I have had my own private offices, practicing as a licensed psychiatrist for over 25 years. During my tenure, I have witnessed many bizarre, yet fascinating occurrences of twisted and pathological sexual fantasies and inclinations. In my private practice, I continued to help people achieve a healthy and happy sexually fulfilled life by acknowledging the importance of their latent wishes through fantasies and dreams. Over the years, I became so mesmerized that I began to tape each patient's sessions, planning to consult the recordings later when haziness of memory or cloudy self-deception might threaten to impede my progress toward the goal ... the goal of total sexual liberation, with lasting freedom and joyful sexual abandon.
When moving to new offices recently, I came across my stash of secret tapes. Re-reading the transcripts alone both titillated and tantalized me. In no time, I had a raging erection, which was appeased only after an hour with the new upstairs maid discovering new sexual fantasies of our own.
Judging by my own reaction, I can imagine you're already wet with anticipation! Consequently, I have decided that now is the right time to make my transcripts public. Of course, the names of the patients involved have been changed, and their identities altered in order to preserve their privacy and protect them from embarrassment. Any connection to individuals past or present is merely coincidental, and is not meant to cast any shadows on their lifestyles or characters.
Now I could tease you with tidbits of the endless pleasures that await you in these pages. But I think you should experience every morsel a bit at a time-eventually leading to a fantastic climax! Just divulging this has been too much, so let's not waste more time. Start relieving your anxieties now! While you're doing that, I'll help the maid tidy up my couch. I believe I've left you in good hands.
Enjoy, and remember, the key to fulfillment in life lies in the power of your imagination. Relax, and enjoy the richness of your own secret fantasy garden.
-M.B. New York City 1984
CHAPTER ONE - THE BARTENDER
Tim always reminded me of the All-American boy next door. Like the blond, blue-eyed youth that he was, his looks practically screamed motherhood, the flag, and apple pie. This boy couldn't possibly have any problem with girls, right? Wrong!
Tim, an extremely handsome "hunk" had one problem; he was scared of girls. He was still a virgin at twenty-five, which is precisely why he came to see me. Too shy even to talk to a woman, Tim finally decided to seek professional help.
As a bartender at the local hot singles club in town, he was a little overeducated for the job. But he made good money and there was always the chance he'd work up the courage to talk with one of the hot women frequenting the club, and maybe even get laid!
Even though Tim had been coming to see me for several months, and I felt we'd made progress, he'd never really told me his secret, sexual fantasy. However, I had the feeling that today might just be the day! And, my curiosity was aroused. Would it be kinky? Or would it be as wholesome as an Andy Hardy movie? I could hardly wait to find out!
"Tell me," I began after Tim made himself comfortable on the couch, "what is your secret, sexual fantasy? What do you think of when you beat your meat every night? And don't pretend you don't....beat your meat that is."
Blushing and embarrassed, Tim agreed that he jerked himself off at least once every night. He said his fantasy was always the same. I coaxed him a little, reassuring him that we all had sexual fantasies, and that it was perfectly normal to masturbate. After a few minutes, he began.
"Well Doc, it's always the same fantasy, really. Some of the details might change, but really very few of them...." He trailed off.
"Go ahead, Tim, you can trust me. Let's have the details, and leave nothing out; I must know everything ... if I'm to help you that is." I prompted him.
Slowly, he began again. "Well, like I said, it's always the same. It starts out that it's my day off, but Joe, my boss, calls me and says that the regular guy is sick and can I come in and prep for the afternoon. I'm not doing anything, so I say "yeah', take a shower, and head for the club.
"When I get there, Joe's nowhere to be found, but the front door's unlocked. So I call his name a few times, and finally go in to start work.
"As I walk toward the bar, I hear the door shut and bolt closed. I swing quickly around, thinking it's a robbery attempt or something, but it isn't. Instead it's this incredibly stacked blond! And I mean stacked!
"She's really pretty, but I don't even notice that at first. It's her huge tits that captivate me! They're enormous and well-shaped, and her nipples are already hard and standing out from her dress, which is sheer, clinging silk or something. You know, real shiny and slinky. Plus, it's a really warm day, and her sweat is causing the dress to stick to her body. I can feel my raging hard-on about the break out of my pants. And, although I'm no super stud, Doc, I know that she can see all seven inches of my pride and joy throbbing in my pants too.
"I blush, and start to apologize, but she just goes 'shhh', putting her finger to her lips. Then wordlessly, she leads me over to the bar!
"As she plops me down on a bar stool, she drops to her knees and eagerly begins to suck my throbbing tool through my sweat soaked pants. She doesn't wait for me to take my shirt off, but like an animal in heat, she just rips the buttons off!
"And much to my amazement, she loosens the tie on her dress, and it falls to the floor, exposing her hot body to my "hungry eyes. Her tits are beautiful! So round and white and firm. And I'm really sweating as she sucks and licks my throbbing, dripping prick through the thin cloth of my pants.
"Suddenly, she stops. While licking her precome sticky lips, she lifts herself onto the barstool opposite me. Then, slowly, she spreads her legs wide and points first at me, then at her hot, wet, passion-pink pussy. She gives me only one comment, in a deep, almost-growl, 'Eat me, you horny son-of-a-bitch!' And I think, hot damn! I've got forever for this! So, not trying to act like a cool stud at all, I drop eagerly to my knees and begin to softly lick the insides of her thighs, but this obviously isn't what she wants!
