Notice: The actual hardcopy pocketbook was printed with two sections labeled "CASE HISTORY EIGHT"
GENERAL INTRODUCTION
Many heterosexual men find lesbian women to be a threat to their heterosexuality, but one wonders if they feel the same way about bisexual women. Lesbians, of course, are interested in women only, and therefore, are competition for straight men.
Bisexual women, on the other hand, find interest in both men and women, which can lead to all sorts of combinations.
Nita G., twenty-three: "It was Peter's idea for me to make it with a woman, and once I felt Mim's mouth sucking my juices, I realized just how unsatisfied I had been with the way Peter sucked my cunt."
Harriet P., twenty: "Randy and I used to play girlish games in bed, and she would always be on top. That was when we were young. Now that I've grown, whenever I try to make it with a guy, I can't stop thinking about Randy's magnificent touch."
Deborah H., seventeen: "I knew I was a lesbian for years, but finally got to taste my first pussy when I made it with my roommate, her boyfriend, and his friend. I didn't mind Harry fucking me that much, because I was sucking Phoebe's cunt."
Ann Marie R., fifteen: "I'm still a virgin, but in the years I've lived home, I've seen demonstrations of my father making love to my mother, and then, her lesbian lover making love to her. I don't know which way to go now. My mother seems to come so much harder when Fifi is eating her pussy."
Jenny M., eighteen: "I'm passive, with men and with women, but somehow, the women I go home with always think I'm the butch number, which is all wrong. If I could only find a woman to go down on me and hover her cunt over my face, I'd be happy."
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Nita G. AGE: Twenty-three
INTERVIEW ONE
When Nita first walked into my office, I was struck by her awesome beauty. She is tall and thin, and very model-like, with long, straight blonde hair, blue eyes, and lovely heart-shaped lips.
She was wearing a tight, short blouse, and it was quite evident that she had no bra on underneath. Also, she wore hot pants, showing off her long, shapely legs.
Nita is British, and she is a model, I was soon to learn, She struck me as being a typical kind of English bird, so the expression goes, however, once she started to talk, I could tell that she was much more intelligent than people would probably give her credit for, meaning, that although she might strike someone as a smashing dumb blonde, she is not stupid at all.
I know how I come off to people, Doctor, and I'm sure you must have been thinking the same thing as soon as I came in. You must have thought that here comes this lovely dumb blonde, but don't turn red or anything.
I'm used to it, and it's something I've been trying to fight against all my life, because I know that I have brains.
Of course, having brains can sometimes lead a girl to trouble, particularly when you have to deal with men who would just prefer for you to stand there looking lovely, and do nothing more than that.
That also goes further, like when I'm in bed with a man.
I know that I have a good body, and I think that I deserve to be treated right. I don't let men step all over me, the way I see some of the other models doing it. The only man who I've ever let step over me is Peter, my favorite of favorite photographers, and the reason for that is because I think I love him.
Or I thought I loved him. I mean, it was Peter's idea to bring Mim into our bedroom and now I'm so confused that I can't even begin to put it all into words.
Let me start back, when I was younger.
As a girl in elementary school, I was always the butt of the boys' jokes, because I was gawky and thin. They used to think that I was some kind of a jerk, and I hated it. As a result, I was rather shy all those years, especially those early years when the other girls were developing.
Now I paid close attention to the way the other girls were starting to grow tits and pussy hair, because I would have to shower with them in the locker rooms at school, and I would just end up looking.
I sometimes think that it could have started back there, my love and attraction for women, I mean. I don't know for sure, because, as I said, I never made it with a woman until Peter suggested Mim, and that was only a few weeks back.
But I can remember one girl, Nancy, and the way she used to pick on me. Nancy was twelve and had a full set of tits already.
She also had a full, thick pussy bush, which us girls knew about, but only the guys who felt her knew about. The guys were always after her, too, because they could see her tits no matter what kind of blouse she wore.
Nancy always used to make fun of the way I had no hair, while all the other girls at least had some kind of fuzz, and there was nothing that I could do to defend myself.
When I started to grow hair, at age thirteen, I also started to feel these sexual longings. The first time was when I was watching a film on the telly at home, and there was this rather romantic scene.
There was no explicit sex or anything in it, but when I thought about that charming actor making love to the woman, I could feel my cunt spasming inside of my panties. I decided not to watch the rest of the film, but rather, to go and explore my own feelings.
I ran up to my room and stripped myself naked. I still had no tits, but my pink nipples were standing up stiff and full. I started to pluck on them, and I could feel the passion waves of pleasure running through me.
Slowly, I ran my hand down over my flat white belly, then through my pubic patch, or whatever there was at the time. I started to massage my red cunt lips.
Now, this is the thing, Doctor, that I feel is important.
At the time, I was just thinking about the scene, and the way the actor and the actress had been kissing each other. I don't even know which one of the two I was fantasizing that I was. I wish I could remember, for maybe it would explain some things.
I mean, were I the actor, then perhaps I had these lesbian tendencies back then. Had I been the actress, however, I know that I had straight tendencies. As it was, both of them were stunning looking people anyway.
I thought about the heat that the two of them had to be feeling when they were kissing, and I started to play with my cunt lips more, soon spreading them wide apart so I could slide my fingers into my pussy.
I knew very little about cunts at the time, even though I had .one, but I did feel something getting stiffer inside of me, against my fingers, and something else told me that his little love button was what I should be massaging, and so I did.
As I did, my juices began to flow, and I could feel this fabulous passion running through my entire body.
I remember starting to thrust my cunt up and down against my fingers after a time, and within a few more seconds, I was coming all over the bed. I felt so guilty, and so much cream was flowing from me, that for a few seconds, I thought that I might have broken something inside of my body.
Then, when the passion flow stopped, along with the spasming, I knew that I was all right, and I knew that things would be getting better from that time on.
But as you can see, I still don't have much in the tit department, which helped me to become a model, years later. It was the cause of many emotional problems at the time, though, because the boys tended to go after the girls who had tits, and so, there were only a few after me.
And of course, since I was scrawny then, and judged a loser, I had all the loser boys coming after me.
By age fourteen, I was ready to lose my virginity. After the first time I had masturbated, I was doing it almost every night, sometimes two or three times a night, and I loved it. It was the only thing I loved at the time, too.
Everyone talked about fucking, so I knew that was the next stage to move onto.
There was this boy named Donald, who I could say was a loser in some sense. Like myself, when he got older, he suddenly blossomed into something that I would definitely have to say was attractive.
But then, he had pimples and was scrawny, as I was. He also seemed to have the hots for me, and I decided that to be fucked, it was really only the dick that counted, and that was all I would have to play with.
I invited him over one night when the folks were out, and we started to drink a little bit of wine. He couldn't really understand why I had wanted him to come over, and in the end, after dropping some subtle 'fuck me' hints, I had ta come right out and let the poor naive boy know.
"Don't you bloody well know about fucking?" I asked him. "I mean, everyone around us seems to be doing it."
"Of course I know about it," he said. "Anyway, you know that I'm not friends with any of the others. You know that."
"Yes, Donald, I know. I'm not friends with any of the girls either because they think I'm ugly. That's why I think you and I shall be perfect for each other."
"What?" he asked, and I moved my hand right to his crotch.
A note, doctor, before I go on. I had seen hard dicks before, mainly my father's, when I saw him fucking my mother, and also, an uncle's, for Uncle Jack had come over to spend a week, and he would pick up some birds and bring them back to the house, so that he could sleep with them. Mother never approved of it, but Father really seemed to like the idea. Personally, I thought he was envious of my Uncle.
As I started to rub Donald, I could feel the way that he was getting stiffer in his pants. Now another thing I must state.
Most English men that I've met, save for Peter (which is probably why I like him so much) tend to be stuffy bores. Donald was a stuffy bore even back then. I mean, he seemed to think that there was something terrible about the way I started to grope for him, and seemed to think that it was embarrassing for me to see him hard.
When he started to stiffen in his pants, he tried to pull away.
"Jesus, Donald, I want you to fuck me. But first, I want to play with you, so please stop acting like a stupid wimp."
I started to open his pants and pull them down, and we had a small battle to see if I could get his underwear down. He seemed to want to keep his undershorts up, so that I wouldn't see all of him. At one point, he pulled his cock out of one of the legs, and that was when I first saw it.
But I wanted to see all of him, cock, balls and groin.
So, I knew that maybe if I got undressed for him, he might loosen up, and I started to strip off my clothing. By that time, my tits were like small prunes, but my nipples were still rather thick, and they were stiff then.
Donald loved the look of it, and he seemed to be getting off on my lack of inhibition, which I'll always remember having, even back then. As I stripped off my skirt and panties, and he saw my cunt, with my fuzzy blonde hair, he seemed content enough to finally bare his own crotch.
His cock was much more beautiful than his face was at the time. Now that I've seen him grown up, and he's handsome, I imagine he's quite a catch for some bird.
Anyway, I looked at how stiff and thick his cock was, and I knew that I wanted to taste it, the way I had seen one of Uncle Jack's birds taste him, so I moved my mouth right down to it, and started to suck the head.
I could taste a few drops of come there, right from the start, and I started to lick them away as fast as I could.
His groin had a decent smell to it, but I can remember at the time, thinking that maybe I should be asking him to take a shower. It would not be until later, after I would have been with other men, that I'd know that it was the typical male smell, and that all men smelled similar.
I believe, Doctor, that it says something about my feelings even then, you know, thinking that perhaps he was dirty, and all.
Maybe I should have been with women that far back, but who knows.
I started to hold his cock deep in my mouth, and luckily enough, at the time, he was not all that large, so that I didn't have to worry about his cock getting into my throat or anything like that.
I must state that more than anything else, I really loved his balls, with their sac, with the light black hairs over it. I started to play with them, and it was not very long before Donald was moaning loud, and his cock was throbbing in my mouth. It was the first time I was to learn how tense a dick gets before shooting off.
He started to come, and he was moaning about how nice it felt for me to move my tongue over the slit. I do remember looking up at him as he was coming, and for a few seconds, he looked rather handsome, much more so than I had ever thought he was before. Also, he seemed to be concentrating on nothing but his dick.
I sucked him dry, and then, as I pulled my mouth away, I told him that he should be doing the same kind of thing for me now, mainly, going down on me and eating my pussy to see what it tasted like.
Well, was he disgusted as he ate me. It was his first time, and I could tell by the look on his face that he didn't like the taste of my cunt. I had tasted my flavor a few times, after masturbating, and sucking off my wet fingers.
I had learned something then, Doctor. The first time I had tasted the come on my fingers, I had thought that it was a horrid flavor, and wondered how my Uncle Jack could go down on those women and seem to love it.
After a time, though, I got to like the taste of it. I was telling Donald that perhaps the same thing would ring true for him, and that after tasting a woman a few more times, he would start to like it.
Can you believe that I hadn't even thought the same thing about myself, and how I had hated his cock when I sucked it? I never thought that it might take time for me to get used to it, and to the smell.
He didn't really seem to know what the hell to do when it came to eating me, and since I knew all about my love button, I was telling him how he should be licking it the same way I licked his cock, and he should be sucking it, too, which couldn't be all that hard, since it was just so tiny.
"And I managed to suck all of you into my mouth," I didn't fail to mention.
Soon, he was sucking on my clit, and I could feel him flicking his tongue back and forth over the tip of it, the same way I had done it to his cock head while he was coming. That made me think something else, you can believe.
I thought that Donald was probably expecting my juices to shoot out from a slit at the tip of my clit, and we all know that's not how it works. He learned when my cunt spasmed hard around his tongue and my juices began to flow into his mouth.
I had been playing with his cock while he had been eating me, thinking that it was never going to get hard, but soon, it did.
When it did, I told him that he didn't have to eat me anymore. As far as I had been concerned, he had been a major failure when it came to eating me, but I was not going to let him know that.
I've a feeling that if I had been truthful, he would have lost his hard-on, something that I did not even think at the time, but learned later would have been true, because men can be so sensitive, and their dicks can go right down.
Anyway, his was up, and I lay back and told him to enter me.
In the end, I'll never forget, the poor nit was fumbling and didn't even know how to get himself into me. I had to take hold of his cock and rub it over my cunt lips. I would have even thrust myself up, had he not finally realized that it would all work so well were he to just thrust himself into me.
That was exactly what he did, and soon, he was moving in and out fast. I could feel his cock making contact with my clit, and it was kind of nice, but it was nothing like I had expected, having seen a-few different couples fucking in my day.
I mean, Mother and Father both moaned a lot, and there was even a lovely kind of sweaty wetness that came over their bodies the more they would turn each other on. The same could be said for my Uncle Jack, and whichever bird he would be with.
I remembered the way some of them had moaned, and did the same.
I thought it would turn him on more, and it turned out to be my downfall.
You see, in turning him on more, which I did, by moaning, he started to get more and more excited. He seemed to be thrusting in and out of me even faster, and within a few more seconds, I could feel his cock pulsating hard, and then the cream was shooting right into my wet pussy.
I had not come at all while he had been fucking me, though the spasms had been light, and the feeling had been all right.
When we dressed, after cleaning ourselves off, I told him that he could leave, and that was just what he had ended up doing.
Then, I ran up to my room and started to play with myself, stripping myself once again so that I could prepare for bed.
The thing was this, Doctor. I had played with myself so often before finally letting a boy touch me, that I had a very good idea of just what my body was capable of, and how much passion I could feel.
I think that must happen with everyone, because as you play with yourself, you can always know what to do and what will be turning you on more as you're playing with yourself, and shit like that.
Long before I had been with Donald, I knew how hard I could come, and so, finally having had a cock and feeling very little, had turned out to be a major disappointment. I had felt my cunt spasming a little bit, but as I played with myself that night, the spasms were ten times more intense.
I was coming all over my fingers, and let me tell you that once again, I don't even remember what I was thinking about.
I honestly wish that I could remember what I was thinking about, Doctor, because I would love to understand this whole thing as much as you would. I would love to know why I turned out to be bisexual, as Peter tends to tell me.
I believe that I'm really a lesbian, though, which I would never tell him.
Let me move on to him.
Until I was sixteen, I was fucking around with some of the loser boys, who were as ugly as I seemed to be at the age.
Some of them managed to turn me on much more than others, but there was not one of them who could bring me off to a peak the way I had felt it when I had been playing with myself, so overall, it was all disappointing.
Then, when I was sixteen, I started to wear make-up, and I could see that if I just highlighted certain features, I could look quite fabulous, and once I realized that, I started to use make-up all the time.
Now there was a modeling school down the block from me, and I thought, why not? The only thing that I knew I really had going for me was my height and lack of tits, because most of the birds are flat-chested.
When I went for an interview, it was the first time I ever met Peter.
He was one of the most handsome men I had ever met, and the thing was, he was the first handsome man who ever seemed to take an interest in me. Also, he did not seem like some kind of stuffy bore, like all of the others I had met.
He took me into a room and started to snap some photos of me.
He had me wearing just what I was wearing when I came to see him, which was really nothing special, and after the photos, he told me to leave.
"Is that all?" I asked him, and he smiled.
"Well love, let me put it to you this way. You must know that right now, you are not the most beautiful thing in the world, but I think you might grow into it. Anyway, love, the thing is this: some girls photograph much better than they look. There are others who are lookers, but come out awful on film.
"I did this test shot just to see what you look like, and tomorrow, if you come back, I'll show you the results. If they turn out to be anywhere close to super, then you can start school here."
"Fabulous," I said, and I didn't tell anyone about it that day, because I just kept thinking it would be bad luck.
When I went back the next afternoon, as I was supposed to, there was the blond man sitting and smiling. It was as if he had been waiting for my return all day.
He just thrust his hand out, and I took a look at the black and white photos he had in his hand. The reason he had not asked me to change was because he had only been taking head shots of me, and there were about five different ones that were absolutely incredible. I had to do a double take, just to assure myself that it was me.
"Oh, it is you," he said, and he laughed, for he seemed to be reading my mind. "I thought you had that photo charisma, but I was not going to say a thing to you until I saw the photos. No sense in building up your hopes, just to bring them down again, wouldn't you agree with that?"
"Yes. Oh, this is terribly exciting. Does that mean I can go to school here?"
"Sure, love. It might be expensive, but I think that we can work things out, because I think that even as you attend classes, you can work for me."
He led me into the back then, telling me that he wanted to take more shots of me.
That time, he said he wanted to see me in something long and flowing, so he took this incredible dress off the rack and handed it to me. It was loose fitting, and when I stepped out of the dressing room, I loved the way it looked on me.
We started. He directed me and told me what positions he wanted me to stand in, and he was snapping away like mad.
Then, he told me to drop the dress down one shoulder, and bare it. As I did, the thing slid a little bit lower, baring one of my small tits.
I tried to cover myself, but he just started to laugh a little.
"No, leave it. I think it looks fab, darling. Just leave it."
So I did. As I said, I was hardly ever inhibited about anything, and I didn't think much of baring a tit for a photographer, especially one who seemed to be taking such avid interest in me and my career.
He snapped for a few more minutes, and I must admit that I was quite exhausted after the session, and he could tell.
He walked over to me to thank me, and then, he put his arm around
my shoulder and pulled me closer so that he could kiss me on the lips.
When he did, I felt him pressing his tongue into my mouth. He even brought his hand around and started to massage my tit , which was still sticking out of the loose fitting dress. I felt him starting to massage my nipple, and it was stiffening in his hand.
As he started to lift me up off the floor, hugging me, I could feel some passion heat running through my body, and I began to think that maybe it would be good, since he was the. first good looking man I'd ever made it with.
Little did I know.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time that Nita came to see she was wearing a pair of tight jeans and another tight fitting blouse. I really was quite awed by her beauty once again, and as she moved, the pants seemed to hug every crevice of her body.
She could tell that I thought she was lovely, and laughed it off, telling me that years ago, she would have loved for men to be attracted to her, when she went through her ugly stage, but now, she heard it all the time.
She told me, however, that she was hoping her look would turn women on as well, and I could tell that it was a step in a certain direction. Namely, Nita seemed to be coming more and more to grips with her lesbian feelings.
That first time when Peter made love to me, we did it right there in the studio since there was no one else there. I'm sure that even as he hugged me and raised me up off the floor, we both knew what was going to be happening.
He started to slide the dress all the way off my shoulders, which was very easy for him to do, since the shoulder part was so wide.
I was wearing only a small pair of panties underneath, and he started to move his hand there so he could rub my cunt through the panties. The wetness that he caused made my panties wet in front.
"You're lovely," he said, and it was the first time anyone had ever said that to me. Maybe that was the reason for the whole sexual thrill. Maybe it was the compliment that turned me on more than the actual physical sensations.
All I know is that I started to come even harder when he said it, and then, he was pushing me down on the white carpeting back there. He started to lie down on top of me, and as he did, I could feel his cock stiffening in his pants.
He moved his lips to mine, kissed me for a long period of time, then started to lick his way down my neck. I had never realized how sensitive my neck was until that time, but a heat raged through my whole body.
He started to suck on my tits soon enough, taking one nipple into his mouth and massaging the other one with his fingers.
I couldn't believe how nice that felt, but of course, one must take into account that Peter had fucked around quite a bit in his day, and he knew things to do to a woman in order to turn her on.
