As a practicing psychiatrist I see many people with sexual aberrations and hangups. It would have once seemed that there would be no end to the torture and humiliation that some of my patients have suffered concerning their sexual preferences and desires.
My approach first of all is to allow them the privilege of voicing their fantasies and in some cases their realities to me. It is inspiring to note that now more and more people are enjoying a sexual freedom once thought to be unattainable. I am speaking specifically about a formerly much taboo topic, analism.
It is my firm belief that through their courage and honesty my patients have a more clear and unconflicted viewpoint about their anal lusts. For best clarity and understanding I have transcribed these interviews directly from the tapes that they were taken. It is my hope in doing so that the reader will more clearly understand what the patient was experiencing during the sessions.
It is my hope that the presentation of these anal cases will serve to enlighten those readers who are unfamiliar with this once un-talked about topic and a source of enjoyment for those who are already practicing it.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Tina F. Age: Twenty-four
INTERVIEW ONE
My notes show me that Tina was a very interesting young lady, who had and still does have a problem which many of you young women may share.
Here then is the transcript of our meeting.
Well Doctor, I must say that I feel pretty fucked up, actually, you could take that literally. My husband Bob has been a royal pain in the ass, or perhaps I should say he has been giving me a royal pain in the ass-with his prick!
It all started about three months ago. I was home, waiting for Bob to come home from work. I had dinner all prepared, roast beef I remember, because it was Bob's favorite, and I wanted to please him.
When he finally got home, about two hours late, he was rip-roaring drunk. Some of the guys at his office found out it was his birthday, and took him out to celebrate.
"Thought you weren't going to make it," I told him, a little mad that the dinner was practically ruined, and that he was so drunk and flying that he didn't seem to really care about me or the dinner that I had tried so desperately to save for the last several long hours.
"Oh dear, what's a dinner," he said, coming over to me and breathing on my face with his disgusting liquor breath.
Bob and I very seldom drink, even if we go out to parties. Therefore, we both have a very low tolerance to the stuff, and it doesn't take too much to get either of us, especially Bob, rip-roaring drunk.
"I spent a long time on this dinner," I insisted, still feeling hurt that he didn't care enough about me to get home on time for his very own birthday dinner.
"Let's go to bed," he said, coming over and giving me a fairly hard pinch on the ass, something which he never took the liberty of doing before.
"Hey you, that hurt," I said, still angry about the dinner being spoiled, but trying to hold back my own desires for his body, desires that I always felt whenever I was near my husband.
It is funny, Doctor, you see, ever since the very first time we made love, oh several years ago now, I have been passionately attached to my husband, and his sexuality.
Bob has the most beautiful body that I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on, and his charms, when not drunk that is, are very hard to turn down.
He has a way about him that just lures me into his sex spells, and makes me a slave to his and my own passion. Even in his drunken stupor, he was impossible to refuse.
"Don't you want any dinner?"
"I want your ass."
"What?" I said, not believing what I heard.
"I want your ass," he persisted.
"What do you mean, my ass?"
"Just what I said, I want to fuck your ass."
I started flipping out. Never before had Bob talked to me in that tone of voice or that manner. I knew that he was more than just drunk, he was almost crazed with sexual lust and desire.
I thought for a minute, trying to decide if he actually did want to fuck me in the ass, or whether he was just babbling on in a drunken state.
I decided that since he had never even suggested entering my tight anal virgin passage before, that he must have known what he was saying.
What I didn't know, and found out the next day, was that the guys that had taken him out to the local bar for too many drinks after work, had gotten into a heated discussion about anal intercourse, and had gotten Bob's mind working, thinking about what it would be like, and made him want to try it out on me.
"Okay, love, let's go to bed," I said, feeling that once I got his naked body into my arms, and started making love to him, I could calm him down.
I was wrong, very wrong indeed!
When we walked through the bedroom door of our apartment, it was as if he suddenly sobered up. The thoughts came whizzing back into his head, the thoughts that his cronies had instilled in his mind, the thoughts about the joys of fucking a tight female ass.
He grabbed a hold of me, and we fell over onto our big bed, all of our clothes on, in a passionate embrace.
Bob started moaning, as he stuck his big tongue into my mouth. I was horny as hell, the state I was always in when Bob started making sexual advances to me, and I responded most positively to his lustful advances.
I opened my mouth widely, and accepted with great earnest his busy swirling saliva-soaked tongue, pulling it into my willing mouth cavity, and sucking it passionately.
I sent my own tongue swirling back into his own mouth, at the same time sending some of my hot saliva pouring into him, which he drank up greedily, making all kinds of pig-like slurping sounds.
Our sex was usually very loud, and very involved. We both seemed to like it that way. Giving it kind of an animal quality turned us both on, it made us more excited, more involved, and especially, more erotic.
I quickly forgot all about the strange sexual activity which Bob had suggested we participate in, that is fucking me up my tight little ass.
His love-making ways were so expert, his tongue so hot, and his body so massive as it crushed me into the firm mattress, that all I could think of was making love to him, and giving him all of the satisfaction that I could.
I threw my arms around his waist, and squeezed his massive body into mine. Bob had such large shoulders, and such a strong expansive chest, that he was exciting as hell to fondle and embrace.
His hot Latin blood had always triggered great emotions of erotic behavior within me, and this particular night was no exception.
As he kissed me more and more feverishly, the taste of his alcohol disappeared, and he became more and more the symbol of the great romantic lover that he was, and always had been to me since the very first time we had ever made it together.
I loved Bob, and still do love him. However, this ass fucking thing that he was suggesting kept slipping back into my mind in little quick flashes of fright, I just couldn't help it.
I thought that perhaps he had gotten all of those silly ideas of raping my hot behind out of his head, but I was wrong. Soon I was to find out that all of those ideas were still very much present in my handsome husband's thoughts and desires.
All this time we still had our clothes on, and suddenly the need for me to feel his naked flesh against mine took hold of my lust-ridden body.
"Bob, let's get undressed," I said, forcing his hot mouth to slip off of mine.
"Yeah, I can't wait to get at that beautiful behind of yours and fuck it," he said, reminding me that what he had originally suggested was still the foremost thing in his mind.
"Stop talking foolishly, Bob," I said, more in a pant than anything else, he had gotten me so worked up.
We stood up, and quickly undressed, jumping back onto the bed stark naked. Bob's cock was roaring hard, and as we fell back onto the bed, I couldn't help but go flying right down to it, yearning to give it the attention that I could so expertly deliver.
He threw his head back onto the big pillows at the head of the bed, and stretched out fully, allowing me full access to his gigantic throbbing pecker.
Now Bob's cock, although probably not the biggest in the world, surely was a match for any other man's cock. It was about nine inches when erect, as it was so obviously now, and it was especially wide.
It was shaped beautifully, having a delightful head that just begged to be sucked.
I lunged forward, sending my hot saliva-soaked mouth over the top of the bulbous cock head, and began to suck on it like it-was some kind of giant lollipop that I had just been given for being a good little girl.
I sucked on it feverishly, but deliberately didn't go flying down over the large shaft. I wanted to tease my husband sexually for a little while, and make him wait for the real vengeance of my sucking.
When I think bi, k on it now, I realized that perhaps I should have just sucked him savagely, bringing him to a healthy, glorious orgasm, and all of this may never have happened.
But, I was determined to arouse him tremendously, by teasing him with my deliberate teasing sexual ways, and I soon would have to suffer the consequences of the lust-ridden passion that I brought out in him.
So anyway, thinking about nothing else in the world other than driving my husband completely mad with sex fulfilment, I sucked and sucked on the big plumb-shaped tip of his gigantic cock, which by this time was throbbing passionately, and also spewing forth a little pool of pre-orgasmic semen.
When I felt this tiny bit of come emanate from the tip of his pecker, I lapped it up greedily, sucking it all in, and enjoying the taste tremendously, as I always did when I drank his sex juices.
I noticed that our time was just about up for that afternoon, and asked her if she could return in one week to finish her story, which she said she would be delighted to do. Besides, she needed my advice and help badly, as her marriage was at stake.
INTERVIEW TWO
The next week Tina returned. I read her the last part of her statement from the week before which my secretary had transcribed.
Oh yes, Doctor. So, I was sucking on Bob's cock furiously, when all of a sudden he grabbed hold of me, and flipped me over onto my stomach.
This was the first time that I had ever seen him stop me from sucking his cock. Oh sure, I didn't always suck him right to orgasm, but I was the one who would always stop to get involved in some other sexual pursuit.
This time though, he was the one to stop me, as he yanked my head away from his gigantic penis, that was still pulsing madly, and still emanating small amounts of come from the tiny opening at the tip of the purple cock head.
"What's the matter?" I asked him, as he flipped me over on my stomach.
"Nothing, love, now just relax. This isn't going to hurt at all. The guys told me how to do it, and you're going to love it."
"No, Bob, you're not going to fuck me up the ass-no, please-"
My plea for mercy were interrupted, as my husband leaned forward, and sent his busy strong tongue flying up into my dark shit chute, causing me to yell out with sexual delight.
Yes, Doctor, I must admit, when his tongue went up into my virgin asshole, it was pure delight. Never had my inner senses been so tickled with passion, as they were when his swirling tongue began to work over my asshole.
I found it highly erotic to feel something probing up into my virgin sensitive area, and it really delighted me no end.
Over and over again his tongue probed farther and farther up into me, making me quiver more and more violently, as my passion rose to the boiling point.
I began to wonder if accepting his big prick up my ass would indeed be the horror that I imagined, and thought that perhaps it might even be nice.
But then I thought of how truly large his big cock was, and knew that it would definitely rip the living shit out of my ass, and would have to give me more pain than pleasure. I truly began to hope that he wouldn't pursue the issue of ramming his big pecker up me.
Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted, as I felt one of Bob's big strong fingers begin toying with the entrance to my asshole.
I knew that he definitely hadn't forgotten the idea of pummeling my shit chute with his big cock now, as his finger became more and more persistent with its toying at the entrance to my dark passageway.
My asshole was already extremely well-lubricated, from the expert job it had received from Bob's tongue, and saliva-filled mouth.
This allowed the finger to slip in easily, and I again had to admit, that the sensation, was most stimulating.
His long finger went way up inside of me, and it made my body shiver uncontrollably.
"Oh, I love it," I found myself telling him, but after I said it I thought that it might have been a mistake, and it was, because it made him more determined than ever to send his cock flying up me.
His finger felt better and better, the farther it went up me. I must admit that it did hurt just a little bit as it rubbed against the sides of my ass, but that didn't matter-the overall sensation was one of pure pleasure, so I let him continue.
He began to really fuck my tight asshole with that busy finger of his. He rammed it all the way up into me, as far as it would go, then he would pull it out, and send it flying back to me once again.
After several minutes of this, I could feel that the walls of my asshole were loosening up, actually expanding to except this probing appendage.
I wondered if my asshole would do the same if he stuck his big cock up into me, and decided that it probably would, but not without an undo amount of pain at the same time.
Suddenly, what I had been fearing for the last hour or so began to transpire.
I felt Bob lift up off me, and he yanked his finger from my now well-lubricated hole. It slipped out easily, as my passageway was so juicy with his saliva.
I heard him spit, and realized that he was spitting into his hand, and rubbing saliva, a great portion from the sound of it, onto his cock.
I knew that he was preparing on entering my asshole, and I began to get very scared.
"Bob love, I don't want you to do this," I pleaded with him, hoping that he would change his mind.
"Come on now honey, just relax. You will love it."
"Please Bob, it will hurt me, and I-"
Once again my sentence was interrupted by my husband's persistent sexual attack of my body, this time, with his throbbing well-lubricated pecker.
I felt him lean into me, and rest his bulbous cock head right at the entrance to my secret passageway.
I was extremely nervous, as a matter-of-fact, I was actually quite scared, as I felt the bulbous cock head resting gently but with a determined feeling to it, right up against my pink button of my asshole.
I knew that it was right around the corner, this sexual assault of my most private area, by my very own husband and his determined probing penis.
What was I to do? I mean, I suppose, Doctor, that I could have really gotten up off the bed, I mean my husband would never have hit me or tied me up and forced me or anything.
I know that I wanted to please him, and I guess that that was stronger than the building fear that I was feeling pulse through my body.
Anyway, I gritted my teeth, as I knew the time had come to experience my first ass-fuck, and all I knew was that it was going to hurt-and, Doctor, that's exactly what happened, it hurt like fucking hell.
First, his gigantic cock head started to enter me. It felt like a huge fist was being shoved up into me, as the thing plopped through my tight asshole, and into my dark shit chute.
I screamed out in pain as the big thing entered my body, tearing into my flesh, forcing my ass walls to open up and receive all of it.
Yes, it really hurt, and I was beginning to think that perhaps I had definitely made a mistake in letting my husband come this far with this strange request of sexual adventure, that he had so lustfully forced upon me.
He didn't shove his big cock all the way up into me, not then anyway. He just left the big cock head just inside my entrance way. In one way I was glad that he wasn't charging right into me but in another way, I wished that he would go ahead and fuck the shit out of me and get it over.
This suspense and the pain that it was causing was driving me out of my mind, and I definitely could only think of one thing, and that was to have his cock out of my asshole once again, and let my ass walls relax, and return to their normal position, without having to stretch to accept such a large intruder.
Finally, my husband started inching his big pecker up into me, slowly at first, and then more forcefully, and with much more determination.
I screamed out in agony as the big plunger began to go farther and farther into my tight asshole, but he didn't let up his pursuit.
More and more he pushed the big plunger up into me, until all nine inches of it were resting inside my body.
I can't describe the pain to you, Doctor, it hurt so fucking much, and all I wanted was for him to fuck me and get it over with. The pain was unbearable.
I was wrong in my assumption that once inside of me it may not hurt as madly, it still hurt like a motherfucker. Perhaps I'm just not built to get fucked in the ass, as several of my girl friends have told me in discussing this problem with them during the last couple of months.
They told me that some people can accept things up their ass quite easily, and others, no matter how hard they try of how much practice they get, just will never been able to accept a big healthy cock up inside of them.
All I could think of right at that second, was that my husband was more concerned with his own sexual pleasures, than he was with my own feelings, or for that matter, my own physical well-being.
I truly thought that he was going to injure me, and somehow fuck up my basic bodily functions, with his torrid pummeling that he seemed to be so gleefully administering to my helpless, vulnerable asshole.
He then started to very slowly pull his shaft out of my ripping asshole, until it almost plopped out of me completely. Inch by inch he pulled the monster backwards, moaning and panting like some kind of wild animal.
Just as I thought the big tool was about to plop out of my ass, he lunged forward with the furious energy of a sex-crazed maniac, and rammed all nine inches up my pained asshole.
I screamed out at the top of my lungs, trying to let my husband know how badly he was hurting me, but it was as if his ears stopped functioning.
The louder I screamed, the more savage in his assault he seemed to become. Over and over he pummeled my asshole with his torrid plunger, until I thought that he was going to rip my insides out.
I could feel the big love stick going farther and farther up me, pulling all the way out, and then plunging into me all over again.
I felt a small pool of fluids on the sheet near my crotch, and couldn't for the life of me figure out what exactly was causing it.
Surely it wasn't my own love juices, not with the amount of pain that I was experiencing during this ass-rape, was it?
That was exactly what it was. I didn't want to admit that there was even a slight possibility that I was getting any sort of pleasure out of this horrible assault my husband was giving me, but there was no denying that the pool on the sheet beneath me, was my very own love juice, emanating from my cunt.
My thoughts about my own sexual enjoyment, and their meanings were interrupted by the slamming of a huge cock up my ass. My husband was relentless with his assault, and I wasn't sure how much more-of this assault I could handle before I realled freaked out on the pain.
I dug my fingers into the mattress, tearing into the cloth of our flowered sheets. I hung on for dear life, as the huge cock of my maniac husband tore into my inner flesh.
My yells and pleas had done no good, so I decided that the best thing would be to shut up and let my husband have his way, hoping that the quieter I was, the sooner he would finish the assault and take out his pecker.
Suddenly my husband let his big hairy arms slip underneath my bare belly, and pulled me up off the mattress so that I was in a dog position.
He then continued to fuck the living shit out of me. It was fairly humiliating getting fucked while I was lying on my stomach, but in this animal position, it was truly a humiliating experience.
I gripped onto the sheets even firmer, as this new position had seemed to get my husband even more excited, and he was beginning to fuck me with a vengeance that made his previous fucking tactics seem like he had been sleeping.
It was with a fury that I hadn't thought impossible in any man that my husband was now tearing into my shit chute with his big cock.
I gritted my teeth so hard that I thought I was going to pop a tooth, that's how tense I was as every fiber of my inner flesh seemed to be ripping apart inside my ass.
Suddenly I felt my husband's finger come around and jam right up into my cunt. Now mind you Doctor, I was really in pain-but when I felt this probing appendage work it's way past my still clit and up into my soppy, wet clit-slit, well, I have to admit that my body began to quiver with excitement.
My husband had always dug giving me finger-fucking jobs, and I do have to tell you that he was, and still is for that matter, a very good finger-fucker.
He began to jam his strong lean finger up into my cunt with all the furious determination that he was at the same time shoving his gigantic pecker up into my tight virgin asshole.
This double entrance of my body, really sent my flying. Suddenly I felt myself caught up in the throes of an oncoming orgasm, and orgasm that I had the feeling was going to be like an orgasm that I had never before experienced, or even imagined possible.
My whole body began to shake, as I prepared for the oncoming rush of emotions and love juices. I knew that it was due any second, and with the sounds coming from my husband, I knew his orgasm could not be far away.
Then I felt my husband shove into me harder than he ever had before, and at the same time I could feel his already-stiff pecker stiffen to even more outrageous proportions.
His moaning and panting became louder and more frequent, as he prepared to pour his hot come up into my asshole, burning now with the numbness of his cock's assault on the once virgin territory.
As he stiffened more and more, and his cock throbbed passionately inside my ass, his finger-fucking job on my cunt became more and more savage, in its attempts to bring me to orgasm.
I had to admit that my cries of pain were mixed with moans of pleasure, and I think that my husband understood this. It seemed to drive him even wilder in his hot pursuit.
All of a sudden, I could stand the double ramming that I was getting from his cock and his finger, and I began to shoot forth with love juice in one glorious and exciting orgasm.
I screamed out at the top of my lungs; this time with pure pleasure at the erotic feelings that were so rapidly flowing through my body.
I could feel my come gushing out of my cunt, and oozing all over my husband's still jamming finger, down over his wrist, and onto the sheet below, forming a little pool of sex juice.
I think that as soon as my husband realized that his wife was having an orgasm, he began shooting his own hot come up into my asshole.
I felt the gushing begin, slowly at first, sending just dribbles of his hot gooey come up into me, and then with every increasing fury, the squirts began to increase in tempo, and amount of come.
Soon it felt like gallons and gallons of the hot love juice were being sent up into me, and I must admit that I think I even pushed my hips backward slightly, allowing his mighty cock to slip even farther in my deep, dark and tight passage.
I contracted my ass cheeks slightly, so that they became vice-like around his big throbbing shaft, and squeezed the last few drops of love oil from his penis.
I could tell from the moans of pleasure that came out of his handsome saliva-filled mouth, that my slightest actions of aggressiveness had turned him on, and had enabled the end of his orgasm to be exciting, as he had wanted so badly.
It was finally over. My ass was numb, but after the sexual enlightenment was reached on both our parts, the numbness began to wear off, and the pain began to set in.
He withdrew his pecker from my now come-soaked cavity, and as it plopped out of my pink button of an asshole, a loud sigh of relief emanated voluntarily from my parched lips.
My ass began to throb, and the pain increased with each passing second. It hurt so badly that I began to weep. ' This really bothered Bob, so soon after his glorious orgasm too. He comforted me, and told me that he was sorry that it had hurt me, but that he just had to try it.
Apparently the guys that had taken him out on his birthday really got him worked up with their stories of ass-fucking, and made him want to do it really badly.
"I understand," I said, not really understanding how he could come when he knew that he had been furting me so much.
But actually, since I had quite a spectacular orgasm myself, I guess I couldn't complain very much, at least not to him.
