"The funny thing is, Doctor, that I really do love him. He's my husband and that's that. Maybe I'll be married to him for a hundred years, and still I won't know him any better than I do now, but that doesn't matter. It's 'until death do us part' that counts. You know what I mean?
"Jerry's funny about stuff like that. That time I wanted him to tie me up and all? He made me say the vows that time, just for fun. There I was naked as a little baby, and my titties were bouncing all over and he was really getting into it, too, and then all of a sudden, just before he shut the closet door he says, real glum, and all, 'until death do us part'.
"When I came out-when he let me out-I sort of rolled onto the floor in front of him. He pushed my titties with his big toe. I looked up at him and even though the gag was pretty tight, I could see up at him. I looked up into his crotch from down there on the floor and he was getting awfully hot and all-just from rubbing my titties with his foot. I didn't understand it really. I tried to tell him to get me undone, because my wrists were hurting me. They were tied pretty tight behind my back, you know, and it was beginning to hurt a bit. So you can understand why I wanted to get my hands undone.
"But Jerry didn't pay any attention. It might have been on account of his hard-on and all, but I don't know. He just kept rubbing the bottom of his foot up and around on my nipples, you know. The way he would have been using his hand, only it was his foot. I got pretty hot that way, feeling my little cherry nipples getting hot and everything, so I stopped moaning about it after a little while. I could see how hot it was making Jerry, too.
"Then he got down on my stomach? I mean he leaned down and kissed my belly and put his hands on my hips. I would have helped and everything, but I couldn't. Now I know it was my idea to get tied up like that, with my hands behind my back, and around my ankles and all, but sometimes I wish I hadn't done it like that because I couldn't use my hands to play with his penis or his nuts or anything. You know what I mean?
"But that didn't stop Jerry. He just went right ahead and rubbed my body with his hands and his fingers. I mean he took my titties, say, and he squeezed them, you know what I mean? And he pulled on my nipples and he massaged my hips. I would have loved to have helped him and all, you know ho w I mean, to suck him or something? But he wouldn't hear of it. He wanted me tied up and so I couldn't move, too. So that's the way we did it that time.
"Of course, he had to untie my feet in order to get his prick in my cunt. That was a nice part. That part I liked. You know, getting his meat inside me and I couldn't say a word about it. I was still gagged and all, and my hands were still tied behind my back. And Jerry just stuck his fingers down there and peeled me wide open. Then he popped the head of that mushroom meat of his all the way down the channel. He got it all the way down in, too, just as if I was on my back and I wasn't tied up. It was really something else. I especially liked it when he played around with my little back hole while he was screwing in the front at the same time. That was double nice, you know what I mean? I mean, that was really good!
"After that, though, things got a little nasty. I don't know what started it. I was just laying there, and my hands were still tied behind my back, but now we'd fucked, right? I mean there was jism juice leaking out of my twat lips and all. So all of a sudden, Jerry takes the gag out of my mouth. I'm breathing really hard, just trying to catch my breath, you know? And he says for me to hush-up, not to say nothin' at all or he'd belt me one.
"Doctor, I was afraid. I never saw Jerry like that before. Something come over him. He was mean and nasty lookin'. Then all of a sadden it happened. Before I could say sompin' he had his fist up in the air. Boom! He smacked me on the face. I nearly rolled over, did a kind of summersault jes' from gettin' it in the face like that.
"He had no cause. Know what I mean? Jerry had no cause whatsoever to go and hit me like that. I very nearly cried when he did that, but I thought it would make him plumb madder, so I stifled myself. I lay there with my titties all red, and my face smacked and stingin', and I was a wonderin' what was gonna happen next.
"Nothin' happened. He jes' took off the wrist ropes and let me go. I asked him why he done that, why he hit me, but he never did say. I jes' let it go, down to his way of being mean one time, but I decided, also, that if he ever did that again, I would take it out on him some other way.
"And that's what happened, alright He did it again, and I took it out on him. I told him one night that I wouldn't mind if he tied me up and all, and he said he would do that. He tied me up alright, and then he beat me black and blue. After which he fucked me in the twat. He had a specially big boner that night, so I figure he got me inside and out, punched me everywhere possible. And he did! He punched me in the butt tube, too. I mean he didn't just stop with a quickie up here-no siree, he went on ahead and planked my asshole too. It wasn't a very pretty sight I mean it was fun and all, but it wasn't very pretty at all.
"Afterwards' I promised myself that the next morning I'd get myself all dolled up and go out and get some real lovin' jes' for me. Not for Jerry, understand. Jes' for ol' Cindy. I decided that I would get myself a real-life prick hog to fuck my pussy silly, one that was gonna make me cum, not just whip me. That's what I kept say in' that night while I was goin' to sleep. I knew he'd be a handsome feller, too. And then I fell asleep.
"Sure enough, just like I promised myself, the next morning, after Jerry left for work, I showered and then I got myself dressed in front of the mirror. Now you know I had to get all dolled up to make things right I had to cover up some of his marks he made on my body, with make-up and stuff. I looked at my titties, though, and they were nice and smooth. My nipples-they were hot and up there and all. It was nice. My nipples were so, well, zesty is the only word for them. They were sticking right out, just because I was looking in the mirror and thinking about having it with another man. I wondered what Jerry would think if he knew.
"Anyhow, I got myself the rest of the way dressed. I put on a short skirt and tried it out I sat down on the edge of the bed to see how high it would come up on my legs, you know, to see if I was showing off just the right amount of my material. Anyhow, it worked perfectly. The skirt came up around my hips, sort of, and let whoever was interested look at my thigh. That's what I wanted. I think I have nice enough legs to do something like that You know what I mean?
"As for my breasts, well, I put on a blouse what I could unbutton part way down once I got into town. I didn't bother with a bra, and I didn't wear any underwear, either. I wanted to be sure and get what I was going for, and I didn't want to have to waste a lot of time fooling around with undergarments and stuff like that. I felt like a little girl again, all free and naked all over under just my skirt and just my blouse. Of course, I had on a pair of high heels-makes my legs look sharp and all-and I had my hair combed down really soft and silky and all. (I wonder sometimes why men go for blondes before other girls, but I sure am glad that it's that way. You know what I mean?)
"Anyhow, I took a bus downtown. Things were going great already. The bus driver took one look at my legs as I climbed up those high stairs and he said something about how I should take the bus more often. And then in the back of the bus a couple of young guys, you know, probably twelve or so, they started giggling and trying to keep from staring at my legs. It was super. Just think: me, Cindy-I was only a couple of years older than those guys, and they thought I was a really slick swinger. It was terrific.
"I got off the bus near the docks. I knew the kind of guy I wanted, and I knew where to find him. I grew up in that town, and I'd heard people talking various times about how it was a shame they couldn't clean up the docks, and you know what that means. When they say it's a shame that means there's something very nice down there that you got to be good to be gettin' some of it
"Well, it was a shitty day. I mean it was really grey and all, but it didn't look like rain or nothin'. It was cold alright, and I went a clickin' along riding my legs down that wharf, jes' lookin' straight on, jes' trying to be cool and all. Ya know what I mean? Well, along he comes.
"Oh, there was no mistakin' him. The minute I lay eyes on him I knew he was the one fer me. He was with another guy, some other fellow, but he told that dude to go ahead, and he comes up and takes me up by the arm and makes like he bumped into me or somepin', but I didn't mind a bit. I always says that anyone a body gets to knowin' another body is fine with me, jes' so long as it's always nice and all.
"So he takes me up by the arm and says that he has somepin' he wants to be showin' me. Well, you knows what I think about that. I want to be seein' whatever it is he'll be showin' off.
"He was a big fellow, you know, with big arms and lots of curly dark hair. I like that in a man. Jerry's the same way, big and curly and all, I mean. Maybe that's why I went for Lee the way I did, because he looked like Jerry. But I think it was because I just looked at his crotch and saw what I needed there.
"Don't ask me how I knew. It just seemed obvious to me. You know what I mean? Anyhow, I followed Lee up the dock, to a place he knew, he told me, I would like. We went to his apartment, it turned out, and he had a spectacular view out over the city and the water and the ships. I told him I liked the view while he fixed us a couple of drinks, and I also told him I was married to a man who had been giving me a hard time.
"Once I had a drink or two down my throat, I loosened up right away. I went over and sat next to him in front of his big picture window. I used my hand to slide up and down between his legs, and it didn't take long at all for me to give up drinking all together, and give him a big wet kiss on the mouth. That was nice for both of us. He really liked it I could tell by the way he used his tongue back on me. He came back really hard, pressing his face into mine, eating my mouth really good. I like that, you know, when a man eats out my face even before he touches my chest or something. You know what I mean?
"Well, he did start in on my chest next, though, and I liked that even better. He had such big hands, Lee did. Such strong fingers. He knew how to wrap my little nipples with those fingers of his, and he knew how to make my chest feel bigger even than it really is. I felt so good to have his fingers squeezing my titties. I just loved it. It's a good thing I have the kind of breasts that like a lot of stimulation and the kind that get excited, because Lee really liked to rub his fingers and his hands against my body that way. It was super.
"When he got me huffing and puffing that way, he started in on my legs. God, did he ever start in on my legs!?! The way he went rolling on down there, right between them and all-it was super! Terrific! I didn't know what was happening. I just spread my legs out and let him go to work on me. Did he ever go to work on me? Oh, boy, was it nice!
"He rubbed by twat lips open and put his tongue in there, all the way in, and then he licked my little clitoris. I was twitching all over the place by then, enjoying every minute of it, like you know I would. I spread my legs out wide, and I even used my own fingers to hold my pussy lips open so that he could get more of his tongue in there and working. I love that, you know, when a man slides his tongue up and down on my clitoris-well, there's not much else in the world that makes me feel that way, you know. Except maybe a good hot boner, one that gets in there and fucks the hell out of my hole. But how often that happens, I don't have to tell you....
"Anyhow, Lee was good. He knew how to suck off my clit, and how to rub my titties at the same time. He even knew exactly what to do with my asshole. I was amazed. He went sliding his finger right on up into my little sphincter tube as though it was made for it. He just popped his digit right in there and whamo! Presto! Bingo! I was in heaven.
"Now, Jerry, he gives me a good punch in the butt every now and then, but not like that. He always starts out with a little fingering, and then a fucking, and then that's it. Basta. No more. Fini. But this guy Lee: wow! He really knew how to make it hot. First he rubbed it. Up and down and in circles. Then he pushed it up and down, too. You know, sort of stabbing it with his fingers. I loved that. Finally, he took some juice from my pussy, some of that oily wet lubricant like stuff, and he went and ran his fingers up and down my asshole crack.
"God damn! That was good! His fingers were sliding up and down, just above where my little hole was, and he was making sure that the hole, too, got plenty of exciting rubbing. He just knew exactly how to do everything, how to ply it open, how to get his finger all the way up there, all the way up to my bowels, and what to do when he was in like that. It was super having an experienced sailor fuck me that way. And all the time he was using his finger in my asshole he was also using his tongue to lick my clitoris. What could have been nicer? Eh? I can't think of a better way to break out. Not really.
"But Lee did. He decided that I had better get a feel of his cock muscle. So he undressed all together, now, and me, too. We were both completely nude. Boy, oh boy, was it super or was it super!
"I got to see that big hot muscle of his. It wasn't really red or pink, but it wasn't brown, either. Gosh, I liked the looks of that big hog of his. I don't know why, but the first thing I did when I saw it was to start gobbling for it. I got my face down between Lee's hairy legs. Boy, is he strong! And I got that big dick muscle of his between my lips. The rest was easy-pure sucking and wetting with my tongue. I just went hog wild, no pun intended, sucking and licking off his meaty prick muscle. It was super good.
"At one point I felt his hands around the back of my neck. He had a good hold on my nape and he was pushing me back and forth on his dick. It was good, but he was really banging away pretty damn hard. I didn't know if I would be able to take it or not, but I kept licking and sucking, kept my mouth shaped the right way so that his joint could go in and out of me. And it did, too, really fast. I liked that, liked sucking him off. It was something different, something that Jerry didn't get me to do very often.
"After that I asked Lee if he wanted to roll over and let me suck on his butt for a little bit He said no, but that would like that some other time. I didn't tell him that I would only be seeing him this one time, that that was all I wanted was a quick little suck and eat and all. So when he rolled up on top of me, I just spread my legs out wide and let him go hard, really hard, because I knew that he would be pissed really if he knew about my only going to do it one time and all. So I sort of had him punish me a little because he wouldn't get the chance later. His meat just kept flying in and out of my pussy hole, like there was no tomorrow. I loved that. At one point I had him lift up so that I could see his cock going in and out of my vagina. That was nice, too. It was rubbing against my clitoris and I could watch it get in there and then pull out, and up and down, and back and forth like that. Gee, it was terrific fucking with Lee.
"Afterwards, he wanted to give me money. I explained to him that I didn't do it for money, that I did it or fun, but he kept pushing this twenty dollar bill at me. I didn't know what to do or what to say. It was just so tempting. I told him all about how Jerry used to beat me up, and how he still did it, but that it wasn't working out right anymore the way it used to, and about how I just wanted to get some good sex, and that taking money for it wouldn't be right because it was as much a fuck for my twat as it was for him and his dick. He smiled and kissed my titties again. Then he put the money in my purse-I wasn't looking-but that's when he did it because there wasn't any other time, and when I got home I found it there inside my bag and all, and I felt really shitty because I never took money from a man, not for nothin', not even for cigarettes or a magazine or anything. I nearly started crying because I knew it was a question of honor and everything. Then I heard the car pull up outside and it was Jerry. I went and got into the closet, the way he liked to find me in the afternoon and I got all my clothes off. It was just the way he wanted it.
"He came pounding up the stairs and into the living room and he comes in and pretends it's something new, like a surprise or somepin', and he undoes the door and there I am, all naked and blushing, and Jerry didn't know it, but I was still gushing too, from that fuck with Lee. He sort of smiles when he sees how pink and red my titties are, but that's all he said. Then I told him that I had to go to the bathroom or somepin', but I got the hell out of there, because Jerry, he looked awfully mean and ornery that afternoon. I don't know why. He jes' did.
"In the bathroom I got my twat inspected. I looked at it in the mirror, a little one I usually use for my face. I could see how juicy and all it was. I thought maybe there was one more little fuck up there between my little slippery leaves. So I started stroking myself, making my clitoris all hot and everything, and pretty soon I had a good line of gush cuming out of there. Of course, I kept that mirror between my legs so I could be looking at how nice my fingerin' of my clit was going. It's quite somepin' to see yer own fingerin', you know. To see it rubbin' and all. It's quite somepin', alright, and I never will forget how nice it was to get my little twat-pecker up hard and then pinch it and all. No man nowhere never done that for me. You know what I mean? No one never pinched it quite like that. It was wet and slippery and somehow I knew just how to rub it and crease it and all to make it get really nice and juicy, and ready for some hot fucking.
"So I got myself all hot and juicy like that and I went out into the living room and I went up naked and all-Jerry, he thought I was in there gettin' a robe or somepin' and I pushed my titties up against him like I seen in one of them neato movies that I ain't supposed to be goin' into 'cause I'm too young, but I did it that way no how, and boy oh boy! Jerry, he nearly jumped right on out of the roof our house. It was something to be beholdin' of. He turned around and scolded me, like I had done somepin' terrible or somepin'. I didn't know what to do. All's I was trying to do was to get some more good lovin', and you'd a thought that I was trying to get his cock and cut it off or somepin'.
"So I reached down and took his penis in my fingers. That was o.k., I guess, after the initial shock, and I sat down on the carpet and rubbed the tip of his meaty dickie in my face. I was sure happy to be home with a prick that I knew the ways of. I just rubbed that thing of his up and down on my lips and thanked God that I had a pecker to deal with that I knew how to. I rubbed it up and down in my mouth and then I used my tongue to suck it up nice. I rubbed and ate him like he was my first suck-off, like I never gave blow-job before, but like I really did love it and wanted to learn. Jerry, he loved that, he really went for it, and believe you me, Doctor, we had one hell of a good time that day. It didn't take long at all for Jerry's meat to get up there all high and everything, all red and pink and stiff. That mushroom head of his slipped in and out of my face before I could say lickety-split and terrific! It was super suck time. Believe you me. It really was.
"After that, Jerry gets up and says that he wants to change positions or something. I helped him do that and he ended up on his back with that big pecker of his sticking all the way up in the air. I just wanted to sit right down on it. So that's what I did.
"I spread my legs right out and Jerry told me how nice and pretty they were, and he grabbed my loins, right here, with both hands, and he pulled me down onto his hog. Oh, God! What a feel! I just rubbed his meaty pecker all the way up inside me until there weren't no room for nothin' else except that big ol' mushroom head joint of his, rubbing and sucking and squeaking around in a big flesh circle, inside my pussy, up near my belly, making me high like a kite.
"It really was like a kite, too. It was like flying high, and then taking a nose dive, and then going up easy, taking a swell from the wind or a tug from below that made me go sharp. I don't know what it was. Maybe the string was his prick, the way it pulled and pushed me up and down, and maybe my tail was his finger-he had his finger up my asshole, and sometimes he pushed and pulled it around in a circle, made me get higher, and then-he'd give me more of that string, more of that cock muscle of his, and zoom! I'd go flying higher, so far up in the sky that I couldn't touch ground. It was great. I don't know if I was fucking or out gliding through the skies. It was one of the best fucks Jerry and I ever did have. I'm sure of it.
"If we could fuck like that all the time, we'd never have no problems at all, Doctor. If anybody, or everybody could fuck like that, there never would be no wars. You know what I mean? If everybody was happy to be out fucking, then it wouldn't make any difference about nothin' else. Maybe I'm just crazy, but I think that's so, you know. I really do think that's so.
"When Jerry finished with me that time, fer instance, I jes' lay on back and thought about those times I used to go sailin' on the River, and about how it was really soft and all. Why, I even remembered the first time I ever did fuck a boy, on that there river, makin' it in that muddy wash, not knowin' nothin' 'tall 'bout sex, just takin' my plain dumb luck chances on a hog in a river bed. Jesus, was I stupid. But I was lucky, too. Me and my fourteen years, or whatever it was-we were mighty damn fuckin' lucky.
"His name was Ernie, the boy what did it wiff me dat day, and he was a really knowledgeable boy, you know? He knew what to do and how and all, and he knew how to get me pretty hot, too. I liked the way he rubbed between my legs. Of course, we started up on the bank, in a marsh? And we was jes' kissin' and one thing got goin' into another, and well, you know how that can be. I don't think I really saw nothin' the matter wiff that. Maybe I'yah never did really see noffin wrong wiff it in the first place. But maybe I do now. I mean they shore do want me to these days. Everyone at the hospital wants me to say that I see somepin' wrong wiff it, but I don't, really, Doctor. I really don't see noffin wrong wiff noffin a'tall. You know what I mean? Do you? Really?
"There was a time when I gushed just from looking at a boy. Maybe I'm different now. But even if my pussy did get all wet and everything, well, that's my business, isn't it? I mean let's say I go lay down in bed tonight and there's something on my mind or something, and I start to rubbing my pussy and getting my clit goin' and all that kind of thing. I mean let's say I go all the way and I put my finger in my asshole and my finger in my twat and I really rub it on up there, and I get off and I'm happy after that and I can get a good night's sleep cause of that. Are you gonna tell me that there's something wrong with that?
"And let's say that instead of my usin' a finger or a pencil or something, I go out and I find a man, and that man's got some horns just like me, and big one's too, and he sucks my titties and he makes my legs all hot and everything-you gonna tell me that's all wrong? No way! I jes't won't be willin' to take that into my head and keep it there. You know what I mean?
"This all reminds me of the time my friend Mary Lou came to me and tells me about this boy who fucked her up the asshole. I mean she had a red hole and all. It was really bad, but Mary Lou was smiling and laughing and all, the whole time she was tellin' me about it. You know what I mean? So I asked her, well, Mary Lou, I says, if that was such a terrifying thing that happened to you, what's so funny? I mean what are you laughing about? She just sort of snickered or somepin', and then she tells me that this here rapist who done up her anus was better than her husband Jack. So I ask you-this girl gets more thrills from some felon than she did from her husband, and now your nurses are tellin' me to behave myself and not to make a ruckus and to just go to sleep with no sex and no nothin'. It's very confusing, Doctor. I jes' don't know what to make of it.
"I remember in high school when I had a teacher who wanted to fuck with me. I didn't mind much. I went home with him and he showed me his prick. It was a big one, alright. But I showed him my cunt. He looked at it and said that it was pretty big itself, too. I smiled and we fucked after that. He really got to wailing at one point, and jes' slipped out of his face something like: 'You bitch', not that he meant me, but he jes' meant girls all together, that the whole human race of womens were bitches. You know what I mean? I was awful damn scared about that. I thought about pulling away, getting my pussy off that greasy rod of his because I thought maybe he was dangerous or somepin'. But we kept at it, kept rolling our hips together, and I kept kissing him, jes' because I was scared 'cause he called me and all the other girls around bitches. I don't know what made me afraid like that, maybe his face or the word or somepin'. But it was really somepin' to see a English teacher carryin' on that way, especially with his cock up my twat at the time.
"You know the best time I ever had fucking was when Jerry went out of town on some sort of deal, just after we got hitched. He went to see some insurance salesman or somepin' in the next county over. And that left me and the mailman, jes' the way I liked it, all alone. I got that boy with the pouch to come on into the house and got him to take off that leather sack so fast you never seen lightnin'. I showed him my titties and I spread my legs and pulled the blinds-all three at once. It was somepin'. He nearly carted me acrost the room when he got to feelin' my titties. He rubbed them and sucked them with that tongue of his, like as not he never did have a better set for rubbin' on. I seen his wife, jes' last week, and she ain't got but a pair of buttons where there ought to be somepin', I mean, any thin'. No wonder ol' Arnie took to lickin' me like chicken feed. He ain't never had no real breast meat, maybe.
"After that he started to scrubbin' his finger in and out of my pussy. That I liked a lot. He did know how to do that. I mean he really did. He got his finger working up and down next to my clit meat and it was all over for me. You know if I let a man go that far, any man, even a paid killer, then he's got me. I mean he's really got me if I let him go to scrubbin' on my clit. That's when it's all over.
"And Arnie, he knew jes' how to get it goin' hot and easy. He got his fingers up that slit and rubbed. It was my best little feel I ever did get, and I was happy-Oh, was I happy!-when he pulled that meat of his out and rubbed it against my chest. That was about the best ever. I just pushed my titties on either side of his joint and enjoyed the little feelies I was getting from that hot dog of his. It was one hell of a giant pecker, that he had there and I do mean big. He just kept it rubbing and sliding all over my body, and I sure did enjoy it. It was righteous as all get out.
"Then he went down between my legs. Sure enough, he took a finger of his and Arnie, he pressed it against my sphincter hole, right on in. I could tell he never done that before, sort by the way he did it or somepin', but he never did it before, so I gave him a hand. I reached back there and took 'im by the wrist and started rubbing my buns on his hand and up and down on that finger of his.
"Well, let me tell you ... There never was a man with a happier look on his face when I started gettin' that finger of his goin' in my bunghole. He added to it, though, and he made sure, Arnie did, that I got mine. He put his pecker into my hole. I reached down there with my one free hand, and I took the head of that joint of his, and I pushed it down in, all the way down into me, and then I waited for him to start up the ol' jackhammer fuck stick action. It didn't take long till the two of us were rocking and a rolling on each other, rolling all over the place, making our fuck like it had never been made before. You'd a thought we were both a couple of virgins the way were gigglin' and havin' a grand ol' time.
"I guess there is somepin' to be said in favor of foolin' around. I mean look at Arnie and me. That was a nice fuck we had together. There's no denyin' that, eh, Doctor? And what about Lee and I? I mean we did o.k., for a couple of strangers. And if s not like there weren't other guys.-I mean just the other day, right here in the hospital, I looked out my window and I saw one of the handsomest fellows I ever did see, strolling on by, and I could jes' tell by lookin' in his direction, that he had one of those big crotch muscles, one of those big stiff fuck sticks that say to a girl: 'open up, baby, I'm comin' on down that pie river, so get it ready, and get it hot,' and I could feel my twat hole begin to bubblin', gettin' all steamy and all ready to erupt, like some kind of flesh volcano, or somepin', and I do tell, Doctor, I do tell, it weren't no lava comin' out of me when I saw that feller with the big meat ... no siree ... it weren't no lava that gush was, and my pie is here to tell you about it. "It was like this, see...."