He sucked my other nipple for a longer time, massaging the first one which tingled even more because he had left a hell of a lot of saliva there, and it felt good when he was rubbing my wet nipple.
Soon, he licked his way down to my cunt, and I raised my ass up off the soft carpeting so that he could start to lick me.
Lovely pussy, darling. One of the most lovely I've seen," he said, and I started to flow hard when he said that.
He moved his mouth down and began to lick my cunt lips. They were already soaking wet, and as he tongued them, I got wetter inside.
"Mmm, tastes scrumptious, too. You are fabulous."
Now the reason I'm repeating the things that he said, Doctor, is because at the time, I didn't think much about them.
But, when I think about the first time and how turned on I was, as compared with time years later, when we would make it, there is a definite difference in the way that I would feel when he would compliment me, and it tends to make me think that the compliments from him were the things that made me come.
Think of it this way. I was a girl who was always tall and ugly, and to finally hear someone say that I was lovely was definitely a turn-on of some sorts.
He started to lick his way all around my cunt, and he spread my cunt lips and took my sweet clit between them.
Then, he started to suck on it like no one else had, working his tongue all over it and sucking hard at the same time. He started to suck out my juices as he caused them to flow into his mouth as well.
Soon, I was coming as hard as I had those times when I would bring myself off, and he was moaning about how sweet and lovely I was, and how someone as lovely as me would naturally taste the way that I did.
I couldn't get over the way my passions and orgasmic flow increased just from hearing him say those words to me.
He finished eating me, and left me very wet. Then, he sat up and started to strip off his shirt. Peter, I should say, was the first hairy-chested man who ever made love to me, also, and I know that I've always been turned on by men with hairy chests. My Father and Uncle both have them.
He opened his pants and slid them down below his cock and balls, so that I could also see his man-sized cock, and low hanging balls. His was the largest cock I would ever take into my body.
He had left me wet and hanging, I might add, pulling his mouth away after licking me past a first orgasm, and almost bringing me to a second. Therefore, I was eager to have that second unfulfilled one happen.
I pulled on his cock a little, and shoved it right into my cunt.
I started to come right around him, and I could feel him licking my ear as he was moaning into it at the same time.
"Yes, lovely. You are fabulous, Nita. Just fabulous. I do believe that you're the most fantastic thing that's come into my life. I love the way you look on film, and love the way you look in real life. And more than that, I love the way you feel under me, so soft and smooth and warm."
I must admit that his hairy chest, pressing down against my nipples, was causing them to throb, and that was a sensational feeling. His cock, too, was sending off waves of heat into my cunt, and that was nice, too.
When he started to pulse, he slowed down, and I should note that he was the first one to ever do anything like that. Most of the others I'd been with would increase their thrusting rate as soon as they would start to pulse, and we all know that leads to a fast and furious orgasm.
But he was concerned about me coming even more, and also, he knew that the longer it took him to come, the better his orgasm would be. That was another reason why he had to slow down, I'm quite sure.
Anyway, we were at it for about an hour before he started to moan that he couldn't hold back, and he was going to fill my golden-haired pussy with all the juices his balls had been churning away for the last few minutes.
He started to come inside of me then, and it felt rather nice, for certain reasons which I've thought through, ever since being with Mim.
It felt nice because he was still licking my ear, and telling me how wonderful I was. It felt nice because his come was warm, warmer than my pussy juices. It also felt nice because I looked at his face as he was coming, and I was reminded of how handsome a man he was, which turned me on.
The thought of my cunt having made him come turned me on.
After that fuck, we rested for a long time, and then he took me out to dinner.
Within three weeks, I was attending classes at the modeling school, doing layouts for Peter, which helped to pay my tuition, and even living with him. He asked me to move in the first night we went out to dinner, but I didn't know what Mother and Father would think about it. They loved the idea.
You see, they had always been open-minded, and both of them were rather lovely looking people. Both knew the problems I had had when I was younger, and they could see the way I was blossoming into a ravishing beauty, the more I worked with Peter, and the more he worked on me. They knew that overall, this relationship would be good.
Now, about the sex part. Peter, as I said, was not a stuffy bore like the others I had been with, and he was not inhibited either. He loved my body, and always let me know how much he loved to make love to me.
And I thought that I was being turned on by his cock fucking me, although I think now that it was his words, for whenever he would tell me how lovely I was, I would start to believe it in myself, and feel better about myself.
He also managed to eat me quite well, I should add.
And he did get off on my sucking his cock, although I'll be honest and tell you that I hardly ever felt any pleasure from it, and the smell still bothered me, even years after I had been doing it.
We both met Mim when I was twenty-two, a year back. We had been living together for six years, and I had become aware of the way I was faking my orgasms for him, although I never would have told him that. Also, I was aware of the way he would compliment me less and less, although I didn't put the low in my sexual peaks and his no longer complimenting me together, until months later.
Mim was this super looking bird with curly red hair, and we were supposed to be doing this ad with two school girls. I was to be one, and Mim was the other.
Peter was shooting it, and I think he could sense a kind of magic between us.
I remember that I was aware of some kind of erotic quality to her, but I thought it was because she could have been masculine looking. I mean, her hair was quite short and she also had a tall, titless body, like mine.
After the shooting, we all went out to eat, and then we drove Mim home.
That night, Peter started to ask me if I had sensed what he had sensed while Mim and I had been playing schoolgirls down by the river where we shot.
"Didn't you see the way she looked at you?"
"What of it? You told her to look at me with a schoolgirl lust."
"She overdid it as far as I'm concerned. I think she wants you."
"What?"
Now being in the business, of course, I knew that there were lesbians all over the place, but until Peter mentioned it, I didn't think of Mim.
He decided that he would do another shooting, but I knew that it was just because he wanted to see something happening. I knew that because he invited her to our flat for the shooting.
In fact, it ended up turning into something of a nude thing, for a wine ad, although we lay across each other so that no genitals or tits were showing.
I remember feeling a kind of warm flowing in my body when she touched my cunt with her hand, and acted like it was an accident.
It was even Peter who went so far as to come out and say it.
"Why don't you two birds take a break? And you know something, Mim? If the two of you would make love, I think that your bodies would have an incredibly flushed color to them, which, on film, would look super."
I saw Mim look at him and smile, and then she looked at me.
"I must admit, darling, hat I am a little aroused from our shooting. I could use some kind of relief. And you?"
I just looked at Peter, and I could see that he was getting turned on over the idea, which was turning me on a little bit, too. I mean, I really just wanted some kind of confirmation from him, to let me know that it was all right.
The fact that he was getting aroused was rather irrelevant.
I turned to her, and she moved her lips to mine and pushed me down on the floor. She started to kiss me more gently than any man ever has, and her small tits were pressed down against my own small tits. I could feel such a warm heat running through me, that the second she slid her knee up between my legs and pressed it against my pussy, I could feel myself coming that second.
I started to moan, and she started to rub her knee harder. Soon, she was licking her way down my body, and I could feel my tits getting so warm. She managed to suck all of my tit flesh between her lips, and I could feel her tongue working over my nipple better than any woman had ever done it before.
Then, she started to massage my cunt lips with her fingers, and in no time, she had her mouth down there and was eating me.
It was incredible, Doctor. I felt higher forms of passion than I had felt when I played with myself, which I'll be honest and tell you I stopped when I had first moved in with Peter, because he kept me rather satisfied.
It had started up again during the last few months, though.
Mim just knew every inch of my body, and how I wanted it to be loved. When she was licking my clit, and I started to think that I was getting a trifle bored with that tongue action, she must have felt it in my cunt, because she would change the way she tongued me that very second.
I must have come so hard in her mouth, that she started to choke on my juices, but that did not stop her from continuing.
"Don't you want to taste her?" I heard Peter asking me.
It was almost as if he knew. I had been thinking about how much I'd love to have her red pussy patch rubbing against my face, and how much I would like to taste her cunt cream, but had been too scared to say it.
After all, it was one thing to have some lovely bird go down on me. It could still mean that I was hetero and all, but to go down on a woman and enjoy it would mean something else, which I was not sure I wanted to face up to yet.
"Move your cunt over her face, Mim," Peter said. "I can see that she wants you to do it. I know the little bitch well enough."
He called me that in the most complimentary sense, and a few seconds later, as she still kept her hot mouth glued to me, I could feel her moving her cunt right over my face, and then pressing her lips down against my mouth.
I loved it. I started to suck on her cunt hard, lashing along her wet lips, and I could feel her juices flowing right onto my tongue. I started to flick my tongue back and forth over her love button, and she began to thrust against my face.
Peter, meanwhile, had pulled his cock out, which I could not see.
I was lost in the flavor of her pussy. Unlike a cock, whose taste had always bothered me a bit, and whose smell I just never seemed to be able to get used to, I was loving the taste and smell of her the very first time.
I think it was the tenderness, too, that turned me on.
She was being more gentle with me than anyone else. And do you want to know something else, which I became aware of then.
She didn't even have to moan about how hot she thought I was, or how beautiful she thought I was to turn me on. No. All she had to do was lick and suck me, and the way that she was doing it was turning me on.
That was when I did start to think about Peter, and how his words had always seemed to be the thing to make me get hot.
"Move away and let her suck me," I heard Peter saying, and I couldn't even begin to let you know how disappointed I was to hear that, because Mim seemed to be letting him run the whole show, and she did move away.
She turned her body around the same way she had done it before, keeping her mouth glued to my pussy, which it seemed she could not get enough of.
Soon, I could smell his cock, and when I opened my eyes, it was dangling right over my face. He started to move it to my mouth.
It was the first time I ever didn't mind sucking a man's cock, and I know that it was because of the fact that Mim just kept going at my pussy for the longest time, sucking and kissing and moaning, too.
I just kept my mouth open so that Peter could fuck his dick in and out of me, and I was not even doing much to turn him on. I mean, usually, I would use my tongue because I know how much he loves it, but I didn't that time.
Instead, I had both of my hands down near Mim's head, and I was rubbing her soft red curls, and starting to thrust my way up and down against her. I could feel her sucking my clit even harder, and I exploded.
She kept her mouth there anyway, as if each explosion was just turning her on more and causing her to keep up what she was doing.
I think that my cunt explosion was the thing that turned Peter on then, because he started to pulse in my mouth, and within a few more seconds, he was coming.
As soon as he pulled out of me, Mim turned her body around, and let me tell you that I had a good idea of what turned me on, because I was starting to suck a cunt right after I had sucked a cock, and that cocksucking had even been preceded by the cunt.
So, you see, it was so easy to compare the two, and decide which one was turning me on more. It was most definitely the pussy, and that was making me feel the slightest bit guilty, and even a little sick.
I honestly did not know if I was ready for something like that. To come out at my age would not be bad, but it would be a major change in my life.
I was happy that Mim kept sucking me for a long time, and as soon as she stopped, Peter was snapping photos of us again for the ad, and let me tell you they are some of the most beautiful photos I've ever seen of myself.
In fact, a few days later, when he had them developed and was showing them off, I had to deny what he was saying.
"You look more contented in those pictures than I've ever seen you look. I really do think that you loved what Mim did with you."
"Peter darling, you know I love what you do with me."
"I know. But a girl has to have her priorities."
And he more he would talk about things, the more I started to realize that he didn't seem to care.
It happened again a few days back. Mim and I had worked with each other a lot since, and whenever she would try to talk to me about what had happened, I would always act like nothing had happened.
We were both working on an ad for Jeff, a photographer friend of Peter's. After it was over, she suggested we go to her place for a drink, which we did. Well, one thing led to another, and within a few seconds, we were in the bedroom of her flat, and I was laying flat on my back.
She was kissing my body all over, and when she moved her mouth down to my pussy, I was reminded of all the pleasure that I had felt with her the first time. I couldn't stop myself from coming and telling her how good it felt.
Of course, she loved making me come, because, as she told me, she had known all her life that men were not her thing, and once she had discovered what was, she had wanted to go all the way with it.
She had been making it with girls since she was in her teens, and since she and I were the same age, she had been doing it a long time.
"But you love it, too, darling, so why deny it?" she asked. "I remember how much harder you were coming when you were eating my pussy. If eating a woman turns you on so much, it has to mean something."
"Yes, I know, but...." I started to say, and she pushed me down on the bed and then started to straddle my face.
I could feel the way she was pressing her cunt against my mouth, as she was sitting on my tits, and I started to suck on her pussy lips. They spread and I was sucking some of her flowing cream right out of her.
Then, she started to thrust back and forth against my face, and as she was making herself come harder, I felt her fingers moving between my legs. I spread my legs wide and the second that she touched my clit, I exploded.
Her making me come just made me more determined to do the same for her, and I could feel the way she was ready for it, because she did not move at all, except to thrust herself. I made her come about five times then, and by that time, she had three of her hot fingers moving in and out of my cunt.
After it was over, I came out and told her how much I loved it, and then, Mim asked me to move in with her, just as a roommate, more so than as a lover. Of course, she mentioned, here would be a relationship, too.
So now, I must be honest and tell you that I'm confused. I think that to move in with her will confirm what I feel about myself, and I do believe that I'm a little bit too scared to face up to that.
Peter, too, seems to be a problem, although it's one that I'm creating for myself.
I mean, I don't want to tell him that I'm planning on moving out, because I'm scared of what he might do. As I said, our relationship has been on the decline for the last few months, so he might not take it that badly.
But, I'll never know that until I tell him, and I must work up the courage.
I think about Mim and I feel my cunt getting wet. Nothing like that ever happened with Peter, or with any other man. In some ways, I like to blame the whole thing on him because he had been he one to suggest it, and if he hadn't, perhaps it never would have happened and I wouldn't be so confused.
CONCLUSION
I had to tell Nita that she should be straight forward with her current lover, Peter. I told her that if he had not sensed any kind of electricity between herself and Mim, then he never would have suggested that they get together.
Since he is older than Nita, and has had many women before he, he must have been aware of something not working right with her all those years, and that was another thing that I told Nita.
After all, it is foolish for Nita to believe that a worldly, experienced man like Peter could not notice that she was unsatisfied with his love-making.
Also, rather than blaming Peter for causing this problem, she should be thanking him for helping her come to grips with what she really feels. I'm sure that if he hadn't been the one to suggest she get it on with a woman, another man would have, later on.
The most reassuring thing that I had to tell Nita was that chances are good she might be bisexual, and not a lesbian. She says that she did not mind it when Mim was eating her and she was doing the same to Peter, even though she was not putting much into it. A true lesbian, I feel, would have hated having a penis forced into her mouth.
Overall, I think my free-style attitude about lesbians and bisexuals helped Nita to calm down about her feelings, and I have a good suspicion that within a few days, she and Mim will be living together.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Harriet P. AGE: Twenty
INTERVIEW ONE
Harriet is a cute black-haired girl, with long straight hair. When she came to see me, I could tell that it was her smile which seems to attract most people, because it is hypnotizing and quite lovely.
She was wearing a long skirt and a frilly blouse, and I felt as if she was purposely dressed that way to try and make herself feel more feminine. My feelings were confirmed as I listened to her story.
I never thought that it would lead to anything, Doctor, because if it did, I never would have let it happen. I always thought that we were so young, and then when we were getting older, and still doing it, I thought that I would even grow out of it then.
When I'm talking about are these lesbian feelings I have.
Or, feelings for a woman. I'm nervous to even think of myself as a lesbian, and I know that's being rather childish, but I don't know what else to say.
It all started when I was around nine or ten, and you might laugh to think that it could start that early, but it did. I don't mean to say that I had any sexual feelings back then even when we were doing it.
Shit, I can see how confused you are, and I'm feeling that way myself, so let me get to the point, all right?
Randy was, and still is, my very best female friend. She lived next door to me, and is the same age as me, so naturally, we were very close. We used to play with each other even back when we were about five and so, and I just mean playing outside in the sand boxes and shit like that. The sex would come later.
I really loved her, and now, my feelings for her are mixed. I mean, I think that Randy knew what she was into way back when. They say that sexual things are established back when a person is three and four.
We used to sleep over at each other's houses all the time.
And we loved it, hugging and snuggling up to each other, and kissing each other on the lips, although not with tongues. The thing was, we were young, and little girls always got close at that age.
Also, we hated little boys, who hated us right back.
When we were ten, it happened for the first time. We were sleeping in her huge bed at her house, when she started to snuggle up to me. It was feeling really nice, and she said that we'll pretend we were a boy and a girl.
"I'll be the boy, and you be the girl," she said, and she climbed on top of me and started to kiss me on the lips.
Then, she began to open my pajama tops, and since we had seen each other naked so many times before, I didn't care. I didn't even think it was so strange when she started to lick her way down to my nipples and sucked on them. They didn't get stiff, and I didn't feel any sexual lust. Just a nice kind of heat.
Within a few more minutes, she was pulling off my pajama bottoms and moving her fingers to my cunt. She started to rub them against my lips, and nothing really happened then, either. As I said, we were both ten, and neither one of us was developed or anything like that. What she did just left me feeling nothing.
Soon, she was moving her mouth down there, though, and when she started to lick me, I told her she was crazy.
"All boys do it to girls before they fuck them," she said. "I can't fuck you because I don't have a cock, but I wish that I did."
Then, she started to peel off her own clothes. That was the first time we ever rubbed and kissed each other while we were both naked, and there was something rather exciting about it,, although I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
Well, as we started to get older, and we were developing, we would check on each other to see how we were doing. We both had long black hair, and both ended up with thick black cunt patches, but mine started to grow in first.
Randy seemed to be really intrigued with my pussy, much more than I was with hers.
The first time she ever made me come was when I was thirteen. I had just turned thirteen a few weeks before, and she was sleeping over one night when she said that we should play man and woman again.
She started to undress me, and that time, I could feel some tingling sensations running through my body. When she moved her fingers to my brown nipples, they started to get stiff under her touch, and they throbbed with pleasure.
Then, she moved her mouth down and sucked on them. I could feel how nice it was as she was getting them all hot.
She was rather sly, working her fingers into my pajama bottoms the way that she did, and soon, she was rubbing her palm over my black cunt bush, while her fingers were moving in and out of my cunt.
I started to get so wet, that she quickly slid her way down my body, and then she pulled my pajama bottoms all the way down.
She spread my legs and moved her mouth between them.
As she moved her fingers to my cunt lips so she could spread them wide apart, she started to lick my erect love button, and I could feel the way it stiffened right under the touch of her tongue.
Soon, Randy was wiggling it back and forth with her tongue, and when she knew that my cunt lips would stay spread wide, she slid both of her hands up to my tits and started to pluck on my nipples.
All the pleasure just kept flowing through me, and it was not until a few minutes later, after I had come, that I pushed her away.
"You shouldn't have done that," I said to her. "You shouldn't have."
"Why not, Harriet? What's wrong with it?"
"I don't know, but it's not right. We're getting much too old for things like this to be happening. I swear I don't know why I let you."
She started to laugh, and she even kept her fingers on my nipple as she started to tell me all about sexual pleasure.
"There's no reason to deny that you felt it, because I know that you did, especially when you started to thrust your cunt up and down against my mouth. And what's wrong with it? It feels good, right?"
I didn't answer, until she playfully started to slap me across the face, and kept asking me, until I had to tell her.
"All right. It felt good. I'll admit that it felt good."
