There are none among us who don't, at one time or another, have erotic fantasies.
All of us, to a certain extent, believe that our lives are mundane, and can learn to enjoy daydreaming about the deviations that life makes possible.
In this volume, I have transcribed tapes I have made of teenage girls telling about their erotic fantasies.
In most cases, these girls came to me in the first place because they felt guilt over their fantasies.
I hope that by sharing these fantasies with you the reader, I can prevent more people from feeling anxieties over such a common and harmless practice.
Among the fantasies you will read about in this file of interviews are:
A girl who fantasizes about having sex with her favorite teacher in the classroom.
A girl who dreams of her father in a way a daughter isn't supposed to.
A girl who masturbates while thinking about her favorite rock star.
A girl who loves jocks and imagines she is underneath the bleachers with three football players.
And, a girl who wants to have her pubic hair shaved so she can make a dog perform oral sex on her.
I hope you find these interviews both informative and entertaining.
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Candy C. AGE: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Candy first entered my office looking very nervous. She paused in the doorway, and then forged on with the clumsy, yet somehow graceful movements of a new born fawn.
She was wearing a frilly print dress, and she sat in the chair opposite my desk with her knees together and her hands folded in her lap.
She was a very petite young lady. She stood perhaps five feet tall, and she couldn't have weighed more than ninety-five pounds.
Her hair was blonde and rested on the top of her head in tight curls.
Her face had a fresh innocence to it that emphisized her youth.
Her eyes were large, sparkling and a baby blue color. Her lashes were long and they flap when she blinks.
She had a tiny button nose that turned up a little at the end.
Her mouth was small, with full pouting lips, which were very red without the help of lipstick.
Her skin was fair, the sort that burned easily in the sun, but was smooth and completely clear of blemishes.
When she began speaking, her voice struck me as that of a girl much younger.
Her language, however, was explicit, and her maturity was shown much better by her vocabulary, that her intonations.
Oh Doctor, I'm so upset. I don't have the slightest idea what to do.
I'm afraid that whatever I do will turn out to be very stupid, or something.
I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself so you can better understand what my story is all about.
I live "in a little town in Upstate New York called Scottsville.
It's a sleepy little town about ten miles south of Rochester.
The whole village is cradled in the valley where the Genesee River meets Oatka Creek.
All of the houses are white and all of the trimming is painted dark green.
Everybody knows everybody and there is no such thing as keeping a secret.
It is the sort of town where it is very, very easy to lose your reputation.
All one boy has to do is say you put out and the next day all of the studs in town are hanging out on your front lawn with their tongues hanging out, the neighbors are talking, and your father is asking you a lot of boring questions.
I have always been really grossed out by the way the boys in my town act.
They think us girls aren't good for anything other than spreading our legs and giving them pleasure.
Us girls are allowed to hang around with the guys only if we let them fuck us.
It can be really hard on a little girl whose body seems to be changing a whole lot quicker than her mind.
I know that sometimes I get an ache in my loins that makes me want to scream.
I look at a handsome guy and I get all wet down in my pussy.
I guess I should tell you right off the bat that I am not a virgin.
It wasn't anything spectacular, just a weak moment in the back seat of a car with an older boy who had stale beer on his breath.
It hurt a little and I didn't get any major thrills out of it.
To tell you the God's honest truth, Doctor, I get most of my sexual thrills out of masturbating.
I can get myself a lot better with my own hand than any boy can get me off with his hammering cock.
But I know that that is because they are just boys. They are immature. They do not yet know the ways of a woman's libido.
In Scottsville no one ever buys or sells a house, you see. They always get passed down from generation to generation.
I swear that all of the names on the mailboxes have stayed the same for many years.
I know a lot of girls who get talked about behind their backs because they are thought of as tramps.
I don't need that shit. I was weak once but I won't be weak again.
I am a high school junior at Emma Harcock High School in Scottsville.
I'm not the kind of girl who just goes to her classes and then goes home to do her homework, you see.
I am involved in a lot of extra-curricular activities, all of which I enjoy a great deal.
I am the news editor on the high school newspaper, I am involved in the student government and I am also on the cheerleading squad.
I am really excited because next year I am going to be captain of the cheerleaders.
That is if they don't drum me out of town first. Oh well.
I also love poetry, and I guess that's where I should start my story.
I have an English teacher named Mr. Versace, and he is teaching my poetry course this semester.
The problem is I think I have fallen in love with him. He is tall and very handsome, with kind of shaggy black hair and big brown eyes that make me want to wilt every time I look into them.
He always dresses very sharp for work, in a well-tailored three piece suit.
His voice has the calm even tones of an FM disc jockey. I think he is very cool.
Remember when I told you that I prefer to masturbate rather than have real sex with the animal boys and risk ruining my reputation?
Well, I have elaborate fantasies when I touch myself that way.
More and more these fantasies are seeming real to me and I am having trouble telling them apart from the real world.
The real problem is that I have been fantasizing about having sex with Mr. Versace and then I go to school and I have trouble dealing with him in a regular student-teacher relationship, you know?
Like he looks at me with those big brown eyes and I start to blush and feel damp down between my thighs and that gets me even more embarrassed, and I'm afraid that if I keep this up I won't even be able to go to school anymore, I will be so afraid of meeting his gaze.
Or worse, I'm afraid that I am going to get my courage up and proposition him or something.
There has always been something that told me that he liked me more than the other students and until I started feeling this way about him that always confused me.
I'm afraid that I am not that exceptional of an English student that I would warrant being teacher's pet.
Maybe he would accept my proposition and then we would have an affair, and he would fall in love me, and we would become indiscreet, and then we would caught, and he would lose his job and I would be drummed out of town as a two bit whore!
Oh Doctor, I hope you understand how much this has been bothering me.
I guess I should tell you about my fantasies about him so you can see just how deeply I desire him.
When I prepare to masturbate I always take a very long hot shower before hand.
I spend a lot of time washing my breasts and my pussy, and between the cheeks of my ass.
The hot water relaxes my muscles, and makes my skin all tingly.
My nerve endings seemed to be in tune with pleasure and already my nipples get erect and start to buzz like crazy.
I dry myself off carefully and brush my hair so that it will dry into this yellow mop that I have.
Then I throw my bathrobe on and pad on bare feet into my bedroom.
I shut the door behind me and lock it. I feel safe and alone.
I slip my bathrobe over my shoulders and let it fall gracefully to my feet.
Then I move so that I am standing in front of a full length mirror next to my bed.
Out my bedroom window I can hear the night breeze whipping through our neighbor's clothes lines.
I turn sideways to the mirror so I can see the profile of my breasts.
They aren't that big yet, but they are high on my chest and they stick straight out.
When my nipples get erect they stick a little upward, at the angle of anti-aircraft guns.
I guess that sounds silly, but that's always been the way they looked to me.
I touch my nipples gently with my fingertips and my whole body shivers with pleasure.
After I roll my fingertips over my nipples I get each of them between my forefinger and thumb and give them a little pinch.
I pull them out a little and I can feel the sensations rippling down my spine.
I have always found it amazing that the different parts of the body are connected by the spine and the brain.
For example when I touch my erect nipples, beautiful signals go straight to my little pussy flesh.
I can feel the natural lubrication starting to flow in my cunt and I can tell everything is getting all wet and slippery down there.
I can feel the blood rushing to that part of my body so I will be more sensitive to touch.
The flesh becomes swollen when it is engorged with blood.
I can feel my tiny clitoris form its own little erection at the very top of my pussy slit.
I can tell that it is protruding from the flesh sheath that usually all but covers the little love button.
I put the palms of my hands on my breasts at that point and I give them each a squeeze.
I move them around in a circular motion, fondling them with my fingers.
As you can see, my fingers are long and thin and I keep the nails finely manicured and painted a deep red color, which I think goes well with my fair complexion and my blonde hair.
You can't see that my toenails are painted the exact same color.
My toes are all very close to the same length, and they are cute and chubby.
My toes always fold under whenever I become passionately aroused.
Anyway, after I am done fondling my perky tits I move to the bed to begin my fantasy.
I can feel a dull ache between my thighs and I can tell that I will have no trouble getting at least one orgasm out of the Session.
I sit on the edge of the bed and swing my legs up onto it.
I fluff up two pillows and put them one on top of the other.
Then I settle my head in the middle of them and stretch my legs out in front of me.
I run the palms of my hands flat over my breasts and down the flat plain of my belly.
And I slip into a beautiful dream that quickly becomes the reality for my physical pleasure.
Let me share with you my favorite. It was one I had only a couple of nights ago.
It was not only the most pleasurable fantasy, but the most disturbing to.
I guess the reason I am here in the first place is to tell you this fantasy so you can tell me how I can deal with the situation.
It was a Friday, in my dream, and every detail of every face, every room, every voice, is perfectly distinct in my fantasy.
I had Mr. Versace's class last period and I was very excited because the weekend was almost upon me.
I had done all of my homework and I was looking forward to discussing the material in class.
We were studying "The Second Coming" by Yeats and I was going to make a little speech about the unique way in which the poet uses the word "slouching" as a verb.
We only have five minutes between classes so I scurried to my locker, got my books and was in Mr. Versace's classroom a couple of minutes before he arrived.
The classroom was full and fell silent when the door opened and the super handsome man entered carrying books in one hand and a black leather briefcase in the other.
He took long strides and soon he was behind his desk and looking out at the classroom with those big brown eyes of his.
I am wearing a tight black dress with a slit up the side, black stockings with a seem in the back and a pair of black spike high heels.
The front of the dress is cut low so he can see the tops of my round high breasts.
I cross my legs and the slit on the side of my dress opens and he can see my upper thigh.
I know he can see where the tops of my stockings are attached to my black frilly garter belt.
He cannot take his eyes off of me and he clears his throat nervously every time he looks at me because he can't believe how beautiful I am.
He has a hard time teaching the class and he remains seated behind his desk.
I know he was afraid to get up and walk around because he has a hard-on and he is afraid the lump would be visible in his pants.
Finally he gets to the poem for which I have prepared my statement.
I raise my hand, bending my fingers so that my long nails make me look like an older woman. At least older than I really am.
"Yes, Candy," he said, and I thought I heard his voice crack a little.
I assumed this to be another indication of the lust he was feeling toward me.
I gave my little bit on the poem and everybody was very impressed with my insight.
Then Mr. Versace said something that sent a chill run through my body.
He said, "Candy, perhaps you would like to stay after class and we can discuss that point further. I think you have an interpretation of the verb that merits further examination."
I crossed my legs a little further so he could see yet more of my thigh and he smiled.
Our eyes met and I felt like he was burning into my soul.
I could feel that it was becoming difficult for me to breathe.
My heart was pounding so hard it was threatening to beat its way out of my chest.
Then the class was over and the other students filed out of the room.
In a matter of minutes there would be no one in the building except for a couple of janitors.
Everybody would be heading home for the weekend, but my weekend had already begun.
The classroom was silent and there was just the two of us.
"Go to the door and lock it," Mr. Versace said, in his cool, even voice.
He was still sitting at his desk staring at me and I blushed and made my way to the door so we could have complete privacy.
I made sure to wiggle my hips as I walked because I knew he was looking at my ass.
My buns were crammed into my dress so tightly they looked like jello on springs.
If he didn't have a hard-on already he sure did after he watched me walk that way.
I returned to my seat in the very front and crossed my legs once again.
"You don't really want to talk about poetry, do you Mr. Versace?" I said, my voice dripping sex honey.
I arched one golden eyebrow up and tilted my head a little to one side.
I turned up a corner of my mouth into a sly half grin.
Mr. Versace cleared his throat and fidgeted a little in his seat.
"No, I didn't Candy," he said with a charming smile. "I asked you to stay because I want to make love with you."
"I know, Mr. Versace. I want to make love to you too. That's why I dressed so sexy for school today."
"Sexy certainly is the right word. That dress is a knockout."
"Wait until you see me without it on. You don't know what a knockout is."
"You have better pull the blinds so no one in the courtyard can discover us."
I got up and pulled the shades on the big classroom windows.
Emma Harcock High School is a long flat building built all on one floor.
Every classroom has a window that someone could jump out of and not get hurt.
I wiggled my ass again in the same way and I could hear a gentle moan behind me.
I did not bother to sit in my own seat this time. Instead I walked directly around Mr. Versace's desk and hitched my haunches up on his desk, dangling a leg over the edge in front of his face.
"Would you like me to sit in your lap, Mr. Versace?" I asked, licking my lips slowly to make them wet and shiny.
"Yes, I would like that a lot," he said, and I could tell he was kind of nervous.
He was speaking slowly and distinctly as if he was worried about stuttering.
I moved with the grace of a wild animal. He pushed his chair back and put his knees together.
It was at that time that I first confirmed what I had expected since I first saw him that day.
There was a big bulge in the crotch of his dark blue suit pants that betrayed the fact that he had an erection.
I sat on his lap and wrapped my soft hands around the back of his neck.
I used my fingers to play with the shaggy black hair on the back of his neck.
For the first time I noticed he had a few white hairs in that crop of ebony, and I thought this made him look very distinguished.
He is only in his early thirties, and he still looks like a young man to me.
I could feel the lump in his crotch pressing against my ass.
I wiggled my butt around playfully so he would be able to feel my ass flesh on his throbbing cock.
"Kiss me, Candy," he said, his lids becoming heavy and sleepy looking. "Kiss me long and hard."
I did not bother to speak to him. Instead I just lowered my head and pressed my mouth against his.
I could feel his hot lips working against mine. They were hot and soft.
He pressed his lips softly yet firmly at the same time.
He used his thick sensuous lips as cushions to caress mine.
Soon our lips parted and we gently touched the tips of our tongues together.
There was a moment of pure sexual electricity as we made that intimate contact.
I could hear the sparks of passion crackling through the air.
I could feel a fresh flow of pussy juices start to flow in my cunt.
I could tell I was making a wet mark in the front of my tight panties.
More blood rushed to my cunt and I could tell the flesh inside my slash was as swollen as it could get.
My clit was throbbing painfully and I could tell just by looking into Mr. Versace's eyes that he was going to make me come frequently before he was done with me.
He plunged his tongue deep into my mouth and I wrapped my lips around it.
I sucked on his tongue with a steady slow motion and he made a little purring sound in the back of his throat that made my skin covered with goose bumps.
Then I offered my own tongue once again and we rolled them together gloriously.
We were having a little wet hot sword fight and I made a little moaning sound myself.
His hands were becoming curious and his fingers were running along the plunging neckline of my dress.
His fingers worked their way under the dress until he found my breasts.
He rubbed each of my nipples delicately and then squeezed them deliciously.
I pulled my mouth from his and threw back my head. I arched my back and stuck my tits in his face.
"Mr. Versace?" I asked sweetly, once again wiggling my ass around in his lap and feeling his cock throb in response. "Would you like it if I gave you a blow job?"
All he said was, "Ummmmm." His eyes closed and he smiled a dreamy smile.
That was all the answer I needed. I got off of his lap and knelt in front of him.
He let his arms hang down to his sides and he opened his knees as far as they would go.
I ran the palms of my hands up the insides of his thighs.
I let the tips of my fingers brush against the lump in his crotch as I moved my hands up toward his belt.
He jerked a little and gasped for air when I touched him there.
I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the top of his pants.
I slowly pulled down his zipper, listening to Mr. Versace struggle to breathe.
I could tell that I was being a tease by doing everything so slowly.
But I loved the feeling. I wanted him to wait a little while for the intense pleasure I was going to give him.
When his fly was all the way down I could see the long thick rod he had crammed inside his underwear.
His hard-on was pointing upward and the tip was sticking out of the elastic at the top of his underwear.
The elastic was pinning his cock to his abdomen and it looked quite painful.
I have to admit that I don't know very much about cocks but that looked uncomfortable.
"Mr. Versace, could you please lift up your hips for a second?" I asked sweetly looking up at his incredibly handsome face.
His big brown eyes looked a little glazed over and I could tell my intoxicating beauty was getting to him.
He put the palms of his hands on the arm rests to his chair and lifted his hips up in the air.
I worked my fingers under his pants and his underwear so I could tug them down at the same time.
I pulled and they came down a lot more easily than I thought they would.
I guess I am used to having broad hips to deal with. Mr, Versace's hips are slim and tight and soon I had his pants around his knees.
I continued tugging until they were all the way down to his ankles.
I moved my knees so I could get my face as close to his crotch as possible.
His cock popped up into the air like a horny jack in the box.
It was the biggest most beautiful thing that I have ever seen.
It was a lot bigger than the cock on the boy who busted my cherry.
The thing had to be nine inches long and it was very thick around.
The head was the biggest part. In fact it resembled a doorknob more than the glans on a penis.
That head was a deep purple color from all of the blood that had been pumped up into it. It was throbbing visibly.
The skin that covered the head of his cock was stretched tight and looked amazingly smooth. I could tell by looking at it just how sensitive he was there.
The stalk of his penis had angry dilated veins bulging out of the sides of it.
There was a thick patch of black pubic hair which grew just above his cock.
There was also a line of hair coming out of the top of that bush leading up to his navel.
His shirt tails hung down over his legs so I pushed them aside with my fingers.
Below his cock hung his balls. The sack was big and wrinkled and appeared to be filled to the brim with come.
There were short and curly black hair growing out of his balls, which I thought looked very cute indeed.
I decided to go right to work to give him all of the pleasure I could.
I ran my hands over the insides of his thighs and lowered my head so I could kiss him there.
I kissed my way slowly up his thigh, getting ever closer to his cock and balls.
I could smell the musky sweaty scent of his manhood coming from his crotch. It filled my nostrils and intoxicated me with lust.
He worked his hips forward so his weight was resting on the small of his back.
His balls hung over the front edge of the chair and I could now get at his balls and his asshole with my tongue if I lowered my head far enough.
I finally reached my destination with my mouth, flicking my tongue in and out and using my teeth to give him little love bites on the way.
I could tell how horny he was because he let out a little moan at the end of each exhale.
I puckered my full lips and kissed his testicles sensuously.
I stuck out my tongue and used the very tip to lick the entire sack that held his balls.
His balls were now wet and shiny from my saliva and he was breathing very hard.
His face had turned a little red with sex flush, and he was moaning louder than ever.
I got my head up underneath his balls so I could lick the hyper-sensitive patch of skin between his balls and his asshole.
With my fingers I pulled his buttocks apart a little so I could get my tongue on his little tight puckered anus.
All I could see was a a sea of black hair in the crack of his ass but I plunged my tongue in there anyway.
I could feel the soft tissue around his rectum and I flicked my tongue back and forth against it.
