The following confessions represent the confidential and personal sexual histories of a variety of women.
These particular transcriptions, unexpurgated and complete as they were originally recorded, have been censored in no way except to prevent the identification of the relatives of the women whose lives they reveal.
All of these women were, at one time or another, committed to the City Asylum of Los Angeles. They shared in common an additional circumstance: a teenage marriage gone awry for both psychological and emotional reasons. Some of the young women have returned to healthy, productive lives within the community. Others of them have not been able to gain the confidence�_"be it sexual, emotional, whatever�_"to lead the kinds of lives they want.
It is the feeling of the editors that the material contained in this volume might someday help other women, or men, through trying or difficult sexual experiences, and will thus make it possible to say that the people who continue to reside at City Asylum have not suffered in vain.
-Lester J. O'Neil
CASE NUMBER ONE: Stella H.
First Session:
"You want to know the nasty things, don't you, Doctor? You think I'm going to tell you things about my twat and about Henry's penis, don't you? You think that just because you're a psychiatrist and just because I got myself into this hell-hole that I'm going to tell you all sorts of dirty, filthy vile things about my body and about my husband and about other people, too.
"Well, you've got another think coming if you think like that, Doctor. I'm not gonna tell just anyone about me and Henry and the other men I know. I'm not like those tramps who come in here and suck you off and then eat your shit and ask you if they left anything out. No, Doctor! You'll find that I'm a different kind of woman: respectful, intelligent, and very, very private.
"I have no reason to boast of my sexual conquests. There were many men who loved me and that fact alone makes me more confidant than the little harlots who come into your office with their panties down and their tongues flapping. You hear me? I have no reason to brag!
"Is this room wire-tapped? I bet it is. I bet you get all the vile confessions about cock and cunt down on tape. Then, late at night, Doctor, I bet you take them home with you and play them for your wife. You play them in quad stereo and hope she gets hot from it, eh? Go on, you can tell me. I won't tell anyone your secrets, Doctor. I'll keep them all right here, right between my titties.
"Here, let me take your hand and show you where my heart is. I'll keep your special sexual secrets right here between my breasts. You won't have to tell your wife anything anymore. O.k.? Isn't that nice? A nice little feel for the Doctor so he can trust me. Isn't that creamy titty flesh nice? Now you know why so many men have loved me: it's because my breasts are big and soft, and because my nipples get nice and ripe just from a little touch.
"Is that what you want to hear, Doctor? You want to know about my big titties and about my hot little box?
Did they tell you how old I am, Doctor? Did they explain where I came from, about my marriage? I'm only sixteen, you know. And I was married for a year. But I suppose they didn't tell you that, did they? They just told you, 'Go in there and listen to all her nasties! Make her tell you that vile stuff about her husband's cock and balls! Make her confess to the sucking and the fucking she's been doing with the other men! Make her tell about the naughty things she's been doing to defile her body!' Isn't that right, Doctor? Didn't they tell you that? Well, I'm not going to tell you a thing. No-thing! And that's final!
"Why are you just sitting there? You think that if you just sit there and smile every now and then I'll tell you about the way Henry fucked me? Is that it? Sure, you bet it is. You think that if you don't say a word I'll just spread my legs and open my mouth and start telling you all about it... Fuck you, Doctor. That's what I say: fuck you!"
Second Session:
"I dreamt about you, you asshole. I dreamt about you and your fucked up nasty penis. You were chasing after me and that hog of yours was blowing in the wind. You got a lot of nerve, Doctor, coming after me like that You really do. You got lots of fucking ideas going around in your head and they're all nasty like old shit. I mean it. I really do.
"You know what else you did in that dream, Doctor? You stuck your wanger inside my cave. I couldn't believe you did it. But you did. You pushed that big slab of meat into my labia lips and didn't stop grinding and fucking the shit out of me until I was a big bag of cum. How about that? You like that?
"Well, it's a lie. I didn't dream about you at all, Doctor. I dreamt about Henry. He was taking me in his arms on our honeymoon night, and he was rubbing his body up against me, and it was just the way it was in real life. He was sliding that big meat of his along my leg and he was telling me how much he loved to hold me. I remember it just the way it was... and sometimes I dream about it.
"I don't like to go to sleep at night because of that. Listen to me, breaking down and sobbing like a little baby. I don't like to go to sleep because I worry that I'll dream about a big cock sticking me in the rump. Oh, Henry was into all of that stuff. He used to spread my buns and get that penis of his flying into my asshole like it was a twat hole. I never had any of that when I was in school. In school we only did petting. Henry never told me he wanted to fuck that way in school. He just kissed and made out and all. Then we get married, and boom! Right away quick he wants to send it up my asshole. You'd think that was the natural thing to do.
It's so filthy and nasty I can't believe it. The worst part, Doctor, is that it hurt and it made me get turned on. It's sick, I know, but it's true. The more he punched me like that with his flesh stick in my anus, the more I got turned on. Isn't that awful?
"He used to reach around the front and grab my tits. He would get my nipples and pinch them with his fingers. He would pull on them while his joint was getting up inside my anus. I hated that. But I loved it too. It was so vile and filthy. It made me feel humiliated. I couldn't look at myself in the mirror for a week after that.
Every time it was the same. He would fuck me up the butt and I would cry because I didn't know why it felt good and hurt at the same time, and then I would feel like crawling in dirt. It was awful...
"Henry wasn't the only one I allowed to fuck me in the asshole. I didn't want to do it with this other man, but I let him anyhow. I don't want to tell you his name right now. He's older than Henry, and that should be a hint as to who it was. He was big, and he was shaped the same way as Henry. He used to come over and tell me stories and stuff. He liked me. He was a nice man, but he had 'other' interests. He was interested in my body. I used to see him inspecting me. I could feel his eyes on my skin. Even if I was washing dishes or something like that, with my back to him, I could feel him looking at me, feeling me up with his hands�_"those fingers in his brain were going all over my flesh and giving me chills, playing with my legs and my tits. I didn't know what to do. He was so nice, otherwise...
"... well, one day, Henry left me alone with his father-in-... oh, shit, I wasn't going to tell you! Oh, well, it's out now. It was Henry's father, the first other man. His name is George. I was going to tell you sooner or later anyhow. But I wanted to keep that out of it for a while. But it was George, my father-in-law who I gave my asshole to next.
"It didn't happen the way you think. I mean I didn't just spread my cheeks and tell him to shove it up there.
I'm no slut. He came after me. It was typical. I was sitting in the living room doing my nails with a Hie, my cuticles. He came up to me and sat right down alongside. I smiled, but I didn't know what to say. He was sitting too close.
"George is older and good looking, like Henry, but I was afraid. I didn't know why he was sitting like that, leaning up next to me. It was too much. I asked him to move and he said no. He said Henry wouldn't mind. I didn't know what he was talking about. I put the nail file down. I asked him what exactly Henry wouldn't mind. He said: 'Henry wouldn't mind if I slammed my pecker up you're you know what. In fact, he told me all about how you like it that way!' "He had this smile on his face, Doctor. It was terrible. He was smiling and licking his lips like a wolf. He was looking up and down my body, especially my chest. It felt like he was touching me even though he was only sitting right next to me. My heart started beating so fast. I didn't know what to do.
"I was wearing one of my little white blouses and a pair of shorts. Only three buttons and my prudish temperament separated him from an unhindered view�_"not to mention whatever else that brute had in mind�_"of my chest I wished to God that I had taken the time to strap on a bra that morning. Oh, shit it was awful. I could feel his eyes touring the tops of my titties, scanning them. It felt like finger tips sliding across my skin. I had chills, and Doctor, this is my sorrowful confession to you: some of those chills weren't from fear�_"they were from sexual excitement!
"Oh, what a loathsome beast I am to have even contemplated such a nasty thing! It was dreadful, but it's the truth: the thought of eating up his cock muscle, rubbing it in my face and licking the spongy tip�_"that's what was going through my mind. I saw him defiling my body and I enjoyed it! I wanted to vomit.
"He slid closer and curled his fingers around my exposed thigh. My skirt had ridden upwards to my hip.
My legs were bare and the slick flesh was so vulnerable. He grabbed at it and his fingers reached into the loin of that leg. Oh, God, he kneaded the flesh! Can you imagine what was going through my brain at that instant?
It was terrifying! My father-in-law?!! The very idea... it made me ill!
"His hand kept moving. He must have seen in my face the revulsion I felt, but still, he kept working his hand up my leg. Oh, maybe it took two squeezes or three, but it was persistent. His fingers were getting closer and closer, and his grip on my thigh was getting tighter all the time. I didn't know what to do, Doctor. I couldn't say a thing. And all the time his face was inches from mine, his lips spread and turned upwards at the corners in a big lecherous smile. God, I'll never forget that face as long as I live!
"He didn't say a word. He turned me, with his left hand on my leg, and he put his right hand on my other leg, up high on my thigh. I was so frightened that I could hear my heart beating. He spread my loins by pushing them apart. He pressed my legs away from each other. They were open and my cunt and my undies�_"he could see them. My panties had pulled down. They were snagged on something from underneath, and he could see my pubic bush. He let go of one of my legs and said: 'Be a nice girl, just like hubby told me you are,' and he slowly reached into my crotch. He put his fingers around the elastic part of my panties and pulled then) away from my bush. 'Now be a nice little girl,' he said, and he let go of my other leg and reached up under my skirt and took hold of the panties at the elastic where it was near my hip. Then he pulled my panties down around my thighs. I was so scared I didn't know that I could yell or scream. I was just watching my panties slide off my legs, down around my knees and away. They were all rolled up and he left them like that on the floor.
"He brought his hand up along the inside of my leg. He started at my foot and all the time that he did it he was just staring at me, looking at my glazed eyes. He was saying, 'Just be a nice girl and your hubby's Daddy is going to take good care of you�_" everything's going to be just fine. Don't you worry about a thing... And he was staring at me, but his hand was sliding up from along the top of my foot on the back of my leg, on my calf, and then up to the knee and he went on the inside of my thigh and started pressing his fingers at my naked vagina. He stopped when he reached the entrance, just for a second, and he made an extra little snicker.
Still he wasn't even looking, and he started fingering around down there like he was looking for something in my bush, and I couldn't figure out what he was doing, and then he found it�_"he found my clitoris. He smiled special again and started rubbing it with the tip of his finger. It was vile and filthy the way he did that, and I bate him for it. He shouldn't have done that, Doctor. He shouldn't have.
"He never once looked down between my legs. The whole time he did it he was looking me in the eye and smiling in that way of his. He was fingering my cunt hole and looking me straight in the eye with a smile. He had this spark in his eyes and he didn't care a damn what I said or did. I could feel it That much I knew for sure, that if I resisted he would have punched me and bruised my body and hurt me in any way he could. He's a contemptible creature.
"He started using two hands and he pulled my skirt up around my hips, all the way, so that my slit was naked except for the hair nature gave me. He laughed a lot at that, and he looked down between my legs and then back at me. I told him: 'Henry's gonna be home soon and I don't care if you're his father or the Pope. He's going to get you bad for this.' He laughed in my face and took hold of the collar of my blouse, not around the neck but at the buttons. Then he yanked his hand down through the buttons and tore my blouse open. 'Well, well, well,' he said, and he was staring right at them.
"I reached up around myself and covered my titties with my hands and my arms. I recoiled into the corner of the sofa. He took my hands in his, by the wrists, and he pulled my arms back from my chest. He said: 'I'm not really interested in any of this shit�_"your tits or your cunt�_"but I just want a little look-see. Like I said earlier, I'm going to go for a sail up your anus. There are no two ways about that.' "I wanted to kill him. So help me, Doctor, if I'd had a gun with me I'd have killed him�_"my own father-in-law�_"I'd have blown his brains out all over my husband Henry's living room...
"He pushed me down flat on the sofa and rubbed his hands on my hips. 'Now roll over,' he said. 'Just roll over and everything's going to be dandy.' 'Dandy' he said. I hate that word. How awful! What a filthy old man he is...
"But I rolled over. I had no choice. He had me, as you men say, by the balls. He knew that I was excited�_"not so much by the anal intercourse he planned but by my nudity and fear and by my imagination of his cock�_"and he was bigger and stronger, more able to use force to get what he wanted. He wasn't afraid to take advantage of his strength, either. He was fearful of nothing.
"I had on only my skirt now. He had my panties off, and my blouse open and shredded away. He rolled my skirt up from the back and exposed my buttocks. It was so humiliating that I hesitate to tell you the rest. I don't know why I should, Doctor. I don't see what good it's going to do me to spill my guts this way.
"Oh, shit, I won't talk about it any more. I don't want to think about it. It's awful enough without having to go over the vile, filthy details."
Third Session:
"I don't know what I told you last time. It wasn't me talking. You know what I mean? It was that ugly wretched woman inside me, the one who turned into a harlot and a tramp, a married slut who did all of that other stuff. It wasn't me at all, Doctor.
"I don't know why I tell you these things. It's awful. I shouldn't reveal myself this way. It makes me ill.
"I told you about my father-in-law, the way he assaulted me, didn't I? I told you about how he got me down on the carpet and spread my legs and my ass cheeks? Well, what more do you want? Do you want the vile ugly truth about how he spread his spit up and down my ass crack? Do you want me to tell you how he used my sphincter for a mousehole for that filthy rat penis of his? Or would you like me to tell you how he shredded my cheeks with a leather strap afterwards? Would you like to have been there, Doctor�_"so that you could have looked at the welts and put mercurochrome on them and said, There, little girl, you're all better now...
"There were more disgusting things that happened to me besides that time with my father-in-law. But it's different than when you don't have any choice. You know what I mean? Sometimes I can do something ugly and sinful in order to have a good time. It's not the same as ass hole rape. It's different when you go out for it yourself. I don't mind being humiliated then. It's by choice in that situation. It's different. It's the kind of fun I look for sometimes.
"Oh, yes, I'll be the first to admit it: sometimes I go out and look for a man to hurt me. And it has to be with sex. I don't know why I'm so nasty that way. It's almost as bad as George, but not quite. It's sickness. I don't know why I do it...
"... one time I went down to the docks, to the place where the truck drivers load and unload their rigs. I knew what I was looking for. It had to be from a man, a real man. He had to be willing to give. It was a foggy day and it was early in the morning. I was wearing a skirt and heels and stockings. I wanted to look older, more mature. I didn't want some guy cracking jokes at me just when I was about to score what I needed. I looked around the docks and I saw him.
"He was a big man. He could hold onto me if I started yelling or screaming. He could make me hurt. I knew it just from looking at him. He had this coldness about him. It was like he was mean and soft at the same time. He would know what to do.
I crossed the boardwalk and started to try and get to him. He turned around when he heard my heels clicking on the wood. He was wearing a leather jacket and he'd been talking to some guy in overalls. He told the guy to leave him alone now, that he had business to tend to. I came up even with him and stopped and looked down at his whole body. I just looked him up and down with my hand on my hip. I tossed my head back and then grinded my teeth and said: 'Well, ain't you something! Look at ya, standing there like yer a big man or something.' I looked up and down the dock. 'You got all these guys convinced you're human?' I laughed. That's really a big joke, ain't it?! Ha, ha, ha!' Then I patted him on the cheek and started sauntering away.
"Doctor, you never saw a man blush so hard. He came up behind me and grabbed me and swung me around by the arm. 'Hey,' I says, 'watch the merchandize, honey. You ain't bought and paid for it no how, eh?' "Well, he took a real close look at me, in my eyes and up and down my body. I pushed out my chest so he would be sure not to miss my best feature. I didn't want this little confrontation to be a bust, if you know what I mean... Well he kept looking, sliding his eyeballs up and down me and then he says: 'I never paid for any kind of a piece of ass, let alone one that's married... He picked up my hand and showed me my wedding ring, which I had stupidly neglected to remove. Then he dropped my hand and started laughing. He was laughing at me, Doctor, and I couldn't stand it.
"I went running up alongside him. He was walking away and leaving me back there. I had to have him. He was running away from me. I grabbed him by the arm with one hand and started to whisper, but I made sure that my other hand went traveling, down between his legs, into his loins. I wanted to play with that muscle of his, that big strong meat that I knew he had to have down there. He turned on me, stopped and said: 'Well, listen, in that case, why the fuck not?' "He took me to his apartment which wasn't far from there at all. It didn't take long for me to get my panties down and my bra off, along with everything else. I showed him the goodies and when he saw what a fine little hole and bush I had, he said: 'How come you treat yourself like this?' I looked at his dog: 'So good, you mean?' He smiled and then laughed and so did I. He took me in his arms which were big and strong. He hugged me tight against him and pressed his mouth muscle into my face. He rolled his lips against my mouth and we Frenched for a minute. I could feel that hairy chest of his getting tight and then relaxing, getting tight against my titties, and pressing into me. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to take that big flesh gear stick of his and ram it down my cunt hole. I knew that if I got that meat into my twat, then I'd be hot for a year and a half.
"So I reached down. I grabbed it from his groin. I got my fingers curled around it and pulled. I tugged up to the head. That thing was blushing and big and spongy. There was no stopping me once I felt how good and hefty a thing it was. I just had to go sliding down on it. I wanted it in my mouth. I had to have that thing grinding in my face.
"Well, I got down on my hands and knees and rubbed around and around. I pulled that big long fuck stick up and down and side to side and in circles. It was really something, Doctor, to feel that flesh pole in my fingers, and to be swiveling it like a gear shift handle. I could watch his balls get all hot and stiff, too. They were getting covered with goose bumps. I just loved seeing him get hot that way. It was terrific!
"Well, I didn't just use my hands, Doctor. No sir. I took that big hunk of hard meat and stuffed the tip of it between my lips. I rubbed it around down there, used it like some sluts use a dildo. I pushed it at my clit.
Well, you know that little ruby bud of mine just stood right up and stuck out so it could get the best rubbing possible, eh? And it took to twitching and all that sort of thing, so much so that the inside of my hole got all juicy and slippery and everything. It was really something else. I loved it!
"A little while after that I reached around his butt and he pressed me down flat and jammed that meat of his into my twat. He crammed it all the way down inside and I could feel that ridge of stiff little bonelike stuff going to work, in and out, pumping in my box. I know it was a nasty thing to do, Doctor, but I reached around his back and stroked between his cheeks. I just wanted to give him a little tickle in his anus. It was fun to feel that sphincter muscle all tight when he was pressing in me that way. Boy, oh, boy, was his muscle ever hard! I tell you!
"After about fifteen minutes of that, I was so excited that I was starting to juice all over him. My big soft breasts were creamy and chilled, and nipple tips were rubbery and sticking out. And as for my cunt, well, you know how juicy a twat can get, eh? Mine was just so slippery wet that I couldn't help myself. I just started leaking all over his boner.
"I have something to confess, Doctor. While he was fucking me I had this silly desire. I wanted to piss on his stick. Isn't that odd? I wanted to urinate on his meat while it was going in and out of me. I wondered if he would know I had done it But I didn't do it. I just thought about it for a second. Then I gave him a good hard twist with my hips and felt that jackhammer action of his thrust his joint all the way into the back of my cave where it spurted out the hottest, creamiest jism juice my pussy ever had! It was wonderful to feel that cum spray splattering inside my body, inside my vagina, especially when it came in little bullet like squirts to make my hole as hot and as steamy as it could possibly be.
"When he yanked that joint of his out of me, I looked at him and said that I was a pretty good judge of truck drivers. I told him I could pick a man with meat. He smiled. I said that he had a nice hard-on still. He pointed to it and said that I should clean him up. I did that, went down it licked it dry as a bone. I rubbed my Ups around the head and gave the base a good tongue job. His balls were even clean when I finished. He said that I was good. I let go of that filthy thing�_"I mean it was clean�_"but it was nasty... and I told him I had to go home to hubby. He said that was alright because he didn't want to get serious. I land of had to laugh.
"But that's just an example, that time with the truck driver, of some of the trouble I get myself into. I shouldn't have told you about that because now you're going to think evil things about me, aren't you? You're going to think I'm like those sluts who come in here and spread their legs and let you fuck them, the ones who go down on your joint. Look at that, Doctor. I can see that pecker of yours getting hard in your pants. Look at the way it's bulging up there! Oh, my, the Doctor has an erection... isn't that too bad... hee, hee, hee... I think I'll just give you a little look at my titties so that you'll be able to have something to get off on, Doctor... but I'm not like those other sluts... the ones that come in here and suck you off... here... look at my breasts... aren't they nice and large... the nipples... and maybe you should see my twat, eh? Wanna see my twat? Look here...
oh, nize, eh... nize and juicy wet... but Doctor, I'm not like those other sluts, you understand... you can see that just from looking at my pussy, eh? It's obvious I'm not a slut... "
CASE NUMBER TWO: Eileen Z.