"So, what is it that you really want?"
"I think that a girl should be doing things like that with a boy, and that's why I don't know if you should be doing it to me."
"I am a boy," she said. "All you have to do is pretend."
Now, when I think about all these talks that we had, I should have realized back then that she was different from me, or was acting different. I mean, saying things like she was a boy and all, just wasn't right.
"Anyway, I'm sure that you don't want to really let a boy enter you right away. You're too young. And you know how many boys can be. A lot of them will only like a girl if she turns out to be pure. If you lose it to a boy, the one that you marry won't really like you at all."
Now I did believe that, because it seemed to make some sense.
So, for the next few years, Randy was my lover, but I never thought of it like that. I mean, I never made love back to her, because she never seemed to want me to. Also, I think it's so strange.
I mean this: our parents never thought anything weird was going on. It's normal for two girls to be such good friends and even sleep at each other's house, but we were doing things behind closed doors that were not normal.
Now, had I wanted a boy to sleep over, I'm sure that my mother would have flipped out, and would not have allowed it.
I do remember a few times when I would think I was interested in some boy at school, and since Randy was my best friend, she would always be the one to hear it, and I hardly even realized that what she was doing was talking me out of it.
We would usually have these talks late at night, in her room or mine. And while we would be talking, she would be playing with me.
She would be rubbing my cunt through my pants, or even moving her hand right into my pants so that she could touch my naked cunt flesh.
She would sometimes even lick her lips, and since I had felt her tongue in me so many times, I would usually start to get all wet when I'd see her doing that, because I would be thinking about how wonderful she felt in me.
"Oh, Jeff's an asshole," she would say to me. "He went out with Mindy and she told me what a jerk he was. And do you want to know something else?"
"No, what?" I would ask, moaning a little bit.
"All he wanted to do was fuck Mindy, and once she let him, he never wanted to talk with her again. You let him fuck you, and he'll do the same to you."
"No. He's so sweet. He wouldn't do it."
"Don't be so naive, darling. Why do you think she hates him so much? Besides, what do you need a jerk-off like him for? I can make you feel so good."
And she would be talking in such a soothing voice while her fingers would be massaging me, that I would start to get into it, and soon, I would be pushing down my pants and panties so that she could get her mouth there.
It was almost as if she hypnotized me into doing it, and I kept thinking that the day I'd have a boy, I'd stop letting her do it.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Harriet came to see me, he had her hair up, and looked quite attractive, and much more mature than she had looked the first time. I could see that she had put on just a slight trace of make-up, which made her look super.
She wore a frilly blouse and a pair of tight jeans.
Overall, though, I could still sense the same kind of nervous tension running through her that I had sensed in her the first time she came to see me. It was as if she either did not trust me, or herself and her feelings.
Still, once she relaxed on the couch and closed her eyes, she started to talk as if she was pretending I was not even in the room.
I really did think that she would let up after a while. Randy, I mean.
I knew that she liked to make love to me, but as I turned eighteen, and was getting ready to go off to college, I was telling her that this must end.
She had not been accepted where I was going, and although I knew that I would be losing my very best friend, and it bothered me, I also knew that if she was not near me, she wouldn't be able to get me in bed.
The night before I was to leave, something happened.
She came over to say goodbye, and we went up to my bedroom to talk. She started to ask me if she could make it with me one last time, and when I told her no, she burst into tears, until I submitted.
I stripped myself naked for her, and lay back on the bed.
She started to kiss me on the lips, but I turned my head away. Then, she moved her way all over my body, kissing and licking and hugging me. I could feel the pleasures flowing through me.
I was a virgin still, having never let a boy touch me. She was the only one who had ever touched my cunt, and she started to move her fingers down there and stroke me as lightly and lovingly as ever. Then, she spoke.
"Harriet, don't go away to school. I love you. I really do."
"I love you too, Randy, but school is school and I've gotta go."
"But you don't understand. I'll die without you."
"Now come on. I'll see you when I come home from vacation."
"Yes, but I'll bet you'll have yourself hundreds of boyfriends by then, and you know what that will do to me?"
"No, what?" I asked, laughing it all off a little bit.
"It will make me feel jealous and hate you. Don't you understand? I don't love you just like a friend. I love you like I want to love the person I'm planning to spend my whole life with. A lover kind of loving."
I sat up then, and was so shocked that I almost fainted.
"You're talking crazy. That can't happen between us. You need a man and a woman to feel that way, not two women."
"You don't understand anything. Don't you know that all those years when you let me make love to you, I was thinking of you as my lover? I was thinking about how much I love you, and love the taste of your cunt. I was thinking about how much I could make you come, and how good you feel when you do."
"No, that was just a game for me," I said. "You would be the man and I would be the woman, but it was just pretend, just a game."
"For you, maybe, but not for me," she said. "Get out," I told her. "Please. Get out of here. I don't want to see you."
I dressed as fast as I possibly could, and she was leaving as I finished. The last thing that she told me was how much she loved me, and how she wished that I would stay so that we could be lovers.
Well, I couldn't wait to go to school the next day. Of course, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened between us the night before, and I tried not to think too much of what happened all those years between us.
At college, I adjusted well to the routine of classes, and the social life was really good, too. They had all these dances so that the guys could meet the girls, and that was where I met Seth.
He was a cute boy with curly brown hair, and I wanted him.
Now, I want you to know something before I even tell you about the night I spent with him, because I don't want you making any judgments.
Before I met Seth, I had met a few other boys at college. I kept thinking that I had to let a boy make love to me, after all those times when I had let Randy make love to me, but I didn't just want any boy.
I knew that after Randy, I was going to have to find someone special, someone who turned me on, and not just look for someone for the sake of having a quick fuck and feeling what it was like.
So, Seth was someone special, even before I went to bed with him.
We dated each other many times before going to bed with each other, and we did talk about sex, too. He had been with a few other girls, which turned me on to know, because I did want someone who would be good in bed.
I told him that I was a virgin, which in a sense, was true. I would not have dared tell him about Randy. I never told anyone about her but you.
Seth waited until he could borrow his friend's apartment, because his friend lived off campus, and had a fireplace, which Seth said would set a mood.
We even had some wine, so that I could relax.
After we had talked in front of the fire a little more, he moved his lips to mine and kissed me gently, pressing his tongue into my mouth. I felt him pushing me back onto the soft carpet, and then, his body was on top of mine.
He started to lick his way down my neck, and he was opening my blouse with his fingers, as fast as he could.
I had worn no bra, and he moved his fingers to my nipples and plucked at them as gently as possible, then moved his mouth to one.
All I could think about was Randy. Of course, I had to compare what was going on with what had happened, since she would usually start to make love to me in much the same way, and that bothered me.
Everything that he was doing, he was doing a little worse than Randy. She had always managed to turn me on so much, and really, the only heat I was feeling from Seth was the heat that I was feeling from the fire, going right in front of us.
Soon, Seth was licking his way down my body, and pulling off my pants and panties. Then, he started to eat my cunt.
He spread my cunt lips wide apart and moved his tongue into me, flicking my clit back and forth as gently as possible. I thought that it felt nice, but it was not anywhere near as hot as it had been with Randy.
I started to hate her right then and there. She had fucked me over, I kept thinking, so that no boy would turn me on.
He ate me for a long time, and basically, he got me very wet with his saliva.
Then, he started to undress, and when I saw him naked, I moved my hand to his cock and held it in my palm. It felt so strong and proud, and I started to move my mouth down to it, thinking that I should suck him.
As I did, I was not even that turned on. I mean, he was fingering my cunt, but not as well as Randy used to, and he was thrusting his dick in and out of my mouth, even though the taste was just okay.
He made me come by fingering me, harder than he had when eating me, and then he told me that he wanted to fuck me. I lay back, spread my legs, and he guided his dick right into my cunt.
He started to thrust it in and out of me rather hard, and I could feel nothing but a kind of invasion. I mean, I didn't feel pain or pleasure, but just like there was this invader in my body, who shouldn't have been there.
He slowed down many times when he thought that he was going to come, and didn't want it to happen right away. I must admit, at those times when his cock pulsated inside of my cunt, were times of pain, because his throbbing dick would be stretching my cunt lips so wide apart, that I would hate it.
But soon enough, he started to come inside of me.
I wrapped my legs around his ass, to keep him from moving while he was coming, and I was moaning really loud about the whole thing.
Now basically, I know that I was faking my orgasms, and moans for him, because I still liked him and wanted him to like me back.
He started to thrust a little bit later, after his cock had stayed hard, and I just couldn't stop thinking about Randy.
And that is my problem, Doctor.
I've been living away from home for two years now, and only see Randy when I go home for vacation. She's becoming more and more of a lesbian, and has been trying to convince me that I'm no different.
Sometimes, she'll try to kiss me, or she'll start to lick her lips and act like she would be tonguing my cunt. The thing is, I always started to feel such lust for her when she does it, and deep down, I always wish that she would really shove her tongue right into my cunt and eat me.
I've been seeing Seth for the past two years, also, and I think that one of the main reasons why I like seeing him is because I feel content with him. I mean, I can fake it well enough for him to think that I'm coming, and I fear that if I had a boy who knows better, I'll be discovered.
Sometimes, I do think about Randy eating me while Seth is fucking me, and that can make me get really hot around his cock.
It bothers me. I feel like Randy forced this whole scene onto me, from way back when we were younger and we would snuggle up in bed. I think about those times when she would always be putting down the boys, too.
But do you want to hear something else, which bothers me?
Recently, the last time I was home, in fact, I could see that Randy had found herself a new best friend, or so I had thought. What I learned, when we were alone, was that this new girl, Mary Beth, is Randy's lover.
Randy met her in a bar in the city, and they see each other quite a lot. In fact, my dear old friend is thinking of moving into the city with Mary Beth.
I've been feeling jealous about the whole thing. I mean, I still like Randy as a friend, I think, and though I know that I love her in bed, I don't think that I want it to happen between us again.
But when I start to think of her going down on Mary Beth, the way that she used to go down on me, then I'm very confused. I don't know why I should feel jealous about her, since I tend to think that I don't want her, and have made it clear ever since I've been going to college.
Can't you help me? I don't know what to do, or what I feel.
CONCLUSION
I was blunt with Harriet, and told her that her not knowing what she feels it complete bullshit. She knows that she feels a lust for Randy, and I went on to tell her that sexual preference is something that is usually formed at a very young age.
She said as much when it came to talking about Randy, but never mentioned it when talking about herself.
I do believe that Harriet is and always was a lesbian, but when I told her, she seemed to be so shocked, that she burst into tears. Therefore, I told her something else.
Since Seth is obviously not an adequate lover for her, she should look for other male lovers. All men have different techniques, I let Harriet know, and perhaps there might be a man who could turn her on. However, there is no sense in faking orgasms with one man who she knows doesn't.
If her other male lovers do not turn her on, I think she will begin to understand that Randy had very little to do with it, and that she is indeed, a lesbian herself.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Jill W. AGE: Eighteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Jill is a pretty girl with long brown hair and large brown eyes. When she came to see me, I thought that she was a little too heavily made up, and she definitely acted much older than her years.
In many ways, I felt as if she was putting on a whole act for me. Deep down, she seemed to be nervous and shy, but she was overcompensating for it, and she overdid it.
She was wearing a long sleeved tight blouse, and a pair of cut-offs. I thought that her thighs and legs were quite appealing.
I don't really know what I'm going to do with my life now, because even at age eighteen, I feel as if I've fucked myself over. I used to think that Dick might have been responsible for it, and he is for part of it, but not all.
You see, when I was younger, I was always a highly sexed girl. I started to masturbate at age ten, and I was coming at that age, too. I had my tits by the time I was eleven years old, and started to fuck boys at age twelve.
I don't really know what I felt about those early sexual encounters. You'll laughed when I tell you I don't even remember the first one.
I guess I could say that's how memorable the whole experience was. I don't even remember which boy did it to me, because my family lived in this house upstate during the summers, during which time I would hardly ever see my parents because I was always hanging out with this bunch of kids.
We would swim nude at this lake, and basically just fuck around. It could have been any one of three boys who fucked me, because there were three older ones, but as I said, I don't remember which one.
I do know that I felt a great deal of passion when I would play with myself, and didn't feel that thing with the boy who fucked me first.
But the ones who were to follow were all rather nice, and they all managed to turn me on and make me come, and make me so sure of the fact that I was straight. I mean, until a few weeks back, there was never any doubt in my mind as to my sexual nature, but then again, up until a few weeks back, I'd never had sex with a woman.
When I was sixteen, I met David. He was one of the most handsome boys I had ever seen in my life, with curly blond hair and the cutest face. He was four years older than I was, and had a house all to himself upstate.
He had inherited it from his parents, and he was trying to be a disc jockey up near where we lived during the summer.
The first time he had me, it was like heaven on earth. He had invited me over for dinner one hot summer night, and he had heated up the house cooking it, so that it was really so uncomfortable for us.
He suggested, jokingly, but with some seriousness, that I undress so I would feel more comfortable, and I took him up on his suggestion.
He seemed to love the look of my full breasts, and my brown cunt patch. He started to get undressed himself, and when he stripped, I could see that his cock was nice and hard. I moved my hand to it and played with it.
He slapped it away, and said that we would eat first, and then we could have some good dessert, and I knew what he meant by that.
We ate, and it was hard to even concentrate on eating, since we were both sitting at the table naked. I'm glad that had made us wait, though, and I'll tell you why.
The longer we sat there looking but not touching each other, the more horny we got, so that by the time we had cleared the table, and he was putting the dishes into the sink to soak, I had to get on my knees.
I had sucked dicks before, but never one as huge as Dick's.
I started to move my mouth down the whole thick shaft, and I could feel the way I had to inhale deeply to open my throat so that his cock head could penetrate and stay nestled there for a few seconds. I could hear him moaning so loud during those moments when his cock head was in my throat.
I pressed his balls against my chin and felt the hairs on them. There was so much heat from his balls that I loved it.
Soon, he was thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, and when he did that, I was getting even hotter. The best part, for me, about sucking a man's cock was when the man would come in my mouth, and I knew that by thrusting, he would work himself to orgasm probably faster than I could by just sucking.
And that was just what started to happen. Within seconds after he started, I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth.
He started to shoot his load right into my throat, but I pulled my head back in the end so I could taste his come on my tongue. I loved the sweet flavor of it, and I started to come as I was tasting it.
By that time, Dick was even more horny.
His cock stayed hard in my mouth, even after he had come, and then, he started to push me down on the kitchen floor.
He kissed my lips, and then began to lick my body all over. When he sucked on my cunt, I could feel how good he was, because he made my juices start to flow in less than a few seconds. He didn't hold his mouth down near my cunt for too long a time because he was dying to fuck me.
As he licked his way up my body, I could feel him rubbing his rigid pole along the inside of my thighs, and then, he slammed it into me.
I don't think that any boy ever fucked me as hard as Dick did. He pushed my ass up off the floor, so that he could get into better position, and he started to ram his cock in and out of me like mad.
Each time that he thrust in, I could feel his balls slapping my buttocks hard, and I would let out a wailing moan. I wrapped my legs around his ass at one point because I could sense that he was going to come, from the tense cock pulsations, and even more, from the way he was moaning loud.
I wanted him to hold back, and he did. Soon, he was thrusting again, and when I started to come around him for my third time, he started to moan loud and shot his thick creamy load right into my pussy.
After that, we fucked each other again, that time, with him entering me from behind.
I loved it when he'd hold his hands on my hips and ram his cock in and out of me so that his groin was slapping my buttocks each time he entered. Then, there were those moments when he would grind his dick around inside of my cunt, and when that happened, I felt myself exploding like crazy.
That first night, we just fucked the hours away, and I had to go back to my parent's house because I knew that they wouldn't want me sleeping over. I had a feeling that they would have freaked out or something.
But Dick and I saw each other all that summer.
I knew how much I had to love him when, three weeks after we had first started fucking each other, he asked me if he could fuck my asshole.
Now I had never really thought about having my ass fucked, because I had a cunt, and I felt a hell of a lot of pleasure when my cunt was fucked. Somehow, I didn't think that having my asshole fucked would be as nice.
Still, I loved that bastard, and he kept telling me how much he loved me.
I decided to give myself an enema to clean myself out, but he was upset when I wouldn't let him watch me. Anyway, after I was clean, I insisted that he eat my asshole for a while, the same way he would eat my cunt, just because I wanted to make sure that I would loosen up a little bit.
His tongue felt so warm and soothing in my ass, that within seconds after he had started to eat me, I was begging him to fuck me.
Dick slid his way right up my body and rammed his cock into my asshole.
Now, had I even been aware of things more, I should have realized that he was a bit of a sadist back then, that very second of ass entry, in fact.
I screamed in pain the second he entered my ass, and rather than just lie there and rest and wait for me to adjust to his size, he started to thrust his way in and out of me at a nice, fast rate.
I slid my hand down to my cunt in the hopes of masturbating myself into some kind of hot frenzy, but there didn't seem to be any way I could channel out the pain I was feeling in favor of the pleasure.
Soon, though, he was moaning and coming in my asshole, and I can't begin to tell you what a relief that turned out to be.
That was the only clue that I had to his sadism at that point.
Anyway, when the summer was coming to an end, and my parents were starting to pack our shit so we could go home, he asked me to marry him.
"I don't want to lose you, and I know that I will unless you marry me," he said.
I was only sixteen and a half, but he seemed to be everything that I was looking for in a man, so I said yes. I told my parents, who totally freaked out. My mother was ready to say no, but I was of age in the state we lived in.
She said I was crazy, and that our marriage wouldn't last more than two years. She said that he was not working, which was true, and was just living off of an inheritance, which was also very true.
"You'll see what happens when the money starts to run low," she warned me. "You can't live with a man on just love. You need money."
Well, sex between us had been so good, that I didn't believe her. I was sure that we could live on just love, but I had another thing coming to me. I was to learn that my mother was right, as usual, and it would not only take his beating me to convince me, but it would take Ellen's loving me also.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Jill came to see me, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. She sat there giggling most of the time, which led me to believe that she could have been high on something.
Regardless, it was easy to see that she was rather child-like, and not at all the woman she liked to think of herself as. It took her the longest time to stop laughing and get on with her story, and I'll admit that the first few minutes with her were quite frustrating, and I almost threw her out.
Ellen was the girl living next door to us upstate, after we were married. Actually, she was a woman, and a lovely redhead at that.
She was an artist who craved her solitude at times, and she would always let me know if I was getting in her way. She was really the only friend that I had, because Dick would be going out all the time during the days, and sometimes at night, and he would never tell me where he was going.
At first, our sex life was the only thing keeping us going. When he would make love to me, I would forget about all the rotten things he did to me. As far as I could tell, after we were married, I was the cook, housecleaner, and sexual slave.
I mean slave in the sense that whenever he wanted it, I would spread my legs and let him fuck me. He hadn't started with his beatings yet.
That happened about a year after we were married, and he called me into the bedroom one night to have a serious talk.
He said that we were in a financial bind, and that he had been going through his inheritance too fast. Basically, he blamed it all on me, saying that if he hadn't married me and I hadn't moved it, he wouldn't have spent the money.
He demanded that I call my parents and ask for more, which I knew that I could never do, and I demanded he go out and look for work.