I could feel the muscles in his legs tighten and he let out a quick sharp gasp of complete joy.
I examined the ring of muscle around his asshole carefully with the tip of my tongue and then withdrew my head so I could give attention to his cock.
I guess you could say that I was getting down to the meat and potatoes of the matter at that point.
I scratched the base of his balls delicately with my long polished fingernails.
Then I cupped his balls in the palm of my hand and gave them a little squeeze which produced another gasp for air from my English teacher.
I looked at his cock and saw it was doing a little dance as it throbbed.
It was pointing up toward his face, leaning against his belly.
The huge head of that lance was resting a couple of inches above his belly button.
I continued to fondle his balls as I stuck out my tongue and pressed the very tip of it at the base of his prick.
Then I traced a slow crooked line all the way up the shaft, onto the head and the very tip.
I used the tip of my tongue to play with the little hole in the center of his glans.
Then I rolled my tongue all over the head of his cock until it too was wet from my sweet saliva.
I used my free hand to grasp him around the shaft of his pole.
To my thrill and amazement my fingers did not quite make it all around.
I swear to you that that is how thick this man's cock is!
I knew that he would be very sensitive in one spot on his prick and I decided to go for it.
The spot was on the underside of his cock, the side facing me, just below the head, where the glans splits.
I flicked my tongue rapidly across that spot, cupping his balls and squeezing his shaft with my tiny fist at the same time.
He lifted his hips off of the chair and his eyes shut tightly.
His mouth fell gaping open and his face was redder than ever.
I knew that he needed me to suck him badly and I didn't have the heart to make him wait a second longer.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could and placed it over the head of his cock.
I squeezed the base of his glans with my lips and flicked my tongue over the deep.
He let out a deep grunting noise and I could tell I wouldn't have to work very hard to make him come.
I wanted him to come in my mouth. I wanted to taste his semen and drink it down like it was a fine imported wine.
I began my sucking motion and all of the muscles in his body went as tight as they could go without snapping.
But this was not enough to satisfy me. I wanted to take the entire length of his prick deep into my throat.
I psyched myself up and plunged my head downward on him.
I relaxed the muscles in my throat and drove my head all the way down.
My lips were now wrapped around the very base of his prick and he was starting to make frantic gurgling noises in the back of his throat.
I slid my lips upward until once again they were wrapped around the base of his glans.
Then I thrust my head downward again and violated my own throat.
He moved his hands so that they were on top of my head.
He worked his long strong fingers into my curls and pressed his fingertips against my scalp.
He was pushing my head downward so he could penetrate my throat as deeply as possible.
All I had to do was concentrate on breathing through my nose and I could take his cock into my throat without any discomfort.
Never once did I get the urge to gag on that rod of his.
Then he thrust his hips upward and held my head down.
He let out a scream that reminded me of a werewolf howling at the full moon.
I could tell he was going to come and I prepared myself to swallow his loud.
At the crescendo of his scream great gobs of hot thick semen spurt from the tip of his cock and bathed my throat and mouth.
It tasted salty and a little bitter and it reminded me of the sea.
But that made perfect sense because the sea is where all life came from.
I swallowed all of his come that I could and it felt like raw egg whites as it slithered down my throat.
All at once his body relaxed and he let out a sigh that told me his orgasm was over.
He was now in the midst of a warm dreamy afterglow, and I pulled my head up off of his slackening cock.
I looked at the tip of his prick and saw a silver bead of after-come form at the little hole.
I licked this away with a single swipe of my tongue.
Then I realized that I had been unable to swallow all of his come because the first few spurts had been too plentiful.
Some of his silver seed had spilled down over my lower lip and onto my chin.
I stuck my tongue out and pulled this also into my mouth so it could join the rest in my tummy.
I got up off my knees and kissed him on the lips and he looked at me with those big brown eyes with an expression that said thank you.
I was homier than ever and more than ready to move on to the next step in our love-making.
The room was very quiet. We couldn't hear a sound in the building.
Everyone was gone for the weekend and we had all the time in the world to explore each other's capabilities for pleasure.
INTERVIEW TWO
I was concerned about Candy after our first meeting together. I had gotten the distinct impression during the course of the interview that she believed every word she told me.
It was not at all as if she were telling me about a naughty daydream.
She had really confused her fantasy with the reality and she was telling me the half of the story that she preferred.
I could also tell that she had not come to the end of her fantasy when her time ran out.
I knew there would be much more to it, and I hoped to get it all during our second meeting.
She was dressed a lot more casually when she showed up at my office for the second time.
She was wearing a pair of tight designer jeans with black boots sticking out of the bottoms.
She wore a tight turtle-neck sweater which showed off her youthful bosom.
Her manner was more relaxed this time and I could tell she was just as anxious to finish the story of her fantasy as I was to hear it.
I guess I should start off where I left off. I had just finished sucking off Mr. Versace.
Well, he gets this look in his eyes and I can tell that he wants to return the favor, if you know what I mean.
He kicked off his shoes and took his pants and underwear off the rest of the way.
Then he stood and placed his hands on my small shoulders.
He got his fingers on the zipper at the back of my dress and pulled it all the way down.
He pulled my dress over my shoulders and helped me get my arms out, and then he allowed it to fall carelessly to the floor.
I was not wearing a bra, of course, so he immediately wrapped his arms around me and placed both of his hands on my tits.
I have never worn a bra in my entire life. I could never figure out a reason to.
My breasts don't have a fraction of an inch of sag to them.
And I like the feeling of them existing free out in front of me without a piece of clothing to bind them in place.
His fingers then worked their way down my side to wear the tops of my stockings were attached to my garter belt.
I could tell that he had done this many times before because his fingers worked swiftly.
At the same time I stepped out of my dress and kicked it aside.
I kicked my way out of my shoes and turned to face him. I slipped his suit coat off over his shoulders and flung it all the way to the other end of the classroom.
Then I unbuttoned his vest and pulled that over his shoulders.
I through that aside also and repeated the process with his shirt.
He was now wearing nothing but a pair of black socks and I figured they wouldn't get in the way of anything.
He put his hands on the side of my waist and lifted me up in the air.
He lifted me like I weighed nothing at all. That's how strong he is.
Then he set my little ass down on top of his desk and I stretched my legs out in front of me so one foot was on either side of him.
I looked at his nude body and I could feel my glands thumping with a tremendous ache of desire.
He had very broad shoulders and I could tell he was in very good shape because his muscles bulged out.
His chest had a thick rug of black fur on it which I thought was very attractive.
His waist and hips were slim. He reminded me of a triangle point down.
I put my hands tenderly on his cheek and winked at him sensuously.
Then he worked his fingers under the tops of my stockings.
I thought he was going to try to pull my stockings off like a man would.
But instead he rolled them off in the correct manner, and I could tell he was very experienced in the ways of love.
I stuck my feet out and pointed my toes so he could get my stockings off.
His fingertips brushed against my legs as he rolled them off and I sighed.
He stood very close to the desk at that point so he could kiss me passionately, which he did for a very long time.
Then he lowered his head so he could kiss my breasts.
He showered both of my tits with little peck kisses and I flung my head back with a look of pure ecstasy on my face.
Then he took my left nipple into his mouth while he fondled the other with his fingers.
He sucked that nipple, which was already as erect as it could get.
Then he flicked his tongue back and forth across it and my clit was throbbing so hard I thought I would die if I didn't come soon.
But he was a bit of a tease too, and I could tell by his calm relaxed manner that he was going to make me wait for my pleasure.
He got that nipple at that point between his upper and lower teeth.
He nipped at it playfully and I felt shivers of wonderful pleasure run up and down my spine.
He pulled at the erect nipple with his teeth and I thought I was going to burst from joy.
The tension in my cunt was the greatest I had ever known it to be.
I didn't know how much more tense my pussy could get before my orgasm would be inevitable.
He repeated the process with the other nipple and then dropped to his knees so that his head was between my parted thighs.
I lifted my legs up for a second and draped them over his strong shoulders.
He wrapped his arms around my thighs and began to suck on the flesh on my inner thigh way up near the moist delta where my thighs met.
I still had my panties on and he could see the wet spot in the front that showed how much I had lubricated myself.
He put his fingers under the top of my panties and with one vicious pull tore them away.
I shuddered at his forcefulness and I wanted him more than ever. My pussy quivered.
He put his nose very close to my cunt and inhaled deeply through it
"You smell wonderful down here," he said. "You have the rich scent of a woman."
"Thank you very much, Mr. Versace," I said, with a shiver.
"I want to taste your cunt. I want to drink of your pussy juices!"
"Then eat me, Mr. Versace. Eat me until I come," I said enthusiastically.
Without my panties on to catch my lubrication as it spilled out of my pussy, my cunt was drooling all over the insides of my thighs and down into my buttocks.
He kissed his way quickly up my thigh, nipping me sensuously with his teeth.
Then his face was right in front of my cunt.
He blew warm air into my pussy and I felt my hips buck upward and my back arch.
He stuck out his tongue as far as it would go and ran the tip of it up and down the outer lips of my cunt.
I shuddered and heard myself let out a deep moan of passion.
He was looking right into the tiny patch of blonde pubic hair that grows above my slit.
I have discovered that I have very little pubic hair compared to the other girls I go to school with.
There is no hair whatsoever along side my pussy lips or between the cheeks of my ass.
All I have is a couple of golden curls that grow just above my clit.
I have learned that this is because I have a pure blood line.
People with pure blood lines seem to have less body hair than others.
He reached up with his fingers and placed them on either side of my quim.
He pulled my outer lips apart as far as they would go and began to explore the pink wet inner folds of cunt flesh.
I was whimpering like a puppy that had been left out in the rain by that point.
He made his tongue hard and sharp and drove it violently up my fuck hole.
I was gripping the sides of the desk so hard that my knuckles had turned white.
My eyes shut very tightly and I was concentrating solely on the pleasure I was receiving.
My mouth was gaping open and I was gasping for air wildly, moaning and groaning at the same time.
He worked his tongue in and out of my cunt just as if he was fucking me with his long hot pink tongue.
I removed my hands from the sides of the desk and put them on the back of his neck.
I pulled on his head and urged him to stick his tongue "as deep into my pussy as possible.
But he could tell by how tense I was, and how desperate my cries were, that I needed an orgasm badly.
He pulled his tongue out of my hole and touched the tip of it against my clit.
"Oh yeah," I cried out in glee. "Lick my little love button. I wanna come!"
He ran his tongue slowly all around my clitoris and then began to flick his tongue back and forth across it softly and slowly.
I could tell that the pressure in my lower abdomen was going to burst at any second.
He steadily increased the pressure and speed with which he flicked his tongue across my little man in the boat.
I lifted my hips off of the desk. I flung my head back as far as it would go.
I arched my back tightly and I could feel my spectacular climax beginning.
I started to let out a scream of complete ecstasy when Mr. Versace wrapped his thick sensuous lips around my clitoris.
At the last possible second he sucked my clit up into his mouth along with a lot of the wet swollen flesh around it.
He continued to flick his tongue on my love button as fast and hard as he could.
And then it happened.
"I'M COMING! OH MY GOD!" I screamed and he worked his mouth even more furiously over the center of my womanhood.
Great waves of ecstasy ran up and down my body.
Time was suspended and it seemed as if I was having an orgasm in slow motion.
I could feel my body react to the pleasure all the way down to my toes and all the way up to my scalp.
I flung my head from side to side and I could feel that my face was contorted.
If a janitor had been passing by at that moment he would have thought that I was being tortured sadistically from the screams I was letting out.
He continued to suck on my clit until he was sure that my orgasm was over.
Then he pulled his mouth away and my body gave a couple of extra jerks as a couple of post orgasmic spasms struck me.
He pulled his face out of my drooling quim and looked up at me with a pleased smile on his face.
He was such a good lover. I could tell that he enjoyed giving pleasure just as much as he enjoyed receiving it.
He looked at me and I had to break into a giggle.
He had my cunt juices all over his face and he looked a little silly.
His chin was all shiny and there were droplets of natural lubrication dripping from it.
He stood up to kiss me and I plunged my tongue into his mouth.
He rolled his tongue over mine and I could taste my own cunt juice.
He had gotten himself all worked up again from watching me come.
I could feel something hard against my thigh and I realized it was his erection.
It was just as long and thick as it was before I sucked him off.
The head was swollen and throbbing and purple. I reached down and ran my fingertips over it lightly and he sighed.
"Would you like to fuck now, Candy?" he asked me, his eyes dancing.
"Oh, Mr. Versace. I have wanted you to fuck me ever since I first laid eyes on you," I said.
"What position would you like to do it in?" he asked.
This question threw me. I had only had sex once before and it was cramped in a car.
I thought about it for a little while and decided that I wanted him to fuck me doggie style.
I told him this and he seemed pleased with my decision.
He lifted me up off the desk and set me down on the floor.
I immediately got on my hands and knees. Then I folded my arms on the floor and rested my head on them.
I stuck my ass as far up in the air as I possibly could.
I put my knees far apart on the floor so my pussy lips would part.
I could feel the heat from Mr. Versace's body on my buttocks.
He was kneeling very close to me, and I could feel the tip of his cock brushing against me.
He ran the palms of his hands over my arched back, and pressed his fingertips along the little bumps on my spine.
When I was in this position my breasts dangled downward and looked larger.
Mr. Versace put his hands under my body and took one tit in each palm.
He worked them around in a circular motion and pinched a little at the nipples.
I could feel his cock now pressing hard between the cheeks of my ass.
He pulled his hands off of my tits and put them on my buttocks.
He pulled those ass cheeks as far apart as they would go and ran the head of his prick up and down the crack where the skin was stretched tight.
I had no idea what a full thick nine inches was going to feel like inside me.
I still had doubts that a big rod like that would fit inside little old me.
He backed off a little and I felt his fingers dip into my drooling cooze.
I shuddered and gasped and once again I could tell that I was going to have a fantastic orgasm the second he thrust his vein encrusted lance into my molten boiling honey pot.
"Oh Candy, you have such a lovely body," Mr. Versace said in his cool, even voice.
"Then fuck me, Mr. Versace," I exclaimed. "Fuck me hard and long."
With that I felt the tip of his prick rub up against the swollen lips of my soaking wet cunt.
I took a deep breath and I held it because I knew the moment of initial penetration was upon me.
I could feel the very tip of his rod rubbing up and down my slash, finally positioning itself at the very mouth of my womb.
How do I explain the moment of purest anticipation, Doctor?
How do I tell you that I was about to be fucked by the man I love?
He started to push his hips forward and I could feel the inner lips of my cunt stretching as far as they would go to allow him inside.
My mouth fell open as he slowly eased his cock into my pussy.
His slid his hips all the way forward and his cock went all the way into me.
The head of his prick went well up into my womb and touched me in a spot that I have never been touched before.
His cock was so thick that it filled my pussy completely with manflesh.
If he had been and longer and thicker he would have torn me wide open.
I could tell that the walls of my cunt were stretched to full capacity by his raging erection.
Then he began to pull his cock out, just as slowly as he had first glided it in.
He pulled it out until only the glans remained inside of me.
Then he rammed it back it all the way with a fierce thrust of his slim muscular hips.
I let out a puff of air. His cock went into me so hard that I felt like all of the air had been thrust out of my lungs.
The I had an orgasm unlike any other I had ever had.
His cock was so thick that it rubbed right up against my little swollen love button every time he moved it.
But this climax was not centered in my clitoris at all.
It was centered some place deep inside of me. Some place that only Mr. Versace's amazing cock could reach.
It was sharper and deeper that any come I had ever had before.
He began to fuck me with a slow steady motion that I thought was magic.
He used the entire length of his cock with each penetration and I began to have a series of multiple orgasms that had me screaming out my desire.
Mr. Versace started to smack me with the palm of his hand playfully, pretending that he was riding a bucking bronco in the rodeo.
"Ride 'em cowboy!" I screamed out and I heard him laugh.
"That's it baby. That's the way to fuck," he said excitedly.
"Oh, your cock is so big. It feels so good inside my pussy," I screamed.
"Feel it, Candy. Feel my cock in you cunt. Let your cunt swallow my meat whole, you little nymphette."
"Yes, I can feel it and I am coming over and over again," I shouted.
It was true.
My orgasms were coming with the rapidity of machine-gun fire at that point.
It was becoming hard to tell when one orgasm ended and the next one began.
He steadily increased the pace and fury of his fucking until he was ramming his wad into me as fast and hard as he could.
I was so fucking wet down there that he was making a really funny splashing sound every time he pierced my womb.
I began to move my own hips in sync with his fucking motion so each thrust would go as deeply into me as possible.
I tightened my cunt muscles so I would pull on his cock as he tried to pull out of me.
I could sense that his muscle were getting very tight behind me.
He stopped smacking me and gripped me hard on the side of my hips.
He dug his fingers deep into my flesh as he plowed me good from the rear.
I could hear the tops of his thighs slapping hard against my buttocks over and over again.
The fucking was so intense I could tell that he was going to come at any second.
I had lost all count of my orgasms, but it hardly mattered.
My mouth was dry and my pussy was wet and I felt I was nearing the saturation point.
Then I heard him start to make desperate gurgling noises in the back of his throat and I could tell he was going to shoot his load at any second.
I felt his cock ram its way all the way into my cunt and stay there.
I could tell that his head was thrust backward so he was looking at the ceiling.
His back was arched like a bow about to propel an arrow.
And then he let out his second scream of the late afternoon.
Once again I thought he had been bitten and turned into a werewolf.
He turned into a complete animal when he was about to have an orgasm.
Then I could feel the great gobs of hot sticky semen shooting from the end of his unbelievably hard prick.
He let out a series of passionate cries of pleasure as he bathed my cunt with his sticky silver seed.
And then he relaxed and it was over. He slumped over me.
Oh, it was wonderful, Doctor! I know that my words do not give it credit.
I wonder if I will ever in my life feel anything that good again.
When I snapped out of my fantasy it took me a very long time to figure out where I was. I opened my eyes and blinked a couple of times and then I realized I was still in my own bedroom.
I was still lying in the center of my bed with my legs spread wide open.
My knees were still pointing at opposite walls and I could feel the tremendous afterglow from all of my orgasms.
Yes, Doctor, all of the orgasms had been very, very real.
And I think Mr. Versace was responsible for each and every one of them.
He was just as responsible as if he had really fucked me like that.
What am I going to do? I can't look at that hunk of a man without thinking about how wonderful it would be to have an affair with him.
