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Oversexed Adolescents ....(84k)    by Dr. John Masters

INTRODUCTION

Throughout the history of our Western civilization, the cult or youth has been one of the most venerated and abused of all societal passions. It has figured prominently in the literature and art of our cultural heritage and today, more than ever before, young people are the subject of both scorn and adoration.

This ambiguity of thinking is largely a result of lack of understanding, the specific subculture of adolescents rarely penetrated with any great degree of comprehension by adult members of our technocracy.

My work has been with psyches, with ids and egos, superegos and libidos. More than any other aspect of teenage behavior, as a practicing psychologist I have been able to study the complicated and often bizarre sexual behavior patterns of adolescents, young people between the ages of fourteen and seventeen.

The range of sexual expression in these, the most uninhibited and unpuritanical of times, exceeds in ways most laymen would never believe possible. And one of the most intriguing of all forms of adolescent sexual behavior concerns many youths whose sexual appetites border on the excessive.

These are the oversexed youth, the teenagers who seek any and all possible outlets in order to vent their highly charged and insatiable sexual urges/and desires. And, what should be made clear, is that we are not dealing with cases of satyriasis or physiologically induced super-sexuality.

The youngsters who have come to me for therapy and counseling have, with few exceptions, "suffered" oversexed drives as a result of psychologically interpreted syndromes. There is nothing abnormal in the construction or function of their bodies, but merely the thought processes through which these young people derive their own conclusions about what they need to be sexually stimulated and ultimately satisfied.

As a result of studying teenagers over the last ten years, I have now attempted to collate my findings through the use of case histories of actual patients, all taken from my extensive private files. The narratives which follow have been edited for continuity, for most of them occurred over a period of several sessions.

But other than this, the material has not been changed or expurgated. The five young people whose stories comprise this volume are all portraits of youth in various degrees of emotional difficulty and trouble.

Their narratives need to be heard if we are ever going to try to cope with the sexual mores of our young people. And when adolescents seek forms of sexual expression which adults members of our society may find bizarre if not excessive, then I think it is high time to pull back the curtain of secrecy and present the facts the way they really are.

CASE NUMBER ONE

SUBJECT: Lori Daniels, white female AGE: Fifteen years and four months

Nymphomania, in its strictest psychological interpretation, implies a sexual condition in which a woman (or girl) goes from one male partner to another in her search for erotic fulfillment. A woman suffering from this syndrome is one whose condition is brought on by the fact that she is unable-on a psychological and not biological level-to experience an orgasm. Thus, the continuous search for stimulation.

However, when dealing with young Lori Daniels, I quickly discovered that the pretty and vivacious youngster was not a nymphomaniac, i.e., she had no difficulty at all in achieving a climax. Rather, she had discovered at a fairly early age that the more sex she experienced, the more satisfied she became.

Fortunately for Lori, her parents had never discovered her in flagrante delicto, but rumors had been circulating in the neighborhood for some time, so it was not that unusual that Mrs. Daniels first heard an oblique reference to her teenage daughter's promiscuity. Being an educated though highly emotional woman, she brought Lori down to my office late one spring afternoon, conferring with me privately before ushering her daughter inside.

Mrs. Daniels feared that Lori might be emotionally disturbed, for she had no way of coping or dealing with the fact that her daughter enjoyed sexual relations with boys, most of them her own age at least, not older men as with some teenage girls I have treated.

"My mother is a dear sweet lady, doctor, as mothers go," Lori told me as soon as she had pulled up a chair alongside of my desk. "But she still believes in pre-marital chastity, that whole boring Victorian bag about being a virgin until your wedding night. It doesn't work for me, plain and simple."

"What does?" I asked, taking notes at a rapid clip and eyeing the youngster. She radiated an air of confidence, youthful yet with a definite air of maturity about her, aware of her physical comeliness and the fact that she would soon grow into a most attractive young woman.

"What works for me?" she repeated. "Boyd and Roger, for one."

"And who, may I ask, are Boyd and Roger?"

"The probable reason my mother dragged me down here. You see, they're twins, not identical twins, but fraternal. They don't look alike, though they were born the same time. They're sixteen now, about a year older than me. And I guess if it hadn't been for Boyd and Roger, I'd still be a goody-goody girl and my mother wouldn't be hassled over the fact that I enjoy getting fucked."

I suggested she start at the beginning, her candor rather refreshing-though I did not tell her this at the time, seeing no reason to demonstrate my awareness of our changing sexual behavior patterns. The following first-person narrative has been transcribed from a tape recording I made over a period of three sessions, during which time Lori Daniels discussed with great honesty and openness her experiences with Boyd and Roger, sixteen-year-old twin brothers who lived across the street from her.

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The truth of the matter is, I wasn't a virgin when this first started ... with Boyd and his brother Roger, I mean. About a month or so before-this all began about four or five months ago at the most-we got together, I'd gone out on a blind date with a boy who was a freshman in college.

I'm only a sophomore in high school and I lied to my parents and told them the boy was a senior. I told him to say that, because when I spoke to him on the phone, I just had an instinctive feeling-what my mother always calls a woman's intuition-that we were going to really hit it off.

Well, let me tell you, we sure did!

That night I came home without my cherry and, what was more, I had enjoyed myself incredibly, so much so that I found it hard to believe I'd waited that long just to lose my virginity. Well, Ted-that was the kid's name-went back to school and though I got a couple of letters from him, I guess it was just destined to be a one-night stand and nothing else.

Not that I was in love with him or anything. But it had really been nice and I was sorry he didn't really want to see me again. But he left me with a new sense of myself and believe it or not, the night after he took me out, I started masturbating, I was so anxious to feel an orgasm again.

I kept dreaming of having sex with boys from school, stuff like that. And that isn't so strange either, because I'd spoken to some of my girl friends who weren't virgins either, and they felt pretty much the same way. These days the double standard is a lot of horseshit. What's good for guys is good for chicks and that's what I call an honest approach to a person's body.

Anyway, about a month after I went out with Ted, I started getting friendly with two kids who had just moved into the house almost directly across the street from where we live. They were twin brothers, Boyd and Roger, though no one in the world could ever believe they were twins, or even brothers.

I mean, one was so completely different from the other, it was almost funny. They mirrored their parents, almost down to every feature. Boyd was stocky, dark-haired and rugged, like it looked as if he should be on the wrestling team at school. He had long thick curly black hair and dark brown eyes. But Roger is just the opposite, exactly like his mother.

He's slimmer, a swimmer probably, with straight-as-sticks light brown hair and blue eyes. Well, anyway, they'd moved in a few weeks before and one night I was up in my room, getting ready for bed. My windows face the street and the front of the house and would you believe, Boyd and his brother's room faces right back at me.

Well, I guess you can figure out what happened, because it isn't that difficult to understand. I was brushing my hair at my vanity table when I caught something moving in the mirror right in front of me.

And when I looked up, I could see one of the windows of their room reflected in the glass. And, what was more, one of the kids was standing there, outlined in the window and from what I could see, he was stark naked!

I mean, that's pretty freaky, when you're minding your own business, doing your thing and about to go to bed and all of a sudden you see a naked boy reflected in your mirror. It blew my mind, to put it mildly.

I turned around then, deciding to close the curtains. But when I got to the window, the guy who was standing there-it was Boyd, as I found later-waved at me, like nothing was the matter. I nearly shit a brick and I had to laugh and wave back before pulling down the blinds.

Boy, that was just the start.

I met them in school and when we all put two and two together, it was more laughs than I could imagine. I mean, the whole thing was so funny, it was just too beautiful for words. I wasn't hassled in the least and, even more than that, I sort of hoped they'd do that kind of thing again, like it was a great way to get ready for bed every night, getting a chance to see two really humpy and attractive kids without any clothes on.

But instead of doing the same thing, the following night the phone rang. It had been a big deal getting my parents to give me my own telephone, with a private number and all. So when it rang the instant ... I mean, the very fucking split-second I shut the light, I knew something was up.

"We're thinking of you," I heard someone say, his voice sexy and pitched low, almost a whisper. "We think that we should all get together."

"Who is this?" I asked, thinking it was an obscene phone call, a breather or something.

"Boyd, from across the street. We're standing by the window right this minute. Why don't you take a look, Lori."

"Okay, I will," I told him and held onto the phone as I slipped out of bed. I pulled the blinds up and looked out and the light was on in their room, a rectangle of golden-yellow, their bodies outlined around the window frame.

And, once again, both brothers were naked, the two of them standing there, waving at me. I didn't know what to do and when I kept on looking, I could just about see what Boyd and Roger were doing, for their hands slid down to their crotches and sure enough, they started playing with their cocks.

I opened my eyes wide, not believing what was going on. And it was then that I realized what I had been missing since I'd gone out with Ted. I pulled the blinds down again and spoke into the receiver, "Very pretty," I laughed. "But what am I supposed to do, just stand there and watch?"

"It's up to you, kiddo. Why don't you come over to our place tomorrow, right after school? Our folks both work. They won't be home till after six. We can get stoned or something, get to know each other better. After all, isn't that what being good neighbors is all about?" Boyd replied.

"You're on. I'll meet you at your house, right after my last class." I hung up and got back into bed, but I had a lot of trouble closing my eyes and falling asleep. I kept seeing them standing there and I was trembling with what I knew was a strange kind of anticipation.

Without so much as touching myself, my box had begun to itch and tingle and the more I thought of the two brothers, the more turned on I became. I hadn't really been able to see them very clearly when they'd exposed themselves at the window, but what I had been able to see turned me on, rather than off.

It was the first time since Ted that I felt the need to have sex again and before I went to sleep, I fucked myself as they used to call it-someone told me that word and I think it's a fucking gas, a blast from the past.

I mean, I had to come, I was getting so excited thinking about the two boys who lived across the street. The fact that they were brothers, that they were in this thing-whatever it would be-together, only made it more intriguing, more of a turn-on.

So the next day, as soon as I'd suffered through my classes, I hurried home, dropped my books in the house and told my mother I was going to study with a friend of mine. Luckily, she was in the kitchen which is in the back of the house, so she didn't see me running across the street and nervously knocking on their door.

It opened almost immediately and I stepped inside as Roger locked the door behind us. "Come on upstairs. Boyd is rolling some joints. You smoke dope, don't you?"

"Once," I admitted, for I'd only tried marijuana at a party. Not that I was afraid of trying it again, mind you, but anyway, I followed him upstairs, already apprehensive, wondering what I'd gotten myself into.

Their room was all decked out with posters and psychedelic shit, head toys and the like. The music was blasting away and Boyd was sitting on the bed, his legs crossed, his tongue outstretched as he licked a cigarette paper and rolled a joint. "How ya doing, kiddo," he said with a grin. "Make yourself comfortable."

We'd talked at school so we all sort of knew each other, at least a little. I had a chance then to really take a good look at them though, and I liked what I saw, plain and simple. It was still hard for me to believe I was doing this, sitting on the floor with my knees hunched up to my chest, smoking the grass when it was passed to me and being alone in their room with them.

I'd never heard of two brothers sharing a girl together, but it seemed pretty obvious from what they had said the night before that that was their scene. "So you dug our little display last night, didn't you?" Boyd asked me.

By this time I was fast getting wrecked. They told me the grass had been sprayed with opium and man, it was something else altogether, really strong and very, very trippy. I was feeling no pain and I started giggling uncontrollably as the two boys -edged closer to me, one on either side so that we were all leaning against the edge of the bed and sitting together on the floor.

But I was also nervous and at a complete loss for words. It was then that Boyd got to his feet and moved across the room to the dresser. He opened one of the drawers, rummaged inside and pulled out a small leather-bound scrap-book, the kind of thing used to put photographs in.

He handed it to me and I just opened it to the first page.

Well, let me tell you, I didn't know what the fuck was coming off after that. They didn't even laugh, didn't even say a word, watching me as my fingers trembled and I stared down at the three photographs mounted on the first page of the album.

They weren't ordinary pictures, that you can be sure of. The first showed Boyd, stark naked and brandishing a hard on that made Ted's look puny. His body was as muscular as I'd first thought and his cock matched his physique, thick and stubby.

And right under that black and white picture was a matching one of Roger, just as naked, just as aroused, fondling a dick that was longer though thinner than his brother's, his smooth hairless chest looking as if he'd greased it with oil or something.

But it was the photo at the bottom which got to me, for it showed the two brothers and a girl I didn't recognize. She was on her hands and knees on a bedroom floor, her head turned up so that she had no trouble at all sucking off Roger as he-knelt in front of her while attacking her cunt from the rear was Boyd, a grin stretched across his face.

"Who took that one?" I asked.

"The chick's older brother. He really got off on shit like that. That was taken right before we moved here. like them?" Boyd asked me and when I looked over at him, I could see him leering, pressing his hands down against his crotch.

He was wearing cut-offs and a tight-fitting t-shirt and I could tell how hot he was getting. I just didn't know what was coming off, but I had to nod my head, even as I turned to the next page. Well, it was an education, to put it mildly. They were all shots of the two brothers, doing everything imaginable to that girl and another chick as well.

Everything seemed to be happening so fast that I was hardly aware of the fact that Roger was now rubbing his hand against my thigh, massaging my leg and inching up closer and closer to my cunt. I hadn't changed my clothes and I was wearing just a skirt and blouse, knee-socks and penny loafers, the whole collegiate look that's very big at my school these days.

What was I supposed to do, or say?

The fact of the matter was, I had known what I was getting myself in for and I had willingly come to their house. And now, it was too late to stop them. And, to be quite honest, I really didn't want to put a stop to anything, for the more I looked at the photographs in their album, the more turned on and horny I became.

I'd never thought of sex so openly before and finally I handed the album back to Boyd and he got to his feet. It was then that I could see the way the front of his cut-offs were bulging out to beat the band, the jutting outline of his cock making me shudder involuntarily.

Roger held up the joint between my lips and even as I sucked the smoke down, his hand snaked right under my skirt, right to the very edge of my panties. I trembled violently, but didn't push his hand away, too aroused by then to think of anything other than sex.

My cunt was swampy, fucking flooded with juice, so much streaming down that the front of my panties felt sopping wet. I couldn't think straight and the next thing I knew, they were both lifting me up in their arms and stretching me out on the bed.

I felt like a love goddess, filled with the expectation of pleasure. Nothing else seemed to matter and I just instinctively trusted them as my skirt was hauled up around my waist and I cried out the instant Roger pressed his lips down right against my crotch.

He nuzzled my cunt through the thin nylon of my panties, his tongue lashing over my jutting pubic mound. I just couldn't stop them or even get enough of it. "It's what you wanted, isn't it?" Boyd asked.

He stood alongside of me, glancing down at his brother as Roger's tongue kept moving up and down, pushing the nylon right between the narrow crease of my pussy. I nodded my head and he grinned lewdly and pulled his t-shirt up over his head, tossing it onto the floor.

He was really built well, very athletic and I stared at his hairless chest and held my breath, knowing even before his hands moved down to his cut-offs that he was going to get completely undressed. "We're gonna have ourselves a fucking blast," he promised and I didn't doubt him, knowing how true it would be.

For even then, even as I watched him unzipping his fly and pushing his shorts down off of his narrow tapering hips, I was moaning and shoving my crotch up against his brother's mouth. Roger's head was buried between my legs and they were kicking out spasmodically in time to his hot tongue-lashing strokes.

"Take off your blouse, baby," Boyd said with a low-pitched moan and my fingers moved to the buttons automatically, not thinking, not questioning anything he said to me. And as I unbuttoned the front of my plaid blouse, he shoved his cut-offs down with a flick of his wrists.

His thick meaty cock sprung out at me and I had to gasp, even though I'd seen it before in the photographs. It was about seven inches long, maybe a little shorter, but incredibly thick around, surrounded by a thick patch of black pubic hair. And hanging below were his nuts, a tight furry sac which swayed invitingly.

I'd never looked at a guy this way before, but now things were happening so quickly that I felt myself flowing with my excitement, with the pleasure of the moment. Roger was getting more and more wild and as Boyd hovered near me, smiling and slowly stroking his dick with one tightly clenched hand, Roger reached up and pulled my skirt down.

He unzipped it and then ripped it off of me, throwing it onto the floor. My socks came off next and all this time Boyd was staring at my cunt, visible behind the wet see-through front of my panties. He still didn't make a move, though I certainly wouldn't have minded sucking him off, something I'd never done before, not even with that kid Ted.

But he waited, panting, his chest rising and falling as I finally got my blouse off and threw it with my other things. He took one look at my tits, the way they were arching up on my chest, the nipples so hard and rigid that they felt as if they were made of iron, and really went to town after that.

Roger was so preoccupied he didn't even look at us. He had his thumbs hooked under the elastic waistband of my panties and I was tossing and turning on the bed, writhing in front of him, so stoned and out of my skull that it felt as if I had sex on the brain, that and nothing else.

"You're too much, sugar," Boyd grinned and he climbed up on the bed and moved around so that he was kneeling alongside of my face. He stuck the pillows under my head, raising my shoulders up as he leaned closer, his cock a dark cream color, the head light purplish and shaped like a plum.

A second before Boyd lunged forward and I opened my mouth, wanting to suck him off as never before, Roger cried out triumphantly and ripped off my panties with a frenzied jarring motion, catching hold of them and tearing them right off of my waist and hips and finally my legs.

I was naked, completely and totally stark naked and the two brothers now turned and stared at my cunt, eying it with grins stretched from ear to ear. The hairs were glossy, tipped with cunt juice and I was silent, shivering as they kept looking between my legs.

"The little lady needs some brotherly love," Roger laughed and not even bothering to get undressed the way his brother had,, he flung his head down once again, pressing his parted lips right up against my pussy.

The second I felt his tongue racing along my cunt furrow, I thought I'd come, right then and there. It was hot and raspy and wet and it moved up and down as fast as could be, sucking up my juices as Boyd now moved closer, holding his cock down, inviting me to lick his prong.

He didn't even have to ask me.

I could smell the hot rutting odor of his hairy crotch and I thrust out my tongue, even as Roger kept using his own bristly prober to lap across the outer surface of my mount. I tasted a drop of pearly liquid sticking to the head of his dick, right over his piss-hole and he shivered and pushed forward, pumping his cock right between my lips.

Man, I had to stretch my mouth so wide my jaws ached. But it was worth it, at first just sucking on the head of his meaty tool, licking the glans and feeling the way he trembled in response. "You're doing fine, baby," he encouraged, pushing a little deeper as more and more of his pecker filled my mouth.

And all this time, Roger was going wild, getting more and more turned on to what he was doing down between my legs. By then, I was nearly incoherent and each fresh swipe of his tongue brought yet another gush of sap streaming down the undulating walls of my snatch.

His hands came up, tickling the tender white flesh along the insides of my thighs, making me writhe my ass from side to side as he rubbed the tips of his eager boyish fingers against my thin and narrow outer folds of cunt flesh.

And then he took hold of them gently, for they seemed paper-thin and just as delicate, splaying them slowly back until they were like two reddened wings, the edges covered with my pubic hair. He stared inside and then I felt his tongue moving down, rolling around inside my vulva.

It made me tremble all the more hotly and my pants and groans of delight were now muffled, for by then I had to contend with nearly the entire length of Boyd's pecker. He kept churning his hips, pushing forward and digging inch after inch of meat between my stuffed and well stretched lips.

His cock was so warm it was delightful, incredibly hard as well as well. The head of his meaty hose hit against the back of my throat and he stopped, not wanting to choke me or make me gag. "Use your tongue now, and just try to watch your teeth. They can be a fucking bitch," he said in a friendly voice, as if nothing out of the ordinary was taking place.

You know what? It didn't seem so unusual to me, either.

I mean, I was loving it, all of it, loving the way Roger was getting increasingly worked up and increasingly skillful, doing a job of eating me out that made the cunt-lapping Ted had given me seem like kid stuff in comparison. He was a fucking master of his craft, let me tell you.

The fact that they were brothers, the fact that here I was with the two of them at the same time, no longer seemed particularly sinfulthat's not the word I was searching for-or extraordinary. For they worked well together, complementing each other's looks and tastes.

I had a feeling they'd change places before too very long and sure enough, a few minutes later, seconds after I felt myself swallowing a thin salty gush of what Boyd later told me was pre-come, some kind of fluid that leaks out of a boy's dick before he shoots his real load, he eased his joint all the way out of my mouth, reared up for an instant and pressed his nuts to my face.

"Lick 'em for me, Lori," he whispered and I worked my tongue over my lips and then slid it around his heavy nuts. His sac was tight and barely wrinkled, his balls moving about inside and as hard as stones, filled with a load of come I knew I was going to either taste or feel before the afternoon was over.

Fortunately, I'm not a stupid chick. I mean, after what had taken place with Ted, I went to a doctor a friend of mine told me about and he gave me a prescription for oral contraceptives without asking for parental permission.

So instead of being hassled about getting pregnant, or worrying that a rubber would bust-Ted had used one, by the way-I was confident on that score. Now that I was on the Pill, it made me totally relaxed about what I was doing and after I had licked and tongued Boyd's nuts, still shuddering as his brother rammed his own long hot tongue in and out of my snatch, he moved around and tapped Roger on the shoulder.

Red-faced, Roger looked up and beamed a grin at me, at once boyish and mischievous as well. "Round robin," Boyd grunted and Roger nodded his head and slid back off the bed, staggering to his feet. In a flash, Boyd was down between my legs, taking over his brother's place.

And if Roger had done a good job, Boyd started working on my pussy just as expertly and excitingly. I glanced over at Roger as he started to take off his clothes and-likewise, the front of his jeans was bulging out hotly, his cock just as stiff as his brother's had been. He didn't say a word and I looked down at Boyd, his black-haired curly head buried between my spread-eagled thighs.

He had his fingers on my cunt lobes, spreading them wide so that I could feel the tip of his tongue sliding up and down over my clitoris. It was swollen as never before, a round pulpy pea of erectile tissue that wiggled against the frictioning pressure of his tongue.

And the more he licked it, tightening his hold on my outer lips, the more aroused and turned on I became. I was moaning wildly then, begging for more and more of the same, demanding and receiving a fantastic bout of cunt-lapping. "Yes, that's it, lick it again, harder, do it harder," I wailed, shuddering uncontrollably as I turned my head up and stared over at Roger.

He dropped his jeans and he wasn't wearing underpants, his long thinnish dick arching up straight along his lean washboard stomach. His fair-skinned boyish good looks were just as appealing as Boyd's darker and more swarthier appearance and I was delighted to cater to his needs, just as they were catering to mine.

They were a team all right, mimicking each other as Roger now took over where Boyd had left off, getting up on the bed and moving quickly into position. Only this time, I didn't need a word of encouragement. I knew exactly what he wanted and what, in a sense, was expected of me and not about to disappoint, I went at it as if I'd been born with a cock in my mouth, no pun intended.

I just opened my lips and invited him inside as he pushed forward, angling the head of his leaking tool right into my mouth, grinning hotly and shaking with expectation and delight. I didn't even have to move my head or stretch my lips nearly as wide as I'd done to house Boyd's cock inside my mouth.

Roger's pecker was thinner, though longer and it slid easily into place as I pressed my lips down around the rounded sloping sides of his cock-shaft, using my tongue to turn him on as it paddled up and down the length of his pole.

He kept wiggling closer, pushing more and more of his meat between my lips. And even as he grunted and panted with excitement, I was fast approaching the first of what promised to be a considerable number of orgasms.

