get off. He fucks me and I don't get off. That's why I cheat on him.
"Do you know what he'd say if he caught me out with another guy? He'd say I was a lousey fucked up bitch. But it's his fault, really. Isn't it?
"Maybe not. Sometimes my pussy stays dry. Some-times I just don't get hot at all. It's not right, I know that. But I still have to try. It's not all my husband's fault. Sometimes it's me, I know that. But with other men, well, it's different. It's the way it was when I first met my husband. My heart beats faster, my legs get hot and lusty, and I perspire. I get turned on. It's super!
"The first time Lever did it with someone other than my husband was with my brother-in-law. He was just visiting. We have a little place. It's really a shitty apartment. It's nothing you'd want to look at. And Benny, that's my husband's brother, he made some foul comments about the place. He just said something nasty about it, like what a dump or something. I hated him for that. I told him he was a pig to say something rotten like that about his brother's apartment. He slapped me. He hit me hard. I didn't like it. I called him a fool, just like his brother, and he pushed me down on the sofa. He shoved me into the corner and reached down between my legs. I told him he better watch out and he laughed.
"He felt me up. He stuck his finger in there. I tried to fight him off, but it wasn't any good. He just kept coming. At me, at me, at me. He rubbed one hand between my legs and felt up my thighs. He used the other one on my chest. I diddn't know what to do, to give in, to fight, or what. It was rape, absolutely rape: But I went along with it. He got a finger in my pussy and I got really hot.
"He told me he liked me after a while. He was getting hot and he wanted to make sure that I went along with him for the ride. I wanted to see if he fucked the same as his brother or what. I don't know. It wasn't so bad.
"He took me into the bedroom and made me get all undressed. I did that, and he did the same thing. He had a big hard-on. Right from the beginning he had that big erection. I was frightened of him. I didn't know what to do. It was strange, being scared that way and wanting it at the same time. I sort of cowered on one end of the bed. He came stomping over with a smile on his face. 'Come on,' he said, 'you been wanting this just as much as me.'
"He took hold of my titties, lifted them up and let them go flopping. I told him to be nice. He patted me on the head and treated me like a little girl. I didn't like that, but I had my eye on his boner. However mean he was being, he still had a big cock, one that I wanted to sink my teeth into, my vaginal teeth, that is.
"He wanted me to suck him off, so I did that. Not that I like giving head. It gets me hot, but I don't always like it. I don't know why. Sometimes I get really hot, and sometimes it disgusts me. I did it, though, I licked his meat and, stretched it out and ate it like a corncob. Up and down I went, streaking across the meat with my mouth muscle. Well, it didn't take long for Benny to get hot. He got fuming hot. His meat was all steamy, and you know how a man's balls get tight when he's really turned on? How that skin gets all goose bumps and everything? Well, that's the way Benny's crotch was. All over. Goose bumps and chills. I felt good about that. If I was going to fool around for the first time I wanted it to be good for both of us. I was mellowing out.
"He got on top of me, pushed me, pushed me down on my back and rubbed his prick between my breasts. It felt all hot and tender against my skin. He poked into my titties and he licked my nipple every now and then. He moved like an acrobat. He was double jointed or something. His meat was everywhere at once. I couldn't keep track of him.
"Pretty soon, though, I knew exactly where he was. He was down there between my thighs, just like his brother, making me with his beef stiff and hard and hot. He pushed it right in. It was throbbing and all before I could even think about it. He shoved and got it all the way back. I could feel the thickest part of that penis of his, the big base. It was making me open up at the lips. I felt so wide and so big. It was amazing having that thick meat in me. It was just like his brother's, only different, too. I liked it. It was hot and poking. It was like being branded on the inside of my body. It made me feel especially good when he reached around my behind. At first it tickled, and then it was nice and fresh, and then it went deep. His finger, that is. It went up inside my anus. Oh, God, I'll never forget' that. That's one thing his brother never did. Up my asshole. He made me turn over after a little bit. He took his finger out of my asshole and made me turn over. I did it, but I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know people did that kind of thing. I thought it was only in books or something. I'd seen pictures and all, but I thought maybe it was made up or something. He pushed his joint all the way in there. He used grease from my cunt to do it. He wet himself down and pushed it in. I screamed so loud that a neighbor started banging on the walls, telling us to shut up. I didn't know what to do. I had to be quiet, but he had that thick rod up my little hole. It was driving me crazy, making me feel terrible and great at the same time. He made it better when he went under and got my clit.
"Then I blacked out. I don't know what happened. I came to on the sofa in the livingroom. I was wearing my robe. My asshole hurt. Benny was pouring hot tea
"Pretty soon, though, I knew exactly where he was. He was down there between my thighs, just like his brother, making me with his beef stiff and hard and hot. He pushed it right in. It was throbbing and all before I could even think about it. He shoved and got it all the way back. I could feel the thickest part of that penis of his, the big base. It was making me open up at the lips. I felt so wide and so big. It was amazing having that thick meat in me. It was just like his brother's, only different, too. I liked it. It was hot and poking. It was like being branded on the inside of my body. It made me feel especially good when he reached around my behind. At first it tickled, and then it was nice and fresh, and then it went deep. His finger, that is. It went up inside my anus. Oh, God, I'll never forget' that. That's one thing his brother never did. Up my asshole. He made me turn over after a little bit. He took his finger out of my asshole and made me turn over. I did it, but I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know people did that kind of thing. I thought it was only in books or something. I'd seen pictures and all, but I thought maybe it was made up or something. He pushed his joint all the way in there. He used grease from my cunt to do it. He wet himself down and pushed it in. I screamed so loud that a neighbor started banging on the walls, telling us to shut up. I didn't know what to do. I had to be quiet, but he had that thick rod up my little hole. It was driving me crazy, making me feel terrible and great at the same time. He made it better when he went under and got my clit.
"Then I blacked out. I don't know what happened. I came to on the sofa in the livingroom. I was wearing my robe. My asshole hurt. Benny was pouring hot tea and brandy down my throat. He told me I had to wake up before his brother got home or the cat would be out of the bag. I did everything I could to come around. After a little while I knew what had happened. It had been too big a cock, but I had cum, too. It was like that that first time. It was just too much pressure, too many things for the first time, and I passed out.
"The next time I fooled around it wasn't that bad at all. It was different. That's all. Just different. I met the guy at work. He was the manager at the restaurant. He had dark hair and nice hands. Sometimes I like a guy just by his hands. He was nice to me, not like some of the other managers. I have to work different shifts at the restaurant, and I always tried to get on Stan's shift. That way I knew it would be fun. He was always nice to me.
"Anyhow, one night my husband couldn't pick me up from work. He was too tired or something. I don't know. I wanted to get home and my husband couldn't pick me up. Stan offered me a ride. We went for coffee or some such thing and we started talking about music. He said he liked folk music and he played the guitar. He said we could go listen to some if I wanted. I said it was late, so just for a little while. I still had on my waitress clothes. I went with him back to his apartment.
"It was a nice place. He picked up the guitar and played a song oz two. I just sort of looked around and made myself comfortable. He offered me pot and I took some. I smoke all the time. I like coke better, but it's not available very often at work. That's where I get the stuff I use. I don't use that much, just when it's there.
"Anyhow, he gave me some of his grass. It was really strong. I got zonked in about five seconds. Just two puffs. I don't know why, but I felt like letting everything hang out. I just started taking off my clothes. Do you believe it? Grass never did that to me before, and it never did it to me after, but I undressed. He just sat there playing his guitar and smiling, watching me get naked.
"Then I came over and sat next to him. I let him finish up his song. Then he set the guitar aside. I saw right away that even though he was singing while I undressed, he had a hard-on. His pants were getting big. I liked that. I reached into his trousers and found his meaty stick. I said: 'You sing really nice, Stan. I like that.' I squeezed his joint. He looked at my big naked titties. He took me in his arms and kissed me. It was sort of cornball, but I liked it: he picked me up in his arms and took me into the bedroom. He carried me off to bed! Can you beat that? My husband hasn't done that ever, not even on my wedding night.
"It was so romantic! It was fun. He undressed in the dark. But even in the dark I could see his big boner when he pulled his pants off. I could hardly wait to get his prick into my mouth. This was one of those times when the idea of giving a blow job seemed like a good one. It wasn't unattractive to me at all. I wanted to press that big muscle of his down my throat. I wanted to make him come in my face, in my, asshole, in my cunt tube. He just looked so nice to me. I told him so and he said he felt the same way about me.
"He climbed up on the bed and I got into position to suck him off. I rubbed my tongue up against his meat tip. I used my mouth muscle like a carpet for his penis to step on. I rubbed and licked and sucked all of his meat into my face. Jesus, it was nice! Do you know what I mean? You're a woman, Doctor, and I'm asking you if you know what I mean about sucking a man off. Isn't it the greatest when you like him a lot?
"I know, you can't say anything because I'm a patient here, but I'll tell you something, sucking off that restaurant manager changed my life. I might have been young, a teenage bride. and all, but I was having the time of my life becoming a teenager cheater! I was too repressed before. I wanted romance and I found it in that man's crotch. It was delicious.
"I ate out his asshole, too. Are you surprised by that? I was. I just asked him if he wanted it, and didn't say no, so I went ahead and did that. I licked that space between his buns and ,l licked out his little brown hole, too. He squirmed a lot, so I think he liked it. He started breathing hard, too, so I guess I knew he was getting and hotter and hotter.