I wish I had never had the fantasy in the first place. I really do I know that it gave me a lot of pleasure and I have to admit that I got kind of worked up just thinking about it, but the price I am paying for it doesn't seem worth it.
CONCLUSION
Candy has an adolescent crush on her English teacher. That is easy to see.
This in itself, is normal and nothing to worry about.
Her problem stems from the fact that she does worry about it, and this is causing her a great deal of stress.
I am curious about a couple of things she said during our two interviews.
She implied that in some way Mr. Versace had been encouraging her fantasies by letting her know that he was attracted to her.
She is an extremely beautiful little girl and it wouldn't surprise me if he looks at her different from the other girls in the school.
But as a professional man with the minds of young people in his hands, he should have the self-control not to let his feelings become obvious.
Of course, I do not know how much of this is real and how much of it is in Candy's imagination.
She shows definite signs of having trouble distinguishing between the two.
As for Candy, I have told her that she should try to think about boys her own age.
She must come to realize that she is in a situation for which there is no happy ending.
The sooner she finds a boyfriend in her high school the better off she will be
I have a feeling that once she finds a boy who is not an "animal" as she would put it, the fantasies of Mr. Versace will magically end.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Stacy T. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
The second Stacy first appeared in my office I could tell she came from a family with a lot of money.
She was wearing black boots with high heels, a pair of skin tight designer jeans, a frilly blouse cut low in the front, and she had a mink coat draped over her shoulders.
She was wearing many rings and she had a necklace that alone appeared to be worth a fortune.
She held her head high in a kind of intrinsic pride that comes from one that has always considered themselves a member of the elite class
She was not a very big girl, perhaps a couple of inches taller than five foot.
Her frame was small-boned, but in spite of this she had very large breasts.
The front of her frilly blouse showed off a plentiful bosom.
She was obviously not shy at all of her deep cleavage, since she showed it proudly.
Though her breasts were very large, and a little out of proportion with the rest of her body, they did not sag, and I could tell that this was without the benefit of a brassier.
I could tell that Stacy was of Italian descent the first time I looked at her.
Her hair was pitch black and wavy. It hung down past her shoulders and was very full and shiny.
Her waist was slim and her hips were also, although she did curve out, and her buttocks appeared to be high and supple.
Her face had an expression of extreme confidence on it at all times.
Her eyebrows would go up and down when she wanted to emphasize a point but her voice would remain calm and even.
Her voice was deeper than one might expect from looking at her, a genetic trait no doubt.
She had big brown eyes with long lashes, and she wore only mascara, with no other make up.
Her olive complexioned cheeks were rouged and she wore red lipstick on her sensuous lips.
She crossed her legs slowly and lit a cigarette just before she began to speak.
Throughout the interview she would blow perfect smoke rings into the air.
I guess you might say that my family is filthy rich.
That is, as long as I can remember I have been able to get everything I wanted just by asking for it.
You might think that that spoiled me and made me want bigger and better things.
But that isn't what happened at all. No. Not at all.
Instead, I found that the value of things I had was decreasing rapidly.
If you can have anything you want anytime you want nothing is worth anything.
If you have to work just as hard to get this mink coat as you did to get a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, then they are worth the same thing.
I'm not going to try and come off as some liberal type who believes in sharing the wealth equally.
That would be lying and I have no intention of doing that.
I have to admit that I enjoy being rich and it doesn't bother me one bit wearing my wealth on my sleeve.
It's just that none of it means anything to me anymore.
I want just one thing of my own that I feel I have earned.
It would be cheating to go out and get a job so I could buy things with the money I made
That seems like a silly waste of time since I will probably never have to work a day in my life.
I have decided that the things I want to earn will have to be spiritual in nature.
They say that the best things in life are free, and I guess that's the point that I am getting around to.
I want to earn the pleasures I receive from sex and I want to earn true love and friendship with people.
None of this is very easy when you get taken places in limousines.
I am forced, because of my class, to hang around with other rich people.
And frankly, I think the whole class is full of boring people.
When people can get anything they want they don't have to bother developing personalities.
They assume people will like them and respect them and they are frightfully devoid of the insecurities that force people to be interesting.
A normal person goes through life trying desperately to be nice and friendly so they can make friends and have relationships.
I'm afraid wealth turns people in toward themselves. The ego is the thing.
Compassion and the golden rule are facets of society designed for those who feel they have to try to be liked.
What I really want is to one day, when I build up the courage, dress up like a normal teenage girl and see if I can be liked without this fur around my neck.
Can you imagine how frustrating it is to suspect all of your friends only like you because your Daddy is rich?
It's rough. And someday I want all of that to change for the better.
I live in a big mansion on the banks of the Hudson River up in Westchester County.
It's a white house with big pillars in the front. It looks like the sort of house that should be in a thick book about the South.
Behind the house is a long sloping lawn that leads down to the river
There are plenty of flower gardens about and we have plenty of help to take care of them.
We have a lot of help and they all live in a smaller house behind the one I live in with my folks.
They are referred to around the place as the big house and the little house.
I guess I should tell you that I am an only child. I guess that's important because it means that I have neither had to share my parents' affections or their gifts
I don't think it was for the lack of any trying. I think my folks always wanted to have a shit load of kids.
I'm not sure what the actual reason was. They never told me and I didn't ask
I guess there must be something wrong with one of them. I've given up all hope for a baby brother or sister. I have to face life as an only child.
It's not so bad. A little lonely around the place with no one to talk to, but on the whole it's okay.
My father hasn't always been rich. He grew up in Brooklyn as the son of an Italian immigrant.
But he made it all on his own. He worked hard and bought his own business and then made a couple of wise investments
I guess you might say that he had the Midas touch, or whatever.
So anyway, I have been dreaming more and more about having sex with a bunch of common people and I get off on it so much that I'm afraid I am going to go out and try it.
I realize that the real world is a lot uglier and more complicated than it is in my fantasy
But I am going to tell you my fantasy anyway so you can understand why running away for awhile and being reckless is such a temptation.
In my fantasy I was getting on a train in Westchester heading for New York City.
I am aimless, seeking nothing, and generally prepared to wander aimlessly until I come across it.
I am wearing no make-up and I am dressed like the common teenagers dress.
I am wearing a black tee-shirt with a Grateful Dead symbol on the front and a pair of faded jeans with patches all over the butt.
On my feet are a pair of beat-up sneakers. I am not carrying a purse.
All of my money is in my sock so I am not even carrying a wallet.
No identification. I am incognito. I want no one to know who I am.
I have spent a lot of time in the city in my life so I know my way around pretty well.
So there I was, standing in the center of Grand Central Station, underneath the big clock, totally open to suggestion.
I didn't have to wait very long for something to happen.
I guess I must have looked innocent and inexperienced or something because there was a tap on my shoulder and a big black guy wearing a big hat with a feather in it is standing behind me with a shit eating grin on his face.
"New in town?" he asks, and begins to pick at his teeth with what looks like a gold toothpick.
"Uh huh, I just got in," I said, not wanting to be shy. Even though I am a little frightened by him, I decide to be friendly to him.
If fate had decided already what my adventure was going to be, then I decided I would go along with the flow.
"Let me introduce myself," he said, his eyes glistening evilly like I imagine those of the devil. "My name is Charles Comfort, and I will be your guide during your stay in our fair city." Now I knew that he was a pimp and I knew that going with him was not the sort of thing that nice girls should do, but it sounded like fun to be a real whore for a while.
What better way to learn about the lower classes than to live among their vice.
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Comfort," I said very sweetly. "What parts of the city are you going to show me?"
"Only the finest, my sweet. Only the finest," he said and tilted his head to one side a little.
He took my hand and I noticed that he was wearing a ring on every finger.
I had taken all of my rings off just for this journey, so I would look more common.
He led me out of the busy train terminal and out to the street where we caught a cab to a restaurant way uptown where I was the only white girl.
We dined and he told me all about what he did for a living
He said he was a manager of talented women and he thought I would be perfect for his employ.
I told him I was willing to do anything and he just smiled.
After dinner he took me to an apartment in Harlem where his stable of prostitutes worked.
It was a dimly lit, though large apartment, and to my amazement there were a lot of other white girls there.
He asked me if I wanted to get started right away and I said sure.
He led me into a room that was furnished only with an easy chair and a big double bed without any blankets or sheets on it.
He told me to take off all of my clothes and lie on the bed and wait.
He could tell I knew what was going on and he could also tell that I'd never done anything like that before.
I guess he found that appealing because he knew customers sometimes get turned off by the tainted attitude of professional girls.
He told me not to worry about collecting any money or anything.
He said that he would take care of everything and that I would be paid well.
He didn't mention a price figure and I didn't ask. Obviously the money didn't mean that much to me.
But I thought the idea of being a professional hooker was really sexy, even if I only did plan to do it for a short time.
I took off all of my clothes and hung them up neatly in the closet.
There was only a small low watt lightbulb burning in the room and everything was dim and shadowy.
It was nighttime and outside I could hear the sounds of Harlem.
There was a tenor saxophone blowing sad blues through a broken window across the street.
Far away I could hear a police siren, which turned, amazingly, into an electric blues guitar.
I could hear car tires going through puddles left from open fire plugs.
A car horn honked many blocks away and the sounded echoed through the bricks and the neon.
I could feel my pussy start to ache at the thought of what was going to happen to me.
I was determined to be a very good lover because I wanted my customer to get his money's worth
There was a pillow on the bed so I rested my head on it.
It didn't have a pillow case on it but that didn't bother me.
Under ordinary circumstances that would have grossed me out, but I was determined to cope with the ways of the common people.
In a matter of seconds the door opened and a man entered looking a little nervous.
I could tell right away that it was the first time he had ever paid money to have sex.
That made me feel a lot more comfortable because I didn't want him to know I was only pretending to be a pro.
I ran the palms of my hands over my big tits and down into the black inverted triangle of pubic hair above my slit.
"Hi, there," I said, my voice dripping with lust. "Why don't you get naked and join me?"
He was a tall black guy, and I could tell by the lump in the front of his work pants that he had a cock so big I could never have dreamed it up.
He smiled and looked away for a moment.
He was having trouble meeting my steady gaze. I was a little too cocky and confident for him.
He was intimidated because he could tell that I was totally assured of my own sexuality.
He took off all of his clothes and dropped them to the floor.
He was hung like a horse, with a big black cock dangling down between his legs.
I wondered why he wasn't hard yet, but I figured I would be patient.
I knew he would come around and get an erection after a little of my tender loving care.
"What's your name?" I asked him, patting my hand on the bed at my side as an invitation for him to join me.
"Willie. What's yours?" he asked. He was already feeling more comfortable.
I guess it was because of my youthful voice, as deep as it is I didn't sound hard and cold like I imagined the other girls to sound.
"Stacy," I said. "Why don't you come over here and we can play some fun games?"
He moved toward the bed slowly, taking small tentative steps.
I could tell that he found me completely intoxicating.
He was almost hypnotized by my beauty. I imagine it was quite a special event for him to get a chance to fuck a white girl.
Especially one as young and pretty as I am. It's my fantasy, Doctor, and I am allowed to be as vain as I like, thank you.
Willie lay down on the bed beside me and he still seemed kind of nervous.
"Willie, you can do to me whatever you like. You paid, now I am yours to do with as you will," I said.
That made him feel a lot more comfortable and I saw his big cock start to stir.
I could tell that his anxiety had been removed to the point where his blood was moving down into his private parts.
"I can touch you anywhere?" he said, as if he was somewhat shocked by the idea.
"Sure," I said cheerfully.
I took his hand and placed it over my breast. He had very big hands but he still couldn't get my whole tit in his grasp at the same time.
I sighed to let him now how good it felt. This encouraged him and he gave that tit a little squeeze which sent ripples of joy down my spine into my cunt.
I could tell that my cunt juices were starting to flow hard.
My pussy was becoming a flash flood zone, if you know what I mean.
He loosened his grip on my tit and gently rolled his fingertips over my nipple.
I have very large nipples, about the size of silver dollars, and when I get sexually aroused they become erect and stick way out.
They also become very sensitive to touch so when Willie touched me like that I couldn't help but desire him.
His cock was starting to move more quickly now. Each time I glanced down at it, it seemed to be a little longer, a little thicker, and a little harder.
"Is it okay if I suck your tits?" he asked sweetly. "Uh huh."
So he lowered his head and he took my right nipple into his mouth.
He fondled my left tit with his hand at the same time he was sucking.
After Willie was done with my tits he began to kiss his way slowly down my body and I couldn't help but writhe beneath him.
Oh the sweet surrender of laying beneath his caresses!
His fingers were on the insides of my thighs now and I could feel them creeping ever closer to the soaking wet delta where those thighs met.
"Feel my pussy, Willie," I said, gasping for air. "Stick your fingers up my cunt. Do it all, Willie."
He was breathing just as hard as me at this point and I looked down to see his cock.
That black rod was as hard as a rock and it was throbbing visibly.
He stuck his tongue in my little navel and wiggled the tip around a little bit.
Then his fingers touched the swollen outer lips of my cunt and I couldn't help but thrust my hips up in the air.
He ran his fingers up and down those lips easily since they were very slippery from my own natural lubrication.
His fingers became more curious and I could feel him stroking the inner lips with a delicate cottony touch.
He worked the middle finger on his right hand between the inner labia and started to push it up into my cunt.
"That's it, Willie!" I exclaimed. "Stick it all the way up there!"
He worked his finger up my fuck hole until he was in all the way to his third knuckle.
He wiggled that finger around so he could touch all of the inner walls of my quim.
Then he started to work that finger in and out slowly, fingerfucking me blissfully.
I gyrated my hips, moving them both from side to side and up and down.
"Oh God, yes!" I said, my voice catching from the intense lust I was feeling. "Stick more fingers inside!"
He pulled the middle finger of his right hand out of my honey pot and placed three fingers close together.
He then jammed all three of those fingers up my cunt hard and fast.
I could feel that my clit was on the verge of bursting by that time.
He continued to work the three fingers in and out and used his thumb to caress my steaming love button.
He was still moving his torso further down toward the foot of the bed.
I could tell he wouldn't be satisfied until he was tasting my white cunt.
Eventually he got in position so that he was lying on his belly with his legs dangling off the end of the bed.
His face was over my cunt and he was watching the walls of my pussy stretch and move as he thrust those three fingers in and out of me.
He removed his thumb from my clit and stuck his tongue out as far as it would go.
He touched the tip of his tongue to my little man in the boat and moved it around in a tiny circle.
"Oh yeah," I said, a gurgling sound rattling in the back of my throat. "Lick my clit until I come!"
He increased the pressure on my little girl erection and began to flick his tongue back and forth across it until the tension in my loins reached the saturation point and I burst into ecstasy.
I felt the greatest orgasm of my short life rifle throughout my torso.
I swear I have never experienced such pleasure before that moment.
Great ripples of molten pleasure ran down my legs and made my toes curl under.
It rolled up my body and filled my breasts with the ultimate joy.
I could feel my scalp tingling and my brain was concentrating solely on the great sensations.
My mouth was open. My lips were working in the air as if I was sucking an invisible cock.
I let out a loud scream that blended with the other street sounds of Harlem.
The tenor saxophone blue cool blues to my orgasmic scream.
Even the ambulance sirens seemed to be perfectly in key with my cries.
My hips bucked upward hard forcing his fingers to go as deep as possible into my quim.
He continued to flick the tip of his tongue as hard and fast as he could across my love button until he was sure my orgasm was over.
INTERVIEW TWO
Stacy showed up for her second interview with me wearing a tight red dress with a slit all the way up one side.
She was wearing matching high heels and she wore the same fur and the same jewelry.
Her legs were finely shaped and she had very thin ankles, which seemed in proportion with her otherwise slim body.
She still smoked a lot of cigarettes during the course of her second interview but she seemed to have lost a lot of her droll airs.
Her voice now reflected her excitement as she continued her story of her fantasy.
She no longer seemed concerned about impressing me with her cool manner.
There was an added candidness to her speech, which I found refreshing.
I guess when I stopped last time Willie, the black guy in my fantasy, had just finished eating my cunt and I had just had my first orgasm.
I want you to know that every time I came in my fantasy, I also came in real life.
My fantasy is timed so that the orgasms are in sync with the actual pleasure I am giving myself as I think these magic thoughts.
So there I was on the sheet-less bed, in Harlem, with my legs spread open and my very first John still licking happily at my swollen hyper-sensitive cunt.
I knew that it was I, not he, who was getting paid to do this, and I wouldn't be a very good hooker at all unless I returned the favor.
"Willie, would you like me to suck you off now?" I asked, finally catching my breath after holding the air inside my lungs for the entire length of my spectacular come.
"Uh huh," he said. His big brown eyes were glazed over a little, proving to me how much his glands had taken over his will.
"You roll over on your back and I'll give you the best blow job you have ever had," I said totally sure that I wasn't making promises I couldn't keep.
He said nothing but quickly got into position. His black skin was wet and shiny.
It was muggy in the room and he was sweating heavily. I could smell the manhood coming from his crotch and his armpits.
I quickly got into position between his open thighs so I would be able to kiss and suck all of his private parts.
I instructed him to shift his weight onto the small of his back so I could run my long nails over his slim tight buttocks as I blew him.
His cock was lying flat on his belly, the head pointing up toward his face.
He was very tight. Ail of his muscles were taut. His eyes were wide and focused directly on what I was about to do to him.
I placed the balls at the tips of my fingers under his balls and lifted that wrinkled sack up a little bit.
The I stuck out my tongue and licked his balls with long flat strokes.
I used the flat part of my tongue and I made his testicles all wet from my saliva.
I used my fingernails to scratch gently at the patch of skin between his balls and his asshole.
Then I dug a little deeper and found his anus encircled with hair.
I flicked my long fingernail across the ring of muscle around his asshole as I continued to lick and kiss his balls.
I cupped his nuts in the palm of my hand and worked my way up on the bed a little bit so I could give attention to his cock.
I ran the tip of my tongue from the very base of his prick all the way to the tip.
I flicked my tongue rapidly over the bursting glans many times.
Then, with my other hand, I gripped the stalk of his ebony pole and lifted it until it was pointing straight up toward the ceiling.
My face hovered over the top of his erection and I blew air through puckered lips down upon it.
He was making little whimpering noises and his fingers were digging into the bed hard.
I ran my tongue all around the head and then opened my mouth wide so I could suck it.
I took his glans into my mouth and rolled my tongue over it as I sucked on it gently.
But I knew I was a pro and I expected to do more than this.
I was expected to take the entire shaft of his prick into my throat.
I concentrated on relaxing the muscles in my throat and breathing through my nose.