CASE NUMBER TWO
Doctor Alvin
Patient: Carla G., seventeen years old
"I don't know why I did it. God only knows that Ed has been terrific to me. But I did it, and I'd do it again, too. That's what counts.
"He was handsome. I'm sure that has something to do with it. He was literate, too. He liked my books, the books I sell there, and maybe I sensed that he liked the shape of my hips. I'd only been married for a year, and it was nice to still have men look at my body and decide that they liked it. I could feel him looking at me, inspecting me, rubbing me with his eyes, taking me in with his glare. I didn't like it. It made me uncomfortable. But I knew it was something I would have to go through with if I was going to get my hands on his joint.
"Finally, he came over and spoke to me. I had to stand up-I was stooped over arranging the lower shelf of books in the Western section-and as I came up I felt him blushing. I looked and realized, discovered, that my blouse was open by an extra button. In the position I'd been leaning only a child wouldn't have noticed my big titties. And Jake was far from being a child. He was more like a man than most. I looked at his crotch on the way up, blushing as I stood. The tell-tale lump was there, a protuberance the size of a teenager's fist, ready and willing to turn into action. I was sure of it already.
"I asked him if he wanted any books or some help or something. He asked me out. I stammered out a no, a yes, and then he took me by the arm and said we'd have some fun. I had to go with him. I just had to. He was looking at me with his clear blue eyes and it wasn't a question. It was a command. Come with me, he was saying to my heart. Come with me and have some fun just for tonight. I couldn't say no, then, and I just nodded, nodded and blushed and shook my head up and down, yes, I would go with him, and I knew right then that I would do anything he wanted, anything and everything, and that I couldn't possibly resist his every wish, whatever it was. He was that kind of a man.
"There have been other men, men who I didn't really want, men who I didn't care about, men who were really boys, and there were boys who gave me more with one finger than some of the men did with all six or eight inches of their joints, but no one ever got me to do the things that Jake did. I don't know what it was about him, but every pore on his body, every muscle in his physique said to me that I would obey him, regardless of what he wanted.
"So that night, when he came by the bookstore, and I'd made my fibs already to Ed, I was nearly shaking. I had put on a fresh coating of make-up, and I was worried that Jake could see right through it. I double checked my nose and eyes in the compact I always carry. The mascara had not run as I thought it would, and my face was not bumping up and down, shaking with every heart beat. I looked, in fact, surprisingly cool. I was quite happy about that as I opened the door to him.
"He took me by the arm. I could smell some fresh cologne, something musky and fresh at the same time. Some of the aroma was from a bottle, but some of it was from him, manly, real, life-like. I liked the way he held me, guided me out the door, chatted softly in my ear, telling me that we would be going to his place for dinner. I could feel his breath coating my ear in a soft cloud of whisper. I liked the way he felt in control of me, the way he held me by the arm.
"I locked up the door and he escorted me to his car. It was a low-slung sports car, but I found out, once inside, that he had an automatic shift on it. It freed his hand, lucky for me, to play between my legs, even on this first night out as we made our way back to his house. I spread my legs for the occasion, took his hand in my own, and led him down close to my silky underwear. I wished that I had taken them off for him before he picked me up. It would have made the drive to his place that much more exciting. As it was, however, the drive was quite sensuous. He knew, without my showing him, how to rub my snatch, what to do with his fingers to make everything just right, slippery, hot-sexy. He knew how to rub his fingers against my panties, and how to get my clit hard without even touching it directly. I liked that, liked the fact that he knew how to do things. It made chills grow in my loins, in my thighs, and I could feel the goose flesh spreading, taking over my legs. I didn't even have to look down to know that my skirt was pulled up over my hips.
"I took a chance, finally, and pulled my panties down. We had to stop playing with each other for the moment it took for me to get the silky underwear down, but it was worth the wait. I got those panties down and off faster than I ever did get them off before. It only took a second. The aroma of my oozing twat slit took over the car. It filled up the place with a cloud of musk. Jake snorted it in and looked at me with a big lecherous smile. He was happy to see that I was sufficiently turned on, happy to smell it, and finally, happy to rub his fingers in it.
"I took his hand and pressed it back into place, this time directly against my silky wet fur. He took a casual feel of the velvety lining, and then he landed a long middle digit all the way up the canal. It nearly sent me climbing out of the car, and all the time we were doing this, you have to remember, we were also driving down the main boulevards of the city. Jesus, it was exciting.
"When he got his finger all the way up my crotch hole, I spread my legs a bit more and laid out against the back of the seat. I reached over between his legs and started stroking what was already a full erection. I used just two fingers. I didn't think it would be polite to start pulling and tugging and roping it in the way I secretly wanted to-until we got back to his apartment. But even my little casual stroking seemed to be doing a plenty exciting job, because Jake, he started huffing and puffing a bit-nothing like a hurricane or anything, but enough to let me know he was getting hot.
"Meanwhile, he kept his fingers going between my legs. Now, because my pussy was all bare and everything, he was able to get a good long feel of my twat lips. They were wet and slippery, and it was pure heaven to have him stroke me like that. Wouldn't you know it? He came right up with my clit. He knew exactly where it was, exactly what to do with it so that I would get hotter and wetter than ever. Gee, he knew his business!
"Pretty soon we got to his house. I had to let him take his hand out of my wet pussy hole, and I had to let go of his meaty joint. It was too bad, because it meant that we wouldn't be quite so hot upstairs. But we did have to keep public appearances in mind. After all, we were both married, but to two different people.
"On the way up the staircase he explained that his wife was out of town, that his real interest in me had begun a long time ago, but that he'd waited until the timing was right. I smiled and wondered when we would be able to get it on again, after his wife came back. Would we have to wait so God awful long again? I didn't want to wait, and I didn't want her to come back. I knew I would leave Ed for something like Jake, for a boner like his, but I wondered if he would leave me.
"Anyhow, we got into the apartment. I went down on him almost immediately. It had been a long time coming. I just shuffled to my knees and even though it wasn't lady-like, I unstrapped his belt, pulled the zipper down and undid the snaps. I was pretty surprised to find out that he wasn't wearing any kind of underwear, just barebacked and ready to roll.
"That big hog head of his was probably the first thing I saw. Boy was it big and fat. I just wrapped my fingers around it and pushed it to my lips. Jake was grateful, he told me on several occasions, that I knew how to use my tongue. He told me there were a lot of young women, especially teenagers, who didn't know the first thing about giving head. He was happy that I knew how to suck him off.
"That was thanks to Ed. Now Ed really liked to have me eat his penis, so, naturally, I had paid special attention in all the movies and while reading all the books as to the best way to do it. It was really nothing to apply the same technique to Jake. I just took that hog shaft in my fingers, rolled it up and down a couple of times, and enjoyed watching the head of that meaty thing get bigger and hotter. And that was what it did alright. It got bigger and hotter and fatter and everything. I licked it up and down, made sure the whole thing was wet and greasy.
"Then I went for his nuts, just for a couple of kisses to that scrotum. Maybe it's perverse, but I like a bag of big balls. I like to hold them in my fingers and roll them around and all. It gives me a good thrill, a damn good little thrill. I can feel the chills going up and down my neck when I start to rubbing a good sack of nuts. It's like an instinct or something. I just get all hot and need to keep going. I like that.
"Anyhow, after I got him sucked up pretty good, I had him turn around. I don't usually like to ream. But hell, I was maybe gonna be with this guy only one time. I wanted to be with him more often, but how did I know? So I remembered that guys like to get reamed and I went to it. I licked out his asshole. I don't see anything unnatural about that. I like doing that. I especially like it when a guy does that to me. When he gets his tongue up there, up inside my little anus hole. It's something else, you know, something altogether fucking different. I don't know why it works that way, but it does. You know what I mean? It's just a titillating thrill of the God damn first order. The feel of the tip of that wet worm making its way in there, getting me going-it just drives me crazy to think about it. Nothing else does that, at least not that way.
"Anyhow ... I licked him out and made him very hard, harder, he told me, than he'd ever been before. Now I don't know how you measure something like that, but he did look pretty fucking hot That muscle of his was sticking out to here. There was no denying that. It was thick and hot and big. I liked to look at it that way, and I rubbed my face, the sides of my face, up against it just to get a little feel of it, just to let myself know what was going on with that spongy head, kind of like an indicator. I wanted to feel how hot the tip was, how thick the shaft might have been, and he didn't seem to mind my doing something like that, and, in fact, I think he secretly really enjoyed my doing that, my rubbing his penis alongside my face and feeling it up like that. I gave us both something nice to think about. What more could you ask for, anyhow? I ask you: what more could you ask for?
It didn't take us long to get all naked and everything. He told me he liked my blonde hair, and I told him I liked his dark hair. He took me upstairs to this bedroom of his. If s really nice. Mirrors on the ceiling, plenty of bed space, and lots of water bed. You know what I mean? Wall to wall water bed, wall to wall mirror. And what wasn't mirror was soft amber light, or blue. It was lovely, and as soon as we got onto the sheets he flicked this remote control button which left only the blue and the red lights on and everything was glowing. God, it made me hot to be there with him. It was so sensuous.
"He put one hand between my thighs and he told me that I had nice soft twat lips. I took his finger and made him stroke my clitoris. I liked holding onto his finger, running it up and down between my pussy gates, getting it rubbing on my clitoris and then poking myself every now and then with it. It made me pretty damn fucking hot to do that, pretty damn fucking horny, and there was gonna be no stopping me that night You know what I mean? No stopping me at all!
"I took his other hand-once I had him going down between my loins-and spread his fingers around my big titty, my left titty. He took to stroking it just the way it needed to be done. I don't have to tell you that he knew exactly what he was doing with that hand and with that breast. He just kind of politely leaned over and sucked the nipple up into his mouth. And when he was done giving that one a set of chills I'll never forget he plopped it down where it was and started up with the other one, giving that right titty the same kind of thrill. Not long after that I kind of passed out, just went into a sexual stupor or something. I don't know what it was.
"But when I came to, I was all over him. I had my face between his legs at one time, and I was sucking on his joint. Another time I was kissing his lips, giving him my tongue, and then another time he was eating my titties again, and sucking my clitoris and rubbing his face between my thighs. I kept flashing awake and asleep and not knowing what the hell I was doing. I kept clinging to him, calling his name, Jake, saying it over and over again, until finally I felt something shooting up inside me, and I was on top of him with his cock joint flying at full mast up inside my tubes. Jesus, that was really something else! I mean it. Really something else!
"Once I was on him I was only awake. No more sleeping on the job. No more flashing. It was all right there. He had my titties in his hands and he was pulling and teasing the nipples. He was rubbing my big breasts and working the mounds like I was gonna die if he stopped. I was gonna die either way, was the way I saw it
"And I had his meaty dick up my hole at the same time. That was the nicest part. That was the best part. Having his penis up inside my vagina. Some of the time I went sliding up and down on it and other times I went from side to side, but all the time I made sure of one thing: that his cock muscle be pressing against my clitoris on every thrust on every stroke. That way, I knew, I would get hot and be able to squeeze him off without ever trying.
"Pretty soon my little clitoris was not so little. That pussy-penis of mine was up and fighting, rubbing and sliding and getting so fucking greasy against his muscular prick that I thought I was going to cum right then. I just let him keep going, though, and I enjoyed it a lot. You have no idea what it's like to get such a hot boner floating between your legs, making you come and making you get hot and gushy and all. It's just heaven. That's what it was. It was heaven, for Jake, for me. I loved it.
"After that first fuck, that first sort of get acquainted screw, I was still pretty horny. I mean, it was the kind of a feeling that made me feel sort of like everything was getting hotter, but that I wasn't quite there. You know what I mean? Like I was almost there, almost about to pop off, about to squeeze, but that I needed a little more of a push in the alley, both alleys, for that matter, and I tried to tell Jake that He sort of smiled and all, said I was getting old or something, and then he finally let me lay down on my belly. The whole idea was for me to get him on my back, on my back with his prick sliding between my buns. Now that's what I call heaven. I mean really.-
"So it happened. He put me down on my belly and he climbed between my ass cheeks and he floated that joint of his right down into the anal slot, into the canal. I loved it. He got it all right in there, and he rubbed around and made sure that the thing of his genitals got me going pretty fast, pretty hot and all. It was working, alright. He even wrapped his hands around my pelvis, around my hips. From there his fingers went crawling, sliding, really, and he landed up inside my slit. He pushed the lips apart with two fingers, and a third digit went jamming up inside my canal. Oh, God, did I love that feel of his finger taking on my clit while his cock muscle rubbed between my ass cheeks. What more could a girl ask for?
"Well, maybe, I should correct that. There are some things that I like that not all girls like. So I should have said: what more could this girl ask for, eh?
"Anyhow, it was a hell of a lot of fun to feel that boner of his rubbing between my buttocks. It was kind of like having a flesh pole of my own, only it was between my buns. He went greasing it up every now and again, too, putting it down between the backs of my thighs and rubbing it up against the hairy wet fur there, and after that he came up from between my legs, which were soft and easy by now, and he put it back down the little asshole runway and then he took off. I mean he went flying! All the way! He stuffed the head of that hognose down deep inside my bunghole. He smashed right on past the sphincter circle, that little rubber band piece, and he kind of whispered to me, up top, kind of warned me that he was going to move pretty fast. He did with my asshole what rockets try to do with the moon. He shot right on in, down into my bowels, like there was no tomorrow, like there was gonna be nothing left of me if he didn't get it all right now. I didn't know what to make of that feeling. Ed never fucked me that way. He never felt that desperate about it.
"But Jake, he was zinging me, like the way a wasp stings an apple or something, only he had his stinger up inside my cheese, and there wasn't any way for me to get him off. He had his hands still around my pelvis and one of them up to my chest. That's where he was with one hand, at my titty, and he was feeling me up, pulling on my nipples and rubbing on the titty skin and getting himself a really grand old feel, but I wasn't felling so good all of a sudden.
"I don't know what hit me, but my asshole, with that prick forced all the way up inside, was beginning to ache. You know what I mean? It really was beginning to feel sorry. I didn't know what to say or do. Of course, Jake's finger, now that felt considerably better. That felt a little more like the real McCoy. It was running up and down against my little clit-cock, and every shot of that finger of his made me feel better than ever, but every time he rocked his butt at just a little bit of the wrong angle, my asshole ached like it was being filled up with a hand grenade. Finally, I told him he better shoot off and call it a night, but he didn't pay me any mind. It was like as if he was in some other world, some other place, not up my anus but floating through the milky way or something. It was just amazing. I could tell from the way he was breathing and from the way he felt pushing and sliding up against my back and from the way he was rubbing my vagina-he just wasn't there. He was in some other land. Then I felt him blast off inside my backdoor alley there, and I could feel him settling down, coming back down to where we earthlings were all day long.
"After that I never trusted Jake to shove it up my asshole. I let him do it, but I didn't let him do it unless I had some sort of collateral, like a hand on his nuts or some such thing. You know, some sort of stopping power.
"One time I went back to his place and I fucked him that way, up the asshole, first, and then he wanted to do it in my cunt. But I told him he had to wash first. He made me wash him. I didn't mind so much since Jake has a perfectly large cock. I rubbed him down with a wash cloth and soap and water, and then again, and I made sure that every inch of that flesh needled was as clean as possible. I didn't want to take any chances.
"He had me stretch out in his water bed, but first I insisted on giving him a little header. It was the least I could do since he had been so nice to me, fucking me right so many times before. I washed his penis with my tongue, splayed my meaty mouth muscle all over the tip of his rod, and five minutes later he was not only lubricated, but scintillated, titillated, exhilarated-you name it! It was fun.
"Then I spread out. I spread my legs so wide he thought I was going to tear my twat apart. I held my titties in my hands, but then I gave that up and reached back and held onto the bedposts, the nice phallic wooden things. I filled my hands with them. Finally, I opened my twat, just sort of yawned at him with my flesh cavity, gave him a look in, and then I used one hand from the bedpost to hold my pussy open for him. I just sort of stroked my cunt up and down with my finger, rubbing it up and down, working on the clitoris at the same time.
"Jake leaned down close and looked into that hole. He couldn't get over the way I knew how to work it so that it would make him excited. Did I tell you we were both naked? We were. It was heaven.
"He leaned down in there and watched my finger sliding up and down on my twat lips. I pressed the right labial lip back and away. He could see perfectly, my smooth flat little crease and the hot button of clit knob. It was all there, ready and willing. He said something nice about how slippery it looked and then he climbed into it with his mouth. He sucked it up, some of the stuff from the insides along with some of the stuff from the outsides. Jake had himself a mouthful of my pussy. I loved giving him my vagina that way. It made us both feel terrific.
"Then he climbed up along my body. He took one titty for his playmate and rubbed it up and down with his lips and his tongue. It didn't take me long to get hold of the back of his neck and keep him sliding up and down that chesty organ he so much enjoyed. I told him he could suck my titties all day long. I liked it. I told him to lick my nipples. I like that a lot. I told him to twist them up and throw them away if that made him feel good. I liked whatever he wanted me to like, whatever felt good for him.
"Maybe I was being a masochist, but I really did want to make him happy. But the fact is that he didn't want anything too terrible. He didn't want to tie me up, and he didn't want to whip me, and he didn't want but to fuck me up the asshole very hard every now and then ... so how bad could he have been? I liked giving him my body in every way he wanted it, even though it was not very often that we had the chance because of our two mates.
"Anyhow, that particular time, after he started eating me, he got his cock into place and he slid it down the alley. Pretty soon he was all the way in and I was huffing and puffing and grabbing him around that muscular neck of his and pulling his face up and down on my lips, eating everything he had to give me while his big penis went sliding in and out of my twat, in and out of my hot wet gushing canal. I loved it, loved feeling that prick meat of his doing me in like that. Who could ask for a hotter organ than his?
"Just then I looked up. God, was I happy! I looked over his shoulder and stared at the ceiling. I saw the mirrors. I saw in the mirrors Jake's butt floating up and down like a butterfly with a stinger, about to zap me, about to float away, alternately moving like that, first floating, then stinging me. His meaty little butt hole was in plain sight. I just had to open my eyes and look. That was the first time I appreciated those mirrors. I rubbed my finger into his asshole, right down the narrow slot, watched it go in, and then pulled his sphincter open and crowded the tube with all of my digit. He nearly killed me off for that, but I just kept sliding my finger up and down in his anus tube until he gave me that cannon ball load of his cum. Oh, God did he ever cum hard, too?! It was really fucking something. I loved to watch his ass while he shot that jism into my pussy. By the way, I could feel the shots of sperm juice landing on my back wall. It was great fun. I squeezed with all my might, with all my nice soft slippery pussy flesh, and down went the cum drops, every last one of then, sucked up into my tubes where they properly belonged. It was-one of the most luscious fucks I ever had.
"When Jake pulled his muscle out of there, out of my vagina, it was spic and span. You'd think he'd just then taken a bubble bath or something. I couldn't believe it. I wondered if my pussy was getting to be quite a little twat device, able to squeeze big things in a single bounce, faster than a dongo device, and stronger than a speeding freako. I wondered if just maybe my twat hold was a penis garbage disposal, some sort of freak adaptation ready to take on all cummers, just so long as they were big, just so long as they didn't mind risking a good flesh grinding in my honey pot osterizer. I was ready for more than just a casual affair, and I needed more than just a casual affair. That much was plain from that one time, that one special time with Jake.
"I needed to test out my new found strength. I know you men, how you think about how you want to get laid and there's nothing around. Well, this was one of those nights for me. I went stomping up and down the streets, trying to find someone, anyone, even a boy, who would give me his penis, let me work it up and down in my twathole, let me smash it up with my undulating soft muscles. I would have accepted a dildo at that point, I was so hot and so horny, just to see if my muscles really did possess nut cracker strength. That's all I wanted to know. Because if it turned out that the reason I was so strong that time was because of Jake, then I would divorce Ed and marry the bastard with such a mighty and influential cock. But if it was just me, having grown a year older, then I would stay with Ed and just keep fooling around and enjoying myself.
"Finally, at a bar called the Silvery Moon, I got lucky. I was wearing a short white skirt, and I pulled it up high on my hips. It was easy for everyone around to get a good shot at my thighs. They took me in. I could feel the eyeballs burning in flesh, singing my skin, taking me for everything I was worth. I wondered how much longer I could last without saying anything. I turned to the bartender and asked him to refill my drink. He winked at me and smiled. He poured into my glass of watery cubes until it was full up with the brown sauce. Still I waited, wondering if I would get the chance to exercise my feminine prowess, or if I would be discovering that, for the first time, that a man, Jaketo name him-could make me cum with his prick, and that the ecstasy I felt was from his meaty ram rod member, not from my husky twat muscles.
"Sure enough, it looked as though I would have my chance. He was lean but muscular. His hair was dark and curly, like all my favorite men. He came up and asked me in a secret sort of whisper if I would like to drive my high heels into his ear canals, if I would like to rub the tow of my patent leather red shoes into his asshole. I told him now I was looking for something a little different but that maybe another time. He smiled and took me by the arm, that old familiar clincher. He grabbed me by the arm and I knew I was going to be off on another fabulous sexual voyage. I bid the docks good bye, waved farewell to the Captain (the bartender) and hobbled out of the bar.
"He took me to his hideout, a two-bit stall on the other side of town, about a hop, skip and a jump away from the Silvery Moon. It was upstairs, up so many stairs that I didn't know where I was, winding around, up and then, for some perverse reason, down again. I kept following, dragging my ass to some new rhythm that I thought could only get me into trouble. I kept following him watching his butt. Men think they are the one to enjoy a good ass, but I tell you: we women know a thing or two when it comes to Moon Shine. Yes, indeedy. I was rubbing my hands in invisible soap and water and trailing that meaty derriere of his when we arrived. I put my hands down on my hips-more lady like, I thought-and waited for him to open the door. He turned around and smiled at me, and that's when I discovered that he was missing a couple of teeth. Still, I didn't mind. The important thing was his phallus. As long as he wasn't missing a couple of teeth out of that thing, then I would be in fine shape. I wanted him inside me right then, and I didn't even feel up to waiting another instant more. I told him so, told him to fuck me, and again he took me by the arm. This time he dragged me into the apartment.
"In that rat hole, between caved in bookshelves while sitting on a stack of telephone directories and trying to decide whether I was more shocked and frightened of the roaches or garter snakes which crawled the abandoned rubble, my new, and soon-to-be old, acquaintance, told me some very wicked stories. There was one racy little tidbit which I jotted down after I left, and it had to do with a girl he once knew, about how she had some special desires, things to do mostly with getting a shock in the twat, and she would take this jolt from anyone or anybody, just so long as it was more than twenty five volts and less than one-ten. She was an AC-DC, S-M electric slut, one that you could plug into on a moment's notice. I wondered if he was telling me the truth about her, but he had no reason to lie.
"It was when I pulled my right thigh up and tried to cross my legs that the orange crate to my left, upon which I had leaned, crushed under my palm and at that time I lost my balance, fell backwards, into the junk heap, and my legs were spread wide. He lept down onto my body and I didn't have much of a chance to do anything except scream at this sadistic monster. Like I said before, I wasn't wearing anything in the way of underwear and he didn't have to work too very hard to get that muscle of his into my pin hole vagina.
"Jesus Christ, I was hot in seconds. He had the monster meat of a gargantuan mate. He shoved it in hard, too, and I knew right then that it was the man's joint, not my interior flesh that was causing me so much delight and pleasure. After all, if this bonehead jack off from the Silvery Moon could make me hot, then any man, anywhere-I was glad to hear it-could give me the same. I moaned and groaned and stroked his buttocks while his meat pecker went sliding in and out of my twat vessel. It was the best fuck I ever did have, not because I was getting fucked by a great lover, but because I knew that I could go out and find such a lover, just me, with my body, and I could find him and make him with my mouth, with my thick lips, and he would fuck me, and even if he wasn't the best fuck in the world, at least it would be fun trying to find same. Eh?