"I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I wanted to be clean for the rest of the fuck. I did it a couple of times, brushed my teeth and washed my mouth out. Then I went back and spread my legs for him. God, he went wild. He jumped down on my meaty little twat and pressed his tongue against my clit and slid up and down with it. His chin was pressing against my flesh gates, and his tongue would go down there and lick every now and then. My clitoris got so hard I could barely stand it. I had him fuck me then. I demanded it. I needed it. He put it in and went right to work really fast.
"What a feel that fresh boner of his gave me! It just filled me up all the way. It was like the kind of a prick you wait for and when you finally get one up your hole, you just can't believe it.
"I'm glad I can be frank with you, Doctor Manning. Because when I was a little girl I didn't have anyone I could talk to. Now I'm not so little any more and I need to tell someone about all of this kind of thing. It makes me feel a little more at ease to know that you don't mind if I tell you some of the things that have happened to me.
"That time with Stan wasn't the only person I ever cheated with. I mean there were other men. And it's important that I tell you about all of them. I mean, I really did want to be in love with just one man, with just my husbnad. Call it being too romantic, or call it being stupid, but I wanted just to fuck him, just to have him be the only man in my life. I don't know why. Maybe it's old fashioned or something. But it's true. I loved him so much, and I still do. But I have these other feelings, cravings, and so many men see that.
"Then there's the other side of it, too. There's the times that guys make passes at me. I might not even be thinking about sex -- but that's not very often -- but they come up to me and make me think about it. It's hard for a girl, you know?
"But I like it, anyhow. I like having been a teenager bride. It made me feel proud. I'm still proud. There's one guy, a guy I went to highschool with, who I never fucked until after I got married. Do you believe it? We were always seeing each other, always talking about it, but not until after I got that ring on my finger did I fuck him. Isn't that something?
"It happened really strange. My husband left me off to go bowling with the girls on my night off, and after I'd bowled a couple of lines this guy Denny -- he's the kid -- he came up to me and tapped me on the shoulder. I was really happy to see him. He's a really far out dude, you know what I mean? He's always got something nice to say. He's my age, too, which makes a difference sometimes. He said he liked the way I was wearing my hair that night, which wasn't anything special, really. It was just stacked up on my head and all. But it was a nice thing to say, though. It really made me feel good. I even blushed.
"I guess maybe Denny knew right then something about our future that even I didn't know. He just sort of smiled at me and I smiled back.
"Well, the next week the same thing happened. I went bowling and Denny was there afterwards. Instead of calling my husband for a ride home, I just let Denny take me home.
"Only, I guess you know what I knew: we didn't go home. He took me back to his place. His parents were away, and he wanted to show me something. I knew that he didn't really want to show me something, at least not something besides you know what, and when we got there he left the lights out. It was dark and kind of romantic, being led by an old boy friend through his house and to his bedroom. I had to hold on tight to his hand in the dark. We got to a hallway of some sort, and he stopped. He turned around. Even in the dark I could feel his breath on my face. He was breathing sort of hard. I knew he was going to make a move, as they say, that he was going to kiss me.
"I licked my lips so they'd be a little wet and waited. He pressed up against me, pushed me up against the wall and used his tongue to kiss me really hard. I liked it so much. I just couldn't hold back any more. I told him I wanted him to make love to me, that I was sorry I'd waited so long, that I needed him as much as I needed my husband, sometimes even more. He whispered nice things back to me, too, between kisses.
"He used his hands to rub my breasts, to press my nipples. He took a minute or two to get my blouse unbuttoned, and I was wearing a bra, so that took some time. I just kept breathing harder and harder. Finally, he got the buckle undone. What a relief to let my tits out for a breath of fresh air. He squeezed them both at the same time, rubbed my mammaries and made me feel good that way. I told him that I wanted to lay down someplace, and he said he wanted to wait a minute. He brought his leg up between my legs, and he pressed the top of his thing into my crotch. It rubbed up against my cunt. I could feel my clit going wild, starting up and my chest heaving and my titties getting so damn hot. It was going to be crazy, Denny and I, me and Denny making love in his parents' empty house. It was really going to be crazy. I could feel it coming.
"Pretty soon he had my pants undone at the zipper. I wasn't afraid to use my hands, but I couldn't get at his crotch because we were standing funny. I told him if we were to lay down I could make him very happy. He said he was pretty happy this way, but that we would lay down in a minute. Once he got my pants down he slid along my stomach and kissed my hips. I didn't think that Denny was the kind of guy who would kiss my clit, but he did. It was delicious. I'd do it again today if I had the chance. He just seemed to know how to make me hot as a fire. I loved feeling his face between my legs. It was lucky that I shaved that morning.
"After a while he said we should go lay down. I liked that. My pussy gushed so much juice, just standing there. I knew it would be lusty if we got into bed. So I followed him, he was still holding my hand, leading the way in the dark, and we went to his bedroom. He insisted on keeping the lights out. I didn't mind as long as I had his body close to mine. We undressed and got into the bed. He asked me if he needed to use a rubber or something. I reached down and squeezed his cock. I told him ever since I got married I had been using pills. I could sense him smiling in the dark when he found out he was going to go 'bare-back' as they say.
"He let me touch him now. It was easier. I reached down with both hands. I wrapped my fingers around his balls, and the other hand I used to tug on his joint. I rubbed the head of his meat with the flat, palm of my hand. I went in light, little circles around on the tip of his pecker. He breathed heavily, so I kept pulling and rubbing his balls, and playing with my fingers against his prick. I rubbed up and down and milked it. I liked the feel of his penis in my fingers.
"Pretty soon my heart was beating like a metronome set at full speed. I had to get that beef of his inside my face. I climbed down between his legs and put it between my lips. I sucked it for a long time. I thought for sure he would cum off in my mouth, but he didn't. He had a lot of endurance, Denny did. I really liked him for that. He could last nearly forever. I kept sucking him and playing with his penis or his scrotum. Sometimes I ran my finger up and down in that space between his buns.
"He has a really nice ass. I could feel that in the dark. I liked touched him there. It made me feel very intimate with him. I don't think it's wrong to feel that way about a man's bottom. It's very personal. I enjoyed touching his rump.
"I think Denny felt the same way. He made me feel so soft. The way he played with my fanny stimulated my twat. My pussy juiced because of how he fingered my little hole. Some of the time he used one finger on my clitoris and another on my rear hole. I was good that way. Of course, I couldn't give him very good header because it was hard to concentrate when I was feeling so good.
"When my legs started quivering I knew it was time for the real McCoy. My breasts were awfully hot, too, and my nipples were sticking up. I just had to have his big hot dog inside me. So I told him he had to fuck me right away. He just smiled and kissed me. Then he rearranged himself, and me, so that he could climb aboard, as they say. He just took one powerful stroke and sent me reaching out for the bedboards. His meat was so big and friendly a muscle that I had to hold onto something or I'd scratch his back into shreds. I have long nails and I knew I was feeling sort of randy, so I didn't want to hurt him or leave any marks -- not that time, anyhow.
"I grabbed the back of the bed, over my shoulders and went spread eagle for him. He started slipping his rod in and out faster, pumping harder. I screamed at him about how nice it was, about how I always loved him, about how I wanted to have that joint of his up my tubes always. He just kept grinding away, cool as a cucumber, hot as a dildo. It was delicious. He knew how to get that meaty boner going next to my clitoris. He knew how to use all that juice flooding my canal. My interior flesh chilled with the touch of his joint against the walls, in the cracks and crevices, up and down my channel. I reached around and grabbed his swinging hips. I held on for dear life. It was the only way I could keep my cunt in position.
"A little bit later, when he started slowing up, I got the best feel of his organ yet. It was moving, sliding like a snake, in and out of my pussy, filling me, leaving me empty; filling me again. This tremendous stroke and thrust of his created a deep craving in the back of my vagina. I wanted the tip of his cock to fill me, the mushroom head to explode within me. I wanted him to plant me with his sperm juice -- only a full load of cream pudding would send me the rest of the way into orgasm.
"I bore down hard, squeezing my cunt muscles, heaving my chest at his face. I screwed him as much as he screwed me. It's wrong to think that men do all the fucking. I fucked him as hard as he fucked me. It was like that that night with Denny.
"I rocked my hips and swirled my pelvis. My pussy cranked across the head of his penis. That mushroom crown blossomed within my belly. If I didn't know it was impossible, I'd swear that penis flesh came out of my mouth -- that's how good, how fat and hot his meat was. I rolled up and down, bounced him on my smooth stomach, and before another stroke went by, he exploded. I juiced all over his squirting muscle. Mutual orgasm -- that's what it was. I knew right then, the way I was cumming and shouting, and the way Denny was enjoying himself in my vagina that I wasn't frigid, and that I'd married the wrong man.
"Maybe that's a terrible thing to say, but that's how I felt about it. Just the feel of Denny's hands around my face, him kissing me on the lips afterwards, how gentle he was, how kind -- well, I don't have to tell you, Doctor, what that can mean to a woman. It was the nicest thing that happened to me.
"And then something terrible happened, too. He turned me over, and with no break at all, he just pulled my fanny cheeks open and stuffed that slippery wet muscle of his down my rump. I didn't believe it. It was so sudden, so startling -- it drove me out of my mind. He went all the way down, drilled all the way in, and refused to stop no matter how loudly I complained. It ached a lot. He had that thick meat, all greasy and wet from the first fuck, all the way into my bowels. I didn't know what to do at all. It nearly killed me. I thought I'd die.
"He reached around my waist and grabbed off my clitoris. He poked my vagina with one long middle finger. It was as though he was searching inside my pussy for something that neither of us knew existed. He kept going in and out like some sort of fish, like an eel, snaking out my pussy while he rubbed his phallus into my asshole. It was killing me and I screamed. He didn't stop rocking in my butt until his penis squirted off a second time, flooding my asshole in the same way he'd spilled into my twat, with hot jism.