Well, Doctor, that was the first time. I suppose that it wouldn't have been so bad if the whole thing had ended right then and there, but it didn't.
Not only did it continue, but it got worse and worse. Now every time we crawl into bed together, the only way my hubby can come at all, is if he shoves his pecker up my asshole, and fucks the living shit out of me. Every time that he does, it seems to hurt more and more. Apparently the orgasm that I enjoyed with him on that first night, several months ago, was brought on by the novelty and all of this new way to have sex.
However, Doctor, all that happens now is that the pain is unbearable. I beg him not to fuck me and try and come another way, but it is to no avail.
Fucking my ass is all he seems to care about now, and I'm afraid that if I refuse, he will turn to other women to obtain the kind of action that he now needs to satisfy his sex-hungry soul.
CONCLUSION
This young girl seriously had a disturbing marital problem. I have talked to her recently, and she has told me that little by little she is being able to take her husband's giant penis into her anal area without much pain, but it has taken her a lot of time, and it could have only been done if she loved him so much, which she does.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Subject: Brent S. Age: Twenty-eight
INTERVIEW ONE
Brent S. came to me to talk over the type of sexual preference he enjoyed, but it no way was guilty or remorse about his actions. I enjoyed listening to him very much, and hope that you will find the transcript of our meeting as interesting as I did.
Here then, is that transcript:
Well, Doctor, I guess it all started back at the health club. You see, I work as an exercise instructor at a health club, three nights a week.
When I was in college, I was a swimmer, and a gymnast. I always liked to keep my body in shape, and when I heard about this job from a friend, I went over and applied.
I got there about an hour early, wanting to show the woman who ran the place that I was eager and responsible at the same time.
"Hello, Brent," Mrs. Walker, the owner said to me.
"Hi," I answered, somewhat timidly, and also somewhat excitedly at the sight of what was before me.
My friend that recommended the job to me just saw the advertisement in the paper, and had never even been there. So the whole place, and especially Mrs. Walker, was a complete surprise.
Standing in front of me, extending a beautifully soft white hand in my direction, was a very stately woman of perhaps thirty-five.
She was like something out of a movie magazine. She was wearing an extremely tight blouse, and since she obviously didn't have a bra on, her firm nipples were protruding through the material, creating a mouth-watering picture.
I swallowed hard, as I took her hand and shook it firmly, perhaps a little more firmly than I should have. Actually, I squeezed it and held it for a few very long seconds, just staring into her eyes, trying desperately to keep my wanton eyes from looking at her breasts, knowing that if I concentrated on them for too long I would surely lurch out and grab them, ruining all chances for the job.
She told me to sit down, and she began telling me what my duties would be if she were to hire me. She emphasized the last part, and it made me a bit nervous.
She was almost implying that there would be some way that I could guarantee my position with the health club, but I overlooked her implications as just my own sexual imagination playing tricks on me.
Surely a beautiful mature woman such as this couldn't possibly be interested in me, could she? But then, I did realize that I'm a very attractive young man, and my physical prowess with the ladies had never been questioned.
All in all, her stately and womanly manner really set me back, and kind of put me off guard. I didn't know what to think of her, other than she was really turning me on.
I could feel my cock begin to throb in my tight jeans, as she continued to tell me about some of the basic things that I would be required to do around the club, if I were hired.
She seemed to emphasize the "if" which made me feel insecure. I had walked into the place with a great deal of enthusiasm and confidence, and now I was quite nervous, and was beginning to feel that she was just playing with me, and had no intention of giving me the job that I wanted so badly.
"Come with me Brent," she said suddenly, getting up from behind the dress, and revealing one of the most beautiful asses that I had ever seen, in a pair of tight stretch slacks that looked like a second skin.
Now mind you, Doctor, it isn't that I haven't been into the beauties of the female ass before-I always liked to look at a nice one-but I never before had thought of fucking an ass until I saw hers.
I followed her down this long corridor, as she began to show me the various exercise rooms, the sauna, the pool, the lounges, and in general, the whole fucking place.
I couldn't take my eyes off her beautiful ass, as we waddled our way around the establishment.
It wasn't a fat ass, either. Sure, it was big enough, and very curvy, but I could tell just by looking at it that it was extremely firm.
Also, the two cheeks of flesh were just perfectly formed. They looked like if they could talk, they would have said "squeeze us, please."
However, they definitely had a visual language all their own, even if they couldn't really talk, and they were shouting loud and clear in my direction.
"Do you have your life-saving certificate?" she asked me, as we walked into the pool area.
"Oh yes, I have my degree," I said proudly, suddenly glad that I had taken the course last summer.
"Good. Did you bring your swim trunks with you?"
"Ah, well, no," I stumbled.
"Well, I'll have to see you swim and dive in order to know if I can trust you as a part-time lifeguard."
"Oh, I'm really sorry, I didn't know that I would have to-"
"Oh, that's all right. I think I have something you can wear. The guy who was here before you used to have about ten different swim suits, and I think he left a few behind-he left in such a hurry."
I waited nervously, while she walked through the men's room door. The place was just about empty, as it was late in the day, and all the regular customers were on their way out the door.
Shortly she returned, holding a bright red nylon suit that looked like it was too small for me to get my muscular thigh through the hole, let alone the rest of my body-and my large cock, which by this time was fully erect and showed no signs of relaxing.
"Do you think these are big enough?" I asked her.
"Oh sure. Go ahead in there and get changed. I will also change. You see, I want to pretend I'm drowning and I want you to save me.
My cock jumped a little in my tight jeans as I imagined what it would be like to see her in a bathing suit, let alone be in the water with her with my arms around her, which I would surely have to do if I were to pretend I was saving her.
I hurried into one of the small changing rooms at the end of the pool, and she hurried into another. I heard the last employee call in and say that he was leaving.
She had said good-bye to him and told him to lock up. We were alone!
I quickly undressed and started to pull the extremely brief suit up over my hips and legs. I couldn't believe how tight the thing was, and it took every bit of energy that I could muster to get it on.
My cock was roaring hard, in anticipation of being alone in the large pool with the exciting lady owner of the place, and those erotic thoughts didn't help my erection relax at all.
It took a while to stuff my big cock into the skimpy material of the very brief suit, but finally I managed to do it. I sat down on a small bench that was there, and with every bit of energy I had in me, I started thinking about ugly people and ugly thought, until my hard-on went away.
This was a little trick I learned a long time ago to get rid of an erection if it proved embarrassing. Walking out into the pool area, with a swim suit that was so revealing, would surely be one of those embarrassing moments to have an erection.
Finally my big cock was limp and looked much more decent, even though the bulge in the front was large enough. I j proceeded to go into the pool area, where to my surprise, the woman was already waiting for me.
She wore a bikini that revealed practically every inch of her body. Everything about her sensual frame was magnificent, but the thing that once again really caught my eye was her ass!
I could see practically all of it except the crack, her tiny swim suit revealed so very much of her flesh. I was right about it being firm too, as I could clearly see no fatty tissue anywhere on that stunning behind.
She was very firmly, very youthfully built for a woman in her mid or late thirties, and the more I stared at her, the more I wanted to ravage her with my arms and my lust.
I felt my cock begin to throb again, and hoped we could get in the water soon. There it wouldn't be quite so embarrassing to have a big hard-on.
My wishes were silently granted, as the vivacious creature took a dive off the edge of the pool, hitting the water like a precision instrument.
She was as graceful as all hell, and it made my cock throb even more to know that she just wasn't all looks and no talent. I started thinking about what she would be like in bed, and my cock sprang to attention.
She bobbed up out of the water, and I realized now that she was quite obviously staring at the enormous bulge in the front of my tiny red suit.
I could feel my face flushing, and figured that it must be at least the color of the suit by now. I tried shifting the weight about on my legs, but it didn't seem to help any.
"Come on and jump in; I will now pretend I a drowning and I want you to save me, showing me that you know what you are doing. If you do it well, I think you will have a job with us."
With a lump in my throat, I dove into the pool.
Our time was running out, and Brent told me that he would return the following week to continue his story about his first anal experience.
INTERVIEW TWO
Oh yes. So I dove into the pool, and was relieved to know that my roaring erection was at last concealed by the cool waters of the large swimming pool.
The lady had already gotten into a screaming hysterical fit, just like a drowning person probably would have done.
I swam over to her, feeling my cock pressing energetically against the skimpy material in my suit, just begging for release and for some attention.
I reached around her neck, getting my forearm just under her chin. She relaxed her body, and let it fall against mine.
My throbbing cock pressed against her firm buttocks, as I began to pull her over to the shallow edge of the pool, in preparation for her phony rescue.
All of a sudden I felt this hand on my crotch, and it deliberately squeezed my prick. I jumped from surprise, but then relaxed and let the talented fingers go to work on my tender tool.
All questions about the woman that I had had up to that point were now quickly answered. She wanted my body all right, and wasn't about to take a very long time getting a hold of what she was after.
I pulled her out of the water, and all the while she kept her hand clenched firmly around my throbbing shaft, making it pulse more and more wildly as each minute passed sexily by.
I laid her onto the apron of the pool, and thought that my cock was going to shoot a load right into my tight swim suit.
Not only was her hand still on it, and massaging it more and more, but now I could get a good look at her sensual body, drenched from the water of the pool, and having the skimpy material of her own bikini cling to her like a transparent second skin.
It was quite an erotic sight seeing her lying there like that, and I really wanted to attack her. She certainly wasn't sending me away, not with the vice-like grip she had on my cock.
I bent down, and pretended to give her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, but in reality, I planted a big wet smacker on her lips.
My tongue went flying out into her eagerly opened mouth, and she took it in, kissing it passionately. She sent her own tongue flying back out to meet mine, pushing its way past the strong membrane and into my own mouth, where it went to work exciting my saliva-filled cavity.
Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, she turned over onto her stomach. In doing so, she revealed that glorious ass of hers.
The bikini bottom, soaking wet and clinging to her skin in a highly erotic was, was only covering her ass crack. Her two moons of flesh were completely exposed, and they made my mouth water just to look at them.
I jumped on top of her, and pretended to massage her back and lungs, so as to push water from her mouth, if indeed there had been any in there.
My cock was roaring hard, and it rested across the top of her ass. I got more and more excited as I sat there thinking all kinds of erotic thoughts about what I wanted to do to this woman.
"Brent, let's go into my office and talk about this job a little further," Mrs. Walker panted, as she continued to enjoy my back massage, and probably the feeling of my big pecker resting on her naked ass cheeks.
"Sure," I said hurriedly, "I'll go get dressed."
"Oh, no need for that," she said jumping up, "my office is right here off the pool. Come on in the way you are."
"Okay," I agreed, standing up and not caring about the ridiculously large bulge my hard-on was making in the front of my tiny suit.
I followed her into her plush office, keeping my eyes on her ass every second of the way. It bobbed back and forth, driving my crazy.
"Sit down Brent," she said, pointing to a couch that looked more like a bed than a piece of office furniture.
"Thank you," I returned, feeling nervous, but a little more sure of myself now than I had been before. That holding of my cock had clearly showed what she was after, and I suddenly realized that all I had to do to get the job was to fuck her-something I considered anything but work.
She sat behind her large desk, her tits practically completely exposed in the front of her skimpy bikini, and she truly made an erotic sight.
I twitched and squirmed on the couch, as my cock throbbed on passionately, in eager anxiety over what was surely about to happen.
I mean I knew that we were going to make it together, it was just a matter of when she would start thing going.
Suddenly I knew that it was very possible that she wanted me, the man, to take the initiative. After all, she had certainly laid the ground work. I decided it was my turn to take the initiative and return her advance.
I stood up and walked over to her desk. She looked up from the papers she was pretending to read, and gave my body a good look.
She started, naturally, at my cock. It was sticking way out now, and if I must admit, made quite an alluring sight.
She then let her eyes run down my muscular thighs, all the way to my feet. Then she let them fly back upwards, stopping again momentarily at my crotch, and then, working up over my washboard stomach and my chiseled chest and muscular arms.
I know that I have quite a together body and I must have given rise in her to great feelings of lust and desire. She really gave me the once-over.
I saw her lower lip begin to tremble, and I knew that I had her in my control. Yes, I knew I could probably do anything to her sexually that I wanted to, but even at that point, I had no idea in the world that I would soon be experiencing my first anal fuck.
I leaned down over the desk, and planted my mouth firmly over one of her huge wet tits, and began sucking on it with gusto.
For the life of me I couldn't pull all of it into my large and quite expert mouth, it was so fucking big. I surely gave it a good try though, pulling desperately at the mushy flesh, trying very hard to engulf all of it with my saliva-coated mouth cavity.
She arched back in her big stuffed chair, and enjoyed the special tit-attention that I was so willingly administering on her, a big smile emanating from her lips.
She suddenly reached up, and grabbed a hold of the front of my swim suit again, squeezing even more firmly than she had before, the huge bulge that was my rock-hard gigantic love pole, and squeezing it very hard.
"Let's lie on the couch," she said unexpectedly, through a very panting tone of voice.
"Sure, I'd love to," I agreed, letting her know that I was more than willing to climb into the sack with her, and satisfy both of our sexual desires as one unti of sex and lust.
She took my hand and pulled me over to her huge stuffed couch, that really did look more like a double bed than any land of sofa.
I wasn't going to complain, that was for sure. The more room we had to wrestle about, the better. For that matter, I really wouldn't have minded if she had just pulled me down onto the fluffy white carpet and started to make love right there. I was eager all right, and my eagerness was matched only by Mrs. Walker's.
She pulled me down on top of her, once she had flung herself onto the paisley couch.
I fell on top of her willingly, crushing her big tits against my hairless naked chest, and pushing her whole entire body into the soft cushions of the big couch.
She immediately wrapped her firm shapely legs around my hips and squeezed in and out in rhythmic, erotic motions that got my cock throbbing out of control.
I could have come at any instant, even if I just had sat there and thought about it for a while. However, I wanted this little episode to last as long as she would let it, so I put thought of orgasm out of my lust-ridden mind--at least for the moment.
I attacked her mouth savagely, with the most erotic kissing that I think I have ever done in my life. She returned my passionately seductive advances with great eroticism of her own.
Now mind you, I have made love to many women in my young life, but I had never had one that was so totally sensual, as Mrs. Walker was now.
She had my head spinning, and more important, she had my cock throbbing more wildly than it ever had done before, and it was a highly pleasurable experience, let me tell you!
Our kisses got louder, and much more passionate, as the erotic minutes passed by. We were locked in a tight embrace, sending our tongues flying back and forth into one another's mouths with mad fury.
I could feel her gigantic melons squashed between our hot frames, and they felt very sensual on my flesh and all of my senses. Although I'm not really a tit freak, I love the squishy mounds of flesh as much as I love the rest of a healthy woman's body, which is quite a bit.
I guess that asses are one of my favorite areas of lust and passion. I slipped my hands underneath her thin waist, as she continued to apply the pressure to her legs, keeping my hips in her vise-like grip.
I grabbed a hold of her firm ass and squeezed it quite hard, not being able to contain myself.
She moaned very loud, the first really audible sound she had made since we had started this little sexcapade together. I knew then that her ass was one of her weak spots, and decided that since it was so beautiful, I would make it a target of my every attention.
I began to knead the flesh, mush like a woman would knead a pile of dough, shaping it into a loaf for baking. In and out I pushed and pulled with my long lean fingers, enjoying the texture of her flesh fully with the senses of my fingertips.
She began to shove her hips up and down violently as I paid more attention to her anal area. I knew that I had struck her most highly-sensitive area, and I was going to take the fullest advantage of that finding.
Suddenly, she released her vise-like grip of my hips with her shapely legs, and squirmed around so that she was lying on her stomach beneath me, as she had done at the apron of the pool.
I could see red finger marks in the flesh of her ass cheeks, apparently I had been a little more carried away with my kneading than I had figured.
I wondered if she knew how savagely I was tearing into her skin? I thought about it for a moment, and then realized that from the sounds coming from her that she wasn't getting enough attention. She could only have wanted more. She was hot all right, and I began to wonder if I was even going to be able to satisfy the older, more sexually mature woman. I was going to give it one hell of a try-that was for sure!
Her ass was jutting skyward, in the most sensual of arches, I didn't know what to do with it first.
I decided that I would massage it for a while to begin with, teasing her, letting her know that I knew how much she liked it, and was going to take full advantage of her sexual preference and weakness.
Still, however, I had in intention of fucking her in the ass. For that matter, I wasn't even sure if men did fuck women in the ass.
Sure, I had heard friends talk about it, but it was always during one of those bragging sexual discussions, when every male in the room tries to tell a story of more highly erotic adventure than the next, and the result usually was that I ended up not believing any of it.
However, I flashed quickly on the fact that if women, some women that is, did like getting fucked in the ass, then I was probably in the presence of one right now.
The way that she responded every time I touched her flesh down in that area, and also the way that she seemed to deliberately keep sticking her ass practically in my face, begging for anal attention, let me know quite clearly that I could probably do anything with her ass that I wanted.
Still, I was fairly shy when it came to trying something that I had never tried before, and decided that I would try and take my time as much as I could, and hope that she would lead me in the direction that she wanted to go in.
I had a feeling from her already quite forward maneuvering, both at the pool and now here in the office, that that was exactly what she was going to do.
She seemed to like to be the instigator, steering me, sort of, in a certain direction. Then she would he back and let me take over, knowing that I had been shown the area of her body that she wished to get some attention.
I didn't mind this way of getting things going whatsoever. I'm not really an aggressive man at heart, and like it when a woman is strong enough to lead the way, or at least point me in the right direction.
Now her bubbly ass was staring me in the face, and my erotic interior began to take over my senses. Her whole ass, except for the crack itself, was exposed.
The bikini was so skimpy to begin with, plus the fact that it had gotten wet and shrunk from the water, and also because of all the squirming around that we had done so far, all of the material was rolled up, revealing practically every last inch of her shapely buttocks.
My mouth was watering, as I leaned forward and undid the fasten in the back of her top, releasing her huge jugs. I tore off the skimpy top and reached my arms under her body, and started to once again toy with her giant jugs.
She moaned as I paid her this tit attention, and I could tell that I was getting her hotter and hotter by the second. I had a live wire underneath me, that was for sure. I wasn't sure where this little episode was going to lead, but I knew that the end result was probably going to be one of the, of perhaps ever the best-orgasm of my life, she was that erotic and stimulating!
As I continued to massage her big jugs of womanly flesh, I started kissing her naked back. I swirled my tongue all around, passionately soaking her flesh with my oozing saliva.
She seemed to love it when I made slurping sounds with my mouth, so I became louder, and more animal-like, as I continued to soak her naked flesh with my hot mouth juices.
It was funny. I was on top, and doing most of the work, but I had a feeling that it was really her who was in complete control and leading the whole situation.
I liked that fact, and I think it had a great deal to do with why I was getting so carried away with myself. Nothing could stop me now from obtaining what I wanted so desperately-an exciting orgasm. I knew that we both wanted the same thing, and we would be going down that road to sexual bliss together, hand in hand, cock in mouth, or whatever the case turned out to be.
Little did I know then it would be cock in ass!
As I continued to massage her sexy jugs, toying with her already quite stiff nipples, sending shivers through both of our spines, I began to lower my saliva-coated swirling tongue down over her back.
As I started getting near the part of her body where her bubbly flesh began to rise and curve upwards into the air in a highly erotic curvature of sexy flesh, she became more and more vocal with her moans and groans of pleasure.
I was again sure that it was her ass that was the center of her eroticism, and was going to take full advantage of that face to drive her sexually out of her mind, if I could. From the signs that she had given me thus far, I had a feeling that she was already on the road to sexual bliss!
I lapped her creamy skin, getting dangerously close to the area where her ass crack began. As I got to the top of her bubbly ass, she let out with a passionate scream, that told me I was surely heading in the right direction.
Now mind you, up to that point, I had never rammed a woman's asshole before. But it was as if I wasn't even in charge of my senses any longer. It was as if some force was driving me on, some erotic demon was possessing my soul, and sending me into further heights of erotic passion and lust.