"She grabs me by the hair and yells, 'I said eat me, you dog, eat me!' and crams my whole face into the soft, wet mounds of her sex! A little scared, but very excited, I begin to lick, suck and nibble her like a wild man. Frenzied, I do anything I can think of to excite her. I probe her with my tongue, suck her clit, lick her wet sex until my tongue is raw, and still she wants more!
"Then she starts to moan, her vocalizations of pleasure getting louder and louder as her climax approaches! So loud, in fact, that I'm almost frightened that someone will hear! And, I guess, even more turned on by the thought of her moans ringing out with unbridled passion.
"By now my rock-hard cock is throbbing something fierce! And my poor balls, aching like there's no tomorrow! I can't even jerk myself off, cause my hands are full of her big gorgeous tits-working them, fondling, squeezing her erect nipples. The only thing I want to do is fuck her till she can't stand up. But she's so close to coming, that the only thing I want to do is hear her scream when her climax shoots through her beautiful frame. And so, I begin to eat her out with an even greater intensity! Using my mouth to drive her absolutely wild.
"Suddenly, I feel her nails bit into my back, and her screams of passion ring out through the hot, still air! She's coming, by god, she coming! Her hot love juices gush, filling my mouth with her pleasure. And the pain of her nails in my back turns me on even more!
"I continue to eat her for a few minutes more, until her moans become softer and less intense. And suddenly, I'm like a man possessed.
"I pull away from her and jerk her down to the floor. And she smiles, like she knows what I have in mind. I flip her over doggy-style on her knees and ram my hot, aching, throbbing cock-all seven inches-deep into her. Again and again I ram it into her like a piston, faster and faster. My hands fondle and frantically work her huge tits, my tongue darts in and out of her ears, turning her on even more!
"Soon I know I'm gonna come, and I can't hold back! But, I hear her start that low moan that means she's coming, too! But I can't hold back any longer, and I really start to ram it in her, harder and faster, harder and faster until she's coming like a gang-buster! And then, I shoot a gigantic load into her; so much come that it gurgles out of her dripping cunt and runs down her legs! We both collapse and fall into each other's arms, and...."
Tim's voice trailed off here, so I prompted him, well aware that the hard-on in his pants was about to rip through the cloth. "Go on my boy, go on ... tell me what happens next!"
"Well, we both hear a noise and turn around and there's my boss Joe! And he's grinning like a goddamned Cheshire cat! And he says, 'Well Tim, I see you've met the new barmaid Velda! I'd introduce you, but you seem to know each other already." We just smile and reach for our clothes, while Joe ogles Velda's great ass and luscious tits. And that's all".
"Well," I say, "our session is almost up. We'll discuss this further next week".
"O.K. Doc, whatever you say," said Tim, "but do you think I could use your bathroom a few minutes?" He points frantically at the wet bulge in his pants. I nod knowingly and show him the way, handing him a stack of Hustler and Playboy as he walks by me.
CHAPTER TWO - FOR YOUR EYES ONLY
"Mr. Lee," I began, "I realize that this isn't easy for you, but I'm a professional. I'm here to help you. Try to think of it that way, all right?"
Mr. Lee sat on the couch nervously smoking. He reeked of money, from the expensive tailoring of his suit to the large diamond-studded watch. He was obviously doing quite well financially. But gossip in our little community did not paint a picture of domestic bliss. In his seventies, and married to a beautiful young girl in her twenties, word had it that Mr. Lee hadn't been able to get it up for the last few years. I felt sure this was why he was here.
"Mr. Lee, you've got to talk to me, or I won't be able to help you," I repeated. After a few minutes, he finally started to speak. At first, he seemed hesitant, but as he warmed to the task at hand, he opened up more and more, finally getting into his fantasy.
"Well, Doc, since everyone in this ugly little town seems to know it already, I guess this won't surprise you. You see, I haven't been able to get it up the last five years or so. Oh, my wife is good about it, and I've bought her the widest assortment of vibrators known to man, but I'd just about given up all hope of a hard-on again. That is, Doc, until recently.
"Lately, I've had this recurring fantasy that gets me hard, and keeps me hard, until I shoot a load like I was fifteen again! But I still can't seem to do it with my wife, even though my fantasy is really about her."
"Very interesting, Mr. Lee. Please ... I'd like to hear this fantasy. It could be most helpful."
"Well, Doc," he said slowly, "I've developed an almost endless stream of variations on this basic theme, but I'll just tell you the original version.
"I've just come home from a grueling day's work. I was supposed to have dinner with a friend, but I'm just too tired. I find a note from my wife saying that she's shopping, and will be home around six, or in about a half an hour. So I decide to take a shower, slip into my pj's and go quietly to bed.
"I've just finished my shower, and am rummaging around in my walk-in closet, when I hear my wife in the bedroom. For some reason, instead of going out to greet her, I flip off the light and decide to watch her through the half opened, louvered closet doors.
"I watch as she comes in, throwing her fur coat down onto the carpeted floor. I'm shocked to discover that she's not wearing anything under it! She's stark naked! And I'm also shocked at just how good her body is. Her tits are high and firm, the nipples large and rosy pink and she's got a really great ass!
"Well, she throws herself down on the bed and begins to manipulate her breasts and squeeze her nipples. Suddenly she puts a pillow between her legs and obviously pretending it's another body, she starts humping it!