"After that I rolled off of his spike. He willingly let me loose. Before he held me tight. It meant something. Now I was free to move as I pleased. I leaked from both holes at once. What sperm and ooze had not yet drained from my pussy now puddled on the sheets and left a snail-like slime on my thigh. From asshole spilled a brackish liquid the color of fecies. Every inch of my tube burned and ached. I flinched every time I moved to adjust my position. It took an hour of merely laying there for me to catch my breath: I hoped and prayed that my husband had not called the bowling alley in order to determine where I was. It would be a disaster if he found out about me and Denny.
"Denny took me home, after I showered, and said that he hoped I'd see him again. I did see him again, several times. And it was always the same. He would fuck me with luscious abandon in my twat, never cumming until I myself had sprayed a hefty feminine orgasm all over his meaty stick, but then he would take that same spear and flush it down my asshole until I thought he was tacking me down to the bed. It drove me crazy.
"I still believe I should be married to Denny instead of to my husband. I don't know what to do about it today, though. It's just one of those things that happens, I suppose. It seems like a waste. I don't know what to do, how to get my life ordered right. I enjoy fucking though, and I know I'm not frigid. That must count for something, eh? I can cum whenever I want to, and that's good for something. Isn't it? Isn't it good that I can have an orgasm, Doctor? Isn't it?"
FILE NUMBER 1OO21 (courtesy of Dr. William Khron)
PATIENT: Christine H.
AGE: 16
DIAGNOSIS: Hystieria reaction; minor lesbian tendencies; some second degree sexual Vision.
PROGNOSIS: Outlook good this physician suggests play therapy.
"My husband thinks I'm a slut. I do everything he wants, and he still thinks I'm a slut. He says it to my face. I don't like it anymore. It used to not bother me, but now I think he believes it. He used to say it with a smile. Now he sneers. He says: 'Christine, you're a slut. Hee, hee, hee.' He laughs like that. His voice gets funny and cracks. I don't like it anymore.
"I don't know why I listen to him. He never says any-thing different. He says he loves me even though I'm rot ten. It's not very much fun. When we first got married it was great. He used to talk dirty to me. That's one reason I liked him. He knew all sorts of nasty words, and he turned me on that way. One night he would make up a scene, and we would pretend. I was the whore and he was the john. That was one game. He used to make me do strange things to him in those games. He would make me sit on his face, or he would make me lay on his belly with my back to him. He would have his penis between my legs with my back to him. I could reach down and touch the head of it. It was like I had a penis, and like he had a cunt and breasts.
"I think it was weird. I don't know what you think, Doctor. You never say anything. How do I know what you think? It's terrible. I know what my husband thinks. He thinks I'm a slut. Maybe he's right. I haven't been what they call a 'good' girl. I go out and drink sometimes. Sometimes I play cards with the girls. It makes me relax, sort of. I like to watch how they try to bluff. It's funny. Girls can't bluff very good. Sometimes I watch them breathe, the way their chests rise up and down.
"Then I go home and look at myself in the mirror while my husband sleeps. He works hard, so I just play with myself in the mirror while he recovers from working so hard. I watch myself jerk my clit, or I put my finger in my anus and look at that. Maybe it's because I have a nice body, but I like looking at myself. I'm glad I'm not blond like so many other girls. I like having dark hair. I know my legs are pretty. Even other women tell me that. They think it's because I'm young, but I know it's not. Nice legs run in my family. Mother had nice legs, and so did her mother. I've seen pictures. We all have that same little fanny. I wish I hadn't married so young.
"Of course, my husband doesn't feel that way. But I don't think he knows I fool around on him. He calls me a slut because he likes to debase me. I don't mind. I liked it at first.
"Now, though, it's boring. I look for other men to do that to me. You know what I mean? I look for men to debase me. I like that sometimes. I met a guy one time who wanted to shit on me. I don't do that -- just once. It was so messy and all ... I don't like it. I like having a girl pee on me. I did that once. I was really high. Boy oh boy, was I ever high. I was so loaded I didn't know up from down. I was at a party. Everyone was loaded. There was more LSD and junk at that party than they have in the drug stores. There was a live band, too. It just confused me. I was so fucking stoned that I couldn't see straight. You ever get that way, Dr? So stoned you couldn't tell left from right? It's weird.
"This girl came up to me. I never saw her before. I didn't know where my husband was. I couldn't figure out what she was saying to me. Everything was in slow motion. I could see her mouth move. The words were clear liquid. I was really fucked up.
"She took me by the hand. I remember moaning something. I said I had a husband. She looked over her shoulder at somebody behind us. I looked too. It took a long time, but I turned my head. It was my husband. He was smiling at another lady. The girl who had my hand picked up my ring finger. She pulled my gold wedding band off and threw it in the punch bowl behind us. I tried to get it, but somebody cut in front of me. The girl kept pulling me by the hand. I don't know where she took me. I heard her say 'Nice breasts.' It kept echoing in my head. Over and over again: 'Nice breasts'. Then I heard something else: 'Smooth. So-ooo smooth!" That echoed next to 'Nice breasts'. I must have been really fucked up. I think it was the punch.
"Next thing I knew I was on my back in the bathtub upstairs. She was up above me. I don't know where my clothes were. The tile in that bathtub was cold. The girl had a nice pussy. I remember looking up and saying that: 'Nice pussy. Here little pussy. Nice little pussy.' But I don't know what I meant. I had one hand in my crotch, and I reached up at her with my other hand. 'Nice pussy,' I said. I just kept repeating that. She had long smooth loins, and she was fiddling with her snatch. I think I was playing with my clitoris. I don't know how I got there. I was swimming. Every time she said something it was like liquid pouring out of her mouth. It always shined and echoed. I didn't know where I was. I mean I knew I was in a bathtub, because it was all cold white porcelain. I looked up and I felt something hot. It was urine. It was making a racket when it splashed on my belly. So much noise from one little tinkle -- you wouldn't have believed it. It was amazing, all gold and hot and everywhere it went it was like a nugget of hot liquid, spraying me. I didn't know what it was. Just hot and yellow, gold, liquid, pouring down on my belly. I looked up and she was gone.
"The next thing I knew the liquid on my body was not gold and warm. It was silvery and cold. It was a shower. Someone had turned it on. It made even more noise. It was raining on my naked body. I don't know why they made it rain in the bathroom. It doesn't seem right. It didn't seem right. It was so cold. I just laid there, closed my eyes again, and tried to keep from being cold. My body was shaking. My cunt was warm but everything else was cold. Somebody reached down and washed me. They washed the gold stuff off and put white creamy soap all over my naked body. I felt funny, slippery and greasy. The soap was like whip cream. It was so thick and foamy. I couldn't tell who was washing me. There were lots of hands, or maybe there were only two hands. I don't know. I would open my eyes and everything was blurry. Then I'd see clearly, absolutely so clearly that it looked like everything was coated with a thin sheen of oil. It was sharp, like under a microscope, or through a telescope. My whole body felt alive, warm, and foamy with the soap.
"Then the pair of hands disappeared over my face, to the faucets, I guess, because the water went on again. At first it was a cold shower, all over my naked skin. Then it was hot and bubbling. It was hot water rinsing me off. Finally, the water was gone. I was standing in somebody's arms and they were drying me with a towel.
"He sat on the toilet seat and dried me like I was a little girl again. It was a blue terry cloth towel, and even though I was sixteen and married I felt like an eight year old child in an adult's hands, a little girl getting dried off by her father or somebody. I turned around when he put my breasts in his fingers. It was my husband and he was taking care of me after that girl urinated on me. He wasn't saying anything, but he had a nice smile on his face, and he was very pleasant. He gave me back my gold band, put it on me.
"Another time I did something strange. It wasn't at a party. It was after work. I didn't go straight home. I stopped at a bar. I didn't know why. I just wanted a drink, I suppose. I went in and sat at the counter. The bar tender asked me how old I was. I said I was old enough to drink. He started to make a scene. Somebody came over though, next to me, and sat down and said the bartender to get me whatever I wanted. It was a man named Charley. He owned the bar. He said that if the cops came they'd close him for serving me, but it seemed like it might be worth it.
"He was kind of cute. He had on a thickly stripped tie. He wore a button down blue Ivy League shirt, and he had on a herring-bone tweed jacket. He had a mustache and dark hair. Like I said, he looked cute. He had good eyes. I asked him why he ran a bar, and he asked me back: 'Why don't you come home with me?' I smiled and said I was busy. He took my ring finger and pointed to the band. With this?' he asked. He laughed. 'I've seen more inspiration in a frog.' He laughed again and started to walk away. I followed him.
"He knew I was there, dragging my ass behind him. But he didn't turn around. He just kept going. I followed him into the back room. He had a couch there. I took my ring off and put it on the desk. Then I sat down next to him on the couch. He loosened his belt, as though I weren't even there. He said he hoped I wasn't jail bait, and I said for him not to worry about it, that since I was married I couldn't be jail bait. Or at least it couldn't be proved. He smiled because he liked that.
"I reached into his crotch and felt for his muscle. It was soft when I found it, but not for long. I rubbed his penis through the trousers. He just lay there with his legs spread and with me rubbing his penis. It was fun to do. I like to have a penis in my fingers. I reached to undo his belt and undid it. I had him sit up so I could get his trousers down. He had a big hard-on under there. It was very large. I couldn't see anything else, just that big boner. It was something all together different for me. I didn't know what I was doing. I crouched down between his legs and pulled on his muscle. My hands brought the head of that meat to my lips. I pushed my tongue out at it, wet it down, and then I put the head in my mouth, all the way in, so that it tickled the back of my throat. It was spongy. I liked that. It was nice and easy to get my lips around. I sucked him off. He came pretty fast, in my throat, and I swallowed it all down.