I pulled my hands off her tits, and slid way down on the wide couch. I pulled her legs far apart, so that her pink button of an asshole was exposed.
It looked and smelled delicious, and I like the feeling that Mrs. Walker was a very clean woman who took care of her skin and body, making it smell clean and healthy everywhere.
I decided that I would tease her even further, so I started to kiss the back of her knees, getting them soaking wet with saliva. This drove her out of her mind, as she began to gyrate passionately on the couch.
I held a hold of her shapely calves firmly, not letting her change the spread-eagle and vulnerable position that I had so masterfully put her into.
Very slowly, deliberately enticing her with my every motion, I began to kiss and lick higher and higher up on her thighs. I was getting closer to her ass area and as I did, her sounds of passion became louder and more lust-filled.
I knew I was driving her out of her mind with desire, and that made me feel good, quite good indeed!
Eventually, I worked my way up to where her bubbly ass began to jut out from her shapely thigh. I began to kiss and lick the two cheeks of flesh, and she went wild.
The more that J paid attention to those mounds of flesh, the more she writhed about on the sofa.
I suddenly knew she was not going to be satisfied until I rammed my strong tongue up into her asshole.
It was as if there was someone inside me, leading me on, down this road to sexual bliss with this lady, the woman who I had merely come to see about a job and who was now in complete charge of my very inner being.
I pushed her legs apart even farther until her tiny pink buttonhole was clearly visible. I lunged forward, and began toying with the entrance to her shit chute.
The second that my hot tongue hit upon her asshole, her ass jutted backwards, causing my tongue to slide effortlessly inside her.
It all happened so fast that I was inside her and licking away before I knew what hit me. She jammed her ass farther and farther back into my face, and I returned her forward moves, but by ramming my tongue as far up into her as possible.
I was surprised to find out how much I enjoyed this ass eating that I was experiencing for the first time. Her asshole tasted and smelled delightful, and it got me more turned on to know that I was doing something so new, so different, and so highly erotic with such an electrifying woman.
I jammed my tongue farther and farther up into her steaming hot ass, and she responded by pushing backwards more and more, causing my tongue to slip even farther.
I loved this sexual foreplay that we were participating in. So many of the women I had slept with prior to this erotic experience just wanted to get in bed and fuck and that was it.
There never seemed to be much kissing or foreplay of any kind, and I had always missed it so much. This woman obviously liked to fool around and build the boiling point of our passion higher and higher, before we would actually get into fucking.
I wasn't about to stop her passionate ways, as I was as much interested in her form of love making as she was. I enjoyed the way she treated sex, it was more of an art with her than just a physical release.
She was really rocking about on the bed by this time, as my tongue sank deeper and deeper into her ass flesh, causing goose pimples to rise all over her skin, and for that matter, mine too.
Our erotic level of passion was reaching the boiling point, sooner that I had expected. I could have come so easily right then, as a matter-of-fact, if she had grabbed a hold of my cock then and pulled it, I surely would have shot my load all over her.
But she didn't, and I was glad. I really wanted to play with her a lot longer before shooting my come, and thus ending this erotic adventure.
Suddenly, she flipped over onto her back once again, and I thought perhaps she was tiring of my actions, but she wasn't. She just had decided that it was about time to give me some pleasure also. She obviously wanted to return the attention that I had been giving her own body for such a long time now, not that I in any way minded, or was bored.
She slid down so that I was kneeling right over her face, and she pulled my cock into her mouth passionately and began sucking on the huge shaft.
I started to shiver when I felt her hot tongue begin to swirl around my mighty love pole, and quite expertly did she perform at that!
She knew how to suck a cock all right, that was obvious after the first second or two that she was on it. Up and down the big shaft she went, sucking furiously and at the same time sending her mightily saliva-coated tongue flying all around it, soaking it, and causing me to quiver almost out of control.
As she continued sucking, she started toying with my balls with her lean fingers. This double sensation almost made me shoot my load right then and there, but I deliberately held it back.
I knew that there was a lot more sex play to come, and I didn't want to cut short any great experience that I could possibly share with this highly erotic woman.
She seemed to be trying to make me come though, she was sucking me so savagely, pulling all ten inches of my might battle sword deep into the recesses of her large hot mouth cavity, and then spitting it all out, just to once again pull it into her.
It was as if I was suddenly fucking her mouth. I began to shove my hips forward with a vengeance, sending my torrid love pole slamming down into the recesses of her mouth cavity, almost making her choke.
But, I could tell that she was a woman who had sucked more than one cock before in her life. It seemed that the more savagely I thrust my big pecker down into her, the more eagerly she opened her mouth and pulled it in, sucking all the time savagely.
Suddenly she spit my big pecker out of her mouth and rolled over onto her stomach once again.
"I want you to ram that beautiful prick of yours up my steaming hot asshole, Brent, and I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before in your life."
Her words echoed through my brain. She actually wanted me to fuck her ass! This was more erotic than I would have possibly dreamed, but I wasn't about to dwell on all the reasons; I was ready for action.
I spread open her legs once again, hoping I would be able to plug her hole satisfactorily. After all, I didn't want her to think I was an amateur.
My cock was well-lubricated with her saliva, and I realized now that that was what the blow-job was for-to get me ready to plug her.
I leaned forward, and let my bulbous plump cock toy with the entrance to her hole. But, she was a little too hot for any further sex play and she jutted her ass high in the air, so that I could clearly see that she meant business.
Taking a deep breath, I started to push forward with my hip. Her asshole was tight as a glove and my big prick plopped inside it and started to descend the long channel.
I couldn't believe how enticingly delicious it felt on my cock. Never before had I felt that sensation.
Sure, I had fucked a lot of cunts, but no cunt was as tight as Mrs. Walker's glorious asshole.
I think I realized as soon as I first entered her back portal, that I was going to be hooked on the joys of anal intercourse from then on.
Nothing could ever again top the sensation of a hot ass surrounding my huge pecker, and squeezing the come right from the shaft and balls.
She was an expert at this. As I began to shove my cock farther in, she likewise returned the effort by sending her ass jutting backwards, flying right into my groin so that my cock sunk all the way in as far as it could go.
Once all the way inside her, I fell forward, pressing her onto the soft-cushioned couch. I began to fuck the living shit out of her, very rhythmically.
I think I surprised her once I got going. She had made me so hot with all that foreplay I was now concerned only with having the greatest orgasm of my life-in her ass!
I fucked her like I had never fucked before. I rammed in and out with such fury that she screamed for joy.
Both of our bodies began to tremble almost out of control, as my furious fucking increased in force with every new thrust into the dark canal.
She was loving it all right, as her moans of pleasure became louder. I started moaning myself as I fucked her harder and harder and soon knew I was very near orgasm.
Suddenly she lifted a little off the sofa into a kind of kneeling position. She stuck her own finger up into her dripping pussy and began to finger-fuck her own cunt.
I knew she was waiting for me to come because of the sounds coming from her-I knew that any second she would shoot her juice all over the sofa.
When I realized how close she was to orgasm, I could wait no longer.
With one mighty last shove, I released gallons and gallons of my hot come up into her steaming ass.
At the same time, I felt her body begin to shiver, and knew she had finger-fucked herself into a glorious orgasm; we were both in ecstasy.
We came and came, and then we came some more. I didn't think I could stop shaking; I didn't know I had that much cream to spray all over the room.
I dropped down to the soft carpet, stretched out on my back and tried desperately to catch my breath as the come still shot from my mighty cock. I was exhausted.
From the panting she was doing, I guessed she had gone through a pretty strenuous work-out also.
"Well," she finally said, through incredibly muffled moans of lust, still trying frantically to catch her breath and return her breathing to somewhere near normal, "you have the job, that is if you still want it."
"Sure I do, Mrs. Walker, I really want it bad now. That was why I came here, remember?"
"Oh yes, so it was," she said with a giggle.
Well, that was my first anal experience, and I have been hooked ever since. I started working for Mrs. Walker the nest day and also gave her a good ass-fucking at least several times a week-whenever we could get along.
However, Mrs. Walker was not enough to fulfill my anal desires, so I began to fuck other chicks in the ass as well. Now I guess I fuck a girl in the ass at least six or seven times a week, and could even do it more-I love it so.
CONCLUSION
I must say that Brent has a healthy attitude about his sexual preferences. I only wish that all my clients shared his enthusiasm and peace of mind about their inner desires, realizing that there are thousands of us who share the same exact wishes for particular sexual fulfillment.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Subject: Liza H. Age: Twenty-three
INTERVIEW ONE
Liza came to me with her problems, wishing to talk to someone more than anything else. She knew that the type of sex she was getting herself involved in more each day was a sex that many women enjoyed without remorse.
But, her strict upbringing in a small New England town caused her guilt feelings whenever she tried to enjoy anal intercourse, a form of sex that was very much a part of her now.
Here then is the transcript of our meeting:
Well, Doctor, I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself, so that you can better understand exactly where I'm coming from, that is concerning all the guilt I have now.
I was brought up in a very small fishing village on the coast of Maine. My father was a fisherman, and his father before him. My mother, like her own mother, worked hard all her life and enjoyed few physical or emotional pleasures.
I think I knew when I started reaching puberty that I couldn't fall into the trap that they had all fallen into so easily. I had to get out, get away, and make a new and exciting life of my own.
All of the boys that I went to school with were already planning to take over their father's fishing business as soon as they past on, to keep the evolutionary circle revolving, revolving in boredom-for me anyway.
I needed more, much more. I finally left the village when I was eighteen, much to my family's dismay. But I must say they were pretty good about it.
They loved me, I think more than life itself, and wouldn't have dreamt of stopping me, realizing that I had my mind made up and being of age; I had every right to pick the path for my own life.
I promised to write them and keep them informed of my adventures, which I still do to this day. Every week, without fail, I send a letter home to my parents, with my love and all about what I'm doing-that is, the parts I can tell them about.
Of course, my sexual escapades are another story. I couldn't possibly tell them abut what I have been doing physically with so many virile young men-that would surely give them a reason to be upset.
No, I have always thought it better to just tell them the things I know they'll want to hear, without going into the sordid details.
For some reason, I decided to head for San Francisco. I suppose because it was a coastal city with lots of ocean around. In this way I didn't feel totally removed from my upbringing, but at the same time I had an exciting big city in which to explore and grow-emotionally, physically, and most important of all, sexually.
At eighteen, I was still a virgin. No one in my small town ever fucked until after they were married, and seeing as I wasn't about to marry any of the locals, I had never experienced sex.
I think my first experience with sex, when I lost my virginity both in the front and rear entrances, has played an important part in my sexual preferences.
It all happened one night down in San Francisco' North Beach, after I had been in the city for about a year. I had taken several waitress jobs and other odd-jobs to pay for the tiny apartment I had found just off Golden Gate Park, near Haight-Asbury, which at the time was the center of the hippie movement.
I had kept pretty much to myself, working and coming home and doing chores around my apartment. I always did my own laundry and cooking, things which I had done at home with my mother since I was thirteen.
Being shy didn't allow me to make very many friends for quite a while. Oh, I got a lot of cat-calls on the street, as I have quite a healthy pair of breasts, and a bubbly ass that turned many an eye, but somehow they always turned me off.
I guess I was looking for true love, something I have since learned finds you, and you can't just go out and look for it-at least I couldn't.
I did make one friend though, Jenny, a red-head who worked in the same coffee shop that I did on weekends.
She, like me, was from a small town in New England. It was amazing how similar our backgrounds were, and the more we got to know one another, the tighter we became.
One night, she showed me an ad in a newspaper which she had cut out. It called for go-go dancers, without experience, for a job dancing in a topless bar three nights a week. It also said the pay was fifty dollars a night, something which really caught her attention.
"I couldn't possibly do something like that," I told Jenny.
"Sure you could," the more energetic and brazen young lady said.
"But just to take off my blouse and dance with my big tits showing, and waving in the wind?" I asked her, still in a shy mood.
"Look, honey, I think we should at least try it. After all, we have nothing to lose and fifty dollars a night to gain."
I thought it over for a couple of days, as the audition wasn't until a few days from then. It was with great reluctance that I finally accepted my friend's offer to accompany her to the audition.
There were a lot of very pretty girls there, but I must say that my friend and I were certainly as pretty as any of them, and without sounding too egotistical, my tits were the best pair of knockers in the house.
Jenny and I had decided not to wear a bra, something which we had never done before. We were, and are, quite sexy looking young ladies, but our small-town upbringing from stuffy New England had always kept us refined and proper.
I knew that this job represented the total break from conventionality and I think that was the main reason why I finally accepted Jenny's invitation to join her at the audition.
I was glad that we were not called first, because it gave us a chance to see the other girls and realize what was going to be expected from us.
The place was on Broadway-North Beach's answer to Times Square. It was, of course, much smaller, but as far as being sexually open, it had no rival.
There were all kinds of striptease joints and tons of topless places with barkers standing outside the front door calling at passer-bys on the street to come in and sample the thrills of the club.
The first girl that was called was a fairly skinny young blonde who couldn't dance very well at all. She was dismissed almost immediately.
There were several very busty girls who followed her who were fairly good dancers, but for some reason, were also rapidly dismissed without even so much as a "we'll call you" routine.
Then Jenny was called and I swallowed hard as she headed for the stage. She climbed up the short stoop of steps that led to the spotlight at center stage.
The owner of the club, along with a couple of other guys, told her to take off her blouse. She did and then when they put on the record she began to dance.
I had never seen Jenny gyrate like that before. We had gone out a couple of times and danced a bit, but she had never done anything like that.
I began to realize that she was just putting out everything she had and some that she didn't know she had because she wanted the job so badly.
It would be great to work here, and since I didn't know anyone in the city and didn't have to worry about small-town gossip, I began to want to work there also.
Suddenly Jenny was over, and they told her to wait. She was the first girl that they had told to wait, and there were only four of us left waiting to try out.
I was really happy for her, and seeing her in that position made me want the job even more. It would be great fun if we both got the job and could work in this sordid place together.
They called my name, and my heat started pounding like mad. I think I was numb with fear. I must have been in another realm of consciousness because when I hit that stage I was like a new person completely.
The lights were so bright I couldn't see anyone. I tore off my sweater without even being told to and began to dance around sexily even before the music started.
They turned the music on, after I had really gotten going, and I joined the erotic beat of what they had played. I let my huge tits slap up and down against my firm body, and I guess they must have been making quite a sight.
They let me dance much longer than any of the other girls, including Jenny, who was still waiting in the corner.
Suddenly the music stopped and the lights on the stage that had been blinding me went out. When my pupils adjusted to the sudden chance, I could see the three men talking to themselves and looking me over carefully.
I was exhausted from the wild dancing that I had put out to turn them on. It was funny how erotic I had become all of a sudden, knowing that there were three men a few feet away from me and that it was my job, if I could land it.
It must have worked.
"What is your name again honey?" the owner said. He was short, stout and about fifty, with a gruff voice.
"Liza," I answered meekly, somewhat out of breath.
"Is that girl Jenny your friend?"
"Yes, we're friends," I said a little puzzled.
"Well, I want you both here on Thursday night for a dress rehearsal of the show we do; you both have a job."
I was elated. I didn't know what to say. I ran off the stage and without realizing what I was doing, threw my arms around Mr. Gibson, the club owner.
I crushed my naked big jugs into his chest, and squeezed with all my might.
"Oh, thank you, sir, thank you so much. You don't know what this means to Jenny and me. Thank you, thank you," I babbled on and on.
I saw that he was getting quite flustered at my show of emotion and I broke my grip and ran over to Jenny and hugged her.
We quickly put on our tops and left the place.
When Thursday rolled around, we were both excited as hell. We had gone out and bought some really sexy outfits to wear to our first show. We were really up.
We both quit our waitressing job and decided that working for the club three nights a week at that price would certainly be enough to keep us going.
Jenny had been living in a rooming house and since the apartment I had was furnished, I invited her to move in with me on the couch in the living room. We could save money for clothes and things with the rent we would save by sharing.
It was with high anticipation of bettering ourselves that we went to the first rehearsal for our new erotic and highly rewarding jobs at the sexy topless club.
When we got to the club there were ten beautiful girls, really lovely, already there. We were introduced to those girls who were regulars there.
Some of them looked at us with jealousy, but most welcomed us with open arms. An extremely handsome black-haired young stud, who I later learned was the owner's son who worked as a bouncer, told a couple of the girls to take us into wardrobe and get us into some clothes for rehearsal.
This was done in a jiffy. We were both given pairs of sexy underpants with holes in the back, exposing our assholes, and after looking at myself in the mirrow, I realized that I truly did have a gorgeous body.
My friend Jenny was no slouch either. Although my breasts were a little larger than hers, she had more beautifully-shaped ones and her nipples were a little larger and jutted out from her pleasure bumps a little farther than mine did.
All in all, we were quite an erotic couple to join the chorus line of the sensual show, and I could readily see why we were getting some jealous looks from some of the older, more jaded, dancers who had probably been there for a long time.
We rehearsed for four long hours, learning all of the dance routines and giving the owner and quick sample of what we would be doing during our ten minute free-dance period which every girl got once a night.
It was like a regular show, with all of us doing certain exact things in kind of acts. Then between each musical number, one of us would have a ten minute dance period all by herself.
After rehearsal, as we were all ready to depart, Tony, the owner's son, came over to me.
"Hey, Liza, I just wanted to tell you that it is good to have you at the club."
"Thanks, Tony," I said, blushing a little at the handsome man's attention.
"You have some piece of ass on you, kid," he said, almost as nonchalantly as he would have asked someone for the correct time of day.
"Thanks, you're not bad yourself," I responded, surprising myself at my freedom of speech. I realized that it must be the atmosphere of openness that made me feel free enough to speak in that manner.
"Want to come to my place for a drink?"
Again I surprised myself. "Sure, I'd love to," I said, without hesitating. My heart pounded as the handsome young stud flashed a winning smile at me that seemed to scorch my soul with sexual determination.
I told Jenny what was going on, and that I would see her at home later. She told me to have a great time and relax. She said some of the other girls had told her about Tony, and she mentioned that even though he was erotic as hell, he was also gentle and never would fuck up one of his father's workers.
After hearing this, I had even more confidence in what I was doing. I was still a virgin, mind you, and knew that it was about time that things changed.
I told Liza that our time was up, and she said that she would come back in two days later to finish her story. Here is the transcript of that second meeting.
INTERVIEW TWO
Where was I? Oh, yes. So, I went to Tony's apartment, which was really a small house. It was beautifully romantic, having a large sun deck off the living room, which looked out over the Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge.
I thought to myself that this was a truly romantic place in which to lose my virginity, something that I knew was about to happen.
He made drinks and after some short chatter about this and that, he leaned forward and kissed me. The touch of his hot sensuous lips on mine sent me flying.
I grabbed a hold of him, and pulled him down on top of me, crushing my hot tits into his manly chest. At this sudden forwardness on my part, he took more and more liberties with my sex-starved body, something which I only encouraged him to do more and more.
Suddenly, he threw his arms underneath me, and picked me up in a cradle-like fashion and carried me into his bedroom. He was so strong that I was excited as hell at his touch, and indeed, his very presence.
He wasted no time at all. He threw me down on top of his gigantic water bed. I had heard of water beds before, but had never slept on one. It was really erotic, the way that the water made my body shiver back and forth.
He crushed me into it with his massive masculine body, and began kissing my neck passionately. I could feel the blood rushing to the surface of my fair skin, as he sucked me like a vampire.
I quivered passionately as I realized that my first sexual adventure was about to happen. I only hoped that my being a virgin wouldn't in any way turn Tony off, repel him, or make him not want to make love with me.
I decided to relax as much as I could under the stimulating circumstances, and go with the flow. After all, Jenny had told me that he was supposed to be a very gentle lover, and I was sure that he wouldn't hurt me, not deliberately anyway.
I arched my back on the moving bed, and let him eat away at my neck passionately. When I arched like I did, he knew that I was into him, and willing to let him take me in any way that he saw fit.
This seemed to drive him on to higher and higher fits of passion, as he lunged into my flesh with his burning hot mouth, and his saliva-coated tongue.