I wrapped my lips tightly around the base of his glans and then I thrust my head downward.
He let out a yell of delight as he felt my lips go all the way down to the base of his black hard prick.
He thrust his hips upward and I snuck a glance at his face.
His lips were tight together and his eyes were shut very tight.
There was sweat on his brow dripping through his eyebrows onto his eyelids.
The muscles in his neck were very tight and were protruding far out.
He was making desperate grunting noises that let me know how easily I could make him come.
I slid my lips back up the shaft of his pole until once again they were wrapped around the base of his glans.
Then I thrust my head downward once again, twice as fiercely as I did the first time.
My throat was totally relaxed by this point and I could do this without causing myself the slightest discomfort.
I did this repeatedly, and he moved his hips more and more violently.
I could tell that he felt like he was fucking my tight hot throat.
Finally I rammed his cock deep into me and kept it there because I could tell he was ready to have his orgasm.
He let out an animalistic cry of pleasure and lifted his hips off the bed, supporting his weight with the palms of his hands.
Then I could feel the great gobs of hot sticky come shoot out in spurts from the tip of his prick.
I immediately started to swallow and the come kept coming.
I didn't know it was possible for a man to have that much semen inside of him at the same time.
I continued to drink his seed until I could sense all of his muscles relaxing at the same time.
His scream turned into a contented sigh as he lowered his hips slowly back onto the sheet-less bed
I wanted to feel his cock inside my cunt worse than anything I have ever wanted before in my life.
I wondered how long it would take for him to get another erection so he could fuck the living daylights out of me.
I decided to continue licking and kissing his cock and balls until the blood began to pump back into his meat.
As it turned out I didn't have to wait very long at all.
He was so excited at the prospect of fucking a pretty white girl that he got a hard-on again almost immediately.
I decided to allow him to stay on his back. I would straddle him and ride him like a bucking bronco in the rodeo.
"Would you like to fuck now, Willie?" I asked and he sighed as an affirmative answer.
I got up on my knees and walked on them until I had one knee on either side of his hips.
My cunt was just as swollen and wet as it was before at that time.
I could feel a burning itch of desire deep up into my womb.
I could tell that it was the kind of itch only Willie's long thick black cock could properly scratch for me.
I lifted his stalk gingerly off of his belly and pointed the tip toward the entrance to my womanhood.
I ran the head of his black lance up against the outer lips of my pussy so his cock would pick up some of my moisture.
Then I positioned it so that it was between my inner lips at the proper angle to enter me.
I could tell that he was going to fill me completely once he got all the way inside my fuck hole.
I could tell that my pussy walls would have to stretch as far as they could go to allow him inside.
He was going to penetrate me deeper than I have ever been penetrated before.
I began to lower myself down on his cock as slowly as I could.
I wanted to feel every fraction of an inch of his penis as it slipped inside my drooling quim.
I could tell already that his cock was so thick it would directly stimulate my clit as he worked it in and out of me.
I was so slippery down there that he slid inside my hole a lot easier than I would have thought possible.
Never before had I ever felt like such a complete woman.
Soon my pubic hair was pressed against his and he was all the way inside.
I could feel the head of his cock touching me in places that I had never been touched before.
He was penetrating me deeper than I thought any mortal man could.
My cunt was completely filled to the brim with that tubular manflesh.
I began to work my hips up and down slowly so his cock would stroke my pussy walls.
I bent forward at the waist as much as I could so his cock would press harder against my screaming, yearning clitoris.
I let out a loud gasp and I could tell that I was going to have my first orgasm almost immediately.
I came blissfully and my shrieks of pleasure could once again be heard outside in the streets of Harlem.
Willie made me come many times as I violently rode his cock and he thrust his hips upward as hard as he could.
It was many minutes and many climaxes before he finally arched his back and spilled his second load of seed into my quim.
CONCLUSION
Stacy is caught in a trap. She has lived her entire life among the elite, so she naturally has a curiosity about what the "real" world is like.
She imagines the common people as black, poor, and living in not very wholesome surroundings.
I think that it is good that she has an urge to communicate with people who were not born into her fortunate circumstances.
However, I have to think that her perception of the world she does not know has been warped to some extent by the coverage the media has given it.
Once Stacy comes to realize that life among common folks is not made up of pimps and Johns, (at least not entirely) this fantasy will be replaced by one not nearly as dangerous if she ever decides to live it out.
I have recommended that she look into social service programs where she can be put in a volunteer situation, helping poverty stricken families in ways that do not involve selling her body.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Lana L. AGE: Eighteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Lana is a petite little redhead with a suburban air about her.
She has a small bounce to her walk that makes her appear younger than her real age.
She wears her hair in pig-tails, which also helps to make her look very youthful.
She does not have freckles like many girls with red hair.
Her skin is fair but unmarked and her eyes are a chestnut color.
Those eyes sparkle when she speaks and she seems to do everything with a great deal of enthusiasm.
Her voice is little and high pitched and has the intonations of a little girl.
As she appeared for her first interview with me, she was wearing a simple button-up blouse, no bra, a pair of slightly faded western style jeans, a what appeared to be brand new sneakers.
She was a couple of inches taller than five foot, and she was perfectly shaped, with a slim waist, round hips, and firm breasts that were neither too large nor too small.
She kept her fingernails short, but did not appear to bite them. , During the course of the interview, she sat with her knees together and her hands folded in her lap.
She squirmed around in the seat as if it was very difficult for her to sit still for very long.
I live in the little town of Asbury Park, which is right on the south Jersey shore.
I guess the town is most famous for being the place where Bruce Springsteen used to hang out when he was young.
It's weird though, I don't know anyone who knows Bruce Springsteen.
He doesn't come back her to hang out on the beach too much anymore.
I guess he's usually out playing concerts or recording albums or something.
All of the other guys and girls I went to school and grew up with spent all of their time at the beach during the summer time.
The summer is, like, the town's big tourist season and the population doubles on a nice weekend.
My girlfriends would get to flaunt themselves in front of the men in their skimpy bathing suits, and that always made me feel really envious.
You see, I burn really easily in the sun and if I ever tried to spend all of that time at the beach I would burn to a crisp, pass out and get covered with blisters.
But what are you going to do? Everybody has to play with the hand they were dealt.
And I was dealt this peaches and cream complexion that wouldn't tan if I sold my soul to the devil.
So anyway, I have been fantasizing a lot lately about being at the beach.
Even though I never spent a lot of time sunbathing on the sand in a bikini, I still went there a lot, with my clothes on of course, because that was where the action was.
I would walk with my hat on and fully dressed, up and down the long boardwalk, watching all the folks playing frisbee and making out on the beach.
But when I had fantasies about being on the beach, while I was home alone, there was always sex involved.
I guess there is sex involved with every fantasy in one way or another.
But my fantasy is kind of on the sick side, and I have to admit that I am a little ashamed of it.
In fact, I am so ashamed of it, that I was starting to worry that I was some kind of pervert or something.
You see, when I fantasize about having sex at the beach, I think about my own father as my lover.
I know that a lot of little girls, I mean really little girls, think about marrying their daddies when they grow up, but in most cases they grow out of it.
Now I have the body, if not the mind, of a woman, and I still think about having sex with my father.
These aren't little girl fantasies I'm talking about. I'm talking very adult stuff here and I wish I could stop or else I think I might go crazy or something.
I guess I should tell you my fantasy from the very start so you can understand what I'm talking about.
In my pleasant daydream I don't have to worry at all about being in the sun.
I have an olive complexion just like the Italian girls and I get golden brown, like an
Indian, by August.
Even though it is a beautiful day and there isn't a cloud in the sky, me and my daddy are the only two on the beach.
My father has red hair the same shade as mine. I guess I am a genetic masterpiece, because I have the exact same coloring as my old man.
There are no rumors about the milkman in my family, if you know where I am coming from.
In my fantasy my father is wearing a pair of psychedelic nylon bikini swim trunks that do nothing to hide the size of his cock and balls.
He is a very handsome man, and I'm not the only one who thinks so.
I've had girlfriends tell me that they thought my old man was quite a hunk.
He is a little over six foot tall and he has kept in really good shape throughout his life.
Even though he is a white-collar worker, and sits at a desk all day, he works out all the time so he won't get the big belly that is so common with men his age.
He does a lot of exercises and gets up at the crack of dawn to run five miles before he goes to work in the morning.
He has very broad shoulders and a slim waist and hips.
He has tight little buns that look really nice when he is running
His legs are muscular and I swear his thighs are bigger around than my waist.
I've really seen him in his swim trunks so I'm not making up the part about the size of his cock and balls.
He is really hung like a horse and his balls look like he has a grapefruit or something crammed inside those skimpy trunks.
So in my fantasy, we are the only two on the beach and we are playing frisbee near the water.
The amusement park on the other side of the boardwalk is operating but there aren't any people riding the rides.
I can look up and see the empty Ferris wheel going around and around.
I can hear the funny little music that reminds me somehow of the circus.
I can hear the hawkers begging people to sample their wares, but I can see no one.
My father throws a really mean frisbee and I like playing with him a lot.
He can make that plastic disc dip and curve and it always comes straight toward me, chest high.
I don't throw the thing nearly as well. I usually end up tossing it into the ocean and we have to wait for the waves to bring it back up on the beach for us.
In my fantasy I am very horny and my father is looking at me in a way he has never looked at me before.
There is a knowing smile on his lips and I can tell that he desires me just as much as I desire him.
It's as if words do not need to be spoken for us to communicate.
He knows very well that I want him to fuck me, but he keeps tossing the frisbee and making goo-goo eyes at me at the same time.
Finally, I can see that his cock is starting to get hard inside his swim trunks and I know it is the sight of my body in my little bikini that is doing it to him.
I am wearing a black "string" bikini that shows off a lot of my buttocks and my tits.
All it really covers is my red patch of pubic hair, the crack of my ass, and my nipples.
We are very tired from running around barefoot in the sand for the entire afternoon and my daddy falls on his butt and looks at me.
The sun is getting low in the west and we can both tell that it won't be long before dusk is upon us.
I throw the frisbee carelessly aside and sit on the sand next to my daddy.
There is no guilt in my fantasy and neither of us are worried about the dreadful taboo we are about to break.
He takes me by the hand and gives it a little squeeze.
He uses his thumb to caress the top of my hand and I sit very close to him so I can feel his body heat.
"Would you like to go for a dip and cool ourselves off a little bit?" he suggests.
I say sure and we go running hand and hand into the surf, until the water is deep enough to dive forward and submerge ourselves.
When we stand up the salt water is waist high and we are facing each other.
I can feel my daddy's strong hands slipping around my bare waist.
He pulls me close to him and bends his neck downward a bit.
I get up on my toes in the sand and wrap my arms around his strong neck.
Then we kiss, and it is the most glorious kiss even known.
Our tongues touch before our lips and we are swapping spit like crazy as the waves crash past us.
His hand moves to the top of my bikini and he knowingly undoes it and removes it.
He tosses it aside and lets it float away. We both know that we will have no further need for our clothes.
My rosy nipples are erect and sticking way out, and they yearn to be touched by his hands and his lips.
He places both hands over my tits and they are perfect handfuls for him.
He gives them each a little squeeze and tremendous shivers run up and down my spine.
He rolls his fingertips over my nipples and I can feel my jaw drop as I let out a deep moan of joy.
"Let's go under the boardwalk and lay on a blanket," he suggests.
We are only wearing the bottoms of our swimming suits and he has a full erection at this point.
The top of his cock is sticking way out of the top of his swim suit and I can see it all throbbing and purple.
My breasts feel free and good exposed to the dusk air. I have no shyness.
I was meant to be nude and for the first time in my life I feel completely free.
He holds my hand as we go underneath the boardwalk and lay down on a big red blanket.
I guess the blanket is red because the dark area underneath the boardwalk has become our private den of sin.
We sprawl out and immediately fall into each other's arms.
I can feel his fingers working inside the front of my bikini bottoms and he is touching the inverted triangle of red pubic hair that grows above ray slit.
His fingers work down even further and dip into my boiling honey pot.
My whole body shudders and I can't believe how good it feels when he touches me on my most private spot.
"Let's get naked, Daddy," I say and his eyes light up excitedly.
We both take a moment to pull off the bottoms of out swim suits and we are nude and embracing.
I can feel his hard cock pressed against the inside of my thigh.
I can feel it throbbing, and I know that that means he desires me very much.
He lowers his head and takes one of my nipples into his mouth while he fondles the other.
He sucks my nipple and rolls his tongue over it at the same time.
I move my hand down so I can caress his balls. I run my fingertips over his huge nuts and he lets out a gasp that tells me how good that makes him feel.
I get his balls in the palm of my hand and am amazed when I realize I can't grip the whole sack at the same time. But I squeeze what I can grip and then move my fingers up to the shaft of his prick.
I run my fingers up and down that pulsating log slowly and gently.
"Suck me," he says. "Suck me until I come hard and long."
"Would you like me to swallow your come?" I ask, arching an eyebrow.
"Yes, drink down every drop. The protein will be good for you."
With that he rolls over on his back and opens his legs for me.
I use my tongue and my lips to caress his balls all over the place.
Then I use the flat part of my tongue and I lick his cock like I am licking an all-day sucker or something.
I put my fingers around the shaft of his penis and give it a little squeeze.
I am amazed and thrilled at how hard his cock is at that point.
There is no room for any more blood to get inside his flesh pole.
His prick is fully engorged and as hard as a rock. Oh, I love just the thought of it.
I have to admit that telling this story is getting me pretty horny.
I work my fist up and down his cock, like I am giving him a hand job, and take the throbbing purple head into my mouth.
The second my lips and tongue make contact with his glans he lets out a desperate grunt.
I am very proud of myself because I am giving my father so much pleasure.
I suck the head of his cock as hard as I can and I work my hand up and down very fast, gripping hard the whole time to stimulate him further.
Soon he lets out a scream of ecstasy and my mouth is flooded with his come.
Just as he told me to do, I swallow every drop and I love the taste.
I realize I am swallowing the very seed that gave me life, and somehow this makes it a lot sexier.
INTERVIEW TWO
Lana was dressed in a similar outfit the second time she came to see me.
I had talked to other girls in the past who had daydreams about their fathers, and Lana seemed to fit into the mold.
She was just as fidgety as before. She squirmed and seemed very excited as she told me the rest of her story.
Her eyes were wide throughout the second interview and she spoke very rapidly.
It was as if she couldn't get the story out fast enough to suit her.
I couldn't help but wonder what it was that was making her so nervous.
Was it the idea of being in a doctor's office talking about such a personal subject or was it something else?
I left off at the point in my fantasy where I had just sucked off my old man.
I guess I should explain that my fantasies are very detailed and each section is clear as a bell.
In other words, I'm not making this shit up as I go along. I really am telling you my fantasy.
I swallowed all of my daddy's come and pulled my mouth off of his prick.
I used my tongue to lick his wad clean and then looked up to see the expression on his handsome face.
He looked very pleased and sleepy. His lids looked heavy and every muscle in his body was completely relaxed.
"Did you like that, Daddy?" I asked him, still flicking my tongue across the tip of his cock.
"I sure did, sweetie. I think we should do this more often," he said, and his voice was deep and cool and made my cunt throb with a tremendous ache of desire for him.
I moved so that I was cuddled up next to him on the deep red blanket.
He put his arm around me and I snuggled under his wing, with my cheek on his muscular chest.
There is a little red hair in the very center of his chest, right between his nipples.
I got some of that hair between my thumb and forefinger and gave it a playful tug.
I did not tug too hard because I knew how easily I could hurt him.
"Would you like me to go down on you?" he asked me, in his sweet fatherly voice.
"Oh Daddy, I'm so hot. Please go down on me! I can't stand this awful ache between my legs anymore!"
So this time I was the one who rolled over on my back and spread my legs.
I raised my knees up in the air and put the bottoms of my feet flat on the blanket.
Daddy got into position between my thighs and I could feel his warm sweet breath on the parted lips of my twat.
I could feel the tension building up in my lower abdomen in leaps and bounds.
I could tell that it wouldn't take very long for him to make me come.
He put his fingers on my outer cunt lips and pulled them apart as far as they would go.
This intimate contact made me gasp and I lifted my hips up off the blanket so my pussy would be closer to his mouth.
He stuck his tongue far out and made it sharp at the very tip.
Then he plunged his tongue as deep as he could into my fuck hole.
He worked his tongue in and out of my pussy just as if he was fucking me with it.
I lowered my hips and put my hands on the back of his head.
I worked my fingers into his red hair and pressed downward, forcing his face harder against my wet cunt.
He pulled his tongue out of that hole and curiously explored all of the pink nooks and crannies inside my cunt lips.
Finally he moved his tongue up to my clit and pressed the flat part hard down on it.
I let oat a sudden gasp as he touched my love button for the first time.
The second he started to lap his wet hot tongue across my little man in the boat, I found myself bursting into a terrific come.
There is nothing like The Big O, if you know what I mean. There is no greater pleasure a woman can know.
I stuck my legs straight up in the air and squeezed Daddy's ears with my smooth thighs.
I crossed my ankles above his head and pushed his face harder into my cunt, which was at that point going into convulsions.
My mouth was gaping open and I was making funny little sounds in the back of my throat that I can't describe.
I thrashed my head wildly from side to side and I had my lungs full of air, but was totally unable to exhale.
I could feel that his tongue was still working busily even as my orgasm rippled throughout my body.
He did not take his mouth away from my cunt until he was positively sure that my climax was over.
When he did realize that my come was over and my hot afterglow had set in, he moved so quickly I could hardly anticipate it.
He dove on top of me like a speed swimmer starting a race, and his face was in front of mine.
He had gotten another erection while he was eating me out and he was ready to fuck.
He kissed me hard and we rolled our tongues together. I could feel his throbbing man organ pinned between our bellies.
He lifted his hips and I reached down to grab his swollen cock.
I placed the head of his prick at the mouth of my fuck hole.
The second he was in position he drove downward with his slim muscular hips.
That big cock sunk deep into my pussy with the first thrust and I screamed out "my total joy.
He did not bother to start out fucking me slowly and then steadily increase the pace.
We were both very, very horny so he fucked me as hard and fast as he could from the very first stroke.
My cunt was so wet that he made a squishy noise each time he plowed his rod into me with reckless abandon.
I raised my legs up into the air once again so his cock would rub against my clit as he moved it in and out.
I wrapped my legs around his humping torso and clung to his strong back with the tips of my fingers.
We fucked wildly and I came three times before he let out a howl of ecstasy and I could feel my womb become bathed with his hot thick semen.