"I thought it was all over. He stood up and took off all his clothes. He locked the office door. He said that we had some unfinished business to do. I smiled but I didn't know what he meant. He went to his desk drawer and took out a tube of lubricant and a gun, a small pistol. He had all his clothes off and he came over and told me to get all of my clothes off. I didn't dare say no. He looked less cute than before. I remembered stories about women getting shot up in the backrooms of bars. I was really a little scared.
"I got undressed. I think Charley could tell I was scared. He came over and said that as long as I did what he wanted everything would be o.k. He told me to bend over. I did that. He took some of the grease and spread it around on my fanny. He said I had a nice little rump, that he liked the shape of the crack especially. I thought that was nice, but didn't know what to expect. He kept sliding the lubricant up and down between my buns. Sometimes he put his finger in my hole there, and it felt good, but I was still frightened. Then he picked up the gun. I don't know how I knew it was the gun. He put it up my asshole. I felt that cold thing in there. I didn't dare ask him if it was loaded. I just kept bending over and saying to myself that I hoped I never met this man again, that he never saw me ever again anywhere if I got out of that place alive. He pushed the gun up there, but I was so frightened I didn't feel anything. It was cold and all, but I didn't feel it until later, until after we got out of there.
"He took the thing out and I thought I was gonna die from relief. I kept seeing myself blown all over the place, and now I knew if he was gonna do something like that it wasn't gonna be right then, so I felt a lot better. He took his penis, which was nice, and he rubbed that between my buns. I felt a lot better. I was beginning to feel a lot better all the time. There was no way that I would enjoy having sex with him now, but I felt better and better all the time. I waited for him to stuff my asshole with his cock, but he never did it. He shot off really fast, just juiced along my back. Then he fingered my anus a little bit, and then he pulled on his pants.
"He said he wanted to take me home. I told him I had my car. He said he'd take me home. I didn't want to argue with him, so I got into his car with him outside in back. He drove pretty fast. Then there was a siren behind us and a cop pulled him over. He took us down to the station because this man Charley had some sort of warrant out for his arrest. I didn't know what it was, but because I was only sixteen I had to call my husband to come and get me. He came down right away. He didn't say I was bad or rotten or anything. He just bailed me out and took me home. I never felt better in my life. Of course, I promised myself that I would never do something so stupid again. I would never fool around on my husband again. Not with guys like that Charley around.
"But that's what I always say. I went about a month without getting horny for some different meat. I couldn't help it. It was just like that. I would get up in the morning and go to work and get hot and horny. For around a week I tried to kid myself, tried to say that my husband was enough. It wasn't that he was bad, it was that I wanted more. I went out looking for it again.
"This time I found a boy who was about thirteen. I was in my car and I saw him on the street. He looked really handsome, even though he was only a young boy. I just had to have him. I circled the block. He was playing alone on a basketball court. I stopped the car and pretended to be waiting for somebody.
"Pretty soon I decided to take a chance. I got out of the car and walked over under the basket where he was playing. I started kidding him, saying that I could play better ball than that with one hand. I had my heels on so I kicked them off. He knew I was kidding, but we started playing together. We shot some baskets and I asked him if he wanted a ride home. He said sure, why not.
"I took him in the car toward where he said he lived. But then I drove in a circle around his block. I told him we could go someplace together if he wanted to. I pulled up my skirt so he could see my leg. I stopped a few houses from his and said that if he wanted to we could go someplace and he couuld play with my thighs. He was looking at me and trying to decide. I told him he could play with any part of me that he wanted to. He laughed and said he didn't believe me. I showed him my pussy, showed him where it was, anyhow, and said he could even put his thing in there if he wanted to.
"I think that's what convinced him that I meant it. He wasn't afraid that I would hurt him. He just didn't believe me at first. But then he decided that it might be fun, I suppose. He said o.k.
"I drove down to the beach, and I kept driving up the coast until it got dark. It was sundown and it was important to me that it be dark. I didn't want anyone to see me kissing a little boy, and I didn't want to get into trouble. He knew what I was waiting for. We parked and played the radio, looked out at the ocean, and then when the sun was completely gone and it was all dark, I locked the car doors and took off my skirt. He could see that my pussy was wet and he asked about it.
"I had to explain a lot of stupid little details. Then he took. off his pants. He was pubescent, and he had a hard-on. I liked the looks of his muscle. It was thick, and it was red and pretty hot. I touched it with my fingers. He wanted to see my breasts, so I took off my blouse and my bra. I wondered if he would suck on my nipples. He looked at them and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. I told him he could touch me anyway he wanted to.
"I laid down and he knelt on the floorboards along-side me. He touched me with his fingers, on my tithes, and on my stomach. At first I didn't tell him anything. I just let him touch me. Maybe because he was thirteen it was fun for him just to tickle me. He didn't know that when he was moving his fingers lightly over my body, touching my breasts and my stomach and between my legs that it was making me hot. He was just getting a feel of me, trying to figure out what a woman was. He was playing with my nipples and my pussy with one finger and getting an idea of who the strange woman was.
"My breasts became very hot. I knew that I couldn't last long. I asked him if he might let me show him something that would feel good for me. He said that would be nice. I took his hand and rubbed his finger against my clitoris. He noted how wet it was, said something about juice, and rubbed his finger on his own. I let go of his hand and let him keep rubbing my clitoris. He did it like a little scientist, well-trained and ready to experiment, anxious to please. Meanwhile, I started stroking my titties. I rubbed my nipples and he saw me doing that. He took his other hand and did that to one of my tits. He rubbed my nipple and my pussy at the same time. He worked on me like a man would have, only he was very innocent, very young, and it was very new for him. I liked teaching him how to please me.
"Then I made him climb up on top of my body. He pressed his little boner -- it was actually full-size and thick, but I liked to think of it as little -- against my leg. He rubbed his young cock meat up and down along my thigh. I felt chills start rolling around between my legs. He knew what was happening, that I was getting hot, that he was getting hot, but he wasn't sure about putting his penis in my vagina. I wanted him to do it on his own because I remembered how it was for me the first time.
"After a little while he was blushing and gasping, and he wanted to climb upon me all the way, wanted to mount me. I didn't know what to say, exactly, so I leaned down with one hand, reached for his penis and rubbed the hearty mushroom head against my clitoris. That took care of it. From then on he was on his own.
"He shoved his cock into my body. He pushed it against my clitoris, against the roof of my vagina, and all the way inside. I started moving slowly. He was so young and fresh. I'd been afraid to put my arms around him but now I couldn't resist. I wrapped my hands around his soft bottom and pushed his sex knob into my flesh gear. He liked that and started breathing heavily. I had his smooth cheeks in my hands. I rubbed them with my fingers, massaged his ass and made sure he was very hot and very lusty. I could feel his boner beginning to throb inside my cunt hole. It was going to be quite juicy. I asked him if he knew what it meant to ejaculate and he said no, but that he knew something was going to come out of his penis. I said that he was right, and I took his face, his young manly face, in my hands and I pressed my tongue up into his mouth. It was the first time I had kissed the boy, the only time, and he came, he shot his sperm when I did that. I milked all the pudding out of his penis and into my twat hole. It didn't take long. I could feel his teenage stick rolling in my cunt tube. It was very nice to know that I was taking his virginity. I'm quite sure that no other woman had ever made love to him. He was too young, too childish in many ways, but his penis was nice and stiff. I rubbed him with my hands while we kissed and while he squirted his jism into my body. It was like an injection of child flesh. I loved doing it. It gave me a great deal of pleasure to fuck that little boy, and I'd do it again, even knowing what I know now about what happened afterwards.
"I took him home to his house and the police were there. They asked me all sorts of questions. They asked where we'd gone, and why, and who I was, and all that kind of thing. I should have known better than to let the boy off in front of his house. I was just as young as he was, though, so they figured it couldn't have been too bad, whatever it was I had done. One of the policemen thought I was cute. I heard him saying to one of the others that he thought I was pretty and cute, but then someone discovered my panties on the floor of the car. I hadn't bothered to put them back on. I didn't need to, I'd figured. I'd just go home and change.
"Then they came over and talked to the boy and I separately. I didn't mind that. I knew I'd never see the child again. The boy didn't tell them anything, and neither did I. They took me home, one policemen in the car, and he tried to make a pass at me, but I showed him my ring. I didn't believe he could be so forward like that, after everything they'd been trying to say about me.
"When I got home my husband came out and met us on the front lawn. He had a worried and depressed look on his face. One of the policemen answered his questions about where I had been and what I had been doing. Of course, they could only guess about that. But they told him about the little boy. He pretended not to make anything of it.
"When we got inside, and the policemen had left, he sat down with me. He wanted to talk. I told him I'd better take a shower first. He followed me into the bathroom. He didn't call me slut or anything. He just watched me undress and get into the shower. He watched my titties bounce up and down, and saw me scrubbing my cunt. I wonder if he saw the baby juice from that pubescent boy coming out. I don't know if he did, or if he needed to see it. He could tell my titties were hot, but maybe they were up like that from the shower -- he couldn't have known for sure because of that. I showered pretty quickly and got out and let him dry me. He always toakes good care of me when I'm in trouble, but he always calls me a slut some other time, usually just when I'm beginning to feel good again. I don't know what to make of it, Doctor, of me and my husband. I think it's something strange. I don't know what it is. I think maybe it's that we're very young. I haven't been married long, but I think it's because my husband and I are so young.