I could feel his hot tongue swirling about on my flesh, causing me to gyrate passionately and quiver in anticipation of the sexual assault that was to follow momentarily.
Quite expertly, almost before I knew what was happening, he had managed to unbutton my tight blouse and pull it down, all the while sucking my neck passionately.
Jenny and I had decided to stop wearing bras as soon as we got the job. We thought that it would be hypocritical to be a topless dancer and then wear a bra during the off-stage hours. We both had agreed that the freedom was a good feeling, and made us feel like mature women, something we both needed to feel very badly.
So, there were my gigantic jugs of pleasure sticking way up in the air. Now I know that he had seen them already, both at my audition, and earlier that same nigh at the rehearsal of the show.
But I guess it was the fact that now my tits were his to fool around with, to play with and fondle in any way he chose, that really drove him wild with passionate fervor.
He lunged down at-my tits and took one of them into his mouth eagerly, sucking passionately on it, chewing on my nipple, and causing it to erect to spear-like stiffness.
Then he dove across my valley of cleavage, and started to do the same to the other one.
This was the first time a man had ever kissed my huge knockers, and it was a truly erotic moment, a moment that I will never forget as long as I live. Actually, the whole episode that night with Tony, is something that was burned into my mind forever, something that was beautiful, and that has affected my sexual ways ever since.
He was really going at my tits now. They were saliva-soaked, as he let the hot fluid from his mouth flow readily out and over my two mounds of squishy flesh.
He loved my tits, that was obvious right from the beginning. I was really glad that my body was exciting him, and I reached around his massive waist and squeezed him with all my might.
Suddenly he undid the zipper of my mini skirt, and pulled it quickly down. Without waiting another second, he tore off my pink lace undies and I was totally naked.
He stood up at the edge of the bed, and stared at me for a long moment.
"Your beautiful," he said, and suddenly I felt like a woman for the first time in my young life.
I watched him, as he very slowly, very deliberately, started to undress. He was wearing a skin-tight jersey, which he ripped off his massive chest.
He revealed a hairless upper body that was just rippling with muscles. With all of the well-developed men that I had seen around the village in the summer time, none of them could even hold a candle to the erotic piece of male flesh that was standing in front of me now, about to descend on my naked body, and steal my virginity away from me.
He started to pull down his tight-fitting beige slacks, and I swallowed hard, knowing that I was about to see my first male cock, in glorious erection.
There it was suddenly, plunging out in front of his groin and his flat belly, standing out proudly like a gigantic flag pole.
The bulbous rock head was twitching with anticipation, and I saw a small pool of pre-orgasmic love juice emanating from the tiny slit at the tip of his prick.
It was an alluring sight, and I felt my cunt begin to twitch, with the anticipation of the fucking that I was going to get from the enormous weapon of manhood.
I smiled up at him, and deliberately looked him over quite lustfully, letting him know with my eyes, without saying a word, that I truly admired his massive masculine body, and especially his tremendous love tool.
He fell on top of me, and for the first time in my life I felt the true heat of passion that a woman feels when a naked man, cock roaring hard, heels when he lies on top of her.
I could feel his gigantic prick rubbing up against my virgin clit, and it was exciting me no end.
He started to once again kiss me passionately, working over my tits in his sensuous mouth. Then all of a sudden, he flipped me over like I was a pancake on a hot grill, and began to kiss my back, my shoulders, and started working his way down to my ass.
This was quite a surprise for me, but I certainly didn't mind. His hot mouth and snake-like darting tongue were sending shivers all through my body as they continued to lick and lap at my flesh.
He began to go lower and lower on my back with his searing tongue, and finally he ended up on top of my bubbly ass flesh.
Quivers of excitement went through my body as he began to lick my two moons of flesh. He got both mounds of my sensual area soaking wet with his saliva, and then he actually started smearing his face around on top of my ass.
It was a highly erotic experience, one that I will never forget. I could feel his smooth-skinned face flying back and forth from one of my cheeks to the other, all the while letting his tongue dart and swirl about on top of me.
I began to move my ass around. It was impossible for me to just lie there motionless, when this virile young man was so excitingly attacking my rear end with his hot mouth and busy tongue.
Suddenly he began to probe his tongue down in between my ass lips, and I suddenly started to realize that this was more than just a surface flesh-attack.
Yes, he was heading for my asshole all right, and this really surprised me. Of course, I was not learned when it came to any form of sexual affairs, but this ass attention, well this was something that I hadn't even dreamed about in my wildest imagination of sexual fantasies before.
He started probing the pink button that was my asshole, and I started to quiver in excitement, and anticipation of what was to follow. I knew, or at least started to think at that time, that this guy was going to stick more than just his tongue up into my virgin asshole.
I had forgotten all about my cunt, and the fact that it still hadn't been penetrated. I was being so stimulated with this anal attention, that nothing else seemed to matter any more.
I began to gyrate my ass about furiously, jutting it up into the air, and pushing it back into his waiting tongue.
The first time that I felt his tongue slip into my asshole, and begin reaming me out, I flipped out. I shivered uncontrollably, as my very inner being seemed to suddenly come alive with erotic excitement and fulfillment.
I loved the way that he was handling me, and wanted more and more of what he was doing. I didn't want him to ever stop, it was all feeling so good, and so excitingly delicious to all of my sex-starved senses.
His tongue felt like a big cock, as it swirled up inside of me, lubricating my ass, and I know now that he was clearing a path for his hot cock, which was patiently waiting for its turn to enter my tight virgin asshole.
Suddenly he kneeled up off of me, and placed his cock at the entrance to my asshole. If I had had any doubts about what was going to happen before, I certainly didn't any longer.
I knew that he had every intention of ramming his gigantic foot-long pecker up into my tight well-lubricated asshole, and you know what Doctor, I couldn't wait for him to do it.
I shook violently, as his bulbous cock head started entering my body. I screamed out with pain as it slid into me, forcing my ass walls to separate and except the huge width of his pecker.
When I screamed he froze, and didn't move another inch, until my ass adjusted the bit of cock that was already in it. Then very slowly, very lovingly, he continued to enter me.
Jenny had been right when she told me that Tony was gentle. He truly was, and an expert, loving lover, who knew how to handle me beautifully.
Not only was he concerned about his own pleasures, but he was likewise concerned about mine. He wanted me to get as much enjoyment out of the anal intercourse as he was, that was obvious now by his gentle attitude during his forceful penetration.
Inch by inch I felt his huge cock slip up into my ass, and I must admit that after the first shock of such a huge foreign object penetrating my back portal was over, and I accepted it, and my asshole accepted it, well, it began to feel better and better and better and better and better and better and better etc.
By the time that the last of his eleven or twelve inches was inside me I was loving it tremendously.
I began to shove my ass up and back, to allow his cock to slip even farther and farther into my dark shit chute. I think that he really dug it when I started to participate in the act more willingly, and stopped just lying around.
He started ramming his cock in and out of me with a fury that I had not believed imaginable. He was some fucking stud all right, and was certainly living up to the reputation that I had heard about him from Jenny who had heard it from several of the other girls.
I knew that I was only one of his many physical conquests but that didn't seem to matter. That he was now enjoying my body, my hot flesh, and my virgin ass, was all that seemed to be important to either of us.
It was the present that counted, and not the past. I wanted to make the present count, and he sure seemed to want to do the same exact thing.
In and out of my ass he started slamming his big cock, and the more erotic I began to feel.
I felt like I was being born all over again. I felt like I had finally reached maturity, womanhood, and that I was part of the society which had always just looked at me from the outside.
I shoved my ass furiously back into his cock now, and got into a mutually satisfying rhythm with him, as my ass and his cock got better and better acquainted.
I could hear him moaning louder and louder, as he continued barreling his big cock into me, and I knew that the time for his orgasm was not far away.
Suddenly I felt his finger slip underneath my body, and start toying with my cunt lips. I was a little afraid now, because I knew it was going to hurt when he broke my cherry.
Very gently, he pressed his finger up into my cunt. I felt my hymen break, and could feel the warm blood flowing out over his finger.
For me, it was only a moment's pain, because as his cock continued to ram in and out of my asshole, it seemed to make me focus all of my attention on that.
I guess that the realization that I was a virgin, as he felt the blood gushing out all over his fingers, excited Tony tremendously, because I heard him scream, and began to feel his hot liquid or orgasmic state go rushing into my scorched asshole.
I also began to have my first orgasm, and our bodies quiverred together in one mass state of erotic behavior.
It was beautiful, as our orgasms went on and on. I didn't thing that they were ever going to end, we were both highly worked up into an erotic state of being.
Finally though, unfortunately for both of us, it was over. He pulled his gigantic prick out of me, telling me how beautiful it had all been, and how he hoped that he hadn't hurt me when he had broken my cherry.
I told him the whole thing was beautiful, and that I had loved every minute of it, which was the honest truth.
Well Doctor, that was my first experience. The only problem is now, a thousand fucks later, is that I still have some guilty feelings about sex in general, and ass-fucking in particular. I wish that they would go away, and I could enjoy sex without guilt.
CONCLUSION
Liza is like many other young women of her age and sexual prowess. Do to very strict social upbringing, they are afraid to let go and enjoy their bodies, and those bodies of men that they love to the fullest.
I have talked to Liza several times since our initial two meetings, and she is slowly but surely losing her strict morals, and beginning to enjoy sex for what it is-a healthy, invigorating part of normal day-to-day living.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject: Bob E. Age: Eighteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Bob E. is a very handsome young man, who came to me because of his conscience, just like Liza. It seems that he got into anal intercourse with his seventeen-year-old sister, Eileen, and has been fucking her practically every day for over six month now, without letting his parents or anyone else know about it.
Here is the transcript of our two interviews, and I'm sure that you will find it most interesting reading.
Well Doctor, as you can see, I'm no worldly man, possessing very few ideas about what is right or wrong sexually, other than to know that what I have been involved in lately is getting me more and more nervous.
Not only is my conscience bothering me-and I'm really afraid that my parents are going to find out what is going on-but I also am afraid that my sister is going to get pregnant.
She is on the pill, but there is always the chance that is may happen, and with the amount of fucking that we are doing, both in the ass and in the cunt, well, the chances are increasing more every day.
It all started one day last summer. We had decided to go on a picnic together, out to Chestnut Lake. It is a lake about four miles from our house in the country, and it is quite deserted.
Actually, we are about the only ones who ever went there. We have a lot of land, and the lake on our property. We certainly wouldn't mind if anyone else swam there, but there just never seemed to be anyone but us doing the big fresh-water lake.
It was a beautiful place too, still is for that matter. It has grassy banks all the way around it, and is a perfect place for a picnic, and some good times.
My sister Eileen and I have always been super close. My parents, because of their constant bickering with one another, have neglected both of us, and I think that is why we have had to find love with one another-the love that should have been coming from Mom and Dad.
We did everything together, even went to many of the school activities, as well as dances, together. Some of the other kids thought that this was strange, at first anyway, but after they saw that we were really close, and loved one another deeply, they all accepted us as p art of the group.
This summer, I had just turned eighteen, and as yet, still had my virginity. My sister lost hers the summer before, when she was only sixteen.
Some guy had raped her out near the lake when she had gone swimming by herself. He was just a drifter, and disappeared as soon as it was over.
Because she didn't trust either my mother or my father, she had come to me with the story, as she seemed to do with just about everything that was at all important to her.
My sister is a beautiful young lad, with long straight blonde hair, and a pair of tits on her that make all the others in our class, and for that matter in our whole high school, green with envy.
She was distraught with grief and I had comforted her. I brought her to a doctor in another town, and after swearing him to secrecy, he examined her, and released her finding that not permanent damage had occurred.
I think that that brutal rape, and my comforting in her during her stressing period of growing up, brought us even closer together than we had already been, which had been quite close.
We looked a lot alike too, and it was almost as if we were one complete unit whenever we were together, and for that matter, even when we were apart.
We always would seem to know what the other was thinking, and could anticipate things that werwere feeling, and that we would say.
It was almost spooky sometimes, like when I would go to say something, or ask Eileen a question, and she would answer me before I had time to get the question out.
We would laugh about it, but we both knew that our closeness was important to us, and that we held it as a very special gift that we would always make the very best advantage of.
Eileen had spent a couple of hours preparing a really beautiful picnic lunch that sunny Saturday afternoon, for us to take to the lake.
I found our favorite clearing, which was on the opposite side of the lake from where the tragic rape of my sister had taken place.
Actually, I was quite proud of her that she could even come out to the lake anymore at all, but she did, and as long as we didn't go to the other side of the big mass of fresh water, she was all right.
I spread out the blanket that we had brought, pulling it out of the basket from my bicycle. I picked up some rocks and twigs that were on the ground, and made sure that the large blanket was smooth and free from dirt.
I stretched out on it, while Eileen began to unpack the lunch she had spent so much time preparing, from the large wicker basket that she had carried across the handlebars of her own bike.
She had made several types of sandwiches, including tuna fish with egg, my favorite. She always made that for me, knowing how much I liked it.
She had devilled eggs, and pickles, potato chips, and other assorted picnic goodies. I really loved Eileen, she always thought of everything.
There were napkins, and even tiny salt and pepper shakers. There were very few ants or bugs of any kind out there by this end of the lake for some reason, so we could eat without the hassled of insects wanting to share our lunch with us.
"Hey Sis, let's take a swim before we eat. It's really hot today."
"Okay, love," she said. Eileen had called me love ever since the rape, I guess it was her way of letting me always know how much she loved and trusted me.
We tore off our clothes and ran for the water's edge. We both tried to push each other off the stiff cliff, and I won. Eileen went flying head first into the water, screaming and laughing all the way.
I took a nice dive in after her, and as soon as I bobbed up out of the water, she was on top of me, trying to dunk me, like she always did.
I had found myself during the last couple of months, looking at my beautiful sister in more and more of an alluring sexual way.
I always shut off the feeling when they arose, thinking that they were perverted, and that if I let her know about them she would surely freak out. Especially after the violent rape that hed taken her virginity such a short time ago.
But today, it was so beautiful out, and my sister looked so exciting in her little bikini suit , with her tits practically hanging out of them they were so large, and the suit so small-well it was damn hard not to think of her sexually.
I grabbed a hold of her legs under the water, and pulled her down. She laughed, and tried to get back of me, but being a faster swimmer, I swam away from her.
I climbed up the steep bank, and ran over to the rope that we had tied to the limb of a big oak tree, that extended over the cliff.
We loved to swing off it, and dive into the water way out in the middle. That was just what I did then.
She was chasing me, and I waited until her outstretched arms were inches away from my body before I jumped onto the rope, and flew out into the air, letting go just before the rope started its return to the shore.
She was yelling that she would get me, as she grabbed the rope and flew out over the cliff hot in my pursuit.
But, by the time that she was splashing in the water, as I had just done, I was already once again climbing up onto the shore, and racing for the rope-swing once again.
She gave up trying to catch me, and out of breath, returned to the lunch that had already been spread for us. She lied down on her stomach to dry off, while I took a couple of last dives.
I finally was tired also, and headed to the picnic area to join my beautiful sister for lunch.
When I got to the blanket, almost without thinking, I plopped my wet body on top of her, lying on her outstretched back with my wet bathing suit.
I thought that she would scream and wrestle me off of her as I had done this particular trick many times, and it always got her furious.
But, much to my surprise, when I stretched out on top of her back, my brief swim suit with my large cock encased securely inside of it pressing firmly against her practically bare buttocks, she didn't move at all.
In fact, I could have sworn that she gyrated her hips slightly in an erotic motion, causing my cock to stiffen slightly.
I guess that I freaked out, thinking that it was my own head, once again thinking of her in a sexual way, so I jumped off of her and grabbed a sandwich, not being able to look at her straight in the eye.
"Oh, tuna fish and egg, great Eileen, you remembered," I said trying to make idle conversation, hoping that I would get her mind off the slight sexual moment that we had just shared together.
"You know I always think of you," she said, as she stared up at me with the biggest pair of blue eyes I had ever seen.
There was something in the way that she looked at me that second, that I had never seen in her face before. Something that sent a chill right down my practically naked body, all the way to my toes.
I thought that it was a look of lust that she was coming across with, but told myself that once again, it was just my head, and that I had to stop thinking thoughts like that.
I tore into my sandwich with gusto, trying to take out on the bread and fixings my true hidden desires. I really wanted to tear into my sister, but forced those perverted ideas from my mind.
Still, there was that look that Eileen had flashed me when I climbed off her bubbly ass, that I just couldn't get out of my mind for a second. I tried desperately to erase it, but it was to no avail.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Eileen said asked me.
"Oh nothing," I said, still not looking at her.
"Hey love, look at me," she said, gently putting her soft white hand on my chin, and lifting it up so that our eyes met.
"What's wrong?" she asked me again, determined to not let anything go down between us that was negative. She was always like that. Whenever I had a problem, she always wanted to share it, as I did with her. This, I guess, was a good part of what made us love one another so deeply.
"Nothing, really," I persisted, afraid to tell her what was really bothering me, in fear that it would surely freak her out to know that her brother wanted to make actual physical love to her.
"Come now, love, this is Eileen you're talking to, remember me?"
She had me, I knew it. The more she persisted, the more I was probably showing that there was indeed something very definitely wrong with me. I decided that I would have to tell her, and just hope that she would understand.
I noticed that our time was up, and asked Bob if he would return after the weekend to finish his story. He said that he would be happy to. Here is the transcript of our second and last interview, in Bob's own words.
INTERVIEW TWO
Well, Doctor, as I was telling you last week, I decided that I was going to have to tell her, and hope for the best. She was being too persistent in her demands, and actually, there was no reason why I shouldn't tell her.
We had always told one another everything, and there should be no reason why this problem should be any different from the others, except to me, it was truly quite different, and could possibly fuck up the beautiful brother-sister relationship that we had together for so long.
I decided that I just had to tell her.
"Well, Eileen, it's you," I began.
"Me? What did I do?"
"Oh, nothing, other than be your beautiful self," I said, uncontrollably allowing my eyes to wander over her supple breasts that were flopping out of her tiny bikini swim suit, that after getting wet looked erotic as hell on her supple young flesh.
"Thank you, love," she said, almost flirtatiously.
"I'm serious Eileen," I said, wanting her to pay attention to what I was saying, and not fool around.
"So am I love," she said, leaning over and [text missing in original pocketbook]
Now mind you, Doctor, Eileen and I had kissed one another dozens of times. We were always expressing our affection for one another by kissing and hugging.
But this kiss that my erotic younger sister just planted on my hot mouth, was a kiss that she had never before given me. It was long, it was hot and juicy, and it had a completely different feeling to it.
Sure, there was sisterly love in it, but there was also womanly love in it, and that freaked me out.
I wasn't about to stop her attention though, so I opened my mouth wide, thinking that by this show of interest, she would probably back away.
However, again she surprised me by throwing her arms around my neck, and sticking her tongue into my mouth, beginning to swirl it around passionately in an erotic kiss that lasted for a very long time.
I knew now that I didn't have to say anything to Eileen. Yes, Doctor, she was obviously as much into me on a sexual level as I had been into her for so long.
Whether this was a sudden urge, or something that had been building in her for a long time as it had been building in me, was irrelevant now. All that mattered was that we desired one another.
Sure, Doc, there was that little voice inside me saying to cool it, that this was perverted, after all she was my sister, but I just couldn't stop myself.
Not only did I not want to, but Eileen seemed to be doing everything in her power to lure me on, to make me take her physically, and I just couldn't let her down, or myself down for that matter.
By this time my cock was throbbing with full erected state, and was demanding for some physical attention. I decided that I had to fuck her, or come in any way that we both found good for our own sexual appetites-but one way or another, I just had to come.
I crushed her into the grass, and returned her kisses with passionate ones of my own. I undid the clasp to her bikini, and yanked it from her supple body, exposing her beautiful tits.
I had seen her naked many times before, but never when I had intentions of making love to her, and it made her body take on a completely different aura.
She was delectably delicious at that time, and I lunged into her. I sent my tongue flying in and out of her mouth, and she returned my passion with surprisingly active kisses of her own.