CONCLUSION
Lana's fantasy is not as uncommon as she might think. Even though she feels guilt about it and thinks that she should have outgrown it, she is still young enough for this guilt to be unnecessary.
I have asked her to see me again, but space does not allow the transcripts of those interviews to be printed in this volume.
The key to these later interviews is that she is very sexually inexperienced.
I have a feeling that once she has a steady boyfriend, and her true sex life satisfies her, the amount of time she spends fantasizing about her father will be greatly diminished, if not stopped completely.
As for now, I have to treat her guilt feelings over her desire for her father.
I have told her that as long as she keeps her fantasies in the fantasy world, and makes no attempt to turn those dreams into reality, she is behaving normally and has no reason to feel guilty.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT: Tina T. AGE: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
The first thing I noticed about Tina when she came to see for the first time was her height
She is very tall for a girl her age. She stands at least five-foot eight.
But she is not a string bean, as one might imagine of a girl her age and size.
Already she had filled out and had the curves an lines of an adult woman.
Her breasts are large, her waist is thin, and her hips are on the broad side.
She is thicker than one might imagine through the shoulders, a sign of her love for athletics.
Her face is fresh and beautiful and seems to radiate health.
She had long black hair which she parts in the middle and spills down over her back and her shoulders.
She wears no make-up, but her lashes are long, her lips are full and cherry red, and she has a red glow to her cheeks that is always there naturally.
When she first appeared in my office, she was wearing blue sweat pants with a white stripe down the leg, and a white tee-shirt with a New York Yankee's symbol on the front.
I could tell that she was wearing no bra because as she told her story, she became aroused and her nipples became erect and quite visible through the tee-shirt.
Her voice reminds me of the All-American Girl, The Girl Next Door etc.
Even though she is from New York City, she has no accent, and unless one knew better they would think she was from the midwest somewhere.
It came as no surprise to me that her story had a lot to do with sports.
I have this problem, Doctor, and it's been bugging me so badly I just have to tell someone about it.
I don't want you to think I am some sort of a tramp or something, but every time I see a jock at school I get an overwhelming urge to fuck.
I know that doesn't sound very lady-like but I don't feel very lady-like when I'm around jocks.
I feel like lying down and spreading my legs, if you know what I mean.
I guess it all stems from my love of sports. I have watched and played every kind of sport ever since I was little.
That was in part, I suppose, because of the influence of my father.
He is a baseball umpire, which is a lousy job, and I spent a lot of time as a little girl out at the ballpark.
I have to admit that I didn't spend nearly as much time watching my old man call balls and strikes as I did watching those hunky guys doing what they do best.
And I hadn't even reached puberty yet!
By the time I was thirteen I used to get an ache in my cunt every time I played basketball with the guys.
I was better than some of them so they didn't play with me like I was a girl, which I appreciated.
I love it when I am treated as an equal while competing with men.
Anyway, the problem seems to be getting worse every day. Now that it is fall and the football season is in full swing I go out every day to watch my high school team practice.
I swear I get so horny watching those big guys battling it out and getting all dirty and sweaty that sometimes I have to leave practice early and go some place to masturbate.
And when I do diddle my clit until I come I tell myself wonderful stories so I can make it feel better.
I pretend that I never left the practice field. Instead of going out to shower these three guys on the team come over and talk to me.
Of course, they are the three best looking guys on the team.
Their names are Donny, Paul, and Tom. All of them are tall and dark.
I guess as a student of the mind, you would say I like that type because that's what my father looks like, but I don't think that's the case.
I think it's just a matter of taste. I don't think it's terribly uncommon to like tall, dark and handsome guys.
"Hi, Tina," Donny says cheerfully, pulling his helmet off of his head.
"Hi, guys," I say enthusiastically, wondering how tough it would be for me to get these guys to go under the bleachers with me.
They all have that black stuff under their eyes to cut down the glare.
They even wear that stuff when it's cloudy and dim outside, which is something I don't understand.
The other two tugged off their helmets also and gave me charming little smiles.
"How would you guys like to have some fun?" I ask, tilting my head a little to one side.
I give them a sexy little wink so they will understand what I am talking about.
They all laugh and I can tell that they want to fool around just as much as I do.
"What did you have in mind, Tina?" Paul asks, and I can tell by the look on his face that he already knows the answer to the question.
"Maybe we could go underneath the bleachers and play a little game of our own," I say, trying very hard to make my voice drip with the lust I feel toward them.
"What's the name of the game," Tom asked, licking his dry lips with the tip of his tongue.
"The game is called 'Hide The Salami' and I'll bet all three of you already know how to play," I said.
They laughed and said that they knew the rules like the backs of their hands.
I turned and started to walk toward the bleachers, wiggling my ass behind me.
I knew that they were looking at my butt and it pleased me to swing it back and forth for their enjoyment.
They followed close behind me and soon we were underneath the stands next to the football field.
The bleachers next to the football field at my high school are set up in such a way that when you get underneath them you can't be seen from any direction.
No one can find you when you are under there unless they know ehere you are already and are looking for you.
It is a common place to party and fuck among the kids I go to school with.
The grass is worn away and the ground is littered with a plethora of empty beer cans and used condoms.
The second we got there I turned to the three of them and said, "Why don't you guys whip out those big pricks so I can suck you off."
They looked at each other with cute little smiles on their faces.
I can tell that they don't get this lucky very often, even if they are hunky football players.
They don't come across girls who are willing to put out to them very often with no strings attached.
In a flash they were unbuttoning the front of their uniform pants.
I could see they jock straps. Jock straps get me very horny. Just the sight of them can made the flesh inside my cunt swell up to the point where I think I am going to burst.
My clit gets hard and erect and pulsates at the top of my vagina, demanding to be caressed.
My cunt juices start to flow wildly and I get all soupy down there between my legs.
In other words, my body automatically prepares itself to get fucked at the very sight of a jock strap.
I have one at home in my bedroom and sometimes I hold it up to my face when I jack myself off.
These guys were all wearing protective cups inside their jocks to keep there balls from getting hurt while they play.
They pulled these out and threw them aside. I know that they play "gas-mask" with them on the team bus when they travel to and from away games.
They all hitched down their pants and tugged down their jock straps.
All three of them already had erections and I was looking at three hard cocks all pointing directly at me.
I drop to my knees as if I am about to pray to the cock gods.
"So which one of you wants to get sucked off first?" I ask with a twinkle in my eye.
They are still trying to cope with the fact that I am so willing because they never thought of me acting like this.
Donny is the boldest, and the only one who is a senior, so he steps forward and volunteers to have his prick sucked first.
He approaches me and tries to stick his hard cock right in my mouth.
But I close my lips and don't let him. Everything must be done at my pace.
I work my fingers under the top of his pants and tug them down even further.
I pull the jock strap down at the same time and after a lot of tugging and wiggling of the hips, Donny's pants are down around his ankles.
I told him to stand with his legs more than shoulder-width apart, which he did without a peep of protest.
I put one hand between his legs, under his balls, and run my middle finger between the cheeks of his ass.
It is all hot and sweaty down there because he has just finished a really tough work-out.
I can smell the odor of his body. It fills my nostrils and I find it intoxicating.
I think it is the sexiest smell in the world. I know that sounds gross but I even love the smell of locker rooms.
There something about man sweat that gets me so horny I can hardly stand it.
I put my lips on Donny's balls and sucked his testicles one at a time.
He looks down at me with an expression of complete adoration on his face.
I can tell that he never suspected I could be such a hot chick.
Then I run the palm of my hand up and down the shaft of his hard-on, thrilled at how stiff and relentless it feels.
I know that when it comes time these three guys are going to fuck me like I have never been fucked before.
I stick out my tongue and begin to lick hard at the stem of his pole.
I love the way his cock looks. It is throbbing and the head is all purple.
The shaft has all of these blue veins, filled with blood, sticking out of it.
He places his hands gently on the top of my head and grips my scalp increasingly hard as he approaches orgasm.
I grip his cock and point the head toward my mouth. This time, of course, I do not keep my lips closed.
I open my mouth wide and place his thick engorged glans in my cheek, using my tongue to further stimulate his cock.
Then I push my head forward and force the entire length of his prick all the way into my throat.
He begins to move his hips at the same time and soon he is thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, using the entire length of his shaft with each surge.
He shoves his prick all the way into my mouth and throws back his head.
He arches his back and lets out a sound that reminds me of an insane person's laugh.
At that point the come begins to shoot out and my adam's apple has to work hard to swallow it all down before it spills out of my mouth, onto my lower lip and chin.
He relaxes after I have sucked all of the seed out of him and I quickly move on to the next jock.
I blow Paul and Tom in the-same manner and my belly feels full of their hot sweet semen.
INTERVIEW TWO
Tina was dressed in a more conventional manner for her second visit to my office.
She was wearing a new pair of jeans and practical shoes with low heels.
She wore a button-up blouse, and she kept the top two buttons unbuttoned so I could see the tops of her big round breasts.
I could tell she had enjoyed being so candid with me during her first visit.
I could tell that she was anxious to begin the second she sat down in the chair opposite my desk.
She sat on the edge of the chair, with her knees apart and she leaned forward, as if to emphasize the importance of her story.
She did not bother with preliminaries, but rather started in right where she left off.
After I finished giving all three of the boys blow jobs I had an idea which made my cunt begin to buzz wildly with desire.
"I want to do all three of you at the same time," I say, slowly rising to my feet from my kneeling position.
The three of them look at each other like they aren't sure exactly what I am talking about.
They turn to look at me and they have curious, dumbfounded expressions on their handsome faces.
"In other words," I explain patiently. "I want one of you to fuck me in the cunt, I want one of you to fuck me in the ass and I want the third to fuck my mouth. It's as simple as that."
Their faces broke into smiles and I could tell that they liked the idea very much.
"You guys are going to have to decide who gets to fuck what hole. I have no preference," I say turning up the corner of my mouth into a little half smile.
They shoot out fingers to determine who gets what hole.
When they are done it is decided that Paul is going to fuck me from the front while Donny takes the backdoor route. Tom gets another blow job, a fact which doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest.
"I always did want to take a chick up the old rocky road," Donny says, referring to the asshole he is about to fuck.
I quickly take off all of my clothes and stand nude before them.
I can tell they are all staring at my big tit. My nipples are sticking way out, a sure sign of my sexual arousal.
The insides of my thighs are shiny and soaking wet from the cunt juices that have spilled out of my pussy onto them.
Paul whips off his cleats and pulls the pants of his football uniform totally off.
The pads go flying through the air and fall haphazardly to the grassless ground.
He leaves his jersey on and I'm glad because
I just love the way these guys look in their big shoulder pads.
Once he is nude from the waist down he lies on his back with his knees together.
The simple thought of fucking me has made his cock get hard again.
In fact all three of them once again have erections by this time.
I get on top of Paul, placing one knee on either side of his hips.
I lay flat and grind my hips against his in a circular motion.
I love the feeling of his hard cock pressing against the insides of my thighs.
Then I lift up my hips and Paul reaches down so he can take his own cock in his hand.
He lifts his throbbing organ off of his belly and makes it stand up so the tip of it is pointing at my open cunt.
He is being a bit of a tease also, and he runs the head of his prick gently and slowly up and down my slit.
This makes me moan for joy and he laughs a little at the pleasure he is giving me.
But he doesn't stay a tease for very long. He gets right down to business.
He places his throbbing purple glans between the inner lips of my cunt and I begin to lower my hips down on it.
It fills my cunt completely and I gasp as I feel him sink in all the way.
We do not start our fucking motion yet. We must wait until all three have achieved penetration.
Until then we must stay perfectly still, so no one will be left out.
At that point I can feel Donny's hands on my round supple buttocks.
He is kneading the flesh on the cheeks of my ass like a baker kneading dough.
He pulls those cheeks apart and works a single finger into the crack.
He explores the space between my buttocks until he finds my asshole with his finger.
He flicks his fingertip across my sensitive anus and then pushes it a little inside my butt.
It makes my pussy quiver.
Then I can feel the weight of Donny's body on my back.
He is still holding my ass cheeks apart and I can feel the head of his prick running up and down the crack.
I have never been fucked in the ass before but I imagine it will be very nice.
The tip of his prick is pressing now on my asshole and he is pushing down with his hips, using a slow steady motion.
I can feel the ring of muscle around my asshole starting to stretch to allow his cock inside.
There is a little pain, but the pain is dwarfed by the intense pleasure I am getting out of being penetrated in both of my holes at the same time.
I can feel my sphincter grossly stretched out of shape as the head of Donny's cock sinks into my nether eye.
But he keeps up the steady pressure and he will not be satisfied until the entire length of his cock is inside my rectum.
He works his way in slowly, so I can appreciate it as he continues to reach new depths.
He is seeking my deepest, darkest core, and within a matter of seconds he finds it.
Once he is all the way inside my asshole, he too remains perfectly still so Tom can get into position.
Tom kneels at the head of the pile and points his cock toward my mouth.
I open wide and allow him to slip his prick all the way into my throat for the second time.
I feel as if they are making a sandwich and I am the meat inside.
I allow Tom to start thrusting his cock into my throat and that is the cue for the others to begin their fucking motions.
All hell breaks loose and I begin to come right away with amazing intensity.
I can tell that Donny and Paul can feel each other's cocks through the thin wall of flesh that separates my pussy walls from my bowels.
All three of them soon get their fucking in sink with one another, so they are all thrusting into me at the same time.
My orgasms are coming one right after the other with the rapidity of machine-gun fire.
It is even hard for me to tell when one orgasm ends and the next one begins.
I think my climaxes are overlapping, so there is no point when I am not coming.
And every orgasm is a little different from the one that preceded it.
Some of them are centered in my clit and some deep inside my pussy.
I even have a couple that seem to come from inside my ass, if that's possible.
I guess orgasm are a lot like snow flakes. They are all beautiful but no two are exactly the same.
Since I started off by sucking them all off, I know that it will take them a long time to shoot their second load.
That's okay by me, because I don't want the moment to ever end.
I feel like some sort of queen being attended to by slave studs.
I feel like the center of the universe, since three men are directing their attention solely on me.
I feel exhausted, as if I couldn't possibly have another orgasm, but their cocks continue to plow into me with all of the force of an erupting volcano.
Donny comes first and fills my bowels with his thick hump cream.
He pulls out of me and rolls off the pack which gives me added mobility.
I ride on Paul's cock as hard as I can and soon he too shoots his wad into my womb.
With Paul's cock still in my cunt I work really hard on Tom's prick and soon I swallow his load for the second time.
That is the end of my fantasy. And every time I have it, I come many time.
It makes me wonder if the imagination is truly more powerful than reality, or if I should try such a thing to see if it feels just as good as I think it will.
CONCLUSION
Tina is at a point in her life when her body is that of a woman's but her mind is still sixteen years old.
One can tell just by looking at her that her body is very mature and developed for her age.
She feels the same way, sensually, as an adult woman would.
Yet her fantasies still encompass those that she had as a little girl.
She may never be able to deny her desire for athletes as boyfriends, and going out with athletes is probably not a bad idea since she would no doubt have a lot in common with them.
I have instructed her, however to go out with boys one at a time, preferable not underneath the bleachers.
I suspect she will find romance and affection just as fulfilling as the pure sexual experience she has described.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Starr S. AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
The second Starr entered my office I could tell that she was imitating the bohemian lifestyle made popular by the beat generation in the fifties.
She was an eighties version of the beatnik, and I had no doubt even before she spoke to me that she enjoyed listening to the many new wave bands that play in clubs throughout Manhattan.
She has black hair, cut into a shag, with bangs in the front that almost cover her eyes.
She wears thick black eyeliner, and a lot of mascara. Her lips were painted bright red with lipstick.
She wore a black leather jacket with a lot of metal studs and chains on it.
She wore black straight-legged jeans that fit her very tight around the hips and the ankles.
She wore black high heel boots inside the bottoms of her pants.
Her voice was husky, and she tried right away to impress me with how tough and with it she was.
She slouched in her chair, with her knees open and her shoulders hunched.
She chain-smoked cigarettes throughout the interview and by the time she was through the ash tray next to the patients chair was filled with lipstick stained butts.
She was a very attractive girl, in spite of her unfeminine manner, with a well-shaped body and a pretty face.
I could not tell, during our first meeting, if she was putting on an act, or if she truly believed in the persona she was projecting.
I feel kind of fucked up, Doc, and even though I think all this head shrinking is bullshit, I figured maybe you could help a little bit.
You don't have to give me any advice if you don't want to.
I think just talking about it and getting it off of my chest will help.
I guess I should start by telling you a little bit about myself.
I'm like a mod, you know. I only hang around with really modern people.
I guess I must have always looked old for my age or something but I've been going to bars downtown ever since I was fourteen. Never once did anyone ask me to show proof of my age.
That is either an indication of my bitchin' body, or the kind of place I hang out in.
My problem involves this group I really like. Their called Drip Anus and they play around a lot of the clubs.
Every time they appear anywhere I am there and I get there early so I can be right in front of the stage when they play.
You probably never heard of them but they got this song call "My Baby's Like My Beer (They're Both Flat)" which is really hot.
The problem is that I am one of their biggest fans but they never pay any attention to me.
You would think that by now that would have incited me back stage to blow coke or something.
I mean, just to be polite, they should recognize me. But they are much too cool.
They've got this lead singer named Rod Erecto that knocks me out.
Seriously, I think I am in love with this cat. But he won't even look at me when he's playing.
I even like tore off my underwear once and threw them up on the stage and all he did was kick them aside.
The guy is cool! Well, Doc, I have been having these fantasies lately about me and Rod.
I really get off on the fantasies, you know, and like I jerk myself off while I'm having them and shit, but afterwards I always feel shitty because I suspect they can never come true.
I guess I should tell you all about my fantasies so you can understand better.
I gotta tell you, Rod is like the best looking guy I have ever seen.
He's got long blonde hair that falls down over his shoulders and he wears these gold shirts that he doesn't button up so I can see all of his blonde chest hair.
His pants are so tight I just KNOW he doesn't wear any underwear.
I get up so close I can see the outline of his cock and his balls inside his pants.
I can tell that when he puts those pants on he has to decide which leg to put his cock in, you know.
The cat is hung like a horse and I get all achy and wet in my cunt whenever I look at him.
Believe it or not, I still live with my folks in Brooklyn. Drag city.
I got my own room because my sister went away to college so it's great when I've got to jack off.
All I have to do is shut the bedroom door and lock it and I am free to do whatever I please.