"I don't have many friends. All my friends were in high school. They were young lovers and all, and they didn't bother to get married. Now they have different lovers. I was lucky that I graduated high school early. I was able to get married and not worry about it, about getting my degree and all.
"One teacher even asked me out. I went with him. It was before I was married. But I was engaged. We went out secretly. It had to be secret. I was going to be married, and he was a teacher. It was nice. It was our own secret. He took me to a fancy restaurant in a nice part of town. He bought me wine and a good dinner. My parents and my future husband thought I was out . buying wedding things. I was just with this teacher. He took me to a movie after dinner. I thought that was very nice, very respectful of him.
"Then he took me home to his apartment. He had a very nice place. It's even nicer than where I live now that I'm married. He had a lot of good stereo equipment that he played for me while I was there. We even listened to some rock and roll. I told him that I was surprised that a teacher would listen to young people's music, but he explained that he was always a rock and roll fan, and that he'd probably listen to it when he was old and grey, even.
"I liked that, and so when he touched me on the thigh I let him keep going. I was willing to go all the way with him. I think he knew that. I took his hand, the same way I took the young boy's hand, but it wasn't necessary. He knew exactly how to make me hot. He went sliding his fingers down between my legs and working with my pussy. It was nice to have someone who knew how to make me hot play with me. It wasn't like with my husband. He knew more than my husband knows now, even. He just knew exactly what to do with his fingers, how to get my little clit up and how to get my nipples warm and tender, and what to do with my legs, and everything.
"I got so hot that I didn't know what I was doing. I started pulling on his penis. He told me not to do it so hard, and then we both undressed. We went into his room and he had a big brass bed. I spread out on it and giggled a little. I think some of whatever it was we had been drinking was going to my head. I like to drink.
"Anyhow, he started playing with me really a lot, now that we were naked. He rubbed his prick against my chest, around my nipples and up against my face. No one had ever done that to me before, and I liked it. I liked seeing that penis meat up close. I pulled it into my face and sucked on it. I rubbed the mushroom head part with my tongue. He started breathing pretty heavy, so I took his muscle out of my face. But it was too late. He started squirting on my cheek and in my lips and all. I didn't know what to do. I just laid there and pulled on his thick muscle every now and then. My pussy was pulsing and I didn't know exactly why.
"When he was finished ejaculating I licked him a little, just to let him know that I liked to watch him with a big boner like that. I didn't dare say it, but I licked it up, like a little puppy dog, I went licking on his meaty penis. Gee, it was nice then.
"After that he got another erection. I was glad, too, because my vagina was very hot, very lusty. I knew I needed another taste of that muscle. And I wanted it in my hole, not in my mouth. I pushed him down so that he would be between my legs, but he knew exactly what he was doing. He took both hands and reached around behind me, under my fanny. He took one bun in one hand and one in the other and spread me out that way, spread my legs by pulling on my little fanny. I just opened up wide and he cracked me like an old cherry log. His big muscle went sliding all the way up inside my canal. Gee, it was big and hot. He knew really well how to get me going good. His meaty tip hit up against my clitoris, and that just made me so hot that I couldn't do anything except scream about it.
"He kissed me, and I wasn't sure if he was kissing me because he wanted to put his tongue in my mouth or because he wanted me to be quiet. But I didn't care. I kissed him back, ate his mouth, and gave him my tongue. He was wonderful, or his big penis was wonderful. I don't really know him at all, but I'll never forget about that cock of his. It was like having some sort of thick thing inside me. I didn't feel empty anymore. Once he got that joint up in there, I felt like a real woman. I know I was only a high school student then, but I felt like all the real ladies in the world just because he put his penis inside me like that.
"Pretty soon I started pulsing and all. I could feel my insides start squeezing. You know how that is when a woman starts juicing and squeezing. I get sort of hot and lusty thinking about it. Just having that teacher put his penis in my pussy made me so fucking hot that it was amazing. I liked the feel of that thing, the way he rubbed it up and down in there, and I liked grabbing onto it with my muscles. I was really soft and wet. There was plenty of juice. I think I had my first orgasm that night, right then on that teacher's hog.
"I don't want to mention his name because it might get him in trouble, but he was really nice to me anyhow. Afterwards, he took me home and kissed me good night. I knew I didn't love him, but I sure did like the way he screwed me that night. So I invited him to my wedding after graduation. He gave me a kiss on my cheek after we said our vows, and my husband sort of looked at him like they both knew.
"Maybe it doesn't matter so much if you're young and stuff. I mean maybe my husband calls me a slut, and he'd call me that even if we're elderly people, just like my teacher said he's gonna listen to rock and roll when he gets old and grey. It makes me depressed to think about that. I'd rather think about fucking."
FILE NUMBER 25882 (courtesy of Dr. N. Gulyas)
PATIENT: Susan R.
AGE: 17
DIAGNOSIS: Severe sexual reaction formation.
PROGNOSIS: Undetermined outcome.
"I got married young. I don't regret it. I regret a lot of other stuff, but not really. It's funny, you know. I'm a pretty girl and all. Lots of guys tell me that. I have nice legs and a pretty ass, and I have big fifties. My nipples are always right, and my pussy's got a lot of zing and zest. You know what I mean, man? I mean, it's far out the way I am right now. It's just really cool.
"That stuff I regret? It happened a long time ago. Three years ago, even. It started when I was in high school. I don't know why I did it. You mind if I smoke? I don't give a shit anyhow. I'll just smoke anyhow.
"I was a kid, right. You know, I was just getting my period. I guess maybe I'd had my period twice or something when I first did it. He was a nice kid, you know. I thought he was super. He played the guitar in the high school. He had a car. What more could a junior high girl ask for?
"I'd seen him around and all, you know, going around with other girls and stuff, and I liked him. I had all these fantastic ideas of what it would be like to go out with a musician. I wanted to get his cock is what I wanted to do, but I didn't even know it. So one night at a dance he was playing at I made a point of going up to him during a break. I stuck out my chest at him and said that I thought he was far out. He said that he liked people who liked his music. I didn't tell him that I thought his band had worms, just that I liked him. But I let that go. I wanted to get into his pants so bad I was willing lie about his trashy music. Shit, half the fucking time they were off key. I don't see why he though he was such a good muscian and all. But fuck, I didn't care about that at all.
"I got him to ask me out that night. He was older so he could get beer and stuff. We started out in the back of his van, just drinking with some of his buddies. They were always talking about how neat it was to get this riff going; or to get some solo out, and I just kept drinking the beer. I don't think they knew I was only fourteen -- I looked a little older than that.. Anyhow, after a while, he took all the other guys in the band home and we were alone. That couple of beers had really started my brain a buzzin'. I wanted to see what his cock looked like. As soon as the door shut and the last guy was dropped off, I oved over and sat next to him in the front seat. I put my hand on his leg and said, 'Oh, man you are really far fucking out. You know that? You really are.'
"He looked at me like I was a little crazy, but that didn't stop me. I just kept sliding my hand up and down his leg. I didn't want to be one of those girls who goes through a lot of shit losing her virginity. You know what I mean? I just wanted to get my man and get myself a cock in my pussy. Of course, I didn't call it that, but that's what it was.
"Well, I rubbed his leg and all and he was driving me toward my house. But he was also getting a nice boner there, and that's what I was looking at. He pulled up someplace when I finally got it on to take that thing in my hand. It was hard to get a good grip on it through his trousers, but I kept rubbing it anyhow. He was having a tough time getting parked, but I just kept playing with his thing. It wasn't my fault if he didn't know how to park his fucking van.
"Finally, he got the truck pulled over and he was ready to get things going on his own. He took me in the back of the van and showed me his fold out bed. It was really cool, at the time, sort of ahead of everybody else. He folded the thing out, and it was pretty comfortable. We laid down on that thing and he started pawing my chest. I really liked that a lot, even though it was only the first time a boy ever touched me there. He rubbed his hands across my chest. I had to help him a little, because he didn't believe I was willing to go all the way that night. I guess he knew how young I was or something. I had to undo the buttons on my blouse, and I had to take off my bra. Of course, I don't wear a bra anymore, but back then you had to or you were some kind of two-bit whore or something. You know what I mean?
"So I got my chest naked and all, you know, so he could see my nipples and my breasts? And he looked and he said that I had one of the nicest bodies he'd ever seen. That was a really terrific thing for him to say because I was a little nervous. Then he went feeling me up, rubbing his hands up and down my chest, pulling on my nipple, teasing them with his lips and his mouth and all. I liked it. Boy, did I get super fucking hot. My chest started heaving up and down, and my legs were getting all hot in between. I didn't know what to do, so I just kept kissing him, and rubbing his legs and playing with his thing between his legs. But then I realized that he still didn't know that I was wanting it in my tube, so I had to get his belt undone and get his cock out of there. It took me a while but I did it.
"Then I had what I wanted. I had that first piece of beef in my hands. Boy, did it feel nice. I rubbed it with my fingers, and I played with that mushroom head, rubbing it up and down on the shaft, making sure that the top part was getting tickled and rubbed and all. Then I cupped his balls with my hand. That was nice for both of us. I liked the feel of his big scrotum in my fingers, and the way his penis just kept getting bigger and bigger when I rubbed it. I rubbed his loins and his thighs, too. It was really nice to watch that boner of his get bigger. The mushroom part of the stalk got the biggest. Boy, was it ever nice.