I plunged downward, and began to kiss her very full breasts, sending her into throes of ecstasy. Her cries of sexual bliss only spurred me on to further and further heights of passion, as I began to think of her less and less as my sister, and more and more as a woman who I was making love to in a very erotic way.
Actually she was both at the same time, and I think that is what made the whole thing so highly erotic to begin with. We were turning each other on all right, and were both digging it tremendously.
I let my tongue start kissing her firm flat stomach, and then got closer and closer to her V-shaped crotch, that was still covered by the bottom of her skimpy bikini, still moist from the water.
My passion took a hold of me suddenly, and I yanked the bottoms off her, using my feet to work the material down over her shapely ankles, and off her feet.
She pulled me into her, and sent waves of passion surging through my body with her eager kissing.
Suddenly, she gripped a hold of my waist, and pulled me up so that my crotch was a scant couple of inches away from her face.
She lunged forward, and began nibbling at the front of my bathing suit, which held firmly my torrid erection inside of it.
She took her long lean fingers, and yanked down the front of my swim suit, and without thinking about it for even a second, lunged her hot mouth forward and engulfed my cock between her hot wet lips.
Now I know damn well that she had never sucked a cock before. She surely would have told me if she had had any other sexual experience besides the brutal rape that had happened the summer before.
But let me tell you Doctor, could she ever suck a cock! I guess it was a natural inborn talent that she had, and she was using it to the fullest.
Up and down my shaft she went with her hot mouth and her swirling tongue. I started shoving my hips forward and backward, allowing my torrid tool to go even farther down her throat.
She gagged a little bit, but when I reacted to her noise by trying to pull my throbbing prick out of her mouth, she grabbed a hold of my rock-hard muscular ass and pulled my hips even more violently into her face.
I knew now that she was hot as hell, and that I didn't have to worry about hurting her, so I began to really shove my cock down her throat.
Once in a while she would choke, but I kept on slamming my cock into her, and she was loving every second of it. The harder I pushed forward, the more furiously she would suck on my big pecker, driving me more and more out of my mind with the need for release of my built-up sex juices, that were now causing my balls to ache madly with the need for release.
She pulled my bathing suit down over my hips as she kept on sucking, exposing my bare muscular bottom to nature. She started toying with my asshole, and I began to realize that I had one hot little sister on my hands.
I grabbed a hold of her head, and shoved it into my groin, sending my cock even farther down into her throat. By this time she had adjusted her mouth to the size of my big love pole, and was choking no longer.
Suddenly, she pulled off me, letting my cock slip out of her mouth, and turned over on the blanket. "Please, Brother love, fuck me in the ass. I'm afraid to have you fuck me in the cunt, right now anyway, but I want you to fuck me, and my ass is the only hole left. Please tell me that you will do it?"
Now really, Doctor, what was I to say? I certainly couldn't disappoint my beautiful sexy sister, not after she had given me such a stimulating and expert blow-job, so I consented to ram her ass.
I didn't need any form of lubrication whatsoever, as her stimulating suck-job had more than lubricated my throbbing pecker, into a state that was just perfect for entry into any hole, be it front or back.
Her bubbly ass looked beautiful shining up at me in the bright sunlight of the hot summer day. She was sweating from the heat and from the erotic feelings she was having.
Her ass cheeks were glistening with perspiration, and I decided that I would play with her a little bit. I kicked my swim suit off my feet so that I would be free to move around without any confinement.
I fell on top of her, and my huge soaking-wet cock started slipping sensuously back and forth across the firm flesh of her naked bottom.
This action made her start to lift her ass up and down, and without saying a single word, her body was begging to be plowed with my big weapon of a cock.
Still, I squirmed around more and more, teasing her and myself at the same time. I had to be careful, because slipping around on her sweaty backside ike that was making my cock come dangerously close to shooting its come all over her, before I even got a chance to experience the tightness of her ass canal.
I realized that I could wait no longer to experience that first descent of my raging plunger into her tight shit chute, so I lifted up off her slightly, and prepared to enter her deliciously inviting canal.
She lifted her ass up into the air as I lifted off her, and I knew that she was as eager as I was to feel my big cock ramming up inside her.
I was going to get into some foreplay, but she had made me too sex-crazed for that. I couldn't wait another second to feel her vise-like ass gripping my big dong, so with one quick motion, I plunged into her back entrance.
She cried out, but it was not a cry of pain as I thought she might come out with. Instead, it was a cry of pure erotic pleasure, and it only made me plunge into her farther and farther, until all of my mighty manhood was engorged into her steaming hot asshole.
It felt exciting as hell. Never before had I experienced a feeling like that before, Doctor, and I don't think that it has ever been more erotic than it was this first time.
I waited for a moment or two to catch my breath, and regain my senses, then I started to rhythmically fuck the living shit out of my erotic younger sister.
She was some piece of ass, let me tell you. Her ass gripped a hold of my big pecker, like it was a vise. It was almost as if her ass walls were trying to squeeze the come right out of my big tool, as a matter-of-fact, that is exactly what they ended up doing.
I was just beginning to wonder how I could make her come at the same time that I was fucking her in the ass, when she got up into a doggie position, and jammed her own finger up her cunt.
She cried out with a little bit of pain as her own finger rammed into her dripping pussy. I realized that it must still be tender from that rape, and also because nothing had been up there since.
However, the pain was soon over, and my sister began to really jam her own finger in and out of her drooling cunt furiously, trying to catch up with my own degree of stimulation, which by this time was brining me dangerously close to shooting my hot gism up into her steaming asshole.
The time was right around the corner when we would both share our orgasm together for the very first time, and the combination of the physical bliss of enjoying one another's bodies, plus the fact that we knew the eroticism was heightened because we were brother and sister, threw us over the brink of sexual sanity, and our orgasms started to flow.
As soon as I heard my sister beginning to moan, and her body quiver, realizing that she was in the throes of her own erotic orgasm, I began to shoot my load of pent-up love juices into her tight asshole.
We came and came, and then we came some more. It seemed like our mutually-satisfying orgasm went on forever, and was never going to stop.
It was beautiful that day, Doctor, and we shared many more experiences just like it. Eventually she let me fuck her in the cunt, which I have done many times since then, but there has always been a special kind of pleasure that we have both enjoyed in anal intercourse.
I just wish that I didn't have such guilt feelings about the whole thing. Eileen tells me that I am crazy, and that since she is on the pill there is no danger of her getting pregnant, but still I am worried.
CONCLUSION
Bob does have some degree of reason to worry. After all, incest is a touchy subject and should be handled with utmost care. However if Eileen has seen a Doctor, and is satisfactorily taking the pill, the chances of anything going astray are really quite small, and he should probably try to relax and enjoy this special gift of sisterly love that he has been fortunate enough to have found with Eileen.
I have not heard from then since. I hope all is well. I'm sure it is.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Subject: Laura F. Age: Twenty-one
INTERVIEW ONE
Laura F. was a fairly interesting patient. She came to me because of the type of sex that she and her husband had started getting into.
They hadn't really gone looking for it, but when a couple next door had decided that they wanted to get to know them on a sexual level as well as just a friendship level, Laura and her husband Andre couldn't refuse.
Here then is Laura's interview, word for word, just as she told it to me.
Well, Doctor, my husband Andre and I had been leading a pretty dull sex life until my neighbors George and Susie Burk decided that they wanted to get us involved in their wife-swapping club.
Actually, it was a club that the Burk's had been starting all on there own. They had gotten into it through friends of theirs. It seems that most wife-swapping is pretty secretive. It just is passed by word of mouth from one couple to another, until there are whole communities of couples fucking one another freely.
George and Susie are a very attractive couple, in their early thirties. I know that my husband has always been attracted to Susie, and I likewise had always been considerably attracted to her handsome young husband George.
Of course Andre and I have never spoken of this, at least not before the Burk's approached us and offered us a position in their swapping club, but I think that we both knew it all along.
Anyway, one night we were sitting at home, I think on a Saturday night and Susie and George came to visit. They came over like this many Saturday nights, and I really didn't think anything of it.
We made us some drinks, and settled down in front of the tube to watch our favorite Saturday night programs. Of course this whole scene was kind of dull, but it was a little better having George and Susie over to share the boredom with us.
Suddenly it was George who began to speak.
"Well gang, here we are again, bored on a Saturday night," he said, kind of a frown starting to grow on his face.
"Isn't that the truth," my husband Andre chimed in, in total agreement.
Susie and I agreed quite wholeheartedly, by just nodding approval with our heads.
George continued. "Well, don't you think that it is time we all did something about it?"
"I sure do," I spoke up, "I'm tired of just sitting at home being bored, especially on a Saturday night."
"Yeah, I agree with you," Susie added.
"Do you have any ideas George?" Andre asked innocently.
Of course we found out later that this whole conversation had been previously thought out by George and Susie to entice us into the frame of mind that they wanted to get us into. All in all though, it all worked out for the best, and we didn't really mind being duped into it.
"As a matter-of-fact, I do," George said coyly.
Susie smiled, but just at that point, I didn't know what for.
"Go ahead," I said, falling right into the position that George and Susie wanted me to be in, "let us hear it."
"Well, Susie and I have kind of gotten ourselves involved in a club, and I think that you two would like to join it very much. Yes, I just have that feeling," George said grinning.
"What kind of a club?" Andre and I both chirped simultaneously, our curiosity rising more every minute.
"Well, it is highly secretive, and even to discuss it I must make you promise never to reveal anything that I say to anyone, at anytime, okay?"
"Sure George," I said, speaking for Andre as well as myself, "just tell us, what kind of a club is it?"
The mysterious way in which George had introduced the club, really had gotten Andre and my curiosities up like a shot. Anything interesting that would get us out of the suburban rut we had planted ourselves so firmly in, would be a welcome change. I knew that we were both thinking that right then and there, and would welcome any suggestion that George might spring on us.
However, we were a little shocked when he continued!
"Well," he went on, returning his face to a more serious expression, "we have started a swap club."
"A what?" Andre called out, not being sure he heard correctly.
"You heard me right old man, Susie and I have kind of started a swap club."
"Do you mean as in swapping partners? Like between married couples?" I said gasping somewhat, but inside excited as hell at the prospect of climbing into bed with George, the handsome curly-haired man who I had had my eyes on ever since they moved in next door to Andre and me over a year ago.
"Yes Laura, that's right," he went on. "You see Susie and I have been really bored too, and we heard about this guy and his wife who started a swap club in their neighborhood. It went really well, and I thought that if he would do it somewhere in California, why couldn't we do it here in little Brentwood?"
"I see," my husband said, looking like he was really thinking the whole idea over very carefully in his mind, before making any kind of commitment.
I must admit, Doctor, by this time I was really interested. I could not really believe what my next door neighbors were saying, but if they weren't just putting us on for some kind of gag or something, then they definitely had my whole-hearted support.
"Tell us more," I finally said, breaking the long silence that had started happening between us.
"Well, I've talked to a few select couples--the Jenkins, the Holbrooks, the Ghouls-and they have all decided to join us, and get the club off to a roaring start," George said almost proudly.
"You mean that you have already swapped off with some of those couples?" I asked.
"All of them," Susie spoke up, a wide grin emanating from her lips.
"You're kidding," I said, turning to her in disbelief.
"Now, love, really. You should check out Benny Holbrook, he's really out of this world in bed," Susie said, almost in a boastful tone.
I was pretty shocked. I mean, after all-well, up to that point I had always considered myself, as well as my husband pretty liberal and open-minded people, but this wife-swapping thing, well this was something new to us, and we were a little set back by it all.
However neither of us wanted to be thought a prude, and at the same time we were both thinking that it did sound exciting, even though a slight bit perverted to sleep with your neighbor's wife.
"Really?" I answered my pretty neighbor, not knowing what else to say.
"Really Laura, he's fantastic. What a cock too," she concluded.
That really flipped me out. Never before had Susie been that intimate in her conversation with me, and I realized that if I wanted to get into the swing of what they were talking about, I was going to really have to really drop a lot of my prudish ideas.
"Well, I'll just have to check that out," I said, wanting to be one of the gang. Actually, Doctor, down deep inside, I loved to speak freely with our handsome neighbors. After all, why shouldn't we be open and free with them, they had been about as close as friends could be for over a year.
All this time Andre had sat quietly, sort of watching all of us, his mouth opened just slightly, a look of exasperation on his handsome face.
"Andre, what do you think?" I asked him, hoping to snap him out of his apparent fog.
"Well baby, you know I'm not going to say no, especially if it involves something exciting. What do you think?"
"I'm definitely for it," I told my handsome husband.
"Well George," Andre spoke up, "tell us what we have to do to join this secret cult of sex-worshippers."
"Very aptly put my friend," George said to Andre, "really, there is nothing to do. Every couple that we bring into the club sort of has to audition for Susie and I. If everything goes okay, we take the couple into our fraternity of love, and then they can enjoy the other couples that have already joined us."
"When can we do this?" I said, almost embarrassed at how quickly I spoke up, and how eagerly my voice sounded.
"Nothing like the present," Susie said.
"You mean right here and now? You mean tonight?" Andre said, coming out of his shell enough to show a sudden surge of enthusiasm.
"Sure man, why not?" George said.
"Well, I guess they're right," I told my husband. "Well, let's get going," I said, walking over to George and extending my hand in friendship.
"You take our room," Andre said, getting up and heading over to Susie, who had a great beam in her eye. I had known that Susie was into my husband for a very long time, but never said anything. Now it was obviously written all over her pretty face, and I didn't mind at all because I had her handsome husband George to play with for the night.
"Okay, love," I answered him, "see you in the morning. Have fun," I said, as I entered our bedroom with George and closed the door.
"Okay, love," I answered him, "see you in the morning. Have fun," I said, as I entered our bedroom with George and closed the door.
I knew that Andre would either fuck Susie right there in the living room on or soft carpeting, or he would take her into the guest room at the end of the hall. Either way, I knew that the two of them would hit it off great.
For the time being, I returned all of my full attention to the handsome man, my next door neighbor, George, and his sexy presence, that had always turned me on quite a bit, perhaps even more that I had previously wanted to admit to myself.
"Wow, at last," George said, standing back near the wall of our bedroom, and taking a good long look at me.
"At last what love?" I asked him, knowing damn well what he was talking about, but wanting him to tell me anyway.
"You know you little devil you, come over here," he said to me, extending his strong arm in my direction.
I melted into his arms, as easily as if we had been doing this every night for months, when in reality, this was the first time we had even hinted at being intimate with one another. It was that natural, George and me!
He pulled my face towards him, and we met in a flurry of passionate kisses. His lips tasted excitingly different from my husbands.
Now mind you, doctor, I love my husband with all of my heart, and after our swap that night, our sex improved one hundred percent.
It was just that this was a change from the routine that I had become so accustomed to, a change that I had needed badly to make me appreciate my own husband.
This was a way to have sex on the side, variation, without really having to sneak around behind our spouses back. All in all, I began to think then, and still think now, that wife-swapping is a truly wonderful thing, which can lead to mutual benefit for the husband as well as the wife.
George's mouth felt erotic as hell, as he sent his tongue darting into my own mouth. I returned his favors, by shooting my own tongue back into his, sending globs of my hot saliva spewing up into his open and more than willing mouth cavity.
He threw his arms around my waist, and crushed me into his massive manly body, squeezing my huge breasts firmly up against his muscular chest, sending chills up and down my spine, and I know doing the same thing to himself.
Our vibrations were incredibly strong, as we seemed to be telling one another that our long-awaited opportunity to unite physically was at last at hand, and we both knew that it was going to be utterly fantastic.
I returned his gesture by throwing my arms around him, and I squeezed his muscular body as firmly as I could. I was bigger than my husband Andre was, and it was a difference that, at least momentarily, I was finding quite erotic and exciting.
I knew that my husband and Susie would be getting along just fine, so I really didn't have any bad guilt feelings or anything like that. Actually, I was feeling more free than I had felt in a very long time indeed!
Our kissing continued for the longest time. We both knew that we had the whole night, and that we would be sleeping together. Therefore, neither of us saw any reason why we should hurry into things. We were going to take it relaxed and slow.
George started pulling me close to him, crushing my huge breasts against his massive expanse of chest muscle, then he would relax his grip so that my big boobs would return to their original gigantic size.
He did this over and over again, causing the feeling in my jugs to grow and grow. He had a very exciting way about him, and I was looking forward to the time when we got right into the actual fucking and sucking of our little rendezvous.
I realized by the time on my watch that it was up for this particular interview, and asked Laura to come back next week, which she agreed to do.
INTERVIEW TWO
I told Laura to continue where she had left off the week before, and read to her the last few words of her story.
Oh yes, George had been squeezing me into his big muscular body. It was ever so sexy and erotic. There's no doubt that he was starting to turn me on more and more, the longer that I was with him.
He was a lover all right, that was for sure. I had had my eyes on him for quite a while, but up until tonight I could only imagine what he would be like alone in a room, and now I was beginning to find out, much to my pleasure and delight.
I was wearing a lounge suit, made of a very sexy satin material. It was black, and cut very low in both the front and back.
I always wore this type of clothing to lounge around in on Saturday nights, so it wasn't really anything special. But suddenly, in George's arms, I felt as though I was completely naked.
It was cut almost down to my ass crack and George started rubbing his warm firm hands up and down my naked back, sending shivers of sexual enjoyment down to my very toes.
I grabbed on to him firmly as he continued to caress my bare back.
I was glad that I was wearing a fairly sexy outfit for the first time that we were going to be together. It made it so much more interesting.
What George had really drove me crazy also. He was wearing a pair of old faded dungarees, something that he was always found in.
They seemed to be a tighter pair than usual tonight though, and the huge outline of his throbbing penis could clearly be seen protruding against the thin material of the worn-out denim fabric.
He was wearing a short-sleeved summer-knot sweater that clung to his massive chest and arm muscles in a very attractive way.
Andre has a truly great body, but again Doctor, I'm convinced that it was the novelty of it all that made me so very much attracted to the handsome neighbor. He began to press more and more firmly against my naked back, again crushing my huge tits into his muscular chest. I returned his passionate advances, by starting to rub my own tiny hands up and down his muscular back.
He started to moan out loud as I did this, enjoying the attention that I was giving him. All this time we hadn't said a word. It was as if we didn't have to speak.
We both had sent one another very slight signals during the past year, just hints that we were interested in one another, but realizing that we were the spouses of a good friend, stopped before making any advances.
I started thinking about all the fucking that had been going on right under my nose, without me even knowing it. It was annoying in a way, but I was glad that I was now becoming a part of the already large circle of fucking friends.
George began to kiss me again, as his hands continued their journey up and down my bare back, continuing to send shivers of delight coursing through my sex-starved supple body.
Actually, I wasn't sex starved at all. I had been having our usual boring sex with my husband, perhaps three or four times a week. But this was something new and exciting, and it made me feel as if I hadn't really enjoyed true sexual feelings for a very long time-that was how exciting my neighbor was!
Suddenly George's hand went down farther on the back of my bare back, until it hit the material right at the top of my ass, an inch or so above where my ass crack begins.
He stopped there for a moment or two, toying with the satin material in his fingers. Then he quickly slipped several of his long slender fingers underneath the shiny material, and was resting his fingertips on the top of my bubbly ass cheeks.
I began to tremble with desire, as he expertly toyed with my bare skin, making me quiver with excitement. He was sure turning me on, much more than Andre had done for an extremely long time indeed. He knew his stuff all right, and I was now the lucky recipient of his physical attentions.
I was suddenly very glad that I had kept my trim figure through all of the years. If I had let my body get blabby and out of shape, I probably wouldn't have been standing there in my own bedroom with my handsome next door nieghbor that very second.
But I had, and I was, and I was happy-very happy indeed at all that was happening to me so suddenly. I quickly thought abut Andre and Susie but knew they were probably getting into the same exact things that we were, and I knew that Andre would be having a great time.
I returned my attentions to George, who by this time, had gotten quite free with his busy little finger. They were really toying with by backside now, and I began to realize that George had more than just an average amount of interest in my posterior.