"By now, I can tell I'm in for a real treat, so I'm especially careful not to make any noises that'll disturb her and let her know I'm watching. But, I'm beginning to see that she's so caught up in getting herself off that I couldn't possibly disturb her! And, by god, I'm beginning to feel something I haven't felt in years. Deep down in my balls, there's a stirring, and my cock is getting hard! The only thing I can think is, 'Thank you, honey, thank you.'
"Just as I'm taking my aroused pole in my hand and slowly jacking it, I notice she's stopped humping the pillow. From a dresser beside the bed, she takes out a series of cordless vibrators, in various sizes and shapes. There are short fat ones, long thin ones with big knobs on the end, a twelve inch one that looks like a giant-sized real penis, veins and all, and one with a series of French ticklers attached! My god, what an arsenal of self-abuse! But my old crank hasn't been this hard and dripping in years.
"She takes the huge, penis-shaped vibrator, turns it on and slowly snakes it up her eager twat. With every inch that disappears inside her, I get more and more excited, and I just know I'm gonna shoot a monster load all over my closet!
"After she takes about eight or nine inches up her wet, hungry pussy, she starts to work the vibrating monster back and forth inside her. Faster and harder, faster and harder, she pumps this huge substitute dick in and out of her!
"With her free hand she takes one of the other vibrators, flicks it on and runs the humming little device over her now-erect nipples, harder and faster, until she's matching the pumping action of her other hand on the throbbing horse-dick she's running in and out of her willing cunt.
"With every stroke, her breathing is getting heavier and close to a moan. You can tell that her climax is near.
"Finally, her once soft whimpers become hoarse moans, as she rams the huge vibrator in and out of her with a ferocity, I've never seen before! And, I can feel the cum heading toward the end of my dick, ready for my climax too.
"Suddenly, as the dildo is rammed in once more, she lets loose with a cry of rapture, her whole body spasming with the joy of an orgasm, and I let loose with a giant load of hot, white come that shoots out the half-opened door and onto the bedroom floor.
"We both collapse in ecstasy onto the floor.
"When I'm sure she's asleep, I gently lift her into bed and tuck her in and then I fall soundly asleep.
"Well, Doc, what do you think?".
"I believe, Mr. Lee," I smiled, "that our session is over and that you shouldn't waste the raging hard-on you so obviously have. Why don't I leave you here while I go to lunch? You'll find a great collection of "blue" movies on the Betamax.
CHAPTER THREE - RECESS
"Well, Doctor," Molly began at the start of her session, "I know everyone has secret sexual fantasies, but I just feel funny about telling you mine, that's all. You see, I just think mine is so, uh ... well, silly."
"Silly, Molly?" I cried, "I don't see how anyone's private sexual fantasy could be called silly, but if you're ashamed to share it with me, I can't force you to. The decision is yours."
"But you're my doctor. I do want to tell you everything ... it's just that I don't know where to start. Just give me a minute to collect myself."
"Of course, Molly." I purred. "It's your 55 minutes. Take as long as you want."
In a quavery voice, Molly began to relate her fantasy, and what a truly delightful fantasy it was! "You see as a little girl I was always scolded and punished if I touched myself in any sort of sexual way. So I grew up thinking those parts of me were somehow dirty, that any sort of sex was dirty. That's why I got divorced, I guess."
"Bob always wanted to have sex-two, even three times a week! I was convinced he was an animal! Only after a three-month affair with the man in the apartment above mine last year, did I learn how beautiful and fulfilling sex can be. But since that affair," I've been having these recurring sexual fantasies, always the same, yet they seem to grow more intense each time I fantasize!
"Usually I have the fantasy after I take a little 'nap' with just my vibrator, and maybe a dirty book or magazine. Anyway, it goes something like this: In my fantasy, I'm dressed in a cute pinafore with bows in my hair, and little white anklets and Mary-Jane's. Only, I'm not a little girl, really.
"I have fully developed tits, a juicy ass, and a hot twat, ready to be stuffed. And although I'm distinctly aware that I'm really horny, I also feel like a little girl, of about five or six. Anyway, although I can't see them, I know I'm playing hide 'n go seek with my friends in the park away from all grown-ups. Sometimes, it's recess. Other times it's the park...."
She trailed off, so I interjected, "It's not important Molly; just go on."
Smiling, she continues, "So, I'm playing with all my friends, even though I never see them, when I realize that I've hidden myself so well, that none of them can find me! Well, what opportunity this is!
"With no grown-ups and none of my friends about, I can finally "diddle" myself (as we said in my day) without fear that I'll be scolded or told on by one of my playmates. Slowly, I hike up my little dress until my voluminous tits are exposed. Licking the palms of my hands with my own hot saliva, I then start to knead and fondle my breasts. And, it isn't dirty! In fact, it send shivers of excitement and warm feelings of pleasure throughout my body.
"Slowly, I work my loving hand downward across my body, until they connect with my hungry, empty twat...." Again, she trailed off, and then stopped.
I let her sit silent for a few minutes, before I prompted her again, "Molly, please don't think that you have to tell me everything. But you shouldn't be ashamed of feeling that are healthy and normal, and that everyone has."
This seemed to give her strength, so she began again, "Well, after I 'find' my lustful cunt, it's like a whole, new world had been opened up to me. You know, it's as if I never really felt anything before this moment, or knew what real pleasure or fulfillment meant. Almost like I'm transformed. And I'm real hot and wet, too.
"I start massaging my desire filled clit through my panties. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, with a kneading circular motion. Soon, I'm writhing in ecstasy. I keep running right up to the edge of coming, but I can't quite get myself off. I mean, this feels good, but I know, instinctively I guess, that it could feel better!