For by then, Boyd was literally going crazy, tearing in and out of my pussy, his tongue jabbing and pistoning hard and fast, sliding down and licking my shuddering cunt walls, tickling my clit and then thrusting down all over again. And when he replaced his tongue with two stiffened fingers, capturing my clit in the V he made between them, I thought I'd go over the edge in no time at all.

Moaning and shaking on the bed, I could only communicate my desires by the way I corkscrewed my hips from side to side, tightening my lips around his prong as his balls rubbed against my chin. Boyd's two fingers felt almost as good as the real thing and he kept pistoning them in and out, lifting my legs up then and forcing me to hook my ankles around the small of his back.

I glanced down at him, even as I contended with his brother's long tapering hose, the head of Roger's meat now bending my tonsils and tickling the back of my throat and hard palate. And I knew, seconds before he whipped his fingers out of my snatch, what he was now going to do to me.

It was exactly what I had been waiting for, what had turned me on most, of all the pictures they had shown me in their album of photographs. For even as my tongue slurped and slobbered along the length of Roger's dong, his brother now reared up on the backs of his legs, brandishing his thick stubby poker with one hand and bracing himself with his other hand outstretched, his palm flat on the bed.

Roger turned his head to watch, licking his fingers and then rubbing them over my tits, tweaking and fondling my heaving jugs while his brother pushed forward, the head of his tool leaking a copious amount of pre-come, sap which added to the wet lubricious condition of my own swampy and overheated muff.

"You've got to feel him to believe him," Roger said with considerable pride, staring at my snatch as his brother hovered over me, pushing down and rubbing the head of his thick rigid dong up and down along the entire narrow length of my tender cunt furrow.

I stopped moving my tongue, reached out and ran my fingers over Roger's nuts while I watched Boyd getting ready to show me his stuff. That he was being slow and gentle delighted me, for I didn't feel cheap or used in the least.

If anything, we were all giving to each other, sharing our bodies and our pleasures as well. And now, even as I watched, even as I had a mouth filled with hot throbbing cock, I stiffened as the lips of my cunt were peeled back like the skin on a fruit, exposing the glistening red flesh of my pussy.

The nodule of meat that was my clit wiggled enticingly and my legs spread even wider as Boyd thrust agilely down, easily succeeding in wedging the crimson-hued and blood-engorged head of his pulsating dick right into place. Shit, it was so thick that my cunt lips were stretched wider than ever, but it still didn't hurt me in the least, despite the width of his meaty young hose.

He was panting, all eyes to the delicate operation, easing slowly down and stretching my vaginal walls to a most delightful and arousing degree. For the instant the head of his meaty penis slid into place and disappeared from sight, the rest was so exciting that I couldn't believe it was really happening, that my body was experiencing such an incredibly heightened degree of pleasure and ecstasy.

There are no words to describe it, only physical terms, the sense of being stuffed, blocked, stretched wide, the feeling that between the shaft of his cock and the walls of my tight and overheated box not an inch of space existed, flesh against flesh, gliding against and along each other upon a thin layer of liquid, his pre-come and my musky sap lubricating each other's genitals.

The walls of my pussy gripped every inch of his hose and he kept thrusting down, slow and sure of himself, concentrating and not saying a word. Even Roger was frozen and rigid, not bothering to move his pecker in and out of my mouth, at least until his twin brother had succeeded in ramming the entire wonderfully hard thick length of his penis down into place.

My hairy outer lips nipped at the sides of his pole and he was panting and groaning with excitement, pushing deeper all the while, imperceptible motions that seemed to take forever as more and more of his cock slid into place.

My pussy filled up rapidly and when the last inch of dick was speared inside, his pubes matted down with sap, tangling with my own sparser and less coarse growth of pubic thatch, he leaned against me and smiled with delight.

"How does it feel?" he asked, and then laughed, waving the comment aside when he realized I still had his brother's cock in my mouth. I winked at him and nodded my head and Roger began to piston his dick back and forth as Boyd now started working on my pussy with all of his excitement and attention.

Both hands were flat on the bed, right alongside of me. His head was inclined down so that even as he pulled his dick almost all the way out before sliding into me again, his tongue was busy working on my jugs, licking and lashing agilely over each stiff and turgid young nipple.

The combination of sensations, sucking off Roger, getting fucked by Boyd, aroused me in a way I never would have believed possible. I was on fire, screaming with delight, savoring the intense frictioning stimuli, the way his shaft dug in and out, rubbing hotly and tightly against my shuddering cunt walls.

"You're marvelous. You've got one of the fucking tightest little cunts I've ever had," Boyd groaned with pleasure, his motions quickening as he increased the tempo of his cock-strokes. He slid in and out at a faster rate, churning my insides, making me work my vaginal muscles again and again, clenching and unclenching them, milking his peter and trying to hold it down in place.

I just didn't want to give it up or relinguish my grip on his hose and even as he kept at it, fucking me so skillfully and expertly that I was in another world altogether, consumed by a raging tide of pleasure and excitement, Roger was aping his brother's motions, spearing his own handsome prong in and out of my tightly fastened lips.

"Move, move with me," Boyd grunted and I met his strokes, push my hips forward, rubbing my meaty mons veneris up against his hairy crotch. The muscles stood out, bulging along his chest and as for Roger, he was all eyes to what his brother was doing, staring intently even as he continued to jab his dick between my lips.

I could feel both of them getting more and more aroused, turned on as much as I was. Boyd was groaning louder than ever and the more he stroked, the harder he pounded into me, the more turned on I got as well.

The fact that his cock was so amazingly thick only added immeasurably to my pleasure. I was on the verge of coming, my clit on fire as he continued drilling in and out of my cooze. Each time he pushed down until I could feel the top of his crotch banging against my pubis bone, I could also feel the friction against my clit, the way it was squashed, rubbing delightfully along the upperside of his pole.

Roger moved faster too, angling his hose in and out with swift charging strokes. "Oh yeah, that's it. Do it brother, fuck her good and come, come and then I'll come into her, too," Roger panted and I realized that he wasn't about to spray his cream down my throat, but intended upon saving his load-if indeed he could exercise that kind of control-until his brother had finished what he had started.

That was fine with me and when Roger eased back until his cock plopped loudly out of my mouth, rising up along his stomach and bobbing hotly, I knew better than to ask him why he had made me stop. My tongue slid over his balls. They hung down a little longer, more pendulous than his brother's nuts, but equally as arousing as I licked and fondled them with my lips and tongue and even my hands.

My tits were rising up and down, the nipples burning as hotly as my snatch. And then, without a word, moments before I got off as well, Boyd let out a bull-like roar, his boyish eagerness spilling over, for he had reached the point where he no longer could exercise any physical control over his body.

"Yes, fuck, this is it, baby," he moaned, ramming down as hard as he could and stiffening, groaning loudly as I felt the way his cock was throbbing, the muscular pole quivering inside of my cunt. "Ob, yes, now, oh fuck, it's so hot, I'm burning up, so fucking tight. Now it comes, oh yes, my come, feel my load, shit, now, now!"

He cried out, his face bright-red as he held himself steady and his come started pouring out of the rounded plum-shaped head of his hidden tool. I could feel it splashing out, thick wads of his steamy gism splattering against my cunt walls.

My muscles quivered uncontrollably and something triggered off my climax so that an instant later I was thrashing about on the bed, joining him in the pleasure of his release. It was so incredibly heavy, so fucking intense, that my head reeled and the room spun around me.

Roger sank down on his haunches, all eyes to the lewd and hot-blooded display. He staring intently, not touching his dick. It was still hard, but he was saving his load, content to witness the way his brother and myself foamed at the mouth, clinging to each other and shuddering wildly.

We were caught up in our release and as the waves of erotic pleasure rippled up and down my legs and pussy, as more and more thick slippery come poured into my battered trench, Boyd fell against me and pressed his lips to my mouth, slamming his tongue right inside and kissing me passionately.

I wrapped my hands around his back and clung to him as he stretched out on top of me, his body hot and tremulous as his dick continued to ejaculate, shooting like a fire hose until come was oozing down along my fibrillating vaginal walls, syrupy gism matting our pubic hairs.

He licked and sucked on my lips, rubbing his chest from side to side and frictioning up against my tits. I responded with equal passion and excitement, loving his attentions, the fact that he had been gentle yet strong, his cream now reduced to a mere trickle as slowly the pressure began to diminish.

I could feel his cock getting limper and softer, my cunt walls closing in on each other as it slid silently down along my vaginal tract. He still held onto me, but by then I could tell he was about to pull back, no doubt quite aware of the fact that his brother still hadn't gotten off, still hadn't shot his own thick and abundant load of cream.

I almost felt reluctant to give it up, but by then I had quieted down as the last convulsive orgasmic waves shot through me, the heady stoned rushes of pleasure leaving me weak and totally fulfilled. "That was beautiful, Lori," he told me then as he slid around and his cock plopped out with a loud and resounding squish.

"So were you," I admitted and when I saw his dick hanging down, limp and looking forlorn between his thickset thighs, I told him to swing around so that I could lick it clean.

He didn't hesitate, moving towards me even as Roger now got between my thighs. I lay there, watching him, aware of how reddened and wet my cunt was. Come oozed down to form foamy bubbles over my pubes and the lanky fair-skinned youth gripped his dick with one hand, impatient to get started.

"Can you handle it?" he asked, which blew my mind, because I didn't think he was really interested in what I was thinking.

"Sure I can. Just go a little slow in the beginning. I feel all raw inside," I replied and he grinned broadly and pushed forward, easily housing the head of his tool right up against my vulva.

And as he pushed down and I felt his cock slipping inside of me, making me pant with rising pleasure, Boyd wagged his limp dick over my lips and I thrust out my tongue, tasting after-come drooling out, that and the salty remains of his cream which still adhered to the shriveled length of his shaft.

He was smiling, watching Roger go through his paces even as he pushed his dick into my mouth. It was easy taking it right inside, right up to the root. My lips and nose rubbed over his pubes and as I sucked his cock clean, Roger was still thrusting down.

His pecker was longer than his brother's, hitting ground as it were. He didn't stop until he was in right up to the root, his balls knocking against my buns and his cock jerking from side to side. "Shit, you really came a bucket, didn't you, brother?" he said to Boyd. "It's so fucking mushy, it's just unreal."

He pulled halfway out and plunged down again, rhythmically stroking, storing his meat into the wet warm cavern between my legs. "My brother never considers it sloppy seconds," Boyd revealed. "He gets off on fucking a seminalized cunt, one that's filled with cream, especially my cream. Right kiddo?"

"You bet your ass I do, Boyd," he replied, grinning at us as he pulled my legs up higher, rearing up on his knees and fucking me in a kneeling position.

He hooked my legs around his waist and I could almost feel the head of his dick tipping my womb, hitting at my cervix. I was still licking Boyd's cock, but one it was clean he pulled back and did something which only added to both my surprise and pleasure.

For as Roger started moving at a faster rate, hammering in and out with smooth well-lubricated strokes, Boyd moved around on the bed. He pushed his brother forward slightly so that there was an opening between Roger's legs and through it he stuck his head, the top of his head rubbing over his brother's balls.

I didn't know what he was up to until I felt his tongue licking around the edge of my cunt, lapping at each peeled back outer lip and making me open my eyes wide with pleasure and surprise. He was really into sex, to say the least and after he had licked and tongued the stuffed gaping opening of my snatch-and all this time Roger just went about his business as if nothing out of the ordinary was taking place-he moved his head lower, his tongue sliding down past the bottom edge of my cunt until his fingers pulled my buns back to expose my ass-hole.

And the instant his tongue rubbed up against my bottom-hole, I knew I was in for the time of my life. He started licking and sucking, panting as he rimmed me out while his twin brother stroked frantically, ramming his cock in and out of my burning and twitching muff.

Once again I was getting off, thanks to their combined attentions. And when Boyd managed to shove his tongue right inside my ass, I just couldn't believe the excitement I was experiencing, the pleasure of feeling both cock and tongue working on my body.

Well, you can tell what happened as a result.

I came all over again, rimmed out masterfully, fucked blind by Roger ... who, by the way, proved himself to be an equal match to his brother's sexual prowess, knowing how to move, how to use his cock with incredible expertise.

That, as it turned out, was just the beginning. For after that afternoon, the three of us have been pretty inseparable. In fact, we've done things together that would make your hair stand on end, like the time they both succeeded in fucking me simultaneously, Roger in my ass and Boyd in my cunt.

They've even tried to stuff their cocks in my pussy at the same time, though we haven't managed to work that one out yet. But I'm trying, practicing by stuffing larger and larger candles into my cunt, knowing that once I've stretched my pussy to the proper degree, having the two of them at once that way will be just too incredible, too delightful to describe.

Well, now the hassle has to do with my mother, of course. She suspects something's happening, but she doesn't want to admit what it is. And as for Boyd and Roger's parents, they think I'm a nice friend, a babe in the woods.

So you tell me what to do? I'm not about to give them up, not now, not when I'm enjoying myself too much.

* * *

One school of psychological thought would have it that this kind of promiscuous sexual behavior, coupled as it was with group sex and vague but undeniable overtones of homosexual incestuous activity, could only lead to destructive ends, especially when the protagonist involved was a teenager, an adolescent of fifteen years of age.

I did not take that approach, however.

For three sessions I listened carefully to what Lori Daniels told me, aware of her candor and yet, at the same time, aware of a seeming lack of neuroses or psychosexual difficulties. She emerged as a well-adjusted young lady, at least in my critical estimation; a teenager whose approach to sex may not have satisfied her mother's needs, but which had a soundness to it all its own, for she knew exactly what she was doing and, even more than that, had involved herself with two boys who were obviously not emotionally callous or insensitive to her needs.

"Mrs. Daniels," I told her mother after I had seen Lori for the third consecutive week. "Your daughter is a bright and alert youngster. I wouldn't worry about what she does in her spare time. I can assure you, as a parent myself, that you have nothing to worry or concern yourself about. A healthier teenager I've rarely if ever come across."

Whether Lori's mother accepted my advice or not is something I have been yet to discover. But if I know mothers the way I think I do, she is probably still fretting, still convinced that her daughter is not saving herself for the one man in her life, her future husband.

CASE NUMBER TWO

SUBJECT: Dennis Briggs, white male AGE: Sixteen years and nine months

On occasion, an adolescent's natural and highly tuned sexual appetites find expression and instant gratification through more commercial means, ventures into the sordid underworld extant in most big cities, a subculture where sex is sold like meat, under the counter and to the highest bidder.

Such was the situation when I first became acquainted with Dennis Briggs. He was not a juvenile offender in the ordinary sense, though he had spent a short period of time in one of the state's correctional facilities when he was fourteen and a half.

Rather, Dennis' psychosexual and emotional difficulties stemmed from the fact that he was, for all intents and purposes, a sexual "junkie" to coin a phrase, addicted to immediate sexual gratification.

It had gotten him into a bit of trouble with the local law enforcement agencies who had charged him with lewd and lascivious behavior in a public place. Which means to say, Dennis was caught in the act of performing sexual intercourse in an alleyway.

And even though the girl he had been copulating with was totally willing and did not press charges, Dennis was ultimately sent to me through the bureaucratic process, the judge presiding over his hearing having decided the boy was in need of psychological counseling, and, if necessary, psychotherapy as well.

But it was not the misconduct he had been charged with which was the ultimate starting point for our first session. Instead, Dennis made it quite clear to me that the police were the insane ones, and not him.

"They think sex is abnormal. Shit, where were we supposed to go when the urge hit us? My ole lady wouldn't have me in the house with a strange chick. She's afraid that the second she turns her back on me I'm gonna knock some kid up or get the clap. So we did it, man, that's all."

"That's all?" I repeated, raising my eyebrows as the boy addressed me.

"Well, I've gotten used to getting fucked, doc, that's the story," Dennis said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Is that a crime?"

"No, I wouldn't say it is. In fact, I've gotten used to it as well," which made him laugh, dispelling some of the tension between the two of us.

"You see, I used to get paid to have sex ... I mean, to perform. That was just a couple of months ago in fact. But then the place got busted and since then I haven't found any other outfit who needs kids to work for them."

"What do you mean, you got paid?"

"Dirty movies, doc. I got involved with this guy who ran a studio for skin flicks. My pop's dead and my ole lady doesn't make shit, so where else was I supposed to get some money. I mean, I'm not about to start robbin' houses. So when I heard about this place, I thought what a gas, a great way to make some bread and ball all I wanted, both at the same time."

I had heard of such involvements before, though not through any of my patients. But none of them had occurred with teenagers and so I was naturally curious to hear Dennis' story. When I told him I wanted to tape record the session, he cleared his throat as if he was about to go on stage and perform.

The following is his narrative, a rather explicit recounting of his unusual work habits, presenting as it does both a clear-cut picture of one of the seamier sides of our sexual underworld as well as a viable psychological reason for his oversexed appetites, a need for sexual activity far exceeding what we psychologists would even begin to call the norm.

* * *

I heard about this place a couple of months ago, from some kid I knew who lived down in the Village. He was a runaway and he'd gotten busted a couple of times, but I used to see him in the park with his dog and I was always curious how he got the bread to survive, to hold his trip together.

So when I decided to ask him, right away he came out with this story about how he got paid to pose for skin flicks and photos and shit like that. He told me he got stoned beforehand and balled all these wild groupie-type chicks, other runaways who needed to make some quick money.

I wasn't a virgin at the time, mind you, hadn't been since I was thirteen. But finding chicks who liked to get laid wasn't the easiest thing in the world, either. I wasn't seeing any one chick in particular and of late I'd been hornier than ever, constantly jerking off and obsessing about finding a good piece of ass.

So when this hippie told me about working in blue movies, I really turned on to the idea. I asked him if there were any kind of special requirements and he looked at me and laughed and said that if I had a cock that was all I needed, though the bigger my meat was the better they'd like it.

Well, who the fuck knew what was big meat or not. I mean, I've never gone around asking or comparing, though I've never gotten any complaints in that department, either. So I figured the worst that could happen would be that they'd say no.

The cat gave me their phone number and I called up that same day, telling them I'd heard they needed guys to work in X-rated films. "How old are you, kid?" this gruff male voice on the other end said to me.

I must have psyched him out the right way, because I didn't lie in the least, telling him I was sixteen and a half. "How tall, how much you weigh, and what are you carrying around, a pickle or a peanut, boy?" he went on.

I turned red, even though we were talking over the phone. But anyway, I told him what he wanted to know. "Five-ten, 162 pounds, forty inch chest and twenty-nine inch waist. Anything else?"

"You hung, boy?"

"You've gonna have to be the judge of that, mister. I ain't ever measured. But no one's complained in the past, if that's what you're thinking," I told him, hoping I'd said the right thing, for the more I thought about the job, the better I liked it.

Anyway, he started to laugh and gave me the address, a loft down in the SoHo district, south of Houston Street where a lot of artists and photographers have their studios. He told me to be there early the following evening and when I asked him how much they paid, he told me it all depended on how good I was, but that I could make anywhere from fifty to a hundred bucks per film.

Shit, that was more money than I could earn doing a regular part-time job so I thanked him and wrote down the address. Well, I was really turned on, really fired up to get the job. I'd seen enough French flicks in the past to know what a good time I could have, getting paid to ball all these different chicks.

And believe me, I wasn't worried about anyone seeing me in a skin flick. Shit, I'm not gonna be President, so what's the difference? Besides, I rather grooved on the idea of showing my stuff, knowing that I was good in bed and that maybe they'd end up paying me a hundred bucks a shot, instead of just fifty.

Well, I didn't tell my mother where I was going, but she didn't give a shit, either. I took the subway down to this loft and when I finally found the place, it was already dark out. I pushed open the front door and walked up the stairs, following an arrow someone had scrawled with crayon along the landing.

I could hear a radio going and when I knocked on the door, someone told me to walk right on in. "You the kid I spoke to yesterday, Dennis Brown?" for I'd given a fake last name, just to be on the safe side.

"That's me," I said, hooking my thumbs in the pockets of my jeans, my chest swelling as I moved to the desk where this guy sat. He'd been reading a girlie magazine and he put it down and looked at me, his eyes narrowing as he covered me from head to toe.

"What do you think, Moe; he got any possibilities?"

At that moment another guy came into the front room, passing through a curtain which covered a doorway at the other end of the office. He was an older guy, in his late thirties, with thinning hair and a foxy look about him, like he knew his business, knew how to make money, that is.

"Maybe," the guy said, leaning against the wall and giving me the once-over.

I felt shitty, like I was just a piece of meat or something. But I didn't open up a smart mouth and wise off, either. I just kept my cool, knowing they weren't gonna do anyone a favor, not when money was involved in the transaction.

"Here, kid, take a look at this and then take off your clothes. We gotta see what we're hiring. Besides, to tell you the truth, a lot of kids who might work out can't get it up in public, when anyone else is looking."

I nodded my head and picked up the magazine, rifling through the pages even as they kept staring at me. But sex was the one thing in the world I got off on, the one thing I had no hang-ups about. I mean, I dug the fact of other people watching, remembering how about a year before I'd balled this older woman, a lady who lived in our building and, at the same time, one of my friends watched us having sex together.

It had only added to my pleasure, so now I skimmed through the magazine, devouring all those groovy raunchy pictures of chicks getting it up the ass and in the mouth, all these fucking big-titted hairy cunts staring back at me as I turned the pages.

Shit, it was enough to make my mouth water and my cock was hard in like less than a minute flat. Well, as soon as I started rubbing my fingers over the bulge in my jeans, I put down the magazine and started taking off my clothes.

I didn't bother looking at these two guys, but I knew they weren't homos or anything, not about to put their hands on me or try to get me to put out like some guys did when I was up at that state farm when I was fourteen.

This was strictly business. I was a piece of merchandise they were going to film, package, and ultimately market and so I took off my dungaree jacket and then my polo shirt and right away, even before I took off my jeans, I knew they were impressed.

I'm into weight-lifting, that sort of shit and I've got a pretty good build for my age, not super-muscled but just enough definition to get a lot of chicks hot for my bod; Anyway, I kicked off my boots and then skinned down my jeans. I hadn't bothered to wear undershorts and the minute my cock jerked out into the open, the job was mine.

I stepped out of my jeans and stood there, looking up at them, my hands on my hips. I wasn't embarrassed in the least and Moe nodded his head, visibly impressed. "You said you never measured, kiddo?" the other guy laughed. "Shit, that's eight fucking inches hard if I ever saw one. We're gonna start you at fifty and if the first flick goes okay, the next one will get you sixty, ten bucks more each one until you hit the top of the scale. You on?"

"Bet your sweet ass I am," I grinned, rubbing my hands together while they told me to put my clothes on again, that they were expecting two teenyboppers who worked for them before to arrive within the hour.

"No sweat," Moe said. "We're a small private operation. I handle the camera and Lou here takes care of the lights and the scripts and shit like that. He'll give you an outline. You read it over and then follow what it says, okay."

"Fine," I told him, following Lou behind the curtain into the loft. There was a bed up on a platform, two end tables and a lamp, all surrounded by some expensive looking photographic equipment, arc lights and shit like that.

Well, I read the script they gave me, just a sheet of paper with a rough outline I'd have to follow. Fuck, the things they wanted me to do I would have gladly done for free, they were so far out. Anyway, I didn't tell them that of course and stood around, looking at the stuff they had until the two chicks arrived.

I hoped they weren't bad looking, though for fifty bucks I wasn't about to be put off even if they were skanks. But man, let me tell you, there are so many groovy looking chicks in town who need bread, and need it fast, that when Judy and Enid arrived, I thought I'd shit a brick they were so far-out, so put together.