Little did I know, but at that very second, George was thinking how much he wanted to shove his gigantic cock deep into my virgin asshole.
In fact, it was a virgin asshole too. Well, Andre had stuck a finger up there once, but I didn't dig it al all, so he had pulled it out and never tried anything like that again.
That was a good part of the reason why our sex had become so boring. We had gotten into a rut of fucking and sucking the same way, in the same position, at almost the same time during the week-it had really become a big drag.
Now I'm no dummy, Doctor, and as George continued to play with my bubbly butt, I began to think that he could possibly have ass on the brain.
Now I didn't know how I would react to it if he indeed did express his desires to fuck me up the ass, but I knew that I would surely give it one hell of a try, even if it furt. I would do my best to please him.
There was something about proving to myself that I was still a desirable woman to other men, that was now leading me on in my throes of pure exstasy.
I was convinced that my being into George the way I was, was indeed giving him the same kind of confidence tat he must have needed, just as I had.
Yes, without a doubt, we were already satisfying one another's need for attention, and sexual recognition. Even before we climbed into bed, we knew we had already given one another something special.
Suddenly there was no more need for me doubting where George's sexual preferences lied. He grabbed a hold of each one of my bubbly ass buns, holding each one in one of his hands, and squeezing the flesh quite firmly.
He kneaded my two half moons over and over again, squeezing the squishy but firm flesh between his fingers, and all of the time moaning louder and louder, showing me that he had definitely hit upon an area of the female anatomy that he had a particular liking for.
I was delighted that he was getting off on my ass so much. I arched my back, and deliberately jutted my bubbly butt backwards, sending it firmly into his kneading fingers.
This bit of forwardness on my part kind of triggered George. He suddenly started pushing me backwards to the bed, until I fell on top of it.
He came barrelling down right on top of me, wasting no time to get into the action. What had been a very slow beginning, had begun to pick up into lots of rapid action.
George returned his mouth to mine, and reaffirmed our passion by planting a series of long wet kisses on my lips, still making me quiver with their eroticism.
I squeezed him tight, pulling him closer and closer to me as he passionately continued to kiss me. I felt his hands shoot underneath my supple body, and once again his two palms grasped my full bottom completely, and began squeezing the flesh.
I knew then for sure that George was after my ass, and literally!
His mouth and swirling tongue started sliding down over the nape of my neck, nibbling on my flesh, causing more and more quivers of delight to course throughout my body.
George became more and more aggressive, as he got hotter and hotter sexually. I knew that the time was at hand for us to really get into some down-home fucking.
He started undoing the buttons that held up my satin nightgown, and was quite expert with the way that he did it. It was an almost effortless movement, and I was naked.
He stood up at the foot of the bed, and took off his clothes quickly, revealing to my horny eyes, that his body was even more beautiful that I had originally imagined.
His well-muscled stomach was rippling in the light of the dimly-lit bedroom, and his chest and shoulder muscles made him look strong as a bull.
He was turning me on before he even jumped on top of me, which by the way, he wasted not time in doing. Once fully naked, revealing to me a gigantic cock far bigger than I had thought he would possess, he dove on top of me, and began kissing me passionately once again.
I melted into his arms, as I had before. I was his sex slave for the ngith. Anything he would want of me, or want me to do, I would oblige willingly.
I squeezed his body next to mine, and began to deliberately rub my gigantic tits against his hairy chest. The sensation turned me on as much as it turned him on. My nipples were getting spear-like in their horniness, and George went crazy when he felt them rubbing against his bare skin.
I could feel his gigantic pecker rubbing against my already drooling pussy. I had a feeling that he was going to give me some fucking.
He started slying all over my naked body with his swirling tongue, getting my skin soaking wet with his hot saliva.
All the time that he was doing various things to the front of my body with his mouth, he was still working over the flesh of my smooth-skinned ass with his strong hands.
Finally, it was time for him to get down to fucking. I thought when he leaned up off of me, and started toying with his cock, that he was preparing to shove it into my cunt. But, I was in for a surprise.
He started kissing my upper thighs, and licking my clit, until I was squirming about almost out of control on the bed. Then very cleverly he slipped his head between my legs and nudged me so that I flipped over.
He immediately lunged into my asshole, sucking it passionately. Andre had only occasionally paid attention to my ass area, and I had always remembered those special times with fond memories.
It had been a long time though, and this anal attention was highly stimulating to all of my inner senses. I pushed my ass backwards, and lifted it slightly off the bed so that he could really get at it with ease.
I had thought that his tongue was quite expert before, but now I knew for sure. He had a super tongue, and did he ever know how to use it.
His tongue went darting in and out of my button of an asshole with precision, that sent chills coursing through my lust-ridden body.
I loved the feelings that he was creating in me. It was as if he was kindling a fire, a fire that would soon be a roaring blaze.
I, at that time anyway, had no idea whatsoever that he had intentions of ramming his torrid love pole up into me, but I was soon to find out.
Suddenly I felt a finger ramming up inside of me, and then two, and then three. Now mind you, this is something that Andre had never was into my ass enough to think of ramming anything up it other than his won tongue.
But George, well George was obviously quite different from Andre. He had three fingers up inside me, and it didn't hurt at all. I could feel the separate appendages going to work on my sensitive ass walls, tickling my senses, making me want more and more.
Suddenly, and quite quickly, he slid his big bulbous plumb-shaped cock head up near my pink asshole, and started pushing against it.
I must admit that I was surprised at what he was hinting that I let him do, but I was excited at the same time. I wanted him to do it to me, to show me every possible thing he knew that he could show me.
I didn't think about whether of not it was going to hurt, I just lifted slightly off the bed, in kind of a dog-like position, and let him know by jutting my ass backwards, that he could take me in this anal positions, if that was what he wanted to do, and that I was going to be a more-than-willing sex partner to play with for the night.
He seemed to be happy when I made this positive move, because he lunged forward, letting some loud moans and groans come from his lips, as he took a firm hold of my shapely hips, and prepared to fuck the living shit out of me.
My ass was still well-lubricated from the reaming he had so pleasurably given me, and although there was a great deal of pressure as the head of his big prick started working its way into my asshole, once inside, it slid in quite effortlessly.
I'm still surprised, even to this day, and many ass-fucks later, that it didn't hurt me more than I had expected. Actually, I thought that it was quite pleasant right from the start, and maybe that is why I'm such an anal-fuck freak now!
Anyway, with the grace of a super-skilled stud, he began to ram his giant still dong up my ass, really fucking me with the type of gusto that I loved but had been lacking in my marriage with Andre.
George seemed to be so much more alive than Andre had been, especially lately. I realized, or started to, that a lot of the zest that he was coming forth with, was due to the fucking of other women that he had been into of late, since he and his wife Susie had gotten the swap club going.
Well, if that was what it took to put some spark back into the sex lives of married couples, then I was certainly all for it, and I knew that after my husband spent the night with perky Susie, he would be in the same frame of mind.
Suddenly George's anal fucking got more and more heated, and I knew that the time for orgasm was close at hand.
I was just about to stick my own finger up my cunt, to bring on my orgasm at the same time as George shot his big wad of come up into my asshole, but he beat me to it.
I felt two of his talented appendages slip into my cunt, tickling my stiff little clit on the way by, and then begin to really fuck the shit out of my front entrance.
As he did this, he continued to plug up my back hole with his plunger, and the result was, naturally, that we both reached incredibly enticing orgasms.
I felt his hot load start pouring into me, and as soon as I did, I began to release my own pent-up love juices, spewing them out all over his still fucking fingers, as both of our bodies shook violently with the heated passion of our mutually-satisfying orgasms.
It was over, far too soon for both our likings, but it was only the beginning. You see, Doctor, George and I fucked five more times that night, all different positions of anal intercourse.
He wanted to do far more than just introduce the ways of anal intercourse to me, he wanted to indoctrinate the many different positions and delights that ass-fucking could bring a sexually-loose team of fuckers.
Well, he certainly did a good job, because when the morning finally came, I was definitely sold on ass fucking.
We all met once again in the kitchen for breakfast that Sunday morning, and it was beautiful. I know it may even sound a little sick, but I don't think I have ever been as close to my husband Andre as I was that morning. Knowing that we could share someone else's body in the same house with one another, was a very free feeling, a very beautiful experience, one which I knew then would lead to a new chain of sexually stimulating events for both of us.
That was just what happened too, Doctor. That very night, we attended our first meeting of the swap club. The neighbors voted unanimously to have us join their membership, and we all drew straws to see what couples would be spending the evening with what couples for the next Saturday night.
This had been going on for quite some time now, and I must say that I have never felt happier or more fulfilled.
My husband Andre really got into the swing of the whole thing too. As it turned out, Susie, well-accustomed to the acts of her husband, turned him on to ass-fucking also.
Now Andre and I enjoy anal intercourse many times a week, with each other, as well as with a constant supply of new neighbors, as more and more keep joining our cult every day.
CONCLUSION
Laura and Andre have enjoyed an experience that is fast becoming a national epidemic of sex-cultists. I find it most enjoyable to know that there are so many people that are that free sexually, that they can share their spouses with neighbors.
CASE HISTORY SIX
Subject: Jimmy R. Age: Thirty
INTERVIEW ONE
Jimmy R. came to me with a definite problem. He had been introduced into anal activity by a prostitute, and was so excited with what she had him do to her, that now he can't reach a fulfilling climax unless it is in this unique way.
Here then is the transcript of our two meetings, word for word.
Well, Doctor, I guess it all started when I met Ruthie.
Things had been going pretty bad for me. I was engaged to get married to this very sweet little girl, but that was just the problem. She was too fucking sweet.
Not only would she not let me fuck her before we got married, she wouldn't even let me touch her. Every time that I tried to do anything more than kiss her, she threw a fit, and called me a dirty old man, which of course, was ridiculous.
She was from a very strict upbringing, and was more concerned about being a virgin on her wedding night, as her mother had drilled into her was the proper thing, than giving any love to me, the man in her life.
I tried to explain to her that it was the seventies and that those old superstitions and taboos were no longer practiced, but she always stood fast on her beliefs.
She was a prude, and that was putting it mildly. I tried and tried to change her ways, to loosen her up, but it was to no avail. She was set as a rock.
I tried the love approach, the tough approach, the gentle approach, but nothing worked. That cunt wouldn't even let me touch her tits, without starting to scream and carry on so loud I could have gotten arrested for rape.
Well let me tell you Doc, six months of that horny experience was more than enough for me. Finally I told her what I really thought of her, well, to put it more accurately, I told her to go fuck herself-which actually was something she really needed more than she knew.
So I was pretty down after that for a couple of weeks. I was so horny I thought I would die, and just had to find a chick to fuck.
One night I was out at Casey's Saloon, a local pub where I hand out with a bunch of my friends, and usually get rip-roaring drunk.
This night the guys were in a jovial mood and the subject turned to sex, as it often did.
Everybody started boasting about their latest sexual conquests, and when they came to me, I was too drunk to be anything but honest. I laid all my cards on the table, and confessed that I was a horny stud about ready to freak out from lack of love.
Actually, after some kidding me about not having a prick big enough for any girl to want, which since I have a very healthy ten incher that was certainly an untruth, they became really quite compassionate.
One of them told me of a new whorehouse that had opened up down near the docks.
Now mind you Doctor, I had never slept with a whore before in my life. The idea of paying a woman to sleep with me had always depressed me.
I am a handsome stud, with a cock that would keep any woman happy for a long time-therefore, I never saw any reason to sleep with a chick and have to pay her.
But what the guys were suggesting, at that time in my life, sounded more and more interesting as I listened. I thought about how objective the whole thing would be. I could do what I wanted with the chick, without any feelings of guilt or remorse, because I would never be seeing her again.
I started to realize that what they were suggesting to me, was in fact, the only logical way out of my predicament. I had to fuck, and if that was the only way to get it over with quickly, then I was all for it.
They guys drove me down to the dock area and wished me good luck.
I approached the house feeling quite nervous. I wasn't sure why, perhaps just because of the perversity of the whole thing. I rang the bell, and this seedy-looking woman of about fifty opened the door.
She looked me over from head to foot, and finally told me to come in. She asked me to sit down in the living room while she went off to take care of another customer with whom she was arguing about money.
Finally she came into the room where I was.
She approached one of the several other men who was waiting in the parlor also.
She extended a large book to him and began to hurriedly thumb through the pages. I caught just a glimpse of what was inside, and saw that it was naked women.
Then I realized that the women must be showing him the girls that she had to offer in a variety of lewd poses.
My cock began to twitch as I eagerly awaited my turn to pick the girl of my choice. The other two men in the room looked as pensive and nervous as I did.
Finally the man chose one, and he and the women left the room. In about ten minutes, she returned, and did the same with the second, and then the third man.
Finally, after being in the house for almost a half hour, in which time several more guys came into the living room to wait, it was my turn to pick the girl that I would be spending the night with.
I took the book greedily from the old woman's hands, and started thumbing through the thick volume of beautiful, supple, naked flesh.
All of the girls had something going for them. Those who had skinny legs, had curvaceous hips. Those who had no curves had enormous breasts.
Those who had small breasts had great smiles and faces and so on.
Finally, I came to a girl that really blew my mind out. She looked kind of oriental, perhaps half American and half Japanese. She was very striking.
She seemed to have everything going for her. She had long straight jet-black hair, which hung down sensuously over the nape of her pure-white neck and shoulders, and just barely covered her tits.
Oh, there was enough of her breasts showing for me to realize that they were quite large, perfectly shaped, and the nipples in the picture were stiff as nails.
She was wearing a tiny G-string, which just barely covered her cunt hot, but not much else. All of her pubic hair was clearly visible, and her V-shaped groin area looked like it was begging to be sucked and fucked.
Her legs were long and lean, and her calves sloped down into the shapeliest pair of ankles that I had seen on a girl in quite some time.
She surely put that pig of a girl I planned on marrying to shame. She had everything that that stupid cunt didn't have, and what's more, she wasn't afraid to share it with people-actually, lots of people from the looks of the house, and how busy it appeared to be.
On the bottom of the eight-by-ten glossy, in big capital letters, was the name "Fanny." I thought that this was kind of cute at the time, but once I got alone with Fanny, and found out exactly what her special talents were, I realized where she got her name from.
The really odd thing about the picture, was that she was holding a dick-like object in her hand. Now I was not really the most versatile stud at the time, and up to that point, I had never laid my eyes on a dildo before.
The object looked menacing, but exciting at the same time. I couldn't figure out for the life of me why she was holding it so close to her for this photo. I knew that there was a message there, just as there had been in the other pictures, but I couldn't figure out what it was.
Some of the girls had been wearing sexy undies and nightgowns while others had been in leather halters and holding bull whips. I knew that the house obviously catered to every type of male whim and sexual fantasy, but for the life of me I just couldn't figure out what her holding that dildo was suppose to mean.
However, that curiosity, plus the general look of the girl and how excited she made me feel, were more than enough reasons for me to want her as my partner for my first visit to this call-girl establishment.
I told the woman that I wanted Fanny, and she told me that if I did, I would have to wait about an hour. This really pissed me off, because I had already been in the place over a half hour, and if just being there didn't make me hornier than hell, then looking at all of those enticing pictures sure did.
She explained to me that Fanny was one of the most popular workers and she was quite busy.
I asked her how much she would cost.
"Well, that depends on how long you stay with her," she told me in a gruff and business-like voice.
"Let's say I wanted to stay all night with her," I said brazenly.
"Well," she answered with surprise, "an all-nighter with Fanny would probably cost you at least fifty dollars, plus you should give the young lady a generous tip."
I thought it over for a minute. I had just gotten paid that day, as it was Friday, and I figured, well, why the fuck not. I wanted her, and I wanted enough time with her to get all of the sex-crazies that I had in me for six months out of my system.
"Okay lady, let's get this show on the road. I want Fanny for the whole night."
"Well in that case," she said, a look of surprise still on her face, "I'll hurry upstairs and see if I can get you in to see her a little sooner. We don't have very many all-nighters anymore, what with inflation and all."
She hurried out of the room to make the arrangements, and I couldn't help snickering to myself. She really ran the place just like some man would run a coffee shop. She had a product to sell, and that was all there was to it. The fact that it was female flesh she exhibited and auctioned off was of no importance to her.
I guessed that the old lady must have been in business in other cities for quite a long time before she ever ventured into my little home town.
She was back in about five minutes, and told me that I could go up. I was glad that she had gotten rid of whoever was with Fanny at the present. She must have realized an all-nighter was worth more than someone who was just in for a few laughs, probably dropping ten bucks instead of the seventy or so that I would probably shell out before the night was over.
I noticed out time running out, and I asked my patient if he woud return the following Monday to continue his story. He told me that he would be happy to.
INTERVIEW TWO
He continued his story where he had left off, and here is the exact word-for-word transcript of that second meeting.
So anyway, I was finally led upstairs into the real heart of the whore house.
All the corridors of the big old house were extremely narrow and very dimly lit. As a matter-of-fact, I really couldn't see a fucking thing for the longest time.
There were the tiniest red lights up overhead and the lights that were seeping through the bottoms of the various doors were of little value in providing light.
By the time that I reached Fanny's room, which was at the very top of the house, and the very last room at the end of the hall, I had adjusted somewhat to the light, and was ready for action.
The old woman showed me into the room, after looking at her watch and jotting down the time on a slip of paper. She winked at me as I entered and I had the feeling that that was something she didn't often do. It must have been a little something extra because I was spending the whole night, and more money than the rest of the jerks coming and going.
I walked into the room, and for a minute I didn't see anything. The room was very dark, and there was a stick of incense burning, and one small candle in the corner of the room. the bed stuck me right away. It was a gigantic old four-poster with a black-sating canopy covering the top.
I wondered quickly to myself if it belonged to Fanny of if it came with the house.
Suddenly, through a big door at the other side of the bed, Fanny entered.
"Hi," she said, like we were old friends, "I'm Fanny."
My mouth opened, as her beauty knocked my mind for a loop. She was far more attractive than her picture had revealed, and her in person, she was wearing nothing but her long black hair, which covered various parts of her body in a most alluring manner.
"Hi, I'm-"
"Don't tell me," she interrupted, "it really doesn't matter."
"I guess you're right," I said, agreeing with her, after thinking it over for a minute or two.
Actually, I knew that she was right. After all, what did my name matter, or hers for that sake. I knew that her real name wasn't Fanny, but what it was, was irrelevent now. All that mattered was that we had the whole night to play with each other, and I was raring to go.
"Why don't you get undressed, and join me on the bed," she said in almost a little-girl voice, walking over and stretching out on the big king-sized mattress, pulling her long shapely legs up to her big knockers, squeezing them, and then releasing them and stretching her legs all the way out in front of her.
This simple gesture of sensuality drove my crazy with desire. I was so horny I could almost taste come in my mouth, and was I ever ready to plow into her.
I hoped that I could use discretion, but I knew that inside I was like and animal that had been caged for years and was just recently released into the world.
There was a little night table next to the head of the bed and on it was a large jar of Vaseline, and the enormous dildo I had seen in the picture.
It also looked more enormous than that photo had revealed, and again my curiosity went wild. I really was wondering what she intended to do with it, or what she wanted me to do with it, as I tore off my clothes, and headed for the bed.
"Wow, you have a beautiful cock." she said, getting a good look at my pecker.
"Thanks, Fanny," I said, almost proudly that she had made the remark.
"I suppose you think that I say that to everyone," she said.
I decided to be honest. "Well, yes, I suppose that I did think that you say that to all your, er, clients," I stammered.
"Well, I don't. I don't have to be hypocritical with anyone. I have more than enough business to keep my ego flying high. I really mean it. You have a beautiful fucking cock and there is a lot that you can do with it, as far as I'm concerned."
I realized that this was no ordinary girl. She was bright, and very up front about most things.
"Well," I said, wanting desperately to keep up with the fast pace that she was already setting, "let's get at it."
I headed over to the bed, with my rock-hard penis sticking way out in front of me.
It was like a giant flag pole and I saw her keep her eyes on it, with a very determined look I might say.