First Session:
"It's like I told the other Doctor: I got a nice tight little asshole and it seems to me I should be allowed to use it anyway I want to. Just because I'm under eighteen everyone thinks they can tell me what to do. Well, in another two years, Doctor, I'm not going to be under eighteen and then I'll be going and fucking my brains out as much as I want, no matter if I'm married.
"You think Dick cares if I go out and fuck with my anus with another man? Not at all! He's just jealous!
That's the only reason, in fact, that I'm here at all. He just wants to see me suffer because I went out and had a good time fucking some other guys. He really doesn't care at all about me and my fucking or any of it. Why, I bet if I'd come home and sucked off his meat he'd have forgotten the whole thing. It's too bad I have such a big mouth and told him all about the anal fuck with Andy, his buddy. Shit, if only I'd known...
"... But how was I supposed to know that Dick would get upset. All I told him was about how Andy had a big pecker. He knew I was lying when I told him I'd found that out, about Andy's cock, from Sharon. He just didn't believe anything I said from then on. I guess I had to tell him about it.
"But really, Doctor, Andy did give me a good screw job with that meat of his. I don't know how he does it.
Maybe it's experience. He's a lot older than Dick, and he's fucked a lot more girls. Maybe he just knows automatically now what to do when.
"You know what? If it weren't for screwing, I think the world would be in even more of a mess than it already is. I like fucking so much that I don't think there's anything else worth doing. You know that? Is it so bad that I like it up my asshole?
"I'm getting to be pretty good at it myself. I think that I prefer cooking oil to butter. Ifs got more lubrication to it. It gets in everywhere and I love the feel of it sliding around between my ass cheeks. You know what Andy told me? He said that my buns were the perfect shape and color. He likes the way they're nice and white and all and the rest of my backside is brown from being out in the sun. He's the one who first showed me about using oil, too. Before that, with Dick, I used butter or cocoa bar, or something like that.
"Greasing up is half the fun. When Andy spread that stuff around on my cheeks, just from the feel of his hand going up and down in there, I knew that I was going to be having myself quite some time with him. He has a unique way of using his fingers, too.
He greases up his long middle digit, the most boney one of them all, and slides it into the sphincter very slowly�_"oh, he really takes his time with that first touch�_"and then, as he gets further and further into my anus he presses harder and begins to swish that finger around and around in a gentle circle so that he plies my little anus muscle open and closed, rubbing it and making it wider with every stroke. Oh, God, what chills run up and down my back when he does that!
"And his other hand isn't just sitting there either. Maybe he has me around the nape of the neck, or maybe he's got his hand down between my loins. He fingers my clit, too. He knows just about everything there is to know about asshole fucking, and I think that's why, even though I'm married, I went with him for that buttfuck. You could just look at his face and know that he had experience in rear entry. Isn't that something, Doctor? How a man's face can tell you what kind of sex he likes to have? I bet that's how most people pick out there lovers... by their faces... or maybe by the shape of their asses...
"... anyhow, when Andy first shot that muscle of his up inside my tube, I thought for sure I was gonna die.
I told him from the beginning that I thought that thing was too big. While I sucked on the sides of it, earlier, I said to myself: 'Girl, this is one big muscle. If you get this thing in your ass it's not gonna be easy getting it out!' But I kept sucking on his rod anyhow, working away at those little ridges, playing with the tip and making believe that it was smaller than it really was. Licking the mushroom head was a lot of fun, too.
"After I had him wet all over, and I could see that his joint was about as big and powerful as a bolt of hot steel, I told him that I wasn't so sure anymore that I wanted that thing up inside me. He said that I shouldn't worry so much. I laid down on the bed, flat the way he told me to. I spread my legs and looked back over my shoulder. He was smiling at me. That's a cute little girl,' he said, 'just the way I like 'em.' I took a last look at his cock muscle and he started kneeling down between the backs of my thighs, crawling up inside there. He was getting himself adjusted. Like I said, I was laying flat on the bed.
"I reached up and spread my hands out so I could get hold of the big round wooded posts at the head of the bed. I held onto those wood poles with my hands so that I would have something to squeeze in my fingers if it got to be too painful. That's when I felt that oil go pouring down between my cheeks. It was like cool and slippery at the same time. It was oozing in there between the flesh of my buns. It was nice and soft, too. Then there was that hand of his, rubbing it in, massaging the crack in my ass flesh. He worked the side of his hand, the base of his palm, back and forth between my buttocks. I could feel him going everywhere at once. It was driving me crazy. Jesus, he knew just how to rub me that time. It was amazing.
"I looked back over my shoulder and saw how he was concentrating on doing a good job. I loved that look in his eye, the way he was being careful to hold my butt sandwich open and the way he was sliding his finger up and around my sphincter. I could feel him getting ready to put it in, and then all of a sudden, as if he had planned to do it really fast, he just slipped it right in there, all the way up inside so that my anus muscle was torn open and ready for anything. Jesus, fuck, it was hoary!
"A minute later, of course, he had that big fuck rod of his slammed into my arse. He had it all the way up in my bowels. I don't know how he got it that far into me. When I fuck Dick, he never goes so deep. He gets it in there, up inside my tube, but he doesn't get it all the way in, not into the shit corridor. But Andy, he wasn't afraid of getting all the way up there. Or maybe it's not a question of being afraid�_" maybe Andy just has a bigger stick.
"It doesn't matter. What matters is that I shouldn't have to wait until I'm eighteen to start fucking. I don't think anyone really cares except my father and he doesn't even know why. And my mother could give a damn.
So that leaves those old men who make the laws. They're probably just pissed off they can't get their dickies up anymore, so they want to make sure that no one else gets what they can't have. I'm sure of it, Doctor. I bet that's why they don't let me go and fuck all the men I want to. Why else?"
Second Session:
"I don't know why I'm still here. I'm as sane as the keepers of this crack-pot hole. Some of the nurses here are more dingy than I am. I saw one of them spying on a girl last night. You know that? She was leaning up at the window to the girl's room and looking in there. She didn't care about that patient�_"she just wanted to get her giggles watching the girl jack off. You think that's right, Doctor?
"Maybe I'm only a teenager and maybe I fucked up my marriage by going out and getting some anal fucking going, but that doesn't mean I don't know right from wrong. I know a nurse isn't supposed to watch a girl masturbating. I know that much. How come she was watching like that? Does she think it's right for her to look at a little girl sticking her fingers in her pussy? Not that I think ifs wrong or crazy. I just think she should have asked that girl first What do I care, anyhow? How come I even give a shit...
"Let me tell you: there were other guys besides Andy. Oh, yeah, sure, I didn't tell you that, eh? I didn't tell you about the other big hogs I used to get crammed in my asshole. Everybody thinks I'm Miss Goody Twoshoes. Let me tell you, Doctor: when I was in school, before they carted me off to this hell hole, I met a lot of guys. Not just one or two the way Dickie thinks (Come to think of it I don't know what Dickie thinks.
You know that? I have no idea what he thinks!) "Anyhow, there were other guys. The first was this dude named Rick. Now there was a man with a big mean meat. He was a tough guy. He didn't even go to the school. I met him at a dance after school one day. It was late afternoon and I was so shy back then I needed lessons on meeting people. So my Maw sent me to this class, this dance class, and Rick was one of the instructors. He knew how to dance, alright, but that wasn't why he was there. I don't think he needed that job for the money, Doctor. I think he used that job to meet young girls. He must have been forty or something like that And all of us, we were only about fourteen and fifteen.
"Anyhow, I was dancing with him because he was one of the instructors. He said he wouldn't mind giving me a few private lessons. I didn't think much of it at first but then I decided that I knew exactly what he meant, that he was considering only one thing when he suggested our getting together. He wanted to play around with my tits and maybe with my pussy. The next time I was supposed to dance with him I told him that I thought he was a nasty vile person for suggesting such a thing. You know what he did? He just looked down at me and said: 'You don't like to dance?' And then he started laughing because he knew I couldn't prove anything. And because he knew I secretly wanted to go with him and let him defile my body. I craved his big fat hog!
"Maybe I'm not supposed to say things like that. And maybe I wasn't supposed to notice the size of his joint. But it was there alright, about as magnificent a bulge as you could expect to feel while you learn to dance the fox trot. I mean rally, Doctor, the music was loud and we were sliding along on the dance floor between all the other couples, and every time he took a step toward me, that big lump in his pants, that flesh sausage, it went rolling against the inside of my thigh. I couldn't help but blush, and maybe it was the dancing, but I think it was that feeling of the cock against me, brushing up against my leg�_" whatever�_"my heart just pounded and thumped until I couldn't take it anymore. I told him I was too hot to dance anymore and fainted dead away.
"When I came to he was fanning me. I was alone in some little room off the floor, away from the others.
He told me what happened. We were the only two people in the room. The others went for help,' he said.
'You'll be alright in a minute.' I smelled something foul. It was the smelling salts. He put them away and sat next to me on the couch. I was so horny for him that if I were a boy I would have had an erection like a hat wrack. I was just hot and lusty.
"There were lots of times before then that I had been horny and sexy and all. But I didn't know what it meant. I mean I didn't know that when the juice started leaking out of my twat that it meant I ought to go and get a cock put in there. And I didn't know that when my nipples got all big and the tips swelled up with hot blood that it meant I should get laid. I was just so dumb in that regard.
"But just then, when I was laying there on that couch and that dance instructor was sitting there alongside me and that juice was oozing in my pussy, I couldn't help myself. I was just really ready for a big prick to get slammed into my twat, and I didn't want to wait another minute. I didn't dare, though, tell anyone.
"But the man, he leaned down close to me and patted me on the thigh. 'Feeling better?' he asked. His hand was on my leg. My heart nearly jumped out of my mouth. I was so excited by the feel of his hand I thought I'd cum from it. I was worried that he was going to do something to me right there in that little room. I could hear the dance music coming through the floor, and the lead instructor was counting off again: 'One-two, one-two, one-two,' and the record player was all scratchy and everything.
"I said to him: 'I thought you said they went for help for me?' He snickered and said: 'I lied. I told them you were going to be alright. We have a few minutes alone, little one... He stroked his hand up between my legs. I could feel his fingers getting higher. I told him no, and I shook my head from side to side, started to holler it out, and then that forty year old man put his big wet lips to my mouth and shoved his tongue down my throat.
He French kissed me and used his hand between my legs to get my little cunt even hotter. Oh, Jesus, Doctor, he really knew how to get in there and get me stimulated. It was frightening in a way. You know that? It was one of my first times, especially with an older man, and I was afraid...
"Well, he got my panties off very quickly. I told him that I was hot and all and that I thought maybe it might be better for him to stop what he was doing, that I might pass out again. He said no, and turned me over and started rubbing my buns. Then he let up. I thought he was done. I turned around and say what he was doing. He had opened the door and was peeking out to look at the dance floor and the time. He wanted to know if he had enough time to get me the way he planned, and he was locking the door.
"Oh, shit, I was so scared. But I was hot, too, and I didn't want him to stop�_"not really! I wanted him to defile my body, to rape me and fuck my holes. I wanted to have him do all sorts of debauchery to me, to ravish my flesh with his fists and his muscled pecker. I wanted him to never stop. But at the same time I was young and didn't know what I was thinking. This was two years ago, see, and I didn't know about sex. I just knew that it was nasty and that it made my heart beat faster.
That beastly man, he kept coming at me, even though I was trying to fight him off. You see: even though I wanted him to do all those things, even though I wanted him to hurt me with his cock and to humiliate me that way, I didn't want him to lay a finger on me. Can you understand that, Doctor? Does that mean I'm sick?
"Before you answer let me tell you what else he did! He locked the door, like I said, and he came back and laid down alongside me and even though I told him not to, he kept rubbing at my body with his big hands.
Pretty soon I couldn't fight him very well anymore. I was tired and he was getting his way. The last thing I remember doing to prevent him from muscling me under was reaching out and trying to grab his crotch. I was going to hurt him somehow.
"I don't know what happened next, but he got me down, flat on my belly, and I wasn't able to attack him the way I thought. He had me flat on my stomach and my little buns were spread. I told him it would never work and that if he did that to me he would go to jail. He laughed and started rubbing his joint between my two ass cheeks. Can you imagine? What nerve? He just started fucking me there in that little room not a hundred yards away from where he was supposed to be giving me dance lessons. I couldn't believe it was happening to me.
"After a little while he took his big joint away from my hole and spit on his fingers. Then he put his fingers down next to my sphincter and rubbed his digit up and down on it. He worked his finger into the anus. I was hurting so bad that my face and hands turned all white. I couldn't scream�_"that's how frightened and turned on at the same time I was.
"Next thing I knew there was his huge thing sticking me in the ass. It wasn't his finger, but since I'd never had a cock in my asshole before, I didn't know what it was. At home I used to masturbate myself by putting my fingers in my ass and my pussy at the same time, but never anything that large. But this was gonna kill me. It was so big. Jesus, I was scared. I couldn't make sense. It was ruining me. That big hog was killing my asshole... it was inside... I went unconscious... I don't know what happened...
"Well, I do recall him taking me home. I was blushing and trying to figure out what I could possibly say to my friends from dance class and to my parents. If I'd wanted to I could have told them about what that man did to my anus, but I didn't I don't know why. It might have been because secretly I enjoyed it. I actually liked having that big flesh log rolling into my arse. And that's what the dance instructor taught me. And I was still a virgin, too.
Third Session:
"I guess I should tell you about some of my earlier sexual experiences. I told you about the first anal fuck.
Did I tell you about the first fuck in my cunt? About how my hymen got busted before that, but how I stayed a virgin until I met Jimmy?
"... Jimmy was a big man. He wasn't afraid of anything or anybody. I met him at a Friday night football game. I went to the game alone because I was supposed to meet a friend of mine there, a girlfriend. She never showed up at the gate which is where we were supposed to meet up, so I just went and sat down in the stands.
This guy was sitting there alone and I didn't think anything at all about sitting down next to him. I was alongside him and kind of enjoying the game when I got a look at him out the corner of my eye. He wasn't just a big fellow. He had nice eyes and chiseled features. He was about as old as some of my teachers. You know, he wasn't a kid.
"Anyhow, I sat there eyeballing him every now and then. I couldn't help but look between his legs, just out of curiosity. I wanted to see if maybe that big mushroom hog of his was sticking up or something. I mean, I didn't know if it was a big one or not, but I kind of imagined that it would be and wanted to see if I was right.
It wasn't bulging out or anything, but it was there, plain as day, alongside the inside of his thigh. I could see it laying there, sort of like it was in a holster or something. I wanted to reach over and grab it. I don't know why I felt that way. It was really sudden. There were lots of boys from my school. I could have grabbed them in the hallways and told them how I wanted to play with their things, but I never did. Somehow this was different. I don't know why.
"Anyhow, I waited until half-time to say something. I told him my name and how I liked to be sitting next to an older fellow at a football game because that way if someone got drunk or something there would be someone to protect me. I don't know why I told him that, but I was making it up in order to have just anything at all to say to him. He smiled and told me I was cute kid. It seemed to me that he was condescending. I didn't want to be called a 'cute kid'. And I told him that. He started taking me a little more seriously during the third quarter when I reached onto his leg and told him that I thought it was nice how big his thigh was. He liked hearing that, I guess, because after a little while he took hold of my hand and pulled it down close to his cock, in his crotch. He had a blanket with him and pulled it up over his lap so that you couldn't see my hand between his legs. I can't tell you what a thrill it was just to be feeling up a thing like that with no one telling me not to, with no one even knowing what I was doing!
"Under that blanket I was stroking at the bulge in his pants. He told me to hold still for a second. I did. He reached under the blanket and undid his button, the snap. He unfolded his pants and his cock came out. I felt that big spongy tip go against my hand and my wrist. I reached for it and took hold of the thing. Oh, boy, was that ever nice. I had that meat in my hand and no one could see me doing it, and I was rubbing it and pulling on it. Everyone around us was watching the football game. There we were, me, a fifteen year old girl and that guy, about thirty-five or something, sitting in the grandstands, and I was pulling his joint. What could be nicer?
"Well, it didn't take long for me to finish off that hand job for Jimmy's pecker. He was cuming under the blanket. Everyone around us cheered for the football game, but when I started hollering it was because I was so hot to think that I had given this adult man a good handjob. His joint stayed stiff for a little while, and then it started getting soft and limp and all. I could feel how slippery that sticky juice was that came out of him.
But the sex was all over for him for the time being. He took my hand out from under the blanket and pulled up his zipper. I wished that we were alone in some bedroom and that I could go licking on his member, cleaning him off. He deserved it. He was so handsome.
"Well, Jimmy might have been satisfied, but I wasn't. That feel around his cock only served to get my juices flowing. I could sense the liquid ooze in my pussy getting hot. It was getting ready to pour out, just go spilling and sliding from inside me. I turned and looked at him. 'Mister,' I said, 'I know we only just met but I'd really like you to do me a favor.' He looked at me with these big kindly blue eyes and said: 'Sure, kid, anything. You name it.' I don't know where I got the courage: 'Take me home with you?' He smiled and took me by the hand. 'Let's go right now,' he said. 'It's a terrific idea and I think we ought to go right now.' I was never happier to hear someone talking to me.
"Well, all the way to his house my heart was beating like a hummingbird's. Pitter-patter, wham-bam, I couldn't tell the difference. I was just thinking: this is it, I'm not going to be a virgin anymore, I'm not going to have to worry about what it's like to have a big cock up my pussy�_"III know what it's like to go fucking...
"His house was big. It wasn't just an apartment like some guys have. It was a regular house. He was single and he lived in the suburbs, just like married people. Don't you think that's odd? That this single guy didn't live in a condo or something? I mean there he was, in the middle of the suburban mire with a front lawn and shrubbery trimmed and a pathway and all that shit that I always hated. He lived there and he was thirty-five and he was going to be fucking me, someone twenty years younger than he was. What a trip!
"The place was nice inside. He had it nicely decorated. There was plenty of carpeting, lots of neat pictures on the walls, drapes, and all that kind of family shit. It just didn't look like a single man's house. But when I got to the bedroom, then I knew I'd arrived at bachelor city.
"Not only did Jimmy have a water bed, but he had a glow lamp which was making seeds pop up and leak marijuana powder, and he had a shelf full of dildos and sex tools, and he had pictures on the walls of naked women and men about to do it, men with big hard-ons and women with big titties and they were holding their twats open�_"I mean, if the outside of that place was a suburban house, well, it was like a big disguise for what he had in that little bedroom. It was really something else!
"The waterbed wasn't just a waterbed, either. I could tell that right away, as soon as I sat down on the edge and took off my flats. It was heated and unlike the regular ones you could see through it. You could look down through the mattress and there were fish floating around in there, and then under that was a mirror, so that you could see yourself through all the water. It was really amazing. I must have been smiling like an idiot or something because Jimmy started telling me about the bed without my asking or anything.
"I don't know how it happened, but after he finished telling me about the mirror and the water and all, I was naked. I guess he must have been undressing me while he was telling me that story. And then he was rubbing his palms up and down against my chest and telling me where I could get such a bed if I wanted one really. I told him that I didn't care so much about the bed as I did about getting another feel of his cock. He smiled and spread his legs. He was naked too!
"I looked down there between his hairy muscular thighs. That joint of his, now that I could get a good look at it down there, was much larger than I thought it would be. It looked like a big brown piece of log. I wanted to sand it down with my tongue. And that's what I did, too.
"I pushed Jimmy down on the bed and spread his legs with my hands. I worked my fingers up and down between his thighs. I went sliding in there, giving him a good long feel, and then I cupped the head of his dick with my lips and tongue. I caught a pretty good hold on the head of that meat and slid my mouth muscle back and forth against the spongy part. Pretty soon he was red and wet and juicy. I had to have more. I got more. I got nearly half that wedge of dick meat into my mouth. I went sliding my face up and down on it. I don't know what was keeping me going. I just had to try and get that thing as slippery and hot as possible. I loved looking at it, too, watching it as I went up and down on the thing. I could see myself in the mirror underneath, my face sliding up and around on that big spongy tip. I don't know what could have been nicer right then. It was a terrific sexy feel for us both.