Then, he slapped me for the very first time, hard, right across the face. I fell to my knees in tears, and thought that he would stop.
Instead, he started to accuse me of using my tears to try and soften him, and he started to kick and slap me. In the end, he was so turned on that he began to rip at my clothing, and he forced my legs apart.
Then, he rammed his cock into my cunt, which was hardly wet at all. As he was fucking me, he continued to beat and slap me, and I thought that I was going to pass out.
His cock pulsated harder in my cunt each time he slapped me.
Then, I started to hit him on the chest. He hadn't given me the chance to get myself wet, and it was hurting with his cock inside of me.
I wanted him to pull out, but he wouldn't even listen to me.
He kept thrusting in and out of me until he shot his load.
I spit into his face, and he hit me a few more times, then ran out.
The next morning, he came back, all apologetic, and he said he would look for a job, but soon, he stopped looking.
Our fights continued like that for months. He would always win, after beating me black and blue, and a few times, Ellen asked me if he was beating me, but I lied because I was too ashamed to let anyone know.
One night, he got angry at me for some thing, and he started to tie me up. He pushed me down on thee bed, on my stomach, greased up his cock, and rammed it into my asshole as hard as he possibly could. He slid his fingers around to my pussy so that he could massage my cunt a little bit.
But, as much as he was trying to turn me on, I was in pain, and I was groaning.
As he was shooting his load into me, he started to say something.
"And about that Ellen, I'll kill you if you tell her," he was screaming. "She's been asking me if I beat you, which means you have to be telling her things."
"She sees the marks on my body. She's not stupid, like you."
He slapped my ass so hard, that I thought my buttocks were going to bum right up, that's how fiery they got.
He untied me, but then, the next morning, as he got up, he started to bind my wrists together again. I could feel how tight he was doing it, and after they were bound, he tied the rest of the rope to the bed.
He got dressed and started to go out, and I screamed after him.
"Where are you going? Don't leave me like this. What are you doing?"
"I'm going out looking for a job, but I want to make sure that you stay in. I know you'll run over to her house and tell her all about what happened, and I don't want you to. I'm gonna keep you bound from now on."
I was in tears as he slammed the door. He had left me naked, and hadn't even given me the chance to go to the bathroom. I hated him more than I had ever hated anyone in my life, and vowed that if I got free, I was going to pack my things and leave him and never come back to him again.
It was Ellen who found me. About three hours after he had left me tied, I could hear her calling. She was outside, knocking on the door, and she must have been suspicious about no one being home right away, because I always was.
"Ellen, please, I'm in the bedroom," I screamed. "He tied me up."
I could hear the sound of glass breaking, and knew that she had broken a pane in the back door. Within a few seconds, she was in the bedroom, standing there.
"Please, untie me," I said to her. "My wrists are aching.."
But she just stood there for a few seconds, leering at me. Then, she moved to the bed between my legs and started to rub my cunt lips gently.
"You poor baby," she said. "I don't now why you stay with him. I think that he's the biggest bastard around. He doesn't know how to treat you right."
She started to ease her fingers into my cunt, and I could feel the way my clit was starting to stiffen. I had never had a woman touch me like that before, and I was a little bit nervous about the whole thing.
"Just untie me. Don't do this to me. Please."
"But I want you to know that you don't need some brutal bastard to make love to you and keep you content A woman can do it as well."
Then, she moved her lips down to my cunt. After all the abuse I had taken from my husband for the past few months, what she did to me was making me feel sensational. She licked my cunt lips so gently, then pried them apart with her fingers so that she could move her tongue right into me.
She started to wiggle my clit back and forth, and I could feel the way my juices started to flow into her mouth.
Once she had me going, she began to slide her fingers up my body, and soon, he was plucking gently at my nipples. I felt the way they throbbed under her touch, but I was still in doubt about the whole thing.
I was furiously trying to get myself untied.
When I started to come hard, she was sucking the cream out of me, and then, she sat up and began to undress herself.
She just slid out of her shorts and panties, and then began to turn herself around so that she was moving her red-haired cunt over my face.
"No, I don't want to do this," I said to her. "Don't make me do this to you when I don't want to do it, Ellen. Please."
"You'll never know for sure unless you try," she said.
And I had no choice, because seconds later, she was lowering her cunt down over my face. I could smell the scent of her pussy, and then, her wet cunt lips were down on my lips, and I could taste them.
She started to thrust herself up and down against my face, and she moved her fingers back to my cunt to keep me going. I felt her moving her mouth back down to me soon enough, and she started to suck on me.
When she did that, I felt that I owed her as much, so I started to suck on her cunt more than I had been, and tasted a load of cream.
I must admit that it tasted so nice, and after all the abuse I had suffered, having someone be so tender with me was a turn-on, and one that I would not soon forget. Soon, she was sucking my cunt even harder, and digging her tongue in deep so she could lick the cream right off of my cunt walls.
I was doing the same thing back to her, and I know that she liked it when I would follow her leads, because it soon became obvious to me that she kept changing her styles of licking me when she wanted me to do the same thing on her.
I still wished that I could have had my hands free. I think, sometimes, that if I had, I would have pushed her away, because basically, she was forcing herself on me, and since Dick had left me bound, here was nothing I could do.
Ellen started to lick my asshole at one point, and then, she started to lick my cunt all over again. I could feel the way she sucked on my pussy hairs, and that was feeling rather nice as well.
I don't even know how long it went on, but she seemed to be aware of the ime.
She pulled herself off of me a while later, ad then started to untie me, telling me that I couldn't spend another night with him.
She said that I should pack my things and bring them over to her house, which was just what I ended up doing.
That night, she made love to me again, and it was almost as nice as it had been the first time, although I did feel rather guilty. I hadn't left Dick a note telling him where I was and when he had come looking, she had lied and said that she hadn't seen me all day, although she told him she had looked for me.
I started to go down on her that night, with my hands free, and I didn't get into it as much as I had when she had been forcing her cunt against my mouth. I wish that I could lie and say that I did, but it just didn't work that way.
I learned, that night, that Ellen was, and always had been, a lesbian, but that she loved her art work more than anything else, even sex.
I was the one who suggested that I go back to my parents the next day, because I couldn't keep living with her, right next door to Dick. He would have to see me one day and I didn't want to see him again.
She drove me to the train station, having believed what I said.
But the real reason I wanted to leave was because I was scared of her, and scared of what might happen if I stayed there too long.
I've been living home with my parents now for a few months, and I've already filed for divorce, on grounds of wife-beating. Ellen said she would be my witness if I need one, because she saw the wounds.
But you know something, Doctor? I think that I'm just as scared of seeing her as I am of seeing Dick again, because I think that I still could have feelings for her, and I don't want to be a lesbian.
I know that I had fun with her in bed, even more fun when she was forcing herself on me, but the whole thing is I like men, too, and think that I want to eventually end up getting married again and raising a family, when I'm more mature.
CONCLUSION
I told Jill what I truly believe in her case, and that is, that she is not a lesbian. Although she insists that she enjoyed her hot lesbian encounter with her neighbor, I think that the reasons are obvious.
The night before, and that morning, she had been beaten and abused by a man she had loved and thought loved her back. His leaving her tied was a way of letting her know that he didn't care much about her.
Therefore, when Ellen found her, Jill was at an incredibly vulnerable point. I believe that if another man had walked in and found her and made tender love to her, she would have been as turned on as she was with Ellen.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Deborah H. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Deborah is a stunning girl with shoulder-length straight blonde hair, large eyes, and an incredible figure, considering the fact that she's only seventeen. She has to "be one of the most womanly looking patients I've had in my office in some time, and that, as a result, is very deceiving.
You see, Debbie, as she likes to be called, is an avowed lesbian. Not only that, but she enjoys playing the active role, so, although she would seem more femme, going by the lesbian terms, she is obviously quite butch.
She was grateful that she was allowed to come and see me, and started right in talking the second she stepped into my office.
I know that if I'm here too long, Phoebe is going to want to know where the hell I've been, and she's only been my roommate for a few months now, but she seems to know me well enough to know when I'm lying.
Also, now that it's happened between us, she thinks that it's brought us so much closer and all, and she does want to know everything about it. In many ways, I'm sorry that I ever went after her, if this is the result.
Let me start at the beginning, Doctor, because this is a long story. You see, ever since I was young, I knew that there were things that made me different from all the other little girls. I know that I looked like them, but I was never into the same kind of crap that seemed to turn them on.
Dolls made me wanna puke, and playing house was a bore.
It was not until I was about thirteen, and becoming aware of sex, that I realized what it was that was different. I started to understand what was going on in my body when I would see female friends of mine naked.
I didn't get off on them that much, but when I would think about larger breasts on a more mature girl, and full cunt patches, then I'd know that I liked women. Of course, I didn't even know the name for it was lesbian back then.
I should add that I've always been rather bright, and skipped two grades in school before going to high school. Therefore, I was always two years younger than the girls in my high school class.
When I started to take showers with them, and they were all seventeen and eighteen while I was only fifteen, I was getting hot. I knew, each day, as I'd be looking at Donna King with nothing on, and her tits bouncing up and down as she walked to the shower stall, that I'd have to go home and masturbate.
So, there was no doubt in my mind, and as I'd lie home, I'd think about how nice it would probably be to move my mouth down on Donna's cunt and just suck her cream right out. I was sure that I could satisfy her more than John, the asshole she was going out with. He was the school jock, and he looked like he stuffed his jock at that. Maybe he didn't, but his bulge didn't impress me like it did the others.
That was another way that I knew I was different.
I would lie home testing myself. First, I would think about this cock I had seen once in a pom film. I'd think about the bitch going down on it, looking like she was trying to like it, and try to like it myself.
But the thought of that big piece of meat never did anything.
Then, midway in my masturbation, I might start to think about a cunt. I would usually think about Donna King's, and just the thought of her pussy lips spreading to take my tongue in did it to me.
I'd be wiggling my own clit, and then I would feel my juices flow, and I would usually catch some on the palm of my hand and then lick my hands dry, so that I would know just what the juices tasted like.
Sometimes, I would play these frustrating games on myself, and it was really just another part of the test. I would be wiggling my clit back and forth, see, so that it would throb, and I would be thinking about Donna.
Then, all of a sudden, just when I thought that the surge would reach its peak, I'd flash onto a hard dick, and see what would happen.
I think, now when I look back on it, that maybe I didn't want to be a lesbian back then, and I was hoping that I would stay horny while thinking about a cock. I would even wait until that peak point so I would be as horny as possible before the switch from cunt fantasy to cock fantasy.
But it always worked the same, Doctor. The moment that I started to think about a cock, I would just feel nothing. Even though my cunt would have been ready to spasm, and my clit massaging fingers still worked, I would lose all my passion heat at the thought of a cock.
So, because the thought of it turned me off so much, and I could never get past the point of just thinking about it hard (I mean, I never even though about it in my mouth or my cunt at all, because the image of a hard one just turned me off), and I knew that I didn't ever want one.
Going about getting cunts, I should add, was even harder. I mean, for one thing, I was younger than most of the other girls I went to school with.
And for another, most of them liked boys, and would have thought hat anything between two women was perverted or something.
I didn't even want to try anything when I was living at home and going to high school, because I would have hated a scandal. I was young, too, when I started college. I was aged sixteen.
The thing that I did not want, most of all, was to live on campus, just because I kind of sensed that my lifestyle would be different.
So I asked my parents if I could look for a house off campus, and they thought it would be okay. In the end, I decided on an apartment, with this other girl named Phoebe. I had just gone up to school to look saw an ad on a bulletin board, and called her up.
When I went over there to see her, I was shocked.
She had short curly brown hair, and the largest tits I'd ever laid my eyes on. She was only wearing a robe, as I'd just gotten her up that morning when I called. As she turned to show me around the place, I could see a glimpse of her cunt hair, because her robe flew open, and I loved what I saw.
There also seemed to be some juice near her cunt lips. Doctor, I have a quick eye and I took all that in within seconds.
"You know, I'll kind of like the idea of having a younger roommate," she said to me. "When I first moved in here, a year back, the other girl was older than me. But I want to feel like a big sister."
As we walked down toward the one bedroom, so she could show me, I saw someone running in there. As soon as we stepped in, she smiled.
"Tom, what the fuck have you been doing?" she asked.
There, sitting on one bed, on her side of the room, was a naked blond boy. He looked like he was about nineteen, and he had long straight hair. He was making no attempt to hide his body, and I could see his limp cock.
But don't even ask me to describe it. I wasn't interested.
She introduced the boy as her boyfriend, and said that he stayed over some nights, and I would have to get used to it.
To be honest, I was so awed by her hot looks, that I would have agreed to anything that she wanted from me. The thought of being her roommate was turning me on, and I wanted nothing more in the world.
We signed an agreement that morning, and I told her I would bring my stuff over later that afternoon. I turned to see myself out, and she walked back to the bedroom.
Then, I remembered that I had wanted to ask her about the electricity and whether or not it was included or extra. I turned to walk back to the bedroom, but before I even got there, I could hear them.
I knew from the way they were moaning and grunting, that they were fucking, and you can believe I wanted to have a look. I tiptoed back toward the bedroom, and I could see the way he had her laid back.
Her legs were spread wide apart, and I could see the way his ass was moving up and down as he rammed his cock in and out of her. I looked between his legs and hers, and saw some of his shaft disappearing between her glorious cunt lips.
She was moaning really loud, and then she told him that she wanted to change positions. She got up on her hands and knees, and I had a good look at her fuzzy brown cunt patch, and her red pussy lips.
He slid his cock into her pussy from behind and continued to fuck her. The best part was when she slid her fingers down to her pussy and spread her lips. The only thing that detracted from the look of her luscious folds was his huge shaft moving in and out of her, but since it was from behind, I could see her clit.
She looked so good, that I was ready to move right in there and eat her. However, she seemed so perfectly heterosexual that I didn't want to do anything rash.
I mean, I wanted to move in and at least get to know her.
So I continued to watch. There was one point when she started to massage her clit with her fingers, and her whole pussy seemed to be a blur, until she was coming and she slowed down. Then, I could actually see her cunt lips pursing, and the cunt cream slowly oozing out of her.
I had to run out then, because if I had seen anything more, I wouldn't have been able to restrain myself. I ran to get my things, and moved in later that day.
Tom helped me, and then he left so that the two of us could get to know each other. From hearing her talk, I knew that she was something of a swinger, and dated a lot of different guys. I also sensed that she was, indeed, very heterosexual, but I'm glad that I never gave up dreams of having her, because if I had, it might not have happened.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time that Deborah came to see me, she was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top. She looked even more feminine, and laughed when I told her so, then asked me if I didn't think looks could be deceiving.
Once again, she stressed that she liked to dress to be comfortable, and that she was sure her way of dress was a turn-on for women as well as men. Any man who would get turned on by her looks, she casually mentioned, might as well just jerk it off because she wouldn't do anything back.
Not that I have anything against men, Doctor. I mean, some of my best friends are, but they're the ones who understand that I want to have an emotional and not a physical relationship with a man.
Most men are too dense to think that. All they want to do is fuck.
I can remember saying that to Phoebe many times, when we would have talks at dinner, and she would always say that was what she liked about men. Dinner, as it turned out, was one of the times that I got to see her, because she seemed to be going out on dates almost every single night.
Sometimes, even though I was alone most of the night, it would be to my benefit because she would bring her date back home and fuck him in her bed, thinking that I was sleeping. I never would be, although I'd pretend.
I always had one eye open a little bit, and I would watch the dude plowing his cock in and out of her, and hear her moaning.
Sometimes, I would even move my hand down between my legs, and I would imagine that I was eating her cunt, and her moans were coming because of that. When I'd touch myself while thinking that way, I would always come.
I had gotten to see her cunt enough to know just what it looked like. She was very sexually free, and walked around naked all the time.
Once, she walked right in front of me, naked, and spread herself.
"Would you do me a favor and see if you see anything in there?" she asked. "I'm so sure that I can feel something. I keep wondering if maybe I've been fucking around too much. Maybe I have a disease."
"I know a little bit about these things," I said.
I spread her cunt lips wider and slid my finger into her. She pulled back a bit, but when I told her that I was just feeling for anything out of the ordinary, she let me continue. I accidentally hit her clit a few times, or so I let her think that it was an accident. Of course, I wanted to touch her.
I could hear her moaning, and feel her getting a little wet, but before I took her too far and blew it, I pulled back.
"Phoebe, there's nothing in there but your cunt," I said.
"Good. I was dreading the thought of getting a social disease. I wouldn't begin to know who I got it from."
"I'll vouch for that," I said. "You are something of a tramp."
"Well, rather that than celibate," she said, laughing. "You know, you should be going out more. You'll learn that college is going to be the best time for your social life. It's the easiest time of life to meet people."
"Say, I have a terrific idea, in fact. Remember Tom?"
"Tom?"
"He was the blond you saw me with the first day you came to see the place. Anyway, I've seen him a few times. The last time the three of us went out for pizza, you me and Tom, his friend Harry saw us. Harry liked you. Why don't we all go out together?"
"I have a feeling you had this all planned before you came and pushed your cunt into my face. Do you mean a double date?"
"Sure. You haven't gone out with any guys. I know that Harry will be as hot in bed as Tom is. I'm quite sure of it."
I started to think about it. If the four of us would go out, then the four of us would end up in the bedroom together, although we would be on opposite sides of the room in two separate beds. Of course, something like that could easily be taken care of.
I agreed. I know that it was a farfetched plan of mine, Doctor, but in the end, it paid off. I got myself all dressed up that night, and as you can see, most dudes are surprised to learn I'm a lesbian, because I can really turn on the femme look.
Harry loved the way I looked, and couldn't get over the fact that I was going out with him. I told him he'd pay, joking around, but I meant it. I wanted to go out and eat somewhere expensive, which was what we did.
But right before we left, I said that I forgot something. The others were already out in the car, and I ran into the house, upstairs, and pushed both beds into the center of the room, so that they were together.
All during our dinner, I couldn't wait to get back home. I could feel Harry touching my thigh, and though I didn't like it, I put up with it.
It was all to get Phoebe, I know. I would have let an elephant fuck me, much lees some guy, in order to have her.
We were out really late, and were very high on wine and grass when we walked into the house. Of course, Phoebe asked Tom up to the room immediately, and I thought that Harry and I should go up, too.
When Phoebe walked into the room, she was shocked to see the beds pushed together, and I knew it s time to speak up.
"I thought as long as we're both going to be bringing boys home, we might as well make it one big happy foursome."
Then, before she could say anything, I started to peel off my clothing. I could see that both of the boys were aroused, and within seconds, I was naked, and the two boys were already starting.
Harry had a much bigger Dick than Tom's, I noticed, but I reached for both of them and started to masturbate them.
I didn't make a move to take either one into my mouth. I thought that I would let Phoebe do that, and once she saw the three of us, she was stripping herself as fast as I had stripped myself.
She climbed into the bed and moved her mouth down to Tom's dick. I thought that I should taste Harry's, and I did, but I didn't like it. I pretended to like it though, until the time would be right for Phoebe.
Harry was so eager to fuck me, and I knew that I wouldn't want it just yet, if at all, and so, I kept stalling.
Soon, thought, Tom was dying to fuck Phoebe, and I knew it would be my chance.