Usually I take off all of my clothes when I masturbate, but sometimes, if I'm in a hurry, I just hitch down my drawers and work over my clit until I come.
When I fantasize about Rod, I fuckin' get nude, because I want to really explore my own capabilities for pleasure.
So I get naked and lay on my bed with my legs open. I fondle my breasts and run my finger up and down my slit until I'm all slippery down there, and I go into a fantasy world that almost seems real.
I am in this club called Rocks Off and, of course, I am right in front of the stage looking up at Rod singing his songs.
I have my elbows on the stage and the music is so loud you can't hear anything else.
Just the vibrations from those big speakers gets me horny. I guess those vibrations go right to my clit or something.
Well, the whole time Rod is singing, he's looking right down into my eyes.
His eyes are a crystal blue color and make my heart want to melt right on the spot.
At the end of one of his songs, he walks up to the edge of the stage and reaches down with his hand.
I put my hand in his and he pulls me up so I am standing next to him.
He leans over and gives me a little kiss on the ear that sends a shiver throughout my entire body.
I can feel goose-bumps forming all over my skin. He nibbles on my earlobe a little and then he sticks his tongue in my ear.
At the same time he exhales and I feel his hot breath go into my ear.
I can feel my cunt juices flowing all out of control by that time and making a wet spot in the front of my panties.
"I want you to blow me," he whispers in my ear. The crowd likes the fact that he is putting moves on me in front of them.
They start to clap their hands together rhythmically to urge him on.
"Right here, in front of everybody," I say, with a cute little smile on my face.
"Absolutely. If you're good, I'll take you home with me tonight, little girl'"
Well talk about getting an offer you can't refuse!
I drop to my knees immediately and he turns sideways to the audience so everyone will be able to see me sucking him off.
I unsnap thr snap at the top of his skin tight pants and pull down the fly.
I can already see his short and curly blonde pubic hair, and I can see that his cock is getting hard at the thought of me giving him a blow job.
I work my fingers under the top of his pants and try to tug them down.
But those pants are so tight I have to peel them down, which I do.
His long thick cock pops out and points directly toward my face. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever see.
I continue to roll down his pants until they are all the way down around his ankles.
The crowd lets out a huge cry when they see the rock star's cock.
I begin to kiss him on the insides of his thighs, working my way up toward his dangling balls.
Then I kiss his balls tenderly and he lets out a sigh that tells me he digs it
Wow, I get all soupy down in my cunt just talking about this shit, I swear.
Imagine me giving a blow job to Rod Erecto in front of a packed nightclub!
I inhale through my nose and I can smell the musky odor of his balls.
His scent only turns me on all the more and I start licking his balls and gently scratching my fingernails across the base of them.
I put my lips on the sack that holds his testicles and I suck on it a little bit.
It tastes salty and good and I suck on that sack in different spots until his balls are all wet.
Then I stick my tongue out and start to lap at the shaft of his prick.
I can hear him breathing loud and the band starts to play.
The drummer is into it and lays out a nasty beat. The bass player joins in and then the lead guitar.
They are playing music to give blow jobs by and my clit is throbbing so hard I feel like it is going to fall off unless I get some relief.
I can put both of my hands on his cock, one above the other, and he still has a couple of inches sticking out.
I open my mouth and take the head of his prick into it softly.
I start to suck on his glans but this doesn't satisfy him.
He puts his hands on the back of my neck and starts to fuck my mouth as hard as he can, driving that long prick all the way in.
The music increases with intensity the same as the motion of his hips.
I cup one hand under his balls and give them a little squeeze every time he drives forward into me.
I can feel my heart pounding wildly and I am breathing as hard as I can through my nose.
He is fucking me with such a frenzy that I can tell he is about to come.
I open my throat all the way and he screams with delight.
He shoots his sperm into my throat and I drink it right down. I want to give him the best blow job he ever had so he will take me home with him.
I suck on him until his climax is over. Then I pull my mouth off and lick his cock clean.
When that is done I stand up and he pulls up his pants.
"Did I pass the test?" I ask him, pressing my tits up against him.
"With flying colors," he says and I almost come because I know I am going home with Rod Erecto.
INTERVIEW TWO
Starr was dressed in the exact same outfit when she came to see me for the second time a week later. , I suspected correctly that her entire wardrobe was made up of clothes exactly like she was wearing.
It was her chosen uniform and it would never have occurred to her to go out wearing anything else.
She seemed to trust me more during her second visit. She seemed less hostile and she smoked fewer cigarettes.
She sat up in her chair, although she still kept her knees spread apart.
She picked up her fantasy right where she had left off.
Remember I was telling you about my fantasy about this rock star I love?
Yeah, well, I had just finished giving him a blow job on stage.
After I was done he told me to wait backstage for him while he finished the show.
When I got back there, there were all of these hunky roadies blowing herb so I got high with them and waited.
Those roadies gave me the sex eye but I wouldn't have anything to do with them except smoke their pot.
I was Rod's date for the night and I wasn't going to fuck it up by fooling around with the hired help.
When the show was over Rod came backstage, took me by the hand and in a flash we were out on the street hailing a cab.
We went directly to his pad. We even necked for a while in the back of the cab.
He lives in a big loft in Soho which, in my imagination is the wildest pad I have ever seen.
Like there are manikin legs hanging from the ceiling and there is a moose's head hangin' on the wall and shit like that.
So we go in there and he's still got ahold of my hand.
"Well, you got me here," I say a little on the cocky side.
"Now what are you going to do with me?" He smiled at me.
'I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk anymore," he says.
"I dare you to try it," I say and give him a little wink.
"Get nude and get on the bed," He says as if I am his slave and he is my slavemaster.
I quickly take off all of my clothes and get on the bed. I turn my legs toward him and spread my legs so he can see my pussy lips part.
He licks his own lips and slowly takes off his own clothes.
The mere sight of me naked has got his cock erect and throbbing once again.
As he approaches me his prick is bobbing up and down like it's dancing.
He quickly puts a record on the sound system and the huge loft is filled with pure rock beat sound.
He grabs me by the thighs and pushes my knees way back so they are on either side of my head.
Then he thrusts his face into my cunt and starts licking that pink slash with his incredibly long tongue.
He licks my asshole and works his tongue right up into my bowels.
I am ready to come already, it feels so good! He fucks both my ass and my cunt with his tongue and then rolls the tip of it all around my clit without actually touching it.
He knows that if he makes me wait for my orgasm it will be more intense.
"Oh, baby, your cunt tastes so good," he says, all out of breath from the passion he is feeling.
"Then lick it. Eat me. Eat my cunt. Make me COME!" I shout.
He flicks his tongue across my clit as hard and fast as he can.
I can feel all of my muscles go tight at the same time and my mouth falls open.
I can tell I am on the verge of orgasm and I know he can tell that too.
At the last possible moment he wraps his lips around my little clit erection.
He begins to suck on my little man in the boat while flicking his tongue over it at the same time.
I burst into the best come I have ever had and my whole body turns into hot jello.
He pressed down on the backs of my thighs and my knees pressed into the bed next to my ears.
My mouth was as far open as it could go and I was gasping for air.
My eyes filled with tears of joy which rolled down my smooth cheeks.
He sucked my clit until my orgasm was over, and the afterglow had set in.
Then he pulled his face out of flash flood cooze and prepared to mount me.
He leaned his weight on the backs of my thighs so my knees stayed in their contorted position.
He is so dominating at this point in the fantasy. He knows I will do anything to serve him.
He knows I will do anything to give him the pleasure he needs.
His cock is standing at attention and sticking out straight in front of his hips.
He positions his body so that the head of his cock is directly above my pulsating fuck hole.
He thrusts downward with his hips and drives that throbbing pole all the way up into my cunt.
And he starts to fuck me so hard I believe that I may not be able to walk when he is done with me.
It is the biggest cock I have ever taken and I come almost immediately from the sensation of being totally filled up.
I can see raw determination on his face. He is concentrating solely on fucking me as hard and long as he possibly can.
"Your cunt is so tight," he says in his passion. "I love the way your cunt hugs my cock when I fuck you."
"Then fuck me, Rod. Fuck me as hard as you can. I don't care if you tear my cunt open. I don't care if you make me bleed!" I shout at him and he grins.
I come many times before he finally shoots his load inside me.
After he has his orgasm, he slowly pulls his cock out of my cunt and allows me to lower my legs.
My desire in insatiable by this time. Even though I have had many orgasms, I want more.
Before he has a chance to get too far away I grab his hand and pull him toward me.
I drop to my knees in front of him just like
I did at the nightclub.
His cock is half erect when I take it in my mouth, but after a few minutes of sucking it, it gets hard as a rock once again.
I get on my elbows and knees on the floor of his loft. I fold my arms under my head and stick my ass up in the air so he can take me from the rear.
I think he is going to fuck my cunt but I am wrong. Dead wrong.
He runs the tip of his cock between the cheeks of my ass until the head is pressing against my asshole.
"Yes, Rod," I scream, realizing what he is doing. "Fuck my asshole! Plow that big cock of yours deep into my bowels!"
And that's exactly what he does. With a couple of quick violent thrusts of his hips he works that long thick shaft all the way up my asshole.
I can feel my bowels stretching to accommodate him and the ring of muscle around my asshole smarts but feels good at the same time.
He fucks my ass and reaches around and diddles my clit at the same time
He makes me come quite a few times in this manner before he shoots his third load of the night, this time into my bowels.
CONCLUSION
I have explained to Starr that this is a relatively harmless fantasy and she shouldn't let it disturb her.
The reason it is so harmless is that it starts with the man making the first move.
There is no way that this fantasy can ever culminate in the real thing unless Rod is willing to make the first move.
This isn't likely. I think that if it was going to happen, it would have happened by now.
I think that the fact that Rod has ignored Starr up to this point is more an indication of his reluctance toward underage girls rather than his lack of desire for her.
I think that it is fine for teenage girls to have crushes on show business stars.
I expect that Starr and Rod will remain fan and singer, and that is as far as the relationship will ever go.
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Michele G. AGE: Eighteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Michele entered my office for the first time taking short nervous steps. She looked pale and timid. I could tell right away that whatever was bothering her had made her lose not only sleep but some of her appetite.
She has long, wave black hair that goes well past her shoulders down her back.
Her fingers are long and thin, and her nails are finely manicured, but she wears no polish on them.
Her voice is meek and wee and I had to adjust the tape recorder to make sure her voice was being recorded properly.
She has a strange accent which I couldn't immediately identify.
I later learned that the accent was due mostly to her father's foreign birth, rather than her own.
She spoke exclusively French while living in Brooklyn until she was old enough to go to school.
This fact still affects the way she pronounces some words.
She is a very thin girl, without an ounce of fat anywhere on her body.
Her breasts are on the smallish side but are firm and ride high on her chest.
When she appeared for her first interview she was wearing a pair of high heel boots over brown corduroy pants, and a tan button-up blouse.
Her hips protrude in the rear in a not unattractive way and she has the hesitant yet graceful manner of a wild baby animal.
I found it hard at first to adjust to the words I was hearing coming through the medium of that tiny voice.
Doctor, I have this strange fantasy that I have to tell you about.
At first it didn't bother me very much, but lately I've been thinking about it more and more and I'm afraid it's going to become an obsession.
I think about it at night, and that makes me feel guilty, so I can't sleep, and I end up thinking about it all the more.
I haven't been able to keep anything in my stomach for a solid week.
I think I'm about to turn into a pervert or something and that thought scares the shit out of me.
All I can think about is what my mother and father would think about if they knew the filthy things I think about.
My parents are separated, but they both love me very much, and I know they both want me to be a good girl.
But how can I tell them that I've been good when I keep having these disgusting daydreams.
Not only do I have the disgusting daydreams, but they make me very horny and I just have to touch myself in an impure manner.
I can't even tell my boyfriend about it, because I'm afraid he'll think I'm a sickie too.
You're the only one I can talk to doctor. I have to confess all of this to someone.
I'm a nervous wreck. You've just got to help me right away.
Okay, I guess I'll just get it over with and tell you what my fantasy is.
The sooner I get the words out the sooner this awful weight will be off of my shoulders.
My fantasy starts when I am on my way to my boyfriend's apartment in Brooklyn.
His name is Allan and he lives in the Park Slope section, only a couple of blocks away from Prospect Park.
He is quite a few years older than me. He's graduated from college and has a job in Manhattan as a bookkeeper.
He makes enough money at his job so he can afford to live alone in a one bedrrom apartment with his dog.
His dog is a huge German Shepherd named Big Mike.
I still live with my mother in the Bensonhurst section of Brooklyn, so it is a long ride on the F-train to Park Slope each time I want to go see Allan.
My mother is pretty hip and knows what's going on, so she never says anything if I spend the night with him.
She says I'm a legal adult now and my sex life is my own business.
I think that is a pretty cool attitude for a mother to have.
Allan and I have a pretty healthy sex life, actually. Certainly nothing to complain about. I guess we fuck about three times a week.
I can't use loneliness as an excuse for my fantasy. It must be caused by something really sick and perverted deep inside of me.
Anyway, in my fantasy, on the F-train I am very horny, and I decide right then and there that I want to do something really kinky when I get to Allan's.
When I arrive I have something in mind and I wonder if he will go for it.
"Hi, Michele," he says cheerfully and kisses me on the lips with a big wet smack.
"Hi, Sweetie-pie," I sing back at him and plop onto the living room couch.
Big Mike comes galloping over to me and licks me all over my face.
Big Mike and I are buddies. I think he thinks I live there. I mean I'm there pretty frequently.
"What do you want to do tonight?" Allan asks me settling himself down on the couch so close to me that the sides of our thighs are touching.
"I want to do something different. I want to do something that will make me feel very naughty!"
"Did you have anything specifically in mind?" he asks me, slipping his arm around my shoulder.
Allan is a very good looking guy. He's bright and witty, and I consider myself very lucky to have him as my boyfriend. We have been going steady for six months now so we feel pretty comfortable in each other's company.
He is tall and has sandy blonde hair. He was a jock in college, and even though he doesn't work out anymore, he's kept his fine body.
"How would you like to shave off all of my body hair?" I say, hoping that he won't be grossed out by the idea.
But his reaction is exactly the opposite of what I expect.
His big green eyes light up and he nods enthusiastically.
"All of it?" he says quickly, wanting to know if that means shaving my pussy too.
"All of it. I would even like to have the hair on my head shaved off except I know that would make me cold when I go outside."
"Are you sure you trust me that much. I will have to have a pretty steady hand to get all of your nooks and crannies."
"I trust you. I know you have a very steady hand. Besides, you have that straight razor like the ones they use in barber shops."
He thought about this for a moment and his forehead was creased from deep thought.
Then the concentration in his face disappeared and his face broke into a big smile.
He flashed two sets of straight, pearly white teeth, and I could tell he was going to do it.
I could feel my cunt start to throb at the very thought of having all of my pubies shaved off.
I could tell I was starting to get moist down there, because I could feel a wet spot I was making in the front of my panties.
My clit and my nipples became erect and I felt an ache in my loins at the thought of what was about to happen.
"Where would you like to do it?" I ask him, tilting my head a little to one side.
"I guess I'll cover the bed with towels and we can do it there where you will be the most comfortable," he says.
I quickly stand up and make my way into the bedroom. Allan's room is definitely male.
He has pictures of his favorite baseball players, and favorite boxers all over his walls since those are his two favorite sports.
I stood at the foot of the bed with my hands clasped in front of me and my feet together and watched as he put towels all over the top of his bed.
Then I move so that I am lying on top of the towels. I lay still and wait for Allan to undress me.
First he tugs off both of my boots and sets them at the foot of the bed neatly next to each other facing in the same direction.
He pulls off my sock and tickles the bottoms of my feet a little, which makes me giggle and wiggle my toes at him.
He moves up closer to the head of the bed and begins to unbutton my shirt.
I move my arms so he can un-tuck the shirt and pull it over my shoulders.
He takes the shirt to the closet and hangs it up on a hanger.
He can be a real slob with his own shit but he always hangs my stuff up nice.
It's very considerate of him and a sign that he doesn't take me for granted.
He lets his fingertips roll over my nipples a little which sends a shiver of raw pleasure up and down my spine.
The his fingers work quickly and he unsnaps the snap at the top of my pants and unzips the fly.
I lift my hips off so he can tug down my pants and my panties at the same time.
I lift my knees up and point my toes so he can slip them off over my legs.
I am laying there nude before me and I can tell by the look on his face that he is going to enjoy shaving me very much.
There is a lump in the crotch of his jeans that betrays how much he desires me.
He goes into the bathroom and returns with a basin of hot water, some heated shaving cream and his straight razor, which I heard him sharpening in the bathroom.
He sets the basin of water and the cream on the bed next to me and starts with my legs.
His touch is sure and confident, and I try to keep as still as possible as he shaves my legs, feeling little rushes of pleasure in my cunt as he does the area on the insides of my thighs.
But he doesn't do the hair on my pussy yet. I can tell that he wants to save that for last.
He makes me stick up my arms and he soaps me up on my armpits and quickly shaves me clean there.
He instructs me to roll over on my belly and I know that he is going to shave the hair that grows between the cheeks of my ass.
This thought makes me very horny and I can feel the cunt juices starting to flow like crazy in my quim.
I can tell, as I lay on my tummy, that I am making a wet spot on the towel beneath my pussy.
I shudder when I feel his long strong fingers touch my buttock.
With one hand he pulls open those supple tender cheeks and with the other he applies the warm cream all up and down the crack, putting a little extra around my asshole, which feels so good I moan deeply.
Then I feel the cold steel blade sliding up and down that hypersensitive area and I try to relax my muscles as much as I can but I'm so horny that it is very difficult to stay still.
I feel like gyrating my hips but I know that he might cut me if I do, and I can only imagine how much that would hurt.
Big Mike runs into the room and jumps on the bed, sticking his tongue in my ear.
Allan yells at him and he leaps off the bed and sits down next to it keeping his eye on me.
I have my eye on him to because he is an integral part of the second half of my fantasy.
When all of the hair between the cheeks of my ass has been shaved clean, Allan tells me to roll over, which I do immediately.
I know the big moment has arrived, and my muscles go tight at the thought of that sharp razor sliding all around the lips of my cunt.
I feel like I am going to come as Allan smears the warm soap all over my crotch.
He starts by shaving the little line of hair that grows between my bush and my navel and then shaves off the inverted triangle of hair that grows just above my slit.
His finger tips touch my cunt lips and I let out a sharp groan.
It is everything I can possibly do to keep still during this part of the shave, since I have this tremendous urge to writhe around.