"Well, Doctor, all good things must come to an end. I stopped sucking off. Jimmy and told him I wanted to have something else. He said I could have anything I wanted, but that first, since he was so hot again, I would have to suck him into sexy oblivion. I did that. I got back down on his meat and sucked him off until he shot sperm juice into my mouth and I swallowed all of that stuff right on down into my belly without missing even one single stroke. It was as good as any pro, is what he told me, better even!
"After that, well, you can just imagine how ready to go I was! My nipples were as hot as marble-sized pieces of burning coal. And my chest was the color of hot embers. My face blushed, my legs sweated, my insides were crawling with ooze. Jesus fucking Christ! I'll never forget how damn hot I was after sucking that man off. It was really something else. Even my face was sweating. Can you imagine?
"Well, Jimmy he told me that he was in need of a little rest. After all, he had shot his wad once at the football game and once in my mouth. What man wouldn't be a little tired? Anyhow, he wanted to rest, but that didn't mean, he explained to me, that I had to rest with him. He showed me how to use a dildo.
"He took one of his tools off the shelf and gave it to me. He explained that when I was good and hot with the thing, he would then get his penis into my pussy and finish me off. I don't know why, but I kind of liked that idea, the idea of getting myself really juicy and passionate and all, and then demanding to have the real thing. It appealed to me.
"I took the machine and stroked up and down my leg with it. But I didn't know how to use it really. I didn't have it turned on, even. He took it from me and showed me the switch at the back of the handle. I tried it that way, with the rubber tip vibrating. Well, there was only one place to put that prong, once I saw the way it shook and all. I shoved it up against my clitoris and let out a whimper and then a wail that Jimmy couldn't believe. He told me later that I sounded like some sort of bobcat that was getting its nuts cut off. I have to admit, I was in some other land of ecstasy from the feel of that thing grinding away on my clitoris. It was making me so hot and so sexy that I couldn't control myself at all. I was just huffing and puffing and jamming that machine in and out of my slit. Even my twat lips were getting ready to explode or something. It was that juicy, that sexy. I didn't know what to do. I was beside myself with sexual energy. I needed to have the real thing.
"Well, I guess Jimmy knew that too. Because he looked over and saw how my browned thighs were all chill-covered and how I had my long loins spread out wide so I could get more and more of that dildo into my twat, and I guess he could tell too from the way my nipples were sticking up and twitching almost, and he took that machine out of my hand and said: 'I'm gonna give you a real thrill now, baby. You just spread 'em and relax.' Well, there was no way in the world that I could have done much else. I just laid back and reached down between my loins and took hold of my labia. I got one Up with one hand and my fingers, and the same for the other. I pulled that fleshy little hole of mine open and I said: 'It's about fucking time, Jimmy. I really do mean it. It's fucking time!' "He smiled and climbed up next to my hole. His cock, I mean�_"that was next to my hole. He pressed the head around and around against my clitoris. That spongy device went twitching and teasing like I'd never had it before. At first, I was reluctant to show him exactly what I wanted. I didn't know that I had it in me to express my true sexual desires. But eventually, having told myself that I very much needed to play with his penis the way I wanted it, I reached down and took hold of the thick stalk. Just the feel of that thing in both my hand and my cunt at the same time set my heart into a rapid fire pace. I couldn't believe my good fortune to have chosen such a fine man with such a willing meat for my fuck pleasure.
"Now that I had his joint a little more in my control, I could guide the thing to just about any place in my hole that I wanted. By shifting my hips right or left, I could get a certain angle on the head of that big meat, and I could make it go rubbing just right at my clitoris. Or, if I pressed my legs open and spread wide, and took a good tight grip on the tip of the joint, I could glide up and down on the crown and the rim, that big lip of cock flesh, and make my clitoris start twitching like a mouse in a trap. Oh, Jesus, Doctor, it was really something special!
"Well, you know, there is one very memorable moment in a girl's life. There's the first time she kisses a boy, and then there's the first time she gets a hog in her vagina. You know that? I mean, ALL THE WAY IN!
Well, that's what happened next: I wrapped my hand around his butt and pushed his body close to mine so that his entire meat Was wrapped in my cunt flesh, so that his big boner tip went charging like a bull down my tunnel, and so that my inside muscles started squeezing like you wring out a sponge. Oh, God, it was so fucking good! I'll never forget that drilling, not as long as I live! It was my first time. I'll probably be thinking about that first fuck when I take my last breath, on my death bed. It was that memorable, that good...
"Later, Jimmy took me home. We met a lot of times after that, just for our fuck pleasure. But the affair didn't last very long. He had his people to tend to, and I, after all, was only a kid. Besides, though I never told Jimmy, I was really interested more in ass fucking than in regular screwing, so our relationship wouldn't have lasted that long anyway.
"After we stopped seeing each other, I went through a period of being pretty lonely. I didn't know what to do with my incredible anal crave, I mean, after all, I knew what I liked once that dance instructor had shown me the way, and now I was ready to go out and look for it. When I met Dick, my husband now, well, that's when I was able to figure out for sure that I could get all the anal fucking I wanted. I knew it just from looking at him. Don't ask me how, but I knew.
"One thing led to another. We got married and he poked around up my asshole just the way I knew he would. And then I started fooling around. You know, at first I was just cheating a little bit, every now and then, and then Dick found out. That's how I ended up here. I don't give a damn what anyone thinks. I like anal fucking. It don't matter to me that I'm younger than most girls who like it. What business is that of anyone else but me? It's my butt, isn't it? It's my tight little anus, no? Isn't it my pair of cheeks that get the slap-happy grind? And isn't it my choice just what kind of fucking I want to do?
"... Jesus, sometimes I wonder if this place really is a free country. You know that? Just because I'm young and I like to get a good stiff meat up my asshole I get carried away like a madwoman! Isn't that a crock of shit?! Well, let me tell you something else, Doctor. I'm not going to come here and talk about myself anymore. Today's the last time. I have a lot on my mind but I'm not going to tell you or anyone else about it because, well, I don't think anyone understands, really. I have a lot of things I could say, about what men have done with my asshole and about what I like in a big cock and how I like it in my sphincter. But I'm not going to say another word because I don't think you or anyone else would really appreciate it. It's too bad we live in such a fucked up society that I can't talk about what pleases me in my bunghole, about how I like a meat to get in there and slide around and all... it's really a shame... it really is because there's a lot I could say... but I won't... I just won't say anymore because... because I know... I know it won't do any good. My lips are sealed!"
CASE NUMBER THREE: Carlo, M.
FIRST SESSION:
"The handcuffs, Doctor, were not my idea. I don't know how Ed thought of them at all. When we married he was as straight and normal a sex partner as could ever be found. Not only would he never mention such an odd kind of sex, but if he saw it suggested on a TV. show, or in a magazine, well, he would get angry and not want to talk about it or anything. Doesn't that seem odd to you?
"And yet, thanks to Ed and his strange sexual habits, here I am. It is a cruel irony that the woman gets put in the asylum and that the man who thought of the strange sex�_"he wanders the streets free to entice yet another women into his weird love behavior. I suppose he told you when he brought me here that I was the one who wanted to use handcuffs. I bet he even said that it was me who suggested the bondage idea in the first place.
"I know him, Doctor. He lies. He tells stories. He makes up things to fit his own ends. Before we married?
Awk! I should have known from this: before we married, he suggested one night that we go along Santa Monica Boulevard and just look at some of the street women there. Do you believe it? Here I am, a young woman, going on eighteen, and my future husband is telling me that it might be fun to go watch the whores who parade their wares on the street! What a filthy vile man he really was back then! But I didn't even notice it. Not me. I was so in love I couldn't see through him. But what I did know, even then, was that when we got back from that disgusting ride of his, that little tour of the muck in life, he told my mother that it was my idea that we do it, that it was me who suggested such a think. Do you believe it? Do you think that I would really so such a thing? It's beyond me where he gets the nerve, the... the... the BRASS BALLS, really, to conjure up such an idea. It's disgusting, really... I don't believe I was ever really in love with such a man. And yet here I am, in a mental institution because of him. It's vulgar to think about.
"Yet no one believes me. None of you here think for an instant that I tell the truth. Let me start way back at the beginning, when I was a child, when Ed and I were child lovers and when things were much more pleasant, not just for us but for everyone... maybe then you'll believe me... and maybe then you'll let me out of this straight-jacket at least... out of this sexual asylum that you fools call a hospital... oh, yes, where shall I begin... it's so long ago...
"... I was thirteen when I discovered my slit. It was bald then, and yet I was having disturbing feelings. At night I woke with startling dreams, nightmares, fantasies, terrible delusions. I feared sex. I loathed the idea of a man attacking my body and making me dirty with his hands and his legs and his... shudder the thought... his MEMBER! Oh, God, it was awful. I don't know why I felt so terrible about things sexual, but I did. I wanted the world to be filled with romance. Sure, there was some of that around, but I could feel it even then, the way it was getting worse, the way the violence was creeping into my life, the way men could utterly destroy a woman. I don't know why I had such thoughts when I was barely pubescent but it is a fact.
"My closest friend, even before puberty, was Ed. We knew each other as playmates from the sandbox. We grew up together. We did everything side by side. And so, when I first discovered my developing twat craves, it was only natural that I share the fact with Ed. I pulled him aside one afternoon after school and showed him my little hole. I told him that from in there, under my skirt, were coming fabulous little desires, things that I didn't quite understand except in terms of their power to make me feel much differently than I ever had before. He smiled and said that he too had had some new feelings. He showed me his penis, and I saw for the first time that his member, or rather his crotch, was getting hairy and that he was going to be able to do what I then called love-making very soon. I was taken aback by his open display of himself, but I was fearful that I might not again have an opportunity like this one, the chance to see and feel his young cock.
"So I asked him that day if I might not take a feel of that little stick of his. He said it was o.k. because we had been friends for so long, that it was alright for me to do anything I wanted to with his young penis. I fold him that I wanted to put it in my mouth. First, though, I wanted to touch it. I wanted to run my fingers up and down that thing and see what it felt like to touch it. Deep down inside I was jealous that he had hairs on his body, around his penis, and that I did not. I was also envious of his having something that stuck out of his body while I, deprived woman, albeit a young one, was left with no penis, with no appendage sticking out of my legs, from my crotch. (I later asked my mother when my penis would grow and she said never. It was crushing news, this unalterable fact, and I wandered the house in total despair for a week, and then I found my clit... but I am getting ahead of myself... I must go back to when I was touching my young Ed's cock muscle...
) "He let me feel it anyway I liked. He kept his word. I took it in my hand. At first, naturally, I was tentative.
I didn't know what it was, how it would feel. I touched just the tip with my finger, held the rest in my palm. It grew before my very eyes. Imagine my innocent surprise when I witnessed that piece of meat extending itself, growing larger. Not only did he have something which protruded from his legs, something bigger and heavier than anything I had between my little loins, but he also had something which could telescope outwards, fill my hand and then some. Jesus, Doctor, I now knew the source of my terrible nightmares. The sight of Ed's terrific muscle getting larger and fatter in my palm reminded me of my greatest fear: I was sure that it would keep growing to such magnificent proportions that it would never be able to fit in my hole, that it would, once pushed into my slot, continue to grow like a Sequoia Redwood, that it would grow larger and larger and destroy my entire insides with its terrific size. I feared it would tear me apart.
I let loose of the thing. Ed smiled and asked me how I liked it. 'I don't know,' I remember telling him. 'It's so odd looking, the way it grows, the way it gets large.' He said: 'That's because it likes you.' My desire to put the thing in my mouth had long since passed. I glanced once more at his stiff thing and turned and ran. He laughed after me and demanded to know in his raucous, mocking voice, when I would next show him my little slit I told him I didn't know if I ever would and ran all the rest of the way home.
"A few days later I had the courage to ask my mother about what a penis was, about how it grew so large.
She wanted to know how it was that I knew at all that a pecker grew. I told her I had seen one in a magazine, seen one stiff and fat, not like Daddy's was when I had seen it but big and long and like a piece of curved drift wood, and that I had not been able to understand why my father's was small and scrunched up and why this other man's was long. I almost told her the truth, that! had seen a penis grow to a full size, but I didn't dare.
She explained to me about sex and still it wasn't enough.
The nights grew longer. I would wake heated and sweating. I knew that my dreams had been of the forbidden, nasty sort. The days were few when I wasn't thinking some naughty thought. Hardly an hour went by when I didn't imagine a man assaulting me, my legs being forced open and my body ravished unmercifully.
I feared the moment when my head would hit the pillow at night for it meat yet another eight hours of unbridled sexual fantasizing, wishes and dreams which I knew would end up in my punishment. Somehow, somewhere, I calculated, my thinking about Ed's penis and about my little slit was going to get me into trouble. I didn't know how, when, or where, but I feared it nonetheless.
"One morning�_"don't ask me why�_"I woke up early, before the rest of the household. I yawned, stretched awake, and noticed between my thighs a slight grey smudge. It was a small puddle, the size of a silver dollar, and it was in the sheets. I feared at first that I'd wet the bed, that I had let my urine flow without even knowing it, just a drip or two, but enough to make me a nasty child. But somehow I no longer felt those nasty feelings, those guilty thoughts. I felt good, charming, innocent, ready to face the day. I know it must sound contrived that I, a thirteen year old girl, would think myself all of these things, but it's true. I didn't know the word at the time, but I felt freed, exorcised of my guilt feelings. Still, I couldn't determine the source of the little grey spot on the sheets.
"I climbed from the bed and started across the room. As if I'd never noticed my nude form before, I stopped in front of the floor length mirror on the back of the closet door. I looked closely at myself.
"My titties were growing, and, to my amazement, I had the same kind of hair between my legs, all around those formerly bald lips, as Ed did around his cock. I smiled and went closer to the glass. My nipples stuck out like little pieces of floating cork. They rested easy on big brown caps, and then swooped upwards into little pendular teats. I had often seen and wondered about my mother's chest, and now I knew: I too would have those full long creamy things, those large breasts which on occasion I had seen my father fondle. It was quite a shock�_"a good one, if you know what I mean�_"to see that my body was becoming, without my even trying, with no effort from me, a lovely prize, one that I could be proud of. My skin was smooth, my hips nicely sculpted, and the shape of my legs could, I knew, give a man, were my loins exposed, reason to pause and look at me. And I had grown taller since the last time I looked at myself in the mirror. It was remarkable. I was becoming a woman. I couldn't help but give myself just a hint of a smile and a little wink... "
Second Session:
"I guess last time I told you about how I was growing up or something, about how Ed and I were friends and always had been. Well, there was a lot more to it. That first time that I had seen that I had a little pussy there between my legs wasn't the last time that I examined myself. I waited a week and kept a little diary of how I was growing. I kept track of the growth of my pubic hairs, the size of my lips, and the way my legs were needy of a shave, even, every now and then.
"Mummy didn't like me shaving, and when after the first time she caught me and scolded, well, I did it in secret when she wasn't around. I just knew that Ed and the other boys in whom I had some developing interest would like me better if I didn't have any scraggly hairs on my shins. The ones on my thighs were blonde, and when summer came around, finally, all the hairs were blonde and I didn't have to shave at all. That was nice.
It was nice to look natural, to have my legs be full and ample and shapely and browned and not have to shave them.
"Anyhow, I started thinking about what a fool I had been not to take up Ed that last time on that opportunity I had to play with his thing. All my fears about being destroyed by a muscle that grew were gone.
And my pie was every month getting larger and healthier. The inside of course was getting tighter and fresher.
Sometimes I would juice just from thinking about Ed and his big flesh stick. I didn't envy him anymore, either. Because I had found my clitoris!
"That was quite a thing to discover, you know, Doctor? No one had told me that there was such a thing, you know. I suppose that they just assumed that I would find it myself or something. I wish they'd have pointed it out. At least when I started bleeding my mother could have explained it to me. But Mummy only explained the science part, not the fun stuff. The fun stuff, as far as Mummy was concerned, well, that was all still secret and not to be talked about. I had to find but about that kind of thing all by myself.
"I started with a mirror. I put it there between my legs. It was a little compact mirror, a round thing with a magnifying kind of glass in it. It was the kind of thing that made everything just a little bigger. I got it down there between my legs one night�_"that and a flashlight�_"and it made it so I could see my fingers going along in my pussy. Oh, God, it was really something to see the inside of my little cunt hole. It was getting, like I suspected, juicy and hot and the clit part was standing up and making just like an erection, only smaller. Of course, I didn't know why or what for. All I knew was that it was fun�_"a lot of fun!
"I watched myself that night. I watched my finger flick my clit. I watched that magic nub get bigger, fatter and juicy. It was something to discover, you know. It really was! I liked the way it could be flicked, and I most of all liked the way I could do it all by myself and feel good.
"When the chills started up I knew that I had discovered something very nice. I mean, my nipples got hard like little lemon seeds, only a little bigger, and my chest was hot, sort of like it was blushing and sweating a little, and my arms were getting flushed. I just knew that I was into something nice. And even though I didn't know what to call it, I knew it was sex.
"Well, I don't think I had an orgasm or anything like that. But I sure did get hot and juicy. It was like that time before when I woke up and there was that little grey splotch on the sheets. Only this time it was happening while I was awake�_" I was making it happen, not my sleeping brain. I was happy about that. It meant something special to me. I don't know why, but it meant something special.
"About a month later I started talking with Ed again. I don't know how come we hadn't been speaking for so long, but that's how it was. Maybe we both had to go through all those changes or something. But by the time we got back together again, we were both about as mature, or on our way to it, as we were going to be. I guess maybe we were fifteen.
"Ed, he took a big chance that day. His Mom and Dad were away for the weekend and he was able to get hold of the keys for the second car. He got all dressed up and he came over and picked me up. He was driving even though he didn't have a license or anything. He took me down to the beach, and we had a hamburger and a soda and then we drove back, just after sunset, to the city. Of course, he couldn't let me off in front of my house cause my Mother would know about his driving illegally and all, same as when he picked me up, and when he got to the corner, which is at the base of the hills where everyone always used to park, he said that maybe we could try driving up a hill, just to see what that was like. Well, it only meant I'd be a little late getting home, and besides, I still hadn't told him about some of the new things I was feeling, so I said that it was alright with me if we drove up into the hills for a little while. He smiled and said he thought I might like that.
"Well, Ed parked the car over the edge of the hill. We had a pretty good view of what there was of that city. I leaned next to him, like I saw a girl do it in a movie, and I don't know where Ed got the idea, but he put his arm around me. I felt his fingers, even though they weren't touching me, as if they were, around my breast and up and down my nipple. My heart was beating super fast when I told him: 'You know what, I have become a woman, Ed. You know that? Since I looked at your thing two years ago, I have become a woman!' "'Sure,' he said. 'I knew that. Just one look at you and your body and the way you comb your hair these days, and I knew that. Knew it all along.' He smiled and kept looking out the window. Maybe he knew it and maybe he didn't, but one thing was for sure, he didn't know when he was going to share it with me. He was just as scared as a possum on the run from a corn farmer with a loaded shot gun. Or maybe he was trying to play it cool. In either case, he was taking far too much time for my money. So I reached out, kind of as if I didn't know what I was doing, down there between his levies and got my hand around his thigh. I just set my fingers there so that I would have a nice little feel if I wanted one in a minute or two. And I smiled.
"Well, Ed, he turned toward me, and his eyes were a little glassy, kind of like someone had buttered them for him, and he was closing them so I closed mine. I felt that hand of his around my shoulder tighten and squeeze, and he drew me around toward him. His mouth was close to my mouth, and then his tongue was going down between my lips, filling me up, and he was French kissing me in one long sweet kiss. Jesus, Doctor, I knew that something was up. I kept my hand there on his leg and let him kiss me, and then, I don't know what I was looking for, but I came up with my palm on a bulge the size of a sugar bowl, and I kept rubbing and feeling it, and it was that same familiar muscle from two years before, and this time I wasn't going to be afraid of it and I wasn't going to go running away just when it got to be full-sized. I kept kissing Ed, and I started working on getting his belt undone.
"It didn't take long. First I got the buckle. Then I got the snap and the zipper. Pretty soon I had his pants wrapped down below the level of his penis. He still had his underwear on. He'd given me some help and I was enjoying all the rubbing I could get going on his meat. It was a hell of a lot of fun to be working out on that cock muscle, even though it was still inside his cotton briefs. But that state of affairs wasn't going to last long�_"that was for damn sure! Come hell or high-water, I knew I was going to spending some time with my fingers curled around that thick hog meat of his.