I had seen her getting fucked enough to know what position she liked the best, and as she got up onto her knees and Tom slid his dick into her from behind, she spread her cunt lips. He started to thrust in and out of her.
As fast as I could, I bent over and moved my mouth to her cunt. I started to lick her clit, and I heard her gasp.
At first, I was sure that she was going to push me away.
But after a few seconds, she moved her hands to my shoulders and was massaging them. I started to suck on her clit even harder and I was also touching some of the folds of her cunt skin with my tongue.
Every so often, my tongue would hit Tom's dick, as it was moving in and. out of her, because there was no way to avoid it.
But the taste of her pussy was so overpowering, that I could hardly even taste his cock. Then, I felt the way that Harry was starting to eat my pussy from behind, and within a few seconds, he entered me.
I slid my hand down to my cunt and began to massage my clit. I thought that his cock was rather large, and I was not at all comfortable with it, but I kept my own mouth glued to Phoebe's cunt, and it made everything a little more bearable.
I could feel her coming every so often, and her juices would drip into my mouth.
I know that the reason I came so hard around Harry's cock was because I tasted her flavor and it was strong, and turned me on so much, that I couldn't control myself. I was really happy about coming, because it turned Harry on so much that he throbbed and shot off in me, getting it over with in a matter of seconds.
But Tom kept fucking her for a long time, and I kept eating her.
Eventually, he wanted to fuck her from the front, and he pushed her onto her back and entered her, thrusting hard until he had come.
Later, the two of them left, and we had a chance to talk.
"You were really getting off on eating me," she said. "I could tell that you were. I thought that you would."
"What do you mean?" I had to know, thinking I always covered for myself so well.
She started to explain that any girl who looked like I did, meaning lovely, and didn't go out with boys, obviously didn't like boys very much. She went on to say that the more she had thought about it, the more she had realized that I must have been a lesbian.
She said that she suspected I had been spying on her.
All of this was leading me to believe that she was thinking of kicking me out, and that did scare me. But I was wrong.
"What I really want for you to do is eat me again. You see, that was the best eating I've ever felt. When Tom wanted to fuck me from the front, and that forced you to have to pull your mouth away, I could have killed him."
I started to laugh, but not long enough to keep me from getting on top of her before she had a change of heart.
I moved my mouth to hers and kissed her, but not for too long. I wanted to taste her huge tits, and when I sucked on her nipples, I couldn't get over how sweet they were. Soon, though, I had my mouth down near her cunt.
When I was eating her cunt, I looked up at her. I loved how she looked, with her head thrown back, her mouth open, and her huge tits heaving up and down in the air. That time, my fantasy was really coming true.
I was eating her, and I was the one who was making her moan. Without even having to touch myself, I could feel myself coming.
It happened a few more times between us, and she started to get into going down on me, which she seems to love now.
But, as I said to you last week, she's becoming very possessive. If she knew that I was even talking about her with a shrink, I have a feeling that she would kill me and then freak out, which was not what I wanted.
I mean, I did want her when I first met her, and I'm real glad that I had her. She was, and will always be, the first woman I ever made love to, but as far as an intense relationship goes, I don't think that I'm ready for it with her.
I try to tell her, but she always breaks down and cries on me. Sometimes, I think that I'm the older one of the two of us, because I'm the one who usually ends up comforting her, the way a big sister would her little sister.
CONCLUSION
Deborah is very lucky in a certain respect, that being, she learned what turned her on very early in life, by exploring her fantasies. Therefore, she knew that she was a woman who loved women, and even one who wanted to dominate.
What she is learning with her relationship to Phoebe is that sometimes, emotions and sexual feelings can get mixed up. Obviously, Phoebe is mistaking one for the other, and Deborah will have to learn that people seldom do.
It is obvious, too, that Phoebe was not as fortunate as Deborah. Though she enjoyed dating men, it seems like she really loves women, and it took on young girl to show her just how much she did love women.
Now, Deborah has the problem of ending a relationship, and there is no doubt in my mind that it will end with hostile feelings from Phoebe. Phoebe will feel like Deborah opened up a whole new world for her, then just left her hanging. I warned the lovely blonde to be more careful in the future.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Ann Marie AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Ann Marie is a cute French girl with short black hair and an upturned nose. It might be a cliche to say it, but she has a terribly French look about her, and without even hearing her talk, I could tell where she was from.
When she came to see me, she was dressed in a halter top and a pair of shorts. I could see that for a girl her age, she had a full woman's figure.
I also suspected that the child was sexually mature, until she started to talk. Most of the French girls I've met through my work tend to develop much faster than American girls, and tend to lose their virginities at a much younger age.
Therefore, it came as something of a shock for me to hear that Ann Marie was still a virgin, which was something she told me right away.
Oui, it's true, Doctor. I have had the chance to lose my virginity a few times, even as young as age eleven, but I have never yet met the boy who I would like to take it. Or maybe the girl, now.
You see, my only sexual experiences have to do with things that I've seen, and a few things with girlfriends, when we were just playing.
It is these things I have seen, however, that disturb me more than anything else.
My parents are both quite sexually free, swingers I should even say, and they never close their bedroom door when they are making love. I saw them making love for the first time when I was about five, but all of that is a blur.
I had no idea of what they were doing, and it was only later, when I talked to my mother about it, that I learned all about sex.
She told me the day after I first saw them, only because, while she had been lying on her back, and he had been making love to her, thrusting himself in and out of her, she looked over and saw me.
At first, I recall, I thought she was shocked. Her mouth dropped wide open, and she seemed to be rather upset about what I had witnessed. It was only the next morning that I learned she was just moaning with sexual passion.
"Sex, you see, is the greatest thing a man and a woman have going for them," she told me over breakfast the next morning. "It is the thing that relationships are made of, although, my sweet Ann Marie, when I think about it, I realize that it cannot keep a relationship going forever. You must have more than sex in the end, or you will really end up with nothing. Do you understand?"
"I think so, but I am not sure."
"You see, darling, you were made from sex. The man and the woman can form a child by having sex, although, not all the time. The woman's cunt develops the egg and the man's penis develops the sperm to fertilize the egg. But the egg is only formed every few weeks, in cycles. Also, there are other ways to prevent a woman from getting pregnant."
She did not go into all of that back then, I should say.
Instead, she told me, in the most explicit detail, all about the way a man and a woman can arouse each other. I had seen my father's cock limp, many times, and I must be honest and tell you that I never liked the way it looked then.
I hadn't even had the chance to see it hard the night before, just because of the position that they were in. She had her legs wrapped around his thighs, and I could see him thrusting in and out of her, but could not see his cock.
She started to tell me how she had never really liked the look of a limp cock either, but that when it was hard, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. The way she talked about it was incredible.
It was almost as if she was hypnotized by the thought of it.
Anyway, she told me all about her cunt, too, and the little love button that a woman has, which she called her little cock. She said that when her love button was played with enough, and she was aroused enough, then it sent waves of pleasure through her body, waves that she said were better than anything else she felt.
Overall, even at that age, I was confused, and my mother said to me that one day, when she and my father thought that I was mature enough, they would let me watch them, let me sit in the room, so I could look closer.
Until that time, I did tend to see them quite often anyway.
Now both of them were beautiful people. My mother has short black hair like mine, but she had huge breasts, with thick brown nipples. She had a flat belly, and a raised black haired pussy mound. Her cunt lips were quite lovely, too, and overall, she had an incredible shape. I loved to walk down the street with her and see men looking and turning their heads as we passed.
My father was a wrestler, just for fun, so he had an incredible body, too. His chest was quite muscular, and hairy, and his arms were always bulging with muscles, too. He had a firm belly, and when I finally got to see his cock hard, I could see that it was uncut, and long and thick.
His balls hung low in the sack, which was covered with black hair, too. Overall, he had to be one of the hairiest men I had ever seen.
About three days after my mother's sex lesson, I could hear them making love again, so I snuck over to the room and watched.
That time, I could see his rigid cock pole sliding in and out of her, but I was a little bit confused. She had her legs and ass raised up off the bed, and when I was able to see a little closer, he was not in her cunt.
No. She had her fingers there and was massaging herself, and he was moving his thick pole in and out of her asshole. I was even more confused about that.
They were both moaning so loud, and her body seemed to be covered with even more sweat than I had seen on it when he had been fucking her cunt. I could hear him moaning about how nice and tight she felt around him.
"Yes, that asshole is so good. I think it is better than your cunt."
"Well, my darling, do not get too used to it, as I do not like it as much. I like it even more when you fuck my cunt."
"We will have times for both. Times for both. Days when I will fuck one, and other days when I will fuck the other. You will see." He slammed himself into her deeper, and held himself there, moaning louder as he did. I could hear her moaning a little bit, too.
Then, he started to thrust in and out of her faster and harder, and I could see the way she was moving, too, as if she was loving it.
I could hear her moaning about how tight he was feeling, and then, suddenly, he pulled out and started to jerk his cock. It looked all wet and shiny, and I do not know what he had all over it.
Within seconds, I could see his white cream spurting out all over her belly. As he came, she moved her hands there and started to rub the cream into her flesh, moaning about how warm and sticky and nice it was feeling.
Overall, I thought it looked quite exciting, and within the next few years, they did let me come into their bedroom.
I will never forget that night. I had been sitting in bed reading. I was ten at the time, and my father walked into the room, naked, with his hard cock sticking straight up, and bobbing up and down as he walked.
"Ann Marie, tonight is the night when you shall see us making love, and we shall explain it all to you. Come my sweet."
I was so excited that as I walked next to him, I had to reach out and touch his cock. He smiled proudly, as if he thought it was he most magnificent organ in the world, and at the time, I thought that it was, too.
It seemed so proud to be standing up so straight.
Anyway, my mother started to go down on him, showing me just how nice a woman could make a man feel. I could see it, too. My father seemed to be completely under her control while she was sucking on his cock. I saw the way he kept looking at his groin, and heard the way he kept moaning as she licked his cock head.
She made him come, jerking on his shaft as he reached his vulnerable point, and I saw the way she kept her mouth open so that I could see how the cream just shot right onto her tongue. Then, after she had taken all of his cream, she closed her mouth around his cock and continued to suck on the head as she swallowed the come.
He stayed hard, which they both told me did not happen all the time.
"It is just because after the man comes, he is still at a nice vulnerable point and your mother was good enough to keep me in her mouth. By doing that, my pleasures stayed at a high, and I did not lose my erection."
He was playing with himself as he said it. Then, it was his turn to show me how he could eat my mother.
He spread her legs, and she moved her fingers down to her cunt lips to spread herself wide open so hat I could take a look. I loved the way the inside of her cunt looked, for the color was a bright red.
"Do you see this little button?" he asked me, and I looked closer.
As I did, I know that I could smell something. It was the smell of sex, for sure, but I did not know whose it was. I mean, was it his or hers? Regardless, it was a strong pungent odor, that I adored immediately.
He started to wiggle her love button around, and I was amazed. She seemed to be completely at his mercy then, wiggling her whole body around, and looking down between her legs, as if she was loving the control he had over her while wiggling her love button. I could hear her moaning loud, too.
She started to get wet. It was so easy to see the way the creamy wetness was building up inside of her, because my father stayed to one side, so I could see closer.
When he moved his mouth down there, he kept his tongue to one side so that I could see the way he even curled it, then started to lick her clit. He was wiggling it back and forth with his tongue, and I could hear my mother moaning about how nice it felt.
While doing that, my father slid his hands up to my mother's heaving large breasts and started to play with her nipples.
I could see how aroused she was getting when he was doing that to her. I could see her nipples getting stiffer, and then, I was actually able to see the way they throbbed under his soft, caressing touch.
She couldn't stop moaning, and the sweat was building up on her body.
"Now," she was even explaining, while her passions flowed, "when your father puts his cock into me, it rubs against my love button, and that contact is the thing that makes us both aroused. As you noticed, it is the up and down jerking kind of motion that turns him on.
"And, you will have noticed that it is the way my clit is massaged that turns me on. So, if you put the two things together, you can understand the way we both get so aroused when we are making love to each other."
My father had made my mother come a few times, and then, he started to move his cock into her. I stood behind him, so I could see his hairy ass, and his low hanging balls, which were swinging back and forth in their sack.
I loved the way that happened. As he slid into my mother, deeper, I saw the way his huge balls slapped her on the ass. At one point, I moved my hand down and held them. They felt so heavy, and the heat that I could feel from them was also incredible. I never know a body or a part of a body could give off so much heat.
In fact, when I pulled my hand back, acting surprised, my mother laughed. She had seen what had happened, and started to explain to me that she was feeling the same kind of heat inside of her cunt.
"His cock makes that heat flow through all of my body. But it is my love button that counts even more for me, darling."
"Yes, that is true," my father said. "Your mother's cunt gives off a kind of heat that turns me on as well, although, I must admit that there are other parts of her body that give off more heat."
"Do not start with that now," I heard my mother say, and there was some tension in her voice. It was as if she was warning him.
I thought that I knew what she was talking about, and thought that if they were being this open with me, letting me know all about sex, and cocks and cunts, and the way men and women could turn each other on, I might as well be open, too.
"Are you talking about fucking her asshole?" I asked.
My father turned and smiled at me, but my mother did not look at all happy. She had an angry look on her face, and more than that, I think that she was wondering just where the hell I might have heard something like that.
"Yes, I am," my father said to me, and he laughed. "A woman's asshole can feel so nice around a cock. Not that the cunt does not feel good, but after being in your mother's asshole a few times, I have learned that the heat there is better."
"But, darling, as I have told you many times, it is not as big a turn-on for me. You know that I do not like it."
"Yes, but you sometimes have to do things that your husband wants."
It was so strange. It was like they were starting to have a fight right there in the middle of heir fuck session. I noticed something, too.
My father had slowed down his thrusting, and I knew what that meant already. When a man slowed down, he was trying to keep himself from coming. It only made sense, if the back and forth movement could arouse him.
My mother, on the other hand, was starting to thrust herself up and down against his cock, as if she wanted to make him come in her cunt.
It was, I was sure, because he was thinking about how nice it would be if he could get his cock into her asshole, and I must admit that I felt a little bit guilty having brought it up, since she did not seem to want it.
He moved his lips to hers then and kissed her hard. He started to thrust in and out of her cunt even faster then, and I could see the way his balls were swinging back and forth even more. I reached for them again.
As I touched them, I could feel the heat, and then, I could feel them almost rising up a little bit, into his body, I think. I'm not sure, but there was a definite tension in his balls, that was feeling nice.
Anyway, he started to moan and told me that he was going to come inside of my mother. Since I had seen him coming on her tongue, and a few times before, on her belly, I knew what he was talking about, and I watched as his whole body seemed to get as tense as his balls and ass were getting.
Then, he moaned loud, and my mother started to moan as well. I could hear her saying all kinds of French curses, telling him to keep filling her up with that hot come of his, and I think it was turning them both on to hear the words.
He stayed inside of her cunt for the longest time, and he was kissing and licking her neck as he did it. Then, when he was ready to rest, he rolled off of her, and I could see that that time, his cock had gone limp.
I liked the way it looked now that it was limp. I had never liked its look before, but I guess that after seeing it hard and liking it, I was thinking that it was just taking a little bit of a rest before he would continue.
I sat on top of their dresser and looked at them tenderly caressing each other as they rested, then, he started to speak.
"I would like to fuck your ass tonight, my darling."
"Non, Pierre. Don't tell me that, because I do not want it."
"But you want Ann Marie to learn all that there is to know, and fucking an asshole is just as important as fucking a cunt."
"For you, perhaps, but you know that I only do it because you like it."
"Would you not like her to know all that there is?" he asked.
She knew that he was appealing to her on a level that was unfair. I could see her look at my eager little face, because, yes, I wanted to see him fuck her asshole. I wanted to see it close up, just because the one time when I had seen it, I could hardly even believe that he was inside of her.
I mean, even as he had been fucking her cunt, and her ass had been raised up off the bed, I could see her puckered little asshole, and I was wondering how he could possible fit himself into her. I wanted to see it, just to see if it could really happen.
My mother looked at me then, and spoke directly to me.
"Would you like to see that happen to me?" she asked.
From her tone of voice, it was almost as if she was hoping that I would say no, but I shook my head yes, and she nodded.
"Very well then. Let me clean myself out first, Pierre. Ann Marie, come with me."
We went to the bathroom, and she picked up the hose connected to the bidet. I knew what the bidet was used for, but was rather surprised when, after she got the water running at a nice warm temperature, she moved the hose to her asshole.
"Shit, for me, is a turn-off, and for your father, a turn on. Before I can let him fuck my asshole, I prefer to make sure that my asshole is cleaned out all the way. I think that it is best."
"But you do not like the idea of him doing it at all, is that right?"
"Oui, Ann Marie. I know that there are some women who love it when a man does it to them, and sometimes, I wish I could be like that. It is the only thing that your father and I tend to fight about. Sometimes he is in the mood."
"But isn't part of sex the desire to please the person you are with?"
"Oui. But if you are taking away from your own pleasure just to please the other person, then what good is it? Anyway, your father loves to fuck my cunt as well, and loves to be sucked, both of which turn me on. Still, he is not always content."
"But what is it that you do not like about being fucked in the ass?"
"The pain. I do not like pain very much. Your father has a very thick cock, my dear, and my asshole has to stretch a great deal to take him in. Luckily, the warm water now is already helping me to relax."
She pulled the hose nozzle out of her asshole, and then she started to walk toward the toilet so she could shit everything out of herself.
We continued to talk then, and she explained all about the sphincter muscle in a person's asshole, and how, when it was assuaged, it caused the person to just relax into whatever was happening.
However, she told me, my father's cock hardly ever made contact with her sphincter muscle, and so, she always had a hard time relaxing.
By the time she was finished talking about it, she was cleaned out, and we walked into the bedroom. She opened a drawer on the night table and pulled out a jar of some kind of cream, which she started to rub into her asshole.
Then, she rubbed even more of it over my father's hard cock. Yes, he was hard by that time. He had been lying back in the room playing with himself, waiting for us, and the idea of fucking my mother had obviously turned him on.
I watched the way she lifted her legs up in the air, and pulled them all the way up to her head. Then, he started to massage his cock into her asshole, slowly, and I could hear some groans from her.
Even when she moaned a little, as he moved all the way in, I could tell that they were more forced than anything else.
He rammed himself into her deep, and held himself there, then started to thrust in and out of her at a nice, steady rate. His balls slapped against her buttocks more than ever as he was fucking her asshole, and I could hear her moaning so loud by that time.
I noticed why. She had slid her fingers to her pussy, and was massaging her cunt lips to keep herself aroused. I could see her sliding her fingers in deeper to work over her love button, and soon, she had herself coming, for there were juices flowing out of her pussy lips, down between her legs.
My father was moaning loud, too, as he continued to fuck her asshole. He said something about the way her asshole spasmed around his cock, just like her cunt, and that happened when she was coming in her cunt.
Within a few more seconds, he moaned that he was coming inside of her asshole, and I could hear her let out a sigh of relief.
The whole thing had taken a much shorter time than the time it took for him to fuck her cunt, and she said something to him about it a little later. When she did, he seemed to be rather upset.