I mean, teenyboppers they were, the antique clothes and the spaced out eyes, but boy, they sure knew what they had going for them, that's all I can say. They passed me a joint right away and I sat down on the edge of the bed and wolfed down the smoke, eying them and delighted with what I saw.

Both of them were pretty short, maybe five-two or-three at the most. But they were stacked, two little dolls, Judy with reddish-brown hair and Enid with black hair, frizzy and done up in a kind of fake Afro.

"So you're the new stud, eh?" Judy asked me as I passed her the joint. Enid was watching us, glancing at the outline of the script while Moe started setting up the lights and cameras. "Just make sure you're clean. I don't want to be hassled with a dose, okay."

I didn't like the tone of her voice, like she was a real smart-ass kid, right from the start, a little spoiled bitch who needed money to keep away from her rich parents. But I kept my cool, knowing that I was going to have my fun my way, fuck whatever she thought about it.

Because the script made me Lucky Pierre, the guy in the middle. There was virtually no story line. All I did was sit on the bed, dressed in what I had on except the jean jacket. Well, let me just tell you what happened instead of describing the outline of the flick.

When everything was set up, I conferred with Moe and he gave me a few pointers. The chicks went behind a fake door near the bed and I settled back against the pillows with the magazine of dirty pictures they'd given me to look at before.

But by this time I was really hot to trot and the grass had only added to my excitement, intensifying my need for sex. My cock felt as if it was burning, so fucking hard that I thought it was about to break right off from the unending pressure.

Anyway, the lights were hot and blinding and then they started the camera going. It was mounted on a tripod or something similar to that, but it could also be taken off and handheld when they wanted to get up real close. Lou also had some cameras for stills around his neck and there I was, oblivious to the lights and the whir of the camera, sitting on the bed with my head against the pillows and my legs stretched out in front of me.

I'd taken off my boots too and I wiggled my toes, turning the pages of the magazine and really enjoying myself, like the fact that here I was, a kid right off the street and a stranger to all of them, about to give them the show and performance of their fucking lives.

I was rubbing my dick, moving my hand up and down against my crotch so that the outline of my hard-on was purposely visible, arching down along the inside of one leg of my jeans. And the more I looked at the photos, the more turned on I got.

Then, they started knocking on the door and I put down the magazine and slid my legs over the side of the bed. I got to my feet and opened the door, smiling at them and beckoning them inside. Moe had said we could talk, say anything we wanted in fact to make it realer for us.

"Not bad," Enid laughed, really into what she was doing, even more than her friend Judy. She reached out and rubbed her hand up and down the bulging outline of my pecker and even Judy opened her eyes wide, turned on to the fact that I had a big piece of meat.

"How old are you two, anyway?" I asked as they sat down on the edge of the bed and I stood there, staring down at them.

"Fifteen and don't start acting like a prick, either, Judy snapped, but she was also giggling, admiring my hard-on as I saw the way their mini skirts rose up around their thighs.

And then, as I stood there and kept rubbing at my cock, they suddenly jumped me. Even though it was all in the script, I was still taken by surprise, letting out a startled cry as they threw themselves on top of me and we all hurtled onto the bed.

In a flash they had me pinned down and Moe and Lou yelled out that I should scream and act frightened, which I did. But I didn't fight back. Instead, I pulled black-haired Enid down to me and pressed my lips right up against her tits.

She moaned as if she hadn't had sex in months, rubbing her jugs over my face as I felt them bouncing behind the tight see-through blouse she was wearing. Shit, she didn't have a bra on either and for a fifteen-year-old chick, she was certainly doing fine.

I guess people get off on seeing kids fucking and balling and making out like bandits. I mean, I know I was getting off and I couldn't have been happier, rubbing my mouth over her knockers, sucking on one hot little nipple and then the other.

But even as I started ripping off her blouse and she swiveled around so that she was straddling me and sitting on my chest, fucking Judy was carrying on to beat the band. She was down between my legs, having pushed my thighs apart.

Anyway, I was working on Enid and then I stiffened the instant I felt Judy reaching out and taking hold of the zipper to my jeans. "That's it," Lou yelled out. "Show him how hot you are for his meat, baby!"

Whether she was or not I was yet to discover, but she yanked the zipper down in a flash, unbuckling my belt almost at the same time. I started pumping my hips forward, grinding up towards her hand as she pulled my fly open and reached inside.

Holy shit, I thought I'd come and shoot my wad, right then and there. I'd never been with two chicks at once, though it was certainly the kind of scene I'd dreamed about before. But now it was happening, and faster than ever.

I got Enid's blouse off, took one look at her honey-colored knockers and smacked my lips. They were two pert little cone-shaped beauties, the nipples fucking long as new pink pencil erasers. I leaned forward as she pushed down against my parted lips.

"Baby do it, and then later I'm gonna get that fucking salami of yours, right where it belongs," she murmured as I clamped my lips around one tit and felt the camera hovering down my back, whirring so loudly I was almost frightened for a minute until I figured out what it was .

But who gave a shit about Mou and Lou, anyway? I was eating it all up, sucking on the chick's titties and really going wild. And all this time, Judy had been playing around with my cock, hauling it out into the open.

She ran her fingers up and down the length of my pole and it was leaking hotly, pre-come drooling out over the wide bulbous head of my prick. "Shit, you are hung, man," she muttered hotly and saying this she leaned down and blew hot air over my cock, fanning her breath along my pole and making me sweat and tremble uncontrollably.

"Don't you fucking shoot yet until we tell you to, Dennis," Moe yelled out, but I didn't want to rush into things in any event, so I wasn't particularly hassled about what he'd warned me about.

It was just perfect, lying there stretched out on the bed, my jeans pushed down around my hips and Judy gripping my dong around the base, blowing air at it and making me tremble with violent and insatiable excitement.

Enid was moaning as loudly as I was, wiggling from side to side so that I could feel her tight little ass rubbing over my chest. I reached down then and pulled her skirt up around her waist, shoving my hand right underneath it until I felt the front of her panties.

Shit, they were sopping wet and I rubbed up and down against her pussy. I could feel her pubes rustling beneath the nylon, her cunt lips squishing open and shut, making loud liquidy sounds. "Ohh, do it, lover, do it for me," she panted as she shoved her tits into my mouth and I kept on lapping away like mad.

And then Judy got going, suddenly leaning down and pressing her lips right over the head of my joint. Shit, it was too good to be true, feeling the way her slim little tongue lashed over the leaking head of my dong, slobbering and sucking in more and more of my pole between her lips.

She was getting so turned on that it pleased me to no end and I kept pumping forward, unable to see what she was doing but shoving more and more of my cock into her mouth, even as she gurgled and choked, barely able to take it all in.

"Perfect!" Lou commented, though I didn't look back at them to see what they were up to.

I just did my thing, no two ways about it, rubbing my eager hand up and down over the front of Enid's panties, trying to pull down her undies and finding it not as easy as all that. But finally, she moved back, gasping as I stared at her tits, the way the nipples had mushroomed, hard and taut and spongy against my hands.

She giggled mischievously and scooted off the bed so that I got a chance to see Judy performing. She was kneeling there between my thighs, hunched over with her face down over my dick, almost the entire length of my boner buried between her lips.

She sucked eagerly, lashing her tongue up and down, slurping wildly and making me tremble against her. I kept bucking and heaving, trying to reach out and shove her head lower, right up to the root. But when I succeeded she pulled away from me and lifted her head, her face flushed and her cheeks reddened as she sucked air into her lungs.

"Shit, that's too much for anyone, kiddo," she exclaimed and I grinned lewdly as she took hold of my jeans and wiggled off the bed, tugging them down off of my legs.

I lifted my ass up and watched her, shaking with excitement, my eyes turning to stare at

Enid now as she made short work of taking off the rest of her clothes. All she had on now was just her skirt and panties and she wiggled out of it and let it drop to her ankles, standing there with just her narrow little nylon bikini briefs, enticing me with her raw teenage display of sexuality.

She was a fucking little piece, all right, a real hot bunny who was getting so turned on she couldn't stop staring, feasting her eyes on my tool and smacking her lips. "Shit, we're gonna have a blast, a fucking trip," she murmured and I wondered if she was tripping then, for her eyes looked stoned and glazed over, the pupils dilated incredibly.

But anyway, I was more interested in her snatch, visible behind the front of her panties. It was a narrow dark shadow and she hooked her thumbs underneath the ragged elastic ringing her waist and peeled them down like she was skinning a banana.

Light bulbs were flashing and the camera moved closer, Moe squinting through the lens as Enid shucked off her undies and stood there, stark naked and grinning wildly. This was obviously her bag, just as it was mine and man, did she do a number on my head, let me tell you.

There she was, standing there like nothing out of the ordinary was taking place, inviting the eye of the camera to penetrate her snatch as she spread her tapering slim thighs apart and pushed her cunt right up to the lens.

Her pussy was narrow, sparsely furred with glistening black hairs like the mane on a pony's neck. But I could easily see the twin pink outer lips, fucking raggedy -edged and drooping down on either side of her furrow.

I pulled my t-shirt up over my head as my jeans came off and Judy got off the bed. And then I leaned back against the pillows, smiling at them, flicking out my tongue as she -edged closer, shoving her box back and forth so that I could see cunt juice spilling down, dripping along the insides of her thighs.

She was a tasty piece, let me tell you and what was more, she knew it, too. "Want a lick, stud?" she giggled and I kept snaking my tongue out of my mouth, holding onto my cock and skinning it back and forth so that the head got even more livid with blood, swelling hotly before her wide and staring eyes.

"Come on over here and let me stuff my tongue right up your cooze, kiddo," I murmured, glancing over at Judy as she moved around to the other side of the bed. She too was getting undressed, keeping her eyes on my cock as if she was afraid it would disappear.

But I wasn't going anywhere, that you can be sure of, not with the cameras grinding away and these two hot little teenyboppers standing there, one on either side of me, murmuring their rising excitement as I kept egging them on, rubbing my fingers over my meat and feeling more and more pre-come drooling out of the rounded head of my tool.

Judy's tits were even bigger than her friend's, rounder and heavier as well. They flopped back and forth, the nipples like cherries, looking as if she'd put rouge or some kind of makeup on them, they were so red. She played with her knockers for a moment, making the nipples swell up even more.

I wanted to jump off the bed and attack the two of them, but the script made me a little too passive, at least for my own personal tastes. Anyway, Judy was wiggling out of her mini skirt when Enid finally consented to make her move. They'd taken enough shots of her cunt and when I glanced over at Moe, I wasn't surprised to see the telltale bulge in his baggy pants, thrusting out with excitement.

Enid got up on the bed seconds before Judy took off all of her clothes. And when I turned to look at her, it was my turn to go wild, staring with even more excitement than I had at Enid. Because if she was a piece of ass, Judy was even more of one, standing there with a smug grin on her face, her hands running up and down her flanks and her cunt just looking at me with all the confidence in the world.

It was, to put it mildly, one of the most luscious looking pussies I'd ever had the pleasure to see in all my fucking life. I mean, man, this chick had a cunt that went on for days, it was so fantastic looking.

Whereas Enid had a sparse little bush and narrow drooping lips, Judy had meat on her box, her pubic mound padded and fleshy like a pouch, covered with a thick triangular patch of reddish-brown pubes which nearly obscured the lush meaty interior of her vagina.

Because as Enid wiggled up between my legs, staring over at my cock and completely turned on and out of her skull, I was all eyes to Judy, licking my lips again and again, staring as they took close-ups of her as well and she reached down and grabbed hold of the lips of her box, peeling them back so that I could see how thick and developed they were.

"Ride him, baby. Do a number on his meat," Lou called out with obvious excitement and at that instant, even as I continued to stare, mesmerized, hypnotized by Judy's pussy, Enid reached down and grabbed hold of my joystick.

"What a fucking pickle," she giggled with delight, rubbing her eager young fingers up and down the length of my meaty pole. I trembled in response, glancing over at her, but still so aroused by the sight of Judy's pussy that I didn't even know what was really coming off.

For just when she started moving to the bed, leading me on and displaying her dripping raw meaty box, Enid straddled my thighs, rubbing her ass over my legs and then pushing the skinned back head of my dick right up against her cunt furrow.

I had to turn back to her then, groaning savagely as I lunged forward, thrusting agilely and trying to cram my dong right into place. She pushed down, the head of my cock flat against her opening so that I could feel how hot and juicy her box was.

"Man, it's gonna be a trip, a fucking gas," she murmured, straining and panting as she lifted her ass off of my legs and pushed forward, crying to align her box with my tool. Her cunt lips slowly eased back, trying and gradually succeeding in embracing the head of my pulsating cock.

"That's it," I murmured hotly, pushing forward and rubbing my fingers over her tits. I caught sight of Judy moving, right out of the corner of my eye. She climbed up on the bed behind my head, watching us and waiting for Enid to plunge down over my massive thick dick.

"Ride him!"

This from either Lou or Moe. I couldn't tell, but the lights were nearly blinding me and sweat was dripping down my body as she grunted wildly and heaved herself down, pushing forward until her ragged--edged cunt flaps slid back, sticking tightly to the monstrously swollen head of my penis.

Shit, it was too good to describe, for even as she pushed her cunt lower and crammed more and more of my dick inside of her snatch, I was gyrating my hips from side to side, humping and grinding forward and screaming out for more and more of her twat.

The heat of her box, the way the walls of her pussy were so fucking wet, all added incredibly to the pleasure I was feeling. I wanted to eat out Judy, but for the moment I waited until Enid had succeeded, unable to control myself as I pulled her down and she screamed out, feeling the way my cock was now tearing and plunging right up into the depths of her pussy.

"Slower, slower!" she screamed. "It's too big, oh fuck, so much, so thick!"

"You love it, baby," I gloated, laughing and moving towards her as nearly the entire length of my boner pierced her to the quick.

Shit, was she ever tight, a real little virginal pussy if ever I felt one. She was panting and groaning, barely able to maintain her balance on top of my crotch. Finally, the last hot inches slid into place and she wiggled and undulated her hips, catching her breath and sitting flush against my meat.

The two guys were having a ball, snapping pictures like mad, catching every detail as my meat throbbed inside of her tight and clinging muff. What a juicy little box it was too and so fucking narrow and clinging it felt as if she was skinning my pecker raw, denuding my shaft of flesh.

But when she got used to it, when the walls of her cunt began to expand under the insistent pressure of my hard-on, it was Judy's turn to get back into the picture, literally and figuratively. She had been sitting behind me, her thighs touching my hair, watching intently as Enid tried to gobble up my meat. But when she made it, when she started riding my dick, lifting herself up off of my crotch and then pushing down again, my hands still playing and fondling her titties, Judy suddenly made her own demands known.

"Come here, sugar," she groaned and she pushed my head back and suddenly sat right on my face. Shit, I could barely breathe as she whimpered and rubbed her hairy and meaty cunt right over my face.

It was gamy, the odor pungent and spicy and unbelievably heavy as well. But it aroused me incredibly, the smell one of the prettiest in all the world. Lifting her ass up slightly, she nuzzled my mouth and I stuck out my tongue, drilling it over the outer surface of her box.

And remember, all this time Enid was getting hotter and hotter, about to explode, or so it seemed at that particular instant. She rode my cock like a hobby horse, rising and falling, lifting herself up and then plunging down again to consume every last hard burning inch of my throbbing pole.

The friction made me toss and turn on the bed and my pants and whimpers of excitement were now muffled, barely audible as Judy kept pushing her twat into my mouth. I let go of Enid's tits and slid my hands back under Judy's creamy-white thighs, rubbing up and down as she moved into a better position, one which enabled me to really do justice to her fantastically exciting and succulent muff.

Because succulent wasn't the word for it, so much fucking juice streaming down that it gushed over my chin and cheeks and down along my neck. "Do it, eat me good, tiger," she groaned, pumping forward at nearly the same insistent rate Enid was using as she rode my cock with gusto and delight.

Well, I didn't have to be encouraged.

It all came naturally and shit, did I ever get her hot. I grabbed hold of her cunt lips and by this time they were swollen like two little sausages, one on either side of her gaping and dilated furrow. Her hairy gash was dripping with musky cunt juice and her flaps were wet and hot to the touch, puffy as well.

Gripping them securely, I pulled them violently back, making her scream out as she kept pumping up and down, frictioning and rubbing her cunt in my face. Now you've got to remember that all this time I was still dealing with Enid, trying to hold back even as I got more and more aroused.

Because by then I could feel her getting ready to come. Her cunt muscles were going haywire, clenching, gripping, contracting and then unclenching around my swollen burning shaft. She kept pushing up and down, plunging hotly and making me groan with incredible passion.

"Yeah, do it, eat her good," she called out, encouraging me as I pulled Judy's cunt lobes wider apart, examining the pulpy reddened wet flesh of her vulva. And when I caught sight of her girlish and tender little clit, I had myself a feast, my tongue snaking out to lash right around the nubby morsel of flesh.

That did it, as far as she was concerned.

I triggered something all right, because she was going berserk, rubbing her fingers over her lush melon-shaped gourds even as she kept shoving her crotch over my mouth. My tongue did a job on her all right, licking and slurping over her clit, wiggling way inside her shuddering box and scooping up the honey which poured out over my lips and tongue.

"Man, yeah, I want it, do it, more, more and then fuck me too, fuck me with that fucking piece of salami," she murmured, shaking and wild-eyed as Enid kept bouncing up and down, almost on the verge of her climax.

"Shoot it kiddo!" Moe yelled to her and she went at it even faster than before, bobbing up and down like a bottle tossing about in a wave, churning over my hairy crotch and making my cock burn from the unreal friction and heat of her cooze.

"Ohh now, sure, yeah I can feel it. Oh fuck he's unreal. It's so big, so fucking thick," she panted, while all this time I was still eating out Judy, smacking my lips and making her shudder voluptuously each time I jabbed my wide raspy tongue deep inside of her box.

And then Enid went tumbling forward and over the edge, no longer able to control herself or hold back. She screamed violently, a thick murky and oily gush of sap streaming down her stuffed and well-filled vaginal walls, lubricating my dong as she undulated her hips from side to side, lashing them against my shaft and coming like there was no tomorrow.

"Yes, yes now, now your fucker, shit, now!" she kept babbling, shaking against me. I couldn't even see her expression, my vision blocked, filled with Judy's raw and pungent quim.

"More, lick me good and then I'm gonna show you what it's all about," Judy promised as she kept pushing back and forth, my nose rubbing over her coarse wiry pubes and my breath coming in sweet aching gasps of raw excitement.

It was a miracle that I didn't shoot my wad, right then and there. But I tried to hold back and finally Enid collapsed against me. It was Judy's turn and she eased back and swiveled around on the bed, pushing Enid out of the way.

She rose up, wild-eyed and still shuddering, slowly lifting herself off of my wet and sweaty crotch. The camera caught that one really well, closing in on her crotch and filming us as she lifted her bush off of my dick and my pecker slid out into the open with a loud and resounding plop.

She fell over onto her side, gasping for breath as I finally managed to pull my head together.

I didn't want to lay on my back for the rest of the film, that you can be sure of. So when Judy tried to get into the same position Enid had taken, I made sure that I got my way this time, and not the other way around.

I rolled to the side, reared up and pushed her down onto her back. She got the hint as I lurched forward, ripping her shapely slim thighs apart and holding myself steady, my weight rested on my hips and my cock within striking distance.

"You're doing fine, kiddo. This time you can shoot whenever you're ready," Moe yelled and I smiled lewdly and held onto my dick, not about to stop or take no for an answer.

"Come on stud. Show me your stuff. Show me if you're good, if you can turn me on," Judy hissed, lifting her legs and locking her ankles around the small of my back, right above my butt.

I plunged forward, bracing myself on one hand and concentrating on stuffing my hose into place with a minimum of effort. I didn't count on any difficulties and I didn't encounter any, either. Her cunt flaps gaped widely and her thighs were nicely spread-eagled, enabling me to get right inside with no trouble at all.

For the instant the head of my hot and burning cock pushed forward, ripping into her, she went berserk, let me tell you. She started clawing at my shoulders, heaving herself forward and screaming like a fucking little minx, a real hot-blooded spitfire who had only one thing on her mind, to get fucked and fucked royally.

Well, that was the name of the game and shit if I wasn't the guy to do a job on her. For a fifteen-year-old chick, life in the big city and probably out on the streets had taken its toll. She was no baby, no innocent, despite the fact that she was still a kid ... at least chronologically.

And when my glans made contact and wedged itself right up against her succulent little clit, she was about to freak out, unable to control herself. The fit was not as tight as Enid's had been, but Judy's auburn-haired crotch was even wetter, almost making gurgling sucking noises as I pushed forward, concentrating on what I was doing and panting loudly.

"More, hurry, give it to me," she begged, straining and pushing forward even as I dug in even more.

Slowly my shaft wiggled into place, spreading and stretching her cunt lips apart as I endeavored to cram the entire hard length of my boner into her pussy. She wanted it just as badly as I did and it wasn't difficult as I kept thrusting down, feeling the way my pole was scraping and sliding deeper and deeper inside, rubbing along her wet shuddering vaginal walls as she started to use her cunt muscles to nip and milk my cock-shaft.

"Fine, yeah, more, more," Moe told us and I was oblivious to everything else by then, not even knowing what Enid was up to, though the script called for more action on her part, that you can be fucking sure of.

Anyway, I kept going, sliding down and watching my progress, the way her cunt seemed to be eating me alive, gobbling my meat down like a hungry mouth. She kept panting, her nipples stiff and turgid, capping her jugs.

I licked them and lowered my head, grunting and giving a final forward heave which did the trick. Because now the entire length was hidden, my cock completely embedded and buried right up to the fucking hairy root.

My balls were loaded with hot strong come and they whacked against her upraised legs, tickling her buns as she kept on moaning and howling, demanding and getting whatever she wanted. "How does it feel?" I asked her, holding myself down, both hands outstretched, one on either side of her flushed and sweaty young body.

"Perfect, oh shit, it's beautiful. It's good, so fucking thick and long," she moaned, shaking fitfully against me, rubbing her tits over my mouth as I swung from side to side and pushed my hose along one clinging wet vaginal wall and then the other.

I mean, it was so good I could hardly believe it was all-taking place, having these two little pussies for my very own, fucking and sucking and carrying on with them like I'd never been able to do before in all of my life.

And as I held myself steady and felt the way she was pulling me down, working her muscles around my hose, Enid suddenly got back into the action. I didn't even hear her moving around, too preoccupied to see what she was up to.

But the moment I pulled my dong halfway out and the camera seemed to be breathing down my neck and taking it all in, Enid suddenly grabbed hold of my buns and pulled them back. I turned my head over my shoulder, just in time to see her leering at me, leaning forward as she knelt behind my ass.

"You've got the right idea, sugar. So dig that hot little fucking tongue of yours right inside my ass and rim me good," I told her and she smiled lewdly, nodding her head, tripped out on speed or something.

But anyway, there I was, Dennis Briggs the new superstud movie star, plowing in and out of Judy's hot dripping cunt and loving the way she moved with me, pumping her hips forward, meeting my deep and plunging strokes.

We were beyond control or communication then and my entire body was flooded with pleasure, my nerve endings twitching, burning and on fire. Each stroke brought us both closer to coming and her cunt was incredibly hot and tight, gripping me forcefully and delighting me to no end.

But even as I kept at it, quickening the pace of my deep thrusting cock-strokes, Enid was starting in on my ass, turning me on from the other end so that I wasn't able to see straight. She knelt there, her hands on my buns, pulling them wide and then lowering her head into place.