"So that's where I am now, Doctor. I mean I keep looking. I want to learn more. Grow more. Understand more. I may be only seventeen, but that doesn't matter. It's now that counts, not when I'm old enough to count higher. Now is what matters. I don't know if that's what I'm supposed to say, but that's how I feel about the things that have been going on with me these last few weeks.
"I know you don't ever say much, and that's for my own good, but there is one other thing I'd like to ask you about, or at least to tell you about. There was this one other boy, after the Silvery Moon, the next night, in fact, and he had a much larger cock that either Ed or Jake. I can't seem to forget it. Maybe I'm crazy, but I think this guy's penis was about this long. Yeah, I know, that's awfully fucking big, eh? Well, I wanted it. And once I heard about how big it was, I had to get a look at it, even if I could not get it for real.
"Well, I went down Bates street because that's where Andrea, a girlfriend of mine said I could find him. His name's Carnation. I don't know why they call him that, but he calls himself that, too, so I guess it's alright. I went looking for Carnation. I was wearing a full-length flowery dress and I had on a pair of stacked heels. I wondered if Carnation dug that kind of stuff or what, but I knew I'd at least be in the neighborhood giving it a college try in case he did. I mean, just imagine what it would be like for me to get my fingers on that bony phallus of his. Can you imagine?
"Well, just around midnight I was about to give up. I was walking back home, my heels clacking on the wet moonlit sidewalk, and ... whamo! This guy's big long skinny arm reaches out and grabs me by the shoulder. Well, naturally, I started to scream, but he got his other hand into motion, on my mouth, and stopped me from yelling. I turned around, when he let me, and I saw he had a buccaneer's carnation in his lapel. God, I was scared. What if he raped me and broke my twat, I wondered. What if he was hot for an anal slide and he had chosen me to do it? I'd end up in the hospital. And what if he wanted me to suck him off? I'd have mushroom cock in my lungs if his joint was really that long, as long and as fat as Andrea and everyone else said.
"I tried to look cool and collected. He said he knew who I was, and he twirled his mustache. I told him I knew who he was and tried to run away. He grabbed me around the neck and pulled me back into the alley again. I told him that I was just doing a little interview and that I wanted to take his picture, that we needed to look up the photographer who was supposed to be with me, who should be along any moment now. It didn't wash.
"Carnation smiled and took me by the hand, as though we were young lovers. I had no choice but to follow him. Five minutes later I was alone with him in one of the nicest East Side apartments I've ever seen. Everything was white and plush and overstuffed, as soft and easy as pussy meat. I smiled and shared my impressions of his house with him. He smiled back and showed me his cock.
"Without exaggeration the thing was like an undersea appendage, the kind of muscle that rumors get made of, that maidens can get raped by from a distance of three feet. He kept it in a sling, of a sort, along side his body. I had to go down on it There was no way to avoid that. I sucked just the head, as much of it as I could fit in my face, and then I excused myself from his apartment He thought I was going to the John. But I was leaving. I had learned my big lesson for the day, I would never see Carnation again. He was a freak, a man with too big a cock muscle. He would be lonely, I knew, and I wrote him a letter recommending cosmetic surgery.
"I ran home to Ed that night, and I still go out and fool around these days, but I don't look for a man with a prowess, and I myself don't boast any special twat features, like reverse cuming, synchro orgasm, undulating muscles features. I just go out and party a bit, and maybe fuck, if I like the guy, and I don't see anything wrong with that at all. What do you think, Doctor? Doctor? Are you asleep? or what? Hey, what's going on here? Wake up! Jesus fuck, I don't believe it...."
CASE NUMBER THREE
Doctor: Barnhart
Patient: Claire N., seventeen years old.
"Sure, sure, sure. I married him. So what? So the hell what?!? I don't see what the big deal is. Look at my legs. You see my legs? Aren't they smooth? Look at my thighs. You like my thighs? Aren't my thighs something nice? I mean really, Doctor, you want me to waste my whole life, all this real flesh and blood on a phony.
"That's right. My husband the phony. Sure, sure, sure. I know what he says, about how he's a judge and about how he's Mr. Big Shot. Well, let me tell you what I know about him now, after I been married to him for five weeks, eh? Sure, sure, sure. Just like you, I thought he was somebody when I married him, but listen to this...."
"I was sitting alone after that first day, I mean, at the end of the first day, really, and I had the wedding dress on. You know how pretty those things are, how sweet and everything. I couldn't help but be sitting there being very happy and all, with just a little nasty thought in my mind every now and then, about how we'd be alone and all, about how Peter and I would get to spend some time alone in just a few, few minutes. I kept thinking to myself that it was going to be very nice indeed after all those months, and that I could be proud of myself, and proud of Peter for having waited all that time. I mean we met when I was sixteen and all, and it would have been natural for us to be fucking, right? But we didn't, you know. We just didn't do that I mean, it wouldn't have been cool for a judge to be caught with a jailbait bride now, would it? But anyhow, I didn't do it with the judge. (Not that I didn't do it somewhere with somebody else, but I didn't do it with the judge.) And I was sitting there, still wearing my wedding veil, trying to figure out when and where I would get that middle-aged dick of his into my body.
"All of a sudden, from the bathroom, I hear these cries. Little muffled cries. I didn't know what to make of it. It sounded like a elementary school squabble. I went rushing to the bathroom, swung the door ajar-the handle was locked but the door wasn't shut in place-and there was the judge going down on a child, a little boy, and a little girl had her legs spread and sat on the edge of the bathtub watching. I quickly shut the bathroom door behind me, having first made sure that no one was watching. I saw my future with the honorable Peter Baston going up in tiled bathroom squealings. I locked the handle again.
"Peter, of course, had nothing to say, except that given another minute he'd have balanced things off with a quick little suckie to the young girl who sat on the edge of the tub. I told him not to let his young bride's presence interrupt anything, that by all means he should proceed with whatever he'd intended to do with the child, provided that she was willing. The eight year old little girl was more than willing. She was prepared. She had her fingers stuffed up into her bald slit She had the little flesh leaves peeled back and open, and Peter was about to go to tonguing her into ecstasy, I suppose, or into whatever it is that little girls get when they are prepubescent and when a judge eats them out. I found it quite amusing that Peter went right ahead, black tie and all, into the child's sweet little loins, there to tongue out her insides. He looked up at me at one point, saw me crying and then quickly hurried the two little children out of the bathroom. When they were both gone he came to ne and had me sit down on the edge of the tub. I was blubbering like a little girl, mostly because of him, mostly because of what he was doing in front of me, with those darling little children. I didn't know what to do, what to say. He took a Kleenex and wiped my eyes, and then he said that he was sorry, that he was hoping that I would have found out in a different way.
"Sure, sure. I was getting all the consolation in the world, but I was also getting a good little fingering to my twat while he wiped my eyes. For Peters particular fetish-I have since come to know it inside out-is to rub a young child's genitals, and then to rub an adult's twat. It is that simple and that was what he was doing in the bathroom-not consoling me, but finishing himself off. When he got his finger up into my twat, I noticed that he had his hand on his cock, and that he was pulling the hot thick muscle between his legs just about as vigorously as he could possibly. It was amazing to see a man who normally sits on the bench in black robes with one hand on the bible and other on a gavel now having replaced those two symbols of civility with my pussy and his own cock meat. It was, in some way or other, obscene. I had no way of reckoning with it, and wanted to be free of him just then as much as I had only hours before wanted to marry him. I let him finger my clit, but I tolerated the jack-off activities only until he burst into passion, shooting hot jism all over the bathroom court, up against the ceiling, along the walls, into the tub. Then I left, left the judge panting, huffing and puffing, rolling and moaning and groaning, and I believe he was laughing ... yes, I'm quite sure of it ... he was laughing like a maniac on the bathroom floor, his echoing chortles following me down the many red-velvet padded stairs which led back down to the assembly of guests, friends and relatives and business and legal acquaintances.
"Naturally, I couldn't tell them about what I had learned. It would not be believed for one thing, and for another, I hardly wanted to see the judge go to jail, which I suspected would happen immediately should I share the news of his trois activities in the John, the ones involving the very minor children. I drifted among the guests, looked for friends of mine, for girls also sixteen and seventeen in the hopes that when I found one I would be able to see in her eye the knowledge of what a crazy mistake I had made. Then I would take that girl, cart her off to the nearest bedroom-probably upstairs next to the bathroom where the judge panted and heaved-and cry .on her shoulder until I admitted the necessity of a divorce-an annulment, only hours after the marriage.
"But no such young woman appeared. I wandered here and there, and clinked glasses with various dignitaries, downed one glass of the sparkling, bubbly champagne after another, and never did I see the girl or the young man who might be able to bolster me for the fight which I had thought must, of necessity, follow against the judge. Rather, I was left empty handed after all of that, empty-handed in the sense that I could not find my material witnesses, the two young children whose bodies had been defiled flagrantly, nor could I locate the judge himself, when I finally got up the nerve to do so. I found myself wandering aimlessly from room to room with only the slightest knowledge of what was happening, and I was desperately worried that I was losing my mind.
"It was then that a strong, dark-haired gentlemen pulled me aside. I didn't recognize him then, and I doubt that I would now, but he requested my presence in the library. I thought his manner rather overly polite, but I was prepared, at this point, to take my chances. He escorted me gently to the library where he quickly produced a huge thick phallus, displayed it with no concern for my role as bride or young woman, with no regard for his supposed friendship with the judge and told me to suck it. I thought this quite preposterous of him, but, to tell the truth, I couldn't keep my eyes off the head of that huge meat. I was willing to suck him off, but first, I knew, I must ask him to help me find the judge. It was then that I traced the slightest hint of a flickering grimace on his lips. Perhaps this was the clue of aid and friendship I was looking for, the man who could most easily help me make everything right again. I went down between his legs, played lightly with my mouth muscle along the sides of his mushroom prong, and soon I had geared him up to a satisfying high.
"He told me that even though I was a young bride, I could certainly demonstrate how sporting I was by stripping myself of the ridiculous outdated bride's outfit and show him my new fangled twat hole. I don't know why, but I did it. I took off the delicate old white lace uniform common to women giving away their nuptials, and only three hours after I pronounced those infamous words, 'I do', I lay on my back with my fingers between my legs holding my shiny labial lips peeled back for this contumely screwing. It was, now that is is over, easy to see that this particular fuck ranks high as among the best of my coital experiences. His prick was big, really big, and the mushroom head fit neatly into place alongside my twat-joint. It rubbed nicely at my clitoris, and soon, before either of us expected it, I was juicing all over this stranger's hot wet hog. I gave him a good toss, I must say, and quite much more in the way of excitement than I'd been yet to provide the judge. When the young man finally pulled his pecker from the pussy environs he'd needled his way into, I told him I found him quite unabashed in his method, but that I hoped he'd never say a word to the judge. He swore that he never would, and that was that. I followed him back out to the regalia which was supposedly in honor of my wedding.
"There, in the floating clicks and tight cultish mini-crowds, I found my new groom. He looked fresh and well-kept, satisfied with everything about him. His cheeks shone with that desirable rosiness that only the English, in spirit or by decent, can demonstrate. Little burst vessels, darker than the rosiness of the rest of his face, lined the tops of his jaw bones like a Japanese pen and ink drawing of a tree. The branches, darker red, burst out like a full umbrella and licked the sides of his jaw. He was much older than the man I'd imagined. I slipped my hand between his legs and hoped he'd appreciate this casual feel, hoped that he would take it in stride. He did not, and I knew we were now finished. Even debauchery would offer us no grace. I gave up.
"The honeymoon, it goes without saying, was a total bust Never did the judge lay hands on me, except for once, and that had been just after the bellboy visited our suite. I had been in the bathroom, and the moment the bellboy left Peter came running into the John, patted me on the fanny, and as I have been wrong about everything, I noticed his cock begin to fail. My titties had nearly exploded with the thought of having the judge to make love to again, but now they sagged and my enthusiasm, I knew, would never again rise up so quickly, nor would it ever again have to suffer such an ultimate disgrace. I continued to shave legs, and the judge, dumbfounded by my sudden appreciation and distance from his situation, hung his head and pulled his suspender up over his hairy rounded shoulders as he made his way back to the main part of the honeymoon suite. I could have laughed my way all the way back to the states, that night, and still have more energy left to laugh myself a cab and a bus to my doorstep. But I didn't. I did no laughing, and what sex I had too place with yet another illicit lover.
"His name was Peppy, and I met him on the second or third day of the trip to the Islands. It doesn't matter now when I met him, nor does it really concern me what I did with him. Suffice it to say Peppy had a fondness for American women with smooth thighs and pleasant legs and big breasts, and I had a fondness, just then, for anything in pants. The judge could do nothing but tolerate my infidelities, and this failing Constance he'd once relied upon began to irritate him. At one point in my tryst with Peppy, Peter actually walked into the room. He saw Peppy's rock hard phallus rolling in and out of my young tubes, and he could hardly keep control of himself. He stormed the bed, tore the bronzed beauty off of my body, and smacked me across the face. Peppy took the judge in a leap to his back, brought him down, but Peter was so outraged by the activities that he could not keep himself under control. By the time he had finished he'd generally crushed Peppy's skull. We were lucky, in that regard, because a bellhop stopped the conflagration before it turned into murder. It would have been a worse mess than it was.
"At home, a week later and on better terms with everyone, I took in a new maid. The judge saw fit to try his wares with her. I caught them, him with his soft muscle bulging below his nuts, her with a sagging lower jaw, her uniform off, unable to determine if she should dust it or leave it alone, the judge's prong, that is.
"On another occasion I decided to suck off the mail man. I'd gone horny for months, and I saw no reason to go any longer. I pulled the postman into the living room and put my finger to his lips when he protested. Perhaps he thought I was some sort of spy. In any event, I began by unbuckling his belt and working his joint out of his trousers and into my mouth. Did I mention how much I like to suck on a good hot joint? Well, this mailman's penis qualified. I worked my tongue up and down the length of the shaft, and before long, I'd managed to get myself the hardiest helping yet of the thing. I stuffed my throat all the way up with the hard phallus, and it tasted like heaven. Remember, since Peppy he was the first male to fall into my arms. I loved him for being a nice fellow about it. Many men could have blackmailed me. He didn't.
"In fact, he gave me everything I wanted. From time to time I would pull him off the porch by the pouch and drag him into the bedroom and demand that he strip and ram his horsemeat-like phallus up my ass hole. He did so courteously, like a good public servant, like a devoted pubic servant. His only desire was to please.
"He did, quite successfully, I should say at this point. His sharpened meat, properly licked and adequately lubricated, gave me many a quiet night's sleep. Sometimes I would go to his place, and there, in the privacy of his bedroom, I would pull on his dick, make it go far and away deeper into me than he knew it could. I would ride upwards on .that cock stick, grip it with the treads in my twat, hold onto it, and roll it, roll the head back and forth against my clitoris until I had the entire penis wedge tied up in clitoral and labial tissue. It was a delight to spray on that gigantic joint of love, and I used to take my time fucking him, just to be able to have a perfect little orgasm on every inch of his available pecker. It was heavenly.
"I was discovered, however, by the maid, and it was she who blackmailed me, forced me to give up the domestic civil servant. I did so, but regretted it. Three months later, behind her back, I framed the maid and managed to convince Peter to fire her. When it was done, right after, only minutes after he talked to the little child, he came up and tried to fuck me. I wouldn't heat of it, and that was the last pass that Peter ever made at me.
"Now we lead separate lives. He goes his way, and I go mine. We sit at opposite ends of the longest table in the house, and we eat different meals. If he has shrimp, I eat cantaloupe. If he eats porterhouse, I make sure to have a good little peanut butter and jelly sandwich. When company comes, we pretend to be lovers. I don't know why, but we do.
"There are exceptions to our grotesque style of living. The other night I went out and hooked myself a delightful little piece of ass. He was all of thirteen years old. He was splendid child, a friend of a neighbor I believe. He didn't want to fuck me at first, but when I showed him my twat and promised he could drive the car-a limousine-he agreed. I took him down the road to a deserted hill. There I undressed, pulled up my skirt and took off my blouse.
"Soon the young man had a healthy hard-on, one that could have satisfied a bitch. I was happy to see that. I took that rubbery monster and forked a good shot at my clit. It didn't take much to get his little buns shaking, and before he knew it, presto! He was cuming inside his neighbor's seventeen year old pussy-no longer a virgin. I wonder sometimes if I was arrested for this kind of behavior what would happen, what the judge would do. I really do wonder.
"I took the child home and rubbed his penis one last stroke before I dropped him off at his parent's house. He took a last feel of my titties, and I must say that I was quite silly to marry an older man-I should have married a younger man, a boy even. Perhaps I could have my own son and fuck him when he is of age. What do you think of t at?
"Ha, ha, ha. Just yesterday I found the perfect combination. You won't find this the least bit amusing, Doctor, I assure you. I found the boy, the same one as from the night before, and I convinced him to come with me. He said he would if I would also consent to bringing along his little sister. I agreed, though I doubted I would be able to get the sex I wanted. But do you know what happened? I got to the scene of our previous night's romance and the little girl stood up against a tree and watched me go down on her little brother's penis. Oh, it was nice and meaty and just the thought of his joint right now makes me gush silly little thoughts about love and birdies and all.
"Oh, yes, now I remember what I wanted to tell you. The little boy came almost instantly in my mouth. I sucked him off and swallowed it all down, but it was so fast that it was hardly worth the risk. The little girl told me that he was like that ever since the wedding. Then I recognized them. They were the same children with Peter. The obvious irony struck me like a bludge hammer. I felt sick all over. I wanted to have the child again, but I was exactly the same person, in exactly the same situation as I had seen Peter a few months before. I had become what I feared. I wanted sex with the children, and I could only imagine what had driven Peter into that desire in the first place.
"Please, Doctor, you have to help me. I'm afraid that I'll go home and molest those children, that I'll suck off the little boy and show him how to fuck me, that I'll take the little girl and eat out her little hole, eat her anus and her vagina. Please ... you must help me ... please .. "
CASE NUMBER FOUR
Doctor: Epper
Patient: Lennea D, sixteen years old.
"If only he'd come to me first. Then I would have had some choice in the matter. After all-we were married, and I did love him-you'd think that that would count for something. Not with John. Only thing that mattered with him was his big cock and his hot asshole. Everything else was nothing to him. We didn't have to get divorced, but he made such a big thing out of my fooling around-well, what could I do?
"You know, Doctor, I don't think it's so terrible if a girl goes out and gets herself a little. You know what I mean? I mean, I just don't think it's so bad as everyone says. I bet John would agree, if it weren't for his silly pride and all that. Oh, well, fuck him. If he wants to feel that way, I say fuck him. I had a great time with Nick and I don't care what anybody thinks about it, either. It was fun and that's all that matters.
"You should have seen the look on Nick's face when I told him I wanted to do it. I just sort of slid up next to him, like a girl in a movie or something, and I put my hand down between his legs. I rubbed his cock-I knew it was his cock; what else gets as big down there so fast?-and I had him getting all red in the face and everything in about five seconds. It was that fast. Just like a real quickie. The head of his meat just filled right up and kapowie! We were ready to have sex.
"He said something about not wanting to fool around on his friend, and about not wanting to do it in the kitchen, but I knew that was malarkey, plain and simple. I just pulled on his belt, and presto: it was open: out it came, that big hot hard meat of his. God, was it ever pretty! A sight for sore eyes, you know what I mean? I just leaned down between his legs and went right to work on it. I couldn't help myself. I didn't see any reason to be shy-we were both grown up and all. What the hell?
"So I rubbed my tongue up and down on his pecker. I washed that mushroom tip with my mouth muscle. I do declare, it was as enjoyable a little rubbing as that boy ever did have for himself. I mean really! I just went and scrubbed that hot hog of his until he was all cock. You know what I mean? All cock! I loved it, especially the thick shaft. He's got one of those bendable meats, the kind what stands up and bends at the same time. Oh, God, do I love a hard joint like that!
"Anyhow, once I got him really hard, from sucking and all, he started running his fingers through my hair. He starts telling me how he likes a brunette better than all sorts of girls, and how a brunette with big titties should be the kind of a woman to run for President or something. I just thought that was the neatest thing he could have said. Can you imagine, me, Lennea, sticking my big titties out and grabbing the microphone and making my inaugural address?
"Anyhow, I loved the idea, and especially because Nick, he was rubbing his fingers up and down along my titties. I don't know how he did it-I wear a bra-but he got my breasts bare and he got his fingers onto my nipples, and the next thing I knew I was huffing and puffing and praying the Lord didn't blow my house down. God! He really did know how to get a hold on my chest. He just rubbed and squeezed until I was all hands and no more titties. I really did like that, especially from time to time when he used his tongue.
"Did I tell you about Nick's tongue? It must be the longest tongue in the world. I know I'm exaggerating a little bit, but that tongue of his sure does feel like a giant one when he gets it to rolling down your tubes. Of course, you, Doctor, wouldn't know about that because you're a man, but let me tell you-when a man eats out a lady, and he's got a good strong tongue, well, it's better even than when he's got a big cock. You know what I mean? Really.
"Well, Nick, he knows how to use that muscle of his, he sure does. He gets down on my cunt, between my legs and all, and he uses his hands to rub my thighs. Now that's something special right there, the way he rubs my legs. Here, let me pull up my skirt a little so you can get a little look see, eh? See there? Now aren't those nice legs? You bet your sweet ass they are! And Nick, he knew just what to do with them once he got his hands in there. He rubbed up and down along my loins, and he made sure that there was goose bumps just about everywhere, all over my body, up and down my stomach, all along my titties, and even in between my little twat leaves. Especially there, he worked his fingers up and down between those slippery little leaves, and he got me going so fast I didn't know what hit me. I was just huffing and puffing and getting myself eaten out just right. He used his hands on my legs and his tongue all over my pussy.
"Well, the next thing J know I'm naked on the floor. It's not so bad as I thought it would be. You know, it's not so cold and all. And Nick, he's to that big meat of his but and raring to go. He's ready to put it all the way inside my hot cavity. Which is something I been wanting now for the whole time he and I been standing there and kissing and all. But now it looks like I'm actually going to be getting that thing of his, that I'm actually going to be having that big grinding cock of his inside my little cunt hole. Boy did that make me happy? You bet it did! I been waiting all that time for it, and finally it looked like I was going to be getting the hot piece of cock prick I been wanting.
"Nick, he grabs me by the breasts and pushes me down flat on the floor. He rubs my legs open with his hands and he starts to push in there, starts to get his hog all the way down deep. You know, he starts fucking me. Well, I can feel that flesh sword of his, getting in there and all, and boy oh boy does it feel good. I mean really good! It's like a tornado is ripping up inside of my body, like some nice hot wind is going in there and making me feel the best I ever did feel. You know what I mean? It's not like some ordinary fuck with just any old Tom, Dick or Harry. It's something special. He's got his tool going at full speed. He was a sandblasting away inside my flesh tower. I just loved it, you know that, Doctor? I just fucking loved that screwing. It wasn't like usually when a penis gets in there and you feel pretty damn hot and all. No, it was different than that because we both of us knew from the beginning, just as soon as that cock touched my thigh, say, that we were going to be hotter than Romeo and Juliet. It was something. Cleopatra would have been happy to see us fucking like that.
"Of course, naturally, when I got my hands around his buns that meat of his started throbbing inside my body. And that, believe-you-me, was a special thrill. To feel Nick's big heady pecker going bouncing and flying up and down inside me, well, I don't have to tell you, that was something special. I could feel the ridges of that muscle working along my clitoris. Maybe that's the best feel I ever did have, feeling that boner of his working up and down against my clit meat. I mean, did you ever think about that when you were fucking your wife or something, Doctor? About how it feels for her?
"Oh, it felt so nice to have that dick of his grinding down into my twat. I was awfully wet, too, and maybe that helped us get hotter, too. I was really oily. You know, slippery and all. It was slide and roll time. Nick and I were all over the place, that meat of his jamming down deep, his fingers taking care of my sphincter, of course, and everything turning colors and all because it was such a good fucking. Jesus, it was nice. I liked that
"Afterwards he said we had to do that again sometime, and he climbed on out. I guess I was still pretty hot, even though he'd gone and flooded out the canyon, if you know what I mean. So I asked him, what about me, and he said next time, and I told him that wasn't right that I wanted to get that meaty thing of his inside me right then, and I wanted to get that meaty thing of his inside me right then, and I wanted to cum off on it, and he said if I could get him hot again, he would do it. So you know that was just the biggest challenge I ever did have.