"Then I spot this abandoned swing set. Somehow, I know, just know, that the motion of the swing and my own hot, probing fingers are sure to do the trick. Making myself comfortable on the swing, I start to rock back and forth, slowly setting up a rhythm and getting the swing moving.
"Of course, I've abandoned my panties, and my dress long before I climbed onto the 'saddle' of the swing! The cool feeling of the summer breezes against my naked skin makes me even hornier. And, I know that this will get me off, make me come like blockbusters! I can hardly control myself with anticipation!
"I start to swing harder and harder, kneading my breasts, and squeezing my sweet, pink nipples savagely with one hand. With my other hand, I probe and finger-fuck my hot, wet love hold. Higher and higher I swing, faster and faster! Soon, the earth and sky are rushing past me in a blur of blue and green and brown! I'm really ramming those fingers into me now, all four of them! And, they're hot and sticky with my youthful joy juice.
"Then, suddenly, I feel the onslaught of orgasms! It's incredible Doctor! Little bolts of pain-pleasure shoot through my body, but I keep finger-fucking myself until I can't take anymore, and the total abandon and release of my orgasm floods over me, leaving me unable to think or move, or do anything but just totally enjoy the incredible sensations of pleasure I've brought to my child-like body.
"The swing slows, then stops. After a few minutes, I collect myself, get dressed again, and rejoin my friends. Laughing and playing like all little girls do."
Coughing, I wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead and attempted to adjust my notepad to hide my evident erection. Pretending to think, I let myself relax for a few minutes, then said, "Molly, I think we should continue our session this weekend at my house. I've got a lovely, secluded yard, and a wonderful old tree-swing. What do you say?"
CHAPTER FOUR - THE TENNIS PRO
Rick, the tennis pro at the local racket club was a handsome guy. So handsome, in fact that he could have any woman at the club he wanted (and frequently did) except for two, the Thompson twins. Now, these two seventeen year-olds were driving Rick into a frenzy! Mr. Cool, the calm, collected tennis-stud couldn't interest them in anything except improving their tennis game. It was driving him right up a wall! He wasn't sleeping or eating, and he was losing all interest in work, except on the days he gave the twins lessons (although they weren't the kind of lessons he had in mind!)
I finally convinced him to share his fantasy with me, thinking it would relieve some internal pressures and obsessions so he could lead a normal life again. Besides, the Thompson twins were my patients, too, and I had had a few fantasies about them myself! Of course, I couldn't tell Rick that they were my patients, but at least I could compare notes! Who knows? Maybe we had the same fantasies. Or maybe his were better!
"Well, Rick," I began, "Why don't you try to tell me about your fantasy? By verbalizing it, you may find your obsession losing some of its hold on you. At any rate, I need to know the details of this obsession that is ruining your life."
The man who sat before me was a trembling, chain-smoking mess. Normally neat, he looked a mess. His clothes were wrinkled and dirty. Unwashed hair framed an unshaven face with two black-circled pits that were his eyes. After a few minutes of silence, I shouted, "Rick, snap out of it! Tell me your fantasy!"
This seemed to bring him out of his daze. Slowly he began to relate his fantasies as I sat speechless in rapt attention, held by the depth of his lust for these carbon-copy beauties. Here was a man truly obsessed by the idea that these two identical buxom beauties were capable of double passion!
"I don't really know where to start, Doc," Rick mumbled.
"At the beginning, my boy. It's always the best place as Mary Poppins would say." I chuckled.
Ignoring my attempt at levity, Rick stumbled and stammered, "It always starts the same, Doc. Always the same...." He paused for a few minutes, as if to collect his thoughts. Lighting another cigarette, he began his erotic tale, and what a fantasy it was!
"You see, in my fantasy, the twins always have the same first appointment of the day, at 7:30 a.m., and I don't have another lesson until 9:30. Now, Doc, the courts are always deserted at that time during the week, absolutely deserted. The only sounds are from sprinklers watering the putting greens in the distance.
"Then the twins appear, and saunter casually onto the court. They are wearing incredibly short white tennis dresses, identical in every way. As a matter-of-fact, I notice that I can't tell them apart at all, not at all! And for some reason, I'm really turned on to this!
"It's like the mathematical possibilities alone are staggering! You know what I mean?"
"Yes, go on now Rick," I respond as I mentally mulled over the various positions and possibilities with twins. I begin to feel some of Rick's obsessions. This is hot stuff!
"So, I suggest that we knock a few balls around to warm up, and they just giggle. And this really turns me on! I mean, I can start to feel my hard-on poke its head out the bottom of my tennis shorts! When I get a hard-on it's noticeable in pants, let alone in tennis shorts! So, I don't even try to hide it. I just begin to hit balls over the net, and I decide to make them run for them. You know, just to watch their tits jiggle in those skimpy tennis dresses, if you can call anything that short a dress!"
"Anyhow, that's when I notice it!"
"Notice what?" I asked eagerly.
Seeing that I'm into it just as much as he is, Rick starts excitedly onward, careful to put in each juicy bit of his rich fantasy!
"Well, that they aren't wearing any bottoms! You know, the bottoms they always wear under those skimpy dresses! And am I ever turned on now! My rock-hard dick is sticking at least two or three inches out of my pants leg! Pre-come is dripping from my hot tool all the way down my inner thigh, and even down my leg. I'm missing all the serves and volleys now, totally unable to concentrate on the other game that is being played on the court! And the worst part is the constant giggling that accompanies each of my misses! I mean, I'm practically drooling and my cock has developed a mind of its own!