For she was acting like he should have made it last longer, and he couldn't understand why she would want that, when she seemed to hate it.
Anyway, I thanked them both for having given me the demonstration, and when I went back to my room that night and tried to sleep, I could not. I could not stop thinking about what they had shown me.
I must admit that I was a little more fascinated with my mother's cunt, than I had been with my father's cock, but thought nothing of it. I mean, the way her cunt worked seemed better than his cock, which even seemed to me to be a menacing kind of weapon, at least when he wanted to use it on her asshole.
I heard them arguing a little bit later that night. He wanted to fuck her asshole again, and she would not let him, for she did not like it, and had already let him do it once to her that night. A little bit later, I heard her gasping, and I could hear him moaning about how tight it felt. I knew he was in her.
And after that, their arguments started up, more and more. For the next few years, I lived in a house filled with hate and tension, until my mother turned to a woman for some kind of release.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Ann Marie came to see me, she had a picture with her. It was a picture of herself and her parents, taken a few months before her mother and father's separation, about a year ago.
She seemed so proud of both of hem, but I could tell that behind the smile, there was a great deal of hurt. She seems to love them both equally, and although they had explained a great deal about sex to her, they never really talked with her about love, and she seems confused as to how the love they seemed to have had for each other could have died down the way it did.
Ann Marie was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a T-shirt, and without any make-up on, she was still quite a striking young girl. I can see her being a ravishing mature woman when she grows up more, the kind men will turn their heads to look at. In fact, she said something like that about her mother, and from the picture, I can see the close resemblance between the two females.
I think that they were trying to hide the fact that they were unhappy with each other from me for a long time. But I would hear them talking in bed.
I thought that it had to do with money, because prices were going up all over France, but my father's salary had basically stayed the same. That was just part of it. I think that financial difficulties just tend to bring out other things.
But at night, many times after their demonstration, I could hear him asking her to let him fuck her asshole, and when she would refuse, he would grow angry.
"I take care of you and little Ann Marie, going out and working a long day. I have provided you with a lovely home, and almost all you can ask for, and yet, you refuse me one simple thing that brings me pleasure."
"Can you not understand that the thing that brings you pleasure brings me pain? I do not have to be put through pain just because you provide for us."
Then, when I was thirteen, I heard them having a huge argument one night.
"What do you mean, you slept with another woman?" my mother was screaming.
"I did, only because I work with her and we talked. She was telling me about how her boyfriend loves to make it with her anally, and when she saw how aroused I was getting, she started to massage me."
"You bastard. I hate you. How could you do this to me?"
"I thought you would not mind. I thought you would be happy to have another woman whose ass I can fuck around, just so I will not have to fuck yours. Let me tell you something, else, too, darling. She loved it. I was more turned on fucking the asshole of a woman who enjoys it, then fucking yours."
I heard the sound of a slap, and then she groaned. She said something about him twisting her arm, and I realized that she had hit him, and he had grabbed her arm before she had a chance to do it again.
"If you would enjoy it the way a normal woman would, then I would not have to look elsewhere. She makes me feel so good when I fuck her, moaning and playing with herself. You always make me feel like I'm killing you. You always make it seem like you are doing me a great favor by letting me fuck you."
"I am. You have my cunt and my mouth, and do not need my ass."
"You are right, because I have Fifi now and I can fuck her ass."
My mother was in tears, and I could hear, from his tone of voice, that he was trying to comfort her. I did not know what he said to her to calm her down, until the next night, when she came into my bedroom.
It was nine, the usual time when I was to go to bed. She sat down beside me and stroked my hair, then kissed me.
"You sleep soundly tonight, my little love," she said.
"I hope I can. Are you and Father going to argue again?"
"No. Tonight we are having company over. We might get a little noisy, perhaps. They are friends of your father, and we will all have late dinner. Just try to sleep and stay in your room, all right?"
"Oui," I said, though I had no intentions of doing so.
I kept thinking that if she wanted me to stay in my room, then something was going to be happening, and though I had no idea of what, it was something that I did not want to miss. I pretended to close my eyes and sleep.
She left the room. About a half an hour later, the doorbell rang.
I could hear them talking downstairs. There was a girl and a man there. The girl was Fifi, the one my father had fucked that time in the asshole, the one they had been talking about last night in bed.
The man's name was Paul, and he was Fifi's boyfriend.
I could hear them eating and talking, although I did not hear all that they said. At one point, I heard Fifi talking to my mother about how easy it was, and it was easier when you really wanted it in you.
I was so sure that she was talking about a cock in her asshole.
After dinner, they walked up the stairs to my parents' bedroom, and I could soon smell the fragrant scent of marijuana coming into my room.
Now I had had no idea that my parents smoked it, but I had, because many of my friends did. I loved to get high and feel so good, and I was kind of happy that my parents were getting high, too, and thinking nothing of it.
I could hear Paul telling them how they had to toke and hold the grass smoke in their lungs for a while. Then, I could hear a rustling sound, and that was when I knew it was time to sneak out of bed.
I walked down the hall quietly, and I could see that Paul and Fifi were starting to get undressed. As they did, I noticed hat he had a hairless body, except for the blond hair around his crotch. His cock, I noticed, was not as thick as my father's, though it was longer.
My parents sat on the bed as Fifi got on her hands and knees, and Paul moved his mouth down behind her. He started to eat her asshole, and I could even hear Fifi telling my mother how that relaxed her a hell of a lot, and it made it so much easier for her to take the cock in that way. Paul's tongue made her want his cock.
Of course, my mother, who still seemed to be trying to fight having to take it in, was saying many things. One thing that she mentioned was that Paul's cock, though longer, was nowhere near as thick as my father's, and that thickness was what hurt.
Fifi, who was a lovely young thing with long red hair, laughed it off, and still insisted that if you wanted it enough, you would stretch to take it in.
After Paul had eaten her for a while, he got up behind her.
He started to rub his cock against her asshole from behind, and then he slid it right into her, and she moaned like crazy. I also noticed that she was not even playing with her cunt, the way my mother would, to keep herself turned on.
But, after a time, she started to beg my father for his cock.
He stood up and undressed, then moved his hard cock right to her mouth. She sucked him all the way down his long shaft, and held her head there for a while.
I could tell that my mother was a little bit jealous of it all, and she stood up and stripped herself, then straddled her over Fifi's body so that she could move her cunt right to Paul's mouth.
She spread herself wide apart, so that he could suck on her clit, and he started to do just that, so that she was coming.
Fifi must have been a good cocksucker, because within a few more seconds, my father was moaning, and I knew that they were his orgasmic moans, and that he had to be coming in her mouth that very second.
Then, something happened. As he pulled back, Fifi started to beg my mother to move her pussy right there. I could see Paul pulling his head back, and he was telling my mother that she should do that.
"Fifi is really good when it comes to licking a pussy," he said to her. "I am sure that she can turn you on like no one else ever has."
I saw my mother looking at my father, almost hesitatingly. It was as if she wanted to see if he would approve of it or not, and he started to shake his head. I think that he must have regretted ever letting her move her cunt the moment when she seemed to learn how good a woman could do her.
She lay down on the bed in front of the redhead, and Fifi just bent down and started to lick my mother's thighs, oh so slowly. I noticed the way she would lick her way up and then, when it seemed like she was going to move her mouth to my mother's cunt, she would move it away. That way, she was really making my mother wait for it.
By the time the redhead plunged her tongue into my mother's cunt, my mother was soaking wet, and she started to come hard.
I noticed the way she started to play with Fifi's hair, but it all seemed to be under the pretense of holding the woman's head closer to her cunt, so that the woman would not pull her mouth away.
The whole time, Paul kept sliding his cock in and out of her asshole, slowly, as if he had no intentions of coming right away.
Fifi slid her hands up to my mother's breasts and started to massage her hard brown nipples. I noticed how gently she seemed to be plucking at them, and when I heard my mother letting out a loud moan, I knew something.
Now I'm sure my father had to realize it then, too.
You see, I had seen them making it only a fraction of the amount of times that they did fuck each other, of course, and I could tell that my mother was getting more heated than she had any other time with my father.
I'm sure he had to see that, too. In fact, as soon as she let out a wailing moan and thrust herself up high, he moved closer to her head and started to dangle his slowly stiffening dick near her face, in the hopes that she would suck it.
She did not. In fact, she even turned her head away, and I think he took it very personally, but said nothing at thy time.
Luckily, Paul was alert. I think he could tell that something had started and that there would be words, so, he started to thrust his cock in and out of Fifi's cunt harder and faster, and then, he was moaning loud.
He pulled back just he was coming, and I loved the look of his golden cock shooting the white sticky cream all over her back.
He rubbed her buttocks around his shaft, but he seemed content to be coming on her back rather than inside of her asshole. He moved out of (he way fast, too, not even pausing to catch his breath, just so he could offer her asshole to my father.
By doing that, too, I think he was showing my father how people had to share in a foursome, and how you shouldn't start to get jealous about one person getting into something heavily with another person.
I doubt that my father even heard all of that, because he moved right to Fifi's asshole and thrust himself in. I could hear him moaning, and knew that he was lost in the pleasures of his own cock, just as my mother was lost in the pleasures of her own cunt, which Fifi never pulled her mouth away from.
I could see that Fifi seemed to love cocks more than cunts, or maybe it was because a cunt could keep coming, and a cock stops after the first time for a rest. That was what had happened with my father, at least.
She had pulled her mouth away from his cock after he had come, and had wanted to suck on my mother, who could keep coming over and over, and was.
I saw the way my mother soon slid her hands down to Fifi's hanging tits and started to massage the woman's throbbing nipples. Fifi wiggled her ass around a little bit, out of excitement, and almost caused my father to fall out of her asshole.
He did not, although he looked at my mother with hostility, almost as if he thought that it was her fault that Fifi was wiggling her ass around, and it was, but there was no reason to get upset about it.
Fifi was soon licking her way up my mother's body, and my father had to lean forward so that he could keep moving with her, and keep himself inside of her. I knew that he didn't like the idea of having to do it.
Then, Fifi moved her lips to my mother's, and kissed her hard. I saw the way my mother opened her mouth to suck the woman's tongue in, meaning that she was quite receptive to the idea of kissing a woman.
A little while later, while Fifi was eating my mother's pussy again, I could hear my father moaning, and soon, he was coming in the redhead's asshole. Then, they all sat around smoking more, and resting.
Paul was trying to tell my father not to be upset, and as they smoked more grass, he seemed to calm down.
A little later, hey started to all get it on again, but by that time, I was so sure that I had seen all the positions, and anyway, I was tired, so I snuck back into my room. Also, I knew that they would have been mad if they had seen me, especially after my mother had taken the trouble to come into my room and tell me to go to sleep.
It was not until around midnight that I heard the two of them arguing, and since there were no other voices trying to calm them down, I could only assume that Paul and Fifi had left a while ago. I had fallen asleep, until I heard the fight.
"You loved it when she was eating you. I could see how much you were getting into it, and that's disgusting, you pig," he screamed.
"You were the one who suggested it, you bastard, so if you can't take it, you should have kept your mouth shut. I didn't want to let her eat me, until Paul said it was all right, and even until you said so, too."
"I did not know she would turn you on so much," my father screamed.
"Well, she did, and I realized that all those times when you ate me, you were just fumbling around like some asshole. She knew just what she was doing, and for the first time in my life, I felt complete pleasure."
I heard the sound of a slap, and then she was crying and he was trying to apologize to her for having hit her, but she wouldn't listen.
The next afternoon, when I came home from school, I was in for a shock. I could hear some moaning coming from her room, and when I started to walk up the stairs and I looked in, I saw her and Fifi in bed.
But that time, my mother had her mouth down between the redhead's legs, while Fifi was eating my mother. They were sixty-nining each other, a term I had picked up from my parents, and I could see that the same kind of thing could happen between two women.
My mother was eagerly lapping up Fifi's juices, and Fifi was moaning loud. I don't think I ever saw my mother's body so flushed with red color, and so aroused as far as her passion sweat went. She was really into what Fifi was doing.
I loved the way the two of them looked, and could not take my eyes off of them.
They seemed to dig their tongues into each other's cunt over and over again, licking out all the cream that they would cause to flow in he other one. Then, there was a rest period, during which time, they talked.
My mother told the woman that she had never felt so good in her life.
"Oui. I have always felt better when I am with women than with men," Fifi agreed. "I sometimes think that a cock can be a menacing weapon."
"I can relate to that," my mother laughed. "Whenever my husband thinks about trying to fuck me in the ass, I would rather die."
"Is that not odd? I, on the other hand, do not mind the idea of being fucked in my asshole. However, I do not really like the idea of having a cock in my cunt. It always feels like it should not be there."
"With a woman, though, there is never that threat."
Oui, Fifi said. "And do not tell your husband, or do not tell Paul, but I feel that I have never been with a man who can eat me out as well as a woman. You have just started to learn today, and already you do it much better than any man I have ever been with. Men just fumble around, knowing nothing."
The two of them were getting so turned on talking to each other, that they started to make love to each other again, and I could see the way they were soon into a steady kind of thrusting pace, thrusting their cunts against each other's mouths, until they were both sweaty heaps of flesh.
Then, at one point, my mother looked at the clock, and told Fifi that they would have to stop because I would be home from school soon.
I ran downstairs, then walked back in, acting like I had just come in from school, and that had given them enough time to dress.
That night, my mother and father had another huge fight. She had told him all about her afternoon with Fifi, and he was calling her a dyke, and telling her how he couldn't stand the thought of going to bed with her again.
"That is good, because I have been thinking that it is time that our marriage ended. You see, for the last few years we have been arguing all the time, and maybe it would be better for Arm Marie if we separated."
He packed his things that night and left, and I was in tears. I remember my mother coming into my room and trying to calm me down, and that was when I started to call her the same names that he had called her.
She slapped me, then started to cry herself, being sorry hat she had hit me.
"I don't even know how to explain it to you," she said to me. "But I have found another kind of love, my little darling."
"I know all about it," I said to her. "I saw the two of you in bed this afternoon, but I snuck out before you knew it. Father says that there is something unnatural about it, Mother. That's what scares me."
"There is nothing unnatural about two women making each other feel good. There is and cannot be anything unnatural about two people doing things to each other that bring them pleasure. Don't you agree with that? Don't you think that if both parties feel pleasure from it, it has to be all right?"
"Don't ask me now, Mother. I'm too confused to think."
The next day, Fifi moved in, and moved her stuff into my mother's bedroom. For the next few nights after that, I would hear moaning coming from the room, and I could picture the two of them in bed.
Then, about two weeks after they had been living together, Fifi walked into my room one night, completely naked. She sat down on my bed near me, and tried to hold my hand, but I pulled it away from her.
"Ann Marie, you and I are going to have to try and become friends," she said to me. "I know that you are not happy with me and your mother, but your mother is happy, and do you not think that's important?"
"I do. But what about my father? He is not happy?"
"You do not know that for sure. Ann Marie, until I was with your father a few months back, he had mistresses all the time. Now, your mother told me about the time your father brought you into their bedroom and showed you things. He showed you how a man can make love to a woman. I would like to do the same kind of thing to you. I would like to show you how a woman makes love to a woman."
"I do not know if I want to see it," I said to her.
"Ann Marie, for years your mother thought she was happy with your father, and then she learned that she is not. Do you not want to see what makes her happy?"
When she said it to me like that, I knew that I was going to have to go with her into the bedroom and watch, though I still was not sure if I wanted to do it.
Still, I followed her, and watched the soft and tender way in which she began to kiss my mother all over the face and neck. She slid her tongue down over my mother's breasts and sucked on the nipples.
I must admit that she seemed to be putting more loving care into what she was doing than my father had put into it. When I thought about it, my father had seemed to be doing all those things just to get his cock hard, and then get it into her so he would get his rocks off. Fifi, on the other hand, did it out of a love.
She licked her way down to my mother's cunt, and I could see the teasing way in which she attacked my mother's love button.
I could see the way my mother was getting off on it, and I started to think that there has to be something good about what Fifi does to her. Fifi could make her come over and over again, and as I said, when I described watching them before, Fifi really makes my mother come harder than my father ever did.
That is why I'm terribly confused, Doctor. As I told you, I am a virgin, but I'm only fifteen years old.
Most of my friends have lost their virginity, but then again, most of them have not had the chance to have the lessons that I had.
Years back, my father performed in front of me to teach me about heterosexual sex, and then, a few months back, Fifi did the same thing to me to teach me all about lesbian sex, and both demonstrations proved to me that both ways worked.
So, all I do is wonder which way I'm going to end up going? I have no idea what it will take to turn me on, and don't want my first sexual experience to be with the wrong person, be it male or female.
CONCLUSION
Little Ann Marie seems to think that she has some kind of a problem, but I told her that she is more fortunate than most girls her age.
She has had people demonstrate the sexual act for her, and explain just what they are doing and why they are doing it.
She has found herself attracted to both ways.
I have a feeling that Ann Marie, in the end, will be bisexual, which I happen to think takes in the best of both worlds. She is worried about whether or not her first sexual experience should be with a man or a woman, but she need not worry.
I told her that she should just let it happen with whoever turns her on he most, whenever that person should come along. After all, even if it is a man, she still has a great deal of knowledge about lesbian love, and I'm sure she will think about that as it's happening to her. The same thing goes if her first experience is a gay one.
All in all, I think she will grow up very well adjusted, and will, within a year or two, have experienced both kinds of love. She might even learn that there's no reason to feel the need to choose between one and the other, when she can just as easily have both.
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Jenny M. AGE: Eighteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Jenny is an attractive Puerto Rican girl with long black hair and large eyes. Her skin is naturally dark, and she looks like she has a fabulous tan.
When she came to see me, she was wearing a pair of jeans and an expensive T-shirt with no bra. Her breasts are small and firm, but overall, she has an incredibly attractive figure. I could also see that she had a very free-thinking attitude about life and love and even more, sex.
I must come out and say that in bed, I love to play the passive role, which I guess is why I end up in bed with men more than with women. I know that I happen to love both men and women, because I've made it with both.
The first person that I ever made it with was my sister Lucy, because she is strictly gay, and we both knew that a long time ago.
When I was about thirteen, she had me in her bed. We used to sleep together. She was fifteen at the time, and feeling rather horny. I knew it, because we were both pretty sexually open and free and talked about the way we felt when it came to certain kinds of things, namely sexual things.
Lucy started to kiss me on the neck, and that was making me feel like I was on fire. I had my back to her, and she started to slide her hands around to my breasts so that she could play with them.
She slid her fingers into my pajama tops and then started to pluck on my already stiff brown nipples, until she knew how hard they were. By that time, I was already coming mildly, and she rolled me onto my back.
Lucy opened my pajama top slowly and started to move her lips to my nipples. I felt how warm her mouth was, and her tongue felt so soft and plush as she pressed it down onto my throbbing nipple.
I moaned softly as I felt her hands moving down between my legs then, and soon, she was massaging my cunt lips gently. It did not take her long to spread my cunt lips with her fingers and start to massage my love button.
Then, she licked her way down my belly and started to pull my pajama bottoms down.
I closed my eyes, and just got off on the sexual feelings that were running through me, Doctor. I think that I've always done that. It's not like I think there's anything wrong with any kind of sex, between a man and a woman and two women, as long as the pleasure is flowing and I'm feeling hot.