Just as I got to the edge of the bed, and prepared to pounce on her, she sat up with a shot, put her hands around my hips and pulled my groin into her face.
She engulfed my cock with one big swallow. I have never felt anything like it. She pulled all ten inches of my gigantic prick way down deep into her throat, and my knees went weak with the sensation.
She started sucking me like she was really cock-hungry. I couldn't believe that she was anything near being horny, but she was surely sucking my cock like she had been cock-starved.
I grabbed a hold of one of the wooden bed posts, and hung on for dear life. She was sucking the life force right out of my body, as my knees got weaker and weaker with every stroke of her busily sucking little head.
She tore her fingers into the firm flesh of my muscular buttocks, to give her more leverage to suck me like crazy. All of a sudden, I started coming.
I wanted to stop it, because I wanted to play around with her all night, and then have one big glorious orgasm in the morning with this luscious creature.
But now, it was all being finished before it even started. She sucked every last inch of come out of my gigantic cock, drawing more and more of the hot fluid from my pulsating penis.
I screamed out loud as my come pumped and emptied into her hot, saliva-filled mouth cavity, getting weaker and weaker by the minute.
She had given me the blow-job of my life, and even though I was sorry it had ended so fast, I had to admit that it was the greatest orgasm that I have ever experienced. It was even better than orgasms that I usually dreamed about in my wildest sexual fantasies, usually while I was jerking off.
Nothing had ever come close to being so exciting, and I knew that this girl was worth every penny that I would be paying her.
I fell over onto the bed, thinking that it was all over, and that after a moment's rest, I would get dressed, pay her and leave the house.
I was wrong!
I started to get up off the bed, and Fanny flew down to my cock once again, and began sucking the now-limp organ. At first I screamed out, as she sucked my limp cock as deliberately furiously as she had done before, but then I started relaxing, enjoying this double bit of attention.
Now I consider myself a pretty healthy stud, with a more than ready cock, but I have never been able to get an instant erection right after I have come.
But this time, it was quite different. Almost as soon as she started sucking me again, with her expert mouth, my cock sprang to attention.
It really freaked me out, to feel my cock, who had just experienced the greatest orgasm of its healthy young life, spring to attention once again so rapidly. But who was I to argue with nature?
Shortly, I got into her sucking, and began to slam my hips forward, sending my big cock cock barreling down into her throat, I think to the very bottom of her mouth cavity.
The more furiously I seemed to shove the big organ down into her, the more she seemed to love it, and sucked on it like it was a giant lollipop, and she was a candy-starved little girl.
She was something else. My cock was building its come all over again, and I thought that it was going to shoot, when she pulled her mouth off me.
She grabbed ahold of the dildo that was on the table, stuck her fingers into the vaseline jar, and greased it up quite generously. Then she stuck a big wad of come up her beautiful ass, and handed me the dildo.
"Now I want you to fuck the living shit out of my ass, while I suck your cock," she said, moving around on the bed and getting into the right position for us to do this.
She spread out on her stomach, and got me to kneel at her head, as she pulled my cock once more into her mouth, and began relentlessly sucking on it.
I fell forward on the bed, which caused my cock so slip even further into her mouth cavity, and with the dildo in my hand, began to ram it up her bubbly ass.
It was quite exciting to do, to shove this unfamiliar rubber object that resembled a cock so much, up into her beautifully curved and sensuous asshole.
She moaned out loud, as the rubber cock went up inside of her. I saw her slip her fingers underneath her own groin, and begin to finger herself.
All the while that she was fingering her own cunt, and getting the dildo rammed further and further up her asshole, she never once let go of her vise-lipe grip on my cock with her mouth.
She sucked me like a madwoman, and I loved every moment of it. Finally, free of any inhibitions, I began to really jame the big rubber cock up into her.
I would say that the thing had to be at least a foot long, perhaps even a little longer. But, her asshole seemed to take all of it easily. Actually, if there had been a few more inches of the thing, I think that she could have taken that into her hot ass as well.
The more furiously I jammed her with the thing, the more eagerly she finger-fucked and the more savagely she sucked my cock.
Suddenly, I heard her begin to scream out, and I knew that she was about to come. I wanted her to have the greatest orgasm that I had had the first time, and join me in my likewise stimulating orgasm the second time around.
When her cries increased, so did the jamming of the rubber cock up her tight asshole, as my willing hands increased. I was really stuffing the big thing into her now, but the more I shoved it in, the more she lifted her bubbly butt and begged for more.
Soon, neither one of us could stand it any longer, and we started to come.
I heard her scream so loud I thought a window would break, and then I saw her whole body begin to quiver as if she had just been thrown out in the snow naked.
She was having some orgasm, and the sight of her supple body reacting so violently to the sex that she was enjoying, made me once again begin to shoot my hot come into her waiting mouth.
More and more of the hot fluid poured down her throat, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out where the hell all of that come came from.
I decided that I must have stored a hell of a lot of the love substance up, during six months of horny nights with that dumb chick I was stupid enough to think of marrying.
It was all over, and we were both exhausted. I ended up staying the whole night though, and we fucked several more times, in several more positions, but all with heavy anal overtones.
She really got me into asses, Doctor, and I don't think that I have ever been the same since.
Sure, I can still fuck a pussy, and I love to eat out a cunt. There is something special about licking a stiff clitty, and slurping up a woman's love juices, as they drip . from her exciting hot pussy box.
But then again, nothing seems to be quite as stimulating as fucking a hot ass, and let me tell you, Fanny had the hottest that I have ever seen.
She loved to get anything shoved up her ass, and I did end up fucking her with my big ten-inch dick, right up her tight asshole, as the last bit of moonlight filtered through the room, and brought us, exhausted, into the new day.
It had been a night that I would never forget and I kissed her firm and long when I left the hotel.
CONCLUSION
This patient obviously was delighted at the way that he was introduced to anal sex, and having talked to him since, he has told me that he has met a girl who likes the same type of sexual activities as Fanny, and he has married her.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
Subject: Wandy R. Age: Twenty-nine
INTERVIEW ONE
Wandy R. is a vivacious young creature, possessing all of the qualities that most young women of her age would love to have. She is a tall, stately blonde, with beautifully shaped breasts, and the rest of her body just as nicely put together, having all of the curves in exactly the right place.
She came to me to tell me of her experiences while working in a massage parlor, and her introduction into anal intercourse. I thought that she would be an interesting case to present in this volume, so here is the transcript of our two interviews.
Well, Doctor, I don't know exactly where to begin. I guess at the beginning would be as good a place as any.
I moved to New York about a year ago, coming from a small ranch in Nevada.
Mom and Dad had loved me very much, and really hated me to leave the farm. Things were beautiful at home. I had a great relationship with both of them, as well as my two older sisters.
But I couldn't just settle down and marry the boy next door, as my sisters were planning on doing. I had to get out and see the world, and have some adventures.
Well, action was what I wanted, and action was exactly what I got.
When I arrived in New York, I was anything but a virgin. I had done many studs around my hometown, and for that matter, some surrounding towns also.
I guess you could say that I had somewhat of a reputation among the local studs, and sometimes they even waited in line for my many favors.
The ones with the biggest cocks, I naturally catered to more readily than the ones with the smaller love tools, but I took them all on eventually.
I loved to get fucked in the cunt. I thought that there was no better way to go through life, than with a big hot dick up my cunt.
When I had had all of the local studs, I decided that I needed a large city where I could fuck my brains out, and never run out of meat to eat.
New York was the obvious choice for me, because from what I heard about it, a young pretty girl would never have to worry about where her next fuck was coming from, not in New York that is.
So, I had saved about one thousand dollars, by working all through school at a local coffee shop. It wasn't a hell of a lot of money, but I had a place to stay, so for spending money it wasn't bad.
My mother had a sister who loved on New York's fashionable Sutton Place. Mom had written her, and since she lived alone, her husband having died some years before, she was delighted at the idea of having her pretty niece-me-stay with her.
She told me by telephone that I was welcome to stay with her as long as I wanted to. I told her that it would probably be no longer than a few weeks, just long enough for me to find a job, and get a place of my own.
It was with some mixed feelings of anxiety that I rang her penthouse apartment bell that cold day in February, as the wind whistled through me like I was a wind tunnel.
She buzzed me up, and i must say, the building and all of its trimmings sure impressed me. I had come from such plain surroundings that this apartment building was really a flash.
Of course, later, as I became more worldly from living in the big city for a long time, things like this didn't impress me quite as much. But I remember how taken back by the awe of the whole place I was, that first day in the big city, that first day of my new life!
Aunt Em greeted me with open arms, as I entered her lavishly furnished penthouse apartment, on the very top of the enormous apartment building.
She was an Aunt that I had never met, although my mother talked of her as her favorite sister. I think that I loved her right from the start.
She reminded me of my mother in more ways than one. She was about fifty years old, but was dressed and acted like a young woman of thirty.
I was sure that it was the money that her husband had left her and the money that she had gotten accustomed to living with while he was alive.
He was a banker and a fairly successful one.
I remember that they had helped my mother and father get their farm with some kind of a bank loan or something many years before.
I felt instantly close to her, and what I had thought would be a boring short visit, I now began to think would be quite an enjoyable stay.
Almost immediately my pans for moving out as soon as I could were changed. There was everything in the apartment to make me comfortable and it, as well as three fantastic meals a day, were all going to be free.
"Come in and sit down, my dear," she said. "Here, Elsie, take Wandy's things," she said to a cute little pixie of a girl, who I figured was the maid, even though she was dressed in a stunning suit.
"Thank you, Aunt Em," I said, trying to be as gracious as I could.
I had all kinds of mixed feelings running through my mind. I was excited as hell to be in New York. The flight and the cab from the airport had both been new experiences for me, and very exciting ones at that.
I was amazed at the size of all of the spectacular buildings that I saw once we got into the city, and now Aunt Em, and this gorgeous apartment. Well, my head was just spinning.
Aunt Em ficed me my very first drink. I think that it was a gin and tonic. I wasn't into alcohol at the time. And for that matter, I'm still not. But I accepted it graciously, and I must say it made me feel like an adult for one of the first times in my life.
I sipped the drink, and Aunt Em and I got acquainted, during about two hours of steady talking. She was an extremely interesting lady, and told me about all of her many activities.
I had the funny feeling that she was a little looser than she was pretending. I thought that she was being perhaps a bit straight-laced, because she didn't know exactly where my head was, and how really high-strung and spirited a lady I was.
I occasionally caught a glimpse of demonic passion flirtatiously fly through her older, more wiser eyes, and I decided that I had to be honest with her.
Her hospitality, and the apartment that she was offering me was unbelievably tempting, and in order for me to stay with her for any length of time at all, I was going to have to lay my cards on the table.
"Aunt Em?" I began.
"Yes, dear?" she responded, leaning forward on the edge of the chair, knowing that I was about to get down to some serious rapping.
"Well, it's about work."
"Oh, now, you really don't have to worry about that. I have more than enough money to take care of us," she said graciously.
"Yes, dear, I know, but I do want to get out into the city and mingle with people. Also, I have to tell you something. I am really interested in, well, you know, having relations with as many different New York men as I can."
She sat up in her chair, and looked at me for a few minutes with a very serious look on her face, which made me exceedingly nervous.
Then all of a sudden, she had a big smile on her lips. "You little dickens, you. You have all the spirit your mother had when she was your age, and you're just as pretty, if not prettier."
"Thank you, Aunt Em," I told her in a friendly tone.
"Well, dear, now that you have been honest with me, I will be honest with you. I have a girl friend, a really crazy girl friend, who runs a massage parlor."
"What is that, Aunt Em?" I asked, in my innocent country way.
"Well, it is a place where men, usually businessmen from the many office buildings throughout the city, can go to have a pretty girl pay him special attention, by rubbing him down with oils, and things like that."
As she ended her short explanation of a massage parlor, her voice raised slightly, and she looked at me with the strangest smile.
I think that I was beginning to get the message that she was laying on me. She was offering me a way to make money, and get involved with a lot of different men at the same time. It sounded exciting and I wanted to know more about it.
"Where is this place? How much will I earn? What exactly are the girls that work there allowed to do with the men who come in for the rubdowns? Do you think that your friend would give me a job?" I stammered out at full speed.
"Hold on," Aunt Em said, placing her hand over her large and still fairly well-shaped breasts, "not so fast!"
"Sorry," I said, a little ashamed at my outburst.
"Oh, don't be, dear. I can understand your enthusiasm very well. I thought the same way when I came to New York and as you can see, I didn't do too badly at all, now, did I?"
She looked around the expanse of her own apartment, and smiled. I nodded in agreement with her, saying without words, that I knew she had done quite well financially, something that I was also concerned about.
I was poor all my life, and I really had dreams of marrying an exceptionally rich man, who would lavish me in expensive things, as Aunt Em's husband had done.
"To place your question," she began. "First of all, the place is only about two blocks from here, so you could even walk to work. You could easily earn up to three hundred dollars a week, at least that is what I hear Kay's best workers make. Kay is my friend who runs the place."
"I see," I said, thinking about everything that she was saying quite carefully.
"I know that Kay will give you a job. She couldn't refuse a friend like me a favor. I have a feeling that if you just walked in off the street and she didn't even know that you were my niece, with your looks and style, she would hire you on the spot."
"Really?" I said enthusiastically.
"Really love," Aunt Em confirmed. "Now as for what you can do, well, that is up to you."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I think that I will let Kay give you all of the rules. When would you like to go there?"
"I guess first thing tomorrow morning," I said, knowing that I was a little tired from my long trip, and would like to just relax, and maybe go for a long walk in the city, to see the place that I was now happily going to call my home.
"Okay, love," she said, "that is fine. I will call Kay and tell her to expect you tomorrow at eleven. Is that okay?"
"That's just fine, Aunt Em. Thank you so much for all of your help," I told her.
"Oh, nonsense," she replied. "It is nothing."
Our time was up, and I asked Wandy to come back the next day to finish her story. She agreed and here is the transcript of that second interview.
INTERVIEW TWO
Well, oh, yes. So the next day I got up bright and early, really excited about the prospect of going to my first job interview in the big city.
Aunt Em had told me to dress as sexily as I could, with what I had brought with me. I tried on just about everything, and under her scrutinizing eye, everything that I put on was rejected by her.
She told me that she had a few things that might fit me in her closet, and that I should try them on. She didn't really have to coax me, because I knew that whatever she would have, would be of the highest taste possible, and could only be a large improvement over the country garb that I had brought with me.
She handed me a red satin dress, and after putting it on, well, let me tell you, Doc, I was a knockout if I must say so myself. My long, blonde hair looked beautiful against the bright red of the skip material.
The dress was perhaps a little too small, but all that did was to accentuate my already bulging tits, and make me really look like a voluptuous desirable woman.
I looked in the full-length mirror in my bedroom, and had to admit that I was stunning. My Aunt also thought that I was a vision of loveliness, as she put it so aptly, and told me that I would have no trouble landing the job at all.
What she didn't tell me before she left the house was that she hadn't given me any sort of a recommendation whatsoever. She had made the appointment with her girl friend for me, but hadn't told her that I was a relative, and hadn't asked for any sort of special favors.
She wanted me to get the job on my own, knowing that I would appreciate it a lot more, which was the truth. After I came home that night, she told me and I loved her for it, and for having such a great deal of confidence in me.
She kissed me on the cheek that bright November morning and loaned me one of her fur coats as I left her apartment building. I felt like a new woman, as I walked quickly to Kay's body-rub salon, as it was aptly called.
"Come in, dear," the almost gypsy-looking woman said to me, seeing me at the door, and realizing that I was Wandy.
"You must be Kay?" I said meekly.
"Yes, sit down and relax, sugar. Now, let's get right to what's happening."
Kay was a little quick, perhaps even a little hard, but I loved her for it.
"Your main purpose is to give body rubs. There is nothing to it. All you do is rub the guy's back with some baby oil which you will find in the room."
"That doesn't sound too hard," I said.
"It isn't love, but," she said, "you will often be required to get involved in various forms of sexual activity. A quiet-mannered man, while you are rubbing him down, may suddenly ask you to suck his big hairy cock."
I saw her looking at me carefully to check out my reactions to her fairly blatant statements, but I made sure that I expressed no signs of surprise in any way at her speech patterns, and their sexy lingo.
"Should I just blow him?" I asked innocently.
"Well, if you desire to, but you must settle the price first. You see, the man has to pay me ten dollars for the right to have you rub him down. Any money that you make from him on your own is yours to keep. Some of my girls pull in a pretty big bundle here in five days."
"Oh, I see. And the price I set can be anything?"
"Anything you want, love. You will soon learn what most men will pay for each particular sex act that you get involved in. Do you want the job?"
"Oh, yes, very much," I said eagerly, hoping, though, that I didn't sound too anxious.
"Well, I'll tell you what. Go into room twenty. It's right down that hallway there. We open in a few minutes and I will send you one of the customers. After it is over, let me know how you liked it, and if you still want the job. I pay you one hundred dollars a week as salary. The rest, remember, is up to you."
"Thanks, Kay. Oh, what should I wear?" I asked her, as I headed for the room.
"You will see an assortment of clean things that may catch your fancy in the closet of your room, or you can wear what you have on, which is charming, or you may choose to wear nothing. It is really up to you, love. You're kind of on your own. Good luck!"
I thanked her again and headed for my room.
Room twenty-one, as the others, was a small cubicle, only big enough to house a fairly good-sized bed, a small end table, a stuffed chair and a small closet.
I hung my clothes in the closet, and started flipping through the hangers, looking at the things which Kay told me that I could wear if I decided to.
I saw a pair of matching undies and bra, that really flipped me out. The bra, what there was to it, had two gigantic holes right where the nipples would go. I knew that my big tits would look sensations in it.
As for the bottoms, well, they were laced bikini briefs, and for some crazy reason, they had a big hole right in the back of the ass, which when put on, I was sure would expose my asshole clearly to whomever I was with.
I decided that I would put everything into this first client, because it was going to be an important sampling of the job, and would probably let me know if I wanted to work here in this sexpot place or not.
I put on the sexy underwear hurriedly, after stripping off all my clothes, and putting them neatly in the closet.
I saw a large jar of baby oil by the bed, and everything looked set.
Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door, and I told the person on the other side to enter.
Before my eyes was a very handsome man, of about thirty-five or so. He was all dressed up in a business suit, obviously just coming here from the office, for a little quickly during lunch.
"I'd like a body rub, please," he said to me, looking me over very carefully, and especially paying notice to my exposed nipples in the skimpy bra.
"Welcome," I said, not knowing what else to say. "Take off your clothes and make yourself comfortable on the bed, and we will get right at it."
I turned away from him so that he could undress in private, as private as he could be in the small room with me. But fortunately, there was a mirror on the closet door, and I sneaked a peek at the man as he took off his clothes.
He revealed an amazingly together body. It was almost like a superman stunt, changing from his conservative suit, into his manly, naked flesh.
He was quite the looker. His cock was roaring hard, and he jumped on the bed onto his stomach in a hurry, obviously a little embarrassed at his throbbing penis, ready for action.
I didn't know if this was his first time in a massage parlor or not, but I kind of guessed that it was. He seemed almost as shy as I was, but then I knew that he may just be trying to fool me, so I kept my guard up at all times.
I poured a generous amount of oil onto his smooth-skinned back, and standing by the edge of the bed, began to earnestly rub the warm oil into his many skin.
He started squirming about on the bed, as my fingers went to work on his flesh. I found the rubdown most stimulating, even more so than I had imagined.
The man was strong, and his muscles glistened as the oil spread evenly across his firm back. His ass looked incredibly firm and strong, and I wondered if I should venture down that low.
Then I decided that if I wanted him to make some advances to me so that I could get something going, and earn some money myself, then I would have to excite him as much as I could.
I poured another generous helping of the oily fluid onto the lower part of his back, and started massaging down closer and closer to his bubbly butt.
Finally I could take it no longer, and I let my fingers quite effortlessly slide onto his white rock-hard muscular backside.
"Ohhh," he moaned out softly, as I began to knead his flesh with my oily fingers.
I was getting more and more into it as the time went on, but I couldn't seem to get the right angle for the strong rubbing that I wanted to do.