"He worked on me, too. He rubbed my legs, but I war wearing levies. When I was ready, I undid my jeans and pulled them off. I have nice pretty smooth legs, and I had a tan back then. He rubbed my thighs with his hands and went close to my mound with his palm. He went up and down on it, rubbing and pressing his figners into my panties. Pretty soon I was drooling from my slit. I just couldn't help it. I didn't want to because I thought maybe it was wrong to get wet like that. What did I know? But I couldn't stop it at all. There was just no way to keep from leaking like that. My legs were getting really hot, especially my thighs, and my pelvis, too. He just kept rubbing up and down on my pussy mound. My lips started opening up under the silk panties, getting wider and more and more open. I didn't know what to expect. Jesus, I was getting turned on so much that I was ready to scream. Finally, he started working my panties off my legs.
"He started by just slipping his fingers into my bush and playing around in there. He finger fucked me for a long time, with my panties still on, rubbing and pressing into my little lips, and never knowing that I was a virgin at all. He just keep feeling up my cunt hole and getting me hotter and hotter. It was as much the rubbing on my legs as it was the pressing in my cunt hole. Anyhow, he finally got it on to get my panties off. He pulled them down around my ankles and all the way off. I was huffing and puffing and trying to get at his cock. He went down to eat me a little bit, and I guess I got his penis in my mouth.
"It was super to have a real penis to suck on. I'd thought about having that boy's prick for a long time, but I never thought it was going to happen for real. But there I was, holding onto that fuck stick by the shaft, sucking on the head with my lips, and to top it all off, better than my dreams, he was doing something with his tongue and my clitoris. After a few minutes I was getting too damn hot. I just had to have that penis of his inside my tube.
"I turned around and showed him how hot I was. He just looked at my face and pressed me out flat. I lifted my legs up, spread my loins out wide, and made my whole pussy open up for him. He took his cock and put it down inside my vagina. He rubbed it into the back, and when he hit my ribbon he didn't even notice it. I hardly noticed it myself. It was just a little tug, you know, nothing noticable. Maybe he thought I had a bump in there or something. But he just kept pounding and rubbing his penis in and out of my tube. It was all soft and wet, and there wasn't any bleeding from the virginity shit. I just had a good time. I know some girls don't have a good time that first time around, but that wasn't how it was for me. For me it was really fucking good. I was hot and greasy, and his penis was big and thick and fat. It was giving me a good screwing. I got really turned on and I liked the way it felt. He sucked on my nipples while I came on his penis. I know I wasn't the best fuck in the world that night, but I sure had one of my dreams come true. He came inside me, showered me with jism, and I liked that a lot. It was really bitchin' to think about how a baby could have been made that night if I hadn't started taking pills when I was thirteen. It was really something to think about. I think I loved that guy.
"Afterwards he took me home. You know what? I saw him a few more times and I didn't like him anymore. It had all been sex. His music stank. Sometimes he had breath like bug-spray. He never washed, and he always talked dirty. I think his secret ambition was to become a germ. I didn't want anything more to do with him, but I didn't have anyone else whose cock I could suck and fuck with. Boy, was I horny or what?
"I broke up with him when one of my uncles came to stay at home with my parents. He was a really nice uncle, one of those kind of guys who travels all around and pops in with about an hour's notice? Anyhow, after a couple of days of his being around the house, I knew I was gonna get it on with him. Don't ask me how I knew that, I just did. I knew I was gonna get that big cock of his a d suck it.
"So l broke off with the musician. Then came the big weekend. I was still fourteen, but since my uncle was in town, my parents agreed to let my stay home alone for the weekend. They were going away. You know how fucked up I got about that. It was wonderful.
"First thing that happened was that Uncle Ed asked me if I wanted to go out to a dress store or something. He was trying to be nice. He didn't know that I was gonna fuck his brains out for him. I said that I had plenty of dresses, which wasn't quite true, but that if he wanted to give me a back rub I'd like that. Sure enough, he came over and I spread out on the livingroom floor and he started massaging me. I liked that. He had big strong fingers and he really knew how to rub my shoulders, and how to get my muscles all stretched out and all. It was very pleasant.
"I felt my insides starting to crawl. It was like I had worms or something. I wanted that prick of his. I had to have that torch scorching me. I hadn't seen it, but I knew because he was older that he would have to have a big muscle. I wouldn't wait for it. I turned over and showed him my chest. I had a blouse and cotton white shorts on. My legs were all over the place, and my titties, even though I was on my back, were sticking out. I told him I wanted my chest rubbed. That no massage was any good unless it included the chest, too. He started rubbing around my titties, but he was careful not to touch them, just to rub the space between. He was pretending that there was nothing happening between us.
"Ha! That's a laugh, isn't it? Here's this fourteen year old bitch telling a forty year old guy to rub her titties and he's pretending that nothing is going down. I couldn't believe it. Anyhow, I took his hand and put it where I really wanted it, down between my legs. Uncle Ed nearly fell over. He didn't know what to say. I told him that I wanted a little more that a massage, really, and that I thought he might feel the same way. He smiled and said something about how if he stopped to think about it he really did feel a little tied up and that maybe a massage was just the thing to get him feeling loose again. I knew I was on my way, then. He took off his shirt and showed me his hairy chest. He's a big man, strong and muscular. I liked looking at his manly nipples, rubbing my hands through his hairy body. It was a lot of fun. He kept massaging my pussy while I rubbed his chest and his back and shoulders. Pretty soon my cunt was getting pretty wet, even through the shorts, And he took me to my parents' bedroom and shut the door. He set me down on the ege of the bed, and I spread my legs.
"But I saw he was getting undressed right away. So I did the same, slipped out of my blouse and shorts and all, and when I turned around and saw the size of Uncle Ed's boner, boy was I shocked! I just couldn't believe that they grew that larger. It was a big flesh banana, bigger than any of my fingers, and much bigger that the musician's penis. It was just really thick and really long. I don't know how to describe it. It looked like a tree trunk to me. I just fell on my knees in front of him and sucked it right up. I used my hands to get that huge meat into my face, and I rubbed the sides of the thing with my fingers. But my tongue and my lips did most of the sucking. I worked his organ up and down in my mouth. Pretty soon he was banging his hips at me, making my face with his cock muscle.
"My titties were getting hotter and lustier all the time. My nipples were sticking out, and I could feel chills running up and down my stomach. Of course, you know my pussy was leaking like a fire hydrant. I got up off my knees and told Uncle Ed to bend over. I wanted to try something. Pd never done much in the way of reaming, but I just wanted to try it. After all, Ed was my second man, and I wanted to get used to a lot of different things before too much time went by. He leaned over and showed me that dark groove of his. I pressed my tongue down into the hole and ate him out for a little while. I think he liked it. It was slippery and wet when I let it go.
"He stood up and pushed me down on the., bed. He said I was a hell of a little bitch to be left alone with. He kissed my nipples again and again and rubbed that meaty phallus of his up and down against my thighs. I was smooth, and that penis meat was spongy and strong. I reached down for it, and I pressed it up between my labia lips. I landed my uncle's joint right where I wanted it, right up against my clitoris. God, did it feel good or what? I nearly went out of my gourd for it. Jesus, that was nice.
"First he punched me with it. I mean he stroked all the way down inside my hole with it. I couldn't believe how hard he went. It wasn't at all like the way it was with the muscian. It was just a sturdy cock meat, and on a man who knew how to use it, it was terrific. He went in and out for about fifty strokes. I was burning up inside my pelvis. I was just so damn hot. There was juice coming out of my pores. I don't know how I did it, but I came. I just popped off. It came from somewhere way inside my vagina. I wasn't expecting it, but my twat walls started squeezing and milking his cock, and all of a sudden, I felt this steam of juice, little pellets of jism I guess, rubbing at the back of my hole. They kept popping up against it, rubbing it, making me hot. Jesus, that was nice. He really did know how to fuck.
"Well, we spent the weekend like that. We fucked in every part of the house in every part of my body. I mean everywhere. One time Uncle Ed even did it up my asshole. God, I thought I was gonna die. It was so big, so tough, I just nearly keeled over from it. I was on my hands and knees, and he sort of snuck up on me. He just pushed it right in, into my little asshole, and he nearly broke my butt off. It was so fucking fat there, I felt like I was taking a shit or something. But it was nice. He reached around in front and played with my clitoris at the same time. I loved it. It didn't take long at all. I just came and that was that. I don't know why, but I like it both ways, up the asshole and, up the cunt. Thanks to my Uncle Ed I knew when I was fourteen what sex was all about.
"Well, things went pretty good for me that whole weekend, like I said, but before my parents came back on Sunday night, Ed said that he had to be moving along. Just like that. He was going to some other town on business, he said. But I knew he just didn't want to have to look at my parents, at my mother, his sister, and think to himself that he'd fucked her daughter. I didn't care so much, except that I knew I was going to be sad not to have that big meat of his around. I knew there weren't many guys at the school who could fuck like that. But I kissed him goodbye and that was that.
"Around a week later I got my first dildo. A friend of mine from school gave it to me. Her name was Sally. She said that the dildo was good for anything a cock was good for. I asked her if she'd ever fucked before, and she said no. I knew she didn't know about real cocks, or she wouldn't have said that a dildo was just as good. But it was nice. I waited until my parents went to sleep that night, and then I put that thing between my legs and turned it on. T was worried about the noise it made, but shit, I couldn't be concerned. If my parents came in and saw me masturbating, that would be their tough luck. I rubbed that thing in and out of my body until I was turning into foam. It was great. I started moaning and all and thinking about Uncle Ed's cock. I knew right then I had to get a steady boyfriend, one with a big muscle who knew how to use it. That's what I wanted. I finished myself off, and I decided that night as I went to sleep that I would get myself a big man, a strong one, one who liked to fuck.