That was just how Lucy would make me feel. Her soft fingers would pluck at my nipples while her mouth was down there, her tongue pressed into my cunt. I'd feel the way she would start to wiggle my love button back and forth, and then, when she would suck the juices out of my cunt, I'd love it, because the suction was always so fierce, that my clit would get caught in the breeze.
.Usually, by the time she had finished sucking, I was coming again.
It was like a never-ending pattern, you see, and she seemed to love the idea of turning me on over and over again.
In fact, she once said that one of the reasons why she likes women more than men is because a woman can come over and over again without having to take a rest, and a man comes and then has to relax.
She's as highly sexed a person as I am, and she hated those times she was with men and they would come and leave her hanging, and just lie back until they had time to rest so that they could fuck her again.
Lucy told me that by the time the man would get aroused, she was already out of her sexual feelings, and getting ready to dress herself and leave.
Of course, she told me that years later, when she was trying to explain to me why it turned out that she just loved women and not men.
-Because, she would always make love to me when we would sleep in the same bed, and we would always both get so turned on. I never really even had to lick her because she just liked to lick me and come.
And, as I said, I'm a rather passive girl who just enjoys laying back and having a man or a woman service me.
Of course, if someone is going to move his cock to my mouth, I'll be more than willing to suck it, and that was the way it happened with Juan the first time I was ever with a boy. We were in his car, and he had me laid back on the seat. He had stripped me and was eating my pussy very well, for a man.
Then, he was getting horny, and he started to beg me to suck his cock. I didn't make a move, because I was really so comfortable laying back there.
So, Juan just started to slide his way up my body, and soon, I could feel his warm ass on my buttocks, and he lifted my head up and I moved my lips around his cock.
I knew that I would love the way his cock tasted, but thought that even if I didn't, I would make myself love it, because Juan was a hot boy, and I loved he way he looked with his jet black hair and dark skin.
His cock was about nine inches long, and when he started to thrust the thing deep into my throat, I loved it. I learned then that if I breathed in deep, I could feel my throat open, and it would be easier to hold his cock there.
He knew that I loved it when he deep throated me, and soon, he was thrusting in and out of my mouth at a nice, steady rate.
Now, when I say that I'm passive, it doesn't mean that I would just lay back there and keep my mouth open and do nothing to turn him on. It means that I was comfortable laying back and letting him thrust, but I was certainly working my tongue along the underside of his dick, because I knew how much he loved it.
At one point, I even had his balls in my mouth, along with his nine inches of cock shaft, and that felt great.
Luckily for me, he had enough sense to pull back when he felt like he was going to come, so that his cream was shooting onto my tongue. I started to lick the head of his cock, and sensed how vulnerable he seemed when I did that. He was moaning so loud and his body was spasming uncontrollably.
After he had come, he was still nice and hard, and he slid his cock down and moved it right between my legs, ramming it into my hot cunt. I loved the way it felt that very second, and he started to thrust steadily.
There were many times when I would feel his cock starting to throb in my pussy, and the contact that it made with my clit was out of sight. I started to come so hard around him that first time he fucked me, that I had to wrap my legs around his ass, for fear that he would start to come.
I didn't want the fucking to end too soon. It was too nice.
I loved the feeling of his strong male body on top of mine, too, because, as I said, I do. prefer to be on the bottom most of the time.
That's part of my problem, which I'll get to.
Right now, I just want to tell you about how fantastic it was when his balls slapped against my ass. There was the sex smell in the car, too.
Both sex smells turn me on, I should let you know. When I had made it with Lucy, who, up until the time I was with Juan was the only girl I'd been with, there was a different kind of purely feminine sex smell, and with Juan it was different. But both of them turned me on, letting me know I was bi.
I could feel the way that Juan's chest was getting sweaty, and he's a pretty hairy fellow, so his matted chest hairs were pressed down against my tits, and it was causing my hard nipples to throb even more than ever.
When he started to come inside of me, it was so fucking great. I could feel the way my cunt was spasming even harder, and he told me that he felt like my cunt was just sucking the juices right out of him.
I wrapped my legs around his buttocks, and I could feel how taut they were getting. I could also feel how much sweat was pouring off of his ass cheeks, and he knew that I had to love it, because I kept rubbing my legs there.
Well, now I've told you about my first two sexual experiences with both a man and a woman, and both of them happened before I was fifteen. Of course, as I said, the one with Lucy happened first, but even as it was happening, I knew that I would be into men, too, because I always liked men.
Now, after Juan moved away, and my sister and I started to go out to bars together so she could look for lesbians, I decided that I would explore that scene a little bit more, being a lover of women as well.
And basically, doctor, I think that has a lot to do with my problems.
You see, when I'm with a man, it's so easy to just lay back and be passive, because most of the men love to be the aggressor. When I meet a man who I can see is not going to be the aggressor, I lose interest, because I believe that's the way it should be between a man and a woman.
Of course, women's lib groups would want to kill me for saying something like that, but fuck those bull dykes anyway.
The thing that troubles me is the way that women who love women are.
I think that even more than men and women, lesbians fall into sex roles, and that's always my downfall, because, as I said many times, because it's so true, I like to be very passive in bed. The first time and all the other times with Lucy, I just lay on my back and let her eat me out.
And I don't understand why most women think that I look butch, but that's the role that I always end up having to play when I go home with a woman. I know that I'm a tough little number when I want to be, and sometimes, in bed, I have to be tougher than ever with a woman, just to get her on top of me.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time, when Jenny came to see me, she was wearing jeans again, and I was thinking about what she had said, about most lesbians thinking that she likes to play the butch, rather than the femme role.
Because the style of jeans is really in now, and most women wear them, I didn't think it made Jenny look any more butch than most of the women on the streets. She also has long black hair, making her look feminine, and sometimes wears make-up, for she had some on the second time she was in my office.
Overall, I find a completely hypnotic feminine quality about her, but, as you will hear, many off the women she goes home with do not.
It even started to happen to me the very first time I went home with a woman, and believe me, I was even playing the passive role in the bar. Lucy saw this blond lady named Midge putting the eye on me, and I smiled at her.
I did not go over to her, thinking that if I could establish a pattern and let her come to me, she would automatically be the more dominant of the two of us, which was what I wanted if we ended up in bed.
Well, Midge came over to me and started to talk, and she seemed sweet enough. She also looked much more masculine than I have ever made myself look, with cropped blonde hair and a man's shirt and pants.
She thought that Lucy and I were together, but when I told her that we were sisters, she loved it, and immediately invited me over.
She didn't live too far from the bar, so I said goodbye to my sister and then walked home with Midge, who happened to live in a fabulous looking place.
She made me a drink, and we talked. I could tell that she was so hot for me, and when we went into the bedroom and lay down, she started to kiss me, climbing right on top of me, which was turning me on.
Soon, she started to open my blouse, and then she was licking my tits. I thought that she had a really super long tongue, longer than any tongue I had ever seen or felt in my life, and when she finally moved it down to my cunt, I loved it.
She spread my cunt lips wide and dug her way in, licking my clit and inner cunt walls at the same time, moaning loud, too.
Midge then sat up, after making me come once. She started to strip off her own clothing, and even her body was more masculine than mine. She had a rather flat chest, but her nipples were lovely.
She had a shaved pussy patch, too, and as soon as she was naked, she lay down on top of me and started to kiss me again.
Then, I felt her wrapped her arms around me, and within seconds, I could feel the way she was rolling over, so that she was pulling me top of her. I didn't really like that so much.
As I said, over and over, I'm passive. I like to be on the bottom. Even with men, whose cocks I love to suck, I'll prefer it if the man hovers his dick over my face and starts to thrust it in and out of my mouth. It's very rare that I'll sit on a man's face and bend over his body so that I can suck his cock.
Sometimes I just think that there's security in having the mattress against my back.
It may sound stupid to you, but that's the way I feel, and also, there is a huge difference in the sexual waves that run through me. When I'm forced to be on top, I usually feel like I'd just rather get dressed and leave.
That was exactly how I felt with Midge, and I started to hug her so that we might be able to roll back over.
But she was stronger than me, and she moved her hands to my shoulders and pushed me down, so that I would start to lick her.
I looked at her, and kept thinking that she was one of the most butch people I had ever met in my life, and there she was, playing the femme role. I started to kind of wish that I would have gone home with a man that night, because with a man, there was almost always a guarantee that he would be on top.
Anyway, I did slide my mouth down to her breasts, and I sucked on her hard nipples, which were bigger than any nipples I had ever seen.
I knew that she wanted my mouth between her legs. It was obvious by the way she kept thrusting herself up and down, and I thought about telling her that I wanted to be on my back, and that I would prefer her shaved pussy to dangle over my face.
I couldn't, though. She was holding the back of my head with one hand, and she started to push me down even more, so that soon, I had my mouth against her hairless mound. I pressed my tongue into her cunt, and felt her juices flowing. I sucked some of them into my mouth, and then, believe it or not, I started to gag.
Now, I had tasted cunts before, but usually when they were hanging over me. Her cunt tasted no different from any of the others, but the fact that I was being forced into a role I didn't want to play made all the difference in the world.
No matter how some people try to think that sex is purely a physical thing, I know that it is a mental and emotional thing as well.
I knew what turned me on, and I couldn't get into it with her, so when she started to come, all I could do was gag. I tried not to, but she sensed it. She pulled my head up and asked me what was wrong.
"I hate leading things. I don't like to be on top. I was so sure when you picked me up that you were going to take control."
"You're kidding," she said. "You looked so tough in the bar. I was positive that you were going to take control."
We both started to laugh about it, a little. It was obvious that both of us were in the same kind of bind, and neither one really wanted to be on top.
So, in the end, we compromised, and both lay on our sides, mouths to cunts, so that we could eat each other at the same time. Even though I could feel my juices flowing at a pretty steady rate, I did not get off on what was happening as much as I knew I could get off with other people.
She started to suck my cunt harder, and I knew that had I been on my back, I would have been flooding her face with cream. Instead, I came rather mildly, and she was coming just as mildly in the end.
It was the kind of trick that you knew you would never see again, and my sister was still at the bar later that night, because the whole encounter lasted about two hours or so. I went back, and Lucy was so shocked to see me.
That was when we started to have a talk about sexual roles between women and she couldn't believe this woman had mistaken me for a butch.
Now Lucy, with her short black hair and her broad football player-like shoulders was the kind of girl who was definitely butch.
"Don't you get into it at all the other way?" she asked me. "I love to take command. Well, I don't have to tell you that, since you were the first person that I ever happened to take command of."
"I can't help it," I said. "Maybe it's because of the way you first took me, and also because of the way that Juan first took me."
"I think it has to be. Sexual patterns are established early in life."
Now, I wouldn't be complaining about this mistake if it happened only once, but it seems to happen whenever I go out to a lesbian bar. Once, I even went dressed like a real woman, in a dress, with make up, and earrings.
You don't see many women dressed like that in lesbian bars, and I was positive that whoever would try to pick me up would be some woman who wanted to take control.
I was picked up by a bull dyke looking woman, who I thought was attractive, too. If she hadn't been, I know that I wouldn't have gone home with her, because I just will not go home with anyone.
As soon as we were in bed, though, she tried to get me on top. Once we were naked, our looks were different, I guess. I was no longer that feminine looking girl in the dress, though I remember I still had my make-up on.
That affair didn't last more than an hour either.
Now I'd say that if I just loved men making it with me, I wouldn't have any kind of a problem, because I seem to always attract the dominant kind of men who will go down on me, force me to suck them, and then fuck me nice and hard. But, overall, I must admit that I like oral sex a lot more than being fucked, and I've yet to meet any man who can eat me as well as Juan, or most of. the women. Most women really know how to eat another woman and make her come hard.
Perhaps if I did not have that desire for good oral sex, I might just give up women completely, but I doubt that I could, because once in a while, I get the craving for a taste of some hot pussy cream.
But how do I go about letting a woman know just what I want before I end up in bed with her and find out that she wants to be on the bottom too.
Most of the times when I end up with women, I will end up being on top, and all I can think about as it happens, is how much I would love to be he one lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, and getting my pussy eaten.
Lucy, so far, has been the only one who'll do it like that to me, right off the bat, because she loves it that way, too. But I don't know if it's healthy to keep making it with my sister or not, and the more I think about it, the less turned on I get with her in bed, even though she still provides me with hot fun.
CONCLUSION
When I suggested to Jenny that she let a woman know what turns her on before even going home with her, she seemed upset, and said that most women would get turned off if she did something like that.
I've met many lesbians with Jenny's problem, and feel that it's even worse for them, since they are avowed lesbians and don't make it with men at all. At least Jenny seems assured that if she goes home with a man, she'll end up on the bottom.
But deep down, she wishes for that assurance when she ends up going home with a woman, and I honestly did not know what to tell her. I feel that by dressing herself in a feminine manner, she is letting women know that she plays the femme role, but that does not seem to be working.
All I could tell her was to continue the way she's doing it, and perhaps it will work better in the future.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
SUBJECT: Jackie N. AGE: Twenty
INTERVIEW ONE
Jackie is a lovely, fiery redhead, with shoulder length hair and freckles. She has a beautiful smile, with straight white teeth, and seems to dress somewhat modestly.
When she came to see me, she was wearing a pair of overalls, and a T-shirt, so it was hard to get an overall idea of her figure. However, she seems to have an incredibly good attitude toward life, and there was a great deal of positive energy flowing from her.
I didn't lose my virginity until about a year ago, but that's a long story. You see, my brother used to be the one to set up dates with me, with his college buddies, but he told them that if they laid a hand on me, he's break both of their arms.
Jack is a strong motherfucker, and they were all scared of him. I was really pissed when he told me that, because I had been feeling these horny urges since I was about fourteen, but just couldn't get into masturbating.
I would think about men, and how much I wanted them. After all, I have four older brothers, and a father, and I've seen naked men all my life, in all stages of arousal, so at least I had cocks that I'd seen in the flesh and could think about.
But somehow, thinking about them never turned me on.
I mean, it just seemed like such a waste of energy. I kept thinking why should I strain my mind when I can just wait for someone to actually use it on me?
The boy who did was someone that I met, and his name was Norm.
He was kind of cute looking, although not anything that I would have considered having a steady relationship. But I was eighteen, and when I thought about all those times that I was dating my brother's friends, and the way we would start to hug and kiss so I'd feel hot, and then nothing else would happen, I thought that I would take it while I could get it.
Norm seemed like he'd be good, mainly because I saw this huge bulge in his crotch, and thought that it all had to be him.
We lived a few miles away from this lovely woodsy area, and I had always dreamed of having it done to me outdoors.
Therefore, I had him drive there, and I was playing with his cock bulge the whole time, feeling the way it was stiffening and thickening down his leg. It turned out to be about nine inches long.
When he pulled the car over, he was ready to attack me right then and there, but I insisted that we get out of the car and go into the woods. He had brought along a blanket that we laid out.
Then, I started to undress. I could tell that he was a little bit put off by my incredibly free attitude, but I had never really liked he thought of kissing someone as you struggle to take off each other's clothing. I had always thought that naked flesh against naked flesh would be so much hotter, so I wanted to get right down to things.
When he saw my large tits, and my red bush, he started to strip.
He had a nice, hairy chest, and a big cock, as I said before. I had dreamed about what it would be like to suck a man, and I told him to lay on his back. As he did, his cock seemed even larger, and more magnificent.
I moved my mouth all the way down the shaft, and felt the heat of his groin pressing against my face. Then, I started to play with his balls.
When I looked up at him, he seemed so hot. He had his hands behind his head, and was looking down at me with the largest smile I had ever seen on a person. Of course, he was moaning at the same time, and even licking his lips.
"Oh Jackie, that's fucking great," he said.
Now as I said, I knew he would be the kind of person who would be fun to fuck, but not have too long a relationship with. One of the things that I didn't like was the sound of his voice. True, I loved what he was saying, but his squeaky kind of voice was just not my thing.
I thought that I might as well have him doing me some services while I was eating his dick, so I started to turn my body around.
Slowly, I lowered my cunt over his face, and I could feel his hands cupping my two buttocks as he moved his mouth right to my cunt. He started to lick my cunt lips gently and I felt them spread wide apart for him.
Then, he licked my clit. By that time, I was so hot that I was coming.
It had been so long, Doctor, and I was just ready to release all the sexual energy that had been building up inside of me for the last four years. As I came on his face, he was sucking all of the cream right out of my cunt.
I couldn't believe how nice it felt, and then, I felt his cock pulsing.
It was nice to know that he was the kind of man who could get turned on when a woman would start to come on his face.
I moved my mouth faster, up and down his shaft, and even wrapped my hand around the base so that I could jerk him a bit, because I wanted to taste his come and not have him shooting it all in the back of my throat.
After all, I did not suck a cock to have the come shoot in my throat. It was my first, and I wanted to see what this come flavor was all about.
When his cock pulsated in my hand, I was happy not to have it in my throat, because it seemed even thicker, and within a few more seconds, he started to come on my tongue, and I loved the way it tasted. It was so hot and creamy.
It coated my tongue, making it all slimy and hot, and I loved it.
Soon, I was sucking his whole cock back into my mouth, to try and keep him hard so that he could fill my pussy.
You see, as much as he was making me come while eating me, I loved the idea of having my cunt stuffed with a cock. I liked the way his tongue fit into me, but shit, that hardly even stretched me at all.
So, as soon as I was sure that he would stay hard, I started to turn myself around.
I thought of possibly sitting on his cock so that I would take it in at whatever rate my body was capable. You know, I'd heard that it could hurt the first time, and didn't really want to feel pain. I thought if I sat on it, and I started to hurt, I could always pull myself back up.
But then, I remembered that I had always dreamed of lying on my back and feeling a man ramming himself in and out of me, so hat was the way I wanted it.
I lay back, and he knew what he had to do to me.
He rubbed his cock against my cunt lips for only a few seconds, and hen he slammed it right into me. I felt so sensational. I could feel the entire length of his cock bone rubbing over my clit, and the heat from his dick seemed to be burning a hole inside of me, and making me feel fantastic.
I started to massage his back and chest, and he was fucking crazy.
I loved every second of it, too, I might add. I looked at his face, then down his body. His chest hairs were soaked, because of his passion sweat, and when I looked down and saw his thick pubic patch, then the cock shaft, but only from the base until whatever part of it was in me, I started to come.
The look of it was as good as the feeling, which was something that I had dreamed about for so long.
Norm knew enough to stop thrusting when he felt like he was going to come, even though I had come a few times. He knew how hot I was, and wanted to make me feel even hotter, and there was no doubt in my mind that he could do it.
He slowed down, and when his cock pulsations subsided completely, he started to thrust in and out of me again.
I don't even know how long we were at it, but I started to think that as long as Norm could keep me sexually satisfied the way he was doing it, I was not even going to look for another lover. I thought about his shortcomings, and decided that the length of his cock was much more important.
When I felt him exploding inside of me, there was no doubt in my mind.
And you know something? I'm glad that I dated him, because he was a hot fuck, turned out to be nice, too, and if it wasn't for him, I never would have met Kevin and Mary and had my first hot threesome.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Jackie came to see me, she was wearing a pair of shorts and a nice blouse, and it was easy to see that she was quite attractive. If I had had any doubts about what a good figure she had before, there was no doubt in my mind.