"It's starting to push up and straighten out, 'til it's standing a proud eight inches out from my body. I mean, Doc, you could practically hang a towel on it! But, for some reason, I'm so turned on by their incredible beaver shots and jiggling tits, that I'm not even embarrassed by my aroused member. In fact, I'm really proud that it's so big and thick and hard! I can see, too, that the twins are amazed by it and (am I imagining it?) really turned on, too.
"Between serves, they rub their sweaty hands between their legs, and then across their lips. It's all I can do to stay on this side of the net. Doc, I feel like I could shoot one hell of a load without touching myself!
"Then, just when I think I can't stand it anymore, I hear the twins shout "love" and leap across the net. I figure it's the end of the game, but it's only the beginning!
"They both reach me at the same time. One twin drops to her knees and the other makes like a Hoover on my mouth! With her tongue, she starts trying to find my adenoids. With one hand, I start trying to push her buttons, so to speak!
"I fondle and squeeze her perfect, symmetrical tits, finally find the rock-hard nipples and squeezing them unmercifully! Instinctively, I use the handle of the racket in my other hand between her already hot legs, doing everything to her pussy with that handle except stuff the racket up her hungry twat!
"The other twin, meanwhile, has her own racket working between her come sticky thighs, like a substitute dick. At the same time, she starts to give me the best head I've ever had, and I've had a lot of head in my thirty-two years, Doc! Anyway, she starts by licking and nibbling the end of my throbbing pole, all over the head-I'm especially sensitive there-and it's like she knows that it's driving me out of my skin!
"Just when I think I can't take anymore, she starts deep-throating my cock, which isn't easy to do! I've gagged some professionals if you know what I mean!
"Anyway, as she starts sucking me harder and faster, I notice she's working her own twat harder and faster with the tennis racket. So, I speed up the job on her sister! Pretty soon we're all speeding toward climax. The twins are moaning and panting like there's no tomorrow, and I can feel the come swelling up into my balls!
"Suddenly, they both let loose of me and begin to sixty-nine each other. Now Doc, I'm a strong guy but I can only take so much! They start screaming as they come, their joy juice smeared all over their pretty faces.
"Grabbing my big pole with both hands, I whack-off a mammoth load all over their faces and tits, really soaking them in come!
"And then, Doc, I always snap back to reality and realize I've come all over my pants without even touching myself, just like now. Do you have any Kleenex, Doc?"
"Yea, sure Rick, just as soon as I'm through with it." I stammered.
CHAPTER FIVE - TWIN LUST
After the fabulous fantasy of Rick, the tennis pro, imagine how excitedly I look forward to a session with Linda, one of the vivacious Thompson twins. Double dipping, double fun, I thought with a grin. In fact, the thought of hearing her fantasy turned me on so much, I had to remind myself that I was a professional!
Linda arrived and what a luscious sight she was! Barely seventeen, she had high, hard, perfectly symmetrical little breasts-each at least a succulent mouthful! And that exquisite peaches 'n' cream complexion that a few teenage girls are blessed with! Not to mention the most tantalizing, mouth-watering ass I've seen in many years.
All that, coupled with the knowledge that another one exactly like her waited at home, made me almost come in my pants. I was sweating like a pig as I invited her into my office, practically licking my lips in anticipation of her horny teenage fantasies.
Just imagine my shock, surprise and titillation at the details of her fantasy ... but I'm getting ahead of myself.
"You see, Doctor," she began, "Twins are not like other people. We're deeply bonded, exactly a-like and inseparable from birth. To have another human being-the mirror image of yourself-constantly around at the age when your sexual feelings begin to surface, finally becoming the biggest motivating factor in your life....
"And all your erotic feelings are being felt at the same time ... by another person who looks, talks, acts, eats and dresses like you! I mean, it makes me horny just thinking about it! The possibilities are endless! So it should come as no surprise to you that my secret sexual fantasy centers on my twin sister Lucy!
"The fantasy goes like this. There's a bad thunderstorm outside. Now both of us are scared to death of thunderstorms! Lucy is just coming into our bedroom when the crashing noise reaches its peak. She screams and runs across the room, diving into bed with me. We each have little single beds, so there's not much room. And because we're both scared, we huddle tightly together, hugging each other for security. Both of us are in pretty skimpy clothes. She's wearing her shortest mini skirt, knee socks and a tight, incredibly thin teeshirt. I'm in just a lacy bra and panties, practically nothing.
"Anyway, after about an hour, the storm blows over and Lucy and I relax. But for some reason, we don't let go of each other. I mean we're w-edged together, our breasts nipple to nipple, our feet toe to toe, our crotches twat to twat, our lips ... well, almost touching.
"Very soon, Lucy starts to feel the same hot sexual feelings that I do. Just like me, she doesn't pull away either. Instead, her lips find mine, and my hot probing tongue shoots into her open mouth. I search out her tongue, and when it meets hers, our teenage lust practically explodes.
"When I lick her tongue, it's like making out with myself. When she gropes my firm, young tits, it's like she's feeling herself up! It's the ultimate masturbation trip, Doc!
"Soon we move down each other's bodies, licking each other's erect nipples ... running our mouths over musky arm pits ... searching each other's navels with our hot young tongues, sucking each other's toes until we feel like coming already!