"It took some doing, but I found him. He worked in a cafeteria in downtown. He was the manager of the place. He wasn't much to look at, and he knew I was pretty young. But he also knew that I knew about sex. He just looked at me and seemed to know. I pretended that I was very innocent until he asked me back to his apartment. Then I let him have it. I went all out with him, trying to get him all hot and everything.
"It didn't take much. He had a big boner within about five seconds after I started rubbing his cock in his pants. He got up and undressed, and so did I. Then he took me into his bedroom, which was a mess, and I told him he needed a woman around the house to get things in order. He agreed, and then he kissed me on the lips. He pushed his tongue in and out of my mouth and he pressed his hands against my boobies. I was getting to have nice nipples, nice and hard and big. And because I was still in puberty, I was still growing bigger titties. It was nice to have him rub me, and all, but I knew, somehow that he wasn't the guy I thought he was. I went down on him, though, and used his penis for everything I could get from it. I rubbed it against my tongue. But it wasn't the same anymore. Now that I had him, I didn't want him. But I fucked him that night, gave him my meaty little cunt because I was so horny, and for the next year, whenever I wanted to get laid, or to have a piece of prick up my asshole or something? Well, I just went over to his place, and he was ready and 'willing every time. Once he asked me to marry him, but I told him I couldn't, I was too young. I didn't see him after I turned fifteen. It was kind of a resolution, one that I stuck to, you know? I didn't want to get trapped and all. I had my fucking, and now I wanted to go out and maybe fall in love or something.
"Well, it was that same week that a rock and roll band came to town. They were big. One of the guys there was Neon Russum. You know him, eh? Well, I went right up to him and I told him that I was horny. This was between sets. I just said, 'Hey, man, this here is one horny bitch. You interested in sawing off my antlers?' Old Neon looked down at me and he smiled and then he told me to meet him in his dressing room after the show. You know I was happy about that.
"After the show I started back stage. I had to get passed about a million dorfs. And twice as many pigs. They were all standing around, and I had to convince each and every one of them that Neon Russum wanted to see me. Finally, I was just about to give up when he came out and saw this cop sending me down the platform in the opposite direction. He came through and told the cop to let me come back to his dressing room. Boy, was I happy or what?
"He had about ten different kinds of booze there. Oh, by the way, there were about a dozen jealous girls who watched me go off with Neon. It was great to know that every one of them wanted to be with him, and I was the one he chose. It was really bitchin'. All those girls were from Dover High, my high school, and none of them could say two things to me after that.
"Anyhow, he had lots of junk in his dressing room, lots of liquor and drugs and all sorts of little shit to play with, like desk toys and things? And his guitar was leaning up against the wall. He said he'd play me a tune but he was really tired. I told him he was great and that I really loved his music, and this time I meant it. He thanked me and asked me how old I was. I lied causer knew if he found out I was fifteen he wouldn't do shit with me -- jailbait and all that rot. So I told him I was eighteen, and maybe since I was wearing a short skirt and my blouse was a little loose and he could see my legs and my breasts, maybe he thought I was eighteen, or maybe he didn't care anyhow.
"But he gave me the address of his motel across town. Then he pulled me up close to him and gave me a kiss on the neck and said that I should be sure to get over to the motel room as fast as I could, that we were gonna have a really hot time that night. I smiled, kissed him back, and told him I'd be there before he would. We went out together, but we left the building separately. We took different cabs, and then I got to the motel place. It was really nice. My cab got there second, and I found Neon in his room alone.
"He had already popped some pill or something, and his face was pretty red, but he was very together. He told me to undress and shut the door, in whichever order I liked. I just undressed because I knew he thought he was pretty fancy. I got up on a chair and turned all the lights on with the blinds open. 'What's the matter? Can't Neon Russum be seen in pubic fantasy or what?' I asked him. He laughed about that, but he pulled the blinds and locked the door. Then he undressed.
"I climbed down off the chair and shook my titties at him. He got up on the chair and grabbed me around the nape of the neck. He pulled me by the titties, too, up against his cock. He pressed his meat between my titties, got a nice long slide there, and then I went onto it with my mouth. I gave him a really nice hum job, the kind of a header that he wouldn't forget just because I was some girl in a small town and he was never gonna come back. I sucked him right off. I swallowed it all down, thinking to myself: O, God, this is Neon Bussum's jism I'm gettin' in my belly ... O, God! Gee, It felt nice ...
"After a little while he got another boner. This time we were in bed. I worked on it, on that meaty hog of his, and licked it up into a nice big one. Then I sat down on it with my twat all open and everything. I pressed it up inside me, and got myself a first class rubbing. It was the greatest. I enjoyed every inch of that cock machine. He really was one tallented young man, you know? He could play guitar, and he could sing, and he had a big cock. Jesus, what more could a little girl ask for? I ask you: what more could I have asked for? Really?
"I fucked him all that night and the next morning he was gone. I saw him from time to time when he was back in town, but I never got to screw him again. At school my friends asked me what it was all about, what it was like to be with him in his dressing room. They didn't know that I went back to his motel room with him. They said that they thought I was the luckiest girl in Dover City to have had the chance to sit around and gab with Neon Russum.
"Well, that got me started with the musicians. I guess I turned into a sort of a groupie. You know what I mean? I just used to follow concerts and all, and try and ball the guys in the band. They were always hot for it, always willing to take on some little girl like me. Not that I looked young, but that I had a nice body and big titties and sometimes I wore cotton shorts to show off my legs and all, and it was really nice. I was always getting laid on the weekends.
"But that left five whole empty days. Until I met Garth. Garth is my husband. He was a gas station attendant until his grandfather kicked off. Now he's a millionaire. He's the one pays for me to come here and talk to you. I like being married to this guy, but at first it wasn't any fun at all. He was always greasy and dirty, and I could always smell gasoline on him. It was terrible to come home after a date with him and have my father say to me that I smelled like an auto race or something.
"I used to suck Garth off and still be able to smell that gas on him. It was nasty. But he had a big boner, and I liked the way he drove his cars. He was really fast. I mean really. He could outrace the cops. One time he even did that. We were parking up in the hills, and he had his pants down. He knew that if he was caught parking with me, he'd get the shit thrown at him, so he started up the car just as the two dummy asshole pigs got to the car. I had my blouse off. So there we were, the two of us, Garth pressing on the accelerator with no pants on, me with my blouse off and my titties flapping in the night, and we were running from the cops in a high speed chase. Jesus it was exciting!
"You know what we did when we finally ditched them? That's right I sucked Garth right off better than ever. I swallowed down every drop of his jism, and when I was done he asked me to marry him. He said any girl who could stay that cool in a runaway from the police, and then give that kind of suck and head and all, well, he had to have that girl. Which was me.
"So I said yes. Because I liked the way he smiled and all, and even if he did smell of gasoline, he was a nice guy. And then we started setting up dates and all, and trying to decide when to tie the big knot. My parents didn't want us to do it, but I didn't give a shit. My father said running a gas station is no damn good for a man, but I said I didn't give a shit what he did during the day, it was the night time activities that I was interested in. My father nearly flipped a gasket, but when he met Garth and saw how he was really just a nice guy, everything was cool. So we got married.
"First we lived in a really cheapo apartment down by the beach. For a while it was very crowded because just after we got married a girlfriend of mine came to stay with us. At night's she would bring back a boyfriend, every night a different one. Garth and I would lay in bed in the bedroom and listen to Ruth panting and moaning and groaning. She would go wild. We could hear her screams and all, hear her grunting and getting off. Sometimes you could even hear the cock slopping in and out of her pussy. It was really sensuous, you know? I dug that. So did Garth. It was like having really nice music to fuck to. Listening to someone else get it on is nice.
"So Ruth was there on and off, always fucking someone else, and Garth said he thought I was pretty cool because I only fucked him. Well, that didn't last for long. One night I came home and found Garth and Ruth doing it. They were just fucking away right in front of me, and they didn't know I was watching them. I just snuck back out and made a lot of noise coming up the stairs about five minutes later. That second time they were sitting around the kitchen table with the lights on and pretending that they were as cool as cucumbers. It was really great knowing I'd got them and they didn't know it.
"Garth went and took a shower. While he was in there in the john I sat down next to Ruth and I asked her what she thought of Garth's hog. She denied it at first, but then she blushed and said, 'Oh, well, ah, I guess ...' I told her she'd better be out of the house by the time Garth gets out of the shower, or that I'd toss her out the window and down the stairs. She knew I meant it.
"When Garth got out of the bathroom I was laying naked in bed. He asked me about where Ruth had gone, and I said she went to get a pack of cigarettes or something. She didn't smoke, so it was a pretty catty thing for me to say. I told him I wanted to fuck. He said he was tired, but I pleaded with him, and then I just went down on his meat. I knew he was spent from fucking with Ruth, and I wanted him to be really tired. I sucked him off first. It took a while but I got him to cum. That way I knew he'd be really tired.
"Then I started playing with him again. He knew I was getting hot and lusty on purpose. I got him to have another erection, and then I sat on him. I took his hands and put them on my chest. I started crying right there, with his cock in my cunt -- just started crying. I didn't really sob too much, but the tears were coming down my face, and it was really something. I didn't know I felt that way about him until just then. He must have seen that I was feeling that way because he started pumping really fast, and he dried my eyes with some tissue afterwards. I lay in bed wondering if I really should have got married at all. I was only sixteen, and Garth was a little older, and if we were gonna live like this for forty or fifty years, well, it didn't seem like so much fun after all. I was really fucked up about that.