"Well, I got my hand under the elastic in his underpants. At the same time, he worked his hand up between the buttons of my blouse�_"even popped one, stopped to apologize, and then continued�_"and he was actually doing everything I'd ever imagined he would when he got there. He was rubbing my titties, squeezing the nipples, pulling on the nubby tips, and he was getting hotter himself, too. His breath was coming faster. I liked hearing him pant every now and then because he was enjoying himself, because his heart was beating faster because he had my breasts in his fingers. It was really something nice for me.
"Well, before I knew it, while he was squeezing my tits, I was getting down on his member. It happened like I wasn't even thinking about it. I was just bending over it and doing what I was afraid to do two years before. I had it in my mouth and I was kissing it with my tongue, really freaking out on the tip of it, just going wild: I couldn't seem to help myself. I don't think I could have any more stopped licking the head of that meat than Richard Nixon could admit he is a crook. It was just too much for me!
"Well, pretty soon I was on my knees. Believe it or not, in that small space in the front seat of that car, I was getting down between his legs, rubbing my hands up and down between his thighs, and I was getting his cock all hot and steamy. I was on the floorboard and he had his legs spread so I could get that muscle of his into my face the way I wanted it. Ed, he couldn't believe his eyes when he opened them and saw me working out on the head of what must have been his VIRGIN meat.
"Now I'm not one to brag, Doctor, especially in this situation where they have me locked up here in this asylum for sexual stuff, but I do believe that I gave header that afternoon to Ed the way he'd never had it before, the way he'll never get it again�_" except of course from me! That is, were I to give it to him ever again after the way he's lied about my sexual desires and all. But first let me finish telling you about how it was when we were young, about mat first time.
"Like I said, Doctor, it was really good. I was licking up and down that pole like it was made of candy and I was starved for a week. I rubbed it between my lips, sucked on it and swabbed it with my tongue. I kissed his balls and made that meat of his so wet and so juicy ripe that there was no keeping him from getting hotter and hotter. He just had to be as horny as possible. I didn't know what I was doing consciously, I guess, but I knew I was having fun and I knew I was getting Ed ready to do something that needed to be done. And since it was my body, my young teenage flesh that was going to be defiled, I wanted it done in style.
"Does that sound odd? That I wanted to lose my virginity in style? Not just with a bang but with a big stiff shot? I don't know, it seems right to me. Anyhow, I licked on his pole with that in mind.
"Finally, Ed suggested what we both knew had to happen. We had to climb out of that car and get out on the ground outside. He'd come prepared, with a blanket and a pillow, even, and I guess he knew as well as I did�_"which sort of surprised me a bit�_"that that night was going to be the night! We got spread out on the ground outside along the car. He took my blouse off me all the way and then my skirt and panties and everything. At first I was frightened to be naked up on that hill. There were houses not far away, but then when Ed took me in his arms, and he was nude too, I wasn't afraid anymore. I couldn't be. My mind could only think one thing, and it wasn't fear: it was that down there between my legs was that flesh stick, hard and long and bowed like a cocked weapon, rubbing at my titillated flesh, begging me practically to reach down and guide it to the target area.
"Just as I was about to reach for it, Ed took to fingering my cunt. He reached down between my two lips and found my clit, that secret little button. He started rubbing it up and down. I didn't ask him how he knew about such things. Really, it didn't occur to me until much later that he had probably been reading about sex and about women and all sorts of things and so he knew what to do. He did it well, too, rubbed it up and down, got me panting, gasping for breath. Naturally, I started swinging my hips, rolling my mound and squirming under his terrific touch. It was great to have his finger pressing in there, stroking along my little sex button, working out on my insides. There wasn't anything in the world that could make me think nicer thoughts just then than the feel of his digit worming around, gradually going deeper and deeper into my pie.
Jesus, that first time is engraved in my brain like it was a woodcut, a lithograph printed on my white matter! I loved it.
"(But it's like it was by a different man than the one I married. I have to say that. The man who fucked with me that afternoon�_"the boy, I should say�_"he was somebody other than the man who brought me to this place!) "Just like I've more or less said it, he didn't use just his finger. He got me going that way, and my long smooth legs were hot and all from that, and my chest was burning with desire from the way he was stroking it and kissing it, but what really got me going finally was when he applied his meat to the entrance to my body. I never in my life felt something like that before. It was like fire burning at the gates to heaven! At first he went in only so far. He touched the inside of my body with just the head of his long muscle. He pressed it back and forth in that small space.
"Down deep my channel boiled. The juices oozed, prepared to spill out along his shaft and onto the blanket under my cheeks. My anus was even itching, a feeling I'd never had before. It was all new and desirable, and my whole body wanted more of it, more of that rubbing and touching, and most of all, more of that long flesh screw muscle which was just beginning to penetrate my cunt.
"I reached down behind Ed's back, wrapped my fingers softly around his two buttocks and gave him a big handy squeeze. I worked his soft ass cheeks until they turned solid with muscle. He pushed his joint, as we both knew he must, further into my vagina. At first it was all pleasure. I could only feel his stick and my long slick muscles beginning to operate around his rod, that steadily descending piston. But a moment later, an inch further on in the assault, his cock head hit square upon the center of that delicate net of tissue, my hymen.
I don't know why, but just for a second�_"perhaps Ed sensed my body tighten in fear�_"he stopped and whispered in my ear: 'I love you,' he said. I was going to say something back, and then it was too late. My brain was aching with some terrible pain, some sharp knife was twisting between my legs, tearing open my hole, and an explosion of the wrong kind of nerves was taking place in my mind. I didn't understand why it hurt.
"There was a gushing, and I knew that something had been wrent, some flesh fabric of my interior cave had been torn asunder, and that a part of me that had once been was no more. My body went suddenly limp, loose, and I felt the tears coming into my eyes, my taste buds going salty. And still there was this hammering in my pussy, this stiff thing rubbing and pulling out, jamming in and poking me hard and long and then rubbing out. I didn't know what to do. Gradually, having overcome the pain, I came back to my senses and realized that I had been digging my fingernails into Ed's buttocks and that he was wincing and telling me to 'Go easy, babe, go easy... and that I was no longer a virgin, that his pumping rod was squirting my bloodstained interior flesh full of hot semen.
"When it was all over Ed pulled his rod out slowly. I lay there in a little bit of a stupor. I didn't know that it was going to be like that, that I was going to have pain and that the lusty feel of his organ was going to bring with it that first time the destruction of something within me. Up above me the stars burned and sparkled in blackness. I wondered if it might be night on some other planet, and if some other virgin teenager might not be having her lover for the first time. Suddenly, I was overcome with fear. No, Doctor, it wasn't fear, it was terror! I was terrified that there was no other planet, no other place in the universe where life grew and that Ed and I and people like ourselves were the only ones responsible for the course of human events, and I was quite startled with our awesome responsibilities! My first encounter with sex brought that thinking upon me.
Third Session:
"Ed and I made love a great many times after that first one on the hill. We used our bodies sexually the way the rest of the world uses water. Everything we did, however, was quite ordinary. I never did more than blow him, and he never asked for anything except that and a standard, Missionary Position fucking. I wasn't anxious for anything more in that regard, and I considered other kinds of sexuality, of whatever purpose, to be sinful, vile and nasty. I had managed to clear my brain of the idea that his flesh bird was a naughty thing, but such repressive thinking came quickly back to mind as soon as I pondered what it might be like to have his tool shot up my anus, or rubbed on my foot, or perhaps jacked off on my fully developed chest. Such thoughts as those caused me to think back and fear my once overbearing guilt feelings from early puberty. The fact that Ed never suggested such things�_"though I now know that he must certainly have thought of them�_"appealed to me. I liked him because he had long been my friend, my childhood playmate, my first lover, my confessor and therapist all wrapped into one, and there was no reason for me to consider a negative answer to his proposal that I marry him.
"A date was set, plans were made for a honeymoon, our parents went wild with the notion. What could make people happier than to have the romantic childhood tale of first love consummated in marriage come to life? It was thus that Ed and I were greeted from all sides by congratulations when we announced our betrothal. We were all of seventeen, as mature and knowing as the people who had seen us grow to that age, and we figured that we knew just about everything there was to know, and about everything there was to know about, too! How ignorant we were in our bliss!
"The marriage and honeymoon went off without a hitch. Ed's father arranged for us to spend three glorious weeks on a South Sea Island. There, at night, during the day, on a deserted beach, we screwed our brains out.
We made love in every conceivable position, always with Ed's cock in my cunt. We did it standing, sitting, on our backs, bellies, sides, upside down and sideways. We even developed some methods which we thought were new. But no matter the position, we were always careful to keep his cock in my cunt. We were righteous about that, feeling that any other orifice�_"except for foreplay with the mouth�_"was unquestionably a vile thing to be doing or thinking about even.
"Well, when we returned to home and set up housekeeping, we were regarded as the love-birds of the block. Neighbors welcomed me in the community, friends from all around wished us well, we settled into the comfort and security of suburban living. Ed took a job at my father's company, and I tended to the household chores. It was, as uneventful as it may appear, the foundation for a devastating moment of realization.
"One night after a particularly fine fuck-session, when Ed's rod glistened wet with jism juice in the moonlight, I leaned down and did something I had never done before. I licked his meat with my tongue�_"after the fucking. He suddenly started up. He swore at me. He called me a heathen, said that he would never again kiss me. I looked at him dumbfounded with his hollering and his yelling. I couldn't understand how or why he would find this act of mine so offensive. 'I thought you would like it,' I said. He called me tramp, slut, vile wench, whore and bitch. He said that there was no excuse for the kind of filthy behavior I had shown him.
"To frighten him, I said: 'Well, in that case, why don't you rollover and let me kiss your garbage hole!' He slapped me. He said that I would suffer eternal damnation, that he would see to it that I was made to live in hell for having such thoughts. I don't know where this sudden change in his behavior came from. I don't know how he ever conjured up such a bad attitude about me.
"The next day, to my relief, he apologized for having burst out in that manner. He said that he wasn't quite himself, but he added�_"this frightened me�_" that I, too, was not quite myself. I let it pass and considered this period of strife in our young marriage over.
"But two weeks or so later I again indulged myself and proceeded, after intercourse with Ed, to lick his balls and his cock. This time I went so far as to put my titties to his spent meat before he shoved me backwards and off the bed. Again he ranted and waved his fist in my direction, yelling and demanding in a broken maddened shriek, that I go and cleanse my oral orifice. He followed after me and filled a douche bag with liquid and made me use that device to wash out my mouth. It was the most awful thing I have ever experienced. And yet, this was from my husband, the man with whom I shared the holiest of vows. I could not for the life of me understand what was happening to him or to myself. It was the strangest twist of events.
"This time it did not pass so easily. The next evening, feeling a bit sexy, I climbed down on the sofa alongside Ed. I reached between his legs. He was wearing trousers and I had on a pair of shorts. I reached for his member and started stroking at what I hoped would soon be a wonderful bulge in his crotch. He slapped at my hand, tossed my arm aside and got up. He turned on me: 'You're a filthy creature, Carla,' he snarled, 'and you deserve some punishment for your sins. I'll see to it that you get it, too.' With that he stormed away. I started after him, but no matter how I pleaded and begged with him to be more himself, he wouldn't listen to me. He went out into the night and didn't come back for several hours.
"When he did finally return, he was drunk and unkempt. His tie was undone and his sleeves were sloppily rolled around his elbows. His fingers looked yellow and boney. His face was sweaty, his lips tight and anger permeated the expressions, no matter which came to the fore of his face. I recognized the features of my husband, but the man was some sort of strange anomaly, a disfigurement of the human character. Things had gone awry in his brain, his character had become demented, and I knew, just from a look, that he intended to take out his personality disintegration on me. I feared and loathed it, this dissolution of character in the same manner which I had once been terrified by my own young, pre-pubescent craves and polymorphously perverse wishes. It was the same terror which struck me that night when I lost my virginity and realized that perhaps we were alone on this planet in the universe, alone for to make it good or evil...
"But that's neither here nor there. He came at me, stumbling and drunk. His hair was a mess. He reached out for me and fell over the coffee table. He shattered a pair of glass doves, a sculptured piece given us on the occasion of our wedding. He landed on the sofa, but I hopped away and out of his clumsy reach. I warned him, told him that he shouldn't be acting this way, that it was foolhardy and unlike him. He snickered at me, 'Bitch, wench, slut, whore... you have a lot of nerve to talk that way! You cunt!' "He Was a man possessed and wicked within himself. Something gnawed at him. I didn't know what to do.
I could only scamper here and there about the house until he tired and gave up trying to catch me. I was lucky that he was drunk. Soon my plan worked. He took a fall, crashed to the floor and managed not to hurt himself but didn't get up. I leaned close to him, loosened his shirt, sponged his face, did all those nurse things that would make him feel comfortable and then went and sat on the couch. I thought for sure that when he came around in the morning he would be himself again.
"I fell to sleep on the sofa and had a very odd dream. I pictured myself alone with a strange beast I wasn't sure if the animal was man or ape. He had a huge cock, one that went stiff just by looking at it. The thing must have been six or eight inches long. It was thick, too, as a baseball bat at the far end. I wanted that big meat, and the ape wanted me, wanted to fit that huge sword into my cunt. He took me in his arms and stroked me with his monkey paws. He grunted and despite my worries to the contrary, the feel of his palms was quite nice on my flesh. He worked his boner up and down against my legs and inserted the whole thing into my pussy. It was a marvelous fit one that surprised me as much as it drove me wild and out of my mind. I could feel that huge ape tool working away inside my body, making me hotter and sexier by the stroke. I loved the feel of that animal meat grinding me into a sexy pulp, making me orgasmic and satisfied. When the dream ended, I woke up on the couch. It was morning, and Ed was still out cold on the living room floor.
"It was then that I spied the handcuffs. They protruded from below his belt At first I didn't know what they were. I could only see a ring of bright steel, shiny, polished, metal. I wondered what it was. I stooped over him and reached down for the ring and couldn't help but think back about my dream. I don't know why it came to mind just then. I pulled on the metal discs and saw that they were handcuffs. I started to take them off of Ed's belt, but he stirred. I didn't want to disturb him, so I let go of the idea of getting those steel bracelets from him. I was still assuming that he was going to wake up as normal as ever.
"I forgot all about the cuffs as I prepared a healthy breakfast. I wanted to make sure that everything was in order when Ed came to his senses. I wanted to keep track of him, to trap him in sanity, to make him remain the man I married and not revert back to this awful caricature he'd become. I was halfway done cooking eggs when I felt some presence behind me. I turned and looked. It was Ed.
"He looked awful, worse than the night before. He was unshaven and badly bruised on his forehead where he'd hit the floor. His body stank with some combination of sweat and booze and bodily function. I could see that he was staggering and only half-awake. 'Ed,' I started to say, but he didn't even hear me. He stumbled forward, I screamed once, and his tight fist slammed into my jaw. I must have gone down instantly, crumpled into a heap on the floor. I remember things spinning, twirling, and I was in the hands and arms of that ape again, and my body was nude and the ape muscle was pounding and grinding in my body... but I had no idea where I was...
Fourth Session:
"When I came to it was in the basement of the house. Don't ask me how I got there or why. I don't know. I was chained. My hands were tied by brass chain to two spikes stuck in the cement behind my head. The same was true of my legs, only they were fastened apart at the ankles. I could lift my head but that was all. Do I have to tell you that I was naked? You couldn't have guessed? Well, I was. Completely. Ed had even taken off my wedding ring...
"I lay like that for what seemed like days. It didn't occur to me to call for help. There were no windows, no visible means of escape even if I were to manage miraculously to set myself free. I wondered when and if I would be fed. I'm sure that it wasn't unlike being a prisoner of war. It was constantly dark in there and I had no sense of how long I'd been there.
"Finally, Ed appeared. I didn't hear him come in or leave. He was just there. For all I know, he'd been there all along, ever since I came to my senses. Or, he'd entered from somewhere up above and come down a flight of stairs. I couldn't picture our cellar as it is so I couldn't quite figure out where I was in relation to the staircase. All I knew was that it was dark, I was chained to the floor, my titties were chilled with fear and my cunt was fastened wide open and bare and vulnerable because of the spread of my legs. And Ed appeared.
"He must have prepared this little torture chamber for a week or two in advance. The thing had to be set up. It took time to pound steaks in the cement, to arrange locks and chains and what not. It wasn't by mistake that I was there. He leaned over me and confirmed as much in our first conversation since he'd brought me there. He told me how he'd longed to punish me, the Jezebel, since I'd first talked about sexual deeds. He told me my anus had been scrubbed while I was unconscious, and that my cunt had been combed and cleansed. He was taking no chances, he told me, with a heathen like myself.
"He paced back and forth in the darkness. Every now and again he would come close to me and lift his foot and rub the leather soul of his shoes across my belly. He worked his foot into my stomach and said that I was the lowliest wench who ever blemished the face of the earth. He said that if a heathen was primitive, then I must be considered to be pre-bestial, a foul extra thing, a mistake by God... He carried on in this manner, humiliating me in word and deed, rubbing his shoe on my thigh or sticking his finger in my ear whenever he cared to. I could hardly fight him.
"I didn't know how to respond. At first I whimpered and cried. I told him that he shouldn't treat me this way, that we had known each other for years and that he had never told me about this inner sadistic side of himself. He said that it was my tough luck, and that besides, he'd never known what a low-life creature I was.
I told him he needed help, that if he would only see a doctor and talk to someone professional, that we could resume our marriage and live happily ever after. He told me with a laugh that there was no hope for my decrepit state of mind and body, that my tawdry soul was too wanton and needful, that such a person couldn't possibly be saved...
"I lay there wondering in the dark what he would do to me, what sort of punishment he thought would be right for my so-called sins. I wondered if he thought that I must die. I didn't want to die down there in that cold cellar, at least not without having seen the sun once more...
"He returned hours later. He had something with him but I didn't know what. I heard it clack on the floor alongside me and roll around. Then I heard something whirring. I thought perhaps he was going to saw off my legs or something, but the whirring sound wasn't that loud. Then I felt it. He was laughing and pressing a big dildo into my hole. It was the sort with a rubber prong on the end. He worked it up and down next to my clitoris. It made me hot instantly, but this was more proof for Ed's crazed image of me as temptress, devil-miss, heathen. The fact that it was he rubbed the machine into my cunt had no bearing on the matter whatsoever..
"When the juices spilled involuntarily from my frenzied and stimulated hole, Ed put the machine aside. He extracted it from my pussy and laid it down. He mounted me with his own member. I hadn't known that he was naked, but I should have. That meat of his went sliding into my captured body. He punished and humiliated me with his once familiar organ. There was the cock that had on previous occasions been my one and only source of pleasure, and on this frightful day it had begun to become a whip, a prodder, a thing which would cause me misery and anxiousness, terrifying fear... and what ecstasy my body did experience during those frightful days locked in that cellar could not be admitted to since it would cause me even more of the same kind of punishment.
"Slowly but surely Ed began what he thought was to be his successful brainwashing. He wanted me to say that I was a wretched creature, a nymphomaniac, incurably possessed with the notion that only a man's cock stuffed into my hole permanently could satisfy me. I repeated what he wanted without mocking it. I gave my best acting performance ever. I feigned madness, and finally, after four days of no food, nothing but sex in that chained position, when my body ached and hurt all over�_"then, he let me up and handcuffed me to a pillar.
"Now I was able to move my legs, to eat, to stand and move around somewhat. Of course, I was fettered like a dog to the cement pillar, my hands cuffed around it, but that was nothing. Even though I was nude and it was cold in that cellar, I was grateful for the little bit of kindness Ed had shown me. I don't think he knew that he had actually let me up at just the point when I might have gone truly mad�_" not just faking it, but crazy. I was still not in the clear, though. Every time I heard the cellar door open, I had to get into my mad mood.
Sometimes I would wake up on that pillar and realize that I had been rechained to it, with my back to the cement, and that my legs were spread for more sex. Ed would show up and cram his cock muscle into my hole, swearing at me all the time: 'You are an ugly whore... you suck pig cock... you eat shit and suck the feces of eagles... you are the wife of the devil... you are a vile, loathsome creature and there is no hope for you... Then he would go squirting off his muscle up my cunt and demanding that as he came I repeat each and every one of the humiliating insults he'd hurled at me. And so it would go: 'I am an ugly whore... I suck pig cock... I eat shit... and so forth...