Her slim wet tongue skidded out, lashing down along my sweaty and narrow ass furrow, tickling my bottom-hole and making me wiggle my buns from side to side, egging and goading her on. She was loving it, I could tell, smacking her lips and getting more and more fired up as I continued to plunge and dart and ram my peter in and out of Judy's muff.

Judy wasn't able to speak, moaning frantically and unable to get enough of my joint. But it was Enid who now did the trick, as far as I'm concerned, doubling my pleasure-and as they say-doubling my fun. Her tongue tickled and slurped over my ass-hole and she even bent gingerly down and licked my heaving balls, making me claw at the bedding and pant uncontrollably.

But it was my ass she was after and she returned to my bottom-hole and stretched my buns even more, slowly easing her hot little tongue right inside. That was too good to be true, for the instant I felt her tongue against my prostate gland, I thought I'd come, right then and there.

There was no stopping any of us and Judy was almost about to cream as I pounded away, one darting jabbing stroke after another, filling her cunt to the breaking point, working on her hot rounded knockers and working my sphincter muscles at the same time, trying to hold Enid's tongue in place.

She slurped loudly and eagerly, playing with my nuts with her hands as she rimmed me out and Judy suddenly stiffened, raking her fingernails over my back and shoulders. I knew she had reached the point of no return and I rose up, leering at her and smirking, holding my cock almost all the way out and then ramming it down again, so hard and so quickly that it knocked her breath away and triggered her release.

She became even more frantic and wild, holding onto me, coming and screaming and babbling incoherently. I couldn't even understand what she was saying, but whatever it was, she sure was turned on, let me tell you that.

I could feel her sap gurgling down like drool, lubricating and coating my dong. "Yes, I want it, more, oh shit so good, give it to me, come, come you fucking cocksucker, shoot, shoot it into me!" she moaned, ranting and raving and making me pant with incredible delight.

I was almost there as well, thanks to both Judy as well as Enid. Her tongue was ramming its way in and out of my shuddering butt, making me groan savagely and wantonly, delighted by the twin stimuli, fucking and being rimmed out at the same time. And shit, she sure knew what she was doing, too.

Her tongue slurped hungrily and I gasped for breath, feeling the way Judy's vaginal walls continued to shudder, palpitating and fibrillating against my joint, her muscles gone wild and her skin glowing and flushed with ruddy color.

The intensity of her climax spurred me on and I wanted to shoot my load then, wanted to feel my semen soaring out of the buried head of my dick, flooding her pussy with a gush of cream the-likes of which I was quite sure she'd rarely if ever felt before, despite all of her experience, especially in skin flicks.

So I quickened my pace, hammering away like mad, jabbing and lunging in and out at a breakneck rate. But when Enid pulled her tongue out of my rump and rapidly replaced it with her index finger, I knew it was all over, that I had finally and at long last reached the moment of no return, unable to hold back any longer.

"Shoot, shoot it!" Moe screamed, almost sounding as frantic as I was as the lights burned down on me and I moaned, feeling the way Enid's plunging finger was moving in and out of my ass, tickling my prostate while her other hand cupped my nuts, squeezing and milking them and trying to get me to shoot.

Judy collapsed on the bed, too exhausted to move and then it was finally my turn and all of a sudden it happened. I could feel my muscles contracting, bulging out as I stiffened and ripped into her cunt as hard as I could, my pubes matted with her cunt fur and my cock burning and throbbing deep inside her wet and steamy gash.

"Oh you wanted it, so now feel it. Shit, oh yes baby, this is it, my come, what a load, feel it, feel my cream!" I cried out triumphantly, holding myself steady and whimpering like a baby as the first hot bolts of my cream gushed into her battered and overheated muff.

She stiffened too, holding onto me again, her eyes opened wide and unblinking. I fell against her, even as Enid kept finger-fucking my ass. I couldn't stop twitching and shaking, acting as if I was having a fit.

But so much come began to flood her pussy that that too was just unreal, not to be believed. I'd never shot a load like that ever before, one burst of gism after another, my cock ejaculating like a tommy gun and her pussy getting mushier and mushier as a result of my come.

It was perfect, what can I say.

I kept at it until the last thick wads had oozed out and though I wanted to lay on top of her and catch my breath, savoring the heat of her sheath, Lou told me to pull my tool out so that they could get a final shot of my cream dripping down over her tits.

Reluctantly, I did as I was told, easing my half-hard pecker out into the open, trailing clots of semen along with it. She was beside her and Enid moved her finger out of my butt as I reared up, catching my breath and resting on the backs of my legs, come dribbling over her tits and belly.

"Perfect," he yelled and suddenly it was over, the lights going down as I fell over onto my side and closed my eyes, totally exhausted and yet totally fulfilled, so delighted with what had taken place that later, when they gave me fifty bucks cash, I couldn't thank them enough, like they'd done me a favor and I hadn't worked hard at all.

Well, the point of this whole thing is that I did a hell of a lot more films for Moe and Lou. I mean, I reached top scale in no time at all. And the more sex I had, the more I wanted. Shit, we did some pretty freaky raunchy movies, too, all kinds of far-out stuff that I really grooved on.

Ant then they were busted and closed up shop and when I went around to some other places I'd heard about, they didn't want to hire me, saying I'd been overexposed, whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean. But that didn't stop me, if you know what I mean.

Shit, I'd gotten so accustomed to so much sex, to getting my rocks off almost every night of the week, that it was just too difficult to change my habits after I stopped working for them. That's why the fuzz got me, when they caught me balling this chick in an alley. Shit man, what am I supposed to do, cut off my dick because I can't find enough pussy? It just doesn't work that way, that's all. Fuck it, I just wish I could get another job. It would solve all my problems, no two ways about it.

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Perhaps that was, indeed, the answer to young Dennis Briggs' problem. I could not tell him what to do because his overdeveloped sexual appetites did not seem all that abnormal to me. Most males reach their sexual prime during adolescence as opposed to later on and Dennis was obviously an early developer.

But what I could advise him was to stay out of trouble with the law, to try to exercise enough judgment, common sense and control so that his insatiable sexual appetites did not get him into unnecessary trouble.

What has happened to Dennis since then is up for speculation. I never heard from the boy again, though I would suspect that if I examined the merchandise for sale in any standard adult book shop or similar emporium, I would no doubt encounter his face staring back at me.

For young men like Dennis, sex can be big business, especially if it pays. And obviously, he was the kind of youth who knew how to make money and to get what he wanted at the same time.

CASE NUMBER THREE

SUBJECT: Carla Demarco, white female AGE: Seventeen years and one month

Perhaps one of the most unusual and difficult cases I was ever called upon to treat concerned a high school senior by the name of Carla Demarco, a slightly plump but far from unattractive teenager who was brought to my office by her aunt.

The woman was Carla's legal guardian, as both the youngster's parents had died, one shortly after the other, leaving her an orphan at the age of eleven or twelve. Mrs. Addizi, Carla's aunt, was a rather hysterical type, given to the belief that psychiatrists were for people who were insane.

And, I may add, she was quite convinced that her niece was, indeed, out of her mind. Unable to get the story out of her, I called Carla into the office and had my nurse escort her aunt outside into the waiting room.

"She thinks I'm sick in the head. I don't know, maybe I am," Carla said. She took a seat and sat there, munching on a candy bar, looking up at me as if nothing was really the matter.

"Why would you say that?" I asked her.

"Well, it's because of what happened. I mean, it's pretty embarrassing, especially telling a man about it. And what made it worse was that the kids ended up telling their parents, the little bastards. I'm just lucky they didn't call the cops on me. But instead, they didn't even speak to me. They called my aunt and made her promise to take me to a shrink or else they would go to the police and tell them what I'd done."

"I think I'm losing you," I confessed. "What kids? Whose parents are you talking about?"

"Look, I was a babysitter for these people I knew. They had two kids and well ... one night I guess it got carried away. What can I say, doctor? They think I'm a pervert."

"I think you'd better start from the beginning and tell me exactly what happened. And don't think for one minute that I'm sitting here to condemn you or make value judgments. People do all kinds of things, some stranger than others. If it's effected you emotionally, then it's my job to help you understand."

She nodded her head, brightening up a little as a smile crept across her lips. I switched on my recording equipment and settled back in my chair, waiting for her to begin. The following is the typescript made from two sessions I initially had with young Carla Demarco. But instead of explaining further, I think that her perhaps bizarre narrative says far more than anything I could try to describe.

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Maybe it all happened because I don't go on dates much. The boys at school think I'm fat and I just never can stick with a diet. And the one boy who I did see pretty regularly ... we went steady for about two or three months ... finally dumped me for no reason at all.

But in that short space of time, I really made a fool of myself. I mean, I gave myself to him. He took my virginity and, what was more, I used to get so horny that I couldn't get enough of him, like he thought I was a nympho or something because I was usually the aggressive one.

I don't think I'm a nympho, but after we stopped seeing each other-after he shafted me, rather-it was pretty hard staying home on the week-ends, not having a boy friend. I used to get horny all the time and no one understands what that's like for a girl.

But anyway, I started working as a babysitter to use up my spare time and to make a little extra money for makeup and clothes and stuff like that. That's when I began to sit for the Pea-body kids. Mr. and Mrs. Peabody like to go out on Friday or Saturday nights, but I never really understood why they didn't trust their kids to take care of themselves. I mean, they're not babies, far from it.

Tommy's thirteen and in the seventh grade and his younger sister Janet is only twelve. She's still in grade school. I even made a point of telling their parents that it was silly to waste money and hire a babysitter, that they were perfectly capable of taking care of themselves.

But they didn't believe me or they didn't trust the kids to be alone, something like that. Because they still kept hiring me and for the first couple of times, everything was fine. I mean, the kids and I got along fine, no problems at all.

We'd watch television or play cards or Monopoly or stuff like that. I never looked at either of them as anything more than children, but then when this happened, it just changed, all of it. It was just two weeks ago in fact, when I was over there on a Friday evening.

Mr. and Mrs. Peabody had gone out and I was feeling kind of bored and sorry for myself, sorry that I didn't have a boy friend, that I had to stay at other people's houses and act like a fucking den mother to their kids.

Tommy and his sister were upstairs in their rooms and I was sitting by myself in the living room, about as depressed as I'd ever been in my entire life. I thought we could do something together, play a game, anything to help pass the time.

So I went upstairs to see what they were up to. And that's when everything sort of got screwed up in my head. I'd always thought of the kids as normal. You know, just children. But holy shit, was I let in for a surprise.

And to think the little bastards accused me of doing it. Hell, they knew what was going on. They weren't such little innocents, believe you me. Take Tommy, for example. I got upstairs and it was funny, but I had a strange feeling that things weren't right. I didn't know what it was, some kind of premonition, what have you.

But as I walked down the hall to their rooms, I found myself tip-toeing, almost like I was a spy. I got to the door of Tommy's room, but instead of knocking, I put my ear against the door and held my breath, wondering what he was doing, holing up in his room instead of watching TV downstairs, like he usually did when I was over.

I could hear a vague kind of sound and I didn't know what it was. But instead of knocking, I found myself getting down, kneeling in front of the door and spying on him. I mean, something happened to me I guess. I didn't even think twice, putting one eye to the keyhole and staring right inside his room.

And shit, talk about double takes and fucking surprises!

The little bastard was no little bastard. Fuck his downy cheeks and the fact that he was short. He was sitting up in bed, his back against the pillows and his pants down around his knees. And would you believe he was jerking off?

Well I'm not lying, that's for sure. I nearly shit a brick when I saw what he was doing, having never expected that one he could even come and two, that he knew anything about sex. I didn't think he'd even reached puberty but shit, what he was holding onto didn't leave any doubt in my mind.

Man, his cock was nearly as big as my boy friend's, surrounded by just a sparse little bush. But he knew what to do with it, rubbing his fingers up and down his shaft, his eyes half-closed and his chest rising and falling in time to his strokes.

He was panting and I just couldn't stop gaping, staring with disbelief, too shocked to move. And the more I stared, the more turned on he became. His dick seemed to get even bigger and something was happening to me as well.

I thought of all the times I'd been with my first boy friend, all the pleasure I'd felt and pleasure I'd been without for what seemed like years. Tommy was clutching his cock, jerking himself off and the longer I watched, crouching down and spying on him, the more turned on I became as well.

At first, I wasn't even aware of it, gaping and shaking my head with wonder. But as he quickened his strokes, sliding his fingers up and down his stiff stubby doodle, I could feel something happening between my legs.

Believe it or not, what I was watching was getting to me, effecting me so that my cunt began to tingle. It seemed to be getting wetter and wetter and I didn't even have guilt feelings, by then too turned on to stop myself.

He panted loudly and I had a yen to reach down and stick my hand under my skirt. But instead, I just rubbed my legs together and felt my juices streaming down, making the front of my panties get wetter and wetter with each passing second.

I could tell that he was almost about to come and I half-expected that nothing would happen. It just still seemed too unbelievable. But before I could even find out if he could cream or not like an older guy, someone tapped me on the shoulder and I spun around, my mouth dropping open-as I got shakily to my feet.

"You shouldn't do that. It's not nice. You should have just walked in."

It was Janet, standing there with a smug little grin on her face. I was blushing, not knowing what to say or do. But she didn't even think my behavior was all that unusual, because instead of waiting for an explanation, she reached out silently and turned the doorknob to her brother's room.

"No, don't ... " I started to say.

But it was too late, for at that instant she pushed the door open and stood there, watching him just as he lost control and went over the edge. Come started pouring out of the head of his dick and at that instant he looked up and gasped, not believing his eyes.

As I was to find out later, he was looking with shock at me, not at his sister. He couldn't stop himself though and come squirted out over his shaft, so much cream that I just kept staring, still not believing my eyes.

It was one thing to spy on him unnoticed. But it was quite something else to be forced to stand there and watch him going through his orgasm. The kid couldn't even speak, but he still held onto his cock and made no effort to cover up his nudity.

"She was spying, peeking at you," Janet giggled, staring just as intently as I was.

Tommy gasped and lay still, his cheeks reddened and his cock slowly going limp as he held onto it and come slid over his hand. And then, on top of everything else that had already happened, Janet suddenly scampered to the bed, laughing at me as she scrambled up and knelt in front of her brother.

Without a word or anything, leaving me there to stare and hold my breath, twelve-year-old Janet who still wore a training bra now bent down and stuck out her tongue. Tommy smiled at her, ignoring me as he let go of his dick and rubbed his sticky come-smeared fingers over his sister's face.

Talk about freak-outs.!

Shit, it was too much and I just leaned against the wall, getting more and more aroused as the initial shock and surprise slowly began to wear off. After she licked his fingers dry, she didn't hesitate to bend her head lower, sucking his half-limp pecker right between her lips.

"That's so nice," Tommy murmured, ignoring me, at least for the time being.

I watched and listened as his sister smacked her lips, licking his dick clean with her slim girlish tongue. She stuffed the entire length of his pecker into her mouth and didn't let go until it emerged from between her lips, clean as a whistle.

Then, she turned around and looked up at me, waiting for God knows what. "Why don't you shut the door, Carla?" Tommy said and my fingers groped for the knob and slowly pushed the door shut.

"You'd better not tell them," Janet warned.

"I ... I won't say a word," I whispered, still stunned, not knowing what to say or do or even expect from them. They seemed like two little devils, but Tommy was still lying there with his cock hanging between his thighs, his slim boyish body having a certain decidedly positive effect on me.

For my cunt was getting hotter and wetter with each passing second and I knew then that they were just starting in, that things were destined to get much heavier than what I had already witnessed. "I bet you thought he was a baby, didn't you?" Janet told me, wiggling her nose, her little pear-shaped knockers sticking right out in my face.

"A baby?" I repeated. "I ... I never thought about it."

"Oh, that's a lie. I saw you staring at me before, looking at my crotch, you know you have," Tommy taunted me, licking his lips and quite pleased with himself. "I bet you'd like me to fuck you, too. Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you like that?"

The truth of the matter was, that the more I looked at him, the more turned on I began to feel. I did want the kid to fuck me, for at thirteen he was already well on his way to being a stud. The less I thought about his age, the more aroused I got, but I was afraid to do anything, or even say another word.

"Tommy knows a lot of good stuff," Janet bragged.

"Do ... do you do things with him, like just now?"

"Sure she does. My sister loves it. She loves to suck my cock and my ass and even lets me fuck her. You should see." And then he looked at Janet and winked conspiratorially. "We should show Carla what we do. I bet it would blow her mind, sis."

Janet nodded her head and got to her feet. She turned her back on me and I was just standing there with my mouth hanging open, afraid to move or say another word. But even while I stood there, pressing my back up against the wall, the girl began to take off her clothes, not thinking twice about it.

And as for Tommy, he kept grinning, kicking off his pants and then unbuttoning his shirt. I was more turned on than ever, staring at his slim little body. He was really cute for his age, perfectly smooth and hairless and wonderfully built.

Strange, because the fact was that I had looked at him once or twice before, but never seriously. I mean, I don't think I looked at him seriously. But now I certainly was, still glancing down at his cock as it started to get hard all over again.

I'd heard that kids that age really could keep at it for hours at a stretch and it was obvious that Tommy was like that, for as his sister undressed and he threw his clothes over the side of the bed, his dick was hardening, thickening and lengthening before my very eyes.

And if you think that was a show, picture this: Janet threw her things off like she couldn't wait to demonstrate the things she and her brother did in bed together. And when I found myself staring at her, it was once again with a look of amazement.

Her tits were small like pears, like I'd said before. But the nipples were as long and fleshy and developed as my own. She was slim-hipped, a mere child, but when she turned around to me I just couldn't get over what I saw.

Would you believe she was already well into puberty? But she was, for when I looked between her legs I could see how developed her cunt was becoming, covered with a sparse little bush that was even thicker and more abundant than her brother's pubic hairs.

And, what was more, the two narrow outer lips were gaping open, spread wide as she caught me staring and began to laugh. I blushed hotly, but nothing could make me move out of the room. "She's something else, isn't she? My mother thinks she's still a baby, but she's been like this for over a year," Tommy confided, his voice filled with a strange kind of pride I didn't understand.

"Why are you standing there for? I thought you knew all about stuff like this. Take off your clothes," Janet said, snickering at me as I just stood there, dumbfounded, unable to think straight.

Well, I didn't even have a chance to get undressed. Unable to move, I found myself being pulled to the bed. Janet was glowing, her face so animated she reminded me of a doll, a woman in a child's body.

But shit, there was certainly nothing childish about her cunt, that's for sure. My thoughts were reeling around in my head and I was getting more and more confused. But before I could put a stop to this, before I could start to act like a proper babysitter, they began to rip off my clothes, tearing at them like two sex freaks.

"No, don't. It's not right," I protested, even as Tommy unzipped my skirt and started pulling it down.

"If you tell them any of this we're gonna make them think you raped us," Janet said and I believed her, wondering where she'd picked up all this stuff, if her brother had told her everything there was to know about sex.

My skirt came off then and I kept blushing, knowing how excited he was getting. "Look how wet her panties are. You must be so hot, Carla. Boy, I bet you're gonna go crazy when I stuff my cock up your hole," Tommy said with a gleam in his eyes.

But it was little Janet who caught hold of the waistband of my panties, peeling them down so impatiently that I knew it was too late to stop them. Her eagerness disarmed me and all this time Tommy was still playing with his cock, fondling his meat as he let go of me and leaned back on the bed.

I could feel my nylon undies being torn off. They fluttered down to my knees and I just stood there by the side of the bed, blushing hotly and afraid to say a word. But it was Tommy-where he learned his tricks from was anybody's guess-who flung himself against me and pulled me down on the bed.

I lay there, stretched out on my back, gasping for breath and shuddering with fear. Janet tugged at my blouse, undid the buttons and pulled it open. "Boy, you're stacked, just like my mother," she exclaimed, but I could see, seconds before they removed my bra, that she was only doing what her brother really wanted, more interested in seeing Tommy go through his stuff than anything else.

Because the instant I was stark naked, the moment my tits spilled out into the open, the little bugger swung around and straddled me. I looked up to find myself staring at his cock, hovering over my forehead as he bent his head down and suddenly lashed his tongue right over my snatch.

I can't begin to tell you how it felt at that instant, because I'd been denied sex for so long that now, just feeling his tongue slurping over my pussy, made me lose complete and utter control. No longer did it matter that he was four years younger than me.

He had a tongue that worked as good if not better than my boy friend's had done and he rubbed his eager young fingers over my cunt lips, making me toss and turn and groan hotly on the bed. Janet said nothing and for the time being I ignored her, looking up and staring at the boy's thick stubby young dong.

It kept moving back and forth as he wiggled his buns, pumping his crotch down towards my mouth each time he jabbed his tongue right between my gaping outer lips. And when he took hold of them securely and eased them back, I thought I'd faint, right then and there.

His touch drove me insane and I kept screaming, begging for more, writhing before him as his lithe slim boyish body moved back and forth on top of me. "Suck his cock," I heard Janet giggle and by this time I really wanted to sink my lips around his meaty tool.

So as I felt his tongue circling right between my cunt lips, dipping down deeper and deeper until he was licking and lapping over the tip of my clit, I reached up with both hands and gripped his tight little white buns. They were gloriously warm and smooth to the touch and I kneaded them like clay, listening to the way he began to pant, pumping down and trying to ram his dick right between my parted lips.

Well, it was too late to stop ourselves, that's for fucking sure. I was enjoying it too much, loving his expertise, the way he was ramming his tongue in and out of my pussy and making me pant and groan with undeniable pleasure. So I didn't think twice about servicing him as well, wondering what Janet was up to as I inclined my head forward and pressed my gaping lips around the little mushroom cap that was the head of his hot and throbbing boner.

Shit, did he get off on that!

It was just unreal, the way he screamed out with excitement the instant my lips sucked down around the head of his tool, my tongue lashing over the velvety smooth and tightly stretched skin along his glans.

His doodle was leaking and he pushed it down, hammering it deeper and deeper between my lips. I didn't have too much difficulty sucking it all the way inside and I finally let go of his buns just when I felt his sparse little pubic bush rubbing over my nose and cheeks.

His balls, a tight furry little sac, jiggled over my forehead and I tickled them with my fingers, loving the way his pecker filled my mouth as he started humping up and down, hunching his crotch in and out from between my lips.

My tongue skidded along his shaft, licking it agilely and eagerly as well. And all this time he was working on my pussy, though from where I lay on the bed, I couldn't really see what he was doing. He was on top of me, resting on his knees and elbows, his head bent down and his tongue roaming all around, lapping up the abundant trickles of sap which kept streaming down the walls of my twat.

The heat and vigorous friction of his boyish tongue was driving me up a wall and to think that he was doing it, was also part of the pleasure. For you see, he looked like a boy, but inside his pants he was certainly a man.

It was a wildly lewd and arousing combination and, amazingly enough, I didn't think twice about Janet at this point, knowing that she was watching, but not even caring that Tommy and I were putting on a show-a passion play-for her.

My pleasure was all that mattered and he sunk his dick in and out and scraped it along the edges of my teeth. My fingers toyed with, his balls, squeezing them gently and then, when I slid one extended finger right up the narrow little furrow between his white and tight little buns, he really went wild.

His smallness was an additional turn-on, for I was heavier and even taller than him and it seemed to me as if I had my own little man to fondle and caress and make love to. But this little man wasn't little where it counted, in the meat and potatoes department. And just the way the kid was using his tongue was enough to get anyone off, let me assure you.