"Finally we're turned in a perfect sixty-nine position and we both go wild! Like two she-bitches in heat, we eat each other out with wild abandon, tonguing our twin twats and probing them with fingers that were born with the knowledge of what turns each other on!
"Finally, we finger-fuck each other to shattering, fulfilling climaxes. Waves of pleasure shoot over our bodies until we collapse in exhaustion, falling peacefully to sleep in each other's arms."
She paused then, and half-smiled at the obvious erection that was trying to shoot out of my pants. Try as I might, I couldn't get the fabulously erotic picture of those two intertwined out of my mind!
Finally she spoke. "Well, Doctor, what do you think?"
"In think," I faltered, "that poor Rick doesn't stand a snowball's chance in hell!"
CHAPTER SIX - THE SESSION
My friend, of all the fantasies I've related so far, I left out one very important one: my own! Now you're probably thinking, What? He's a shrink! Does he have fantasies? Well, like everyone else, I need sexual fantasies, too. They help everyone to stay sexually healthy. And, not surprisingly, my fantasy centers on what I do for a living.
It's been a grueling week, but it's finally Friday. My last 55 minute session is just a few minutes away, and then I can hop in my car and escape the city for a relaxing weekend at my little country place. No phones, no cars, and best of all, no patients. Don't get me wrong, I love my work. But, like everyone else, by the end of the week, I've had it, and I can't wait to indulge in a few of my own sexual fantasies.
I open the door to my last client. She is a new patient, at her first session. Her name is Nancy, she's single, and twenty-eight years old.
Somehow, none of this prepares me for the vision of sexual heat that greets me as I open the door! Hurriedly I tell the receptionist to leave early, and I'll lock up. I think to myself, this just might be good!
Excited, I ask her to make herself comfortable on the couch, stretching out, if she likes. From the self-assured half-smile on her sensuous lips, I know that she is already comfortable, and this turns me on even more. Already, a dozen different sexual scenarios are flooding through my mind. I try to calm my racing blood, reminding myself over and over that I'm a professional, and must maintain certain standards.
As she saunters over to the couch, she unbelts her light coat, and lets it slide slowly off her smooth shoulders. For a split second, she lets it catch at her wrists, and then lets it drop to the floor. Underneath, she's wearing only a clingy, white silk chemise that follows every luscious curve of her full body. I break out in a cold animal sweat, my swelling dick practically climbing out of my constricting jockey shorts!
She throws herself down on the couch. One bare shoulder slips out of the wide neck opening of the chemise, her legs spread casually. Her penetrating blue eyes leveled on my aroused manhood, she smiles, licks her lips and says, "You see, Doctor, I've got this problem...."
Now every ounce of my control goes into my reply. Seconds pass by like years, until I reply, "Please ... Tell me about this ... uh, problem."
Again, she smiles and brushes a loose hair from her forehead. "It's ... a sexual problem. You see, Doctor, I always end up wanting to fuck my shrink." With the end of her sentence, she gets up, walks over to my office door and presses the lock, assuring our privacy.
Before my horny, disbelieving eyes, she slowly draws her silk shift over head, exposing her naked loveliness to me. Soundlessly, she mouths the words, "I want to suck your dick," and my control melts. Jumping up from my chair, I rip my pants open. Ripping my underwear down, I pull my tool out sending a visible shiver of excitement through her.
Advancing slowly toward me she stops an arms length away. As I move eagerly toward her, she roughly grabs my rigid prick, jerking it savagely. This only serves to excite me farther, as my hungry tongue races over her neck, ears and eyes, before desperately probing her sensuous mouth. For long minutes, she uses her hands to rapidly jerk my rigid, dripping cock while our two hot tongues intertwine lustfully.
Pulling back from her, I gently push her onto the waiting couch. Dropping to my knees, I bury my drooling mouth and tongue in her wet pink pussy. As her moans of passion became louder and more intense, I lick and suck the tasty pink tenderness of her cunt. Even when she tries to push my face away, I continue to eat her out, using one of my own hands to bring pleasure to my throbbing rod, the other to grope and pinch her hard, pink nipples.
Finally, as she rapidly approaches her climax, she grabs me savagely by the hair and pulls my frenzied mouth toward hers. As we kiss passionately, I plunge my throbbing tool into her cunt, ramming it in all the way, her screams of pleasure muffled in my open lips. I repeatedly plunge my dripping dick into her, pulling it almost completely out, and then ramming it in up to my balls.
She plunges into orgasm as my hot load of creamy white jism spews into her, washing her insides with waves of pleasure. She screams, moans and claws my back in a frenzy of animal passion, as the fury of her climax grips her.
Afterward, lying in each other's arms, she whispers, "I believe this first session has helped, Doctor, but I've gone over fifty-five minutes. Do you think we could meet for two hours next week?"
CHAPTER SEVEN - BIG BLACK STUD
"Go ahead, Marylou", I urged her. "After all, I'm your doctor. I can help you only if you're willing to tell me everything, no matter how graphic or sordid the details."
Secretly, Marylou had been the object of my own graphic and sordid fantasies for the last six weeks, since her first therapy session. And, I might add, that she was more than appropriate as a fantasy object.