"Finally, on a day when I thought I could stand no more of this kind of treatment, that my body would give way, he undid the cuffs. He took me upstairs. I could hardly believe the pain my eyes felt when I first saw light again. It felt like I'd been in that cellar for years. He drug me into the bathroom and I sensed that I had best continue to pretend to be mad or suffer the consequences. Another day in the cellar, I feared, would possibly kill me.
"I followed his directions, cleaned my ass, my cunt, my body. It was good to have clean water, soap, little things meant a world of good to me. I didn't let on to Ed that I was feeling remarkably well considering.
"He came in and put the cuffs on me again. He Jed me to the bedroom and had me dress in a pair of old jeans and a blouse. He blindfolded me and put me in the car. Then he brought me here, to the hospital.
"He made me make the confessions I told you when I first came here. He sat there and insisted that he be present during the entire commitment procedure. To my amazement, my mother and father were out in the corridor. They had grim looks on their faces, as if they were sorry to see me. Little did they know... I called to my mother: Mummy, Mummy, help me,' but she shielded her eyes and I passed into the other room where they put me in this frightful jacket. I figured out that night that Ed must have told my parents the same thing he told you and the others here at the hospital.
"I don't know what that was, Doctor, but I swear to you that you know the truth now. I demand that you let me free. I demand that you confront my madman husband and tell him what heinous sexual crimes he has committed and see if he doesn't confess the truth. Make him admit to how he pushed his penis into my body when I was shackled to the cement pillar. Make him tell you how he raped my asshole because he thought I was a primitive and would gain from the experience. Have him tell you about why he tied me down with brass chain and rubbed his cock muscle along my thigh until he ejaculated all over my flesh...
"Well, I have no faith that you'll do any of this, but at least I know that you now have the truth. Thank you for listening to me, Doctor. I'll go back to my room now."
CASE NUMBER FOUR: Margret T.
First Session:
"Fuck you Doctor! EAT IT! You're the devil, not me!
"You see this body, Doctor? It's not my body! Ha! You see what you THINK is my body, but really my body is elsewhere! You think that because you've wrapped this mortal carcass in bonds that you can capture me, is that it? Ho, ho, ho�_"what a fool you are! You, a scientist, thinks that to have the flesh tied in a jacket will prevent the woman within from doing her chosen work... God's work! Ha, what an ass you are...
"... But you can be saved, Doctor... if you will listen to me. Just listen to me and I will save you. I'll tell you a little tale that will make your balls get hot and will give you back the gift of life. It's the same story I told my husband... Don't you want to hear it? Aren't you just DYING to hear my little story, Doctor?
"It begins in bed. It's an ordinary night. I spread my legs for Bill as I have on all the others. We've been married for a year. Our honeymoon was splendid, everything has been going on hunky-dory, and presto, he puts that delicious meat of his into my hole and I am bored. I am not only bored stiff, I am bored to tears. I feel nothing. He can't satisfy me no matter what he does.
"In the nights following, Bill tries everything to make me hot. He eats me, he carves out my pussy with his fingers, with his dildo, with his pole of flesh. He chews and gnaws on my clit until he's blue in the face, and then I suggest that he use his boner. He does so and that lovely thick mushroom headed rod can't even make a nick in my tremendous desires. I go unsatisfied for weeks on end. There is nothing Bill can do to make me happy. Frustration mounts and he attacks me viciously. Still I don't respond.
"One evening, just to be caddy, still baffled by how cool things are between us, once passionate and horny as newly weds, I start a striptease in front of him. I spread my legs and bounce my hips. I do a bump and a grind and a one-two-three gyration step which sends my pelvis swinging under my skirt. Bill scores a hard-on, a boner the likes of which I've never before seen. His joint isn't just stiff�_"it's steely! The thing throbs with passion. It has no affect on me at all. I continue my little dance.
"I shimmy out of my skirt. My blouse floats from my long tanned arms. I undo the buckle on my bra. My titties need no support�_"they are huge and firm. My nipples beckon to him. His incredible huge boner, remarkable as it may sound, grows yet another inch long, another half-inch wide. Any woman in her right mind would be swooning at his feet, begging the man for a chance to masturbate him or suck him or eat his asshole or something... or FUCK!
"Not me. I continue the dance: I shake my breasts up and down. The long hefty mammaries go flying in gentle circles, the nipples leading the way. My belly-dance improves in style. Bill looks at me pop-eyed. He can't control himself. He's so lecherous that he wants to begin an assault on me. I shove him backwards when he starts at me. My cunt remains dry even as I step gracefully out of my panties. I throw the silky undergarments in his face and saunter to and fro across the room, pacing my lovely naked wares in front of the foot of the bed. Bill does everything he can to control himself.
"I spread my loins, my fingers searching down between my thighs for a hold on my labia. Finding the thickened little things, I ply the slit open. The inside is luscious, ruby red and glistening with a slick film of clit juice. There is no stopping the flow of ooze now. Suddenly, uncontrollably, my twat is hot as a magic fire iron. I can't stop myself from spilling juice about as well as an ocean can stop beating the sandy beach.
"I climb up onto the bed and spread my loins over Bill's huge muscle. It looks like we might be able to get it on, eh? It looks good. Bill's eyes bulge from their sockets. He thinks that he's finally won me back. I nestle down above that joint of his. I crouch and squat. The stiff-necked header goes flying upwards like a goose! I take it all on. Three strokes later, my breasts hanging, my cunt as loose as a flapping screen door, he had shot his excited sticky sperm wad and the fuck is over. I am no longer interested, he is done with all sex for another twenty-four hours. Everything, then, is a failure, a bust, and a total waste of time. Once again he has left me, despite my best and most valiant efforts, completely unsatisfied.
"Hopelessly horny, I make an excuse of some sort. I'm going out with the girls. I'm going to the liquor store. I'm going mad. I don't know what I tell him. I just have to leave. That's all. I have to get out and be by myself. I need to think things through.
"He watches me dress. It's obvious where I'm going. Neither of us will talk about it I put back on my skirt�_"no panties. I put on the blouse�_"no bra. I'm as sexy in clothes as without. Maybe it's even more luscious�_"I consider my body in the mirror�_"with clothes on! Maybe it's even more tantalizing this way: I lean forward and note the angle of my hanging breasts. The tops show and lead down to the nipples. If I want, I can display something nice for a man who's interested. In the mirror, looking at my hanging titties, is Bill.
He sees me calculating. He knows what I'll be doing, 'with the girls,' 'at the liquor store,' wherever. He knows I'll be out looking for fresh meat, for a man who can satisfy me. He knows our marriage is over. He must accept the he, the bashful truth, the ignoble reality: for the time being there is going to be nothing between us.
Perhaps later, perhaps in time... But that's not my concern.
"My only concern at the moment is the search. I'm off, on my way out the door. I bid Bill goodbye, tell him there's chicken in the refrigerator, sauce on the sink... he knows to make himself at home...
"I arrive by car at a bar only a mile from the house. I wonder to myself why I didn't think of it earlier, why I postponed the inevitable. It was like kicking a dead frog to keep up with him before. Why stretch the thing out just to see it fold back up on itself?
"I take my seat on a stool at the glossy counter. It's like being in an old Western movie. There's a mirror across from me. My hair hangs in curls around my shoulders, long and red. My eyes are sparkling. There's a gleam in them that I sense hasn't been there for weeks. It's something new and exciting, a new me out in the real world looking to meet someone for the first time since my marriage. I can't help but celebrate with a double scotch.
"The bartender doesn't believe my order. He thinks maybe he didn't hear me. I lean over the counter and while I straighten his tie and tell him his hearing is just fine I make sure to try out my breasts on him. I look up from the knot around his neck and he's all agog. My titties are working as well as ever. He's not only agog, but he's blushing. I'm glad, and finally, when I tell him his tie's alright now, he gives me a fearful smile and runs off to make my double scotch. What kind of a woman is she? he must be asking himself. If he would ask me out loud I would go behind the bar and suck him off, just for openers... Oh, what a show that would be for his customers! Something to tell their grandchildren... or their wives... or each other when I leave them behind in their melancholy loneliness, searching for themselves again in the mire...
"I sense that my self is greatly exaggerated. The scotch should limit my importance to just about everyone except him. HIM is the man at the end of the bar, tall, low slung, broad-shouldered, chiseled face and no beard or mustache. He thinks I haven't noticed him. Or maybe he doesn't give a damn. In one case I don't talk to him, in the other I will fuck him. He looks in the mirror and I think it's the first reason, that he believes I don't know he's there, but then I realize he's indicating to the tender to fill his glass with a particular sort of brandy.
He draws up a cigar from his right, pulls on the stogie and turns my way, 'Hey, bitch,' he grunts, and starts in my direction. He's more than I bargained for, much more, and that's alright with me. But I can't understand why he has called me a bitch.
"It turns out to be my paranoia. He's told the bartender, 'I itch,' and he wasn't talking to me at all. I'm suddenly depressed and tired and want to be out of the place. It's embarrassing to realize that way what one thinks of oneself. I'm about to pay. The man with the cigar, though, is walking in my direction. He seats himself alongside me. I can't keep from glancing down between his legs. I want a look, a short spy of his meat. It's shadowed in the trousers, outlined in brown material, a long log the size of a poplar leaf. I'll go for it if he'll let me...
"I saw you sitting here, and have to tell you how pretty I think you are."
"For that I cross my legs. If he thinks I'm pretty and he hasn't seen my thighs, then he deserves a good close look. I give him that. He doesn't blush. I know he's strong, he can take more... give more! I want him. I lean toward him and slip my hand under the bar. I have a hold on his leg. It's as exciting as talking to children about the birds and the bees. We're only on the first leg of the trip. We need to spend time getting things going. It's got to happen faster. We both know it, but neither of us know the words.
"'I was wondering,' I volunteer, 'your place or mine?' There, it's out, I've spilled the beans. He can say yes or no, now, and either way we've taken a giant step forward. I wait. I see a glint in his eyes, a curl up in the line of his lip. He's with me. The word is out: 'Mine!' "Soft whispers come to mind. He presses his lips close to my ear. He breathes a heated gasp: 'I'm glad about you.' Simple enough. I roll on the pillow and reach down for his naked member. His bed is bigger than mine, mine and Bill's, and as a result he sprawls out more on the thing, and I fumble, consequently, coming up with his thigh instead of his cock muscle. I fondle what's there, though, and soon enough my fingers curl around the itself.
"On the way there he promised me all sorts of goodies, inches and inches of gratifying meat. He didn't lie...
It's all down there, along with something more, two big nuggets of ball, ball flesh, testes that can pass all tests, rocks as hard as marble... I could measure that rod if I could stretch my little finger and thumb far enough apart... It's got to be an octave or more, that flesh key for my hungry lock. And I want it NOW!
"He feels my desire. His body is larger without clothes than it was with. He buries me with his torso. I go under, Doctor, all the way under. He slides his pecker where my fondling fingers lead it. I guide him home, into the nest, between those soft needy lips and up the channel The key fits! The lock opens! A damn bursts!
It's a flood of clit juice which gushes outwards along his caressing bone. It's the meaty tip of that thing which jacks my clit into the final ecstasy.
"It's been so long since Bill has satisfied me that now I realize with a last long pant and gasp why I was irritable all those weeks. This new bone-on does me in, shakes me out of my lethargy and into the land of BLISS! I'm ecstatic with the slide. He travels in and out of me, pumping and throbbing like a pneumatic machine. The drill works well inside my open wet hole. There's plenty of juice, enough for an elephant fuck...
and I cum like a madwoman! I cum... and I juice... and it's just about as good as gold...
"There's more to the story, Doctor, but I don't want to bore you. You see, I know what it is to be bored, and so does Bill. After all, that's what started Bill and I on our mad craze, eh? I won't bore you anymore today.
Next time, though, I promise I'll give you something of vital interest... By the way, do you still think I'm the devil? Do you still think that just because I'm wrapped in this jacket that I can't perform my magic? Ha, ha, ha... not so foolish after all, am I... No sir... not a bit...
Second Session:
"You listened well last time, Doctor, so I'll tell you more. Do you remember it all? Do you remember how I discovered lust again? How I courted satisfaction and found it in a cheap dive only a mile from home? You see, the best things in life are very nearly, as they say, free!
"Well, I came home that night, that fateful evening, and wouldn't you know it: Bill was wide awake. There he lay, in our stale bed, moping. 'Where have you been?' he wanted to know. "What did you do? Why did you leave me alone here?" What could I say? I had no choice. I lied outlandishly. I told him that I went out and spent as boring an evening as possible so that on my return I would be sure to find my husband as interesting as a precious metal. Dumbfounded, Bill took some pill or other and went to sleep...
"A week later I cheated again. This time it was with a younger man... I wash the dishes, like all good housewives, Doctor, and I do the shopping and I make the beds and all of those things that a good little woman must do. Well, I used to do that stuff, before they brought me here. Anyhow, I took a liberty. I called the market and gave them my shopping list. I gave myself the pleasure of having things delivered that day. I was tired, I didn't want to look for parking, to look for detergent, magazines, money. I didn't want to hassle the price of oranges compared with tangelos. I phoned and had the groceries delivered. In the back of my mind there was nothing...
"... Until I saw the delivery boy. As handsome a specimen as they have at that market. I check the kitchen clock. If I'm fast enough, I can rip off a piece with this little one about as fast as I could peel a potato, which would leave me a half-hour more to clean up before horny hubby would get home. I make a snap decision, whip off my apron and prepare myself. By the time this lad is knocking at the front door with an armful of grocery sacks and a six-pack of beer in the other hand, I've changed from peddle-pushers to skirt and I've slipped out of a blouse and into a tank top. Barefoot, sliding the perfume atomizer across the dining room table, I rush to the front door.
"He looks up and sees me. It's a wonderful thing to have a young boy recognize beauty in a woman. He smiles and I smile back. I take the six-pack out of his left hand with my left hand because it brings my arm close to his crotch. I have the opportunity I want: I brush lightly against what I hope will be a huge muscle of sex. On the way up I pretend, with the beer in hand, that nothing at all has happened. I lead the way to the kitchen.
"My young friend has considerably more prowess, and he is considerably more aggressive wan I would have imagined. As I put down the beer I feel a palm slide across my ass. And that palm, Doctor, is not on my skirt�_"he is touching skin, bare ass flesh! I turn around and see that the youth is putting his sacks of groceries on the table. He has a perfectly straight face on. He has done to me what I did to him... the devilish little rascal! Already I love him!
"It's clearly my move. Only a powerhouse slam will put the point away and bring up the score. I turn to him: 'Are there more groceries?' He shakes his head. 'In that case,' I grin, 'would you mind helping me put the meat away?' He smiles and shrugs his head indifferently, turns back to one of the sacks behind him, and reaches into it for the market beef.
"Before he can turn around with it, as he asks, 'Where is the refrigerator?' then he realizes that I am behind him, behind him and rubbing my breasts up and down against his back, and I have wrapped my hands around his waist. I rub at his crotch, up and down over the sap producing organ between his legs. 'I just want you to put that beef down, young man, back in the package, and help me with the real stuff... I grind my cunt against his buttock. He's young and the feel of his fresh ass flesh beams through even his pants. I am cubbing on his joint and he's blushing in the nape of his neck where I kiss him several times in a row.
"Well, I take him by the hand and lead him off to the bedroom. It goes without saying he has a large meat, long and thick. He enjoys my titties as much as I enjoy his hog. He licks my nipples, kisses them here and there, enjoys kneading the flesh on my teats. He doesn't stop there, though. He works his way up and down my thighs, along my pelvis, into my groin. He's no virgin, this innocent little lamb. He knows his way across a woman's hot spots, enjoys the feel of her flesh in his hands.
"He works out on my clit. The thing juices and twitches. The lips are red and spilling juice. The heat in my legs is enough to keep a room toasty during winter. My ass aches for his finger. I take one of his hands and show him a thing or two. He hasn't been ALL around. I give him a feel of my sphincter and he goes bananas.
He wants to put his joint up there. He wants to crank away inside my asshole. Why not? I turn over and give him access. It takes him seconds to remove the rest of his clothing and make his preliminary assault. In his excitement�_" perhaps it's his first time up the butt�_"he neglects to lubricate the space. I send him back two steps and to the kitchen�_"at least we'll use some butter. He one ups me, returns with cooking oil. He spills the slippery stuff down my crack.
There's nothing in the world will keep me cool now. My anus feels empty. I reach back between my loins, under my mound and search for his balls. His dick lands between my two smooth ass cheeks and I find his testicles flapping around at the backs of my thighs, just under my butt tube. I can't tell you what a thrill it is to feel him nearing the mark, getting ready to enjoy the plunge inward. He separates my two butt globes with his hands. He uses only one hand to hold my ass open. The other aims the arrow. He fires when ready. Presto, my butt is loaded with cock meat. More than that, the mushroom head on that muscle attacks the inside of my rear. He's all the fucking way in. I swing my hips, wobble my cheeks, and tickle his balls while he continues looking for new dirt in the remote canyons of my garbage pit. He finds it and shoots off. Flooding the canal doesn't make him any less horny. He's a man after my own heart, this young boy. I send him off to the bathroom to wash himself.
"He comes back dripping clean. He hasn't rinsed well. I can taste soap on his rod... but only at first. I get into the licking... up and down... around the head, under the rim... down to the base... back to the tip... I can't stop... It's too delicious a suck! As for the boy-man, he enjoys feeling up my titties. He rubs around on my nipples all the time that I blow him. The header is good enough because it makes him hard enough to get into my hole.
"He attacks me, withdraws his muscle from my face and actually shoves me down on the bed. He rams that joint stick into my hole, between my willing spread pussy lips and down deep. Jesus, it's a feel I can't imagine having had earlier that day. It's perfect. He's in and slipping up and down against my clitoris. Of course, I can't resist wrapping my hands around that youth's buns. I do that and he shoots off. It's alright by me�_"I'm poly-orgasmic and cuming for the fiftieth time that day...
"Bill returns home. He wants to know�_"the boy is long gone�_"he wants to know two things: how come I spent the extra money to have food delivered and why there's something that smells like cooking oil all over the bedroom sheets. Can you imagine? He can't! I tell him I had french fries with lunch. He buys it, but only out of a sense of obligation. He still thinks the marriage is working. I wonder if I'm not mad, crazy, a nymphomaniac wife and just hanging around the suburbs until discovered. I don't know what to do with myself... or my husband... He's horny that night and I have to give him what I can. It makes him cum, but not much more. Finally, I sleep. It's God's only balm for what ails me.
"Oh, Doctor, Doctor... you have to help me... I crave a man's hands on my body. I'm wanton for the feel of a young boy's hands ravishing my titties, fondling my nipples, inserting a finger in my cunt hole. Why have they tied me up like this? Just because I want more and more sex? Just because the feel of my husband's hands on my body drove me batty? Why have they interned me here? Isn't this a terrible asylum? Why do they keep me here? I could be out blowing men, giving them satisfaction... I could be out there in the real world getting a man to rub his hands on my smooth belly... enjoying the feel of his fingers running through my hair...
getting hot when he kisses my teats... rubbing his face between my ample loins... loving him... screwing him...
Why, Doctor, have they made me all bound up like this?
Third Session:
"I remember when Bill discovered me. It wasn't that big a deal. He made such a show out of it. So what if I had my long legs spread and a big lovely hog jammed up between my labia? So what if I was fingering that boy's ass while he plunged his love meat in and out of my tube? What difference should that have made to Bill? After all, he was the one who left me alone for the weekend! Was it my fault his conference ended early and he had nothing to do but come home and spy on his wife?
"Ah, but let me recall the good things of that weekend... how I licked the boy into a furious little erection...
and how he climbed up on top of my body and put his head between my teats... and how he petted me with his two hands, the way he held my titties in both hands at once and curled his fingers around that creamy breast flesh as if I were pudding or something sweet just for him.
"Let me just tell you, Doctor, that I do have the biggest tits on the block! Did you know that? If I didn't have to wear this stupid contraption, I'd show you. Take off this jacket, you kind man, and let me show you my nipples, please? I'll give you some header? I'll suck on your balls? Why won't you let me show you my body? It's a pretty body? I showed that boy and he's not complaining, is he? I showed Bill! He saw my lovely body and he's not arguing with me about how lovely I am, is he?
"Why won't you let me take this jacket off? What have I done to deserve this?
"Why, I remember some of the nice times... I was making love with the boy next door when I was just a little girl. He had the nicest little wiener... until it got large and filthy looking... but it was still functional then.