"I just got up and jumped onto that hot hog of his, that hot hog head, and I rubbed it up and down with my tongue until it was so bloody hot that it looked like it would get up and explode. I didn't know what to do, but I knew what I had to do. I jumped onto it, crouched over him, and got onto it. Nick, he nearly went wild. I was so slippery and so hot, and all, and my cunt tube was squeezing down on his meat so steady-he just didn't expect all of that Well I gave him all of that, though, and something more to go with it, too. I rubbed and rolled and gave him a good tight squeeze, something steady and something nice, something I knew he would never forget, that he would be able to tell the boys about. Now I'm not gonna tell you what it was, but I reached under, and I took up his buns in my two little hands, and I gave him a little massage action there, too, just to be sure he knew it was me, Lennea, doing him up right Then I leaned down on him. Now, I'm not sayin' I got the biggest titties in the whole damn world, but I do know one thing. I got pretty big ones, and a lot a guys, not just a few, have told me that. They like my breasts and they say the nipples are nice and pretty, too. So I wasn't ashamed to go pressing my chest down on Nick's chest. I just started to rubbing, riding his penis and rubbing my boobies against his chest. He liked that I could see it in his face. He got all mushy eyed and everything, or maybe it was because my twat was starting to squirt and roll, but that was one hot boy under me, between my legs, and I was getting a bit of a kick out of him, too. Believe-you-me, it wasn't all that bad!
"Now, of course, all good things have to come to an end. Me and Nick was laying there, in our post-orgasm attitudes, all sprawled out all over the kitchen floor and everything, and we was worried that we might get caught. For it was cheatin, plain and simple, and it was cheatin' for both of us, too, once for me on John, and once for Nick on John, and another time for Nick on his wife Sherry. Now I didn't know Sherry so I don't think it mattered-I mean maybe that wasn't cheatin' on her since I never met her and all. But you know what? It sure was a hell of a lot of fuck fun. You know that? I mean Nick and I balled our brains out and then, afterwards, not before, we got worried. And you know what we did? He left and I went and showered. It was that simple.
"It wasn't long after that that I decided that I could have even more than one lover if I wanted to. I mean why not? Eh? It just didn't concern me that John might not like me getting it on with more than one lover. I knew he wouldn't like even one, so what difference would it make if I had two extra cocks to play with, or three, or a dozen? Eh?
"Anyhow, omittin' the philosophy of it, I went out and landed myself a child. I mean he was even younger than I was back then, which was fifteen, and he had a big dick, too. But I'm a little ahead of myself.
"It happened like this. I was home alone one day, like per usual, and I didn't have anywhere to go, nowhere at all. And Susie Barnes called me up, a friend of mine, and asked me if I wanted to go to the beach and look around. Now, Susie, she knew that I was the kind of girl willing to get my twat tickled every now and then, just like I knew much the same kind of thing about her. So we went to the beach, I agreed, and we was there before long.
"There were a lot of young ones, down there, and a lot of old ones, too. But Susie and me, we were interested in what could last for a long time and what could do it more than once. So you know we were interested in the young ones. And we found a couple, too. We were dressed in our two piece bathing suits, and we were attracting them like honey draws bears. It just weren't no effort at all.
"The two we got were these surfer types, young ones.. They were really cutie pies, if you know what I mean by that. And Susie, she took the older one, the one that had the car and all, and I took the younger one. His name was Davy. Now Davy and me, we went off to the other guy's car, and it had blinds in the back and was all fixed up nice. Davy liked the idea of getting his hands going right away, even before I got the blinds closed, and I didn't mind so much myself. He was taking to rubbing and making my titties all hot and everything. It wasn't long before he got my nipples all sprung up and my cunt all wet and greasy. You know how that made me feel, and you don't have to be no Doctor to appreciate that state of body. It was nice. Really nice!
"Davy, he got his fingers running up and down my twat lips, and that felt specially nice. He knew just how to get my little twat-penis going, too. He started rubbing it and making it get hard. Boy, did that ever feel nice. He used one finger and stroked up and down against it. That was one of the nicest feels on my twat I ever did get It was out of this world. The way he moved his finger, it was like a skater on ice, smooth and slippery and graceful. I thought I might fall off the flat edge of the white world when he started doing that I just couldn't believe how good it was. Really fucking good.
"Now, of course, he was a boy, and that was one reason we had a little more than the average amount of room to move in the back seat of his friend's car. But that didn't mean that Davy didn't know his way around a lady. He got his face down there between my legs, once I got them open for him and what he had been doing nice with his finger he did twice as good with his tongue. It was heaven. That lad knew just how to eat out my pussy hole. I gave him a juicy pie, one that I knew would stick with him like a heavy meal for a long time. I wanted that youngster's face well fed, because I wanted him to remember that I had done him right had given him everything.
"Just to be sure on that score, when I got the chance, I opened him up from the back side. You know, I held his buns back and rubbed those young flesh cheeks of his, and I went to licking down in there. Boy oh boy did he have a nice little asshole. He told me no one ever ate him out that way before, so I didn't do too much of it, just long enough to get him going the way I thought he might like it. I was only interested in giving us both a little pleasure.
"Well, he got a boner out of that ream out, and that was a start in the right direction. I reached around and started to play with that big rubbery thing of his, and you know that was a lot of fun. I got to stroking it with my fingers, and I got to playing with the head with my palm. I liked best of all to be squeezing it in my hands, making a fist, opening up, making a fist again, and always around that thick flesh pole. What could be nicer for a horny wife like me? You know what I mean? I mean what could be nicer than having a nice fourteen or fifteen year old piece of hot cock meat in the hands, and his you know what in your face? Jesus, that made me hot.
"I had him turn around and I gave his balls a good friendly rubbing with my titties. I pressed right up against him, and I made sure that I got those nuts of his with the tips of my titties. It didn't take much work at all. In fact, he knew just how to move, Davy did, so that I could get my chest in there just right. Then I got his prick sliding up and down against my skin. It was super nice, super slick, and super smooth. I took some of the oil from my pussy and rubbed it around on the tip of his meat. Before long his joint was going bongo! It was throbbing time again. He was bouncing up and down on my chest, with my titties in his ball sack, and boy oh boy was he having a good time.
"He took to huffing and puffing and kissing me. He told me I was the best young girl he'd ever met. He told me my titties were the King's apples, and my buttocks were the best little globes a girl ever had. He said that he loved me more and more for every second that went by, and he said that there was something really special about a girl you met on the beach who wasn't afraid to go and fuck right then, and he said it was that I was brave, a strong girl with as much courage as a soldier. I practically cried when he told me that, but I didn't have time.
"I wanted to get that tool of his, that flesh prong into my hole. And I had to do it then because five minutes from then would be too late. My girlfriend would be back with Davy's buddy. So I spread out on the backseat, showed him my twat hole, and told him that he had to get his joint all the way in there, that he had to do me up right, give me the screwing with that flesh nail that we both wanted. He smiled and leaned down. The first stab was way off base, but the second went right in.
"His young twisting hips settled between my loins, and he pushed his rod all the way down inside, so much that I thought his joint was going to break my spine, I thought for sure he had the biggest muscle I was ever going to have. It was really quite something. He was able to crack my labial lips so wide open that I feared my pussy would never be the same. I reached down at one point and felt the girth of that thing. It was like this. I actually had to use my middle finger to get around it Nothing that large had ever been inside my body, not in my mouth, not in my twat nowhere. I was amazed.
"Well, to top it all off, he pulled that sword flesh of his out of my grinding cunt tube, and he made me roll over. I didn't know what to say. He was so young and all, and I was incredulous that such a youth would have the ability and the knowledge of how to do it. But I rolled over, just to test him out, and I cooperated as though it were perfectly natural that he would want to screw in my rear chamber.
"I reached back and pulled the buns out. I gave him access to the inside of my hole there, helped him get placed by taking his penis head in my fingers. I worked that muscular head down inside the tube, all the way in, and before he could think about whether or not he himself knew how to do what he'd wanted to do, there he was-it was done. He had that spike all the way up inside.
"I'd been so busy trying to get him in at the right angle and all that I hadn't, until just then, actually, I mean really, felt what was happening. But right then, after I let go, after Davy had that spear of his down in the crock pot, well, then I knew what it felt like. It ached some, and I didn't know for sure, just then, if I would get him out alive. I mean that boner of his seemed to be getting bigger. I thought maybe he was just moving around or something, but after a minute I knew I was right to be worried. I had to get another roll going, or something, because that joint of his was getting to be so damn big that I thought I was going to die. He was getting larger and larger inside my asshole tube. It was starting to kill me. I tried to move. I couldn't I yelled. I screamed. He wouldn't let loose. I ached. It hurt a lot, it was a big pain, like someone was taking a bite out of my insides, out of my anus, and then all of a sudden, it was a shockeroo! He flooded that backdoor canal with hot jism. I thought I was gonna float away. If you could drown from such treatment I was about to. I thought for sure I must have taken on a gallon of liquid.
"When he finally pulled that muscle of his out-and he didn't really pull it out; it was more like he yanked it free-I lay breathless on the backseat of the car. It had been an artless, inconsistent fuck, one that I would, however, never forget. My body writhed, sweated, attempted to recuperate what strength had been given the fuck. It looked to me, from the sight of my pussy, that what had happened in my asshole had also happened up front. My twat was red and sore, but hot and bothered, too. It was juicing and leaking, oozing out the clit juice which always accompanies my best fucks.
"A while later, at home, I was laying in bed and trying to figure out how that boy Davy had fit such a big piece of pecker meat into my little asshole. After all, it was never done that large before. But even while I started thinking about it, I had to have a hand between my legs. I just started picking up where Davy had left off I worked my clitoris into a lather. I got a frenzied, lusty thrust action going. I was able to keep my twat-button pressed and stroked at the same time as I was working my pussy with a big long finger full of phallic-like digit. It was a bony masturbatory thrill for me. I was having fun poking myself, and there was no way that I could deny that. Jesus, that was nice!
"Afterwards, I was just sort of laying there, and I was wondering what was gonna happen to me. I thought maybe I was going to turn into a regular jack off girl, like the girls in those magazines I've seen sometimes. Not that that would be so bad-but I was just curious. I wanted to know right then what I'd be doing with my body five years from then, when I would be twenty-one.
"I lay there with my fingers between my pussy lips, and that's when John came in and found me. I didn't know what to say. He was just looking at me, like I was some sort of flesh object He just kept staring at me. He knew what I had been doing, at least there in the bedroom. I don't think he knew about the beach and all, about Nick. I don't think he knew about my two new lovers and how I was planning to get a few more. He just kept staring at me, because I think he felt that if I was masturbating like that-and I don't know how long he was looking at me, when he started looking, I don't know that-well, if I was doing that putting my own fingers in my pussy, he must not be good enough for me. I think that's what he was thinking.
"I tried to tell him otherwise, but I don't think he would have listened to me just then. He came over to the bed and he slapped me as soon as I started talking to him. Right across the face. It turned my cheek red right then, that instant. I looked in the bedside mirror I keep there and saw how red my cheek was. There were welts coming up. I didn't know what to do, and I guess I was frightened. That's probably why I started crying, just moaning and tears were coming down my face like a baby. I didn't know what to do.
"I looked up, though, and John, he was taking his clothes off. He had his belt undone and he stood there for a minute considering what to do with it. I think he was thinking about using that leather strap on me. I would have hollered bloody fucking murder if he had. I would have gone through the roof he laid another hand on me. I was naked and really worried, but he didn't use the belt to hit me. He just kept getting undressed.
I tired to talk to him. I told him I was sorry and that I should have been more careful, of him and of me. He didn't say a word. He didn't even shake his head or anything. He just kept getting undressed. He folded up his pants and he slipped out of his underwear. Then he took off his shirt and put that over the chair with his trousers. He got up on the bed and when I started to try and kiss him, he held my hands back behind my head. I moaned a bit and then he still didn't say anything. I was worried. When I told him I wanted him to say something he put his head beside my face so I couldn't see him any more. It was awful. He was holding my hands up above my head by the wrists so that I couldn't see him, and so that I couldn't move. He had my legs spread wide open and I didn't know what to do. I didn't know whether or not to move or to lay still or what. It was really scary.
"Finally, he poked that rod of his into my hole. He worked it all the way down inside my cunt. I never had anything that far into me. He had his penis all the way up to my back wall. Nothing had ever been so far in. It just penetrated my vagina so much that I had to scream. I started rocking up and down on his organ. I didn't know what else to do. I wanted to get relief, and I wanted to get his organ pumping even harder. I don't know what came over me. It was rather strange, like someone had gone and reached down from the heavens and told me that I was going to have an orgasm.
"He just reached up inside my pussy and started fondling it with the head of his mushroom meat. It was too big for me, too strong, and too sturdy. I don't know what happened next. Maybe I passed out or something like that. It was just that I saw stars. I wrapped my hands around his buns, as if to have something to hold onto, and I saw stars. It was amazing. I was just floating along there with this big cock in my pussy, and my hands on his buns, and I was looking into the black night and loving every minute of it. It was terrific. I hope that he fucks me like that again sometime because it was the best I ever had it. Really, it was. I never had it so good like that before or since. Not even the beach kid, Davy, did it that nice to my twat before that It was like it was what sex was supposed to be all about like the first time, and all that kind of thing. His boner was just stoking me so fast, and it was so hard and he knew just where to get my clitoris and all-I could only barely catch my breath and tell him how much I loved him because of the way he was screwing me so good. It was quite terrific.
"Afterwards, when John had pulled that steak meat out of my hole, I looked at it. It was all wet and everything, and it was shrinking up fast. I told him he had been really good to me, and I went to the bathroom and got something to wipe him off with. It didn't take long to get him cleaned up and all that kind of thing, and then he told me that he never wanted to see me doing that again, and that if he ever caught me at it one more time, pulling on my own clit, he would use the belt instead of his penis to tell me what he thought about it. I didn't like the idea of being threatened, and I said that and he told me back that it was not threat, that he meant it. I told him I didn't think he had a right to tell me what to do, and he said that we were married, and that even though I was only sixteen, he would make me feel like an old woman if he ever caught me getting it on like that again.
"I wondered what he would think if he knew I was having an affair or two on the side. I figured I'd get into trouble or something, but I also didn't plan on getting caught.
"Around a week later I was out with Nick. His wife was away for a couple of days. He had me strip down in his living room and I didn't mind that at all. He had me do a little dance for him, to music and all, and I did that really nice. I tripped around with my titties wobbling and my chest swinging and all, and pretty soon, I had a nice hot little clit twitch going in between my legs, inside my cunt tube. I felt like a million dollars. So free. So easy and all. There I was dancing in a stranger's apartment, making whoopee to my husband's buddy-it was just like in all the movies. Like in the Valley pictures, and like in the books, like Gone With The Wind, and all that other kind of stuff. Like the soap operas and all. I felt like I was a little more alive, like I had something nice in my life, for a change. Just a little something, something that Nick and John and Davy, and nobody, could take away from me. It was just a feeling from dancing around like that, and no man could take it away from me. You know what I mean?
"Well, Nick seemed to sense my feeling good like that. He came over to me and he was naked. He started rubbing that big tube of his up against my leg, making me get the chills again, making me hot and bothered and all. It didn't take long for him to get me really fucking hot. I felt like I wanted more sex than any man could ever give me. I knew I was hot, but not until I looked down and touched my pussy did I realize how turned on I really was. There was a steady little flow of juice.
"Pretty soon everything was wet. I mean it felt that way. It felt my loins were slippery and my pussy was wet, and it felt like my titties were awfully hot I held one in each hand and rubbed them both, nipples first, against Nick's chest He liked that, and I could see his own manly nipples getting firm and chilled and all. I let go of my boobs and slipped my fingers down between his legs. It was there I found his muscle all gathered up tight and hard. His scrotum bag had little bumps in it, and the hairs were all on end. It was great to see how that boner of his was springy and everything. I just wanted to eat it right up.
"So I got down on my hands and knees, and the music was still playing, and to the rhythm of the music I sucked him off. I mean I ate him all out and everything, licking his bone-head, and sucking his shaft, and rubbing my tongue up and down on that thick flesh pole of his. What could be nicer?
"Of course, I had my hands around his butt, too. I had a good hold on his anus and on his sphincter, and I was rubbing it up and down, making sure that the inside of his bunghole was getting a good little fingering from my digits. I loved to get a fingering going that way. And at the same time I had his cock in my mouth. You know that that put me into a world of ecstasy. Oh, God, I loved doing it with him. If my husband ever found out, I knew, I would be up shit creek.
"After a while Nick got down on the floor with me. We rolled around mostly with his penis rubbing up against my twat, mostly with his balls sliding on my legs. I loved the feel of his meaty organ and his tough nuts rubbing on my legs. I just can't get over how nice a man's cock and his balls feel to me. Sometimes I think that if I was a man I'd just sit home and play with myself all day long, just because having a penis would be so nice.
"Anyhow, I loved having Nick rub me that way. I mean he knew just how to rub my titties and he knew when to climb up on my chest and make his hot hog go sliding on my breasts. That was nice, too, but the best of all, of course, was when he went sliding that meaty prick of his into my twat hole. I mean he just planted it right in. It took one big stroke and zam! I was full of hot penis. It was so much easier than masturbating or worrying. I loved having that hot pole of his grind away. He really did grind away, too. He rubbed the head of that mushroom muscle against the top of my cunt slot. He worked the thing up and down against my clitoris and finally he got me pretty well heated up, so much so that I was going out of my mind with it. I mean my clit was all steamy and my insides were leaking and all. I was pretty juicy, I guess, and I felt myself begin to slide.
"That was the nicest part. It just sort of happened. One minute I was laying there with his meat hot and up inside my twat, in my vagina and all, and the next minute I was sliding, up and down, back and forth, getting a really nice full swing of his meat. It was really something. Getting that pecker going was terrific. I mean really great. I don't know how I did it, but I know that the way I moved had something to do with it.
"I got to rocking and rolling on it. You know what I mean? It was like automatic or something. One minute my twat was on the base of his joint. The next minute my cunt was on the tip. The next on the base, etc., just like that. Up and down, in and out. I loved it. I could feel that big head rubbing against my clit, and he took his hands and wrapped them around my titties. It was like going for a bicycle ride, only I was the bicycle, and he was the bike rider. He peddled me up to the moon and back, a real rocket trip, first class and all.
"Pretty soon we were both sweating hot. I mean we could just go sliding against each other. He had my cheeks from underneath. He knew how to get them open, too. He put a finger in my asshole, and at first I was scared. But then I knew he was going to do it right. He got the sphincter open and all, and he started sliding his finger up and down. I was pretty tight, so it wasn't all that nice feeling him move like that. But when he came, that stuff of his made me feel so good I just completely forgot about the fact that he had his finger up my asshole. You know what I mean? I mean I was in heaven and I was getting my own orgasm. It was great, to be able to cum, I mean, on such a nice thick pole while it was up inside my vagina, all thick and hot and greasy and all. It was really nice.
"But then I don't know what happened next. I know, but I don't. I mean John came in and he started hitting and all. Not just Nick, either. He was on the rampage. There we were, running around nude, trying to keep from getting socked in the eye. My titties were bouncing and it was quite a scene. I don't know what to make of it now. I just wish my eye would start to feel better. That's how it got all puffy. John hit me there. See how black and blue it is?
"I don't know what to do, Doctor, whether to go home to my husband's spike or to go out with Nick and hope his wife wants to leave him. I sure do like fucking a lot of different guys and, well, the thing is, that now that I got started, I'd kind of like...."
CASE NUMBER FIVE
Doctor: Ferguson
Patient: Olga S., seventeen years old.
"I don't care that he married me because I'm Swedish. You know why? Because I married him because he's American. It's very simple, no? Yes!
"You see, he was on vacation, eh? He was traveling, worried about himself and his friend, and I was smart enough to shake my hips and wake him up a little, make him stop his worrying. I was only fifteen then, but I could see, just like I can see right now, what kind of nonsense he had grown up with. He was afraid, don't you know it, to let me see that his meat was tumescent when I first touched him. That is not good. In my country, we always admit when we are excited by someone, and that makes for very peaceful marriages, you know?
"He didn't fuck so good, either, when we first met. Of course, by the time we finished our honeymoon, he screwed better than any Swedish man could, but that was because of me. Yes, Doctor, me, Olga, I showed him with my own teenager body what to do and how to make love, and now, now he goes out with children, leaves me alone in front of the boob tube and I have nothing to do but weep for him. It is a crime, and I won't put up with it any more. You know that, don't you, Doctor! I won't put up with his infidelity any more.
"One time I saw him making love to a child girl. She was no older than fourteen. I swear it This little girl was rather well built, as you Americans say, with large breasts and big nipples. Of course, her skin was with pimples, in some places, but on her legs and her face and her chest, she was all smooth. She was a pretty child, I have to admit but it was not much fun for me to watch my new husband fucking her like that. He had his cock all the way up her twat and he was telling her, as he had once told me, that he loved her madly, and that he especially loved her mind and her body. I didn't believe my ears, but there it was, sure as the sky above, my husband who I had only just taught how to screw was out doodling with a child. I nearly wanted to cry, it was so frustrating. And the little girl? As for her, she was pleased as punch to discover what a splendid fuck my husband's penis could give her young little pussy. It was quite something, and not at all that nice for me to watch. I left and never told him about that time that I had caught him like that.
"Of course, as much as it hurt me to sit home at nights when he went out with these floozy girls, I did that For a while. But soon I grew bored. I started out by masturbating. In my country to jack off is natural. I know many good ways to make my pussy hot and my clitoris runny. I just use my fingers, too, and never any silly tools. It is ridiculous to use those rubber things and those plastic ones. I am a naturalist but sometimes, while fucking with a man, then I think that maybe a dildo is not so bad, just for variety. But when I masturbate, I play with my fingers. I spread my legs out just as I did when I was only twelve years old, and I pump my little fingers up and down across that piece of flesh. My clit, it is called here, it goes up and down very soon.
"Then, when I am hot and lusty, sort of, I pull my knees up, like this. You see? I pull up my knees and I spread my legs. Like this. I put my finger in at just the right angle and I screw away, I make myself so hot I never forget it Just like when I was twelve years old. It's very nice, no?
"Well, you know that my husband once found me doing that and he said to me that I was a little Swedish tramp. That's right. He goes out and screws with other girls and he comes home and sees me trying to get a little satisfaction, and he calls me a foreigner and a tramp. I think I should divorce him right away quick. I mean it is a shame for me to put up with such terrible sexist pig nonsense. I think he knows what I mean, too, when I tell him he is a sexual capitalist You know what I am talking about?
"So, he goes out on many occasions with a pretty girl, a young girl, an older woman, whatever. I don't care. I start to see other men. I let them pick me up at the house, but around the corner, so that my husband will see me for sure, but I pretend that he doesn't know. It is a silly game, but I get to see a man this way, and I also make my husband jealous.
"As for what men I see, there are several now. One is an older fellow with a strong muscle. He fancies himself quite a lover, and I believe he is. From my experience with him, I can tell that he knows his way around a young girl. He knows how to get my cunt hole juicing, and he also knows what to do with my anus. Not many American men know how to work with a young woman's ass hole, you know, Doctor, so I am quite proud of this particular lover and his lovely ways of making me have my orgasms.
"He usually takes me back to his house and there we eat dinner and drink wine until we are quite drunk. By then my titties are hanging out of my blouse and my hands are all over his American crotch. I rub his member, play with it through his trousers until he begs me to suck him off. Then, slowly but surely, I take his pants off. I get the belt first, and I rub his buns while I do it. Then I get his zipper down, and once I used my teeth for this. You should have seen the look on his old face. He never, not in all his many long years, had a woman do that for him. I then went and pulled his underwear down. Of course, I was careful to give his buns and his anal crotch a little rubbing on the way down, just to be sure that I had all of his body hot and zesty before we began. It was quite something to see his boner sticking out and to see my titties all upright and ready for rubbing like that.