He shaves the hair on either side of my outer cunt lips so slowly it is like ecstatic agony, if that makes any sense.
Then it is over and I no longer have any hair on my body except for the stuff that grows out of my scalp.
I feel like a new born baby, innocent, but somehow wild.
"Well, that was pretty kinky," Allan says, carrying away the stuff back into the bathroom. I hear him shout, "So what do you want to do next?"
"Have you got any honey?" I shout back, running my own fingers over my tits, because I'm so horny I can't stop from touching myself.
"What do you need honey for?" he shouts back, and then I hear his footsteps as he approaches the bedroom.
"I want you to smear honey on my cunt and then I want Big Mike to lick it off."
With that Allan stops in his tracks and throws back his head. He roars with laughter.
INTERVIEW TWO
When Michele appeared for her second interview I had a pretty good idea where her fantasy was going to lead.
I know knew why she seemed so pale and anemic, and why she was so afraid she was going to become a pervert.
To my surprise Michele managed a little smile for me before she began to speak.
She seemed a lot more comfortable than she did the first time, and I even noticed a little color in her cheeks.
This was probably because she had gotten over her fear of me, a common problem with patients who come to see me for the first time.
She was dressed in a similar outfit and her voice was louder and sounded more assured than it had before.
I did not have to adjust the tape recorder this time since she spoke loud enough for it to pick up her voice clearly.
She sat with her knees together and her hands folded in her lap as she began the second interview.
In my fantasy, Allan gets off on the idea of having his dog eat my cunt.
I don't suppose he would react that way in real life, which is one of the major things that has been bugging me.
But in my fantasy he immediately runs off to the kitchen and opens three cupboard doors before he finds the jar of honey.
"Does Big Mike like honey?" I ask with my eyes wide open and my eyebrows arched.
"I haven't got the vaguest idea. I guess we'll find out," he says.
I can feel cool air on my cunt. For the first time in many years there isn't a little pad of fur there to warm that spot.
I know that it will feel very good when Allan smears the honey on my cunt.
"Get your weight up on the small of you back so I can put a little honey around your asshole too," Allan says.
Big Mike seems to know that we are talking about him. He stands up and begins to wag his tail attentively.
Allan sits on the edge of the bed and slowly unscrews the cap to the honey jar.
When the lid is off he licks it and smiles to himself.
"I like honey. Maybe I should lick it off of you," he says.
"Maybe later, sweetie," I say and we both giggle at how naughty we are being.
He dips three fingers into the jar and twists them around slowly.
Then he pulls out a big glob of honey and twists his fingers a little more so that none of it will drip off his fingers.
He places those sticky fingers on my shaved pubic bone and I can't help but raise my ass up off the bed, it feels so good.
He runs the sticky, golden honey up and down my slit sensuously.
He pulls my cunt lips apart and pushes some of the honey up inside of me.
He puts extra honey on my clit because he knows that's where I like to get get eaten the most.
Then Allan put some honey all around my tight little puckered asshole.
He used his forefinger to push a little of the sticky stuff up inside this hole also.
Then he picked up the jar and the lid and stood at the foot of the bed to watch the action.
At that point I pat my hand, palm down on the bed next to me.
"Come here, Big Mike. Come here, boy. Get up here. Jump right up here," I say, looking at the animal with my eyes twinkling.
Big Mike does not hesitate. He leaps enthusiastically up on the bed with his whole hind quarters wagging happily.
Then he starts to sniff and he can tell he is sniffing something good.
He sticks his nose against the flat plain of my belly and works his way downward toward my crotch.
His black nose is wet and cold and I can't help but think about what a healthy puppy he is.
He's only a year old and he still is a baby. He has a lot of enthusiasm and I know that that will show once he starts to lick my cunt.
Finally he gets all four of his paws between my open thighs and he finds what he is looking for.
He lays down with his front paws next to his head facing my crotch and begins to gobble at the honey.
I can't describe how delicious all of this feels in my fantasy.
His long wet hot pink doggie tongue is between the cheeks of my ass going for the honey around my asshole first.
I can feel my muscles tighten as he works his tongue up into my nether eye, to get the honey that Allan shoved up in there.
I bend at the waist and prop two pillow up under my head so I can see better.
I lift up my knees and spread my legs as far open as they will go.
My feet are flay on the bed and my little toes are all curled under.
I reach down and scratch Big Mike behind the ears as he happily laps the honey off of my anus.
When all of that honey is gone he moves his tongue up and starts to lick at the outer lips of my cunt.
I can feel the tension in my loins growing in leaps and bounds at this point and I can already tell that Big Mike is going to make me come the second he starts to lick my cunt.
I don't want to jerk my torso too violently because I'm afraid he will get skitterish and hop off the bed.
His incredibly long tongue discovers that there is honey up inside my fuck hole and he starts to go after it.
I reach down and pull my inner lips far open so he can get that doggie tongue all the way up inside me.
I can't help but life my hips up off the bed. My head and my feet are supporting all of my weight as I arch my back sharply.
He cleans all of the honey out of my pussy hole and works his tongue further up toward my clit.
It's as if he knows he is giving me pleasure by doing this.
That is how much enthusiasm he shows as he laps at my clit with long strokes.
My mouth falls open and I can feel my insides explode into an incredible orgasm.
He continued to lick at my clit and at the honey above my slit on my shaved pubic bone and I collapse on the bed, with a hot wonderful afterglow filling my entire body.
CONCLUSION
Fantasies of bestiality experiences are more common than the layman might think.
It is not uncommon for people to fantasize about, or even act out sex acts with pet animals.
Pets are humanized from the very time we bring them into our homes.
We talk to them like people, and generally think they have the same psychology as people.
Therefore it is not difficult for people to generally think of their pets as possible sex partners.
I have always had the belief that any sex act is okay as long as it doesn't cause any harm to any of the participants.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
SUBJECT: Judy Ann P. AGE: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Judy Ann is a sparkling little blonde with a bounce to her step and a twinkle in her eye.
One would have thought when looking at her when she first entered my office, that she didn't have a trouble in the world.
Since it was summer when she came to see me, she was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans.
They were cut very short and when she turned her back to me I could see the bottoms of her buttocks.
I could tell that she wasn't shy about her body. She also wore a white tee-shirt with no bra underneath.
She wore no socks, and a pair of white sneakers with a baby blue fluffy ball on each toe.
Her eys were the same shade of blue and seemed very excited the entire time she was talking to me.
Her hair was straight and cut short into a pixie cut.
As she sat down in the chair across from my desk she pulled her feet up and sat cross-legged.
She spoke very quickly, as if she was in a big hurry to get her whole story out at the same time.
Her face was very cute and innocent looking, and I could tell that the whole concept of anxiety was brand new to her.
She had the mannerisms and appearance of a girl who had grown up without ever having anything to worry about.
Doctor, I have to tell you all about what's been bothering me. I can't keep it all inside anymore. I just have to let it all out.
You've got to tell me that I'm not a sick-o or a lesbian or whatever.
I always thought I was kind of on the normal side until recently when I started having these fantasies, and now I don't know what I am or what I want.
I feel like you have to be really weird to think about the things I think about.
I hope you can help me stop having these disgusting thoughts, so I can learn to live with myself again.
I'll start by telling you a little bit about myself so you can put everything sort of in perspective.
I grew up with my Mommy and Daddy in lily-white suburbia.
I have two brothers and one sister and we all live in a two story house on one of those winding suburban streets where all of the trees are too young to cast any shade and all of the houses look pretty much the same, except some are painted different colors and some are backwards, you know?
Ever since I was little I have shared my room with my sister Connie, since there are only three bedrooms in the house and my folks get one and my brothers get the other.
My sister Connie is a year older than me. I'm a junior in high school and she is a senior.
Next year she is going to go away to college so I get the room all to myself for awhile.
Maybe that will be the end of my problems. God, I hope so.
I'll be the first to admit that I don't know very much about sex.
I mean, I've had a couple of boyfriends, and I've done everything but, if you know what I mean.
What I'm saying is that I'm a virgin. One of the last on earth, I suspect.
I still have that crazy dream that I should save myself for a boy that really loves me.
The trouble is that since I don't have a sex life to speak of, I have no outlet for the urges I feel.
I swear it gets worse every day. I think it isn't any fair that my body keeps pleading for sex when my mind tells me that I'm not ready to take on that kind of responsibility.
As you might suspect, I masturbate a lot. I know that I'm not going to get acne all over my body, and I know hair isn't going to grow on my palms and I know I'm not going to go blind if I touch my pussy and make myself come.
That doesn't worry me. It feels good and it's gotten to the point where it is a necessity.
I swear sometimes I lay awake at night staring at the ceiling and the ache in my crotch is so bad that I know I'll never get to sleep unless I give myself an orgasm.
Since my sister is in the next bed, I always have to go into the bathroom to do it because I would be embarrassed if she knew I was jacking off.
She has a boyfriend with whom she has sex with all the time so I know such things aren't necessary for her.
My problem is that I think about Connie when I touch myself.
I think about how nice it would be if we were touching each other so we could share our physical pleasure just like we share everything else.
It makes me feel really weird when I think about her in that way, and I guess that's the crux of my problem.
Let me tell you in detail about my favorite fantasy so you can see exactly what I mean by all this. This probably sounds really peculiar, right?
I am laying in bed and my sister Connie is on her bed on the other side of the room.
The lights are out but neither of us can get to sleep so we're talking about stuff.
This happens sometimes and we get into all sorts of heavy subjects.
In my fantasy the subject naturally gets around to sex.
We talk in whispers because we don't want the folks to know that we are still awake.
"Connie, what's it like having sex with a boy?" I ask, with a curious tone in my voice.
"Judy Ann, it is the greatest pleasure a woman can know. I can't understand why you are saving yourself this way. It seems like you are just denying yourself one of the basic joys of life. I mean life is too short to waste time by being a virgin."
"But how do men touch you? How do they give you pleasure?"
"Why don't you come over here and I'll show you," she says.
She looks a lot like me only she's a little taller. We both have basically the same shape.
With the exception of shoes we can wear all of each other's clothes.
In my fantasy we are both wearing thin white nightgowns.
"Are you going to touch me like a man would, so I can understand better?"
"I'm going to try. It seems a shame that the only person who can make you come is you. Let me do it for you and it will feel ten times as good."
I toss back the covers and throw my legs over the side of the bed.
I pad on my bare feet over to Connie's side of the bedroom and stand next to her bed looking down at her.
At that moment I think she is the sexiest creature in the world and I can already feel the ache in my pussy starting up just thinking about the way she is going to touch me.
"Come on, climb under the covers with me," she says, pulling back the blankets a little so I can crawl underneath them with her.
I slide in next to her and it feels good and warm from her body heat under there.
I lay on my back and she turns on her side facing me. Her breasts are brushing against my upper arm and I can feel that her nipples are erect.
There is a tone in her voice that lets me know that she is looking forward to this just as much as I am.
I can feel both of her hands gently touching my cheeks and I raise my chin up a little.
Her face comes ever closer to mine and before I know it her full lips are pressing down over my mouth.
They are the softest, most sensuous pair of lips I have ever felt.
She moves them deliciously and then, at the same time, we part our lips and gently touch the tips of our tongues together.
Since she is playing the man in our little game she is the aggressor.
She plunges her tongue deep in my mouth and I slowly roll my tongue all around it.
Then I wrap my lips around her tongue and suck on it for a little while which makes her moan softly.
Her hand is on my breasts and she is rolling her fingers over that nipple, pinching and pulling at it gently through the thin material of my nightgown.
After a long passionate kiss she pulls her lips away from mine and begins to nibble on my earlobe.
She breaths hot sweet breath into my ear which makes goose bumps form all over my body.
Then she sticks her tongue in my ear and I shiver with absolute delight.
"Why don't we get out of these nightgowns," Connie says. "There is no greater pleasure than lying naked close with another person."
We quickly pull our nightgowns up over our heads and drop them silently to the floor next to the bed.
Connie rolls over on top of me and moves her body so that our nipples rub together.
She gyrates her hips and grinds them downward onto mine.
I can feel the ache in my cunt growing rapidly and I can tell that I will have many orgasms before my beautiful older sister is through with me.
She is experienced in the ways of sex and she knows just what to do to give me the ultimate pleasure.
Then she rolls off of me for a second and lowers her head so she can kiss my tits.
She fondles one with her dainty hand as she kisses the other one.
She gets my erect nipple in her mouth and begins to suck on it gloriously, which makes it protrude even further and sends little ripples of joy pulsating throughout my torso.
She licks at that nipple and then gets the hard rosy little bud between her upper and lower teeth.
She nips at that nipple, which hurts a little but feels great at the same time.
She pulls that nipple out and then lets it snap back into place.
She repeats the process with the other nipple and then her hands begin to wander.
She places her fingertips gently on the inside of my thigh.
This makes me open up my legs as far as they will go, and I raise my knees up a little.
"Let me pull off the covers," she says. "I don't want anything to get in the way of our freedom of movement."
She whips the covers right off of the bed so now I can look down and see our naked similar bodies lying close together in the dark.
The only light in the room is coming from the streetlight outside the window but it is enough so that we can see the outlines of each other's bodies.
She kissed my neck and gave me a little love bite there, which made me squirm and moan.
Her fingertips were at that point back on the inside of ray thigh, creeping ever closer to the moist delta where my thighs come together.
I can feel my cunt juices filling my pussy. They are spilling down over my buttocks and onto the sheet below my hips.
And then she touches my cunt lips and my hips snap upward and my mouth falls open.
"Shhh," Connie says. "You have to try to be very quiet. We don't want the folks hearing what we're doing, do we?"
I know that what she says is true. I can tell that I will have to bite my bottom lip a lot to keep from screaming out.
Her fingers on my pussy lips now and she is gliding them up and down.
Her fingers move easily because I am very slippery down there.
She is gentle and careful not to scratch me with her long nails.
My sister has very long fingernails and she keeps them polished a deep-red color.
"I am going to go down on you now, so I can show you what it feels like when a man eats your cunt."
"Okay. Do it very slowly. I want to rise to climax so slow that it hurts."
"Sure. Anything you want little sister. Your wish is my command."
"You're so good to me. I can't believe you are going through all of this trouble just to give me pleasure."
"Consider it a learning experience. You will be better your first time with a man if you have some idea what to expect."
"Maybe I can find a way to pay you back when you are through with me," I say with a tone in my voice that communicates my willingness to please her as well.
"Perhaps," she said just as sexily. "There will be plenty of time for us to explore the possibilities."
She moves down on the bed and lays on her belly so that her head is between my thighs.
I open my legs a little further and her tits are hanging down and brushing against the sheets She had herself propped up on a her elbows and began to shower my thighs with tiny peck kisses.
She used her teeth to nip playfully at my upper thighs.
She ran the palms of her hands up my belly and onto my breasts.
She squeezed both of my tits at the same time and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan that I knew only she could hear.
It was more like a purring noise from the back of my throat than a moan.
But now she is lowering her face toward my open pussy.
I watch closely as her tongue comes out of her mouth and the point is sharp.
She touches the tip of her tongue to my outer cunt lip on the left and runs it slowly up and down.
I want to tell you, Doctor, it feels better than anything I have ever felt before.
She continues to squeeze my tits as she runs the very tip of her tongue all the way around my cunt, making my outer cunt lips all wet from her saliva.
"Your pussy tastes very sweet," Connie says to me. I can hear that she is breathing hard. I know she is very aroused.
I can hear my own heart beating wildly at that moment. It feels like it is ready to beat its way right out of my chest.
Her fingers now pull my cunt lips apart and she says, "You don't have your cherry."
"I know," I say. "I lost it while jacking off once. The itch of desire became so great that I just had to plunge my fingers inside myself."
"You mean you tore your own hymen away with your hand?"
"Yes."
"Didn't that hurt?" she asks me looking up at me with an expression on her face of deep concern.
"Yes. A little. I mean I was so worked up at the time that I couldn't help myself and I have to admit that it felt great once my fingers got all the way up inside," I say to her.
"Didn't you bleed?" She still can't believe it. I am pleased because I think I am shocking her.
"A little. But I was in the shower at the time. Whatever blood there was was washed immediately down the drain."
"Aren't you worried that the first time you have sex with a man he won't believe you when you tell him you are a virgin?"
"I never though about that. I guess if he really loves me he will not only believe me but it won't make any difference to him if I'm a virgin or not."
"I guess you've got a point. There are a lot of guys who get kicks out of busting cherries, you know."
"I think those guys are assholes. Why do they get off on it? Do they like the idea of hurting the girl?"
"I don't know. I always thought it was just the concept of being a girl's first lover that got them off."
"You mean it makes them feel special in some way," I say.
"Right. But that's fucked up to. Most guys who get to pop cherries are just in the right place at the right time."
"Or they absolutely refuse to take no for an answer!"
"Yeah. Why don't you shut up and let me eat your pussy."
"You started it," I start to say but my voice is cut short by the great feeling of her tongue working it's way up inside my cunt.
She becomes a lot more aggressive now that she knows she doesn't have to worry about damaging the thin membrane that protected my maidenhood for so long.
She has my inner lips pulled apart and she is working her tongue as far as she can into my fuck hole.
Once her tongue is all the way inside she begins to move it in and out.
The tension down there is incredible and I feel like I am going to burst wide open at any second.
Then she pulls her tongue out of my hole and moves it up toward my clit, which is as swollen as it can possible get.
She runs the tip of her tongue all around my clit without actually touching it, then she touches it ever so lightly and briefly.
I cannot help but let out a rather sharp grunt at that point.
She begins to flick her tongue lightly across my love button.
At the same time her fingers work between my inner lips, at the very mouth of my womanhood.
She begins to push those fingers inside as she increases the pressure on my clitoris with her tongue.
My hips are way up off the bed by this point. When I look down over my body I can see my sister's face from the nose up.
She has her eyes closed and she looks very intent on what she is doing.
But then it happens! I explode!
Orgasm fills my body with ecstasy and I have to bite my lower lips very hard to keep from howling with joy.
Time seems suspended at that moment and everything seems to be moving in slow motion.
My orgasm seems to last forever as wave after wave of pleasant sensations soar up and down my spine.
Then the come is over and I slowly lower my hips back down onto the bed.
INTERVIEW TWO
Judy Ann covered a lot of ground in the first interview and I was forced to wonder how much further her fantasy could go.
She was a little calmer when she showed up for her second interview.
She did not have that intense sense of urgency this time around.
She was still wearing shorts and this made me wonder if she ever wore long pants.