It was big. Even then, when I was only eleven or twelve, I still had big breasts. I don't know why my teats were so big when I was little. I used to see my Maw fucking and she had big teats too. Oh, they were just about as large as mine are now...
"... if you'll take this jacket off of me, I'll show you my big soft titties... and if it'll make you feel any better, I'll promise not to do anything nasty or vile... I promise...
"... Shit, you doctors are all the same. You don't care if a girl goes homey with her hot thighs and her big warm tits. You don't care about anything that you don't understand right off. Why, I bet that if you were in my situation you'd have done exactly the same thing. It's not my fault Bill came home like that... right in the middle and all... what the hell was r supposed to do... shit... I was fucking that boy so good... I'll just never forget the way he got that member of his down inside my pussy and the way he kept cramming it...
ONE-TWO, ONE-TWO, ONE-TWO... OOOH, GOD... that was a nice screw... you know? A nice screwing!
"I like the way he rubs his hands on my body. That was nice. He rubs with his fingers open. I'd show you if my hands were unloose. He rubs with his fingers open so that he can feel more of your bare flesh. He gets a whole handful of my titty and he squeezes... Mmmmmm, good... He runs his hands up and down my belly, around my hips. He knows where to go when. He gives me a finger in the twat. That's good. He goes for the clit, hooks that digit and rolls it up and down across the tip of the knob. He knows... he knows where to rub... and he does it so good... he keeps rubbing in and out of that slippery little slit, up and down against my clit because he knows that if he gets me hot with his finger then it'll be nothing for his cock muscle... oh, yes, talk about the devil, the way he moves that joint down inside after he's done finger-fucking me�_" that's the Devil at his best... Mmmmmmm, good.
"And when he ate me? That was before. He licks up and down. He doesn't bother chewing. He licks.
He spreads his tongue out against that thing and goes wild. He rolls his mouth muscle across my clit and makes me hot. He gets my insides boiling... sizzle and pop, frazzle and juice... mmmm, good! Nothing like it.
And he kisses my loins, rubs my thighs with his lips, and then he goes travelling, up along my belly and to my chest and then he gets my nipples with his mouth and sucks them. I ask you, Doctor, is there something so wrong with enjoying a fuck like that? I should say not...
"... so why don't you let me loose? I won't do anything anti-social. Shit, I'm not the Devil. I just said that when they brought me here. They don't really think that I'm the one cut off Bill's meat, do they? How could they think that? Did they find his pecker? Ha, ha, ha...
"... and they never will, either. I wish they'd let me loose from this jacket so I could get a little masturbation going, anyhow. Shit, I'd love to have just any man rubbing my legs. I'd open up so wide that he Could get a Mack truck in there, let alone a big fresh ripe hog meat. And I'd really enjoy some man giving my titties a massage or two...
"Say, Doctor, where's Bill? And what about that boy? Did they ever find his cock meat? Who cut that one off? Just because I was the last one to suck it don't mean I ate it all up... Jesus, why don't they find someone else to tie up like a bundle of rags... I'm just an ordinary little devil housewife with big pretty titties... and that doesn't mean I'd hurt my hubby Bill... Besides, right now, if he had his thing, he could give me a lot of satisfaction, you know that? He could go rubbing it up between my breasts and down in my hole and make me feel really nice... and him too, eh? I wonder when I'll get out of here. I really do wonder when... "
CASE NUMBER FIVE: Barbara L.
First Session:
"I know why I'm here, Doctor. It's plain and it's simple: I cheated on my husband. He never loved me really, and my in-laws didn't give a damn for me, not in the long run, and they all three got together and put their John Hancocks on the papers. Well, that's fine and dandy for them, but I want you to hear my side of the story. By the way, thanks for making it so I didn't have to take that God-awful medicine.
"Anyhow, it started a long time ago, before I ever married Kelly. I was a young woman just out of high school. Like all teenage girls, I wanted to meet some men, not just one man, but a few. I wanted to feel loved, to feel that I had sex appeal and that men appreciated me. It was only natural, I felt, to be playing the field.
"Sometimes I would go out with one fellow, and then other times I would go out with another. It didn't matter so much, some of the time, what the fellow was like, but it was important, especially on a Friday or Saturday, that I didn't end up sitting at home. I just hated to do that, sit at home, because I always ended up feeling pretty damn guilty about what I did if I didn't have a date. I don't know if I should tell you this or not, but I got so horny on those nights that if there wasn't a guy around I ended up playing with myself. I just couldn't help it. I would use my fingers or something and maybe I'd even start out looking at myself in the mirror. I have a pretty nice body and I used to like to see myself, the way my titties were hanging down big and all, and the way my belly was smooth and trim and the way my thighs were brown from being in the sun.
Sometimes I'd even get a little hand mirror so I could bend over and look at my anus. I liked to see every part of me. And that hand mirror, well, if I bent over right, I could look right up there and see inside my asshole, the way it was a tight little hole and all, and I wondered sometimes if it was really possible for a man's organ to fit in there. It just looked so small, and most of the men I knew, they had awfully large peckers...
"I hope you don't mind if I use that kind of language, Doctor. In order to tell you about all the things that went on before and after I married Doug, well, I have to be specific and all and I want to make sure that you understand what I'm saying...
"... well, anyhow, I guess I was about eighteen when I first went out with Doug. He was a nice enough fellow, but I didn't think he was especially flashy or anything. Not that I wouldn't have got right down on his member and all, but I just wasn't ready for him that first night. He got all jealous or whatever it is when men are ticked off they don't get their way with a woman's body, so I told him that if we went out again another time we would probably, maybe get it on. Well, he called me for a week, every day and asked me out for every night, and I had to make all sorts of excuses to get out of it and finally I said alright.
"That second date was on a Thursday and he kept me to my word. He took me back to his apartment and had me undressed just about as fast as possible. He said he liked girls with the kind of skin I have. He liked a girl who had a mellow tan and big tits and plenty of mouth for sucking. That's more or less the way he put it too. I didn't mind that. Like I said, I was meeting a lot of guys, and one bad night with one of them wasn't going to be enough to put me in a bad mood. So I fucked him.
"Of course, when I fuck a man I like to get the kind of attention that men usually give, so it wasn't a big surprise to me that I got all hot and everything when Doug went down on my mound and rolled that long wet tongue of his up and down on my little clit and my thick lips. I kind of got so hot, though, that maybe he thought he was doing something special for me. I don't know, but it was everything I could do to finally talk him into taking me home afterwards...
"But I did. He took me home and I thanked him for a wonderful night. He really was good with that flesh needle of his, and he really did know how to use that pair of hands he had, so I had to give him a good kiss goodnight, and then I didn't think anything of it. I fucked him that one time, I figured, and that was it. Goody, goody, you know?
"Well, the next night I had a date with another guy, a fellow named James Anderson. He took me to a nice cocktail lounge and a good band was playing. I had a great time dancing and swinging it with this guy, and there wasn't any reason for me to turn him down when he asked me to come home with him. I said, 'For sure,' gave him a big smile, and we were off.
"Well, on the way back in the car I rubbed his leg a bit and took to massaging his thing. It got swollen up the way I like a big meat in no time at all. By the time we got to his place, he was hot and horny. And so was I.
"We undressed on the way to his bedroom. We left behind a trail of clothes that led straight from the front door to his big brass four-poster. We set that thing to bouncing nearly the minute we climbed into it. It was a big soft overstuffed mattress and the sheets were fresh cotton linen, as soft and sensual a feel as you get in bed�_"except, of course, for flesh. And this guy's meat was right up there and ready for pounding against my clit. I spread 'em and in he went. He had a lot of rhythm and I was glad of the fact that I'd decided to play it by ear and go home with him. It was nice to have a big meat like that stabbing me in the twat. He felt up my chest at the same time, and he used his other hand for fingering my asshole.
"Pretty soon his meat throbbed off, squirted inside my pussy. My big wet muscles enjoyed that�_" you can bet on it every time!�_"and it was all done. Except for one thing. That fellow James still had a nice hard-on and I wasn't exactly finished lusting myself. I didn't know what to say, exactly, but I didn't want him to stop when he still had such a big muscle there left to work with. Pretty soon I thought about what he could do with it if he was inclined. I asked him point blank: 'You ever cornhole a girl?' He nodded and put out his cigarette. 'I never did it before,' I told him. 'Don't worry,' he said. 'It only hurts the first time... "Well, he had some sort of butter-oil, only it wasn't from butter, handy, and he spread that around on my cheeks. He rubbed it between my buns, right down into the crack, as if he was using that bar of oil to grease a frying pan. He was slow and methodical about it, spreading the stuff on every square inch of my V. When he finished working it in there, he took his finger and dipped it into my pussy. He got his digit all greasy and then applied it to my asshole.
"He was just testing me out, I guess, because he didn't go very deep at all with that first pressing of his digit. But the next thing that I knew there was something very large pressing in my anus. I didn't know what it was, but it was super big. It jammed in there awful damn hard, made me feel some pain, and then it filled up my bunghole. It, filled it up all the way, too. Not just a little bit. It spread me out. My cheeks were burning.
My belly started sweating underneath. In my eyes I felt perspiration coming on. I wanted to scream but I couldn't. I mean after all, there I was in some stranger's house and if I screamed I figured he'd get upset and it wouldn't be good for him. So I reached out and grabbed the posts of the bed and held on tight. I really did. It was something super nice to have a hold of those two sturdy bed posts. My titties were flopping, my buns were aching and flapping, but I got a good hold on the front of that bed and was able to hold on until he shot his wad in there. Jesus, that was really something else...
"When it was all over, and I had cleaned up, I thanked him for a great evening and asked him to take me home. He was really nice about it, took me home and kissed me good night. I was a slight bit sore, but that didn't matter so much since I got what I came for, really. I kind of got dressed that night thinking about it but didn't admit it until it was all over. I was glad that I hadn't completely planned it, but that I hadn't completely denied it, either. Nice, eh? Everything in order?
"Well, the next morning, about eight-thirty, I'm sound asleep and the telephone starts ringing. I can't for the life of me figure out who would be calling me at that un-Godly hour. Who do you think it is? Jimmy, who fucked me up the asshole? Nope. It's Doug! He wants to know where I was the previous night. After all, he's telling me, we did screw on Thursday night and he does think that that entitles him to know what I was doing on Friday. Well, you can't imagine my ire, Doctor. The nerve of this man to think he has some hold on me from day to day just because he fucked me one time. After all, freedom and liberty and all that kind of thing, eh?
"Well, to console him I tell him I'll meet him that night, Saturday. He says, 'Damn straight,' and clicks off. I go back to sleep. That afternoon, at a much more reasonable hour, I get up and have coffee. No sooner have I put on my housecoat, which hardly covers my legs except for the hips of them, when there comes a knocking at the door. I wonder who it can be. It's been a pretty damn busy day already, eh? So I answer in my housecoat and it's Doug. And what's in his hands? Flowers. I shake my head. I can't believe it and I ask him in.
"By now I'm thoroughly confused. One minute he hates me, the next he is taking me out that night, and by the time I crawl out of bed and wrap on my robe the man is standing on my porch delivering roses...
"Well, we sat around the table drinking coffee and telling stories about high school and people we knew and things that happened to us... You know... the usual kind of stuff... And before we knew it, it was already past show time. I'm no prude. I told him he could just settle in with me for the evening, but that he would have to leave after we got it on a bit. He agreed.
"So we bedded down in front of my portable TV. There was a lousy Carson show on that night, some sort of special summer repeat... and a couple of old black and white flicks... nothing worth looking at. We ended up naked in each other's arms. What do you do when TV's lousy, eh?
"Well, this time Doug's got a big boner. I mean, he's got something the size of a shoe he wants stuffed in my cunt and I don't know if I can handle it. It'll be the end for me if I can't get it in and can't explain about the reason why, me being tired from three days running and all. Well, I do get it in. And it's nice. It's a tight fit, which appeals to both of us, and my interior flesh is working out just fine on his bone-on. I give him a little extra uumph because I like the touch of his fingers on my cheeks. Big deal? Not at all. Lo and behold, he squirts off and we're both ready for the cooler for the night. Or so I assume.
"I tell him it's time for him to go home. You know what he asks me? He wants to know if I'll marry him... I don't know why, Doctor, but I jokingly say I do, and the next thing I know it's Tuesday and I'm in Las Vegas and some dude in rolled up sleeves with a skinny tie is saying a blessing over me and Doug and we're married.
I don't know what's been going on, but I'm now married. It happened that fast.
"Well, I got back to the city, we set up house at my place, we live the same as usual, only now I have a man with me, in my house, answering my phone, getting into bed with me every night, telling me sweet nothings. Well, a long time goes by with just ordinary fucking. You know, the usual missionary crap, and then one night I'm working out on that organ of his, and he's rubbing my titties up real nice, getting my nipples hot as heated nuggets from coals, and I'm about to cum and the phone rings. It's easier for me to answer and guess who? It's Jimmy Anderson and he wants to know if I've revived myself since the last time. I tell him I'll call back and he says he understands.
"Well, it's while I'm sitting down on that big beef of Doug's crouched over the thing and swinging it up and down when I look down at him and see the way he's holding my titties and rubbing them that there's no way in the world that he's going to dig my seeing another guy since we're married. I didn't know what to do. I could just see trouble coming my way. But I ignored it, of course. I leaned down, pressed my smooth mammaries against his chest and told him I loved him. I swiveled my hips up and down and all around, gave him a good grind and a bit of a bumping and bango�_"he was off and running, sending that sperm juice travelling on up my twat slit, rubbing it into the back wall, ironing out the creases of my cunt with his heavy duty tool. You know I just loved every bit of that action in my twat. It was the kind of thing that wouldn't let me get down real easy, the kind, of thing that made me forget all about Jimmy Anderson's phone call. I started cuming and that erased just about everything that happened that night!
"The next day I was dilly-dallying around the house, sipping a cup of afternoon coffee before heading out to get the day's paper, and the telephone started jingling. I had this strange sensation that I was supposed to have called someone. But I couldn't place the feeling. Then, no sooner did I hear his voice, when I recognized who it was, and who I was supposed to call: Jimmy. He wanted to take me out that night.
"Well, I told him rather bluntly that I was married and that I didn't think my husband would dig it if I went out with another man. He said he was willing to work around Doug, and that he had only called me because he really enjoyed that anal lovemaking we'd been into that one time. I had to admit to myself that I missed not having had a second go with Jimmy, especially that way, and Doug was yet to try his tool out in my asshole, which left me really with no basis of comparison. I don't want to bore you Doctor. I said yes, I would meet him that afternoon, just so long as he had me home by five, before Doug got back from work.
"Well, you never saw a young woman hurry around the house so much. I did the day's cleaning, which I'd put off for later, in about five minutes. Talk about putting things under the rug?! Well, this was like sliding the whole house under the carpet. I just did as best I could in five minutes or less. The rest of the time I spent on making myself pretty.
"I showered and shaved my legs. I perfumed my chest and behind my ears. I combed and set my hair and combed it again. I got some curl into those lovely soft locks, and then I went about the job of finding something nice and sexy to put on. It's not often, even for a young newlywed, that a girl has to think of something sexy to wear in order to be on her up and up and all... if you know what I mean...
"Well, I ended up in a raspberry blouse. It's one my mother gave me before she died, and it's cut low at the neckline for just this kind of situation I'm telling you about. It goes down to about the middle of my breasts and leaves my mammaries well within view without showing off my nipples at the same time. I like it for just that reason. It leaves something mysterious for the man to think about. I put on a pair of tight white levies, ones that accented my buns, which I checked out in the mirror: they were just as round and firm as ever. I was ready.
"And none too soon! I'd just flicked out the bedroom light when the front doorbell rang. I hurried there and found Jimmy, as tall and handsome and everything else as ever. I could see that tell-tale bulge in his trousers, just the same way he could see that blush in my chest. It was kind of like some secret little marriage, an extra marriage if you get my meaning. It wasn't really like we were cheating. It was more like we were doing something a little extra to make sure life was full of meaning...
"Well, he took me right back to his place. He filled me in on his work and all, and I told him all about married life, how it was o.k. for the most part, about how I liked being able to get all the sex I ever wanted, about how I was never lonely during Friday or Saturday nights anymore. He asked me if I was ever lonely with my husband. I said, 'Of course not,' but I wasn't sure if that was really true.
"When we got up to his place we had to be fast. I needed to be back to my place an hour later to keep things on the up and up and there was no sense, I told myself in the back of my mind, ruining a potentially good steady little affair by over-doing it the first time. So we hurried.
"We hurried, that is, to undress and prepare ourselves, but with the anal intercourse, Jimmy and I took our time. For one thing, he spread the oil as smoothly as could be. He used his trusty butter-bar, the one that really wasn't butter. It melted on my buns, more there than in his hands. He slid it up and down in my crack with one hand, and he used his other hand for reaching under and giving my mammary a little squeeze. My nice round cheeks and my chest were competing to see which blushed more. I knew I was hot when the leaking in my pussy became as profuse as the amount of oil Jimmy was spreading around between my cheeks.
To make things especially nice, I spread the oil from the bar on his rod. I rubbed the bar up and down along his shaft. That muscle was about as stiff as wood. It was thick, too, and I asked him if he'd ever considered being in those stud magazines, because I was sure his thing was big enough for anything like that which he might have wanted to do. He asked me in turn if my pussy or my asshole had ever been photographed and I told him no, except in baby pictures. We both laughed at that, and then Jimmy said we'd better get on with it because it was getting late.
"So I turned around on my hands and knees and grabbed those two big sturdy posts again. My titties were hanging straight down, almost touching the pillow, and Jimmy had one hand sliding up and down between my buns, keeping my crack hot. I saw him set the bar of butter-oil down so I knew it wasn't going to be long before he crammed that machine of his down my bunghole. Sure enough, the next thing I felt was that big long flesh stick piling down between my cheeks.
"First, of course, he placed the thing between my buns and rubbed that way. He didn't go sticking it into my sphincter right off, is what I mean to say. He went sliding the underside of his bone-on at my alley, and then, when I was heated up and he was just about throbbing, then he started aiming that arrow into my little sphincter centre. He got it in there in one long stroke, before I could even scream or anything. He let go of my buttocks and wrapped his hands around my hips and my chest. He had one finger playing with my clitoris and the other hand massaging my nipples and my titties. He kneaded my teats, milked them the way he could have milked a cow's chest. He wasn't doing anything but making me hot and horny and sexy as all get out! I loved it, and the ache that I felt the first time from that big boner slammed all the way up my hole�_"it was gone. It was all professional pleasure, this time around, and I loved every inch of it. That's the God's truth, Doctor... I loved it all!
"When it was over, Jimmy yanked his spent muscle out of my contracting asshole tube. My anus was about as sore as could be, but I had had myself a nice little climax in my cunt. I can't deny that. It was just about the perfect way for a housewife to spend an afternoon, considering that her husband was away at work. I had Jimmy take me home and we planned to meet again. It seemed like a very good idea!
Second Session:
"I guess you know how I got found out. It wouldn't be difficult to figure that I would get caught. Doug, after all, is no dummy, and once I got a taste of that anal fucking again, well, it didn't take much to get me going from time to time. And not just with James Andersen, either. There were a few other guys.
"I don't mind telling you, Doctor, that even though I enjoyed married life, I also enjoyed spreading my buns and getting a big cock stuffed up my asshole. It wouldn't take much to guess that, eh? Well, there was this one guy, after Jimmy, who I enjoyed enough to take chances for. I mean, well, he just had this kind of a long skinny flesh pole that would fit perfectly between my buns and into my tube. I couldn't understand it, but somehow, that guy was able to make me hot and bothered so easy that I wanted to have him around all the time.
"I used to fuck my husband and be thinking about him. His name was Jeff. He just used to tear me apart.
God, what lust! It was everything I could do to stop thinking about him.. I'd wake up in the morning, run to the mirror and spread my cheeks hoping all the time that I'd be able to find my hole open and not irritated and ready for more fucking. You know what I'm talking about? Even though I was married and all that shit, I was in LOVE! It was too exciting for words.
"Anyhow, I got Jeff to come by one day during the afternoon. I told him to do it. I wanted to have a little talk with him, about whether or not I should remain married to Doug. After all, it seemed, like the sex life was so much better with him, and since you only live once, all that kind of thing, I figured I'd better take advantage of things. I wanted to tell Doug the truth.