"He was anxious, on that particular occasion, to get my nipples going. He always uses his fingers to rub my nipples, and sometimes he rubs too hard even. I like it though, the way he gets me all massaged and all ready to fuck like that Of course, I usually will take his cock into my face and tongue it with my lips and my mouth muscle. I like doing that, getting that thick boner of his hot and hard. His balls get stiff, and I like to lick them a little, to play with them and make him tickle and sexy and everything nice. He says sometimes that because I am Swedish he likes to hear me speak, so I say a few four-letter words in Swedish, and he smiles. Then I suck him some more.
"Soon he is hot, my old lover, and I have him get down on the carpet with me. It seems to me that his eyes are especially open wide today, so I give him a big long Swedish-French kiss, one that I know he will like because I get my long narrow wet tongue sliding up and down in his mouth until he starts sucking back on it. Then I feel his hands reaching forward and grabbing onto my titties, and this makes me even hotter than before. My heart is about to jump out of my chest and go I don't know where.
"Next he usually flings me down on the carpet I like to see an elderly man getting hot like this. He throws me down on the living room floor and he spreads out my blonde legs, he makes me want him so much! He flicks my little clitoris with his fingers, just to be sure, and then he takes and pops that nasty tool of his into my hot little Swedish pie I love to feed that snorter of his, to give that mushroom nose head a good rubbing with my cunt hole.
"I have very strong muscles in me, everyone says so. And it is with these muscles which I make a lot of friends. I work their cock so hard with my long inside flesh that they very soon realize what a nice thing it is that I am Swedish. You know how I mean, now, don't you? I rub very hard, with lots of slippery oily clitoris juice there, of course, and then I shake my titties and rub my pelvis up and down so that the inside of my cunt hole will go rolling on their cock, eh? It's very nice for everybody. I like to screw that way, that way when everyone makes themselves very, very hot and very, very sexy. If s the most fun like that, you know. It really is.
"Anyhow, I have other boyfriends now besides my older man friend. I have a young lover who is only thirty-two. Of course, he is much older than I am, still, but he give me some of the best fucking I could ever ask for. He is a big man, and blond, like me, and with broad shoulders and very strong hands. He uses his strong hands to turn me over and make me from the back side. I used not to like that, but now that I have spent some time with this man I like it very much. It gives me much pleasure to have such a muscle as his up my asshole. You know what I mean? He works it in and out and makes me feel very much alive with his hot cock stick. It goes down deep, all the way into my bowels, and though my husband doesn't very often fuck me this way, I have come to like it very much. The more fuck sword there is in my asshole, the better it feels.
"Sometimes, Ralph, that is his name, Ralph takes me for a ride in his car. We go to the mountains or to the lakes and enjoy ourselves on the way. I don't mind going down on him while we drive, and he likes it like that, likes the excitement of traveling and being blown at the same time. I like to blow him this way, like to give him all of my mouth in his lap while he travels around the sharp turns, up and down the jagged roads. It's very exciting for both of us. I kind of like the idea of flying off a cliff while sucking him off. What better way to go?
"Another reason I like to suck off Ralph is that I know he will have more fuck for me when we arrive. Of course, I didn't know that when I first went out with him, and I feared, like many other men, he would have me suck him and that would be it, for the night, for the rest of the week, whatever. But I went ahead anyhow, and took his joint between my teeth and my lips and rolled it up and down in my face until he was good and lusty. Then I gave him my tongue, rubbed my mouth muscle up and down on that thick stem of his, and before I could even guess what he was going to do next, he was firing off inside my face. I liked the taste of that hot juice of his, all of it going down inside my neck and getting all the way into my belly. It was very exciting to be there with his muscle throbbing in my throat like that, the jism runny and hot and sticky and all.
"After that he took me on a bed and had me spread out my legs. He put his joint alongside my thigh and worked it up and down. I was surprised because I had just given him fellatio, and I wasn't expecting that he would be fucking me so soon afterwards. But sure enough, he got his mouth going on my lips and my titties, and he got his cock going on my long legs. It was quite a thrill, and the header proved to be just a little warm-up for him, just a little something to get us both started.
"Now the real thing with Ralph, that was the fucking he did in my twat. I never would have expected such a young man to know all the ins and outs of good Swedish screwing, but he certainly did. He knew just how to get his muscle going at full speed in my twat hole, and he knew how to rub everything that was there. It didn't take him long to have my clitoris standing up like a little tower. I enjoyed that a lot. He gave me a great deal of pleasure with his big penis, rubbing it in and out from my cave like that I could hardly keep still, and besides, why should I?
"Soooo, I got up and started rubbing his cock in and out of my vagina. I worked very hard to give him a long feel of my precious interior muscles. The sides of his boner went together with the insides of my pussy. It was a long rubbing, just about perfect. I enjoyed the way his penis would get inside the folds of my pussy, get inside and spread them out and make me feel more alive than ever. It was nice. Nice and hot that is, "On another occasion he showed me about my asshole. I had fucked up the bunghole in Sweden and America before, but not with much difference. But Ralph seemed to want to try out some new method or something. So I was willing to, as you say, go along for the ride. That was how we got started that way.
"He brought some juice, something called Glo-Lube, and he spread it around on my fanny, all around my anus, and he made sure that it was spread all over my buns, too. It took about five minutes for him to get me properly lubricated, but it was really worth it. I mean, everywhere he pressed his fingers it felt so very, very good. He rubbed his fingers between my buns, up and down the crack, and then he pushed his finger into my sphincter muscle and he filled my ass hole with all that digit stuff of his. I just can't tell you-oh, God, it was like being with a Swedish man all over again. He knew just how to make my little bunghole feel like a crater, a crater of love. It was quite delicious.
"After Ralph spread the lubricant up and down my buns, and everything was as soft and silky as could be, then he took his cock and put it down between my buttocks. Yes indeed, he put it right in there, and he filled up that little slot, and before I knew it, everything about my anus was slippery and easy going. I just loved it. It was the perfect kind of little play for my ass hole. I was quite surprised by the success of that sliding of his, the way his penis went rubbing and pumping along in my crevice. It was quite a move for him to make, very brave and very demonstrative of his talents. After all, how many men are there who really and truly know how to use their cocks like magic wands? Who know how to go rubbing here, there, and everywhere to make a young Swedish girl as happy as Ralph makes me?
"Oh, my, it was quite wonderful, and I'd have never known about what a good lover the American male can be if I didn't fuck Ralph like this. He soon had his meaty mushroom head bulging into my sphincter. Then he began to really show off, taking my anal tube and making that little narrow slot into a perfect little play hole, a perfect little place for love making, He just spread it all open and everything and dove right in. It was the most terrific sensation a Swedish teenage wife could possibly have. You know what I mean? It was, as you say in California, super and bitchin'. I loved it.
"Ralph, I think he liked it too. He kept rubbing up and down like that, grabbing around my hips and taking my little clitoris, which by now was not so little any more, and he was rubbing it up and down and doing my titties at the same time. It was quite a pleasant rubbing he was giving me, and the biggest part of it was in my asshole. I just will never forget that delightful little rubbing he made of my cooker like that, and I don't think he will either.
"There were a great many times, and there still are, when Ralph took it upon himself to give me pleasure up my asshole. I hope that he continues to do that kind of thing, just because it makes us both feel so sexy and so important to each other. You know what I mean? I hope you don't think I'm nasty.
"There is another lover I have, and his name is Ernest. He likes to play with guns and that kind of thing, and he always takes me fishing and hunting. He is a big man, and he claims to be quite famous. I tend to doubt that because I never heard his name anywhere. Not in Sweden, or the United States.
"But that doesn't matter so much. The important thing to me is that he knows what to do with Olga's pussy. He can take it and make it juicy just by looking at it. Last week, for an instance, he takes my legs open and he looks in. I don't know how or why, but I feel a burning sensation. He knows his business, this Ernest does, and he knows how to make me hot. Maybe he is famous. If he is not, he should be for the way he makes a Swedish girl's twat hole get to boiling.
"One time he took my clitoris in his tongue. He curled that mouth muscle of his all around the little twat-penis and sucked it into his lips. I nearly jumped off the bed, it was so strong a sensation. I felt so good. I opened my legs and gave him the room to put it in. He put it all the way down in there, all the way to the back of my hole. What a tongue! I tell you! It was super good! I loved it, all of it, and to show him that, I rolled my hips and made him laugh with my little flying handle, my clit muscle. It was twitching all by itself.
"He reached up and took my titties, just to make sure, eh? He rolled the nipples and tossed my breasts from right to left. He made them go in circles, and it didn't take long for me to be so fucking hot I just couldn't tell you about it. It was one of the best fucks I ever got, you know that? One of the best ever! He had my twat hole in his mouth, and he had my titties in his fingers. Nothing could have been better. Except maybe he could have put one hand on my ass hole, which he did a minute later. He put a finger up my anus and wormed it around. He made my little ass hole open up. My buttocks just spread out and open and presto, he had his finger all the way up inside there like it was home plate, as you say. It was, for real, a home run.
"My insides started to gush. I was very oily. I pulled him up, up by the ears, and I put his face between my titties, and I rolled him between my breasts to make sure he appreciated the good treatment I was giving him. Finally, I gave him a good handful of massage on his moon. I rubbed that hairy thing of his until he speared me. That's when I had what I wanted-when he put that thing of his all the way into my vagina.
"Now: I was nice and slippery; and, he was good and stiff; and, we both wanted to cum! You can imagine how hot we both got, how fast, eh? Especially since he had that huge flesh prong of his, that mighty flesh log that it was-he had that thing all the way up inside my front side, and he had in the other side, in my ass hole, a good long finger. There was no kidding about this particular fuck. It was going to be nearly a perfect cuming, a Swedish orgy, the kind of love making that a young Swedish child like me can only thrill to.
"Oh, did I ever! I got chills and my insides got all slippery, and my titties were upright-oh, it was grand and glorious! I'll never forget the smell in that room when we finished. I mean we must have been fucking for an hour or two by the time we both had our orgasms. It was delicious. It was like the best exercise ever.
"Now there was one boy who I wish I never met. His name was Chris. He was a little faggot type, but not really. He had these white spindly legs, with little tennis muscles in his thighs, and little tennis muscles in his shoulders and arms. He had greyish brown hair-the way a young man can have it and look young, but if it were on an old man it would look like his hair was rotting. Anyhow, he had a nice little Mommy's boy's set of dimples, and he used to smile sort of funny or something. I don't know. But he did have a big delicious cock, and that was how I got to know him.
"A friend of mine, a nurse, told us that this boy Chris was into her hospital for inspection. She wasn't usually impressed by the men who came there because they were usually sick, and if they weren't sick, well, they were just there for a quick physical for insurance or something, but in any event she was never terribly impressed because she was always seeing a man naked-this man, that man, all the men, even the doctors, because she was a nurse and no one paid her no mind.
"Well, one day this guy Chris was one of the physicals, and he was getting inspected by the doctor on duty. My friend was sitting down taking notes as the doctor dictated and she happened to look up and see Chris's genitals. She very nearly fell off the floor. She screamed and took off out the inspection door and didn't come back until the following day. Finally, a week later, she called me up and told me all about this guy Chris, about his wild muscle and about his big mushroom head. I didn't know what to make of it until she finished by telling me that I was Swedish and so was probably used to seeing such a big hard muscles. I thanked her, but declined to take any more than the man's telephone number. (She'd wanted to describe his penis in full detail.)
"I called him up and we made a date. I was so happy to meet him-you have no idea. It was true about his pecker. You could tell just from looking at his crotch. The whole trousers were predominant with that muscle. His penis was quite large, and it looked to me that we were going to be having some good times. I explained to him that I was married, that I had a very jealous husband, and he told me that I should be less worried about my husband than about his wife. I thought that was a wimpy thing to say, but I didn't mind, really. I laughed. All I really wanted was to use that big hard-on of his, just once, and be done with it.
"Well, I got my chance. After a movie we went to a hotel room. We checked in as one couple, and I nearly ate off Chris's pants to get a look at that boner. I unsnapped his trousers and pulled the big hog into public viewing. It was a monster, just as we had suspected, just as my nurse friend had told me. It was long and fat, like a big boa snake. It had a bigger, even bigger head. And the fattest part, except for the spongy pink mushroom head was the base. The base of the meat was very friendly looking. I liked that part the best, and it was there, on the root of that giant thing, that I started my chomping. I really did bite into it, a little too hard, I'm afraid, and that started Chris to complaining. There was no stopping him once he began like that.
"But I licked his .asshole and he ceased the bleating for a little while. I went back to sucking on his joint and kissing the mushroom head, but if I went anywhere too close to the thick root bottom, he got all upset. I stayed away from there, then, and kept his balls played with my fingers, his mushroom head licked with my tongue.
"Pretty soon I was kissing his little pink titties. He didn't have much hair on his chest, and I didn't like much the feel of his clammy skin. But I kept a good hold on that thick boner of his, just held onto it, and rubbed it with my hand, pulled on it like it was a gear shift handle from time to time, and that kept old Chris happy while we kissed awkwardly, embracing some of the time, and, in general, just trying to get to know each other. Why, I'm not sure.
"After a little while I pulled his hog head against my leg, pressed it up and down alongside my twat and prepared him to come inside me, I wanted that most of all, to have his meaty penis rubbing inside my pussy. Chris was working out on my chest, every now and then, so it wasn't too much trouble to get his joint going in the right direction. Soon enough I had the hammer of flesh sliding up and down between my labial lips. He got the thick head part up against my clitoris and I nearly started swearing in Swedish. Now you have to remember how big a muscle this man had. It was enough to tie a tent up with, that big of a steak. I loved it.
"Anyhow, he started sliding this foot long penis into my body. I nearly jumped off the bed, but I couldn't because he had me pinned down with it, nailed in place, tacked to the mattress. What a fucking spike it was! No matter which way it slid in and out of my body, there was no way for me to get free. That monster phallus was doing me in completely. It wouldn't take much more of it pressing into my hole to just plain stab me to death, to staple me to the bed.
"He let up a little and started throbbing. That thrusting spurting muscle of his showered the inside of my body with hot sperm juice. I was so turned on that I didn't know what to do, to laugh or to cry, but I knew I was in love. Just the size of that hot poker had done it for me. You know that? Just the fact that it was a big meat and that he knew how to use it on me. I was in love with that man.
"Well, we made our vows and all that kind of thing in our post-orgasmic rush. But that was all. We never really meant it, I guess, and I never saw him again.
"My husband often asks me if I would like to go out with other men, to see a little bit more of America. You know, go out and see this or that man and have a kind of open marriage and all.
"But I tell him no, that I really wouldn't like to have an open marriage. I never felt right about that kind of thing in Sweden, and I don't feel any better about it here in America. After all, I have two big titties and a nice friendly pussy that gets opened up enough as it is. I don't know what would happen if I had an open marriage. Probably my husband would take my body and sell me to beautiful lesbian girls in exchange for fuck privileges. I don't know. Sometimes I think it's terrible to lie, but then I get a big cock in my pussy, and I get to sliding and rolling on it, and I'm so happy, so very, very happy that I am here in America that I just can't say...."
CASE NUMBER SIX
Doctor: Mitchell
Patient: Susie N., sixteen years old.
"I married him because I was in love. That was all. Charley and I were very, very much in love. Now I know that must sound very strange in these modern times and all, especially coming from a hippy freak like me, but I really do love Charley. Or I used to, anyhow.
"I mean it would be hard not to love my husband. He had a big dick and he's a good looking guy. He has plenty of money. What more could I ask for?
"You know what? Some people say we look alike, like brothers and sisters or something. It must be because I have dark hair like his, and dark eyes, and we both have ivory complexions. Maybe it's because we both like to screw so much. Maybe he knows I do. Of course, he knows. I mean we're married. He sees me screw all the time. How could he not know how much I like it?
'I'll never forget the time that I went out with his father. He doesn't know about this, so don't tell him. You have to never tell him about this because he'd probably blow my brains out. Anyhow ... I went out with Mr. N. because, well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. I mean, Charley was out of the house on business. I didn't know what it would be like, but I knew that I was awfully horny with Charley away, and Mr. N., well, he's a pretty handsome fellow in his own right.
"So I went with him. His first name's Chas. So me and Chas go back to his apartment. He has his hands all over me before we even get sitting down in the sofa up there. Now I don't mind that so much, but I would like to take off my skirt and keep it from getting wrinkled and all. He lets me up and I put my skirt over the chair. Then I have to take off my blouse and my bra and all that kind of thing. You know, the usual. Anyhow, I get all that stuff off and I'm standing there naked. Then the old man gets up, Chas gets up and he looks at me like he's gone crazy or something. Right away I knew I had trouble, I knew it wasn't going to be a real thing between us. He's some kind of kinky nut or something.
"But I go along with him because I'm worried about it, you know? Worried because maybe hell tell Charley if I don't go along with it. He grabs me and takes me into his bedroom. I don't see anybody else's stuff around so I begin to feel sorry for die old man, that age and all, and living alone and everything, and I just go with him to where he wants me to. I watch him.
"He's got me stretched out on the bed, and I'm watching him undress. He takes out this big muscle, a big rod if ever I saw one, and if s really thick and then he comes over next to me. He sits down on the side of the bed and he rubs my arms. He says that I'm the hottest teenager he ever did see, and that he's gonna really enjoy stroking my mound and putting a finger into my vagina. I said that I thought that was really nice of him, and I take his hand, I took his finger and robbed it up against my clitoris. You know? Right up against all the slippery stuff? I gave him a good feel of my insides, and would you believe it? This big cherry colored blush comes into the old man's face, and his boner is all the way up around his belly button, and his fingers are still going full speed in my cooker. Boy oh boy! What a kick it was to see Charley's Dad getting all turned on and blushing and everything!
"Well, he climbs up on my belly and he puts that boner of his into my hole. He slides it right in. Popo! It was nice. He got it all the way down deep in just one shot. Not even Charley nowadays does that every time. It was a super good shot on Chas's part. I liked it. Anyhow, he's got my legs open and he's got his penis all the way down inside, down between my pussy lips, and he's jamming it up and back and making sure that my clitoris is getting a A-l slide. You know, up and down along side the meaty little twat button he rolls that flesh log of his, and it's like as if I'm going to be going all day long with that muscle of his jerking around between my labia lips. I mean, it was really moving fast!
"Well, I started to gushing almost from the word go. I mean I was getting so damn hot and making so damn much noise that Chas had to about shut me up. I was really surprised. I mean, I thought it would be some of the old in and out, but it wasn't. It was a first class pussy ream with a boner thick enough to make pier pilings out of. He had a telephone pole log converted into a sex organ, is what he had, alright. It was fabulous, and it snaked me out like Mr. Rootor would have. I loved every foot of that muscle. He wound it up like a garden hose when he was all finished, and he yanked out the last couple of inches and his head nozzle like it was just so much old time work in a man-hole, like he had just finished fixing the plumbing or something, casual as the day is long, not a worry or a fret or nothing. And he lays back and smokes hisself a cigarette. Simple as pie.
"Well, you can imagine the look on my face. I been married to Charley for like ten months and he never been so casual as his Daddy was that day. And Charley, well, he wasn't the first dude I ever spread my legs for, but now I know one thing for sure-he ain't gonna be the last, neither. I mean, there I was, getting me a good pot full of hot juicy meat boner from an old man twice Charley's age and it was good, really good, and it was soft and gentle and just right, and now I'm supposed to sit around and wait to get some more like that? No way. Not on your life, buster. I wouldn't wait for a church mouse to steal cheese, in this case.
"Not that Charley can't do it up right. Don't get me wrong. Why sure, just the other night he came into the bedroom and plopped down alongside me. I was naked as a fly-and he took to rubbing my arms and making my titties all shiny and everything. He polished up my nipples, and he made sure that my chest was about as warm and tender as could be. You know that? I mean he worked up and down my mammaries until I was hot. I mean hot! He knew what he was doing, you know? He knew exactly how to get me going and how to make me get hot. And he hadn't even used his fingers on my pussy yet! How about that? Jes' from rubbin my belly and from making my titties with his lips and his fingers, he got me that hot. All fired up, I was, and ready to go rolling down there between his legs, ready to give him a rubbin' and a suckin' that he would never forget, jes' because he knew how to touch me and make me just so hot as I could never forget him at all. It was nice.
"Pretty soon I had that muscle of his, had it good right between my lips, up against my tonsils, just about, and I was working it up and down, sucking it down deep, making sure it was getting all the way inside my face the way it was supposed to be doing. I was having a good old time, really good, getting that big stiff thing into me like that. All it took was a little rubbing on his part. All I needed was that rubbing from his joint in my mouth.
"You know what? He popped right off. I had him around the buns and he started squirting into my throat. Lordee Be! I tell you! It was something. That meat of his was throbbing and spurting like it was the fourth of Bicentennial July. It was a cuming and a shovin' down my throat. All that meat was getting firm and triggering a nice send off for me. It was a one, two, three, and kapowie! There was hot cum everywhere. I just couldn't hold onto all of that, and I couldn't seem to get my timin' down the way it was supposed to be. It was drivin' me crazy, you know, but finally, after some of it went dripping and all, I got his muscle back in place and managed to get the rest of that scuz into me and I swallowed.
"Afterwards, we took to doing some regular screwing. You know, up the twat and that kind of thing. Now Charley may not be the most exciting lay in the world, but he sure does get to steaming it up every now and then, and this was one of those times. He planked that muscle into my hole, shoved it all the way down, and if it wasn't hard when he first put it in, well, it was hard by the time it got to the back of my hole. Yes ma'am, I mean to be sittin' here and telling you, Doc, that muscle filled me right up. All the way to my pubes. I loved it.
"Now Charley, he fucked me silly for a little while, rubbing that log and rolling it up and down against my clitoris and between my labial lips. Not any one thing in the whole world could have made me happier right then. Not a thing. I had everything I wanted. I had my arms wrapped around Charley, and I had my pussy open with his hog in me, and I had my legs spread with his hips bopping up and down into my pussy, and I had his penis all the way back inside my tubes, and I even had his finger up my asshole tube-so how could I have had more than that? I ask you-how could I have had more than all of that there?
"But I did! Charley was whispering, between huffs and puffs he was whispering to me and he was saying: 'Fuck, Susie. O, fuck, baby. Fuck and suck and eat. O, fuck, Susie, baby. O, fuck.' Well, you know, I just don't have to tell you how that deep voice of his talking dirty like that made me so damn hot. I just can't tell you. My cunt hole started to juicing, and my clitoris started flicking up and down like a mad worm or something, and it just went wild. Everything went crazy and far out. I was just in heaven.
"My hips started banging up against his crotch. Then I pulled away from him, and I showed him he could do it from the other side, that he could get that meat of his in from the back. So to do that I had to spread my legs open for him, had to show him my tube from that side, and I did it, too. I reached back and pulled those little twat lips of mine open and had him take a look at my hairy wet oily pie hole. He could see it alright, and there was no kidding him about it either. It was wet and steaming. Maybe there was even some smoke coming out of it, I don't know for sure. But I was hot and the entire room was filled with nice steam like that, with lots of aroma and stuff. It was really nice, and Charley, he started to fingering me from that end, with one finger for my little worm hole, and with one big finger for my cunt tube. It was perfect. I loved that, the way he did both at once, and he could tell.
"After he used his fingers, he went for my vagina with his cock. He took that jumbo tool of his and he put it in there. He rubbed it all the way down inside, so far in that he got into the back cave. He filled me up and made sure that his mushroom head was giving me a good pounding. I really mean it. He filled me up completely. I know how I was going to tell you that there are better lovers than Charley, but on that day, that day when he fucked me like this, with all of his spongy hammer, well, there weren't anybody better anywhere.
"Except for another guy named Charley. It's a coincidence, but one of my lovers, his name is Charley too. How about that? Funny, eh? And he's so good to me! You wouldn't believe it! I met him in a bar. He had on funny little white socks and corduroy livies or something. I liked him the minute I saw him. He used to talk funny, he told me when I sat down next to him and we'd gotten to know each other a bit, and that was why he was at a bar. But the first thing he said when I sat down was, well, he whistled. He just out and out called with his lips this terrible screech. I liked it. I got chills from it. Then he stammered and stuttered and told me how he used to talk funny.