But when I started rubbing my finger along his ass furrow, feeling how hot, hairless and sweaty it was, Tommy really started gobbling up my cunt like nobody's business. I must have triggered something, for as I rubbed back and forth and felt the tender puckers and folds of his anus, he began to hump up and down like a wild man.

His loud groans of excitement echoed in my ears and my tits flopped back and forth as he continued to strum my pussy, giving it everything he had. For by then, his tongue was working nearly as efficiently as a cock, lashing in and out, jabbing away like mad and making me writhe and pant as never before.

In and out it moved, curling tightly around my clit and then swooping even deeper inside. My vaginal-muscles were on fire and they undulated and palpitated, trying to hold his tongue in place. All I could see was cock and all I could hear were our loud rumbling groans of impatience, the urgency of our mounting sexual fervor.

It was madness, but it was madness that had rarely if ever affected me before. I demanded him to eat me out and got what I wanted, even as he continued to pump his hot thick pecker in and out of my mouth, my tongue slurping eagerly, caressing and stimulating his meat.

But finally, even as I kept rubbing my fingertip against his ass-hole, trying to penetrate his tight virginal fundament and feel the heat of his rectal passage, Tommy pulled abruptly away, gasping for breath as he swung around and knelt between my spread-eagled thighs.

I looked up at him then, his face flushed and his eyes aglow with sexual delight. His chest rose and fell and his cock soared straight up along his lean hairless stomach. He glanced down at my pussy then, the thick carpet of black fur matted down to display the twin outer lips of my snatch.

And then, even as he kept staring, I looked over and saw Janet. All this time she had been there, watching everything. But she hadn't been passive, either. For even now I could see what she was doing and it was incredibly lewd and strange to stare and see a twelve-year-old finger-fucking herself.

For there she sat, resting on her knees and the backs of her legs, two fingers moving in and out from between her widely dilated and gaping cunt lips. Her mature little cunt affected me oddly and I just couldn't stop staring.

"Isn't he terrific?" she asked me then, moments before her brother began to rub the head of his leaking dick back and forth along my cunt furrow. "He knows exactly how to get me excited. Do you?"

"Do I what?" I asked, my throat dry and my body taking on a glow.

"This," and without another word she moved around and suddenly straddled my chest, sitting lightly against me and pushing her cunt right up to my mouth!

"Come on, Carla. Just take a lick. It's very tasty, Tommy says," she snickered and even as I tried to push her aside, she was rubbing her sparsely-haired box against my unwilling lips. The heavy cloying odor of sexuality assailed my nostrils and I gagged, disgusted and not about to eat her out, no matter what.

Well, that was what I thought at the moment.

"Do it, Carla. Or else I won't give you what you want," Tommy chortled, rubbing the head of his pecker up and down against my cunt furrow, tickling and turning me on so that I did want his cock and I knew that if I didn't obey them, I would be left out in the cold.

As if she was reading my mind, sensing my indecision, Janet continued to rub her pussy over my lips. Blushing angrily, I nevertheless couldn't resist, for all this time he was teasing me, rubbing and frictioning his cock along my hairy gash, turning me on so much that all I could think about was getting fucked, feeling the entire length of his stubby throbbing tool burying itself right between my legs.

He knew this, too. And so did that little bitch, Janet. She had sex on the brain, out of her mind, let me tell you. But she didn't stop and finally I thrust out my tongue and licked across the narrow opening of her tender little split.

She moaned with excitement, trembling before me and pushing herself forward even more aggressively. "Ohh yes, that's nice. Tommy tells me that when I get older he's gonna have his friends come by, so that all of us can have fun together, fucking and sucking and doing everything we want," she told me.

But I wasn't really listening.

It was like a strange kind of erotic dream. There I was on the bed, having literally been attacked by two little teenyboppers, brother and sister, a real team if ever there was one. But it was real, nevertheless, so real that my tongue now skidded up and down and Janet took hold of her narrow petal-thin outer lips and pulled them quickly back, exposing the glistening and sopping wet red flesh of her vulva.

Her clitoris was a tiny little nub, a mere baby pea wiggling enticingly. I'd never done this kind of thing before, but the more I licked, tonguing her clit and then rubbing my tongue over her cunt walls, the more aroused I became.

And remember, right behind her Tommy was rearing up between my legs, still brandishing his formidable dick and moving the leaking glans up and down, again and again, triggering a fresh gush of cunt juice which streamed down the shivering and trembling walls of my snatch.

And when he thrust down and wedged the head of his pecker right into place, I knew I couldn't resist or hold back any longer. Forgetting everything, all my fears and inhibitions, I moved with them, loving the way his tool stretched my vaginal walls, the way he held himself steady, refusing to plow right inside until he was good and ready.

Janet kept pumping eagerly, smashing her box into my face and forcing me to eat her out nearly as well as her brother had done to me. I kept staring at her cunt, still not believing it was all real. But I remembered then that five years before, when I had been twelve, I'd been just as developed physically, if not sexually.

I mean, it wasn't all that unusual for a girl to start to menstruate at the age of eleven or so and Janet was obviously just an early developer, as was her brother. And then, as she invited me to dig my tongue even deeper inside and I tasted the abundant oily and spicy secretions oozing down her narrow little gash, her brother thrust hotly forward, piercing me as he rammed half the length of his boner right between my legs.

My breath caught in my throat and Janet, who had glanced back to see what had happened, now swiveled around and got into another position behind my head. She wanted to see everything that was taking place, all eyes to her brother's eager and hot-blooded display of sexual pyrotechnics.

My snatch was burning, the walls tightly fastened and clinging to the sides of his red-hot dick. He slid deeper, churning my insides and making me cry out even as Janet, just as turned on as the rest of us, pushed her snatch over my face and demanded me to eat her out, all over again.

Well, it couldn't be helped and it was far from unpleasurable by then, for already her brother was almost there, just about completely coupled. He thrust down once again and this time managed to horse himself completely, not a single inch of hot burning cock visible between his legs.

His little bush was a striking and startling contrast to my own hairier crop and I wondered where this was all destined to lead, if I had been tooled by them or if pleasure of this sort-pleasure which grew more intense with each passing second-was more important than anything else.

Because you know what? The kid knew what he was doing, let me tell you. I mean, I wasn't a virgin. I'd been fucked before, though only with my former boyfriend. But Tommy Peabody knew how to move, how to make me pant and whimper and get wildly aroused.

Holding himself as steady as he could, his hands on my tits as if for support, he wiggled from side to side, banging against one wall of my cooze and then the other. I could feel his tight furry nuts flicking wildly, tickling my buns and rubbing right between my bottom cheeks.

The muscles stood out all over his body and his skin was flushed, shiny with sweat. But he was grinning, smiling at me as he tensed and then pulled his dick almost all the way back, right to the tip. The head of his cock tickled my clit and I thrust forward, demanding him to come back to me.

And that he did, ramming down so hard and so fast that my breath was knocked away and for a moment I couldn't even see straight. Shit, he was something else altogether. "Isn't it good, Carla?" he whispered, watching me as I was forced to service his younger sister, to thrust my tongue in and out of the girl's shuddering and swampy cunt.

She too was just as aroused as we were, undulating and corkscrewing her hips from side to side, moaning and whimpering and begging me to dig my tongue deeper and deeper inside her pussy. "My father taught me," Tommy went on. "He never told me anything of course, but Janet and I sometimes spy on them when they're in bed together. He's fantastic, too. You'd really like him."

"And boy, does my mother go crazy," Janet laughed. "My father's built like a fucking horse, he really is. I mean, isn't it the biggest thing you ever saw, Tommy?"

"Well, mine's gonna get that big someday. I know it will," the boy pouted. And as if to convince me that he was still a man, he began to hammer in and out like mad, really digging back and forth at a fast and furious rate.

I kept whimpering, egging him on, loving the incredibly intense friction produced by the contact of my cunt against his dick. And the faster he moved, the more eager his strokes were, the more turned on I became as a result. I wanted to come and I was almost there, but it was Janet, as hot a little bunny if there was one, who was the first to get off.

I'd been sucking her off as best I could, not turned on by what she'd forced me to do, but not turned off either, surprisingly enough. And the more I worked my tongue in and out, the more I licked and slobbered and tickled her clit, the more aroused she became.

She held her cunt flaps wide open, her little pear-shaped boobs jiggling hotly as she panted and kept pumping back and forth, thrusting her pussy in and out of my mouth. But then she started to scream, moaning and carrying on to beat the band. "Oh now, now soon. Oh Tommy she's done it, she's done it!" the girl cried out with excitement and delight.

I knew, of course, what I'd managed to do and by then I was breathless, almost about to cream as well. So I smacked my lips and tongued her cooze out to her infinite satisfaction. And when she finally got off and began to come, it was accompanied by a gush of spicy sap which poured down the walls of her pussy, spraying right over my lips and into my mouth.

She held my head down, almost as if she was afraid I'd stop. But it was too late to think of that as Janet went wild, pushing forward and screaming and moaning with ecstasy. Tommy stopped pumping, holding himself steady with his dick buried all the way inside my cunt, watching his sister as I kept licking and sucking her off.

I couldn't get over all the juice which streamed down, or the way she went berserk, a child once again as she moaned like a little girl, shaking against me, lashing her hips from side to side and making my tongue strike against one shuddering vaginal wall and then the other.

I had a feeling she would have loved to have her father fuck her, judging from the way she'd talked about him, the admiration and the excitement over the fact that he had a big cock, bigger than her brother's respectable and quite workable tool.

She's gonna be something else when she grows up, I thought to myself, staring between her legs and watching the way she kept pulling her cunt lips back, as if she was being fucked by an imaginary cock and had to widen her pussy in order to accommodate it.

Her clit had swelled visibly, covered with musky sap and she kept on shaking until she was exhausted, breathless and unable to hold herself upright against my chest. Finally, she slid off of me with a smile on her lips, lying down on her side and keeping her eyes glued to her brother's crotch.

It was now Tommy's turn to go crazy and he didn't wait any longer. He started pumping faster than ever, making me shudder and groan as I felt myself fast getting there, almost about to come. I just couldn't get enough of him, not wanting the boy to stop what he was doing.

But stop was the last thing in the world he'd attempt, panting and hammering away, his finger glued to my tits. He pinched and squeezed and plucked at each nipple, making me shudder and writhe on the bed.

"Yes, do it, harder. Oh give it to me, more, fuck me, more, more," I begged, thrashing about beneath him and watching the way his cock slid in and out of my gaping and well-filled trench.

The shaft was all wet, shiny with my juices and it squished loudly as he stroked back and forth, playing with my knockers and making my body shudder and glow as I was caught in violent throes of pleasure.

Whatever he was doing was having the desired effect. There was no stopping either of us and I hugged him close to me, wrapping my legs around the backs of his thighs, pulling him down and holding onto his shoulders.

He lowered his head then and began to suck my tits into his mouth, gurgling with pleasure. His body bucked eagerly, his tight little rump heaving and clenching and unclenching, moving in time to his fierce and agile strokes.

It didn't take long for me to come after that.

I knew I couldn't stop myself, nor did I want to. There was now no holding back and with a convulsive roar I felt myself losing control, hurtling forward, lunging towards him and going berserk. Talk of wild sex! Shit, he was really into what he was doing, knowing exactly how to move and turn me on.

For as soon as I started to come, screaming out and begging him to fuck me even harder than he was doing, he started jabbing away like mad, one quick plunging stroke of his dick after another. "Oh, do it, baby. Oh yes I want it, I love your cock, your fucking hot little cock."

He was grinning and slobbering over my tits as a thick gush of juice ran along the insides of my thighs, oozing out around my cunt lips and making our crotches sopping wet with my discharges. Janet was staring intently, all eyes to the raw and potent display.

I just couldn't control myself, coming so ecstatically, so intensely, that the room spun around me and I felt breathless and filled with pleasure. And then, just as the last tumultuous waves of my orgasm rippled through my body, Tommy finally joined me in the pleasure of my release.

He tensed and I could feel him stiffening, moaning loudly as he lifted his head and stared into my eyes. "Here ... here it comes. Yes, yes hold me, tighten your muscles. Oh good, hot, so hot. Feel it, feel my come, my come!" he screamed, wild-eyed and groaning as he fell against me and started to shoot his load.

Shit, it was too unreal, too fantastic for words.

I held onto him tightly, his body light against me, feeling the first hot gushing wads of his semen pouring into my snatch. It was gushing and foaming wildly and he was clawing at my shoulders, whimpering and quite beside himself, no longer able to control the way his body was moving.

More and more cream poured out, just as thick and abundant as it had been the first time I'd seen him coming. It triggered another climax and I started shaking all over again, joining him as he groaned and shuddered on top of me.

His pecker was throbbing inside my pussy and my cunt muscles were whipping back and forth against his shaft, milking it of come, clenching and unclenching around his potent and virile member. But finally, his nuts were drained dry, depleted completely of their copious load of hot frothy cream.

He sank down and closed his eyes, a final shudder rippling through his body. I could feel his heart panting and I massaged his back with my hands, smiling to myself and ignoring Janet. She lay right alongside of us, having watched the entire display with wide and unblinking eyes.

Now, I didn't care. It was over. It had happened and there was no denying the pleasure I had felt, the pleasure Tommy Peabody had given me. He was a turn-on all right, thirteen years old and so good in bed that it was still hard to believe.

He must have really learned a hell of a lot from his father, that's for sure, I thought to myself, feeling the pressure diminishing, my vaginal walls collapsing down as his cock slowly but surely lost its steely erection.

It slipped down and finally slid right out of my hole, my cunt lips elosing shut again as he lay there, still too exhausted to move. But finally he rose up and wiped his hand across his forehead, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

He glanced down between my legs, smiling as he stared at my wet and inflamed pussy, curds of his milky-white come oozing down like syrup, flecking the narrow outer lips of my twat. The realization of what had taken place came back to me and I blushed, suddenly embarrassed by my nudity.

"I bet you never thought I could do it, did you?" he asked.

What was I to say?

"I think maybe we should get dressed. I'd rather not talk about it, Tommy," I confessed. I made a move to swing my legs over the side of the bed, but he stopped me and held me down.

"I'm not finished," he said, his voice quite calm and almost emotionally cold and detached.

"But I am. Enough is enough. I just don't think we should do this kind of thing again, that's all," I insisted, wondering what he was trying to do. I just didn't trust either of them and I grabbed up my things and ran out of the room to change outside in the hall.

"You'll be sorry," Janet called out after me.

Well you know the rest. I don't know why, even today, why the little pricks went and did such a fucking destructive bitchy thing. But their parents were not about to believe me, a babysitter, rather than their two children.

Was it my fault, really?

* * *

The answer was quite obvious.

Carla Demarco had been placed in a most unfortunate situation, one in which she had not been able to exercise both proper judgment as well as proper sexual control. But I have seen similar cases in the past, especially among women who are known by the layman's term as "boy lovers."

Carla, at seventeen, had been denied viable and accessible sexual outlets. It was no wonder she would find Tommy physically arousing, especially since the youngster was certainly mature enough-biologically speaking-to engage in sexual intercourse.

It remained for me to work out a viable solution to the "affair," one in which both the Peabodys as well as Carla's aunt would be totally satisfied with the results. This, of course, was not easily accomplished. It was only when I was resolved to discuss the affair with Mr. and Mrs. Peabody that some kind of positive action came about.

That, as you may well imagine, is another story and another case history, altogether. Let it suffice that Carla Demarco is about to graduate from high school and has taken a part-time job in a department store. Her babysitting days are over.

CASE NUMBER FOUR

SUBJECT: Mark Bowen, white male AGE: Sixteen years and three months

Far more prevalent upon adolescents than formerly imagined, even by members in the field of child psychology, is the high incidence of incestuous relationships. Generally, such involvements or occurrences take place with an older and younger person, i.e., an uncle and a niece, or an aunt and a nephew.

But I have seen a rising number of patients who have sought therapy as a result of psycho-sexual and emotional difficulties resulting in incestuous involvements with brothers and sisters and the like. The case history of young Mark Bowen, a likable and bright sixteen-year-old, is rather typical of other similar cases I have treated in the past few years.

Mark's involvement with his first-cousin, a teenager who was also sixteen years old, presents a most interesting history of adolescent passions verging on the insatiable and uncontrollable. Mark's attachment to his cousin Eileen resulted in emotional problems and the boy came to see me on his own accord, less than a month after he had stopped seeing the girl.

The "break-up" had not been caused through any fault of his own. Rather, Mark had spent the summer at his aunt and uncle's farm in eastern Ohio. When he returned east to begin his senior year in high school, he found himself in tremendous difficulties, unable to concentrate, lacking an appetite, etc.

He immediately opened up to me and the following needs little introduction, taken as it was from my file on his case. It is the transcript of the first two sessions I had with Mark and his narrative is a clear-cut example of one of the more severe sexual problems encountered among adolescents.

* * *

Funny, I never thought of Eileen as a girl ... I mean, as a girl I'd look at other than as my cousin. We've known each other since we were little kids. I'm only two or three months older than her and I can even remember the two of us sleeping in the same bed together when we were three or four years old and our parents went to visit each other.

But then she moved to Ohio with her folks. Her father, my uncle Dave, owns a small farm, though they still strike me as more city folk than anything else. But that's neither here nor there. What's important is Eileen and how we got involved with each other and what happened as a result this past summer.

It was all arranged that I was going to stay with them for July and August, instead of going up to camp like I've usually done in the past. But the idea of being a waiter or a busboy didn't turn me on and when my aunt and uncle invited me to stay for the summer, I naturally flipped for the idea.

I hadn't seen Eileen in a couple of years, not since I was twelve or so. But I didn't even think about that. That is, until I got off the train and met them standing there on the platform. Holy shit, I can never forget that first look that passed between us, seconds before she turned her eyes discreetly away.

I guess she didn't want her parents to get the wrong idea, which, by the way, they never did. That was really never the problem, though we took great pains to keep our little thing to ourselves. But anyway, the moment I got off at the station, I felt myself being turned on to her, and I mean sexually and physically, even more than mentally.

Not that she's stupid or anything, but she's such a knock-out it's just not to be believed. And when she told me later that she'd just broken up with her boy friend, it seemed like the fates were on my side. Picture a chick with an incredible little body, a great pair of knockers and the tightest lushest little ass in the world. And coupled with that unbeatable combination is a great looking face and marvelous long sun-bleached blonde hair, straight as sticks and so long that it hits the middle of her back.

I mean, holy shit, she was just something else altogether.

Well, those first few days were kind of hairy, until I settled down at the farm and got used to the routine of working with my uncle. But that was fine. It was nothing in comparison with the problem I had trying to keep my eyes off of my cousin.

We'd hit it off right away, no trouble at all and every time I looked at her I used to feel a pain in my crotch, like I was suffering from blue balls or something. I mean, shit, my pecker would start to point like a bird dog, every time I looked at her.

Never before had I felt so aroused by a chick and I quickly got the feeling that she dug me, as well. I don't know how turned on she was, but she didn't act turned off, either. But the big hassle was pretty obvious, all things considered.

After all we were cousins, and first cousins at that.

The truth of the matter was, at the time this all took place, I didn't give two shits about the fact that we were cousins. All I was interested in was Eileen and being her blood relation meant a lot of crap.

I just wanted to hold her, to press myself against her, to feel her fingers fondling my dick and later, to feel how marvelous it would be to fuck her. I had no idea if she was a virgin or not. Sex was the one subject she completely skirted, refusing to ever follow my leads, and there were plenty of those, let me assure you.

But by the end of the second week, things had reached a point where I was fast losing control of myself. There was a small pond on my uncle's property, one which was surrounded by a pretty dense growth of trees, one of the few wooded areas on his land and a place where we used to go in late afternoon to cool off and take a swim when the work was finished.

Well, it happened that nearly two weeks after I'd arrived, I suggested to Eileen that we go down for a swim when I was finished helping her father. We hadn't been there in several days and I guess I know why, too.

You see, the last time I'd gone swimming with her, I just couldn't stop staring. She'd gotten kind of flustered, aware of the nature of my gaze. But man, when that chick put on a bikini, anybody in their fucking right mind would go ape-shit, and I was no exception to the rule.

But luckily enough-for me, that is-she agreed to go swimming. I wore a bathing suit under my work clothes and she came out to the field we were threshing about four o'clock that particular afternoon. We chatted and made small talk as we made our way down to the pond, but even then, even before she took off her clothes, I could feel the way my cock was hardening, arching out against the fly of my blue jeans and burning and tingling something fierce.

I could sense her growing shyness, the distance that kept cropping up between us. But there was no way to get around it. I knew what I wanted and I couldn't change my feelings on that score. Well, we got down to the pond and she spread out a towel she'd brought along, turned her back on me for modesty's sake and started to take off her clothes.

I was out of my shirt and pants and shoes in no time at all, quickly rearranging the bulge of my hard on so that it wouldn't pull the waistband of my swim trunks away from my hips. But my cock couldn't be hidden and it tented up the side of my crotch, totally obvious, impossible to conceal from her eyes.

Not that I was embarrassed about my dick. Far from it. I knew I had a good-sized piece of meat, well-hung in other people's estimation. That wasn't the problem at all. I was just still embarrassed about offending her, if that was what it was going to do when she caught sight of the telltale and unmistakable bulge in my trunks.

And sure enough, when she turned back to me with an innocent smile on her lips, I could see her eyes glancing down between my legs. It was a mere flash, an instant of recognition, but enough to make her suddenly blush and head down to the water.

I followed her, unable to stop staring, eyeing and lusting after her as never before. The bottom of her bikini was like a handkerchief, so narrow and skimpy and revealing that it seemed as if her buns were all but exposed, the crease between her ass cheeks leading me forward as she jumped into the water and swam out into the middle of the pond.

And-likewise, the top of her suit was just as sexy, enabling me to see her jugs, the cleavage between them, the tanned flesh of her rounded young boobs and even the way the nipples pushed out against the material.

I don't know what came over me after that.

We were treading water together and I reached down and grabbed one of her hands. Instead of goosing her, which was what I really wanted to do, I did something else altogether, holding onto her wrist even as we stayed in the water, and moving her fingers right down to the bulge in my swim trunks.

At first, I don't even think she was aware of what I was forcing her to do. She kept laughing, splashing about even as I pressed her slim girlish fingers all along the length of my hard and throbbing dong.

Shit, I thought I'd come in my trunks, right then and there. It just felt better than anything I'd imagined, having her fingers rubbing along my cock-shaft. But then, all of a sudden, she seemed to do a double-take.

She stopped giggling and tried to pull her hand away. But instead of letting go, I held it there, using my other hand to push my trunks down off of my waist and hips. I wanted to pull them all the way down and feel her fingers clutching my meaty dong and the instant I got them halfway off, pressing her unwilling hand along the length of my cock, she opened her mouth wide as if to scream out.

"Don't," I whispered. "It's okay. Nothing's the matter. Nothing's wrong about it."

"Please, please let go," she whimpered, her cheeks turning red as she struggled to release her hand.

But I refused to let go, still rubbing her fingers up and down the length of my burning hard-on, treading water and completely uncontrollable. But she finally managed to pull abruptly away and immediately started swimming towards the bank of the pond.

I swam right after her, knowing what I wanted, wanting her to feel exactly the same. From her unwillingness a moment before, I had a lot of doubts on that score. But the moment she sprang out of the water and pulled herself up along the slippery bank, I grabbed hold of one of her legs and pulled her down, not about to let her go so quickly or escape so easily.

"Don't, don't start anything. It isn't right," she told me as she lay there on the slippery wet grass, gasping for breath and my body hovering right over her, uncertain of myself, of what I should attempt to do next.