About 5'2", with bouncy blond hair, she had enormous, savory tits always crammed into tight white tee-shirts (her nipples always hard and as big as your thumb, there for the world to see) or bouncing inside a skimpy halter top. She had voluminous hips and a really nice pear-shaped ass. I beat my heavy meat after many of our sessions, just thinking about her choice anatomy. Now, I longed to hear the details of what turned her on. "Go ahead," I continued to urge, "tell me everything. I really need to know. Uh, that is, if I'm really going to help you."
Slowly squirming in her chair (I loved each little squirm, too) she began to relate her hot, hot fantasy, as I listened with rapt attention.
"Well, Doctor", she began, "ever since I can remember, I've been fascinated by black men ... their hair ... their shiny skin ... their fantastic bodies ... and their enormous, fat, thick, hard, throbbing cocks, and what they could do to a sweet young thing like me."
She paused then, wanting me to prompt her again. I eagerly obliged, saying, "Go on, go on, Marylou."
"Well....I feel a little strange telling you this." You see, being a nice white girl from the south, I could hardly tell this to just anybody, but I've always wanted to be ravaged, really ravaged, by a Big Black Stud! You know, one of those hot numbers with a cock down to his knees, his absolute knees! It would be awesome,-really awesome. But she added, "I could never really do it."
"Well," I said to Marylou, "before we get into that, first you've got to give me all the details of your fantasies. Don't leave anything out." I checked the tape recorder, to make sure it was on. Good! This was going to be great, really great!
"It always starts out the same," she began. "I'm seventeen in my fantasy, and just beginning to feel really sexual. My girl friend, Sally, has just helped me move into my college apartment. We've spent the whole day moving in, and it's July, and really, really hot. And of course, the air conditioner doesn't work!
"Well, we're both so hot, we change into bikinis and make a pitcher of ice-cold lemonade. I go through my lease, and find the number of the emergency repair service. I call them, and get this old man on the line. Somewhat disappointed, I tell him about my air conditioner and he promises to come over within the hour and fix it. Sally and I both bitch a little about the fact that repairmen are always old men, and never young and cute. Then we take turns sponging each other off with cool cloths, as the temperature soars up into the 90's.
"After what seems like an eternity, the doorbell rings. Sally continues to sponge herself off as I answer the door. What's waiting on the other side of that door is anything but an old man!
"The answer to all my fantasies stands in a baseball cap, a blue work-shirt and a tight, worn pair of blue jeans. A six-foot, four-inch stunningly handsome black man with at least a 42-inch shoulder width and 30-inch waistline walks through the doorway carrying a large tool-chest in his right hand. But, the biggest tool I noticed is stuffed down on the right leg of his sweat-soaked jeans. His fat cock, even soft, is almost a foot long, and it's as big around as one of my arms, with a head on the thing as big as my closed fist!
I look him up and down and start to squirm. I keep staring at the huge bulge in his worn denims. I can't take my eyes off that monster! Finally, I look up at his stony face, and it slowly breaks into a sly grin. With a wolf-like sexiness, he slowly licks a bead of sweat off his upper lip and says, "I heard you need servicing bad, ma'am." Sheepishly, I asked about the old man. He tells me that Jake, the older voice on the phone, knocked off early and that he'll have to do the job. I tell him I'm sure he's just the man to do the job I need. I ogle the tight, round cups of his ass as he knowingly saunters past me.
"When Sally sees him enter the room, she can't take her eyes off his huge basket either. I can read the lust in her eyes. Now Sally is my best friend and has been ever since I was five years old. If she can lust after this really hung black stud, so can I! I gratefully show him where the broken air conditioner is, then Sally and I rush giggling into the kitchen to whisper about and sweat over his exciting donkey dong.
"Sally and I both are getting really excited talking about this guy's huge dick. We both confess that we're getting wet and start to fondle each other's breasts and play with each other's wet vaginas through our sweat-soaked bathing suits. We are, after all, best friends.
"We're starting to get really into it. Sally's running her willing lips over my nipples. Just then, I hear a noise by the door, and as Sally and I break apart, we turn to see the repairman, his shirt off now and his jeans completely soaked through, the top button undone. As he clears his throat, we both turn hurriedly. Blushing, we both ask him what he needs.
"As a broad grin spreads over his face, he explains that he needs a part that's back at the shop, and he won't be able to fix the cooling unit until tomorrow, as it's already after five. Then, his hand moves slowly down his chest, and stops at the huge "snake" in his pants. He slowly begins to run his huge hand lovingly over his (now) throbbing cock, as he tells us to go ahead and just pretend he's not there. Really turned on by this, Sally and I start to really go at it hot and heavy.
"Searching my face with her tongue, Sally finds my lips, probing my hot mouth with her eager tongue. Slowly I work my trembling hands down to her wet, sticky thighs. Loosening the string ties to her suit bottom, I let it fall to the floor. Licking my index finger and thumb, I slowly start to "work" her vagina, as her own hands fondle and caress my breasts.
"Just then, I feel a large, wet tongue on my inner thighs. Looking down, I see the big, black stud licking my wet, hot vulva. In his hand, he slowly works the knob on the end of his rockhard cock. And what a cock it is! At least a foot, maybe even thirteen inches, the huge dripping tool stands out like a totem pole from his hunky, muscled body. And he uses his tongue like an expert! He's eaten out a woman, many women, before, and knows just how to turn me on. With his other hand, he starts to insert two hot, probing fingers up Sally's dripping cunt. Before long, he has us both moaning toward climax, his big knuckled fingers and expert mouth covered with our love juice. Suddenly, Sally grunts and begins a series of loud, piercing howls as she comes. Breaking away, she watches, while the stud pulls me to the floor.