"Of course, Charley my lover didn't realize it, but he still talked funny. But that wasn't what mattered to me, not really. What mattered to me was how he made love-not how he talked. I wanted a lover. I wanted a man who was going to try and satisfy me whenever I would call him and give him a chance to do so. I put my hand into his lap, even as we sat with our drinks at the bar, and I found his penis. It was ready, willing to accept a little rubbing, and awfully big about it, too.
"It didn't take a hell of a long time for Charley's joint to get up to the size of a full erection. I told him that we should go someplace and be alone. He agreed, naturally, and followed my ass-I really shook it for him-out the bar door and into my car. I drove us to the nearest slatternly hotel available. We went upstairs and took a room that wasn't fit for a spider's nest. It was the best we could do on such short notice.
"Charley, he stammered and stuttered a bit about the stuffed pillows, but I came over and took the pillows out of his hands and tossed them back on the bed where they came from. I told him we didn't come to feel up the pillows, we came to feel up each other. I got down on my knees and started things off just right, with a casual little rubbing to Charley's shaking loins. I don't know why, but he was a bit nervous. Maybe he was fooling around on somebody, too, that night, but I don't know for sure so I guess I shouldn't say that.
"I got his belt undone and got into his pants. He did have a big hot penis, and it was ready for travelling games. That much was obvious. I got up and turned down the lights before I did anything else. I wanted to be just a little bit romantic, even if the room didn't imply that it was possible. I got his joint after that, after I turned off the lights, and I got it good. I got it right between my lips for a tender little sucking. A minute later I had the head of that meat way down inside my face. Oh, gosh, but that was nice!
"I used my hands to play around with his butt cheeks. I think he had pretty nice buttocks and no one had ever played with them before. You can tell stuff like that. I don't think anyone had got a hold on his ass loaves before. He just pretended, though, that he was accustomed to that kind of good treatment. I didn't let on I knew otherwise.
"When I finished blowing him-Charley, he told me to stand up so I could be kissed. I was happy to hear that, and I opened my mouth and closed my eyes. I just waited like that, and just when I was beginning, to feel pretty dumb and all, Charley, he laid a whopper of a kiss on my left boob. Boy oh boy, did he kiss me hard or what? I practically nearly went wild. I opened my eyes and looked down at the back of his head. He was all blushing red in his neck, and I took hold of him there and pressed him even harder into my chest. That was a nice feeling, really nice, and I know he liked it too. I could tell by the way he sucked so hard on my nipple and all. He even left a hickey, heart-shaped and all. I loved it.
"From then on it was pure sex. We stripped and everything, completely naked and jumped into bed. Charley, he came climbing up between my legs, rubbing them and getting the smoothest part of them all hot and covered with goose flesh. It wasn't long after that when he started getting his prick into me. He rubbed me first, with his hands, and then he put that meat poker of his all the way down my channel.
"I'll tell you right now I never felt something like that before. It was bent funny or something. It rubbed right up against my clit without Charley's even trying. You know what I mean? He just went in and out. It looked like a boomerang and it went sliding up and down against my clitoris without his even trying. I was quite amazed to see that, to see the way it went rubbing against my meaty little twat, penis without his having to work at it He was better than some guys who fuck you with a dildo. You know that? Better than guys who finger me into orgasm. He just seemed to know what to do and when and how to do it. That's what I liked about him, and that's why I like to fool around still.
"I mean why should I sit at home and not get a little if I can? I sit around with Charley my husband and he's good to me and all, but there are all these other dudes out there, and they all got big meats and they all like to fuck and suck me off-why shouldn't I go out and get a feel of what the rest of these guys have to offer me? Is that so wrong? Isn't it better to go out there and get felt up and do a little rubbing of my own than it is to sit around and pretend I don't want it? I mean that's how people get sick, you know. They just sit around and they don't fuck and they don't suck and they don't get reamed and they don't do nothin' but maybe a little kissin', and their cells go bad, see? They get rotten inside their lungs or something, and then kapowie! They're sickies. All on account of not getting any sexual exercise.
"I'd rather play with a masturbator than with a virgin. You know that? I'd rather get a masturbator to fuck with and be able to have him roll his dick up and down in my pussy, and that way I'd have something nice, and I'd know the guy was healthy, but a virgin guy, why, he could be sick as a dog already, just from sitting around and thinking about it instead of going out and getting some.
"Speaking of masturbators, I once had a guy who was into that. I mean that was all he wanted to do, was jerk off on me. At first I thought it was gonna be damn weird and all, but it turned out o.k. What he really liked was to jack off one time while he was looking at you, and then, the other times, he would fuck regular-up the asshole or the pussy, you know.
"So he got me up to his place, and I knew he was some sort of pervert, just from the way he held my hand, and he got me to sit on his bed. I asked him if he didn't want to fuck, and he said he preferred just to look at me. So I knew again that something was a little strange there, but I didn't say anything. Then I saw that from the way he was sitting, sort of crouched in front of me, that he wasn't just playing with the matches he was holding, but that the matches were a camouflage for his cock which was bulging in his pants, in the crotch. Behind his hands was his lump in his trousers, and he was getting a blush on in his face. And all he was doing was looking at me.
"Well, you know I was flattered. At first. But then I realized what was going on. I mean, he was sitting there thinking himself off. He was gonna ' cum just from looking at me. Maybe he didn't mind doing it that way but I thought it was a powerful waste of jism, you know? So I told him so, and he said that business about the first time and all, and I said that that was o.k. with me, but that we both had to be naked to do it, just so I could see it happen. If he wanted to jack off and look at me, like some guys do in a magazine or something, that was alright, but we both had to be in our birthday suits. He agreed to that and we got undressed.
"He already had a big hard-on, and this time when he crouched down and looked at me I could tell he was uncomfortable and all. I showed him my twat and told him he should sit back and relax. His eyes got all puffy and everything when I said that, like as if I had done him some big favor or something. Anyhow, he stretched out and got more comfortable, and then he started pulling on his meat. He was getting really red and all. I started strutting around in front of him, walking back and forth and taking on different positions that I thought make him hot and lusty.
"I leaned over in front of him and hung my titties down so that he could see how big the nipples are. I have really huge nipples, if I do say so myself, and I kind of enjoy showing them off. So I did that with this dude and he went wild. He took one look at those two nipples and those big dark moon caps, and he loved them.
"Then I turned around and showed him my other side. I reached back, just like the girlie models do, and I pulled my buns open and showed off my sphincter hole. He could see right up in there, I'm pretty sure, and he had a good view of my hairy open and wet vagina, too. It was all there, all of it ready for him. I just kept it all open and all hot and greasy, and he could do any damn thing he wanted with it, and what he liked to do with it was to jack off. At least the first time.
"When I turned around he was dark red in the face, and his muscle was squirting off. He was ejaculating at my body, spurting those cream bullets at me, making me drip with jism. I couldn't figure out how he was doing it, just from looking and all, but he was. Then when it was all over, he told me to come down there with him and make him happy again.
"I did. I got down and sucked on his flesh tube, really jammed it into my face and went wild for it. I sucked it up hard and made sure it was clean and ready for some of the real thing. It was, too. It only took a minute. It got hard and stiff. I rubbed my titties on it after that, and the muscle was about as big and expanded as it could be. I like that, when the tip gets hot and red and everything.
"Anyhow, he stretched out and I got up over him. I showed him my twat and reached down to hold onto that meat of his. That muscle was big and ready. My cunt was open and hot and juicy. It was ready, too. I sat right down on that joint I worked it into my pussy as I crouched over his pelvis. It went shooting up into my body, up inside my slippery groove. I took that entire flesh banana into my vagina, and then I sat down even harder. I got all of it to go grinding inside my tube. Then I was sure to make it go against my clitoris.
"You know how I love that clit rubbing and that massage on my upper ceiling and vagina. Well, this was a perfect example of that. It went all along the inside of my pussy, and it went sliding and rubbing. He reached up and grabbed my titties and he pulled me down to kiss him. I wasn't sure if he really liked that, or I'd have done it myself earlier. But he did like it, and the kissing was just as nice as the fucking in my cunt hole. He had a hand wrapped around my butt, too, and he knew what to do with his fingers. He pushed his finger up into my asshole and he said pretty things in my ears. Yeah, I liked that guy, and I wonder sometimes if I'll ever see him again.
"There was another fellow who Charley didn't know about...."
CASE NUMBER SEVEN
Doctor: Silver
Patient: Ellen G., fifteen years old.
"To tell you the truth Doctor, I don't care why he married me. I really don't. The sex is fabulous, he takes care of me, and he gives me money and freedom. What more could I ask for?
"It's true that every now and then I miss the kids at school. But so what? I can go over there if I want to. Or I can sit home and have them come to me.
"Last week, for example ... this young fellow I've always liked came over to the house. His name is Benny. Benny and I have always been good friends and all, so it wasn't any big deal that he came over. He sat on the living room sofa and I sat across from him. Naturally, I crossed my legs and made my skirt come up high, so he could see my thighs and everything, and it worked nice, too. Benny blushed all red and everything, and it wasn't long after that we two of us were on the floor rolling around together.
"I said exactly what I was supposed to say, that I was married and that I didn't know if I should be doing that kind of thing anymore, and that I was having my fun with my husband, with Larry, but Benny, he didn't listen to me. He just kept pawing my chest, rubbing his fingers into my titties, and having himself a grand old time with my nipples. I didn't want to stop him, either. Some people say I'm big for my age, you know? But really, I just happen to have big tits. The rest of me is small or slender, anyhow, and Benny, he's always liked my titties. And I always liked to have him touch them. So why should I get married and deny myself that just on account of some silly old institution, eh? I mean really!
"Well, I'm sorry I got so carried away there. That's one of my pet peeves. But I did get a nice rubbing from Benny that day. Do you know what he did after he finished rubbing my nipples? Well, I took my blouse off and showed him that I was not wearing any bra. Then I spread my legs apart and showed him that I was not wearing any underwear. Nothing. No thing at all. He looked and he smiled and gave my little twat a finger, one finger right at it, rubbing it and making me feel awfully damn good that way. I don't know why, but he just sort of laid out there, between my legs. I mean my legs were spread out and he was between them. He had my thighs to play with, and he didn't. He had everything to play with, but all he did was go rubbing at it, at my, my, ah, my clitoris.
"I just laid there and let him do it. I didn't know what to say or do or what. It was kind of nice, but I was worried. What if Larry came home? If he saw Benny fingering me like that, Larry would go crazy. I didn't know what to say. But I couldn't say anything really. I just sort of laid there and let him get going really fast. Because that felt nicest. I liked that when he kept poking my twat with his finger, and when he kept rubbing the clit that way. It made me feel red all over. It was great fun.
"Well, after that he came and ate me out. I didn't believe it at first. I didn't think he would do that but he did. He grabbed my buns from underneath, and he pulled my cheeks open, and he put a finger all the way up my rear tube hole, and started to eating my vagina at the same time. He used his tongue like an ant eater. He was everywhere at once. He slurped up my clitoris, and he rinsed out my insides, and he felt up my titties, the nipples, too, especially, and all the time he kept eating me out. Oh, God, was I in heaven!
"I pulled my legs up, so that the backs of my thighs were facing him. I showed him how hot my pussy was by reaching down there and holding the lips open for him. I wanted him to be able to get all the way in there with his mouth, and I wanted him to be able to get as much of his tongue on my clitoris as was possible. It was extremely nice to have his mouth muscle rubbing in and out of my pussy like that, and it didn't take long at all for me to get to juicing all over his lips and his tongue. I think that made it better for him, too. I mean the hotter I got, the hotter he got. It seemed to make sense like that. It was nice.
"I think I had a little orgasm or something. Anyhow, my nipples were all cherry red and my titties were standing up, and it sure did seem like I was getting too damn hot to be just turned on. I remembered how it was the first time I came with Larry, and I really didn't know what that was like until it went and happened. I thought maybe I was peeing or something, but it wasn't that at all. I was aiming.
"Anyhow, I felt the same way with Benny from his eating me out that way. It was like I was rolling around on his face and I didn't know what was happening, but I was getting hotter and hotter all the time. There was a lot of ooze-that much I remember for sure. A lot of juice, too. I knew my anus hole was pretty much filled up with his finger-I could feel it all stretched out and everything.
"I had a hunch that I was getting pretty close to wanting something inside my vagina. It was itching and everything. It felt empty. I wanted him to put more than just his tongue in there. You know what I mean? I mean that his tongue wasn't enough. I don't know how to describe it, but his tongue wasn't enough meat for me just then. I wanted something bigger. I kept thinking about stuff like that and putting it out of my head.
"Of course, I think Benny knew I was feeling that way because he could hear my huffing and puffing, and he could hear me yelling at him every now and then. I forget exactly what I was saying, but I think it was something about how I wanted his prick. I never had said that before, not right out like that, but I guess I said it that time. I guess I really did, because a minute or so later he came up alongside me with his mouth open and he kissed me, and down below I could feel his penis rubbing on my thigh. I liked that, the way it was touching me there, the way it was sliding along my leg. A lot of times Larry would rub his penis against me, but it was usually by accident or something, and this was on purpose. Benny was enjoying himself that way, rubbing like that. I liked it a lot. It was nice to feel his penis rubbing up and down between my legs. I don't know why Larry and I don't do more of that.
"Of course, a little bit later I was still complaining. You know why? Because I still didn't have that prick where I wanted it. I still had that empty feeling up inside my pussy. Benny was sure taking his time, and that was what we didn't have a lot of, time. I mean, Larry was gonna be coming home pretty soon and I wanted to be sure that we both got really fucked good before that.
"So I reached down and I took Benny's penis and I pressed it between my fingers. It was a little bit slippery because he had been rubbing it against the beginning of my channel. He had been sliding it in and out every now and then, but never all the way. Well, this time, I took a hold of him and pushed the head of that big joint up against my pussy just right. I rubbed it up and down and I made sure that the tip was getting a good sliding on my vagina. I liked it like that, and Benny knew it. He knew that it was making me hot, just from the way I started breathing so damn hard. It really was something.
"He reached under my ass cheeks and grabbed on. I mean he grabbed on really hard, pulling them open and pressing his finger up inside. That was the nice part, the way he pressed up inside there and got his digit up to my asshole, up to my bowels. He got a good hard rubbing going on my sphincter and then he took to concentrating with his penis. Now that's what I liked the best.
"First he shoved himself all the way in. That way I was able to feel what his cock felt like when it was buried inside my twat. I mean it was nice and thick and the head of it was all big and wet and expanded, like a red balloon. Oh, my, I loved that! Finally he was giving me what I wanted! And it was grand fun!
"I know I shouldn't talk like this about a man other than my husband, but I've had some good fucks with Larry, too. So I don't mind telling about the good ones with Benny.
"Anyhow, Benny was getting his penis all the way down in there. I didn't know whether to start crying or laughing or what. It was a terrific feel. He had me full up with cock meat. I was ready to explode. And so was he, it turned out. I could feel the head of his penis beginning to twitch inside me. It was throbbing. Just like my clitoris. Everything was wet. Wet and slippery, sort of oily like. I liked it like that. My stomach was smooth and flat, pressed flat against his stomach, which was strong and hairy. And as for my titties, well, the nipples were rubbing against his manly chest. He really does have a fine chest. I liked holding onto his shoulders, too. They were strong and muscular. It was a good feel, good to be in the arms of a young man like that, a really nice feeling. I felt secure that way. It was good. I would do it again in a minute.
"Anyhow, not to be too mushy, we had that fuck power going for us. All the rhythm was just right. He had his joint going in and out of my belly, and he had his hands around my little buttocks. He was giving me a good squeezing around my cheeks, and he was using his fingers to rub in my asshole. I loved every inch of that digit up my anus. He had the rubbing down perfect. Remember this was all just one big sloppy happy fuck. Oh was it ever nice!
"After he got me into the perfect position, he started slamming it in. I thought I was gonna die. He j us t kept thrusting that flesh sword in and out of my pussy. I felt like the leather holster for a quick draw artist: in and out, in and out, in and out. One stroke right after another. He didn't stop. He just kept going. Boy, oh, boy, it was really quite something. I thought I was gonna die.
"And die I did. I started squealing and contracting all over that muscle of his. I couldn't stop myself. I just started milking it. I didn't even know I had those muscles in me, not like that. They went to rolling up and down that hog of his, like a pair of fingers grabbing onto it and tugging. I just did that automatically. Everything was slippery and automatic. I'm pretty sure he liked it as much as I did. It was nice. I really did enjoy that with him. The more I squeezed the better I could feel his cock inside me. I really did love it.
"He came off just at the same time I did. It was a mutual orgasm for the two of us, one that I'll never forget. You know what I mean? Never.
"The funny thing is that Benny and I had tried to ball lots of times before. It just never happened. You know that? It never did. We tried it at drive-ins, up in the balcony sections of movie theaters on weekends, and up in the hills. Once we even did it in high school after school, after everyone else had gone home. But we never could get quite to it. But now that I'm married to Larry, he seems to be able to get hot just by thinking about it, and the same's for me, too. I wonder if that's strange or something. Probably is, but I don't give a shit because it's so much damn fun.
"There's another guy I ball a lot, too. His name is Tim. I met him when I was still going to school. He was like a counselor or something, and when I got married he was the guy who told me to hold off. Maybe he was right, but I doubt it. He doesn't complain anymore about it now. Because we do it a lot.
"Usually he comes around when Larry's not home, so it's pretty nice. A lot of times he brings me a present or something, something nice for me to play with or something we can just talk about. I like him for that. He's nice to me.
"Of course, I like him because of his cock even more. You know what I mean? I mean he's got a really handsome muscle there. I like to get it out and play with it. He doesn't mind, either. I mean he lets me take it and get him hard and all, and we have some pretty good times that way. One time he came by and I was in my dressing gown. I didn't even bother to change when I answered the door. I knew it was going to be Timmy, just by the way he knocked.
"When I opened the door he sort of stood there, and he whistled or something. I just felt those chills start going, climbing up all around my shoulders and stuff. I leaned forward so as he could see my titties. He got a good look-I know, because I saw that blush of his. He turned all red and I took him by the hand and brought him inside so no one could see us. I didn't want my neighbors to get the wrong idea about us, at least not right then.
"I pulled him into the house and got a good look at his eyes. They were dark and fiery that day, like he was ready for something special, like he wanted to do something really hot with me. I didn't know what to make of all that, but I did know that I wanted to be having some sex with somebody, and the sooner the better. Like I said, I didn't bother changing into anything else. I just left that nightgown on.
"Well, one thing led to another, and you know I ended up in Timmy's arms. There wasn't much I could do about that. I just had to kiss him and let him feel my titties and get his hands going between my legs. He has such a nice touch, and he really does know a lot about feeling me up. Take, for instance, the way he gets his finger going in my pussy. It's not like with other people when they go rubbing really fast up and down and all that stuff. He doesn't finger fuck you, really, he just sort of slides his finger up and down on your clit and makes it all silky like. It's sooooo nice! I just can't tell you. It's wonderful!
"Well, anyhow ... sorry about that ... I just get so carried away ... Anyhow, he gets his prick down between my legs, after he gets me all hot and juicy, and he rubs that muscle of his back and forth next to my vagina. Now that feels very nice. I'm on my back, see? With my titties up and all? And he gets his penis down there rubbing-especially the tip-he gets that old mushroom thing rubbing up and down next to my lips and then he slides it on in, just takes one big stroke and ... wham! bam! thank you ma'am! ... He's in! Oh, God, is that nice! He really knows what to do then, too. He goes screwing up and down between my little flesh lips and he makes sure that the big tip gets all the little folds all flattened out and greasy. He spreads around my ooze with his penis muscle by sliding up and down and in circles.
"Of course, I always use my hands to rub his bottom, to make him feel good down there, and to get his anal crack going, too. And he doesn't mind doing the same thing for me, so it works out pretty good. I mean, especially when he gets that finger up there all the way. I like that, you know.
"One time, when I was about fourteen, I took to going out with this Spade dude. He was really cute, you know. I mean, don't never tell anyone I told you this. I went out with him on the side, you know, just for fun. I didn't tell anybody about it. My parents, I mean my mother, she thought I lost my virginity playing squat tag in a cucumber patch, but that ain't the half of it. It was really with this Spade dude. He was so cool?!! Let me tell you about him.
"His name was Sam. I used to call him Sambo. Did that drive him crazy! You wouldn't have believed it. Well, he had a big cock and plenty of rhythm, and I used to call him nigger boy-he was just like all the stereotypes, only more so-more cock, more music, and definitely more sex in Sambo than in a bunch of old tired white trash guys. I mean Sambo knew how to fuck and better than that, he knew how to live! I mean really!
"He used to open up my twat and spit that cream into me like it was second nature. He could squirt me full of cum from a distance of twenty feet and not even be thinkin' about it. You know what I mean? It was ecstasy just to eat up that big pecker of his. Well, that's how I lost my virginity, sucking off old Sambo's hog. I don't know what happened to him.
"Of course I had to meet him someplace where my folks wouldn't know. And one day I was really horny, just from thinkin' about gettin' together with Sambo Boy, but when I went there to meet him, he never showed up. Same thing happened every time I went to meet him. One day I took a chance and tried to call him, but there wasn't any answer. It was terrible to lose the man who helped me with my virginity and all. But I guess that's the way it is. I still wonder what happened to him.
"There was another dude who was cool like Sambo. He wasn't black, though. He was a white fellow. I remember this guy, he took a look at my little snatch one time before I was married and he said that I had the perfect beaver. He said the lips and the hairy parts were shaped just right, that there was no doubt about it, that I would have to become a whore, a first class hooker, that God had made it that way, made my beaver shaped like that because he wanted me to be a whore. I told him I wouldn't never take money from a man who wanted to take sex from me, if that was his only reason in giving me the money. I didn't know why I had to say that to Gus, but it seemed right then.
"Well, he told me not to worry about it, and he got me opened up. He used his tongue on my pussy, and he was doing a little licking in my asshole when I figured out what he had in mind. I didn't know it until it was too late, though, and I was so hot that I couldn't protest enough for it to make any difference. He had one hand wrapped around my waist, here, and another on my neck, here, and he was pushing with that hand, making it impossible for me to get up.
"I screamed at him, told him Gus, you can't do this, it's not right, I'm gonna tell my husband, but he kept scraping his sword at me, kept rubbing it up and down between my cheeks. Well, I didn't know what to do, not really. I just tried to get away, but he started moving at a break-neck speed, you know, really going fast, rubbing his penis up and down in my back crotch there, and there wasn't anything I could do to make him stop. I could hear him getting hotter and hotter, too, rubbing and making that penis of his get all the way in there, and I didn't know for sure, but I thought he was going to go stuffing it. I didn't know for sure, but I had that idea.
"All of a sudden, he jammed it. He went up into it really hard. He just shoved. I don't know how he did it, but he did it. He got it all the way in in one stroke. I nearly set off a siren with my screaming. I was so aching in there, I didn't know what to do. It was awfully hard screwing. I climbed around and tried to get away, but he sure had a good grip on me, and that muscle of his was all the way down inside, all the way into my bowels, rubbing on my anus and pulling on my sphincter. There really wasn't anyway for me to get away at all. I had that thick boner up my bunghole, and for better or worse he was getting that thing to go throbbing in me whether or not I liked it. It nearly killed me.
"But the incredible part of Gus fucking me up the ass hole was that he used his hand to get my twat at the same time. It really surprised me. He rubbed his finger into my clitoris while he was fucking me up the asshole. He was really good that way, really good. He just took my clit in his fingers and started me going at full speed. Jesus, was I gushing! I nearly came on his dick in my asshole-that's how hot it felt from that rubbing he was doing in my pussy.
"I guess if his meat had been any thicker it would have driven me completely mad. But I liked that, the way he rubbed me with his fingers, so it made up for any of the parts that I didn't like. Of course, he knew how to get my titties going, too. He reached up forward and grabbed my breasts and massaged them with one hand while his other hand was working on my clit. And he made sure that my nipples were hot, even though he was taking a chance on my getting away. You see, he had to let go of the nape of my neck, in order to rub my chest.