My swim suit was down around my knees then, my cock arching up towards my stomach. With one hand I pulled it all the way off and tossed it onto the grass. I was stark naked then, shivering with excitement. But all this time, Eileen kept her head averted, refusing to look at me, to both acknowledge my presence so to speak, as well as my nudity and incredible state of sexual excitement.

"Look at me," I barked. "Come on, just look at me for a minute."

She turned her head to the side then as I leaned down alongside of her. And when her eyes slid down the length of my body and suddenly came in contact with my hard on, she didn't say a word or move a muscle.

I just remained where I was, frozen on the grass, watching the expression in her eyes, the way she continued to gaze at my cock. My pecker was as hard and thick as it was going to get, bobbing slightly along my stomach, reaching even past my navel. The shaft was slick and shiny with water, my pubes matted down around the base of my hose.

I just wanted her to touch it, to run her fingers along my dick, to add to my pleasure. For all this time, when neither of us were speaking, I was staring just as intently, eyeing her curvaceous and hot little body and knowing how desperately I needed her, how much I was turned on to my cousin.

I could see the way her tits were rising and falling and down between her legs, her soaking wet bikini bottom was plastered to her flesh. It was now far more revealing than ever before and I could see the plump V-shaped depression of her cunt lips, the way her box seemed meaty and prominent.

It was now or never and now that I had gone this far, there just didn't seem any point to playing games. If she was as hot a chick as I'd always thought she was, I knew then that she wouldn't be able to resist my next move, even if I was her cousin.

Because right then and there, not about to wait any longer or waste any more time, I flung myself down between her legs, wrenching them apart and catching her completely by surprise. She bucked and heaved on the grass, crying out and trying to push me away from her crotch.

When she didn't really scream out very loudly, I knew that I was halfway home, about to conquer her, about to break down her inhibitions and guilt feelings. Pushing myself forward, gripping both of her supple tossing thighs with both of my hands, I pressed my face down against her crotch, rubbing my lips over her bikini bottom and feeling the rustle of her pubic bush against my mouth.

She pushed forward, perhaps still trying to escape. But I interpreted it differently and started nipping at her bikini bottom, rubbing my face hotly over her crotch and moaning with excitement, so turned on that nothing else mattered, even her apparent unwillingness to let me continue.

But she didn't speak either, grunting and pushing back and forth, trying to wiggle free of my grasp. I was holding her down tightly, not about to let her go and I reached up with one hand and grabbed hold of the top of her suit, trying to peel it right down so that I could get at her cunt, so that I could devour her succulent and burning pussy in a way I'd wanted to do ever since I'd laid eyes on her.

"Don't ... no, stop it. Leave me alone," she moaned, begging me to release her.

"I can't," I whispered, afraid to look in her eyes, knowing that either I'd see hatred or attraction.

Afraid to discover which emotion it was, I kept my face averted, pulling at her bikini bottom, trying to work it off of her waist and hips. It was tighter than I'd first thought and Eileen certainly wasn't helping me any. I felt that if I could eat her out and thus turn her on sexually, she might stop trying to get away from me.

There I was, as deep in a problem as ever before, flat on my stomach with the grass scratching my dick and my cousin tossing and turning, struggling to escape me, her hands on my shoulders as she attempted to push my face away from her pussy.

I didn't acknowledge that, or even say another word to her. With all of my resolve and excitement, I wrenched at the suit, just about able to see the top of her flaxen-haired pubic bush. "Don't ... don't touch me!" she cried out then.

But her protest came far too late.

It fell on deaf ears, for at that instant I finally succeeded, pulling her bikini bottom down past her waist and hips until I could see her cunt, her legs trapped together by the confining and skimpy little suit.

It was her pussy which made me moan and drool with lust, my body burning and on fire as my eyes consumed her snatch, staring at it so heatedly and excitedly that she suddenly stopped moving, freezing and lying immobile on the grass.

I shoved her suit down past her knees and gasped with joy, throwing myself down against her lush little twat. Shit, I can still remember that first frenzied swipe of my tongue, the way I lashed out at her muff. The taste of her scrumptious pussy made my head reel and the instant my tongue slid up along her narrow and tightly clenched vaginal furrow, Eileen stiffened and flung her crotch in my face.

"Oh shit, oh shit we shouldn't, we shouldn't," she kept repeating, and I knew then that she had always wanted me, that she had always wanted this to happen.

It was a realization that filled me with joy and delight and determined to prove myself to her, to show her how skillful a lover and make-out artist I really was, even at the ripe old age of sixteen, I began to work on her box like a madman.

Never before had I ever felt so aroused, so turned on to a chick as I was to my cousin Eileen. I'd eaten perhaps nine or ten pussies in the past, but none that could even begin to compare with Eileen's delectable little muff.

It was so perfectly shaped and formed, so delicate and stimulating, all covered with a straw-colored pelt of short crisp wire pubic hairs. Her narrow cunt lips were thin as pencil shavings, a delicate coral hue as if they were made out of semi-precious stones, sculpted by a master's hand.

The hairs fanned down towards her slippery wet furrow and it was there, even before I dared reach up and touch her pussy, that I began my careful and studied attack. Gripping her thighs in both of my hands, I endeavored to lavish her cunt with all manner of attention and affection.

She was' getting off so quickly, so heatedly and immediately, that it was just too beautiful to describe. The tip of my wide raspy--edged tongue probed up and down, sliding from the very top of her narrow and virginal little gash all the way down to the lowest edge, inches away from the pink hairless slit that was her barely visible bottom-hole.

That too I could lust after, devouring just as I was now devouring and gobbling up her cunt. And the more I licked, still working up and down for the time being, the juicier her box became, hot rivulets of spicy quip-sap streaming down like the muskiest and most pungent nectar in the world.

You bet your ass I was turned on!

Who wouldn't be, having one of the most put-together chicks in the world lying there before my wide and all-consuming eyes, tossing and turning, writhing on the grass and biting down on her lower lip as the sun streamed down on us, baking our skin and making us both sweat and flush with excitement.

And once I had succeeded in lubricating-though by then her cunt was so swampy that my spittle made little difference, one way or the other-her crimson gash, I roamed in circles all around the perimeter of her plump little love nest, licking and tonguing her box and feeling the way she was growing more aroused and thus more impatient with each fresh swipe and lash of my tongue.

My teeth nipped playfully and gingerly and she was heaving to and fro like a rag doll, thumping against my face, her legs kicking out spasmodically as I slid my hands down along the insides of her thighs and cupped her tight and snow-white backside.

I gripped both nether globes in my hands, kneading and fondling her buns, listening to the sharp intake of breath which accompanied by caresses. And when I was sure I had her, when I felt positive that she was not about to make me stop, my fingers crept back up again and gently took hold of the narrow slippery lapels which formed a parentheses around her vaginal opening.

The outer lips of cunt meat were smooth--edged and tender and ever so slowly I began to cautiously peel them back, as if I was afraid of bruising the fruit which lay nestled inside the folds and crannies of her spicy quim.

She held herself steady and rigid and I kept my eyes averted, still a little unsure of myself and not wanting to see the expression mirrored in her face. But she made no move to stop me and so I kept at it, fondling her narrow outer lips and pulling them slowly and gently apart.

My pecker was on fire by then and I kept rubbing and humping up and down against the grass, knowing that my time would come soon enough, but that now it was Eileen's show. And as I peeled them apart from each other, I could see the pulpy red meat of her vulva, glistening with cunt juice and oily and abundant trickles of pungent sap.

It was too incredible for words, for I was already thinking of what it would feel like to plunge my dick into that wet and dripping hole, there to feel her pussy embracing my meat, the two of us joined totally and completely together.

But first things first, for it was obvious that she was still hesitant, reluctant to allow me to continue. Well, I was determined to change that, and as soon as possible. Fingering her wet slick outer lips of cunt flesh, I splayed them back like moth wings, observing the rich capillary network visible before my eyes, the way something moved, jerking in and out and back and forth, down in the upper half of her blood-red and meaty vulva.

I knew what it was immediately, half-hidden between two pale and thinner versions of her outer lips. Only these were ragged-edged and gristly to the touch and the instant I rubbed my fingertips along her inner lapels, her entire body took on a flushed and feverish glow, as if I had triggered some deep well of passion even Eileen had never realized before.

Well, after that it was like taking candy from a baby.

The instant my tongue hit against the knobby pulpy button that was her unveiled and un-hooded clitoris, all hell broke loose. She cried out with demonic excitement, wrapping her legs around the small of my back and reaching out to press my face down against her wet and matted pubes.

All I could see was pussy.

All I could feel was pussy.

All I could smell was the heavy cloying and spicy odor of her muff, enveloping me in its pervasive scent. My tongue hit against her clit again and again, stimulating it so that it swelled under my caresses. And when I tried sucking it into my mouth, pressing my lips around the bud of cunt flesh which so aroused the two of us, she screamed for more, begging me to tongue her as fast and as hard as I could.

Well, who wouldn't have rallied under those kind of conditions? Far be it from me to disappoint, especially when my pleasure was still waiting in the wings, impatient to come out onto stage-center and go through its paces.

So I clamped my lips around her wiggling little bud of erectile tissue, tonguing and nipping her clit and giving it everything I had. Shit, the intensity of her excitement drove me up a wall. I couldn't get over how turned on she was fast becoming and since her outer lips were narrow and resilient, I couldn't let go of them for fear they'd close in again.

That was a down, because I wanted to play with her tits. For the time being therefore, I had to contend with her snatch. Not that it was a hassle or anything. Far from it, for the more I licked and lapped at her tender little bud, the more aroused the two of us became.

Again and again I rubbed the edges of my front teeth all along her narrow clitoral shaft and head. Each tonguing caress, each sucking slobbering motion of my lips, brought her closer and closer to the very peak of erotic bliss.

That she was my cousin no longer mattered. I was with a chick whom I couldn't stop loving and the more I ate her out, the more horny we both became. To have her in my power like this was too good to be true and from her clit I moved ever onward, jabbing my tongue down into her narrow and virginal little split.

And when I didn't hit against any obstacles, obstructions, horny membranes or hymens, her cherry-less condition told me a hell of a lot more. She wasn't all innocence, all peaches and cream, a milkmaid with a virgin's blockage.

Hell no, the kid had been fucked before and I rammed and pistoned my tongue in and out of her slippery and overheated box, feeling the way her vaginal muscles began to clench and unclench against my tongue, holding it down in place.

"Oh, please, yes, do it, again. Oh, it feels so good, so hot, I'm so fucking hot," she squealed, shivering voluptuously and flinging her crotch up against my face each time I shoved my tongue all the way down inside of her muff.

Well, the time had come for all good men to come to the aid of their private parts. And so even as I continued to suck on her muff and eat her out, I began to slowly swivel around, my skin flushed and sweaty and my cock leaking so copiously that my pre-come was almost as thick and abundant as the real stuff, good grade-A cream.

I wondered if she'd clam up on me, if she was the kind of chick who wasn't inhibited-so long as she was getting the kicks. Well, now was certainly the time to find out and the very fact that we were outdoors, lying on the grass by the edge of the pond, with the sun beating down on us and the wind rustling through the trees, made everything seem more pastoral and edenic than ever before in my life.

Having grown accustomed to sex in furtive places, in the back seats of cars, on living room sofas and the like, the fact that we were out in the open only added to my pleasure. It made it all the more innocent and giving and I knew that on top of the passion I felt, I also felt something akin to love, genuine emotional attachment and involvement.

Hopefully, Eileen fest just the same way I did.

But in any event, there was no time to ask, for my mouth was stuffed with cunt. So I -edged around on the grass, not looking up at her and wondering if she would take the hint. Rather than straddle her and hover suspended over her body, I lay inclined on my side, my crotch right up against her face.

With one hand still manipulating her thin and elastic cunt lips, I used my other hand to pull at the top of her bikini. And then, lo and behold, she surprised and delighted me by pushing my hand away and doing it all by herself.

My eyes glanced up at her face and she seemed to be grinning slyly, knowing exactly what was going on. Ignoring my cock for the moment, Eileen pulled off the top of her skimpy bikini, letting loose her lush little beauties, two rounded melons whose nipples rose out at me like cherries, capping her white silky tits and making me groan with rising impatience.

Afraid to speak, I could only return to her cunt, keeping one eye on her tits and face and wiggling up even closer so that my dick was less than six inches from her thick sensual lips. It was drooling and bobbing left and right along my stomach and the instant she reached out and ran her fingers along the length of my red-hot dong, I thought I'd go over the edge, right then and there.

But control was the name of the game and I panted as I watched and felt her hand clenching around my straining hydrant. She was staring at my cock with wide and unblinking eyes, her tits rising and falling as she gasped each time I drove my pistoning tongue all the way down into her box.

"Please, just lick it, taste it," I groaned, feeling like a little kid, wanting her to share my lollypop with me as if her saliva would vastly improve on the artificial flavor.

But boy, she didn't waste any more time, let me tell you.

Something had happened, something clicking inside her head. Her excitement communicated itself to me by the suddenness of her move, the way she flung her head down over my hairy crotch, her long flaxen sun-bleached hair tickling my chest and thighs as she pressed her parted lips right over the leaking crown of my pecker.

Man oh man, did that make me burn, did that make me go wild. Her lips were as hot as her muff and my tongue was writhing in and out of her pussy, doing it all the justice it deserved. But I was thinking of my own sexual needs at that particular instant, loving the very feel of her tongue.

It slid up and down against my piss-hole, sucking up the slippery pre-coital fluid which now gushed out in a strong salty discharge. She swallowed it down, murmuring her pleasure, wrapping her lips over the head of my cock as I pumped my hips forward, wedging another two thick burning inches of manflesh down into her mouth.

I just couldn't stop myself and the more she groaned, the more I responded in kind, hunching forward and forcing her to take in inch after inch of red and bristling meat. I didn't stop until I could feel her warm breath against my pube, now dry from the rays of the sun.

The head of my cock hit against the back of her throat, tickling her tonsils and hard palate. But that didn't stop her, either. Shit, she knew what she was doing, that's for fucking sure. She'd sucked more than one piece of meat in her life, because her teeth never bruised or rubbed up against my shaft and her tongue moved a mile a minute, lashing over the entire hard throbbing length of my poker.

I didn't speak, as if words would break the spell between us. And my tongue was still drilling in and out of her snatch anyway, so I didn't want to stop, even to encourage her with a sentence or two.

But believe you me, she didn't need any fucking encouragement at all. Eileen was now just as turned on to sucking me off and giving me a blow-job as I was to eating out her cunt. Well, the time was at hand and to intensify her desires, I now replaced my tongue with my middle finger, pressing it down against the septum between her vagina and her ass-hole, palpitating the divisional membrane and then circling her snatch with my probing finger.

Her cunt walls were soaking wet, rubbery and slick as well. They responded to my caresses, milking and nipping at my finger, undulating back and forth like they had a consciousness and will all their own. She pulled her head back then and pushed forward with a startling motion, sucking on my cock, pumping her lips up and down and making me groan with savage excitement.

Who wanted to come, who wanted to lose control? Not me, brother. Shit, I was enjoying myself too much and I wedged my face down even more, lifting up her upper thigh and pressing it around my shoulders so that I could now get at her delectable little unopened bud of an ass-hole.

That was the name of the game, turn her on and in every way possible so that when I was ready to fuck her, she wouldn't think of objecting. Still working on her fox with my finger, rubbing up against her clit as she continued to arch her back and pump her hips from side to side, I now pressed the tip of my tongue right up against the narrow slit of her anus.

It was soft and spongy and it seemed to flutter like a blinking eye as I licked across it. She panted loudly then, playing with my balls, toying with them and weighing them in the palm of my hand. I could feel my own bottom-hole contracting, clenching and then loosening in response as if somehow my sphincter muscles were all tied up with my genitals.

But whatever it was, I knew I was loving every minute of it, loving the way her tongue skidded back and forth while her lips clung tightly and almost lovingly-maybe I was projecting, who knows-to my hose.

But I could also tell that she loved the feel of my own tongue, the way I was pressing up against her tight little anus, lubricating it with spit before attempting to wedge my tongue right inside her sweet little backside.

I'd rarely if ever done that to a chick before. Most girls I knew were from my high school and the few I had balled didn't seem to either know anything about anal-oral sex or else were turned off to the idea of having a guy's tongue stuffed up their poop-chute.

But Eileen was far less inhibited, not stopping me as I gently prodded and rimmed her out, pushing forward and pulling at her buns with one hand so that her ass-hole was stretched wide and my tongue was finally able to move right inside of her bottom.

The moment it touched the dry smooth flesh of her perianus, she squeezed her sphincter muscles so hard that I thought she'd break my tongue in half. My eyes bugged out and I pushed forward, licking hungrily, glancing down between my legs as her head now bobbed up and down and she strained to take in every last thick inch of my hot and pulsating cunt-rammer.

Oh, it was so perfect, so good that I just didn't want it to ever come to an end. To feel her tongue roaming over my joint, to feel her eager and girlish fingers playing with my hairy nuts, fondling my balls and then easing one finger down between my legs, right under my sac and along the furrow between my buns, made me shudder with rising sexual fervor.

And when she pressed the tip of one inquisitive finger along my own ass-hole, I groaned with excitement, relaxing my sphincter muscles and letting her do anything she wanted. Well, fuck what she really wanted then was to rim me out, just as I was doing to her.

I sensed this and swiveled forward, straddling her quickly. My knees dug into the grass and I rested on my elbows and forearms, still keeping one finger inside of her pussy as my tongue jabbed in and out of her wiggling lush little butt.

Pushing down so that my cock slid right between her tits, I wiggled back and forth and felt her hands grasping my buns, pulling my ass ever closer to her upturned face. She squeezed by buttocks and held onto them as if for support, pressing her tongue right along my anal furrow.

That was where all sense of inhibition finally ended.

Her tongue licked up and down the narrow sweaty crevice, thrilling me to a most incredibly potent degree. I could feel my own tongue moving in and out of her rump even as I finger-fucked her cooze. But when she started licking circles around my ass-hole, I just couldn't stop loving it.

I pumped up and down, rubbing my meat between her tits, feeling the way she was tensing up, groaning as wantonly and delightedly as I was. The two of us were now oblivious to everything but physical excitement, stimulating each other as I hoped we'd never felt before-at least I was certain that I hadn't ever been as turned on as I was at the moment.

And when she actually succeeded in shoving the tip of her slim and agile tongue right inside my shuddering hole, I thought that the end was at hand, barely able to control myself. I had to stop frictioning my cock against her tits, holding myself steady as she pushed her tongue deeper and deeper into my ass-hole.

I could feel her tickling me and the second her tongue hit against the rounded nut-sized swelling of my prostate gland, I shivered violently, clenching my ass muscles around her tongue and trying to hold it down in place.

The last thing in the world I wanted to do then was to have her relinquish her grip. She slobbered hungrily, panting as loudly as I was, lapping in and out and jabbing her tongue hard and fast into my bottom-hole.

It was so right, so exquisite, so perfect, that when I think about it now, in retrospect, I got hot in like two seconds flat. I mean, shit, never before had I been with a chick like Eileen. Never before had I felt half as free or half as aroused as I was at that moment. Whatever was happening was working and I knew then, like I know today, that I couldn't have held out much longer than I did.

Because by then I was burning all over, barely able to control my sexual needs and rising impatience. My nuts rubbed over her cheeks and my cock frictioned back and forth against her tits. And the more she rimmed out my ass, the more turned on I became. It was too late to stop and no longer in control of myself, I suddenly pulled away from her, knowing exactly what had to be done, what was to take place next.

It was an open script. We were improvising all along the way, acting out a kind of spontaneous and unrehearsed psychodrama. Because instinct was what we both didn't lack, reacting to each other out of mutual needs.

No longer was I forcing myself upon her and when I turned around and knelt between her legs, the sun baking us brown and the water rippling against the bank, I couldn't stop staring, eyeing her like a man possessed, like a kid who had never known life until this perfect instant, this utter and complete realization of all of my boyish and insatiable sexual desires.

She was out of a dream. Her sun-bleached blonde hair fanning out around her face, a golden halo which caught the rays of the sun, reflecting its own burnished fine-spun color. Her tits were tender cones, rising up before my delighted eyes.

Eileen said nothing as I leaned forward and pressed my parted gaping lips around one stiff turgid nipple and then the other, sucking them up into my mouth and feeling the way she pushed her chest forward, goading me on, demanding and getting all of my attention.

"I ... I can't believe it," she whispered, all eyes to my hot-blooded display.

But I could believe it, because ever since I'd met her at the station I'd obsessed about my cousin, thinking only of her, my dreams all centering on her seduction. And then were wet dreams at that, which was kind of embarrassing, considering the fact that I was quite sure my aunt knew why my sheets were all covered with stiff patches, the drying remains of my nocturnal emissions.

Well, boys will be boys and no doubt she'd thought that when she'd changed the linen.

Now, nothing mattered, nothing but Eileen. No longer would I suffer from wet dreams, my fantasies unresolved and unconsummated.

I licked and tongued each tender hill of tit-flesh and then slid my tongue down along her chest, diving into the shallow trench that was her navel, circling it and then circling her shuddering damp pubic mound.

Her box was plump and meaty, edible to say the least. But it was now going to become engorged, stuffed to the brim with my hard-on. My cock throbbed almost painfully and my balls were tingling. They felt tight, contracting inside my furry scrotal sac.

Afraid to speak, to tell her what was about to happen, I took hold of my cock, wanting to exercise extreme control, to be as gentle as possible. I had been able to tell, merely by eating her out, how narrow and tight her pussy actually was and I hoped she'd be able to handle my cock.

It seemed, even to me-the one person in the world who knew it by heart, every detail memorized, so to speak-that it was thicker than ever before. The head was like the cap of a large plum-sized mushroom, a light purplish color, engorged with trapped blood and still leaking slippery trails of pre-come, glistening with her saliva as well.

Eileen was all eyes to my meaty dong, not saying anything them. She watched me with narrowed squinting eyes as I knelt between her legs, hovering over her and gripping my cock as if for support. I pushed forward, holding myself steady, not wanting to ram into her.

The instant the head of my pulsating tool pressed against her narrow and barely dilated cunt furrow, she groaned with delight and lifted her legs up, quickly locking her ankles right above my ass. Her snatch was raised forward then. The angle was more accessible than before and a second gentle prodding motion did the trick.

"Slow," she cautioned then. "Just take your time, Mark."

Holy shit, I'd almost forgotten my own name at that point, I was so turned on, so beside myself with excitement. All I could think of was cunt and pushing down, I eased her outer flaps slowly but inexorably apart.

They gave way under the insistent gentle pressure, splaying back ever so slowly so that the head of my dick was able to move a little deeper, pushing down into the vestibule of her snatch. The heat of her vulva was like a furnace, oven-like and smoldering.

Her pussy was wetter than ever and I could hear the squish of meat against meat, the way my glans now wedged itself tightly inside. It felt like a perfect fit, not too tight and far from loose. Her vaginal walls opened slightly and I hung suspended above her, watching the progress I was making, the very slowness of my penetration delighting both of us.

It was like she couldn't consume such a good thing all at once, like it was too rich, too delicious to just gobble down, one two three. I felt exactly as she did, content to stuff my cock in inch by inch, to take my time, to acquaint my pecker with every part of her muff.

"Yes, that's it. Oh shit it's so good. It's so thick, Mark," she whispered, licking her lips with the tip of her tongue, so girlish and innocent that I almost felt like an assailant, like a guy who was raping her, ravishing her virginity and using her for my own sexual needs.