She seemed like she was in a hurry, and this interview was rather shorts. She never did tell me where she was rushing off to.
Norm and I had been going together for about three months when he asked me to go to this huge party that his boss was throwing. I thought that it would be a hoot, so I went out and bought a new dress, and really did myself up.
I thought that I wanted them all to see Norm and be jealous of him, and I knew that was what a lot of the men were thinking. I know that I can make myself look fantastically hot, and that was one time.
I noticed his one fantastic looking man with cropped red hair and a moustache and beard. I really liked him a lot, but thought nothing about it. For one thing, I was with Norm, as I said, and for another, I saw this blonde chick hanging onto him, and figured that they were together.
Well, when Norm was away for a while, this man came up to talk to me.
He said that his name was Kevin, and that the blonde was Mary. He also said that they both thought I was one of the hottest things they had laid eyes on in months, which did wonders for my ego. Then, they asked me if I would like to come back to their place for a drink. He said that Norm couldn't come.
I didn't care. I knew what they wanted, and thought that it would be fun to finally have my chance with another man.
I left a note, while Norm was still in the bathroom, telling him that I had felt ill, and rather than making him leave the party, I took a cab home.
Then, the three of us left, and went to their apartment.
They lived in a fabulous place, and we sat around drinking champagne, and talking. He sat between us, and then, all of a sudden, he leaned over and started to kiss me hard on the lips, pressing his tongue into my mouth.
I was so hot, that I didn't mind all the fumbling that we had to go through when he was trying to get me undressed. I know that I would have preferred just undressing myself, because it would have been easier, but it was okay the other way.
Soon, the three of us were naked. His cock was not as long as Norm's, but it was really thick, and as I moved my mouth down and sucked on it, Mary moved her blonde-haired snatch right over his face.
I could tell that he was loving it, and I loved it, too.
I mean, for a second, I had wondered what might happen. With two women and one man, did that mean the women got it on, too? I didn't know if I was ready for anything like that, and didn't have to worry for a while.
Kevin started to come in my mouth, shooting load after load of hot cream, and I made sure to keep sucking him so that he wouldn't go down. I wanted that cock in my cunt as soon as I could get it.
Well, he wanted it, too, because he laid me on my back and started to move himself right into me, while Mary stood over him and he ate her.
I thought he was going to come at one point, and was really happy when he managed to keep himself from coming.
But then, he wanted to change positions, so he got me on my knees and entered me from behind, and that was when it happened.
Mary got down on her hands and knees and moved her mouth right to my clit. She started to suck on it like mad, and I got ten times hotter, that I slid my hand down to her cunt and began to finger her.
I thought that she deserved it. I mean, with the cock in me keeping me spread, and her fabulously skilled tongue work on my clit, I was coming harder than I had ever come with Norm, and believe me, I had orgasms with Norm where I thought my whole fucking head was going to blow itself right off.
I could feel Mary coming around my fingers, and then, I got so hot because of the way she started to nibble on my clit, that I spasmed.
Kevin just couldn't hold back from coming. He started to shoot these thick loads of come into my cunt, and I loved the way that it felt. He kept thrusting harder, with his hot groin slapping my buttocks as he filled me.
Mary just kept sucking, and Kevin was plucking on my nipples, so that they felt like they were exploding, too.
I could feel Mary's tongue sometimes licking her husband's shaft, and I knew that he was just loving it, too.
But then, he started to pull himself out, because he had come and needed to take? a rest. Mary kept her mouth near my cunt, and I started to lay back on the soft carpet, because she was keeping my feelings going.
I felt her moving her body around a little bit, while her fast and furious tongue kept working over my clit.
Then, as I opened my eyes, I could see her blonde cunt hovering right over my face.
For a second, I will admit, I did start to panic.
Fingering another woman's pussy and eating her pussy were two different things. One would mean something, like I was a lesbian or something, whereas the fingering was just a friendly kind of gesture.
It was thee lesbian implications that bothered me. I didn't want anyone to think that I was one, nor did I want to think of myself as one.
But then, I heard Kevin talking, and I realized something. If she was with Kevin too, which she was, she was not a lesbian, per se. She was a girl who loved men and women, and if she could do it, so could I.
I moved my hand to her buttocks and pulled her down a little more, sticking my hand deep in between her cunt lips. Well, let me tell you that she was soaked inside, and tasting fantastic. I couldn't get enough of her after the first few seconds, and I just kept licking her as fast as I could.
She kept licking me the whole time, and I realized that when she was doing something to my cunt to turn me on, she did it because she wanted me to do it back.
As we continued, I sensed something. Then, I saw the way that Kevin was moving to join us. He started to rub his hard again cock against Mary's pussy from behind, and I slid my tongue along the underside of it as he rammed it deep into her. I started to suck on his balls for a little while.
I mean, I just happened to think that her cunt tasted a little bit better than his cock, although I'll tell you that the best thing of all was when he was thrusting slower than usual, and I got to lick his cock again.
It was coated with her come cream, and that tasted so fucking good, that I couldn't stop licking it after a while.
And that was really how I learned that I could love both men and women, because I love the taste of both, and had it not been for Norm, first taking me to that party, I never would have learned it.
I think that you will be interested to know that Norm ended up sending flowers to my house that night, since he did think that I was sick.
And though I never got it on with Mary and Kevin again, it turning out to be a one night stand, I've gotten it on with other couples since, and think that's really going to end up being my thing. I mean, a dick is great, and a cunt is great, but if you can have both at the same time, it's perfection.
CONCLUSION
Jackie's attitude is terrific, and she is one of the most refreshing girls I've had in my office in the longest time.
I told her that I tended to think her love for both men and women came from all those repressed years, when she was dating men and wondering what they were going to do to her. Since her brother had warned them off, however, they ended up doing nothing.
Though she tends to disagree, I feel that helped her develop a sort of hatred for men, to the point where she is willing to get it on with both men and women. The hatred though, is so deep seated, that it shouldn't effect her at all.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
SUBJECT: Libby T. AGE: Twenty-three
INTERVIEW ONE
Libby is a lovely black girl with short kinky hair, large lips, and an incredibly large bust. When she came to see me, she was wearing a low cut blouse, and was practically hanging out of the thing.
She seems to me to be very with-it, and she didn't have any bad feelings about coming to talk. At times, though, I could not tell if she was putting me on or not, because she had a [text missing in original paperback]
CONCLUSION
Ivy's mother needs to be institutionalized. Alcoholism is a disease and it is treatable.
Meanwhile Ivy needs a home, someplace, where she can grow up without this stigma on her. Life in her hometown has become impossible for the girl and some opportunity must be found to improve her standing in a new community. If she has no relatives to take her, she would certainly be better off in a state institution for children rather than in the environment of drinking and prostitution in which she is so terrible vulnerable and has already suffered.
Her quietness and reticence are her natural defense mechanisms against the vulnerability that she feels. At her age, Ivy needs a chance now or else all her chances will be lost.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
SUBJECT: Muriel N.
AGE: Twenty-two
INTERVIEW ONE
Muriel seemed nervous in the strange situation of being in my office, but otherwise she seemed like a perfectly natural, even aggressive, young businesswoman.
She was wearing a smart suit and her hair was cropped short, which made her seem older than she really was. Her make up accented her large brown eyes and her perfect skin.
Doctor, I'll get right to the point. I'm down on his knees as I leaned back against his desk. He started to suck the hairs on my muff, because they were real thick and black, and he was getting off on that.
I could feel his chin rubbing over my cunt lips and eventually, I had to push his head down because I wanted him to lick me. His tongue was soft and lush, and when he thrust it into me, it felt fabulous.
"Yeah, baby, lick my clit," I was moaning, and it was even better when he was doing just what I was ordering him to do.
I mean, I felt something like I was his master and he was my slave, although I never would have told him anything like that, because I think it would have freaked him out and I might have lost the job.
Little did I know that he had hired me because I happened to be black, and it was not even because he liked it. I mean, there was his daughter and all, but wait, I'll get to that a little bit later.
He kept eating my pussy for the longest time, thrusting his tongue against my clit and causing it to wiggle back and forth and pulse a little. When he had my juices flowing he was sucking at them like a maniac.
I couldn't stop coming. I kept thrusting myself up against his mouth, and then I reached down and started to massage his hard dick. When he felt that, I just knew that he was going to want to fuck me, and when he started to rise up to a standing position, that was just what happened.
I took hold of his cock and guided it into me, and he thrust his way in deep. Then, he started to open my blouse.
As you might have noticed, Doctor, I have a big set of tits. I know that many men get off on big boobs, and for those men who do, I know that mine are some of the biggest boobs I've ever seen on a woman.
As he was thrusting his cock in and out of my hot spasming pussy, he moved his mouth down to my boobs and sucked on them so hard. I could feel his teeth biting into one of my nipples, while his tongue was flicking over it.
I loved every fucking second of it. When he stopped thrusting, I was gonna get him started up again, until I realized that he had stopped in order to keep himself from coming too fast, and that was all right in my book.
His cock was quite filling, too, I might add, because I had been used to an even thicker one, but his was still great. He was thrusting upwards so that his cock was making fantastic contact with my clit, and I was coming over and over again around him. It was so fucking hot, doctor.
He stayed inside of me for a long time before he started to shoot his rocks off, and I felt the cream filling me over and over.
It was the best fucking interview I had ever been on, and I was happy to get the job, but I'll never forget what he said to me then.
"You're going to have to meet my daughter, because I know that she'll love you."
Now, I didn't know why he would say that. I mean, I was just going to be working for the man, but I kept thinking that if he wanted me to meet her, I would do it. After all, we know that he's the boss.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Libby came to see me', she was wearing a simple blouse, still low cut, and a tight pair of jeans.
I hadn't noticed what a shapely behind she had before, but she could see me looking at it then, and I could tell that she liked the fact that men got off on looking at her. In many ways, she seemed to be something of a teasing exhibitionist, and her second interview was to confirm these exhibitionist qualities I saw in her.
I met his daughter the next day, which was my first day on the job. Her name was Sally and she was this petite blonde.
He had asked me out to lunch, and she happened to be there. She couldn't take her eyes off of me, and I must admit that I got strange vibes from her. At one point, I could feel someone touching my thigh under the table, and I was so sure that it was him, until I noticed that he had both of his hands above the table.
I wanted to say something to him later that day at work. You know, something about his daughter possibly being a queer or something like that, but I thought that he might not want to hear it.
Anyway, I was too new at the office to want to cause waves, and get on my boss' bad side, and I imagine that was why I even agreed to go over for dinner two nights later, because he said she wanted me to.
I went home with him, and it was only when we got there that I realized he was a widower, which I hadn't know before.
Sally made the dinner and served it, and everything was really quite good.
But then, just as we were having dessert, my boss got up to answer the phone and came back, saying that he had to go out for a few minutes. He gave no further explanation, leaving me and Sally alone.
I helped her clear the table, and then wash the dishes and dry them.
Then, she asked me if I wanted to get high in her bedroom, and I thought that I would, although I wanted to do it in the living room.
She explained that her father didn't like her to get high, and she had to do it up in her room so she could blow the smoke out the window.
Well, the shit that she had was dynamite. I never felt anything so fucking strong in my life, and this is a girl who sometimes does downers and booze together, so I have a pretty high drug resistance.
I remember laying back on her bed, just to try and catch my breath and get it together. Then, I could feel someone on top of me, and I was so sure that it had to be her father. I felt my hands being pulled apart.
Within seconds, my hands were bound to these rope-like straps at the bedposts.
I started to freak out a little bit, but then, I felt someone stripping my panties off and pushing up my skirt.
"Just relax, and let me eat you. I'll show you that I can make you feel real nice," I heard his daughter say.
And then, I felt a warm wet mouth moving to my cunt, and she started to lick my cunt lips rather gently. I could feel the passions running through me. She spread my lips and started to lick my clit.
Now I had been eaten by many men before, but I had never felt anyone eat me as well as that girl did. She started to wiggle my clit back and forth with her tongue while she was sucking my cream at the same time.
I couldn't believe it. I was getting so hot that I started to thrust my cunt up and down against her face.
She slid her hands under my buttocks and played with my ass cheeks, and I thought that I was going to just keep coming, which was what happened.
Sally was the most fantastic pussy eater I had ever felt eating me, and I have been with quite a number of men in my day.
A few minutes after she had me going, she started to move her body around. I opened my eyes when I felt the movement on the bed.
She was completely naked, and she had a nice looking set of tits, and a really nice looking cunt, but as she started to move it over my mouth, I just kept turning my head to the left and right.
"No. You can eat me, but I don't want to eat you back."
"Fair is fair," she was saying, trying to position herself. "I'm making you feel good so to fuck wildly in and out, even as his ex-wife, nay female lover, was sucking and licking at my pussy, using her teeth and lips along with her tongue to excite the flesh of my cunt lips and then pressing her tongue deep inside me so that it was pressing against the tightly clinging interior lips of my cunt.
The two of them seemed to be moving in unison and I was sliding back and forth between them. It seemed that not only did Quitt work his dick in and out of me, but I was also working my body on and off his cock. When I slid off his cock I was pushing my cunt closer to Phyllis' face.
It was the greatest orgasm of my life. I thought I was on fire and I thought my pussy juice would never stop. Phyllis told me later that she thought my cunt lips were going to rip her tongue out by the roots and Quitt thought my ass hole would rip his cock off.
Afterwards, Quitt told me that he had done that because he had felt the responsiveness of my ass. He said that he just wanted to do what he thought I would like because he wanted to keep me coming back. He figured that if I was willing to come back it would be easier for him to see Phyllis. I was really shaken up by the whole thing.
The three of us have seen each other a number of times over the weeks now. I know that Phyllis loves it between us. We don't always do the same thing, but more often than not Phyllis and I will eat each other while her ex-husband fucks my ass.
My concern is that there's something wrong with doing that.
I mean, I get a great deal of pleasure out of it, but I just feel that there might be something wrong. Hell, there are a lot of people who would start off by condemning me for what I do with Phyllis and I don't listen to them. But, for some reason, anal sex, the things I'm doing with Quitt now, has a negative connotation to me.
When Quitt first told me that he had done it because he knew that I was turned on by it, I kept on denying it very strongly. It was something I never thought about, or at least something I wasn't conscious of thinking about. Well, now I'm worried.
This threesome doesn't seem to be having a negative effect on my relationship with Phyllis. The only thing troubling me now is the sexual guilt part of it.
Does this sound crazy? I just realized that I've been saying. I've been telling you that I feel guilty sexually about the thing with Quitt and Phyllis, the thing with the three of us together, but at the same time I've been living a lesbian lifestyle and I've been very happy. turned out to be a lesbian, and he knew that she was and was ashamed of her. He didn't want her going out and picking up girls because he thought that someone he knew might see her.
She happened to love black girls, more than anything else.
Therefore, whenever he could, he tried to bring home girls for her, and he knew that she had her ways of getting us girls into bed, even if it meant tying us up.
He was fucking me as he was telling me this, and for a few seconds, I was really a little bit pissed at him, not for setting me up or anything like that, but because of the way he had treated her, and the things he had said.
He had said that I was normal, unlike Sally.
I was pissed about that, because I happen to have a few lesbian friends, and I don't think that it's not normal. I just never really thought that it was my thing, and when I tried to explain it to him, he wouldn't listen.
I've been working with him now for a while, and we fuck each other quite often. I must admit that I do talk to Sally a lot, because I understand that the girl needs friends. She really needs a good lover, but her father is too protective of her, and so, I've been doing a lot of thinking.
Since he refuses to accept the fact that lesbianism is a normal way of life for some people, I'm going to get it on with Sally again.
I'm going to see to it that she doesn't tie me up, because that's a load of bullshit as, far as I'm concerned, and I don't like that one fucking bit.
But the thing is, her father thinks it's not normal, but he thinks that I happen to be one of the most normal hetero girls he's ever met. Therefore, I think that if he sees that I'm willing to go down on his daughter, and that I even start to get off on the taste of her pussy, he'll change his mind.
I think that it will work, but there's only one thing. I don't really know if I'll be able to get turned on to the taste of a cunt.
I only tasted one before, and that was hers, when she had lowered herself down onto my face, and I didn't like it. But I'm going to have to like it, because I do think that Sally is really sweet, and I would like her to start leading a normal lesbian life.
She'll never be able to do that as long as her father watches over her and is as protective over her as he seems to be.
In fact, I tried to get to see her a few days afterwards, but he was so uptight about the whole things I walked right into his office and started to talk to him about his daughter, which I had done a lot since that night.
I tried, once again, to tell him that I thought she was not abnormal, the way he tends to think that she is,, but he wouldn't even listen to me.
What happened was this. As I was talking to him, he pulled his chair back and started to rub his crotch with his hand, quite seductively. I could see the way his huge cock was getting stiffer in his pants.
Now as I told you, I've always been a cock lover, and when I saw the meat thickening down the leg of his pants, I had to get on my knees. Of course, that was just what he had wanted, and within a few seconds, I had his zipper open and was moving my mouth up and down his cock shaft.
I loved the way it slid into my throat, even making me gag a bit. It did not take him too long before he was throbbing and then shooting into my mouth.
As I swallowed his come, I thought it would be a good time.
"Look," I started to say, "about your daughter...."
"I don't want to talk about it," he said, making it clear.
And so, I haven't had time to even say anything to him, but the other day, he told me that he was going on vacation. Now he also warned me not to talk to his daughter, but I just can't think of listening to him. I know that I'm going to have to talk with her and see what's happening with her. Maybe then I'll get to go over there and see if I can get anything going with her.
Remember, I'm only planning to do it because I feel sorry for her. Plus, even more recently, when I've masturbated, which is not often, I've been tasting my juices, and they're not bad, believe it or not. I kind of like the taste of them, and think that I could get into someone else's.
As I said, I'll let you know if it happens, Doctor, and I want to thank you for all the help you've been. Take care.
CONCLUSION
I must say that I admire someone like Libby for what she is trying to do, and for her overall attitude. To say that lesbianism is an abnormality is also a complete falsity, and I hope that Sally's father soon realizes it.
The only thing his protecting her is doing is making her hate him more, and I do think that since he happens to admire Libby so much, he might be able to understand a little better, if she carries out her plans.
I told Libby that if she has the chance, I would like her to come in and talk to me about it, so that I can learn about what happened. She said that she would, the day after she gets Sally, in fact.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
I feel that heterosexual men should not fear lesbian women at all, basically because only another woman who already has the tendencies toward lesbianism will be turned on by the approaches of the lesbian woman.
On the other hand, many women have hidden bisexual tendencies, which could be brought forth after she has an experience with another woman. communicated through the clitoris and organs of stimulation, is carried through the nerve endings to all parts of the body so that it is an act of great sensuality, a sex act felt in the arms and fingers as much as it is felt in the crotch simply because of the great number of nerve endings around the ass hole.
However, the fury of rape, however it is performed, is never justifiable. Now, with liberation proceeding on all fronts, men should be able to find female partners, consenting and willing, who are interested in participating in various chosen sex acts, (i.e., anal sex, rape fantasy) and forcing oneself upon anyone is an act of sickness which should be referred to a professional therapist.