"Well, when I saw how much of a chance he was taking, and when I heard how much he was enjoying himself fucking me that way, well, I decided to try and enjoy that fucking that way. It was alright, but I liked it better when I did it another time with Larry. It was lucky that other time, maybe, but I liked Larry's prick flying up my ass hole better.
"But I like to give Larry a lot of head, too. That's what's nice about being married to him. I like to suck off his pecker. I don't know if he'd go bananas or what if he knew what I've been telling you. Sometimes I think he'd take me over to the nearest hospital and have me committed if he knew I was out fucking a bunch of dudes. But then, other times, I think he might get a kick out of watching me doing it with some other guy.
"One time Larry said he wanted to get mirrors. He wanted to watch us doing it. He said he wanted to see his joint going in and out of my pussy while he was doing it in there. He thought it might be nice to see his big cock muscle sliding up and down inside my vagina. I liked that idea and we did get a mirror, but it wasn't the same. We couldn't see too good.
That's why I said that Larry might like to watch me fuck some guy sometime. So he could see what it looks like. Maybe he'd like it. Maybe he'd think it was nice. I don't know. Maybe...."
CASE NUMBER EIGHT
Doctor: Alvarez
Patient: Maria D., nineteen years old.
"I know I don't look it, Doctor, but I am very experienced. My dark hair, my tan, my eyes-it all looks innocent, I know. But looks do not always tell the truth. I have seen much for a woman my age. I know a great deal more than I should. It is much more than the fact that I was married three years ago. It is much more than that.
"Maybe it started with Louis. Louis was my first affair. He is my husband's cousin, a handsome man, well-to-do, and certainly considered respectable by those who know him personally. He came to my house when Carlo was away. He wanted to talk to me about family matters, or so said Louis at that time.
"He was wearing a suit and a tie. I did everything I could to keep from making eyes at him, but his presence alone was hard for me to resist. I was wearing a fluffy skirt with a fancy blouse. It was a suit my mother-in-law gave me on the occasion of my wedding to her son. It was a very pretty blouse because it was cut deep in the neck, a V-shape which revealed more and more breast as the V part became narrower and narrower. I liked it for that reason. Had I known that Louis was coming to my house, I certainly wouldn't have worn such a blouse.
"But there I was, blushing and stammering and trying to answer his questions for the family, as he said they were, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. Sometimes I looked nervously at his crotch. Although I tried not to, it was nearly impossible. I was filled with desire for him, and I could only keep thinking what a wench I was to be cheating on my young husband-in my mind so many times-when we had only just been married. It seemed shameful, but I couldn't think about anything except getting Louis to come close to me, and then I would take him in my arms and make love with him. It was that one thought which kept thundering in my brain, making it impossible for me to answer properly.
"Finally, I gave in to my passionate temperament. I began to move across the room, dazed and stricken with lust. I reached up around Louis' neck and pulled his mouth close to mine. I kissed him long and hard. To be sure that I accomplished my mission, I let one hand slide down his shoulder and landed my fingers around his penis, there to tug on his crotch boner, there to begin to get my fill of what had been missing from our conversation.
"Louis wasn't surprised by this advance of mine. He asked to know where we could lay down, and he wanted to know when Carlo would return home. I-told him that we could lay down in the bedroom, and that Carlo would be away for several hours.
"He followed me to the bedroom, reaching around my blouse on the way and undoing the buttons, reaching into my crotch, between the folds of the fluffy skirt, there to take a full helping of my then young vagina. He worked his fingers into my pussy before we even arrived at the bedroom. It was more than I could stand.
"I turned around and he saw my blush. I reached for his belt, undid his pants and pulled the trousers away from his genitals. I saw his meat for the first time. It was big and long, fully extended, even at this point, and it demanded a good header from my young lips. I fell to my knees and wrapped my mouth around his joint. I sucked long and hard until that entire piece of cock meat was hard and wet and ready for ny twat.
"Then I spread out on the bed. I gave him access to my thick young lips. The rest is history, but I will tell you what happened. He crawled down on his hands and knees between my thighs. He licked up my twat button and ate me out. Then he turned me over and kissed my buns. He licked the crack a bit. Finally, he replaced his tongue with a gouging finger, a digit which I will never forget.
"He drilled deep with that finger, filled my bowels with it, and then, even then, he did not stop. He continued to penetrate far into my asshole, filling my fanny with hot digit, until finally I could bear it no more. I told him so, and a moment later he extracted that meaty phallic-like finger from my anus.
"He turned me over and climbed onto my body. I was young and hot and lusty, and I wanted him badly. I gave him all of me. I gave him my titties, which are large and firm, and he stroked my nipples. He made sure to suck off my tips. It was heavenly.
"Finally, his puncturing rod slammed into my groin. I didn't know what was happening. I couldn't tell how he was doing it. But he got that entire huge penis of his into my body. I just had to climb back onto my spine and take it for what it was, the biggest meat I had ever had.
"It was thick and hot and I couldn't get enough of it, even though I hurt at first-oh, did it hurt! But then it started to feel good, so good that I couldn't stop hollering and begging him for more. I screamed on that impaling joint that I loved it and wanted more, all of it. He gave me the entire mushroom head, smashed it into my body and wouldn't stop screwing me, I knew, unless it was life and death, no matter what happened. It was great!
"Oh, God, it was the most passionate fuck of my life. At least at that point it was. It was the closest thing to rape I had ever experienced. Of course, I was only sixteen, and I had never been raped. At least not yet.
"That came much later. Shall I tell about it? It wasn't so bad as everyone makes out. Of course, I wouldn't want to have it happen again, but now that it's completely over with, I don't mind talking about it. Of course, the man himself was a cowardly villain. He had terrible breath and he reeked of liquor. I was walking down the street and that was the first thing I noticed, how there was a smell of liquor in the air. I pulled back when he appeared, seemingly out from nowhere. He grabbed me though, before I could move. I was wearing a raincoat. He tried to make me take that off. I wouldn't, of course, and I started to scream. He hit me on the face.
"The next thing I knew, he had his cock out and he was pressing it against me. I don't know how he did it, but he got my panties down, my skirt up, and the raincoat folded back. He had a hard-on-I don't know how-and he was pressing his penis up against me. I had to do what he said, I felt, for I feared he would hit me. I spread my legs and he pushed his joint into my vagina. A moment later it was all over. I was on the ground, laying there breathless and taken aback, and he was trotting off, into the wet night. I told the police everything.
"They caught him the next time around, shot him down like a pig. He wasn't all that bad, but I suppose he had it coming to him. It turned out that he was only twenty years old. It was a shame.
"Well, that was one of my less interesting experiences. The best I ever had was just after Carlo and I had celebrated our first wedding anniversary. Carlo took that occasion very casually, you know, as though it were nothing.
"Hurt by this, I decided to have an affair. I would decide whether or not to reveal my extracurricular activities later. The important thing was to get a man, to seduce him, to enjoy him, to forget my sorrow at how meaningless my marriage had become. I was only seventeen, but I knew that my love with Carlo was not what it should have been. I feared the worst, that our marriage was soon to be over. In the meantime, I calculated, I would like to have one very nice lover. Just for a little while. To get me through this rough period.
"I began to look for someone to fuck. At first I could find no one. The situation was not right, or the man was not right. I took to masturbating. I would sit at home in the afternoons and with nothing to do I would take out some oil and would strip down. I would put the oil on my pussy, rub it around and make myself very hot that way. Then I would use my fingers, rub my clitoris with my fingers, play with the labial lips, and get a good stroke going down inside my slit. It didn't take long for me to cum, that way, and it was a good way for me to amuse myself while I waited to meet my future lover.
"He turned out to be someone I already knew, not a stranger as I thought he would be. It turned out to be Carlo's father. The wonderful thing about this affair with my husband's father is that Peppe, as we call him, knew all sorts of ways to make a woman hot. He could use his fingers, or his cock, or sometimes he used a dildo-it didn't matter-whatever he used, it was excellent. He knew just everything, and how to make me very hot.
"Sometimes Peppe would take my wet twat hole in his palm. He would spread his fingers around my mound and rub. It was a very fine rubbing, up and down against my labial lips, until everything was soaking wet with clit juice and ooze. I could hardly believe it.
"Or he would slide a finger into my little canal. He would tell me to squeeze. So I would squeeze on that bony little finger, get myself very hot and very lusty, and then he would take that slippery finger out of my vagina. He would have me lay down on my belly, to roll over, and I would do that. I would feel his hand rubbing my ass cheek. He rubbed it open and put that same slippery oily finger into my little asshole. It was as tight a fit as could be asked for. I enjoyed it immensely, to feel that finger rubbing inside my bowels. I just can't tell you.
"Of course, I will never forget the first time with Peppe. I was home alone and Carlo was out I don't know where. Peppe came by for dinner, supposedly, and I fixed that for him, fixed him a very good dinner. He sat down at the table and ate heartily, a hungry old man with a lecherous smile on his face. After dinner there was wine and then brandy. I was sure to treat him like the venerable old man he was. I poured brandy and lit his cigar myself, made sure he was content in every way. Then I asked him if everything was to his liking, and he called me over next to him, said that there was one thing that he especially liked about having dinner with his son's wife, and that turned out to be the wife herself, me. He put his hand around my waist and let his fingers go sliding on my globes. I liked it and I blushed. He saw that right away.
"He didn't stop rubbing his hand on my fanny, though. He knew I was enjoying it He kept rubbing his hand up and down on my little cheeks, and it didn't take long for me to get awfully hot. I ended up under the table between his legs. He was up there smoking the cigar while I was below trying to get his pants undone, to get to his flesh cigar so that I could light him up with my hot tongue.
"Soon I got his belt unbuckled and his trousers down around his knees. I could see the bulge in his underwear. I worked my fingers up between his thighs; back and forth, rubbing and sliding my fingers on his thighs. I enjoyed getting those muscular legs of his massaged. I rubbed until I was at his underwear, and then I pulled those cotton shorts away and got the boner itself into plain sight.
"It was big and rubbery, thick and spongy on the tip. It was worth all the waiting. I got it out and looked closely at it. It was starting to twitch already as I rolled it between my fingers. Not long after that I managed to push Peppe's chair back from the table. I got his penis into my mouth and I rubbed at it with my tongue. Then I took to sliding my hands under his buttocks while I held the tip of his sex muscle in my mouth. I loved doing that, loved getting that sliding muscle rolling in and out of my licking face. It was the most pleasant part of the foreplay, and Peppe seemed to enjoy it a lot, too. He was huffing and puffing on his cigar, up above the table, while I was doing his joint down below. It was quite something.
"Well, soon I grew tired of being on my knees and alone under the table. I got up and took off my dress. Peppe was happy to see what a lovely body I have. He inspected my nipples and my breasts as if they were some special ripe fruit on display in the market. He rubbed them up and down and made sure that they were as firm as he hoped they would be. He was also careful to inspect my belly. He went sliding his fingers up and down on my smooth stomach. He went to my cunt with his knowing fingers. He rubbed into the hole, and he found my clitoris. It was upright and spastic. I don't know what was happening to me just then, but I felt some shivers going through my hips. It was as if there was a little sexual earthquake on my body, and I was shaking with desire as the juice started to come out of my slit. I didn't know what to do, but Peppe was ready for everything.
"He took me over his knees and looked into my naked ass hole. He smiled, I think, and then he pulled my cheeks open wider. He used his finger to get my sphincter muscle as wide as possible. He spread it with his two fingers and then he put another finger right down into the little brown hole. It didn't take him long to fill up my fanny with that finger, to get high up into my bowels. He wormed it around. It was a very tight feel. I could feel that finger playing with my anus that way, and I was wondering what he would do with my twat hole. Then I felt it.
"He had reached around, taken hold of my pussy lips, spread them out, and then he injected a finger into my slot. He put the finger up into my twat hole, in deeper even than the finger in my butt, and when he got it all the way up, so that his two fingers were only separated by that little piece of skin in there, he pushed and wiggled. Oh God, I nearly jumped off of his lap. I went wild. My legs started spreading wide open, and my pussy was completely his, completely out of control and belonging to Peppe. He knew what to do to keep me high like that, too.
"He took to stroking my clitoris, still from underneath, and rubbing my little buns from up above. I couldn't get over the way he just stroked and slid up and down, and the way he slid his finger in and out of my anus. He knew his moves well. I think I know what they mean when they say an old man is a wise man. It means he knows how to please a woman's body.
"After a little more of this kind of treatment, he let me up and we went to my bedroom. There he undressed. He showed his body off. Although he is quite old, he still has a nice physique. He is strong, still, and his eyes are cool and clear. He took me in his arms and I sucked on his manly nipples. I sucked them right up, and it wasn't long after that that he began to spread me out on the bed. He treated me like a little girl, even though I have very large titties, ample thighs and all the cunt he could want. He handled me gently. He spread me out on the bed. He went down into my pussy and rubbed his tongue up and down next to my clitoris. I liked that a lot. It was very nice to feel a man's tongue sliding around between my legs. It was like he really cared for me, something that Carlo hadn't done in a long time.
"Then Peppe turned me over. He took a casual little bite out of my ass, just a nibble. Then he found some grease. He seemed to know his way around the bedroom, and he spread this grease that he found down between my ass cheeks. I knew that I was going to be getting speared in the buns, and I also knew it would be one of the best I'd ever had. He took his time, as though he had all the time in the world. I had to admire the way he worked, slowly, casually, smooth and easy. He just went sliding and rubbing his fingers up and down between my buttocks, and he was always sure to get my asshole with his finger, too. He was always sure to rub that finger of his in and out of the tube while he had plenty of grease there. He rubbed it so softly that I felt like coming just from the feel of it.
"Finally, he took his cock and rested it between my ass cheeks. He pressed that meaty stick of his down between my buns. It hit me all at once-the fact that I was married to this man's son, the fact that I was cheating with my husband's father. I didn't know what to do. I started screaming and yelling, and Peppe just paid me no mind. He went slamming his boner into my ass hole, rubbing it down deep, and I suppose he knew that I was yelling for two reasons, not just because he was fucking me up the ass hole, but because it was him, my husband's father doing it to me. But he didn't stop. No sir. He just kept pumping that huge grinding member of his into my asshole.
"His penis felt soft after a while. At first it felt like a spike, like a giant flesh spike, and then it felt softer, smoother, and I didn't mind so much at all. It was still pumping, still moving and all, but it felt better, like it was more in shape and less of a nail and all. I reached back and grabbed his balls, and that was a very nice thing because just then is when he started to shoot off in my anal canyon. He rubbed very hard and shot off lots of jism down that back door slot.
"I liked that, to tell the truth. I could feel all that hot pudding filling me up back there. It was like forming a puddle and all. It was soft and wet and sticky, too. It was very nice to feel something so thick and fat giving me that nice wet feel. He pulled his hog out of my asshole a minute later. I felt relieved because my bunghole was normally so tight, and now that ripping piece of penis flesh was out of it. I felt more like myself. But now I had another problem. My ass hole and my pussy felt empty.
"And Peppe, he was tired. He was laying on his back resting from all the hot and lusty fucking we had been doing. I didn't know what to say, or do. I just sort of leaned over him, between his legs, and started sliding my fingers up and down along the shaft of that thick cock muscle of his. I worked my digits up and down next to his balls, back and forth between his thighs, and finally I even slid a finger down between his asshole cheeks. I got one finger rubbing lightly against his anus while my other fingers caressed his penis. His prick got so big, and it happened so fast-well, I just couldn't believe it. The thing stuck up there like a railroad spike.
"I looked at the head of it and couldn't resist getting down on that spongy crown. It was just too pretty, all pink and rubbery and waiting for me. I couldn't resist. I spread my tongue out around it. I pushed my tongue up and down next to the rim of the mushroom head. I slid up and down and made sure that it was all coated with saliva. I got it good and wet and rubbed pretty well with my mouth muscle. Then I took my titties and pressed my big mammaries up against the sides of the shaft. I just made sure that all my rubbing included his cock and especially that thick root part. I wrapped my hands around his buns while I did that, and pretty soon his hips were jerking and flying up against my chest, making me even hotter, giving himself a good rubbing against my soft titties. It was really hot and smooth, just the way I wanted it.
"Finally, I climbed up along his chest and kissed his big manly nipples again. I sucked them up between my lips and used my tongue to caress them. While I worked on my nipple with my mouth, I used my hand, my two fingers, to caress the other. I teased him a little and then I stopped doing that to his chest and reached down to continue rubbing his penis some more.
"He seemed to like that, Peppe did, so I continued to work on his hog with my fingers. I used both hands, though, and that way made sure that his cock muscle was getting the stimulation it deserved. It was quite a sexy rubbing, if I do say so myself, and I think Peppe appreciated the good treatment I was giving him. Before long, I had that penis of his about as pink and hot as possible. He'd become medium rare, and ready to travel.
"That's when I climbed aboard. I took his penis in my hand and rubbed the tip of the muscle up and down against my clitoris. You know how I did that. I just got up and crouched over his waist and got that thing of his going between my labial lips. I was pretty damn wet by then-that much was for sure. And his meaty penis was just right for sliding up and down between my flesh pieces. I got that mushroom head of his right up there, right between the pieces of slippery muscle and tissue, and I got him sliding back and forth. Of course, since I was holding onto the root of that hog of his, I was able to make that mushroom tip go anywhere I wanted it. And you know for sure that I made it rub against my clitoris so that I would get pretty fucking hot!
"While I did that down below, with my thighs spread around his waist, I also let my titties rest on his chest. I made sure that the nipples went rubbing back and forth along the top of his chest. That way I knew he was getting excited from both ends, top and bottom, and I knew he'd like it that way. It meant a lot to me that he get really fucked up and hot like that because I wanted to be sure that I got more sex from him when I wanted it. I didn't want just one quick fuck. I wanted a whole bunch of fucks and all the sucking that I could get whenever I wanted it. It wouldn't be any good if he would just screw me once in a while, when he wanted it. I wanted to get it all the time, and when I wanted it, and the way I liked it-with an orgasm attached to every fuck. But I guess old man Peppe knew that. Because no matter how much screwing I did that first time, no matter how much tugging I did on his pecker with my pussy, he didn't cum that time until I was ready.
"Oh, he knew when I was ready alright. There wasn't much question of all of that. I was just going hog wild. That's all. I was rubbing up and down, jumping up and down on that meat of his, and only a fool wouldn't have known that I was heading for the big orgasm pie in the sky. I mean it was obvious. Just from the way I was gushing out oil he would have known something like that. I reached under his buns, then, too, and grabbed for his sphincter, while I was sliding up and down like a pogo stick, and I got his asshole with my finger. At the same time, we both shot off, me spilling out all my juice on his prong, him spilling up all that cum into my belly. It was amazing. I had to let go of his buns, but he didn't stop playing with me. He jammed a finger into my ass hole and he used his other hand to twist up my nipples and to pull on my titties and to massage my mammaries. God damn! It was hot and lusty and I'll never forget that first fuck with him.
"Now there have been other times just as hot with Peppe. One time, for example, he took me over his lap-we were both naked-and my titties were resting against his thigh and all, and he had a douche bag all set for this, and he gave me an enema. Only he didn't just pump it all in. No, no, not Peppe. He took his time. First he greased up the plastic nozzle. Then he slowly but surely greased my anus. Then he pushed the stick into the hole. But not all the way. No, he went slowly but surely. Finally, he attached it to the bag. It seemed to take forever. While he did that I fingered his balls from underneath-I was laying on his lap so all's I had to do was reach up from under. Anyhow, while I tickled his balls he put that juice into me from the backside. Wow! I thought I was going to explode. When he took it all out of me and let me up, I nearly jumped off of him and onto the toilet. Later, I washed and he fucked me up the asshole with that marvelous prong of his. I liked that one a lot.
"Another time he brought a big plastic dildo with him. It was one of those electric ones, and it takes batteries. He called it an egg-beater. He brought grease, too, something called Glo-Lube. He spread that paste around on my pussy and on my ass hole, and even in the dark you could see where you were. It was luminous. It glowed in the dark. It was also really slippery and awfully nice, and I liked the feel of it. Maybe it was the way Peppe rubbed it into my flesh with his fingers. He just seemed to know how to go rubbing on my body with that stuff. He spread it around between my thighs and he worked it into my ass cheeks, all soft and slippery and everything, and he got a finger going, sliding up and down the crack, caressing me everywhere he could back there, especially in my anal hole, and especially in and out of my vagina lips, all along there.
"When he got me all covered with that stuff he gave the bottle to me and told me to rub him down with it. He spread out on his back and I took some of that stuff on my fingers. It was so slippery, so smooth, that I could almost cum just from spreading it around like that. I used a whole bunch of it to get his cock coated with it. I rubbed up and down his penis, rolled his penis between my hands, used my fingers to squeeze his cock shaft, and I used my fingers to stroke up and down the topside and the underside of his member. It was all very nice because of the two things, because of the grease and because of his cock muscle. It didn't take long to get him very, very hard. His balls had little goose bumps on them, and his thighs were flexing and strong. I rubbed there, too, just for the fun of it. God, we were both getting so damn hot. I just can't tell you.
"Pretty soon I had him roll over and I rubbed some of the slippery stuff between his buns. I coated that little anal crack with my fingers and the juice. Then he turned over and he took the plastic dildo. He took it and rubbed grease on it. Then he turned it on and started sliding it up and down between my legs. My thighs were open and my cunt hole was ready for whatever stimulating and rubbing Peppe wanted to do. He seemed to like the idea of getting that dildo sliding up and down between my twat lips. He took a lot of trouble to get that big hunk of vibrating plastic all the way down my hole. He got it in there pretty far before he stopped pressing, almost all the way in so that only the handle was showing.
"I was going wild all this time. I mean the feel of that thing automatically fondling me like that was enough to drive me crazy. After all, how often is it that a girl has something like that rubbing in and out of her tube, up and down and as fast as possible and without hurting. And a man doing it for her? Well, I should say, it was one of the nicest, one of the slipperiest little fucks I ever did get. I enjoyed it immensely.
"When he was done sliding the thing in my vagina, he took it out and told me to roll over. I did that and I knew what he was going to do. I could hardly wait. First he went sliding it up and down between my buns. He rubbed it along the cheeks and then down, slowly but surely, into the groove. Pretty soon he got it right up next to my asshole and I was begging him to shove it into place.
"He did that, too. He shoved it hard. He rubbed it up to the tapered entrance leading down into my ass hole, and then pushed it around and around and pulled it in circles, and then, finally, he got it all the way down inside, so far into me that it was making me start bucking up and down. My cheeks were bouncing. I was going crazy. I felt like a fucking wild bouncing horse, and that dildo was my rider, and all I wanted to do was to get it out. But Peppe, he had his hands on my buns, and I couldn't get him to let loose. I couldn't get him to give me a little less of a feel. I didn't know what to do at all. It was just too fucking much. I started cumming in my twat. I just started leaking and screaming out and letting all that gush go. It was quite amazing. I didn't know what to make of it. I thought I was gonna die or something. It was awful. I wondered when it would all be over. Then I think I passed out or something. I passed out with that gush still coming from me. I didn't know what was happening or why. I just felt my head going in circles. My mind was wandering. I was going to sleep or I was passing out or I was cuming or all three. It was just too much for me.
"I think that after a while Peppe pulled the machine away. He reached under me and turned me over. I was all flush, he told me afterwards. He used the machine to get me awake by putting it next to my clitoris. I nearly sat bolt-upright when I felt that thing. It was that I had passed out from the pleasure, I guess, or from the pain. I don't know which. But I came to with a start, with that vibrator sucking away at my twitching clitoris. Peppe really knew how to use that thing, that electric whip, and he didn't mind showing me all of his tricks with it, either.
"That's one reason I told you I was so experienced. I may be nineteen years old but I know a hell of a lot more about sex than most girls. One time I did it with a woman. Did I ever tell you about that? I took this sixteen year old girl to a hotel room. She was hungry and didn't have any money and I told her that if she was nice to me, I'd treat her to a good meal and some new clothes. She said alright and I took her up to this hotel room. I got her the food the way I said I would and then I told her after we had some sex she would get her clothes.