I am not used to people showing up at my office so casually dressed.
I suspect this is another symptom of Judy Ann's relatively sheltered upbringing.
She once again sat cross-legged as she spoke, but this time her words came out more slowly and she seemed to be thinking harder about the things she was saying.
Last time I was here I told you all about this fantasy I had with me and my sister getting it on in bed, remember?
Well, that was just the first part of the fantasy. It goes on and gets a lot weirder, if that's possible.
The second part doesn't take place in our bedroom.
For the second part we are walking hand and hand like real lovers through a dark forest somewhere in Upstate New York.
The trees are so thick that the sun cannot shine through them and the soil beneath out feet is moist and mossy.
We are both totally naked but Connie has a bag full of sex toys with her.
I don't know very much about sex toys. My fantasy only includes the things I've seen advertised in the dirty magazines my brothers sneak into the house.
Even though the sun can't get through the trees, the air is still warm and we are walking peacefully.
A deer stands only a few yards away, spots us and scampers away.
There are birds overhead singing the happy tune of the springtime.
Then up ahead we see a little clearing where the sun can get through.
There is grass growing knee deep there and it strikes us as a magic spot.
We decide to settle down there and make love with each other.
We get to the center of the sunny spot and sprawl down into grass.
The grass has been warmed from the sun and makes a very comfortable bed.
Immediately we cling to each other desperately, our arms and legs intertwined.
Our lips meet and our tongues roll together in a passionate kiss.
Our hands fall upon each other's breasts and we squeeze gently.
I decided to take the initiative, so I roll my sister over on her back.
Using both of my hands I slowly part her thighs so I can see her cunt.
As her legs move apart, her cunt lips part like a bud turning into a flower. I kiss my way slowly up her leg until I get to the very top of her smooth tender thigh.
For the first time in my life, my face is very close to another girl's cunt.
I inhale deeply through my nose so I can smell my sister's pussy.
It smells sweet and musky. It has the true odor of sexual arousal.
I am hypnotized by it. I am intoxicated by it and I can't wait to taste it.
I am very quick about what I do. I plunge my face hard into her cunt and she lets out a cry that echoes through the trees.
We no longer have to worry about making the sounds of love like we did when we were in our bedroom.
There is no one for miles around and we can yell and scream as much as we please.
I drive my tongue deep into her quim and she raises her hips up out of the grass to greet my tongue.
I can tell she wants me to penetrate her as deeply as possible with my tongue.
Once I have my tongue all the way inside her I wiggle it around so I can stimulate all of the walls of her fuck hole.
Her muscles are very tight and her face is contorting with ecstasy.
If I didn't know better I wpuld think that I was causing her horrible pain. Her face is as red as a beet and there is sweat forming on her brow.
Her mouth is gaping open and she is gasping for air wildly.
Her arms are out at her sides and she is digging her long fingernails into the soil at the bottom of the grass.
She is gripping so hard that her knuckles are turning white from the strain.
I pull my tongue out of her hole and run the tip of it all over her outer and inner lips of her pussy.
I want to leave no spot on her pussy unexplored by my tongue.
Her cunt is so wet that I can drink her cunt juices like they are a fine champagne or something.
Her cunt has all of these interesting pink folds of flesh inside that I love to fondle with the tip of my tongue.
She is letting out tremendous sighs each time she exhales.
She is writhing wildly about on the ground and I have to wrap my arms around her thighs to keep my ton gue inside her cunt.
Then I move my tongue up to her clit and lightly flick my tongue across it once.
Her clit looks like a tiny erection sticking out at the very top of her vagina.
It is protruding far out of the little pink flesh sheath that usually all but covers it.
I use my tongue to work her clit around in a circular motion and she lets out a cry that tells me she is very close to coming.
I begin to dig at that tiny woman's erection with my tongue as hard as I can and I can tell that I am tipping her over the edge.
She lets out a loud howl and I suck on her clit as her whole body begins to jerk about.
She is in the midst of glorious climax and I suck on her clit until I can be sure that she is done with it.
When her orgasm is over I pull my face out of her pussy and move so that I am lying by her side.
I press the palm of my hand against her glowing cunt as if I am trying to keep the pleasure from spilling out.
"Open my bag and pull out the dildo with the strap on it," Connie says, still not quite able to catch her breath.
I work quickly. I move to the little overnight bag that she brought with her and I unzip the top.
The dildo she is talking about is right on top so I pull it out.
"Strap it on and fuck me," she says. The tone of her voice tells me that she is begging for it.
I stand up so I can put the thing on. It is an enormous cock.
It is at least ten inches long and it has to be two inches in diameter.
It's made out of hard black rubber and has a head on it just like a real cock.
But it's a lot fucking bigger than what most men carry around in their pants Connie moves so that she is on her hands and knees at that point.
"I want you to take me from the rear," she says, in a panicky voice that lets me know just how bad she wants it.
She crosses her arms in front of her and lays her cheek on her forearm.
She arches her back and sticks her ass up in the air as far as she can.
I kneel behind her and run my hand over the big dildo, just like it is really my cock and I am admiring how big it is.
I move up into place and prepare to mount her the way she wants me to.
I run the tip of that big fake prick up and down between her cunt lips and she starts breathing very hard.
She is making little whimpering noises, begging for me to stick it in her.
"Fuck me!" she screams. "Fuck me as hard and fast as you can."
For the first time I know the power a man must feel when he has a big erection and he is about to plow into a beautiful girl.
I place the head of that rubber log between my sister's inner lips.
I start to press forward with my hips and I can feel the walls of her cunt stretching so the oversized dildo can fit inside.
She is very wet and slippery so there is no problem achieving penetration.
Once I know that I have found the hole I ram forward with my hips, driving the whole ten inches into her at the same time.
She lets out a huge puff of air like all of the wind has been knocked out of her lungs.
My sister then lets out a scream and I know it is time for me to start my fucking motion.
I don't bother to start out fucking her slowly and then steadily increase the pace.
I fuck her as hard and fast as I can from the very first stroke.
I hold her by the hips and let her have it, using the entire length of the dildo with every thrust.
She is making the most incredible sounds of passion that I have ever heard.
I can tell that it won't be very long at all before she has another orgasm.
But this climax will be different from the first one I gave her.
This one will be centered deep inside of her womb rather than in her little man in the boat.
In a matter of seconds she comes thunderously and I stop fucking her.
"Stick it in my ass," she begs me. "Stick it all the way up my asshole and fuck me there!"
I pull the long log out of her drooling quim and move the head up to her drier tighter hole.
I press the head of the dildo directly against her puckered asshole and start to press forward with my hips.
The asshole is a lot smaller than her cunt and it doesn't have the benefit of her natural lubrication.
I know it is going to be a tight fit and I will have to push as hard as I can to get it inside.
But then I can feel the ring of muscle around her asshole start to stretch open.
I am afraid for a moment that I will hurt her, but her groans are of pure pleasure so soon that fear goes away.
I feel as if I am impaling her with the dildo.
I can feel it slowly working it's way inside, and I know I am driving it into her deepest core.
But somewhere up inside her bowels is a magic spot and when I reach it she lets out another scream of joy.
Finally I am all the way up her asshole and the fronts of my thighs are pressed snug against her parted buttocks.
She has her knees as far apart as they will go on the ground.
I pull that savage sword out until only the fake glans remains inside of her.
Her muscles are more relaxed now, and as I press forward for the second time it slides in more easily.
I fuck her hard for a long time, and reach around to diddle her clit as I do so.
This makes her come and her body goes completely limp.
She is fucked out and she can take no more of the dildo.
I have saturated her with pleasure and there isn't any room for more.
At this point I snap out of my fantasy and I am sitting on the John with my fingers in my cunt.
My fingers are all wet and I put them to my mouth and suck them off so I can imagine better what cunt tastes like.
I guess I don't know very much about the things I fantasize about.
I've never even seen a dildo. I've only seen pictures in magazines.
But all of this has really been bugging me. I have to admit that it wouldn't occur to me to fantasize about any other woman other than my sister.
And I guess the only reason that got started is because we share a room together.
Whenever I feel at my most horny she is the only one there so I guess that's why I fantasize about her.
I still am attracted to boys and I have no intention of doing anything about my infatuation with my sister.
But I guess I should go out and get laid. I think I have been a virgin for too long.
In another one of my fantasies my sister is very mean and wants to dominate me.
I am very weak and I can do nothing to resist her stronger will.
I yearn to be her sex slave just as much as she years to be my dominatrix bitch.
In this fantasy it is just the two of us and we are alone in the house.
I am wearing my white nightgown which symbolizes my virginity.
Connie is wearing a red corset that makes her tits stick up and out.
She has a whip in her hand and she tells me that I must do everything she says.
If I do not, she will beat me with that whip until I am covered with bruises.
She tells me to march into the bathroom and not to speak. I do this of course.
When the two of us get into the bathroom she slams the door shut behind us.
She locks it and stands before me with her hands on her hips.
She orders me to remove my nightgown so she can see me naked.
I pull the nightgown up over my head and drop it to the bathroom floor.
She tells me that I am nothing but a human toilet and should be treated like one.
She says that she has to take a piss and she is going to make me drink her pee.
I will do anything for her and I agree to do this without complaint.
She stands with her legs spread far apart and an evil look in her eye.
I get down on my knees in front of her and look up into her pussy.
She reaches down and pulls her pussy lips apart as far as they will go.
I move my head upward and run my lips along her cunt.
Just as I get my mouth over the little hole where she pees, she lets the urine start to flow.
It is hotter than I expect it to be but I drink it down anyway.
My throat has to work very hard to drink as fast as she pisses.
The taste is bitter, but I don't care. I love it. Anything that comes from my sister must be good.
When she is done pissing she tells me that I am also human toilet paper.
She makes me lick the excess piss out of her now soaking wet cunt.
When there is no more pee to lick off I don't stop licking.
She does not tell me to stop so I keep licking and I can tell I am giving her pleasure.
I move my tongue up to her clit and work my tongue across it for a long time.
All of her muscles go tight and her mouth drops wide open.
She lets out a scream and I can tell that I have made her come once again.
But her anger is not soothed by the pleasure I have given her.
She tells me that I am nothing but a baby and should be treated that way.
She says that I haven't even been toilet trained yet, I am so young.
She figured that it is about time that I am punished for being such a bad girl.
She orders me to stand in the bathtub with my face toward the shower nozzle.
She tells me to reach up and cross my wrists on the shower nozzle.
At that point, she produces a long piece of thick copper wire.
She ties my wrists to the shower nozzle as hard and tight as she can.
The wire is biting into my wrist flesh, causing me a great deal of pain.
I can tell right away that the circulation of blood has been cut off to my hands.
At first I could feel pins and needles in my long fingers.
But after a while I could feel nothing at all in them. Nothing.
I tried as hard as I could to wiggle my fingers but I could not.
My sister told me to stand with my feet as far apart as I could.
I moved my feet to the edges of the bottom of the tub, as far apart as they would go.
She told me to bend at the waist as much as I could so my ass would stick up and out.
I did this also then I heard her doing something at the sink.
She was filling a big black enema bag with warm water, and humming to herself.
The enema bag was made of black rubber and the most interesting thing about it was the nozzle.
It was carved out of ivory to look like a human skull.
I can tell by the expression on her face that she is going to love giving me this enema.
She filled the bag until it was all the way to the top, full to the brim.
"Judy Ann, I am going to stick the skull nozzle brutally up your asshole. We are going to play a little game to see how disciplined you are. I am going to allow the water flow into your bowels. Your first instinct will be to shit it right back out but that would not be following the rules of the game. That would be cheating. You must hold all of the water inside you. If you let any of the water drip out of your asshole you will be whipped until your life hangs by a single string. You will feel pain like you have never felt pain before when I give you this enema. You will feel like your bowels are going to burst and you will feel like you are going to die. In fact you will beg me to let you die, but that would be too simple."
I know that what she is telling me is true. I believe every word of it.
But I do not dread the pain, in fact I am looking forward to it.
I know that no matter how much it hurts, it will feel wonderful when she allows me to release the shit water.
Connie attached a clamp to the hose of the enema so none of the water will spill out.
She doesn't want to lose any of the precious water prematurely.
She attaches the full black enema bag to the pole that holds the shower curtain.
She takes the nozzle and runs it up and down between the cheeks of my ass.
Then she pulls my round supple buttocks apart as far as they will go. t
She pulls them so far apart that the skin in the crack is stretched tight.
I can tell that she can see my asshole now, and the sight is filling her with desire.
My asshole is tight and puckered and looks like a brown asterisk.
She shoves the nozzle all the way up my asshole at that point.
I can feel all of my muscles go tight at the feel of that harsh penetration.
She takes the clamp off of the hose so the water starts to flow into me.
For lack of a better place to put it she attaches the clamp to my erect nipple.
This causes me incredible pain and I scream out in my agony.
But I quickly bite my bottom lip so I will not scream again.
If I am to hold all of that water inside me I will need full concentration.
I must think only about which muscles I will need to contract.
By the time the enema bag is half empty I am sure I can hold no more water.
I feel so full I'm sure that I am going to burst at any second.
I have to get up on my toes to get my wrists on the shower nozzle.
This puts a lot of pressure on my calves which are already starting to ache.
My nipple is now swollen from the clamp that's attached to it.
My whole breast aches horribly from the abuse it is getting.
I have my teeth clenched as tightly as I can clench them without breaking them.
My face is as red as a beet reflecting the energy I am using up.
I can't believe how incredible my urge is to shit at that point.
But my sister looks on calmly, with her hands on her hips.
It is obvious by the expression on her face that she is in no hurry.
Finally the bag is empty and I have all of that water inside my bowels.
I look down and I can see my lower belly puff out from being so full.
I feel like my legs are going to give out at any second from exhaustion.
But if I try to lower my heels to the tub my shoulders will be ripped out of their sockets.
I can feel cramps blasting through my lower torso. I realize that my sister had not been lying when she told me I would wish I was going to die.
I wish I could pass out, anything, to relieve myself from the horrible pain.
But at the same time there is something strange happening in my cunt that I can't understand.
My pussy is starting to swell, just as if it were preparing itself for sex.
My cunt juices are starting to flow like crazy, right out of my cunt and down the insides of my thighs.
Connie reaches between my ass cheeks and pulls out the nozzle.
The nozzle has sort of worked as a cork to keep the water in.
Now that that ivory skull is out of my asshole my job is a lot more difficult.
Connie reaches over and pulls off a strip of toilet paper.
She balls the toilet paper up and presses it against my straining asshole.
It takes every bit of energy I have left to keep my sphincter slammed shut.
She counts to ten slowly and then says the word my ears have longed to hear.
"RELEASE!"
With that I let loose with all of my muscles at the exact same time.
I make a huge farting noise that sounds like my asshole is popping out.
A great stream of rusty water comes shooting out of my open hole.
It reminds me of Old Faithful at showtime, it is so powerful.
I can hear that water splashing against the white-tiled wall behind me.
I look down and I can see my toes swimming in the rusty water.
The water pressure of my enema shot decreases after the first spurt.
The remainder of the water drips down the backs of my legs and feels good.
I can feel my cunt going into convulsions and I am having an orgasm.
One release has led to another. All of my body is in tune with itself.
I can feel all of my muscles relaxing even as the great ripples of joy soar up and down my spine.
I let out a loud scream of joy at that point as I come.
I look at my sister and she has a self-assured smile on her face.
When she realizes that I am having a climax she throws back her head and laughs.
When all of the water is out of my bowels and my come is over, Connie begins to untie the wire that cruelly binds my wrists together above my head.
As the wires come off I look at my wrists and see just how deeply the wire cut into them.
I rub my hands together trying to get the feeling back into them.
My sister acts like she is very angry that I made such a mess of the bathroom.
She cracks her whip across my nipple and it swells up even more.
Then she takes the clamp off of that nipple, twisting it painfully as she does so.
She orders me to clean up the mess I have made and says that she will be checking up on me to make sure I did a good job.
At that point she leaves the bathroom, slamming the door as hard as she can behind her.
I turn on the shower and go through the disgusting process of cleaning the shit off of my own buttocks and off of the white tiled wall behind me.
When everything is spic and span I get out of the shower and dry myself off.
I go to our bedroom and find Connie lying on her bed thrusting a twelve inch dildo in and out of her red juicy cunt.
I tell her that it would feel better if I did that for her.
She allows me to do it, and I shove the dildo in and out of her pussy hole.
I see there is a little switch on the bottom of the dildo that turns the vibrator on.
I push that fake cock all the way deep into her womb, so only a fraction of an inch of the handle is protruding from her hole.
Then I switch the vibrator on full blast and she starts to come immediately.
Her cunt is filled with a million magic fingers all giving her joy.
I grab the end of the vibrating dildo and fuck her hard with it.
I use the entire twelve inches with each thrust and I can't believe how much her pussy can gobble.
When she has come so many times that she had When she has come so many times that both of us have lost count, she pulls the thing out of her and shoves it hard into my own pussy, so I can come just as many times.
I think this fantasy makes me a pervert, Doctor, I really do.
CONCLUSION
Judy Ann answered a lot of her questions for herself at the end of the second interview.
I don't think she has nearly as much to worry about as she thinks she does.
It is natural for siblings to fantasize about having sex with each other.
They live together and love each other and the taboo of incest becomes unclear in their minds.
If Judy Ann only thinks about boys unless she is fantasizing about her sister, her bi-sexual tendencies may be a passing phase. I have asked to see Judy Ann on a continuing basis.
I have urged her to channel the energies she puts into masturbation into other more constructive activities.
Though I have always felt that masturbation is a healthy outlet for sexual tensions, I don't feel that it should take the place of real relationships.
I have asked Judy Ann to tell me in the future if she finds herself desiring any other women other than her sister.
If this does happen she might be a legitimate bi-sexual and I will have to help her learn to cope with that fact.
Many bisexuals exist happily in society and the only problems they have are there own confusions.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
Erotic fantasies are healthy, natural and perfectly normal. As long as the fantasy does not get confused with reality no one should feel any guilt about what they think about.
The fantasy world is a private one, and need not be shared with anyone else.
It is only when the person attempts to live out the fantasy that problems begin.
They inevitably find that things don't work out as perfectly as they did in the fantasy and this causes frustration.
Relationships can be ruined by such attempts. It is essential that everyone keep their fantasies and their active lives totally separate.
As for dealing with the guilt factor of having fantasies about sex acts which are commonly considered taboo, education can decrease the incidents of this.
There is no reason that anyone should feel any guilt over the fact that they masturbate, or what they think about while they are doing it.