I decided that the only way that this could be done, was if I straddled his body with my legs, jumping up on the mattress with him.
"Could you push over into the center of the mattress, please?" I asked him, almost in a business-like tone. I knew that if I became too friendly, he would know that I wanted him as badly as he wanted me, and that would certainly make the price we would have to agree on much smaller.
"Certainly," he said, his voice trembling noticeably.
He slid over to the center of the good-sized bed, and I climbed up on top of him. He moaned, as my hot thighs rested against his muscular legs, and I again attacked his bare bottom with my oily fingers.
He was getting more and more excited with every second, that I could tell quite easily. His breathing got heavier, louder and more frequent.
What had started out as quiet, shy little moans of hidden pleasure had turned into very audible cries of pure ecstasy. Oh, he was going to want more than just a back rub. I was being more and more convinced of that all the time.
"Hey, love," he said all of a sudden. "Suppose we got into something a little more involved than this."
"What do you mean, sir?" I said, playing hard to get.
"Oh, come on, sweetie, you know that you can get whatever you want in these places, don't you?"
"Well," I answered him a little friendlier, "just what was it you had in mind. Perhaps we can work something out."
"Oh, I know that I have to pay for it. What's your price?"
"Well," I answered him, "what do you want to do with me anyway?"
"I want to shove my big cock up your hot little fanny," he said, panting louder and louder as the words flew from his sensual lips.
Now I had been expecting just about anything, as I have always been pretty loose sexually, but this ass fucking, well, this was something else again.
I was horny as hell, thought, and wasn't about to let my first customer walk out of the place telling Kay that I was uncooperative, so I answered affirmatively, after some careful deliberation about money.
"Why, I would love to have your beautiful cock up my ass, but it will cost you one hundred dollars. You see, my asshole is still virgin, and if you were to change that, I would have to get rewarded handsomely."
I think that the virgin asshole bit really got him, even though it was quite true. Never before had I had a cock up my ass, but it was something that I had thought about often, and knew that I would do it if the opportunity presented itself. Well, this was certainly the opportunity, and my second day in New York to boot.
"Okay, sister," he said, "but you are going to have to let me fuck the living shit out of that tight ass of yours, for that much money."
Suddenly the whole thing hit me. The guy had accepted my offer, and now I was going to have to turn over and let him ram into my tight virgin asshole. I was suddenly a little scared, and began to wonder if I could go through with it.
However, my thoughts were interrupted by the man jumping up off the bed, and facing me, with this gigantic cock protruding out in front of him, in flab-pole fashion.
He was so beautiful, his body so tight and muscular and his cock so perfectly formed, that I just flipped over willingly.
"Shit," he said, when he looked at my ass, "what a piece of butt. And that hole, shit, girl, that hole is sexy as all hell. Boy, I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
"Good man," I said, wanting him to get more and more worked up, knowing that the more excited he was when he entered me, the more erotically enticing his orgasm would be, the happier he would be when he left, and the more certain I was of getting hired full-time by Kay.
He grabbed ahold of my shapely legs, and yanked them apart quite roughly. Actually, I liked being handled in this way. Most of the guys that I fucked back home were very gentle with me, and this manly, rough attention was most stimulating.
I deliberately enticed him even more, by jutting my hips way up into the air, allowing him easier and easier access to my rear end love hole.
He started shaking. I could feel it, as his mighty legs pressed up against mine. Yes, his whole body was quivering. I knew that i had excited him as shit, and that he was going to tear into me like a maniac.
Actually, that was just what I wanted. I was horny as hell, and wanted a good plowing. I wasn't sure what this anal fucking would be like, but something inside told me that I was going to like it tremendously.
He grabbed the jar of oil from the night table, and poured a large amount onto his throbbing penis. He groaned out loud as his cock responded by quivering to the oil that was being so generously-rubbed into it.
All of a sudden, I felt a big oily finger go shooting up into my ass. It was like a shot of lightning, and for a second, it hurt like hell. But, once inside of me, and once it began to move around, toying with my ass walls and my inner senses, well, I think I was sold on anal attention right then and there.
I jutted my hips further and further up into the direction of his oncoming cock. Suddenly, I felt the tip of his big prick at the entrance to my shit chute.
Then, almost gently, he began to slip his big dong into my tight virgin asshole. Now I must admit that at the beginning the pain was quite unbearable.
But after a few minutes, and especially when his cock was finally all the way up into me, and began to move around tickling my inner soul, well, the pain disappeared, and it was replaced by very erotic feelings.
He went very slowly at first. I guess he realized this was my first time, and he didn't want to hurt me. However, after a few strokes of his mighty sword, my asshole adjusted quite nicely to the foreign intruder, and I wanted him to really lay into me.
I started lifting my ass up and down off the mattress of the bed, and this kind of let him know that it was time to really get into some serious fucking.
All of a sudden, as if he had just had his battery charged or something, he began to slam into me. I had underestimated the sensuality and power of this man. He was a fucking tiger once he got going.
I grabbed ahold of the sheets, squeezing them with my fingers, as the man on top of me began to attack my rear end with gusto that I had not thought possible in one human being.
He was really going at it with a vengeance now, and I was getting more and more excited as his big cock slammed into me, faster and more energetically with each stroke.
I felt his big balls slapping against my bare bottom, as his cock worked its way in and out of my now well loosened rear entrance.
He was an expert fucker, that was something that I was realizing more and more with each slam-bang of his mighty sword into my tight asshole.
From the sounds that I was hearing him pant, I was giving him a good ass fucking, and he was really excited.
I knew that the hundred dollars he would pay willingly, after this whole show was over. I was also pretty sure that with a good report from him, which I was sure Key would ask him on his way out, well, my job in this place was in the bag.
Over and over this man plunged into me. He started to shake once again, and I felt his cock stiffen within me. I knew that he was going to have his orgasm any second, but then he slowed his fucking down to very slow steady jabs, and I realized that he was deliberately going to stretch out as long as he could.
But then I figured, after all, the guy was paying one hundred dollars, so why shouldn't he really have as long as he wanted. That was no chicken feed that he was throwing my way for the pleasure of screwing me up the ass, and, yes, he should be able to enjoy it to his heart's content.
He was certainly taking full advantage of the time that was being alloted to him, though, as once again he increased the tempo of his fucking, until he had returned to the savage slamming that he had been into before slowing down.
I knew that he wouldn't be able to stop his orgasm very much longer, and it suddenly became very important for me to come at the same time he did.
I jammed my ringer into my already wet pussy, and began to finger myself. I think that this showed him that I was really enjoying what he was doing, and it made him ram his big poker up into me even savagely.
I was really getting off on what he was doing. The momentary pain that my ass had felt when he first entered me, had long since disappeared, and now I was fully enjoying every single inch of his big prick, as it tore up into me, tearing out my insides, exciting the shit right out of me.
Suddenly I knew that the time was come. His panting moans of ecstasy were getting too loud, and his cock had stiffened to outrageous proportions within my asshole. I knew that it was time for us both to come.
"I have to come," I screamed out, as I continued jamming my finger in and out of my sopping pussy, and indeed, that was just what I started doing.
I think that the realization that I was shooting my hot load, made him come also. I felt gobs of hot gooey come start filling my ass.
I really hadn't thought that one cock could produce as much come as this guy was producing, and it really surprised the shit out of me.
It was as if someone was pouring barrelfuls of come into my piping hot shit chute, filling it to the brim with the gooey white love juices of this stranger.
Unfortunately, it was all over. He pulled out of me very quickly, and threw on his clothes. He laid a crisp one hundred dollar bill on the table, and said goodbye in a flash, and was gone out of the room.
His speedy departure was a little upsetting, but I realized that this was what I was going to have to get used to if I wanted to work in this place for Kay. And I certainly did.
Well, needless to say, I got the job, and on my own. Kay said that she had asked the man about me as he hurried out the door, and he had told her quite bluntly that I had been the best fuck he had ever gotten from anyone, including his wife.
I was delighted that I pleased him and Kay, and in so doing, myself.
CONCLUSION
I have heard from Wandy since our initial meeting, and she now is co-owner of the place with Kay, and everything is going quite well for her. She still services an occasional customer, when they ask for a good ass fuck, and none of the other girls are into doing it. She has an edge on the market. Her popularity could be dangerous.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
Subject: Tom W. Age: Thirty
INTERVIEW ONE
Tom W., a successful businessman of thirty, came to me to tell his story more to just have someone listen to his sexual prowess, than to complain about any emotional problems.
I was a good listener, and I think that you will find his story quite interesting.
Here, then, is the transcript of our two interviews.
Well, Doctor, I knew that you were doing a research project on anal intercourse, and I thought that I would be a pretty good person to hear from, since anal intercourse is really my very special interest.
I guess I should explain to you why I am so interested in the woman's posterior, and why fucking them has become so very much a part of my day to day existence.
I graduated from a fashion school, specializing in all kinds of summer wear. My designs won me many awards while I was in school, and all of my teachers told me that I should be quite successful in the business world, when I got on my own.
Well, after taking every course that I could lay my hands on, especially those which involved designing summer apparel, in particular, ladies' bathing suits, I graduated from school with flying colors. With the money that I managed to scrape together from friends and a small business loan at the bank, I opened my own shop.
The first one was quite small. It was on the East Side of town, in a fairly seedy neighborhood, where most of the people were concerned with the latest increase in the price of a loaf of bread than the summer fashions I was designing.
I managed to get by, however, as there was always some fat housewife who was going on her dream honeymoon to Puerto Rico, and needed some suits or beach wear, including terry robes, things like that.
All the time I was working in this dumpy little store, I was saving every single penny I could lay my hands on. I had much bigger and higher aspirations, then to be in this part of town for the rest of my life.
I wanted to move uptown to a fancy new shop, and service the high-fashioned ladies of the city, earn a lot of money, and enjoy the day to day company of exotic creatures of womanly flesh, instead of the fat and very boring women that I had been dealing with up to the present.
Well, after about a year of this slaving away, I managed to establish myself enough as an up-and-coming designer, that I got a fairly sizeable loan from a bank, and that plus my savings, allowed me to buy that chic little shop uptown that I had had my eyes on for a long time.
I opened up business there early in Spring, about four years ago, and have been there ever since. The women that come into the store are the most fashionable in the city.
Not only do they patronize my store constantly, but many of them come to me exclusively to design summer wear for them.
Women who are in the fashion world, are quite unique. They would rather be caught dead, then to be seen anywhere in the same thing twice, or worse yet, in the same room, or on the same beach, wearing the same outfit.
Because of this fact, and because of the money that these women were willing to pay me, I ended up getting more and more into the design of original clothing.
I liked this much more, because each and every one that I designed and made, I took my time on, and it was a masterpiece. I turned out many nice creations in duplicate, also, for the less discerning, but my main talent lay in the original market, where the money was, too.
Sexually, I had been somewhat of a failure. I had been married when I was very young, to a girl that was going to the same school I was attending.
But between the pressures of studying, and trying to get a marriage off the ground at the same time, plus the fact that her tastes and goals were quite different from mine, our marriage soon split up.
There was no real hard feelings between us, and we still are friends today. As a matter-of-fact, I just recently finished designing an exclusive wardrobe for her, to take along on her honeymoon to Jamaica with some oil tycoon she had managed to snag a few months ago.
She is doing quite well, and told me that she wouldn't have dreamed of having anyone else design her honeymoon ensemble other than me.
It was weird, but actually I was quite flattered. Besides, her husband, or future husband, was filthy rich, and the money that she gave me for the goodies, was far more than what I had originally quoted her.
All in all, it had proved to be a very profitable experience, as well as a personally rewarding one as well. It was good to see my ex-wife making it with someone else, and doing very well at it to boot.
I guess, though, that you want to know about my anal affairs, right, Doctor?
Well, I guess it really all started that Saturday afternoon when the Countess Montclaire came into my shop.
Now being in my business meant keeping my ears and eyes open on the social scene, knowing who was in town, and what parties and affairs were being held, so that I could prepare myself to design a certain type of clothing, if it was requested of me.
Well, I knew that there was a very important splash party coming up, at the largest hotel in the city. Splash parties had become very popular that year, and were attended by all of the socially upstanding upper-class people. This particular splash party was for some worthy benefit, and it was also going to consist of a fairly lengthy fashion show.
The thing was that every celebrity or some woman that was fairly high up on the social ladder, volunteered to model her swimsuit, and then auction it off. Of course, all proceeds went directly to the charity, not that any of the women who were going to be involved needed any of the bread, that was for damn sure.
So, since I had built up quite a reputation in the line of making custom-made swimwear for the most elite of society women, I knew that my services would be called on, by at least several of them.
Well, that was just what happened, as my phone started ringing almost as soon as the announcement of the big event hit all of the social columns.
I had to actually book people to see me. I was going to be that busy.
I heard through a reliable source that the Countess Montclaire was going to come to town from Europe, just for the event. I hoped and prayed that someone would tell her about me, if she hadn't already heard, and that she would come to me for my services.
The Countess is, without a doubt, probably the most striking specimen of womanly flesh that I have ever had the pleasure of laying my horny eyes on.
She is an extremely tall, stately woman, of about forty, but with a face and figure of a girl of twenty. She is the wonder of all of her constituents, and the marvel of all of the younger women who wished that she could look half as good as the Countess did.
The Countess just possessed a magical quality about her, almost an eternal youth quality. It was kind of like a power, granted to her from some unknown and unseen source, granting her youthful radiance forever.
Her presence at any event was always reason for a stir, as she caught every man's fancy. Her father, a Duke of high quality, had left her a small fortune in diamonds and rubies, and as for money, well, it was the least of her worries.
I wanted desperately to design her swimsuit for the fashion show, and I thought positively that whole week before she hit town, just praying that some stroke of luck would get her to call on me to do it.
Well, my prayers were answered. One day, there she was at my shop! I almost pissed my pants from the excitement of seeing her.
"Countess, what an honor," I said, taking her lily-white palm in my hand, and kissing it gently, as was the custom with royalty of her kind.
"I have heard so much about your shop, I just had to come and see it for myself. I'm in for the bathing suit fashion show and auction, you know, and I was informed of your expertise in design. Could you possibly show me something that may suit me?"
I was speechless for a few moments, than gathered my wits about me. Her beautiful face and figure was just knocking me over, and I could feel my cock begin to twitch with excitement.
I put the idea of sex as far out of my mind as possible-which really wasn't very far at all-because I knew that to even dream of fooling around with a lady of her stature and prominence, would be utterly out of the question.
I escorted her over to my small lounge, where I asked her to sit, and offered her some tea. She accepted graciously, and I attended to her as dignified as I could, under the very nerve-wracking situation.
She was wearing a very tight floor length dress, which showed off every curve of her body, especially her protruding bubbly ass, to the best possible advantage. I recognized the work as one of France's most distinguished designers, and realized that she must have paid a small fortune for it, and to her, it was just a mere shopping dress.
"Please, Countess, don't waste your precious time looking at my stock. Give me the privilege of designing something especially for your beautiful figure, something that you will be proud to wear at the show."
She must have been used to compliments and flattery like this from men of high breeding all over the world, but I could have sworn that I saw an exciting flash of lust spark up her eyes, as I paid her this special attention.
"That would be fine, sir, can you give me some idea of what you have in mind?"
The story was getting most interesting, indeed, but once again I was reminded of the time, and had to call our first meeting to a halt. It was continued several days later, and here is that second interview, and the conclusion of his story.
INTERVIEW TWO
Well, where was I? Oh, yes, the Countess was asking me to show her some designs, or ideas on what I was going to do. I had a sketchbook in which I kept a sketch of every suit that I designed. This served two purposes.
One, it prevented me from ever duplicating my own design, and two, it allowed prospective buyers, such as the Countess was now, to get an idea of my work and what they would like for themselves.
I showed her the book, and she told me that one of my designs with a few alterations, she liked very much. I was quite surprised to find out that she showed me a suit that was extremely low cut in the back.
She told me that she had the afternoon free, and that if I desired, she could have me for a fitting.
My cock throbbed with the anticipation of getting her into the fitting room, and I naturally told her that I would be delighted to work with her for the rest of the afternoon.
I closed the shop door, and made sure that it was locked securely. I led her into the dressing room, which was more like a comfortable living room, with a large sofa at one end and several over-stuffed chairs.
She took off her cape and then took off her blouse. I was shocked at her openness, but was fairly used to the idea of what she was doing.
Women seemed to treat me like a doctor, thinking that just because I was in the business of designing original clothes and had to measure women all day for a living that I didn't get excited at seeing women's naked bodies.
They were wrong and my cock was evidence of that, as it throbbed on passionately while the Countess began to take off her clothes.
It would have been more than satisfactory if she had just removed her jacket, but she just kept on going. I thought that I saw her flash a quick smile at me as she slipped her lips over her shapely body and let it fall to the floor, but again I knew that it must be my imagination.
When the slip was off of her, she was standing there in bra and panties, and looked so delicious that it took every bit of will power that I had to keep myself from just attacking her right then and there.
She turned her back to me, and it looked as if she was deliberately showing off her ass and what an ass it was! I had seen a lot of women running around in underwear in my shops over the past few years, but I had never seen a body, and especially an ass, like that before in my life.
I had always been somewhat into women's asses, liking the way that the two half-moons of flesh jiggled when they walked, and added to the curvaceous outlines of their bodies.
The Countess was taking my breath away, and for a long moment, I just stared at her. When I realized that I was staring, I must have turned seventeen shades of red, but she seemed not to notice.
She just stood there with her back to me, looking at herself in the mirror, and I guess waiting for me to take her measurements.
With a shaky hand, something that a designer should definitely not have, I walked over to her and slipped the measure around her waist, a very safe place to start.
The measure read twenty-four, a perfect size. I didn't know if my hand should go up or down now, and I decided to go up. I placed the thin measure around her huge breasts.
"Ohhh," she moaned out loud as I pressed the measure around her bulging tits, and pulled it tight to get the accurate reading which, by the way, was a healthy thirty-eight inches.
"Oh, I'm sorry Countess," I said apologetically.
"Oh, don't be young man. It felt divine."
Could my ears be hearing correctly? Could she actually be suggesting that a sexual advance towards her would be permitted?
Well, I just ignored her words, swallowing hard, and trying desperately to keep my mind on what I was doing. I let the measure fall down to her hips, and once again surrounded her supple flesh.
"Feel my ass please," she said to me in an almost begging tone.
To make a long story short, Doctor, I did design a suit for her which won first place at the fashion show and was auctioned off for over a thousand dollars.
I have spent very waking hour since then, trying to find an ass to fuck that would even come close to matching the erotic ass of the Countess but as yet haven't even found one that is close.
But, I'll keep on looking though, after all, it isn't such a bad part-time job at all.
CONCLUSION
This patient, although a little neurotic, is quite well-adjusted. He is going to continue his search for the perfect anal area in which to place his penis and I hope that he finds it, for his sake.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
Well, as you can readily see, I have tried to present in this volume a collaboration of many hours of interviews and listening to tapes.
I have tried to pick out a wide variety of patients, hoping that you, the reader, would be able to identify with at least one of the interesting patients that I have presented here in this, my most recent work.
I'm sure that you will agree with me, that the sexuality expressed in these pages, although some of us will obviously not want to admit it, is a form of sexuality that is being practiced by more and more people of our country, and for that matter the whole world, every single day.
Anal intercourse is no longer the taboo word that it was fifteen years ago.
The freedom of sexuality that has been developing throughout the world of late, is opening more and more possibilities for one to experience every single possible position, and form of sexual unity.
I find that it is most rewarding as a practicing psychologist to know that what has been the cause for so many personal hours of frustration and grief-that is lack of total sexual fulfillment-is finally changing.
People are opening up more, losing their prudish ways, and realizing that a truly happy person is one that is truly uninhibited especially when it comes to sexual prowess.
I hope that you have found this volume as interesting to read as I have found it to put together and present to you, and I do indeed hope that by reading the various patient's stories, and identifying with different people in this volume, that you the reader will likewise be able to enjoy sex more fully and throw away the old conventional binds that have tied us all down for so very long.