"Wouldn't you know it? Jeff and I started doing it. He got me hot before I could tell him what I had in mind. It's not often a girl proposes to a guy, so, well, I was a little nervous. And when Jeff started rubbing his hands up and down my chest, teasing my titties and making my nipples hot and all that kind of thing, well, it seemed like I wasn't going to have much chance at all to talk to him until afterwards. I let him go ahead and get me down on the floor. We were in the living room. He asked me when I thought Doug was gonna be home and I said not for several hours. That was all he needed to hear in order to get ripping my clothes off my body.
You know what I mean? He just tore my skirt and blouse right off, and since I wasn't wearing underwear he had a clear road to anywhere on my body he wanted. Jesus, it was nice to feel him that last time rubbing my teats, touching my lips with his fingers, and rubbing my ass cheeks. I think it's kind of like one of the best ones I ever had, Doctor. It was so, so SEXY! Feeling his hand slide between my cheeks, I knew he would soon be applying his finger to my willing anus. It was the stroke of his boney digit which I longed to feel penetrating my circle of flesh with all the force he could give it. I longed to have him inside my rear orifice, and I told him so.
"You know, he just took another minute to lubricate me and then he applied that marvelous muscle. He leaned forward between my legs�_"I was on my back and he was on top of me�_"and he pulled my legs up above his shoulders and shot his joint all the way down my channel. He went into my pussy on that first shot, but then he pulled it out and pushed me back on my spine. Jesus, he'd never gone in that way before, but it was really something else! He crammed his joint in from the front into my asshole. He went right up. I couldn't believe that it could be done that way, Doctor, but he did it. I loved the feel of that thing when it got up high. There isn't anything quite like it, I guess.
"I rocked around on his penis and didn't stop rolling that way until Jeff was shooting sperm juice. It was like he was going wild inside my butt. I loved the feel of that rubbery thing doing me up right. It was good to feel my anal muscles tightening on his rod, squeezing and milking all the juice that was in there.
"He yanked it out, and we were both pretty much out of breath. Jeff turned around and saw them first. It was Doug and his parents. They were standing there in the living room doorway. I don't know how we didn't hear them. I guess I was yelling and moaning and groaning and all, and I guess Jeff was having too good a time with his cob up my bunghole. Anyhow, there they were, as grim as one of those Wyeth paintings, serious farmers enjoying the sight of something about which they could pray at church. It was probably right then that I realized how much I didn't enjoy Doug when he was in a bad mood and all. He was looking about as mean and pissy as could be. You might think he had a right too, I suppose, but I just didn't like the way he was getting angry at us.
"He started tooting off about all of the things he'd ever done for me and about how his parents were always nice to me and about what kinds of lovers we had been and now I was a tawdry little so-and-so. To tell you the truth, Doctor, half of what he said made no sense at all to me. He was just ranting like a lunatic. I wanted out of there, though, that much was for sure.
"But I put that off, I told Jeff who was getting dressed and putting his dripping pecker away, that I would have to talk with him later. He got up from the sofa�_"he'd just snapped his pants closed�_"and he put on this hat he always wears, tipped it in Doug's direction, smiled at my in-laws and said he was glad to meet everyone. Then he slipped out. Jesus, I was all alone, nude on the living room floor, and my angry jealous husband was circling me, taking off his belt.
"I don't believe that a man has a right to hit another human being unless he's actually been hit. I don't mean emotionally, either, Doctor. I mean a punch in the face deserves a punch in the face, or somewhere, but I don't think just because one guy does something wrong the other can hit him. I don't know, but that's my opinion.
And that's just one of the things I objected to about the way Doug was planning on treating me. I knew that he was thinking of using that strap of leather on me.
"I started off telling him that sooner or later he would have known, and that I was sorry he found out that way, seeing us and all, but that I would have told him eventually. He didn't stop undoing his belt and getting ready to attack me with it. I was still naked on the floor and I started to get up. He whipped me across the fanny with that thing, hit me pretty damn hard at the ass flesh, and I nearly belted him back with my open hand. But he caught my wrist and twisted it so I ended up down on my knees. I cried to his parents to help me but they shook their heads and weft outside on the porch. When the door shut Doug started in again.
"But the time he finished my fanny looked like a piece of raw cow meat readied for market. All you needed to do was apply the cellophane. Jesus, I ached and there were welts and all...
"He made me douche, too, and then he rammed his cock into my pussy. He fucked me, even though my butt was sore, and even though it was only his jealous penis he was using on me. He got it in there and stroked around with that old flesh cigar of his, poking me and branding me�_"trying�_"and he came. He shot off a good wad of jism juice and pulled out. 'I ever catch you fooling around again,' he said, 'I'll kill you. Hear me?
Deader than a mouse in a trap... He got up and left me alone to pick up what pieces there were.
"Shit, Doctor, I didn't know what to do. I called Jeff and when Doug picked up the other line, and discovered what I was up to, he came back in. 'Well,' he said, 'that's it. I'm taking you in. I got witnesses and you're going in.' He made me say that I was crazy. His mother and father were the witnesses. He had me committed because he thought that my fooling around and having some anal fucking was a bad and terrible thing to do.
"My ass is better now and I can think more clearly. It seems like centuries since I got the good hot fucking I love so much. You know what I mean? It feels like I haven't had a good screw job since years ago. And actually I only came here to the asylum a week or two ago. Do you think there's anything I can do to get out and get myself a piece? I tried doing it with the keeper on my floor, but he doesn't like to send it up the asshole. He only likes the pussy. He made me show him, too, the inside of my hole before he would do anything. He made me peel my labia open with my hands and I didn't even want his cock up there. I just wanted it in my arse. Jesus, my titties got hot anyhow. I guess maybe I'm getting horny just from talking about it. My breasts feel like they're swelling up and my legs are definitely heating.
"I get this crave, Doctor. You know what I mean? It's a crave between my legs. I need to have it filled. It spreads to my asshole. I need it even more back there. I need a big long bone of cock stuffed up my asshole tube. Will you do it for me? Please?"
CASE NUMBER SIX: Susan L.
First Session:
"I first bedded down with a man other than my husband on July 5, 1976. He was a big burly fellow, less brainy than brawny, and to tell you the honest-to-God truth, Doctor, I don't know�_"except for the physical attraction: strong enough�_"why I did it. It was about ten in the morning and I should have been asleep. It had been a long night of celebrating the Two-Hundredth Anniversary of you-know-what, and damn me if I didn't deserve a little rest and relaxation.
"But no. My husband was nowhere to be found, my friends had long since left the party, I was still drunk, or hung-over, or whatever it is you get when you've put away more than you can handle and then more after that, and maybe my defenses were down. He was there, anyhow, and he was asking me who I was and why we hadn't met before that morning. I looked around the floor of the house. Streamers were scattered everywhere, loose confetti, tipped over cups, glasses, beer cans. Bodies draped across arm chairs and sofas. A dog wandered into the living room from the hallway, looked up at us, the only 'survivors,' and collapsed along with everything strewn about the floor. It looked as if the entire assemblage had been picked up by some massive hand and then thrown back down at the floor. I looked up at him, pulled the strap of my gown up over my shoulder and smiled: 'Sure,' I said, 'why the hell not?' "He escorted me across the rubble of snoozing bodies and OD'd dog, trash, emptied fifths and an upside down punch bowl. I remember looking up, up to the ceiling two floors above, and noticing the scorched black sooty stuff, around the chandelier and on the otherwise clean ceiling itself. Over the second floor banister, as if shot and left like a Mexican bandito, was a man in a tuxedo. He snored.
"I let Jerry's hand, firmly pressing at the small of my back, guide me through the hallway. I took his confident push and maneuvering at the base of my spine to mean that he had been this way before, or that he at least knew this section of the house. We passed a floor-length mirror and I took advantage of the glass to inspect myself. I didn't look so tawdry as I should have, given my slatternly behavior the night before. My hair, a blonde shag; remained intact despite my ten hour liquid binge, and my golden evening gown revealed not even one spilled drink. My breasts were as rosey as ever, and there was even a slight crimson blush starting up in them as I Continued down the hallway. I took all of this in with one quick glance.
"Jerry found a room he took to be empty. He tossed the door back and indicated that I should go forward.
But as I started into the dark chamber, I stopped in my tracks. 'I don't think so,' I said. I whispered this. He slipped his hands around my waist, down across my pelvis from behind, and looked over my bare shoulder. 'I see what you mean,' he said. Two naked bodies, wrapped in each other's arms, slept beatifically on the bed in front of us. The woman rose up as we started to back out of the room: 'What do you want?' she asked harshly, paranoid and panic-stricken in her sleep. Her eyes were bulging. 'Shhhsss,' said Jerry, lifting a finger to his lips. 'Go back to sleep, little darling.' We were out of the room and he shut the door in front of me.
"We continued down the hallway to the next room. There we found the bed piled high with coats and purses, jackets, gowns, canes, umbrellas, topcoats�_"just about everything that had no doubt been left behind or not needed by the guests of the party. Jerry took me by the hand and led me to the bed. 'Undress, sweet thing,' he said, 'and I'll clear ourselves a patch of hillock.' He smiled and swept away the various frocks on the bed. When he turned around he discovered me nude, only two feet from him.
"His eyes toured up and down my body, along the smooth line of my bare shoulders, down to my soft hanging mammaries to the nipples sprung with fresh heat, along my smooth browned belly and down my hips to my curled moist shrubbery where, deeply below my labia pulsed and juiced, secreting an effluvium scented with pure, unadulterated desire. He traveled further along my shape to inspect my smooth ample loins which I spread for him, and down along my shapely sculpted calves, even to my feet. He knew me in that one long glance the way it took my husband a year to know me. Jerry was a REAL MAN!
"He started to undo his belt. 'No, let me,' I told him, and I slipped down on my knees, like a little girl in church, and instead of crossing myself, I pressed my titties forward against his thighs, worked my hands around his buns and slid my fingers between his belly and his beltline, pulled open his trousers and reached into the area protected by snap and zipper. The whole crotch opened up and I reached next into his underwear, toward the bulge which I discovered to be a mushroom headed joint the size of a large carrot. I rolled his briefs away from his hips, down below his knees.
"Then I attacked with my lips wide open. I reached with my hands for the base of that meaty thing and stuffed the tip into my mouth. My tongue slide along the underside of the rod while my upper lip took hold of the mushroom rim. I cupped the crown and went to work on that stranger's joint. I had only known Jerry less than five minutes, yet there I was, after a year of married life with Rodney, working out on another man's hot cock muscle.
"The tip tasted delicious. The shaft was suitable meat for making a Queen's royal soup. And the root was strong enough to support a skyscraper, a tower of flesh! The balls themselves were rock hard, a pair of boulders filled, I sensed, with fertile juices the likes of which I would, if Jerry wanted, happily swallow. I couldn't figure out why I had waited so long to cheat on my husband.
"It's not that I don't love Rodney, Doctor. It's just that I seek sexual variety. I need to meet and have sex with various men. I know you think that I'm probably some sort of a heathen or something, but I'm not. I just think that a woman is free to use her body as much as a man is to use his. And so, you must know, that includes meeting and making love with just about as many men as will have me. Of course, I didn't feel that way until after I met Jerry.
"I think I left off, before I got distracted with my philosophy, when I was telling you about what a handsome meat Jerry has. Not only that he knows how to use his hands. He was giving my tits a strong rubbing with his two big hands even before I had his pants off. So that while I was sucking him my nipples were getting up and ready for the big stuff, the fuck that I knew would soon be coming my way. Or cunning...
"Anyhow, I loved the feel of those muscular fingers kneading the flesh of my titties. How can I describe it without getting carried away. I hope I don't bore you, but the feel of Jerry's hands stroking on my creamy tits gave me chills, made me so excited that I had to take his pecker out of my face and just hold onto it with one hand while I caught my breath. 'Oh, my,' I panted with my eyes closed, holding tight to that erection, around the shaft. 'I just have to think for a second.' I opened my eyes as he stroked his palms across my nipples. I saw his mushroom joint. It was big and bursting with hot blood in front of me. That spongy tip must have easily been the size of a coffee cup. (I guess I'm exaggerating a little, but it was large, Doctor. Very much so... ) "Well, he picked me up around my arms, told me to lay down on the bed which he'd cleared, and took off the rest of his clothes. He showed me his bare chest. It was hairy and large, bigger, much bigger than Rodney's. I wondered how many men in the world had bodies larger and more muscular than my husband's. I wondered if I might not fuck all of them.
"Jesus, I was hot and turned on that morning. I spread my legs even before Jerry climbed onto the bed. I saw his meat swinging back and forth between his thighs. That big long poker was looking more and more like a branding iron. Jesus fucking Christ, I can nearly picture it right now, the way it was swinging tike a flesh pendulum in a grandfather clock...
"When he got up close tome he said in the voice of an Army Captain giving orders: 'Spread your lips.' "Suddenly I was frightened. My eyes were bigger than my hole, if you will. I might very well have bitten off more than I could chew. I didn't like the way he told me what to do. It sounded like so many other things I'd been told to do, the way my mother told me to hold up my dress so she could see if I'd been masturbating, the way a boy in school would tell me to open my mouth so he could get his joint in for me to suck him, the way my father told me to pull down my panties so he could whip me for having been nasty with my finger in my twat... and I was frightened the same way even though I knew that Jerry only intended nice things for my cunt.
"I think he must have seen the fear in my face. He smiled and said that things were going to be alright, that I would have quite a thrill if only I would go along with him, and down below, all the time that he talked, his muscle stroked sideways up and down making me feel how slick my legs, my loins really were. Chills crept up, grew like new crops on the farm, between my vulnerable thighs, and the head of his meat came closer, swung closer than ever to my pussy lips. 'Go on,' he said, 'and open up.' "I gave way, even though I was still afraid. He watched me reach down. I put one finger on either lip. I plied my slit open, pulled the two flaps of my cunt hole open, and even then he could tell how much juice was boiling in my honeypot. I wanted him to have it all, but I wanted him to enjoy it, not just to go and stick his rod in and fuck me and then have it all be over. I didn't want to cheat on my husband for a quickie. I wanted it to count, not just for me, either. It had to count for someone else so that the cheating would be worthwhile.
You can imagine how happy I was when I heard Jerry's commanding voice say, 'O.k., now let's get really hot!' "Oh, God, Doctor, my heart skipped not one beat, but several. And when it started up again, it was an octave higher, faster and louder than galloping horses. Jerry was pressing his thigh up and down between my thighs. I lifted my legs, bent them at the knees, and spread my loins so he could get his muscular thigh up at my clit-bearing space, at that sap producing hole. I wanted a good rubbing there as well as everywhere else.
My smooth skin was covered with goose bumps. I was hot and feverish and growing hotter.
"The juice from my hole lubricated the travelling my mound needed to be doing on his leg. I couldn't have enjoyed that rubbing otherwise. It would have been a dry hump that way. Like this it was a bump and a grind and a pleasure. I reached my hands around his fanny, took hold of his hairy buns and rubbed, massaged and squeezed with my fingers. The pleasure of feeling a man's arse in my hungry fingers nearly equalled any fuck I could ever hope to have.
"When he came down tight against me, pressing his lips against my open mouth, his tongue led the way in.
The first long French kiss left me breathless and gasping, demanding from him that he fuck me. But no, Jerry had bigger plans, bolder plans, a better way of getting me hotter. He wanted the screw to last as much as I did.
He slid down along my body, kissed my nipples and caressed my hefty tits, and then went to my belly. He rubbed his face sideways along my skin. He needed a shave, but I didn't mind the abrasive feel of his face on my flesh because that way I knew he was getting closer to me, and I could keep track of him. He came in-between my loins and shoved that same long French-kiss tongue of his into my pussy.
"I nearly went screaming for the ceiling. Instead, panting, I reached back, grabbed the back of the bed and held on tight. I thrust my hips upwards so that he nearly got whip-lash. But it was worth it for us both. He was able now to get his tongue inside my slit. There he discovered my bulging clitoris, that hefty hunk of cunt flesh that craved the satisfaction his mouth muscle could give. He flicked my little vaginal pecker up and down, left and right, and then he did a quite wonderful thing indeed! He reached up, took hold of both my nipples, pinched off those two ripe cherry-colored buds, held them up as if he was holding out the wash, and simultaneously snapped off my clit with his two mouth lips and squeezed, pulled the thing bolt upright for a scintillating rubbing that sent electric chills not only all through my body but sparking off of my flesh and into the brass posts which I held onto!
"Of course, well, I'm exaggerating again. But it was a perfect little feast for my hole. I love to be eaten that way, and Jerry was far from shy or bashful..
"When he had his fill of my hole he slipped a hand under my butt. One digit traveled snake-like, inching its way with magic muscular force, into my garbage pit. He reamed out my arse with that finger, filled my tube with it, and ten minutes later, one finger in my pussy, another skewering my bunghole, he had me beginning the first of my poly-orgasmic climaxes. It was, as I would have said a year ago, Out-Of-Fucking-Sight!
"If I pumped upwards, I got a scraping, a diddling, a fondling on my juicy beet red clit If I slammed backwards, a nice boney middle finger slid upwards, deep into garbage land. I couldn't have asked for more, Doctor, and still... I wanted... more...
"Soon Jerry finished using the kid's stuff. He was ready to apply his joint to the slippery slit itself. I was glad that he was hungering for my vagina. For if he was horny, then I was nymphomaniacal! If he needed my slot, well, I then couldn't live without his stroking penis. I don't believe I could have remained empty for another minute longer.
"Well, I don't want to bore you with details, but that big ridged muscle, that lovely thick boner, the way it moved, the way it traveled, as straight as an arrow, widening and pioneering the pathway in my pussy�_"it was out of this world, Doctor! It really was! I began rolling my hips upwards in order to get my cunt sliding on it better. I needed that feel of the thick meat chopping at my insides, carving me out, making my pussy full of love and sex and juicy. Nothing could have made me, the happy little homemaker, happier!
"A moment later, when I told him with my squeezing interior flesh, with my undulating muscular twat and all the juice in there that I was ready, that I was electric with orgasm, then he shot off. He pumped into me the way a sharp-shooter pumps off buckshot at clay pigeons. My quail meat was all his. I gave him the whole nest! He flooded the insides of my steamy cave and a throb or two later yanked out. The feel of his mushroom head sliding by, hooking my clit, gave my entire body one last cosmic chill. Then it was over.
"We slept for some time after that first screw, and-I think I must have given him some header or something before we left that little room. My lack of sleep from the night before, the excitement and the energy it used from my body, and the fucking�_"it all caught up with me and left me, understandably, exhausted. I was ready to go home and I'm not sure what exactly Jerry and I said to each other except that we would be sure to try and see one another again�_"if not for sex, well, then for "nail talk."
"No sooner did we reenter the living room, that scene of the aftermath of debauch, when Rodney appeared from behind the bar. He came climbing up scratching his hang-over head, running his hands up and down his wrinkled, sleep worn shirt. His hands must have been dirty and sweaty because when he finished wiping them on his shirt there were other spots that weren't there before. He opened his eyes and tried to focus on me. Jerry was standing off to the side combing his hair in a mirror on the opposite wall. He had his back turned to Rodney and I, but I think he was watching in the mirror because when Rodney said, 'Where the hell have you been?', it was Jerry who answered, saying quite calmly, continuing to comb his hair, a last strand into place, 'She's been with me, old sport. She's been with me chatting. She says nice things about you�_"' He turned from the mirror. 'Yes, indeed, Rodney, my man, your little wifey poo says very nice, very cordial things about you.
You should be proud to have such a prize woman for marriage. It's not many men who can boast such a pretty lady constant as the sun and a charmer to boot. Yes, sir... He went on, prolix, and Rodney's mouth fell open.
'HI be damned,' he said finally. 'You wanna buy her?' It was a paltry joke, to be expected, I realized then, from a man like Rodney. He came out from behind the bar and took me by the arm. 'We better be gettin' home, honey,' he said. 'We'll be sin' ya, mister,' he said to Jerry. 'See ya around,' I said over my shoulder, and I pulled up the strap on my gown over my shoulder from where it had slipped down to around my arm. I looked back and Jerry was smiling and just finishing looking up from how my ass was swinging. He really was a sweetheart, that fellow, and I waited a long time for him to call me the way we had planned."
Second Session:
"Rodney was out cutting the lawn. He'd bought one of these new f angled things. It wasn't only a gas powered mower, but it had an electric start, a seat, all sorts of adjustments for trimming and hedging, and it made more noise than a two ton garbage truck. We have a patch of lawn, Doctor, about the size of your coat closet.