But no, there was a give and take there, a mutual pleasure to be had from each other's bodies. I knew she wasn't doing this merely to satisfy my own ego or my own libido. Far from it, for she wanted to get fucked as much as I wanted to fuck her.

I could now feel the head of my tool rubbing along her clitoris and I swayed from side to side, expanding her vulva and then shoving down with my weight centered at her hips. She gasped, a moan caught in the back of her throat when she felt my cock sliding past her vulva and right inside her vaginal sheath.

Her cunt walls spread wide, gripping my dick as tightly as a clenching hand. The pressure, coupled with the extreme heat and slick wetness of her sheath, made her moan loudly and I panted as I pushed down once again.

This time, more than half the length of my prong slid into place and I stopped and waited for her to get used to the pressure and presence of my dong. She was whimpering, biting down on her lower lip, clinging to me but still not pushing forward to meet my downward strokes.

Well, that was cool too, because I was enjoying the feel of her muff, the way it seemed frozen around my half-hidden pecker. I thrust agilely down and this time sunk in so far that I thought I'd hit the end of her box.

But no, there was still space for more to come and she cried out, her hands flailing out to grip my shoulders. Suddenly, she heaved forward, pulling me down at the same time. The last inches of meat wormed their way into her tight and burning cunt and I leaned against her, glancing down between our legs to see the entire length of my dick completely buried and hidden from sight.

My pubes matted and tangled with her own sparser blonde-haired growth, my balls rubbing along her anal furrow as I knelt there, not wanting to press my weight down against her tender young body. It was fine just the way it was, pulling her legs up higher, crouching down and wiggling back and forth in time to her panting breaths, the way she kept gasping for air as if my cock was stuffed down her throat and not her pussy, as if she couldn't breathe because of it.

Oh, she could breathe all right. It wasn't that. It was the fact that she couldn't believe it was happening, that I was balling her, that the entire hard length of my meaty dick was now completely hidden, consumed between her spread-eagled thighs.

But if she had trouble believing this was all real, all happening to her, I had no trouble at all. I knew what had taken place, how I had made it, how I'd succeeded in penetrating her to the farthest depths of her muff.

I didn't move for about a minute, content to rest there, to sway from side to side and exert pressure on one vaginal wall and then the other. This gave her a chance to accustom herself to the pressure of my cock and I could feel more sap dribbling down along her well-crammed vaginal walls, lubricating both my shaft as well as her own engorged and stuffed sheath.

"How does it feel?" I asked, a stupid naive question, but one I couldn't help but blurt out, as if I was asking for a compliment and knowing I would get the answer I expected, even before she replied.

She giggled then, pushing gently forward, her belly rubbing up against the edge of my pubic bush, her tits jiggling hotly before my widened and staring eyes. "I ... I can't believe it, that we're doing this," she finally admitted.

I had to laugh, because it was so obvious that she'd really wanted me, even from the very first day. "But doesn't it feel good, that we can both give something to each other, something even more than just pleasure."

My words seemed to startle her, perhaps a little too serious and heavy. "I ... I guess so. But it feels so good, so warm, just to have your cock inside of me, moving in and out, fucking me like this," she whispered, glancing down between our legs to stare heatedly and fixedly at her stuffed and well-filled snatch.

Her outer lips were like elastic bands, clinging tightly and delightfully to the base of my pole. Then, my hands outstretched on either side of her, my palms flat on the grass, I pulled almost all the way out, just to the neck, the spot where my cock narrowed, my shaft ending and the head beginning.

She gasped from the quick backward motion, but I drove my meat down into place just as quickly, groaning as the friction reverberated all around me, my cock-shaft scraping hotly and delightfully along her trench.

It was so tight, so wonderfully hot, that I now began to really pump in earnest, giving it my all and having no difficulty turning the two of us on, even more than before. My strokes made her cry out with ecstasy and she held onto me, her body tossing and thrashing about on the grass.

She pumped forward even as I rammed down, pounding in and out with fast jabbing darting strokes, quick and smooth and effortless. The pleasure mounted each time I hammered into her and the two of us were coupled as tightly as possible, joined to each other and not about to stop until we were both feeling the combined effects of each other's climax.

"Yes, that's it. Oh, I'm burning. I've never ... no, never like this. It's so good. Shit, it's the best, it's the greatest ever," she told me, pushing forward each time I rammed down.

"Tell me," I said, gasping for breath, wanting to hear her describe how good it felt. "Is it better than when your boy friend balled you?"

"Oh, shit, yes, much, much better," she said. "He wasn't half as good, or gentle as you. And his cock was so tiny in comparison to yours. I never, never saw anything like that before. Only ... only my father's is bigger." At this revelation she giggled mischievously and even as I kept stroking, I asked her how she had come to see her father's dick.

"Was it hard, like mine?" I asked.

"Hard!" she exclaimed. "Shit, yes. He had a hard-on, Mark. I never told anyone, but one day I caught him fucking one of the sheep in the barn. It was wild, just the weirdest thing I'd ever seen. I guess my mom doesn't turn him on so much these days."

I just shook my head, picturing the scene in my mind, Eileen crouching and unnoticed while her father sodomized a sheep. I'd heard a ewe's cunt was almost as good as the real thing, but still ... the whole bestial idea was freaky, to put it mildly.

Yet strangely enough, she could not stop talking about it. And the more she described what she had seen, laying in details that were just not to be believed, the more aroused the two of us became. It had that kind of effect on each of our heads and I was certain she was secretly hot for her father, anxious to have him fuck her, just as I was doing.

I mean, she must have talked about him, and his cock in particular, for a good ten minutes. And by then, my strokes were so hard and fast and scraping that I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

Her cunt muscles were shuddering, nipping again and again. They tightened around my burning shaft, palpitating hotly each time I plowed down into place, hitting against her pubis and darting back as if I was rebounding off a rubbery surface.

My hands slid over her tits then, cupping them as I rotated my palms over each turgid and fleshy nipple. Her breath quickened almost instantly and she was groaning, writhing back and forth, shivering with voluptuous excitement and intensity.

"Yes, that's it, more, fuck me, harder, harder. like my father did, harder, pound it into me oh good, oh make me come, Mark, make me shoot!" she wailed, wild-eyed and beside herself as I slammed in and out as hard and as fast as I could, unable and unwilling to hold myself back.

But it was my cousin who got off first, which was certainly fine with me. She seemed to be straining, squeezing her cunt muscles, holding onto me as tightly as she could. Sweat dripped down her chest and I kept rubbing my fingers over her tits, plucking and tweaking her nipples and feeling her on the edge of her climax, her explosion of girlish adolescent passion and sexual release.

"Do it!" I yelled. "Come, come for me. Do it, hurry, shoot, shoot it. Cream, Eileen, feel my cock and cream!"

At that exact instant, as if my words had indeed had the salutary effect of triggering her long-awaited climax, Eileen stiffened and began to come'. She clung to me like a frightened child, pressing her lips against my mouth, her tongue ramming between them as we clung to each other and she began to shoot her load.

Whatever was happening, it just was so unbelievable that words fail me. Every part of her seemed to be shuddering, convulsing and on fire. Her skin was flushed, suffused with red, glowing and hot to the touch.

There was a sudden rhythmic jerk of her cunt muscles and her legs kicked out spasmodically. A flood of sap streamed down, washing over my throbbing shaft, further lubricating her already wet and dripping muff.

Unable to speak, her tongue twirling in and out of my mouth, I could nevertheless feel her panting and moaning even as she kissed me. Her pussy was on fire and she kept pushing forward, even as I held myself down in place, about to let loose at any second. I wanted to join her in the pleasure of her orgasm and pulled back and then thrust down again, almost there as my nuts tightened, contracting and pulled high up inside my scrotum.

And then, even as she continued to writhe against me, pulling me down so that I was forced to stretch my legs out behind me and lay flat on top of her, crushing her down to the ground, I too suddenly lost control, stiffening and knowing that at long last the moment was at hand.

I pulled my mouth away from her, panting and crying out like a bull, ravishing her with my cock hidden between her legs, completely buried and burning inside of her snatch. "Yes, baby, oh shit, yes, now. Oh fuck, feel it, here ... here it is, my come, feel my cream, my cream!" I screamed out, falling against her as the first hot wads of my load poured out of the blood-engorged and bulbous head of my dong.

She held onto me, still coming as well, even as my cock began to ejaculate like a Tommy gun. Bursts of molten gism hit against her cunt walls and I couldn't see straight, pleasure rippling through me, making me powerless and unable to control my bodily functions.

So much come kept pouring out that I was literally flooding her muff, cream oozing down around her gaping outer lips, sticking to our crotches, our thighs and bellies as I held myself rigid and kept on shooting my load.

It seemed as if I had been saving my cream for the last two weeks, just so that I could inundate her cunt with semen. Because even when she lay still, gasping for breath and flushed and sweaty, I was still going strong, still coming like a fucking racehorse ... like my uncle Dave perhaps.

But finally, all good things must come to an end and as the last wads of gism gushed out, I lay still and against her, hugging her close to me, my eyes shut and my heart pounding wildly in my chest. We lay like that for God knows how long.

My cock lost its erection by then and it slid down along her mushy come-smeared vaginal walls, plopping out into the open. I finally got to my feet and helped her up, leading her down to the pond so that we could wash ourselves off.

Well, that just about says it all.

That was the first time we balled, and far from the last. I mean, all summer we went at it, every fucking chance we had. And it didn't stop with just what I've already described. Shit, no. She wanted to experience everything, including getting corn-holed by my meaty prong.

We even spied on her father once and caught him fucking a sheep, just as she had described. And you know what, my cousin hadn't exaggerated in the least, either. I mean, holy shit, but my uncle Dave was hung like a fucking mule. I just never saw anything like it and after we'd watched him, we snuck away and had ourselves a time that was better than any other.

But now, the problem is that I can't stop thinking about her. I mean, I'm here and she's still in Ohio and even though we write, it's not nearly like it was, like being with her every day all through the summer.

I just don't know what to do. Eileen and I are the only ones who know what happened. But what am I supposed to do now, just wait around and see if they'll invite me to the farm ten months from now? I'll go crazy by then, I really will.

* * *

"Crazy" was the last thing in the world that would happen to young Mark Bowen. If anything, his infatuation for his cousin Eileen and their subsequent sexual and emotional involvement, mirrored the behavior patterns of most adolescent affairs.

Of course, the major difference was that they were both related to each other, both first cousins. I decided that it would be best not to use the aspect of incest in my treatment. Instead, I discussed with Mark over a period of three months the need for involvement with a girl at home, not someone whom he could only experience through letters and long-distance phone calls.

He was reluctant to agree with me. But boys are malleable and when nature calls they follow. So it did, coming in the guise of a youngster he met at school. Their subsequent involvement-once again sexual as well as emotional-paved the way for Mark's mental and emotional improvement.

CASE NUMBER FIVE

SUBJECT: Penny Whalen, white female AGE: Fifteen years and seven months

Occasionally, adolescent sexual behavior takes on more specific forms of physical contact and expression. Such was the case of Penny Whalen, a high school student whose sexual proclivities were limited almost solely to anal and, to a lesser extent, oral sex.

The reason Penny was referred to me and finally came to my office, was that her sexual promiscuity had resulted in repeated exposure to physical attachments devoid of any emotional feeling or communication. She found herself constantly depressed, going through boy friends like some teenage girls go through infatuations with movie stars and the like.

It had reached a point where she was finding it difficult to relate, even to herself and the guidance counselor at her high school, vaguely aware of the seriousness of her psychosexual difficulties, advised her to make an appointment with me at my office.

Since much of my therapeutic work is funded on a state level, the problem of fees was non-existent. Rather, I was far more concerned about Penny's emotional well-being more than anything else. Perhaps not oddly enough, I could immediately sense her openness to sex, her lack of both inhibition as well as discretion.

Even the clothing she wore drew attention to her body and at the age of fifteen-and-a-half, Penny was well on her way to womanhood, a young lady who radiated a kind of wild sexual charm that even I found difficult to deal with.

But professional ethics are the cornerstone of our profession and so I strove to divorce myself from any sexual feelings, attempting to deal with Penny the way she really was-a child in trouble, not a teenager whose very manner and attitude seemed to indicate a willingness to engage in sexual relations at any given moment.

It didn't take long for her to trust me and introductions aside, she settled back in her seat, crossed her legs and began to tell me why she was feeling so depressed all the time, why she thought it was probably a good idea to talk to someone who might be able to understand her problems and thus tell her what she should do about correcting them.

The following, the final case history I have chosen for this volume, presents a fascinatingly detailed portrait of an adolescent female completely devoid of sexual inhibitions. In her search for what she rather sarcastically called

"a meaningful relationship," Penny related the events which led up to the moment she decided to speak to someone about her psychosexual and emotional difficulties. Perhaps, as I was to soon understand, it was the wisest decision she had ever made in her young life.

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Whether it has anything to do with all this, is something I really don't understand. Because I guess one way or the other, they're both just the same, either getting fucked up the ass or the other way, through vaginal penetration as you headshrinkers must call it.

But the whole point I'm trying to make is that if it wasn't for my fucked-up crazy mother, I might have never gotten to be the way I am today. I mean, kids at school call me a nympho, even to my face. Shit, I ain't that. I just need something, to be loved ... something ... anything I guess, so long as I'm with someone.

You see, my mother is a nut and because she's a nut, she doesn't let go. She's constantly worrying about me, praying for me, shit like that. And along with the prayers is a fucking boring and disgusting weekly examination, always after I come out of a shower or a bath.

Yep, you've probably already guessed what my old lady is looking for, too. That's right, she makes me stand there on the bathroom mat while she insinuates a fucking finger right up into my snatch. Oh, it's all hygienic, like going to see a gynecologist. Except that she has to make sure my cherry is intact and I shudder to think of what would happen if one day she discovered I'd lost it somewhere along the way.

Well, that's probably the first reason why I had to get my jollies being fucked up the ass. At least that way, I'm still technically a virgin. In fact, believe it or not, I've never let a boy fuck my cunt.

I'm afraid of my mother, plain and simple.

But I always come, always get off on being corn-holed and I've read that a lot of women are like that, especially when they get older and their muffs get loose and flabby. I don't know what's there or how the body works, but I always get off on having a kid stuff his pecker up my butt.

Well, that's my craziness. At least I can keep it a secret from my mother. So that's the reason why I got into anal sex and all, though it's only part of the problem. You see, I just feel lonely so much of the time that I have this almost constant need to be with a guy.

I guess I keep hoping to find a boy friend, a kid who'll like me, even when we're not balling. Only it hasn't happened yet and so here I am, the class nympho who can't stop liking sex, even when most of the time I'm just used like a piece of meat, like an opening or something.

But if there is one person to pin the blame on-if there is a blame, which I'm not sure about even to this day-it has to be Neil, this kid I knew about six months ago, when I first started having sex.

I was a virgin through and through, having gone as far as letting a date play with my tits. But nothing below the waist. My mother had me believing that boys were all devils in disguise, that if they tried anything with me I'd be damned for the rest of my life. Only after I got married would it be okay.

Funny, because I believed her, from my first awareness of sex when I started having my periods, until six months or so ago. It had been difficult keeping boys off of me, because I was always being asked out on dates and parties and shit like that.

And, what was more, I used to feel all tingly and funny inside whenever a boy started petting me, playing with my tits up in the balcony of a movie, places like that. I wanted to let them go further, but I was still scared, not knowing what it would be like, not even knowing what a guy looked like without his clothes on.

And then I met Neil and everything changed, like overnight I became another person, Penny the class nympho. No, don't think I'm acting sorry for myself. I have no self-pity. I just did what came naturally, and what came naturally was having sex, even if it wasn't the way most teenage girls enjoy ... at least the ones who aren't fucking prudes.

But Neil, prick of all time as far as I'm concerned, still was a stud, a kid who knew exactly what he wanted and how to go about getting it as well. I'd been looking for a boy friend all this time and by then I was a junior in high school and still without a steady, like all of my friends.

So when Neil asked me out I didn't have to think twice about it. He was in one of my classes, having been left back. He had to repeat his third year and since he was a year older than the other boys in my class, I naturally thought of him as someone more mature, more of a man.

At seventeen he wasn't a man, but he certainly wasn't a baby, either. He had this way about him, like.he was a smooth operator, knowing how to get on my good side. The first time we went out he just laid it on thick, taking me to the movies and then even for something to eat afterwards.

He flashed his money around like he was a big spender and I fell for it, hook, line and sinker. There was something very rugged and tough about him, protective as well. So when he took me home, I let him pull me into the space behind the stairs in my apartment building.

He started working on my tits, kissing me and carrying on so that I just couldn't stop myself. I was feeling things I'd never felt before and the only reason we had to cut it short that night was because one of the neighbors heard me panting and came out to investigate, thinking someone was getting raped or something in the stairwell.

Anyway, we dated again, the very next night.

Only this time he didn't take me anywhere imagine. Right away he took me back to his house. His folks were out for the evening and I knew, even with his line about watching television and ordering a pizza, what was going to happen.

like shit, the minute he locked the door behind him he was attacking me, pressing me up against a wall, shoving his tongue between my lips and squeezing my tits in both of his hands. Strange, but I wasn't really frightened, as if I knew the time was right, like I was destined to go through these changes and the sooner the better.

Changes they were, right from the start.

He was crazy, I mean really out of his skull. He must have been smoking grass or something because he had this reddened wild look in his eyes, humping up against me, not even giving me a chance to take off my coat.

When I finally managed to break away from him, he ran after me and threw me down on the living room carpet. I couldn't believe what was happening, but after a few minutes of dry humping, rubbing himself up against me, he finally seemed to come back to his senses.

I was panting, flushed and oddly elated as I lay there on my back and he got up and crouched in front of me, gasping for breath. "I just couldn't help myself," he admitted, winking at me like we were only playing a game or something.

But it was no game. He was totally serious and by this time I was all tingly and excited, knowing that I wanted him to do things to me, whatever they were. As naive as they come, I had hardly any idea of what sex was all about.

But I recognized my own needs, The same kind of feelings I got whenever I was alone in bed, under the covers with my hand between my legs, rubbing up against my snatch. Then, with a grin that stretched from ear to ear and made him look as if he was leering at me, he got to his feet and started taking off his clothes.

I was too shocked and scared to say a word, or even make a move to stop him. All I could think about was that I had to stay a virgin, no matter what. It had come to this, finally and at long last and so I held my tongue, all eyes to Neil as he ripped off his clothes, so impatient that his own sexual excitement seemed to communicate itself to me without any words being spoken between us.

I suppose that the fact that I just lay there was something he interpreted as meaning that I wanted him. I didn't know what "want" was all about, but I could feel my pussy getting all wet and itchy, like it was demanding to be touched and stroked and rubbed up against.

And it wasn't going to be my hand that did it, either.

No, it was Neil's show, right from the start. I felt myself trembling as he pulled off his shirt, flexing his muscles like he was showing off on a beach or something. He had a good build though, not the least bit flabby or soft in the gut.

He was all lean and muscular, reminding me of pictures of Greek statues I'd seen in my history book. I just lay there, staring at him, taking it all in. And when his hands moved to his belt and he kept on grinning, I found myself glancing down at his crotch.

I'd never seen a boy naked before, though I'd often enough seen the outline of what they kept in their pants. But holy shit, what was tenting and bulging the front of his wheat jeans just didn't seem real, like it was twice the size of anything else I'd noticed on guys in the past:

Maybe that's an exaggeration. Who knows, but I had no way of comparing, so it really doesn't matter. All I can say is that I was a little scared, knowing that I was getting myself into something I couldn't get out of.

I wanted to talk to him, but no words came to mind as he unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his fly. He kicked off his penny loafers and pushed his jeans down off of his waist and tapering athletic hips. And there I was, flat on my back, looking up at him as he shucked off his jeans.

At least he was wearing underwear, so that I wasn't completely shocked when he took off his dungarees. He stood there, wearing nothing but his briefs and my mouth dropped open as I stared at his crotch.

I mean, I just couldn't help myself.

Making out in the balcony of a movie was one thing. But this was something else altogether, entirely different and heavier than anything I'd experienced in the past. I could see the outline of his cock, the way it tented up the front of his underpants, the way his thighs were muscular and hairy, covered with a furry pelt of black hair, the same as on his head.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked me, sliding one hand right inside his shorts.

I could see what he was doing, grabbing hold of his cock and playing with it and I kept on shivering, not knowing what to say or do or what he ultimately expected from me. "What?" I whispered, dry-mouthed and more frightened than ever before in my whole life.

He laughed then, shaking and pointing a finger at me. "Come on, Penny. Take your clothes off. I want to look at you. Haven't you ever done it before?"

"Never," I admitted, almost ashamed of my innocence and lack of experience in this kind of situation.

"You're putting me on," he snorted. "You mean you've never ... you've never seen a guy naked before?"

"No, never," I whispered once again.

"Well, it's time for a change, kiddo. You'll love it, let me tell you. Shit, no one's a virgin any more. It just isn't done," he tried to assure me.

Well, that was a line, but I wasn't about to tell him that no matter what happened, I wasn't going to let him stick his cock or anything else for that matter, inside of my pussy. But by this time he was shuddering, rubbing his fingers over his pecker, still keeping it concealed inside of his briefs.

I got to my feet then and turned away from him, blushing, not understanding how it had happened, how it had come to this or even why I was consenting to take off my clothes. I'd never been naked in front of anybody else, except my mother that is. But I wasn't ashamed of my body either and so I unbuttoned my plaid blouse and pulled it out of my skirt, slipping it off of my arms and shoulders.

I put it on the couch and kept my head averted, still afraid to look at him, wondering why it suddenly seemed to be so animalistic, so passionless, not like I'd read about two people loving each other in books or short stories in magazines.

But even then, I knew it was too late to stop.

Things had gone farther than ever before and with shaking fingers, wishing he was the one taking off my clothes and seducing me, not myself, I unzipped my skirt and kicked off my shoes. I pushed my skirt down off of my hips and stepped out of it, putting it down next to my blouse.

I just had on panty hose and a bra. But before I could even reach back to take my bra off, I felt

Neil's hands moving around, circling me as I panted and felt him pressing up against my back. His hands cupped my boobs and his lips slid down along my neck, sucking on my skin and making me tremble uncontrollably.

I could feel something hard prodding between my buns, but I still didn't know if it was his cock or not. I mean, I just didn't know much of anything then, except that he had my bra off in like two seconds flat and the second his fingers came in contact with my naked tits, I thought I'd faint from the excitement I immediately began to feel.

It just was unlike anything else, like suddenly I was with someone I cared about, someone who could comfort me and hold me in his arms. How did I know he was a shit, a real prick? I mean, there was no way of telling, because he had a way about him, a kind of charm I guess, which completely engulfed me.

I just lost all sense of control or inhibition after that. His fingers plucked at my tits again and again and he kept rubbing up against my ass, moving faster then so that I suddenly became aware of the fact that he no longer had his underwear on.

I jerked away, frightened, spinning around and then gasping, not believing what I saw. He just laughed at me, his hands on his hips, standing there and flaunting his virility before my wide and astonished eyes.

"You dig it?" he grinned, taking hold of his penis and wagging it back and forth in my direction.

I'd never seen a cock before and certainly Neil was going to spoil me, for it turned out that he had one of the biggest pieces of meat I was ever going to encounter. I mean, it just reminded me of a baby's arm, it was so amazingly long ang thick, arching out from his crotch like a sword or a hammer.