"Well, that's how things stayed for about six months. I never asked Garth to explain where he was or anything, and he never asked that about me. Of course, I was always at home. The most I'd do in the way of fooling around was to pull on my twat-button. Maybe I'd freeze a banana or something and get off with a fruity dildo, but that was about it. Until just before Garth got all his money.
"He never even told me we were gonna be rich. I didn't know anything about his grandfather. I thought we'd just have a couple of babies and be poor and in love and all, and that would be that. You know what I mean?
"And one day the rent came due, and Garth said that we couldn't afford to pay it right now, that in another couple of months though, everything would be cool. You know what I mean? He said in about sixty days he'd have 'saved' the money we needed for the rent. He must have known right then about the inheritance, but he didn't say a word to me about that.
"So about six weeks after the rent was overdue, the landlord came up and said I was a slut and that Garth was a dead-beat. I told the landlord that he could shove it, that Garth was getting the money together, and that in two more weeks he'd have his lousy dollars. But he said that wasn't soon enough, that unless he got paid right away, he was going to boot us out.
"So I asked him if he might consider taking some other kind of payment for his stinking low-life apartment. And he said that he would but that it had better be good. I didn't want Garth to have to worry about the rent anymore, and I could always tell him that my father had loaned me the money or some bullshit like that. So I went with the landlord down to his apartment. He made out a receipt for the money that was due for the two months. He put it in his shirt pocket and told me that I could have it when I'd given him that amount of hide.
"I told him alright and that we better get started right away because I didn't want this thing to be hanging over my head forever. He took me into his bedroom and undressed. I did the same. I showed him my cunt by spreading my legs. I told him that one shot in there was worth two months rent anywhere in the world. He said that that would be good, as long as I gave him some head, too.
"So I went down on him. He had a nice boner, I have to admit, even though he was a pigshit from way back. I sucked him up pretty good, I have to admit that, too. I rubbed that cock head in my lips and on my tongue, and pretty soon that muscle of his was no more bent than an I-beam. It was stiff and straight and ready for fuck action. But the deal was header and then a fuck, so I just kept sucking that poker of his until he came with jism in my mouth. I swallowed it all down -- I never see any reason to be messy, really, and before long that jackoff had his balls in an uproar. He was as hot and lusty and throbbing as could be, even after he'd just shot his load of baby-juice.
"Well, with a boner like that, no matter how much of an asshole this dude was, I just had to get it into my snatch. I spread out and showed him my hole again. He said he liked hairy twats, especially young ones that juiced a lot. He asked me if my cunt juiced a lot. I told him to see for himself.
"He did, too. He climbed down between my legs. I was all hot and runny in there. He looked in and felt up my clitoris. I told him that playing around was not a part of the bargain. Then he took my buns in his hands and spread me open a little, rubbing my asshole with one finger. He said he wanted to fuck my bunghole, and that would be the end of the bargain. I turned over and said he could take his choice, but that it was only going to be a one time thing. He hurried it up when I said that. He took some juice from my vagina and rubbed it on his cock. Then he took some more of that ooze and spread it around between my ass cheeks. I have to tell you that it felt damn good. I just tried to pretend that the fingering in my asshole was from Garth, and not from someone else like my dogbreath landlord. I just lya there and let him feel up my bunghole and my moon cheeks until he was pretty fucking hot. I could tell he was getting there because his hot bug spray breath was getting all over my asshole and it was hot.
"Then he started slinging his muscle in those flesh loaves of mine. He started running his rod up and down smokestack alley, getting himself a nice luscious feel of my slender little crack. I didn't mind that, and it felt good, and it meant that pretty soon he'd be done with me, that the rent would be paid. I could go down-stairs and get a douche bag and give myself anenema and the whole thing would be over. You know what I mean? The whole fucking mess would be done with.
"I knew he was getting close to doing it because he reached up under me and started feeling up my clitoris. He rubbed it up and down and made me awfully damn hot, hotter than I really wanted to be. I started huffing and puffing and telling him to hurry the fuck up because I didn't have all God damn day to pay his measley little rent bills. That's when he let me have it. First he slapped me on the ass cheeks, which really stung hard. I heard the clap and then felt the pain. Jesus, I wasn't expecting that.
"I started to turn around, but I was stunned, and I was on my hands and knees, and fuck-tooth had the advantage. He just shoved forward with his spear and right in it went. All the way down my bowels. I can still feel that ugly stick of his penetrating my tube. (It wasn't so long ago, you know.)
"Anyhow, he rubbed it around, and my little sphincter went to work tugging away on his mushroom head. He had a big flower-like tip on that muscle, and there was nothing I could do to get it out. I guess I wanted to dislodge him even though I like paying my rent and getting a buttfuck. I just didn't like him. But there was no way out of the mess. I had that fuck-rod up my asshole, and I was gonna have to wait until it was all sperm juice and shot off before I would get out of there.
"He pushed me down flat on the bed, one hand on my titties, the other on my clitoris. He had me coming and going. I didn't know what to do, so I finally decided to join in on it. 'If you can't beat 'em, join 'em?' Well, that was me with my landlord's joy stick up my ass hole. If Garth ever found about it, I knew, I'd get the shit kicked out of me. He just had that kind of pride, and I didn't know he was gonna be getting a million fucking dollars two weeks later.
"Anyhow, finally, the landlord shot of his baby-juice up my anus. He plugged me full of that stuff. I could not believe how much sperm he had even though he'd alreads shot one load in my mouth and all. I just couldn't believe he was still shooting off, coming in my asshole. It lasted forever. Those little bullets of jism were flooding me out. I was like a jism enema. It was amazing. I nearly floated away.
"When he pulled out his hog was all wet and dripping with the stuff. He said that the last thing he wanted from me was to lick his hog off. I told him to stuff it up his asshole and see if it got clean that way. I told him he was a fucked up pervert, and that was alright with me because it was a free country and I kind of like perverts anyhow. But I didn't want to lick shit, not for him, and if I'd known he was the kind of a dude who went around sticking his cock up girls' ass-holes and asking them to lick it afterwards, I'd never have rented his apartment in the first place. Then I got up and found his shirt and took the receipt out of the pocket. 'This is what I want,' I said, and I picked up my clothes and walked downstairs naked.
"I got inside the house and Garth was sitting there with this big smile on his face. He was reading something legal. He looked up and said that the paper he was reading there made him a million dollars. Then he saw I was naked and runny. I said I'd be out in a minute, but, of course, I just went in the bathroom and cried for a long, long time.
"Garth came and pounded on the door. He called me a slut and a bitch and he wanted to know what the God damn fuck I'd been doing, and who had been balling me, and why. I just sobbed and cried and thought my whole life was ruined, that my husband had gone crazy, thinking he was a millionaire, and that I was becoming a tramp because I was whoring myself to pay the rent, and that our children, if we ever got around to having any, were going to be little gangsters, and that my whole life was a pile of shit.
"Pretty soon Garth got so angry he kicked the fucking door in. I saw his foot come through the bottom slat, and he splintered it into a million pieces, that part of the door. He smashed the top part with his fist, really just tore it off the hinges, and then he came in and slapped me across the face. I felt so terrible. He'd gone bananas, I thought, and he was treating me so terrible, I didn't know what to do. I just sat there on the edge of the tub crying and telling him he could hit me all he wanted, that I didn't care any more, that I was a sixteen year old hooker and paying the rent that way. He couldn't believe his ears.
"Then he showed me the paper, after I showed him the rent receipt, and he said we were filthy rich, that we had a million dollars, and that if he wanted to he could buy the whole God damn fucking building, or all the buildings on the block, but he wouldn't want to own property in such a shitty fucked-up neighborhood. After a while we both calmed down and I washed myself.
"Garth waited outside. I guess he reread his papers or something, and I came out all clean as a whistle. He took me over on the bed and rubbed my little thighs. He stroked up and down between my loins telling me how nice it was going to be now that we were rich, that he was going to buy me nice clothes, and that we were going to take long vacations, and that none of our friends would starve or anything.
"He rubbed my thighs with his hands and he put his finger into my hole. I don't know why, but I felt so hot already. I was disgusted by that pig fruit. downstairs, but now my husband was making me feel really good. He was sliding his digits up and down next to my clitoris, and he was rubbing his palm along my mound, up and down across the silky part, making me get hot so fast I couldn't believe it. It was better than my Uncle Ed or Neon Russum or anyone ever did it for me.
"He used his fingers on his other hand, too. He massaged my little buns and made sure my asshole was getting a good rubbing. It was nice, even though I was a little sore. It hurt me, but I knew I could endure it because it was my husband doing it, and I didn't want to tell him any of the gory details about the other fuck. He'd had enough of that. He rubbed and massaged my anus and my asshole cheeks, and he made sure that my titties were licked and everything. It was a good thing that I was nice and clean.
"At one point, for a little while, I licked his cock meat. I rubbed it between my lips and used my tongue. I made sure he was all wet with saliva before I let him get inside my vagina. But once he was in there, it was the best ever. He pumped his meat up and down next to my clit. He had just the right stroke-angle. I don't know how he does it, but Garth gets my cunt really hot every time. It's something about his meat, about the way he puts it inside my tube and rubs it around. He pulls my legs up so that my feet are up over his head, just sort of dangling there. And he gets his meat grinding down deep inside me, like a power motor or something. I don't know. It's just terrific that way, the way he does it, and if it's not exciting enough or something, all I have to do is tell him. Then he sticks his finger in my bunghole or he makes me cum with his mouth, or he does something ... he always figures out something to make me hotter. Maybe it's the size of his meat, but I don't think so. I think it's that I love him. Yeah, I'm almost sure that's it. I think that because I love him it makes for good fucking."