"As Sally watches, still in the afterglow of climax, he buries his face in my hot crotch, eagerly licking out my love canal. In between tonguing out my dripping cunt, he runs at least three fingers up my joy box, driving me into a frenzy. I keep trying to hold back, but I know I can't take much more of this. Suddenly, unable to hold back the rushing onslaught of my orgasm, I come, filling his mouth with my musky love juice, my screams of passion ringing out in the hot, sticky room.
"Then, before I can catch my breath, my orgasm still racking my body with pleasure, the hot black stud savagely pulls my hips up from the floor. As Sally watches from the corner, using her own hands to work herself toward another climax, he spreads my legs even further apart. Now, for the first time, I realize that he's going to plunge that fat, black monster cock into my little white girl cunt, which has never taken anything bigger than seven inches. But, so deep and wonderful is the feeling of orgasm spreading from my hot cooze outward toward my arms, hands and fingers, and downward to the tips of my toes, that I don't even protest.
"Suddenly, he rams his dripping tool into me, making me feel like I'm being split in two. But, the pain only makes me come harder!
"As Sally shrieks with her second orgasm, the black stud starts ramming all thirteen inches up me, like a well-oiled piston. Slowly at first, he slides his come-slick snake in and out of my wet cooze.-But soon he's pumping faster and faster into me, his huge balls tightening to his body, the cum speeding toward the end of his big, veined donky-dick.
"Screaming as I climax even harder, I hear the stud grunt and yell, 'I'm cumin' you sweet white bitch!' Then, as he rams the thing into my stretched-out love chute, his tight balls slapping my ass, tons of hot, sticky come shoot into my hot cunt. So much that the hot, sticky love juice overflows my cooze and runs down my legs, his dick pumping harder and faster into me, his cries of passion mingling with mine."
At that, Marylou stopped, a wide smile spreading over her lips. Finally, I turned and said, "And then what?"
"Well," Marylou said, "He smiles and says, 'Well I'll be back tomorrow, you sweet pieces of white ass, and then I'll really give you a going over.' and I just smile."
Finally I said, "That's fifty-five minutes." Wiping the sweat from my brow, I show her out, hoping the hard-on in my pants doesn't show too much!
CHAPTER EIGHT - EVERYONE NEEDS A PET
"I guess I just love to masturbate," Sheila purred. "I mean no one ever gets me off the way I get myself off, and I really indulge myself with my own private sexual fantasies!"
Sheila herself was the stuff many people's own private sexual fantasies are made of. A twenty-two year old cocktail waitress at the local swinging singles bar, Sheila was a knockout. A perfect 37-24-38, she had long dark hair that hung in loose, soft curls. Her eyes ... well, the look is usually called "bedroom eyes," if you catch my drift. I mean, this girl has NO dating problems. The thought aroused me so, I had trouble concentrating ... until she got into her hot sexual fantasy!
"You see, for years I've collected stuffed animals, dolls, toys of all kinds. I mean, I think everyone needs a pet, but a live one would be just too much responsibility for me. So I've got a whole menagerie of stuffed pets to take care of, but my favorite is a wide-eyed owl named Oscar.
"Anyway, I suppose you really want to know my fantasy, right? Well, it involves my little pet and what Oscar can do for me and to me, Doctor.
"In my imagination, I'm a little girl again, at least in the way I think. I've still got these great big juicy knockers and this hot-to-trot little cunt, but I'm like a kid again, you know what I mean?"
"Yes, Sheila," I said, breaking out in a cold sweat. "I think I do. Now go on, please."
"So I'm sitting by the fireplace with my "friends". For some reason I'm incredibly horny, only I'm not really sure what this strange new feeling is. Maybe it even scares me, just a little bit.
"Anyway, a little scared, I clutch Oscar to my naked tits. Slowly, I start rubbing his fuzzy little body across these soft, pink mounds and you know what? It feels great! I mean, within minutes I feel the warm, prickly fingers of erotic pleasure spreading through my body, and soon, even my nipples are hard." Sheila absently massaged her swelling breasts but continued to talk.
"I squeeze my rigid nipples, which sends tingles through my toes. As a matter-of-fact, it feels so good that my pussy starts to get wet. And I rub Oscar faster across one breast, then the other.
"Well, by now I'm really hot! So I spread the hot, pre-come sticky lips of my cunt and start running Oscar's soft, furry head between my legs, which really excites me!
"His big eyes stare up at me lustfully ... I mean I'm hot now! I roll my smooth succulent tits in my hands while I continue to "ride" Oscar's head. By now I'm in a frenzy to come.
"So I turn Oscar's furry face into my hot twat. His hard little plastic beak bumps the sizzling mounds of my hungry sex ... and it's sensational, Doc! Really great!"
"I can imagine, Sheila," I mumble. "Well, don't stop now! Do go on, my dear."
"Slowly, I insert four fingers into my steaming twat! And I start fucking myself-real slow at first, then faster and faster, deeper and harder until I can't stand it! Between the wonderful bite of Oscar's hard plastic beak on my wonderfully self-abused clit ... and my frantic fingers moving in and out, deeper and faster in my hot love box ... I come in huge, gushing waves of pleasure until I collapse, exhausted and fulfilled on the floor."
After a few minutes, I wipe the sweat from my forehead furtively. "Sheila," I said, clearing my throat, "Why don't we continue this session at my house? I have a cuddly teddy bear I want you to meet!"