He kept fondling his dick, licking his lips and staring at my naked tits. "Take off your panty hose," he told me then, his voice pitched low, husky and almost chilling.

I was numb all over, shivering as I kept staring at his dick, unable to stop looking at it. He was fucking proud of himself, let me tell you, a real egotist and narcissist if ever there was one. He dug my wide and unblinking stare and with one hand he rubbed up and down the length of his dick while his other hand grabbed hold of his hairy balls and swung them back and forth between his thickset thighs.

Mute and still frightened, almost knowing that if I didn't do what he wanted, he'd get his way just the same, I hooked my thumbs underneath the elastic waistband of my panty hose and proceeded to peel them down.

He kept his eyes on my crotch then and I could see how the front panel between my legs was damp, sticking to my pussy. My cunt felt all hot and juicy inside and I began to blush the instant my pubic bush was unveiled.

And the way he kept staring and smacking his lips, drooling with excitement, all intensified my fears. But I was determined to go through with it, so long as he didn't fuck me. I needed a boy friend desperately and I thought at the time that Neil would be a perfect choice.

How wrong I was, but who knew it at the time? I was the last girl in the world to possess common sense or proper judgment when it came to guys, having gotten fucking sick and tired of blind dates or seeing a different boy every week.

So the last thing in the world I wanted to do was turn him off. Besides, I knew the pleasure I could feel and so I pulled my panty hose all the way down, his eyes boring into me, piercing my cunt to the quick.

"Shit, you're together, baby, real tasty," he mumbled, wild-eyed and leering at me as I threw my panty hose onto the couch and stood there, afraid to move, naked as the day I was born.

But I didn't have to worry about being aggressive. Neil took care of that, advancing upon me so that I shuddered, flinching involuntarily. But immediately he was down on his knees, pressing his hands around my ass.

His fingers gripped my buns, kneading them as if they were made of clay while he pushed my legs apart and thrust out his tongue. He lashed it up and down along my cunt opening and I got the chills and started shaking, unable to breathe, to accept the flood and explosion of immediate pleasure I was now feeling.

Because the instant his tongue touched my cunt, I went crazy. Something clicked inside of me and I pushed my crotch up against his mouth, holding onto his wide burly shoulders while his tongue moved up and down.

But when his hands slid around to grip the twin tapering outer lips of my pussy, I pulled away. "Hey, what's the matter? Don't you dig getting eaten out?" he asked, looking up at me, his cock bobbing hotly between his legs.

I stammered, afraid to tell him what was the matter. "You ... you can do anything, anything else. But not that." I was forced to tell him about my mother's weekly inspections and when I was finished I was red as a beet.

He just couldn't believe it, but he finally nodded his head. "Then it's your turn," he said, getting to his feet and taking hold of one of my hands, he led me to the couch and sat down against the cushions, pushing me down in front of his, right between his legs.

I knew what he wanted me to do, but I was still frightened, still terribly unsure of myself. Nevertheless, when he told me to suck him off, it was too late to put a stop to everything. If he would like it, so I thought at the time, maybe he'd like me all the more.

And since this was all so new to me, I had no idea if it would be fun or not-for me, that is-until I tried it. So I bent forward and reached out, gently rubbing the tips of my fingers all along the length of his cock.

It was hot to the touch and wonderfully stiff. "Hold onto it and lick the head," he instructed me and so I gripped the base of his penis, his hairy bush real coarse, thick and wiry.

My face moved into position and his impatience manifested itself by the way he thrust his hips forward, the head of his dick rubbing over my parted lips. I could smell his sweaty crotch and I thrust out my tongue, sliding it over the top of his dick. Something sticky and pungent was leaking out of his hole and I licked it down and felt him trembling all the more excitedly.

Well, whatever I was doing was certainly having the desired effect. Growing more daring, I then proceeded to press my lips right over his cock head. Shit, did he get off on that, let me tell you! He went wild, like he started pushing my head down, forcing me to take in more and more of his tool.

I tried my best, feeling the way it was being stuffed into my mouth, filling my cheeks as my tongue licked up and down, feeling the way the veins along the base and underside of his tool were bulging out. He wouldn't let go of my head until the head of his cock hit against the back of my throat and I started to gag.

But then he finally relinquished his hold and I gasped and lifted my head up, still keeping half the length of his cock between my lips. Just doing this to him was having an effect on me as well as Neil.

I wanted him to touch me, to caress me, to excite me the way I was certain I was exciting and arousing him, stimulating him each time I pushed my mouth down and sucked on his thick burning hot dong. My lips had to stretch around the width of his pole, it was that thick.

"My balls now," he told me, pushing me back so that his pecker slipped out of my mouth, rising up along his lean washboard stomach. "Suck on my nuts, Penny."

I. had no choice but to obey him, feeling almost like a slave, like he was my master. But I knew the pleasure I was giving him and so I stuck out my tongue all over again. All this was so new to me, so strangely exciting, that I really didn't mind taking his orders and doing what he wanted.

And so I licked around his nuts, taking them up in one hand and fondling them excitedly. "That's it," he murmured. "Suck on 'em, too, baby."

My tongue slid up and down and I could feel how heavy his balls were. His scrotum was wrinkled and covered with long wiry pubic hairs and it gave off a musky smell, at once just as arousing as everything else about Neil.

But he wasn't totally satisfied, not by a long shot.

Now that I had gone this far, sucking him off and then sucking on his balls, he suddenly lifted his legs up and grabbed hold of both of his ankles. I shrank back, not knowing what he wanted from me. But as it turned out, he was going to initiate me into the world of anal sex and he wasn't going to wait much longer, either.

I just held my breath, kneeling there between his legs. I could see the way the hairs along the insides of his thighs were thick and almost growing in whorl-like ringlets. And below his balls, still handing down between his legs, was the very edge of what seemed to be a dark and hairy furrow, the fissure between his ass cheeks.

Neil didn't say anything for a moment, pulling himself up higher so that his buns now stuck out in my face. He lifted his nuts up and I finally could see it, the way his ass-hole looked like a slit between his buttocks, half-hidden in shadow and covered with a thin layer of pubic hair.

I'd never even looked at my own ass-hole, let alone a boy's. But now I was frozen, crouching there and holding my breath, confused by his silence and by the new position he had taken. "Well, what the fuck are you waiting for, sugar?" he told me then.

"What?" I asked, looking up into his face, seeing the way he stared at me, the way his eyes were narrowed, squinting pig eyes drilling into my head.

"What?" he repeated with a laugh. "You're too much, kiddo. Use your imagination. What the fuck are you looking at, right this instant? Come on, tell me."

"Your ... your ass-hole," I stammered, blushing under his excruciatingly intense and savage gaze.

"Very good," he snickered. "Now what it's called in the books is analingus. But what it's called as far as I'm concerned, is being rimmed, savvy? Just get down there and start licking and using your tongue, Penny. It's a real turn-on, let me tell you. And if you do a real good job, Neil's gonna do the same thing for you, since you're so fucking uptight about having anyone touch your snatch."

His words stung me to the quick and the thought of sticking my tongue down into his ass was at once disgusting and horrifying. But my fear of him, the fact that he at least hadn't hassled me after I'd told him about my mother's weekly inspections, was more potent than my disgust.

Reluctantly, I did as I was told, wondering if it would feel good when he did it to me, rimming me out the way he said it was called. He held his buns apart with his hands, shaking with expectation as I wiggled forward and thrust out my slim raspy-edged and probing tongue.

His bottom gave off a slightly sour odor of shit, but it also smelled like his crotch, sweaty and musky. I didn't gag or anything as I pushed my tongue forward, his fingers gripping his buns and pulling them wide apart, enabling me to see his ass-hole in all its narrow entirety.

I licked up and down along his ass furrow and he groaned and trembled with delight. Later, he told me about his prostate gland and all, but at the time I couldn't figure it out, having never associated my ass with anything of a sexual or erotic nature.

Well, Neil was going to give me some fucking education, let me tell you. Because when I kept palpitating his hole with the tip of my tongue, he went berserk, shoving his buns back and forth, egging me on, demanding and finally getting even more attention.

I pushed my tongue forward, curious now, no longer turned on and still aware of my own sexual needs, the way cunt juice was dripping down along the insides of my thighs, the way my box was burning and itching something terrible.

"Dig it in there, girlie. Come on, rim me out good, eat my ass out, sugar!" he called out, wildly aroused as I pushed my tongue forward and discovered, much to my amazement, that his ass-hole was fully capable of expanding, the anal folds and puckers surrounding his bottom-hole now opening up to reveal the slick dry flesh of his rectum.

I licked up and down, jabbing and probing, digging my tongue in and out and then pushing it down as hard and as far as I could. He was groaning, demanding and getting the entire length of my tongue as I reamed him out to his infinite satisfaction.

My tongue slid in and out, back and forth, feeling a swelling along one rectal wall. It turned out to be his prostate which I was tickling and stimulating and each time I hit against it, he really went wild, bouncing up and down on the couch, begging me to keep at it.

Well, all I can remember is that I kept rimming him out for what seemed like hours at a time. Of course I'm exaggerating, but Neil just couldn't get enough of it, wiggling his buns, clenching and unclenching them, moaning and shuddering each time I pistoned my tongue down into the depths of his poop-chute.

He was holding onto his cock at the same time and I had even gotten more inquisitive, playing with his balls again, even as I ate out his ass. But finally, he eased me gently back and I stopped and remained on my knees, gasping for breath.

I didn't think he was the most giving person in the world, but he at least was thinking of me, for the next minute he was down on his hands and knees, pushing me forward so that I was forced to lean up against the couch.

I didn't know what he intended to do, but the minute he took hold of my buttocks and pried them apart, I shivered voluptuously, wondering if I would find his tongue in my ass-hole as pleasurable as he had. There was no way to tell until it happened, but Neil wasn't about to waste any more time, either.

He knew what he was ultimately after, what he really wanted to do to me. Of course, at the time, seconds before I felt his tongue swooping down between my buns, the last thing I would have thought of was having his cock stuffed all the way up inside my ass-hole. I mean, it just didn't enter the picture, something I had never thought about, not in the least.

But when I heard him groan and then felt his fingers gripping my buns, I relaxed and leaned forward, sticking my ass out in his face and relishing the opportunity now afforded me, a chance to see if I too could get off on this kind of anal-oral stimuli.

Well let me tell you ... holy shit, did he do a fucking snow-job on me! Or shall I say, a rim-job, because his tongue started skidding up and down like lightning, lashing along my sweaty and narrow anal furrow, from the very top by the small of my back all the way down to the lowest edge, hitting against the bottom of my cunt at the same time and making me tremble with additional excitement and youthful pleasure.

He knew exactly what he was doing, all right and he was also an expert, a master at his trade. His tongue seemed to have a life all its own, roaming up and down as he panted and blew hot air all along the length of my burning ass furrow.

I groaned along with him, swinging my buns from side to side, shuddering with rising pleasure. Just the way he tickled the lowest edge of my pussy was getting me off. He didn't even insinuate his tongue, didn't threaten me or my virginity in the least. But there was still incredible pleasure and something was happening to me, something I'd never experienced or understood before.

I was well on my way to coming when he moved higher, dabbing at my tender puckered hole, licking it again and again, his spit warm and syrupy as he lubricated my bottom-hole. And when he pried my buttocks apart even more, I shivered voluptuously, groaning and panting with undeniable and incredible delight.

I wanted him to play with my tits, but it wasn't what he was into at that moment, forced to hold my buns as far apart as he could so that ever so slowly I could feel my ass-hole widening, the tender folds pulled gently apart.

His tongue was right there in a flash, licking, pushing forward, finally wedging itself right between my folds and creases. I pushed my butt back towards his face, not believing the pleasure I was feeling, the excitement his tonguing rimming strokes were giving me.

Even then he had almost succeeded, pushing his tongue down even more, thrusting it slowly but surely deeper and deeper inside my butt. That this was all going to be what the newspapers like to a call "a viable alternative," at least in terms of sex, instead of being deflowered, was something I still didn't even think about.

I was being driven wild and senseless, maddened with excitement and passions I had very little control over. He knew this too, as it turned out, and he made the most of the situation, pistoning his tongue all the way inside and making me shudder and shriek with intense and heated delight.

"Yes, do it, harder, shove it in there, eat my ass, eat me," I wailed, the words dripping out of my mouth like drool, my lips dry and flecked with spittle. I tossed and turned against his face as I felt his tongue wedged all the way inside my ass-hole.

And when it struck against my divisional membrane, the thin septum between my pussy and ass-hole, I thought I'd see stars and climb the wall, I was so beside myself. I didn't know what an orgasm was until it happened, until, in one flash of blinding light, one split-second of ecstasy, I went hurtling over the edge.

My palm was flat against my crotch as a hot stream of spicy sap dribbled down. My cunt walls palpitated against each other and I writhed in time to his tongue-strokes, listening to the way he groaned and whimpered with pleasure.

I guess he knew I was coming, though even I wasn't too sure what was taking place. I couldn't see or think straight, caught up in unknown forces, feeling a kind of electricity rippling through my limbs and making my cunt and ass burn with an uncanny, hellish and fantastically stimulating fire.

I couldn't stop shaking and his tongue took over, doing the work of a cock or a finger, slurping and gliding in and out. And then, just as I finally pitched forward and began to calm down, I felt something else insinuating itself into place.

I glanced back, barely able to see.

But then he grinned at me, red-faced and gasping for breath. It was his index finger I was now feeling, sliding slowly into my stretched and gaping hole, replacing his long hot slobbering tongue. "Relax," he whispered. "Shit, you came like a fucking bandit. I never saw a chick get off on being rimmed, not the way you did, kiddo."

Whether it was a compliment or not was something I didn't know. But all I can say is that what had happened had given me more pleasure than I had ever know existed. So this was why people balled, I realized, my naivete as crushing to my ego as a blow to the head.

But I had come, thanks to Neil, to his expert anilingual technique. Now, not even having a chance to calm down or catch my breath, I leaned against the couch as I felt him pistoning his finger down into my butt.

He wiggled it around, rubbing against my anal walls, palpitating the divisional membrane with his fingertip so that the friction and vibrations of his probing digit could be felt inside my cunt. I still had my cherry, but it seemed as if his finger was actually moving inside my snatch.

It was too beautiful, too exciting to describe.

I just crouched there, grunting hoarsely, instinctively working my sphincter muscles so that each time he shoved his finger in to the last knuckle, I clenched them tightly, nipping at it, unclenching when he pulled slowly back.

"You know what you really need, baby?" he said, a wild gleam in his eyes when I looked back at him.

I glanced down between his thickset thighs, able to see his penis arching up, leaking copiously and bobbing back and forth as he knelt behind me. "What?" I whispered, wincing as suddenly he began to work yet a second finger into my hole. He was stretching my anus in a way it had never been stretched before.

But when I loosened my sphincter muscles and concentrated only on the pleasure, there was only the slightest bit of pain and that, I may add, was more of a discomforting nature than anything else. It was just unusual, something I'd never experienced before. "That's it," he whispered, encouraging me to keep cool, to relax my buns, to flow with the pleasure of the moment.

I did as he told me, still not even aware of what he was leading up to, what he finally intended to do to me. Neil was not the kind of boy who went about deflowering unwilling virgins. He was basically lazy, not about to hassle himself or try to really get his way if a chick was adamant.

And I was adamant all right, but only about my cunt.

Everything that was taking place was still so new to me. But the pleasure mounted all over again, his two fingers stretching my anal walls, exerting pressure along my vaginal canal at the same time. I began to shudder and twitch all over again and he eased his fingers out and slowly got to his feet.

"One sec," he said quickly, turning on his heel and hurrying out of the living room.

I leaned against the sofa, my eyes following him as he disappeared from view. But he didn't even give me a chance to get my bearings, for a moment later he returned and my eyes seemed compelled to stare at his cock, still amazed by its sheer volume, its length and marvelous virile thickness.

It swung hotly up and down and in one hand I could see he held onto a tube of something or other. It was a jelly-like lubricant, one which he now used to squeeze onto the palm of his hand. He greased the entire length of his hydrant, from head to base, rubbing in the lubricant until it shone, all slick and greasy.

And then he crouched behind me and I opened my mouth to say something, finally understanding what was about to happen, what this had all come to. But before I could say a word, he rubbed his lubricated greasy fingers up and down my bottom furrow, concentrating on my ass-hole and making sure it was good and slick.

"You're ... you're not going to try to..." I started to say, finding it inconceivable that he would be able to ram his cock right up into my bottom.

I mean, it just seemed too big, too long and thick. It wasn't like having two fingers pistoning into my rump. But he didn't even acknowledge my concern or rising fear. Instead, he just gripped my buns with one hand, stretching them apart and wiggling even closer. "No, don't try it," I started to say, but at that instant, that split-second in time, I shuddered as I felt the head of his massive cock pressing down against my bottom-hole.

"Now just relax. It won't hurt if you loosen up," he told me, holding his hands on my buns, the head of his slippery greased dick exerting pressure against my anus.

"But it's too big. You'll rip me up inside," I protested, shivering with hear, thinking that this would be even worse than being deflowered. But there was no way for my mother to discover that someone had fucked me up the ass and I thought of the pleasure of my first climax, the excitement and delight I had been able to feel as a result of his fingers and probing pistoning tongue.

"Relax," he grunted, shoving down with his weight centered on his hips.

I couldn't even look back, unable to see the progress he was making. His hairy nuts swung back and forth like a fist, flicking against the bottom edge of my cunt, tickling and turning me on. And then, even as I tried to loosen up my restraint, my anal puckers and creases were wrenched violently apart, sticking tightly to the rounded cap that was the head of his meaty dong.

I gasped from the sudden pressure and held my head in my hands, shaking as his dick slid forward, well-lubricated, pushing down and slowly angling its way right inside my butt. My perianal folds kept being pulled apart, stretched more than even before.

It was discomforting, but when I tried relaxing the way Neil had suggested, the pain began to grow minimal. It was being replaced by a feeling of friction and one of pleasure as well, pleasure I began to concentrate upon, not thinking of how he was succeeding, how I could feel his penis sliding down into place.

"That's it," he groaned, holding onto me as he thrust down once again, his strokes smooth and lubricated, his cock stuffing itself deeper and deeper into my bottom.

Turning my head over my shoulder, I strained to see what he had done, barely able to see the way half the length of his penis was now hidden from sight, completely ensheathed within my butt. "You're so fucking hot, and it's tight, It's fucking perfectly tight," he crowed, sweating and shaking with pleasure as I whimpered softly, knowing by then that it was far too late to stop him.

Yet the more I concentrated on relaxing, thinking of coming again, the more of a turn-on being fucked up the ass became. He was almost there and yet the length of his cock only added to my excitement.

In fact, the thickness of his hose was also equally important to my pleasure, for I could feel my rectal walls being stretched just wide enough apart to give me a delicious sense of fullness and intense shivering excitement.

The presence of his cunt exerted pressure along the septum, much more than his tongue or finger had done. It caused my pussy to tighten, the walls to flutter in violent response. I knew it would be fine then and he heaved forward with a maddened and savage cry, leaning flat against my back, the last thick burning inches of his meaty pole now buried and completely hidden inside of my blocked and well-crammed bottom.

"Okay, now rest, rest," he panted, gasping for breath, probably as filled with disbelief that he had made it as I was.

I mean, the whole thing was just too hard to believe. Here I was, with Neil's cock completely buried inside my rump, stuffed to the root. His hairy bush scratched delightfully against my buns and the friction only added to my pleasure.

I was getting there all right, pain all but vanished, replaced by a sense of erotic pleasure

I couldn't even begin to understand or describe with words. Suffice it to say that I was trembling and sweating and groaning with delight and when he eased back half the length of his poker and then plunged forward again, scraping his shaft against my dry tight anal walls, I thought I'd come all over again, in no time at all.

"Now wiggle those fucking tight little buns, baby," he hissed with excitement. "Ride 'em, that's it. Feel the way I'm riding your ass, the way you're ridin' my cock! Shit, it's beautiful, so fucking tight, you're rubbing me raw, sugar."

I began to contract and then loosen my sphincter muscles in time to his strokes, glad I'd evacuated before going out, for if there had been shit up my poop-chute, I really wouldn't have been very delighted with what he had done.

But I must have been clean as a whistle, not feeling any crop inside of me, only cock, raw hot potent cock which began to move at a faster and faster rate. He plunged in and out, holding onto my waist, sliding his hands up higher to grab hold of my swinging boobs.

He plucked each taut hard nipple, making me groan and shudder with incredible ecstasy. I knew I was almost there, about to come all over again. His cock moved hard and fast, his balls whacking against the edge of my pussy, tickling my snatch and making me gush more and more juice, sap which dripped down along the insides of my shuddering thighs.

Neil's breath was hot on the nape of my neck and his fingers rotated over my tits, fondling and cupping them even as he continued to stroke. His pecker slid in and out, sliding along a thin layer of lubricant.

I panted, trembling with pleasure, unable to speak and knowing, right then and there, that I wanted him to do this to me again, never to stop, to keep cornholing me until I would faint. For as the pleasure of being fucked up the ass mounted steadily with each successive stroke of his hard and meaty cock, I grew accustomed to the strange feeling of being blocked rectally and pain was no longer present, a memory I could easily forget.

"That's it, come, baby," he whispered. "Oh shit, you need this real bad, didn't you? How does it feel, having my meat stuck up your poop? Is it big enough for you, Penny? Is it good and hard? Are you almost there, are you hot?"

I couldn't even begin to answer all of his frenzied questions, for at that instant I let loose and started coming, groaning and then screaming out as my cunt burned and trembled and more and more juice gushed down through my hymen, down over my pubes and along the in-sides of my thighs.

My ass muscles were going haywire and a moment later, unable to hold back as well, Neil clung to me and started panting. I could feel him stiffening as suddenly his cock exploded and the first hot sticky wads of his cream gushed into my stuffed and well-filled ass-hole.

"Yes, feel it, feel my load, my cream you little bugger," he grunted, his cock ejaculating one hot wad of gism after another.

I could feel the way my butt was getting mushy and sticky with his semen, but it was like more lubricant, a balm to soothe my raw and ravished anal walls. And when he finally stopped coming and collapsed against me, gasping for breath, I was still shaking, still feeling the after-throes of my tumultuous release.

Well, that's it in a nutshell.

That's how I came to get off on anal sex, though Neil was the shit of all time, let me tell you. I won't go into it now, but he dumped on me royally. Well, after that, I just didn't care. I mean, I had to have somebody and if I didn't try, if I didn't let myself get involved, how could I expect boys to get involved either.

Only it doesn't seem to be working out that way. Now, most of the time it's like one one-night stand after another, letting some kid plow into my ass, only to discover that they think I'm just a piece of shit, a girl they would never want to go out with again, or take to a nice place.

It's your turn now.

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Penny Whalen's particular psychosexual difficulties had an unusual twist to them in that she was addicted to anal-genital sex. But her basic problem went far beyond her seemingly quasi-nymphomaniacal behavior patterns.

Penny was basically lonely and had a poor self-image, unable to think highly of herself. It took nearly six months of intensive therapy to help dissuade her of her inherent lack of worth, for my counseling attempted to restore her flagging ego and thus her self-esteem.

Fortunately for Penny, she was able to respond to this kind of therapy and at this date she sees me less than one session per month. But, what is more, she is beginning to exercise judgment and self-control in terms of sexuality and it is my belief that the youngster is well on her way to a state of normality and emotional and sexual stability.
Oversexed Adolescents ....(84k)    by Dr. John Masters




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