"She said that was alright with her. She was pretty, too, you know. She had long blonde hair and a narrow waist. She had pretty eye's add nice long full titties. Her nipples were always pointy and the brown caps were big and soft. I undressed and so did she, but she could tell that I had never done anything like that before. She smiled and came over to me and took her hands and put them around me. She rubbed my ass cheeks and pressed her cunt hole against my mound. She just rubbed it right up against me. I didn't know what to do, so I took my two hands and put them on her cheeks and pulled her lips close to mine. I gave her my tongue, my lips and my mouth, and she sucked all of that down into her face. She used her hands to rub my head and my hair, and then she went back to rubbing my buns, and then my cunt hole. She was very kind and very gentle to me, and after we got a little hot she took me on the bed and put her fingers close to my clitoris. She just sort of leaned over me with her face above my twat and rubbed her fingers up and down next to my clit I came almost immediately. Maybe I was excited because it was the first time, or maybe it was just very nice rubbing. I don't know. It was a first though, and I've done it with girls from time to time since then.
"There have been a great many other lovers, none of whom Carlo knows about. He continues to fuck me the way he always did, and we continue to enjoy each other in that fashion. I think it's rather nice, in fact, that two people who have been married for three or four years can have sex together and not be bored by each other. I have changed my views since when I was younger. I thought for sure that I would have grown completely bored with his penis, with that thick cock muscle of his, and I thought for sure the he would be tired of fucking the same slit every night. But it's not so. We are still in love, I think, even though we both have so many other loves-and lovers, too!"
CASE NUMBER NINE
Doctor: Holleb
Patient: Candice D., fifteen years old.
"I think he married me just because of my name. He told me that once. He said something like this: 'Candy, you are a very pretty girl. You have nice long legs and pretty big titties. But the real reason I like you is because of your name: Candy. What a funny little name you have!' I don't mind that, Doctor, it's just funny that that's why he likes me.
"Actually, I think he likes me because of my pussy. The other night in bed he was looking very carefully at it He had the little lips opened up and he was pushing the hairs back out of place. You know, stroking it? Well, anyhow, he was staring down inside. At one point I thought he was going to go get a flashlight or something and take a really close look. You'd think he lost a half-dollar in there or something the way he was looking. He looked like a scientist on a special mission, inspection or something. He's crazy I think. I don't know. Anyhow, I grabbed him by the head and spread my loins out sideways and pushed. He went flat down into it his nose and all. He had to lick his way out I kind of like that It tickled and everything. It was very nice having him feel me up with his mouth that way and I didn't like letting him go afterwards, either.
"Sometimes Rickie does nice things like that for me, and then other times he doesn't want to do anything. I can't figure it out. The other night for example, I was getting dressed in front of the mirror. Actually, I was getting undressed. I was taking off my blouse and since I never wear a bra once I got the blouse off my titties were naked in front of the mirror. I was looking at the nipples and just sort of checking to make sure everything was in order. Then I took my skirt off, and I don't wear panties sometimes, too, and this was one of those times. So there I was, in my birthday suit all naked and everything, and Rickie was sitting on the bed, and I was shaking my ass and all, and nothing. Just nothing. He just sat there. I couldn't believe it I couldn't have been any more obvious. Finally I asked him if he was feeling o.k. He just kept reading his book or something.
I shut out the lights and climbed onto the bed with him. I pulled down the sheets. His muscle was soft. I worked up close to it and let him keep reading. But I was careful to start slowly but surely rubbing it. I got the thing going pretty good. He pretended not to notice a thing. I mean he didn't keep reading and all, but he didn't say a word. I just kept sliding my fingers up and down his boner. He was looking out from under his closed eyes every now and then, just to see what was going on down there between his legs, but for the most part he didn't say anything at all. He just kept his eyes closed and every now and then he took a deep breath. I couldn't believe it at all.
"Just to see if what was happening was happening for real I decided to go for a little suck action on his pecker. I figured that if he was going to come out of it, then my lips would make it happen that much faster. I wanted to try it anyhow. I put his penis in my mouth. I used my tongue to stroke the head of it. I wet it down pretty good, sort of slurping on it and all. Ricky says that I know how to give a good blow job, that I just have to concentrate on it a little more. So this time I was really trying to give a good wet mouth rubbing. I wanted him to say that I was using my lips just right, and that I had finally learned how to make him happy really well. I really did want him to say that. Just because.
"Well, because of that, because I was wanting him to be so happy and so pleased with me, I lost track of all the time. I just kept licking up his boner. Up and down that shaft. I must have done it a thousand times. Just licking, just sliding my tongue up and down that meaty thick thing of his. Wow! I went on what seemed like forever. I just kept sucking it and rolling it in my lips and making sure the root was sucked off the way he liked it, and making sure that the head of his meat was especially hot and really twitching. Then I stopped. I just stopped cold and took that wet joint of his out of my face and put it aside. There, I said, nice and hot and wet. He didn't even look at me. He just reached over and turned out his night light and went sliding down under the covers. He was pretending, I think, that he didn't care if he had an Orgasm or not.
"Well, he might not have cared, but I was horny as a hoot owl. I just had to get my rocks off. Anything else would be terrible, you know what I mean? I couldn't have gotten to sleep with that itch in my cunt like that, and I knew I had to get it scratched by Rickie. I knew he could do it if he would only stop fucking around.
"So what I did was climb up around him. I got up on it like I was getting onto the merry-go-round horsies. I just slipped it right up into my bush, all the way back into the fleshy part, and I started squeezing. Well, God damn! if he don't start shooting off right then! It was wonderful. He just popped it right off up inside my twat hole. I thought I was gonna die. You ever do that to your lady, Doctor? I know you can't answer that, but you think about it. He just rubbed me up like that and boom! He shot away, all that pudding going up inside my hole. I kind of liked it but I was pretty far from cuming myself. That part I didn't like.
"But I didn't say anything to Rickie. I just laid back and spread my legs and waited. Either he would get it on to fuck me, or he would fall asleep. And if he fell asleep, well, that meant I would just have to use my fingers to finish things off. And that's what happened.
"Before five minutes went by he was out cold, sleeping and snoring and not doing anything at all to do with sex. I looked at him snoring like that, making all that noise and then I pulled down the covers. I wanted to get a look at that meat of his while I jerked myself off. I fully intended to make myself cum, without disturbing Rickie, but I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to have a real meat to look at while I did it. So I had the sheets up and I was laying on my side, with my knee bent up so I could get into my cunt hole when I wanted to, and I was looking at Rickie'd Dickey. It was thick and a little wet, and even in the dark you could see that. I touched it at one point and he kept snoring. With my other hand I took to playing with my clit and my pussy. I rubbed my little twat-pecker until it was really hard, and then I used my other hand to get my titties. I got the nipples up and all the time I was doing that I was just looking at Rickie's big prick muscle. Boy did I get hot!?!! I could have fucked a horse right then-that's how horny I felt.
"Well, anyhow, I took to sliding my pussy fingers up and down in my slit. It didn't take me long to realize that I was gonna have to get my clit going at full speed if I was going to come and all of that kind of thing. So I pinched it off really good. It went wild, like a spastic or an epileptic fit or something, bouncing all over the place. I didn't know what to do. I was just going hog wild. It was crazy. Finally, when I got a finger up my asshole, too, I started gushing. I tried not to huff and puff too loudly, but it was nearly impossible. When it was all over I pulled up the sheets and Rickie still doesn't know I did that.
"Another time I had to go out and get a lover. I mean I felt really bad about that, but there wasn't any other way. I have a really hot body or something. Sometimes I think I'm a nymphomaniac. Maybe I am. I don't know. But one thing's for sure. I get awful damn hot. I can feel it in my thighs when it starts up, and I just don't know what to do at all. You know what I mean? I can feel it start to shake me. I get hot in my fanny buns too. It just happens. My cooker starts boiling and my fanny buns start getting like blisters on 'em, hot and cold sores. I just get wild.
"So I had to get me a lover one time because I felt that way. Rickie went to Iowa for his mother's funeral or some such thing, and he left me alone. I tried practically everything to keep from getting too horny. I took cold showers, and I undressed with a black cloth over the mirror so I couldn't look at myself. I washed with the worst soap in the house, something that wasn't slippery at all, something that wouldn't turn me on at all.
"But all of that didn't help. I just got horny a few minutes later, after I was dressed, or while I was waking up in the morning or some other time. You know what I mean? It was drivin' me crazy. Finally, I decided, no matter how much I loved Rickie, no man was worth going mad about. I had to find someone else to fuck me, someone to make me hot and to satisfy that desire in my cave. It was making me go wild.
"I dressed up to the hilt. I put on a short skirt, something that would show off my long legs and my tan. I put on a blouse that would come open at the v-neck just from a touch. I wanted to be able to hop right into bed. I made sure that my hair was combed and silky, and I added something a little extra between my legs, something to make me smell nice.
I put on heels and I was ready to go. I felt like a million bucks and all's I wanted was one little fuck in my pussy.
"I went to a bar where they didn't know me as Rickie's wife, and one where I didn't think they'd card me. I didn't want to have to hassle that routine. I sat there waiting. I had to cross my legs because of the bar and the way the stools were, but it turned out to be a plus. My legs were open that way, and guys could look at my thighs if they wanted to. I was clean shaven and I was as tan and smooth as could be. I wanted them to look. I wanted them to do a hell of a lot more besides look, in fact. I wanted one of them to screw me royal!
"Anyhow, it took me a couple of drinks to loosen up. And it took them a couple of drinks to get the idea of what I was looking for: nookey. Finally one of these regulars in the bar comes up and sits down next to me. He tells me his name is Ronnie. I said I liked that name. He looked down at my legs and I told him my name. He said he liked my legs and that he liked the name Candy. It reminded him of when he was a kid.
"Then I got a little better look at him. Ronnie had blue eyes and sandy blond hair. There was a curl in his hair, and I liked that. It was kind of cute. He reminded me of Rickie. I thought that was kind of nice, kind of neat the way I picked out a guy that was just like my husband. I started to tell Ronnie about that, but I figured he might not like that. So I waited.
"Sure enough, a minute later he puts his hand on my leg. It felt so warm and so tender I nearly came right then. He told me he wanted to take me someplace nice. I asked him why he was waiting around so long to ask and we got up and left that bar. We went to a place around the corner, some kind of flea bag joint and Ronnie had a room there. He nodded, anyhow, to the clerk, like he knew him or something, and they waved and that was all I saw of the lobby.
"The hallways weren't very nice. There were a couple of drunks spread out on the walls and they were trying to keep upright and pretending that I was just an ordinary lady. They thought inside that I was a hooker. I don't know why they got that idea. I didn't dress like a hooker and I didn't walk like one. I don't know. Maybe they think everyone who comes to that hotel is a bad ass or something. But Ronnie wasn't, and neither was I.
"He took me to his room. It wasn't as bad as the outside. There was a desk and a chair, and there was a nice big bed with clean sheets. He told me that was one reason why he liked living in that flea bag, because they put clean sheets on his bed every other day, and because they cleaned up the John for him whenever he told them to. He said it was the little things in life that made things nice. We both got undressed and we climbed into bed.
"We started to go right at it, but then Ronnie, he decided that maybe a little foreplay was in order since he was so happy to have himself a piece of ass like me. He kind of liked the way I looked or something, he said, and he wanted to be sure and remember every inch of my body. So he started feeling me up, rubbing his hands against my titties and making my nipples all hard and everything. He massaged my chest, made it get very warm and very needy, if you know what I mean. He rubbed my breasts until I thought they were going to explode or something. Then, really casually, he started to work on my belly and on my pelvis. His hands just went that way, sort of naturally, as though they were thinking for themselves. I ended up kissing him while he was doing that, giving him my tongue while he gave my pussy a finger to work out on.
"He really did have a nice technique. He knew just how to get that finger of his going inside me.
"Also, he knew what to do from the other side, too. He just slipped his hand around my waist and down it went, all the way up my asshole, into my shit cavity. I thought I might die from that. He did it all in one stroke. He ended up having one finger in my twat, one finger in my asshole. I felt like a piece of lamb meat on a barbeque. It was great!
"When he got done poking me like that, I nearly mounted him myself. I was pretty damn horny to begin with, but now I was on fire. I had to have some of that real McCoy, that hot cock meat of his. I mean that was what I came for, and I didn't intend to walk out of that place without getting a good stabbing. So I climbed aboard Ronnie's shaft.
"It was sweet. Sweet and thick. Nice and neat. It rubbed right on into place. I of course had my handsome little loins spread out around his waist and that made it nice for the two of us. And he had his hands reaching up and grabbing off my titties, twisting my nipples and all that kind of thing. It wasn't so hard for him to get hold of me and make me pretty damn fucking hot. I liked that, the way he used his hands, anyway, and he could tell that the more rubbing he did on my titties the more hot sliding he would be getting from my cunt hole. I started squeezing and he started massaging hard, and it was great, like feeding a big fire. Jesus, that was a good fuck. Pretty soon I started showering his penis with clit ooze, just brushing it all up and down with my slippery flesh. It was like a perfect fit, and it was a perfect orgasm, for both of us, too.
"Afterwards, I climbed off of his joint and went to work on his legs. He had been so nice to me that I felt like giving him a little post-coital rub-down. He liked that. I played masseuse and he liked to play customer. I got the idea that if he could have afforded it, he would have been going to a massage parlor all day long. He was just like that, I think, and I guess he couldn't afford it. I would have liked to have given him a massage whenever he wanted it because he was really a very nice person.
"Well, after a minute or two of rubbing, rubbing his thighs and all, he got another bone-on. I didn't know what to make of it. I was pretty much all spent and all. I didn't know if he was gonna want me to suck him off or what. I just kept rubbing him down and he got up and pushed me aside, so I landed on my back. He got up alongside me and made me get onto my belly. That's when I knew what he was gonna do to make things work out for us for a second time.
"I don't know where he got it from, but all of a sudden he was squeezing on a tube of grease. He had the nozzle right up close to my asshole. He had the opening of the tube stuffed right up close to the entrance. He was squeezing it out the way you get the stuff out of an almost empty tooth paste tube. Only he had the head of the nozzle up that tapered entrance to my asshole. He wasn't keeping it away, but he had it up hard, in that little hole really hard.
"I asked him to go easy, but it was useless. He just kept pressing it into me, working that line of paste down my slippery asshole tube. I felt that stuff going into me. At first it was cold, but the deeper it went, the more he put in-well, it heated up in there. If I had flexed my anal muscles right then, all that stuff would have come out. But I didn't.
"He took some of it and put it along his joint. He rubbed it up and down his cock muscle, up and down his spongy head and all along his balls and up and down the shaft. He sure did have a big heavy log of cock flesh there. There was no denying that. And he got that whole thing coated with grease. It looked like I was gonna get a death-defying skewering from him after all.
"I'm only fifteen years old, but I don't think I'll ever be able to forget what it felt like when Ronnie first put the head of that greasy mushroom meat into my asshole. It was like someone had supercharged me, and then they had opened things up so wide that they were gonna drive me out of my mind. It was like splitting a log, only I was the log and the ax was that heady piece of meat of his. It was so large and so thick that I thought for sure that I would never recover from it. He got it all the way down in there, and my tight little tube started going wild. You could hear the way the slopping was going. It was all greasy and that fuck-stick of his was sliding up and down in the tightest hole he'd ever had. I was sure I was gonna die from it. It was driving me crazy. Really fucking crazy. Then he started reaching around, too, and grabbing on my clitoris. He grabbed that little muscle and started flicking it back and forth. Oh, God, it was getting hot and slippery and I couldn't tell what the hell was happening. It was really terrific, like being high with no drugs, like running a race and not knowing that you're the winner until after it's all over. It was one of the best butt fucks I ever did get, and I owe all that pleasure I had to Ronnie and that big penis muscle of his. It was really something.
"The only other time I had something that nice up my buns was from Rickie. Yup, I have to admit it: my husband is the one who fucked me as good as Ronnie. He really did. He plowed his big, and I mean BIG, gargantuan meat into my little rear twat and gave me a good screwing. He did it when I was not expecting it, too.
"We had just sat down to dinner, after a quick fuck in the bedroom, and I was still dripping from the shower. Rickie got up and came around to my side of the table. He finished chewing up his carrots or whatever it was and then he slid his hands under my robe. I knew we were gonna do it one more time before dinner was over, but I didn't realize it would be so soon.
"I looked up at him and he kissed me really hard on the mouth. His tongue was everywhere at once, stroking up and down in there, really rubbing about inside my mouth cavity. He knew how to French kiss me that night, that's for sure. Anyhow, he was kissing me with his mouth, rubbing my chest with one hand-flopping my titties back and forth-and he was stroking my honey pot with his other hand. I was going wild-again. I spread out my little thighs so he could get even more of his big middle finger rubbing on my clitoris. That felt so nice. I lifted one knee, just to be comfortable, and he stroked his hand down my loin. I could feel the chills trailing behind his fingers as he rubbed my rubbery flesh and skin. He landed, of course-it goes without saying-inside my slit. The gash was all juice by now-I mean ALL JUICE! It was terrific.
"Before I knew it-don't ask me how-we ended up on the floor. Rickie was greasing himself up with what I didn't know. Then I felt it. He'd rubbed himself until he was all greasy and now he was rubbing me with the stuff. It was the butter! From the dinner table, of course! It was really greasy and oily. I had no idea. It was awfully sloppy feeling, but I liked it anyhow. Pretty soon he had me spread with the stuff like hot toast. Oh, God was that a funny feel or what?! Jesus, it was all over the place, up between my legs and all over my titties and up and down my pussy lips-I don't know how he did it, but he managed to get it in just about every orifice of my body. As if he could use them all at once...."
"Well, as soon as he had THE orifice greased, if you know which one I mean, he stopped spreading the butter and got rid of it. That left us alone on the floor with my hole buttered and with his hog greased the same way. Well, there was only one thing left to do.
"I got up on my hands and knees and shook my ass at him. It floated back and forth like a cloud in the sky in a mixed up wind. He couldn't keep track of the hole if his life depended on it.
"So, I reached back and between my legs I found his meaty little boner. Of course, it wasn't all that little, but it was very-very, very-meaty. I took the head of all that flesh rod, and I pushed it up toward my sphincter. It wasn't so easy to do at first, not like in all the pictures and all. I had to really work at it.
"For one thing, my sphincter wasn't open all the way. Every time I would relax so as to be able to get that thing up there, well, then I wouldn't be able to get close enough. And when I was close enough, with his cock in my hand and near the hole, I mean, well, then, I wasn't relaxed and it wouldn't go in.
"Finally, I told Rickie that if he wanted to get it all the way in he would have to let me have it while I held my buns open, but that I couldn't do both at the same time. He didn't mind that so much as I thought. Maybe I thought he was drunk or something, but now I knew he wasn't. I took to leaning on the side of my face, which was not so comfortable, but I knew it would only be for a minute or two. I reached back with both hands and pulled my buttocks apart. That way my titties were hanging down and my buns were pulled way back and apart. There was enough room there to get a ramrod in if he had wanted to. His cock was a bit like a ramrod, now that I think about it, and the asshole tube, my anus muscle, was a bit like the barrel of a cannon. He stuffed it on down there and got ready for a very large blast from my explosive butt. It was quite wonderful to feel something so large like that inside my asshole, but I think it was even more of a thrill for Rickie to feel something so tight, like my anus muscle, wrapped around his hog. I think he liked that the best.
"Well, now, once he got it all the way down there, I didn't have to hold my sphincter open anymore. I let go of my cheeks. They went flopping up against the thickest part of that meaty prong, bouncing alongside it, giving it a good rubbing and a nice flailing action. I think that was kind of a special treat for both of us, moving like that. I call it cheek to cheek. It felt good for me, on account of because his cock muscle was so fat in there, and it felt good for him, I'm sure, on account of because my ass buttocks went flopping like titties against the side of the shaft of his thick bone-on. I mean it was just tremendous!
"I started wailing, naturally, hollering and whooping it up. I took to swearing and what not, making sure as I did that I gave that penis of my husband's a good flopping and a proper bouncing. He didn't have to ask me twice when he requested that I move faster. No sooner said than doing. I started rolling my pelvis and sliding my asshole muscle up and down on that joint meat of his. I contracted inside, too, and got the pleasure of knowing that my muscle had never been quite so full of hard cock muscle. And I mean FULL UP, too! It was really something. I could even feel his balls sliding against my buns, nice and easy and sliding like leprechauns appearing from nowhere and disappearing back to nowhere again, nice and easy. It was quite a thrill.
"Naturally, the best part came when Rickie reached around my waist and took hold of my clitoris. I liked that. He bent it back and forth, side to side, and he made sure that the head of my little twat-dickie got a very nice rubbing. That's what's amazing about my husband. He always makes sure that my little twat hole gets a good solid rubbing, nice and tight, tender as can be, and he's never afraid to make sure I get more than enough of that stuff, too. I like that. It only takes him a little while, but I go away pretty much satisfied.
"Anyhow, he had that meat of his drilling all the way up my asshole, all the way into home base and then some, and he had one hand around in my labia lips, feeling me up there, too. Now, to top it all off he was reaching up to my titties, with his other hand, and grabbing my nipples and stroking them one at a time. He was pulling on the caps and twisting up my tips. I thought for a minute I was gonna pop off from just thinking about what he was doing to me. It was truly wild, wild and lusty and the sexiest thing I ever did feel. It seemed to me I would just pass out if I wasn't careful. It was that powerful a screwing he was giving me.
"Now when I was younger, I mean when I was twelve and thirteen and such, when I first got my pubic hair and even just before, I wasn't used to getting laid and all, and the first time a guy wanted to fuck me in the twat I didn't know what to do. So you can imagine what kind of clumsy fool I was when they first tried to put it up my asshole a few weeks later.
"Well, the reason I say that is so that you can make a comparison between three years later. I first fucked up the asshole when I was twelve, say, and then, when I was fifteen, that's when Rickie was giving me one of the best anal fucks ever. Jesus, it was nice!
"I got to gyrating and Rickie-he knew it was nice, too-he got to huffing and puffing and twisting my pelvis just the way he wanted it, and I kept making sure to squeeze him off with my inside muscles, but he couldn't quite get over the hump. I mean, he was practically there, just at the edge of the cliff, and as for me, I was, too. Just about. Just about all the way into the land of Orgasm. But we needed a couple strokes more, me on my clit, him on his penis, and then we would make it. We would have gone all the way. That would be something, right?
"Well, just then the doorbell rings. Can you imagine? Jesus fucking Christ was I pissed off. Rickie, he says to let it go. I don't know about that. I said what if it's a fire or something. He said it doesn't matter. If it's a fire he'd rather go up in smoke and flames. So there we were, with the doorbell ringing and the fire blazing and a cock up my asshole. I couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry or just pass out.
"And then it hit me. Like a bolt of lightning. Wow! It was orgasm!
"My buns started sweating. The inside of my vagina tube started going hog wild. I couldn't get enough of anything in there. Rickie saw what to do right away. He pulled his meat out of my asshole and he wiped it off and then he thrust it into my cunt, all the way to the back. It was one of those times when you get lucky and you get a perfect fit, like a ring on a finger. It was ideal. I couldn't believe how nice it was. I thought I was gonna die from so much pleasure all at once. But I didn't. You know what I did instead? I grabbed Rickie around the neck with one hand, and then I saw what a waste that was and I reached down and took him by the butt. I squeezed his nice firm buns, and I kept him rocking and rolling in and out of my pussy until I thought I was gonna burn up with friction, and I used my other hand to reach down between our legs and get hold of his balls.
"So I had him, see? I had him by the balls, and by the cock and by the butt, one hand on his nuts, one hand on his back end. He couldn't do anything except shoot off up my pussy. And don't ya know? That's exactly what I wanted! It was like getting hit with pudding buckshot. I loved every bit of that shot in my cave. It drove me wild! I felt like a free bird, ready to travel the skies, ready to hitch a ride on a cloud and never come back.
It was good, really awfully good. You can imagine how nice my pussy felt after that. It was like someone had taken their hand and massaged my twat lips inside and out Same goes for my asshole. It was great I really do have to say that for my husband-he is a hell of a good screw partner. He really is."