"Well, he was out there on his sputtering machine pretending to be Commando Gardner when the phone started ringing. Naturally he couldn't hear it. I yelled at him to come and answer. For all practical purposes he'd finished mowing the damn grass and the real reason he was out there floating around on the machine was so that the neighbors who hadn't yet seen him doing it could get a load of the new power mower. I hollered two or three times for him to come answer the damn phone because I was doing my nails and there's not much worse for me than getting up from paintin' 'em, then I lose my place and have to go back or I get dust and have to start over for that reason, and it's just one big pain in the ass.
"But when Rodney wouldn't come and get his tail inside I didn't see where as I had much choice. I put down the bottle of polish and kept my fingers spread wide out so that I didn't muss anything on the way. I got to the phone on what must have been the twelfth ring and said to myself that whoever it was sure did want awfully badly to talk with someone at our house. I answered and it was Jerry.
"'Oh, God, yes,' I told him. 'I want to see you more than anything else in the whole world.' He told me he'd be by to pick me up in an hour. I explained the problem with that, about how Rodney and the machine were kicking up a racket and all, and Jerry said he'd come to the back door, through the neighbor's yard and call for me that way. I said that would be alright by me, but that he should be careful. I also told him I'd get ready and then make sure that Rodney and his grass cutter stayed active in the front yard until just before we were ready to leave.
"Well, you know that first thing I did was go to the John and flick my little clit some to get myself in the mood. Not that just the thought of having my hands clenching a big hard pecker wasn't enough to start the juices, but I wanted to be especially wet and healthy-horny for Jerry. It had been a week or so since the Bicentennial Party and there was no sense in pressing my luck that we would be all fireworks again without trying. That's why I jacked myself off just a little before I got dressed. My twat lips appreciated that rub down.
They hadn't been wet like that for a while, and as I slipped into a fresh pair of white shorts I noticed that my thighs, tops and loins, were covered with chills already. I put on a tie-on blouse, the kind that wraps up around under your titties and holds your boobs up in the air while it leaves your midriff bare. I like that style. With those short shorts and with my big titties and with a pair of stacked heels I was ready to roll. It was just as I finished twisting my blood-red lipstick closed, only just having pasted the last little corner of my lower lip, when I heard the sound of that lawn mower die down, sputter, and stop all together. The afternoon filled with a still wet quiet and I could hear the clacking of the leaves on the rubber tree outside the bathroom window, Rodney talking to some neighbor or other, and in the distance the dull roar of week-end traffic. I tossed the tube of lipstick into my purse and set that whole kit down on the kitchen table, near the back door, and then rushed outside to make sure that Rodney was keeping busy in the front yard. There was ho way in the world that I was going to give up the excitement of having a little extracurricular affair on the side with Jerry just because Rodney's vanity had suddenly run out of gas.
"'What's a matter, honey?' I asked him, seeing that he was just sitting there on the machine, that big butt of his hanging out over the edge of the mower seat, 'you run out of gas? There's more in the garage.' I shook my hips right and left and let go the screen door and went down on the lawn and lifted my leg up and put it on the wheel of the tractor while I re-buckled the strap on the shoe on that foot. It was one of those stacked heels with phony leather straps, but if you didn't keep them buckled the shoes didn't look good. I was still waiting for Rodney to answer me when I realized that he wasn't talking with just any ordinary neighbor. He was gabbing it up with the twelve year old floozy who lived two doors down from us.
"Now I say floozy, Doctor, but I don't want you to take my word for it. This little wench, about as well-built as I a woman would ever hope to be is rumored to have slept with no less than three of the husbands on my block, and if I didn't think Rodney was such a clown, I'd say that it was a misinformed rumor and a talentless gossip who'd left my hubby's name off that honor roll. But from the look on his face, the glaze in his eyes as they nearly popped out of his face while he listened to the puberty babe, and from the bulge growing more and more obvious in his crotch, I had a sneaking suspicion that he was just now getting around to satisfying what must have been his great ail-American male desires: to fuck a child from the house next door and never think twice about it!
"I knew for a fact that there was no way in the world that I would be able to interrupt him just now. He was heavy into getting it on with the little one, and she wasn't slowing him down, either. She was every now and then telling him how cute she thought his bushy eyebrows were, and she couldn't quite hide the fact that she'd impressed herself with having gotten a live rise out of my husband Rodney's pants trousers. Well, I figured that if I let the two of them keep talking it up they might just give me the alibi I needed, the camouflage which would cover my afternoon tracks.
"I backed off slow and easy and made my way back into the house. I wrote Rodney a little note, something about how I went to the market and wouldn't be back until morning, and hoped that he'd think that just a nice little joke. Then I put that piece of paper on the kitchen table, in place of my purse, and went out back to wait for Jerry. No sooner did I get outside when I saw him starting to climb the back wall. I told him not to bother, showed him my secret backyard escape hatch, and joined him in my neighbor's yard. Ten minutes later we were jetting up the Pacific Coast Highway in his fuel-injected Corvette and I was getting ready for a little injection of my own, the one that I thought for sure I had coming.
"His place turned out to be in Topanga Canyon. It was back behind all sorts of big scraggly trees, some in bloom, others bare even though summer was barely half-way begun. The Canyon, as they say, was in its pre-tinder box state. Everything was dry. Except for my hole which juiced even as we made our way along the path into Jerry's house.
"He didn't bother latching his front door. Why should he? In that Canyon there was nothing to worry about in the way of nosey neighbors except for an occasional squirrel or stray cat. It was a perfect little hide-away.
Jerry took me in his arms, right off, and I swooned backwards with the feel of his tongue sliding into my mouth. I gave him back my own, the wet French flesh from my mouth, and he pressed his lips tightly around mine. His hands went sliding on my blouse, squeezing my titties which were hot and firm. My nipples enjoyed the tender stroking which followed right after.
"When he broke away, I was panting. 'Come on,' I said, Don't stop now. You can't quit like that... I saddled up next to him, spread my thighs around his leg, curled my foot back behind his, and rubbed my mound up and down and up again on his upper leg. He reached down around my fanny and felt for my cheeks to which once located, he gave a tender long squeeze. His middle digit caressed the crease in my snorts, pressed cotton down into the breach between my buttocks. I slipped a hand between our two bodies and came up with a good sized handful of cock meat. "Nize,' I whispered with a heated breath across the lobe of his ear. "Awfully nize... "He smiled and pulled open my tie-around blouse. My breasts hung down full. The normally creamy tops were rosey and the space between crimson and blushing and hot. My nipples stuck up and out, led by desire into the air, and then, luckily for me, into Jerry's caressing palms. He circulated his palms in soft little circles with my rubbery nipples pressing in his spread hands.
"One hand left behind my titties and worked downwards, stretched next to my belly into my cotton drawers and began to work out underneath. My pelt was wet already and the feel of Jerry's fingers sliding down between my pussy lips, unfolding my flesh envelope and working out on my twitching clitoris excited me so much that I couldn't help but let out a faint gasp. My shorts clicked open and he applied his other hand to the job he'd started between my lips.
"I fell backwards onto a convenient enough table. My legs spread. Jerry prepared me like a stew. He opened my thighs and pulled up a chair. He pulled my legs back toward him, over his shoulders. My bush, my cunt, the juicy spot of my body was at mouth-level. He didn't even have to bend over or crane his neck. My legs drooped over his shoulders and his face was even with my pie. 'Oh, eat it, Jerry. Eat it up good,' I moaned and begged. 'I want you to eat me into ecstasy... "His tongue was everywhere at once, licking my loins, rubbing my pussy hairs, swabbing my clit especially, penetrating, finally, my interior vagina. That long flesh muscle worked me into a fever which I shall never forget, Doctor, one that made me start cuming even before my twat had tasted his long thick meat.
And all of this was on his kitchen table!
"I tried to sit up and he told me not to bother. He removed what remained of his clothing and climbed onto the table with me. He pressed that big hot cock muscle into my cunt and brought my knees up against his and my chest. It was, as before, a tight fit.
"The wet undulating muscles of my pussy went sliding and contracting around the length of Jerry's terrifically throbbing penis. Beginning at the base and working upwards across the stacked flesh of the stalk and arriving with as much fervor at the mushroom crown and tip, these long seething squeeze muscles of mine milked his piston of flesh until it was ready to explode. When I felt the topside vein begin to pulse speedily against my clitoris as his entire flesh prong needled in and out, to and fro, I clamped down with full force and gave that loving stick as much of a wet juicy thrill as I could from my contracting-expanding cave organ. My hips added spice and an occasional hitch to this scintillating and tantalizing cock rub down, and a moment later I had that squirting sensation, as if his jism were hitting, one by one, drop by drop, each sperm, splattering against the back wall of my long tight fleshy cunt. My channel throbbed with satisfaction, and the more juice that puddled there in my sweet little honey pot hole, the better I felt, until I could sense, beneath my cheeks, the accumulating overflow of sexual juices which could no longer be contained by my polyorgasmic twat.
"Jerry withdrew his powerhouse sword from between my two squeeze-lips, and he rolled off the table and into a spent heap of hot sweaty flesh. I couldn't keep from following after him, down into his groin, down between his sweaty thighs where his organ dripped another line of excess jism juice that I dutifully licked up into my mouth and swallowed. 'Mmmm, honey,' I told him as the hot grey cum slid down my throat, 'I have to tell you how good a job that muscle does on me. It's not like with Rodney at all. It's not like with any other man at all, Jerry, my darling, my ever-loving darling�_" you're the best!' I coiled my tongue around the head of his meat and swabbed his mushroom spike tip clean as a whistle and then did the same for the middle of the stalk, the base, and even those mighty balls below. It was pure heaven and satisfaction to have so much masculine love organ to deal with with my mouth...
Third Session:
"When I was here last time, I think I told you about how I got together with Jerry. Well, I don't think I told you about what happened later. Anyhow, I have to get it off my chest.
"It happened like this. Jerry took me home and Rodney wanted a quick piece of tail. He's such a fiend sometimes in that regard. He didn't give me much pleasure with the way he wanted it. He just saw me come home, took a look at my legs and the way I was dressed, and he decided that he wanted me. Well, I knew right off, from the way he was horny and all, that the hot little number from down the block, that floozy girl had not done her job as well as she might have. For all I knew, she didn't do anything at all. But that wasn't supposed to be my problem. You'd think that Rodney would have gone to the John and jacked himself off or something.
After all, that was what he was doing with my pussy by shooting it off inside there without giving a damn about me at all... Oh, well, it doesn't much matter.
"What does matter is that Jerry called me again the next day. This time Rodney was away and I met Jerry at a neighborhood bowling alley. It didn't take us more than five minutes to decide to go to the motel next door. I didn't want to have to wait around for anything that morning. I just wanted to have some of that long thick tender meat jamming down deep inside of my sweetly oozing pussy slot. That's the way I felt, and Jerry sensed it right off.
"We checked into the motel without even thinking about where we were. Jerry shoved me down on my back and pulled my skirt over my hips, thereby revealing my bushy hole, the two ruby-colored wet lips and the little twitching clitoris between. I believe that it was very obvious how horny I was because of the size and shape of that tender little clit muscle which felt to me, inside my brain, like it was a little slave tied to a tree and demanding to be let loose so that it could go flying off in total ecstasy and orgasm. Jerry could see that I was hot, and whether or not he knew it at the time, he did the most erotic thing possible at that given moment: he pressed his finger down between my twat lips and hooked it up and around my slippery little wet clitoris and made sure that he didn't stop rubbing the thing like that until I wailed in passionate delight that I was ready for his horny meat, needy of that long hot, hungry to have him inside me, fucking.
"He let loose and took down his trousers. His exposed organ must have been eight inches long that day, stiff and thick as the roots of an aged oak. The gnarled bowed flesh pressed my vaginal lips wide open and apart and shot deep into the secret stomach of my pussy, filling a great hole, gratifying a terrific appetite of the sexual sort. I wobbled. My hips shook, quivered in erotic blush, chilled and swung up and down on that long stiff meat of his, and before I could even think about wailing out my great lusty heat, before I could tell him how lovely it was that he had made me feel better than ever, once again, I was cuming. I was cuming and juicing on his joint, spreading ooze and happy juice, making myself and him as juicy and as hot and horny and climactic as possible. It was perhaps the best orgasm I have ever had. I pounded up and down on his hammering organ, that stiff steely red and blue rod, and I enjoyed the feel of his thick mushroom head as it spread my lips dozens of times in a row until I was nearly ready to faint with the consequent excitement.
"When he extracted his jumbo-sized organ from between my two hot wet labia, he said, 'You are quite a sweetheart, lovely little Susan, quite a sweetheart indeed.' His joint was dripping cum juice, grey-white sticky lines of the stuff, and I had to go down on him and clean that stuff up with my tongue and my lips. I didn't want him to go home to anyone or anywhere and have them or him think that I hadn't done a first class and appreciative job of screwing with him that afternoon. It was, also, a thrill to have that huge organ, wet and spilling just a bit more, floating between my lips, making me as hot again as I had been when we first began.
"It was like that, with me on my knees between his legs, with Jerry's terrific long organ half-buried in my mouth cavity when the motel door burst open behind me. Reluctantly I stroked my lips off the head of that lovely boner and holding the big meat at the base with my right fist, I turned around and saw not only the manager of the motel standing there with a big sharp grin on his face, but my husband, Rodney, dressed in his business suit, having apparently come from work, having apparently been given information by the motel manager who I now recognized as one of Rodney's Lion's Club Associates, and I recorded in my brain that terrifying look of anger and frustration on his face as I simultaneously�_"God only knows why�_"squeezed too hard on the stiff penis in my right hand. Jerry said quite calmly, even though I knew afterwards that he must have been in some pain, 'Darling, my pecker, you're holding it just a bit tight and�_"ah, there, that's better... "Well, it was Jerry who also made the next move. He stood up and explained to Rodney that he should be happy to have such a lovely wife as myself, that if he had any objections to what was going on he should state them here and now, right there, or forever hold his peace. Jerry explained quite nicely that he didn't want to have me suffer any untoward consequences for a little affair of the heart which meant something both emotionally and physically to both of us. I didn't quite understand all of what he said because my cunt was still happy with juice, and my hands were still tingling from the feel of his rod, and my breasts, which Jerry had rubbed into a perfect frenzy were still hot and lusty.
"Rodney turned to Jerry and said, 'You're sick and crazy and�_"' "Jerry smiled and told my husband that perhaps in that case the best thing to do would be for he and I to talk to a psychiatrist. That's why I'm here, Doctor. It was the only way that my husband would allow Jerry and I to continue meeting. He, Rodney, is seeing someone else, another psychologist, in order to see if he can understand it.
"As far as I'm concerned, there's not a hell of a lot to understand. I like to fuck with Jerry. He gives me the kind of pleasure that I can enjoy. The feel of his tender meat, stiff as a board, penetrating into my wet pussy, filling me with hot desire and carving out at the back of my interior flesh, and the way his boner will go rubbing back and forth against my clitoris, catching it from time to time and making it twitch in ecstasy...
well, I don't think that's crazy at all!
"In fact, I think that a long stroke in and a short stroke out of my twat is just about the best thing in the world for me. I'm half-way tempted to begin masturbating in order to satisfy my more earthy desires, the ones that, truth be told, both Jerry and Rodney have been satisfying. After all, without Rodney and my marriage�_"I must admit it here and now�_"it wouldn't be half so exciting to go out and romp around with Jerry and his rather terrific bone-ons. I hope that doesn't sound too pragmatic, but it really is the truth."
CASE NUMBER SEVEN: Judy D.
First Session:
"I need your help, Doctor. I really do. I understand that. I've given myself to a few too many men and I feel like I'm... falling apart.
"But ifs not all my doing. There were times when my husband could have given me more of a hand. You know what I mean? He could have made things a little better for me. I was young when we married, though, and I didn't know for sure. Maybe I'm still wrong. Let me tell you about our sex life. Maybe you can tell from that if I'm on the right track.
"Our honeymoon wasn't when we first made love. We'd been balling for a year, maybe more, before we married. We did it all sorts of different ways. Well, I guess what I mean to say is that we did it a lot of different positions. Only once or twice did we ever do it in the backside orifice. For the most part we did it in the front. Maybe that's why things weren't very interesting after a while. But I don't know for sure.
"Anyhow, the honeymoon... We went to this little island off the coast of Portugal. The first day there we both got sick. It took a week to get over that which left us all of three days. Lee said that it didn't matter to him how sick he was, just as long as he was with me. Because we were sick I didn't feel that much like having his pecker in my pussy. I mean, I felt like having it, but I couldn't because it was always uncomfortable. I ended up giving him a lot of oral sex. I didn't mind doing that because at the same time as I was licking his meat into a nice big lather he was reaching down between my thighs and working his finger up and down along my clitoris. I loved that, always did, always will, the feel of a man's finger up along that little knobby of flesh there. I don't imagine too many girls confess to that to you, eh Doctor? About how they like it against their clit?
"Well, anyhow, we did a lot of that, sucking and eating and rubbing, but not too much fucking. We had done a lot of screwing before the wedding, as I said, and we were bound to do a lot of it when we got home.
But it certainly did make me horny. You know what I mean? By the time we got rid of the runs from that water or whatever it was, I was just about as hot to trot as a frog on coals! You know what I mean? I had to get some meat crammed into the throat of my hole or else.
"Well, wouldn't you know it?! The first day that I feel half-way decent, ready to get a good screw out of Lee, on that day he was even worse than before. I made him tea and all that kind of thing and I even told him how lusty I was feeling. I sat down alongside him in the bed and stroked his leg, but he said that I shouldn't touch him, that I would probably get sick again myself and that I ought to go out and go do some tourist shopping or something and see if maybe when I got back he was up to doing something. I looked at him and wondered if he had any idea what a hot lay he was turning down, and then smiled and said to myself: well, you can always fuck him later and it'll be that much more interesting... anticipation and all that kind of thing, you know.
"I went looking through the little cobblestone streets of that town for some special kind of pottery which my sister wanted me to bring back. But I couldn't find anything that was exactly what she wanted. Since she's such a perfectionist, I looked all afternoon, and ended up exhausted in a little bar-cafe, sipping an iced tea. Do you know what happened, Doctor? Well, probably the one and only other American on that whole island happened by and he was whistling Yankee Doodle Dandy. I could hardly control myself when I heard that. It sent chills up and down my back. I got up and called to him before he went by and he turned around and smiled.
"It didn't take five minutes for us to get to know each other. He was from Idaho, and he'd spent two years out in Los Angeles. He used to live in Santa Monica, he was a painter and he was always happy to meet a pretty American girl. When I heard him say that, and when I realized that the juices in my little honey pot were getting started to heating up, I slipped my left hand under the table and put that big diamond that Lee gave me into my purse. I wasn't planning on doing anything, mind you, but I didn't want to miss out on having an opportunity to say No.
"Well, one thing led to another and before I knew it this painter was showing me some of his work in his little thatched roof house where he'd been working on the island. You know what he was painting? You'd think maybe pictures of the island, hills and trees and the beach and all, right? Nope. He was painting oil pictures of his memories of New York and Los Angeles and Idaho. I was amazed and impressed.
"I don't want to say his name, Doctor, so I'll call him Mr. X, my Yankee-Doodle man. I asked Mr. X why he painted things like that and he said that it gave him a big thrill to put it down in oils the way he saw it.
Then he asked me if I would like to pose for him sometime. When I told him that I was leaving the island in three days, he said he could paint me right then and there, that day, and he would be very happy if I would allow him to do that.
"Of course I agreed. I couldn't help it. Mr. X was so nice, so gentle and besides that, I was horny. Why not admit it? I was as sex-starved for the legit thing right then as I could possibly be. You know how glad I was, then, when he asked me if I would mind posing for him in the nude. I happily slipped out of my blouse. He told me that I had titties as big as any woman's chest on the island. I was happy to hear that and my nipples started marching at attention just to keep up with the chills that were climbing up and down my back. Jesus, it turned me on to be undressing in front of that man...
"Well, I asked him if he wanted me to take off my skirt, too, and he said he wouldn't paint only half a woman... he wanted all of me on his canvas and nothing else would do. I was so flattered... and so horny... and well, I craved the attention he was giving me. I took off all my clothes, posed nude on a stool he had there for the purpose. He adjusted the angle of his easel and began stroking here and there on his canvas.
"He asked me to straddle the stool. I did, that, spreading my long young thighs at just the angle he wanted.
He had the perspective of someone viewing me at a forty-five degree position. He could look across one breast and see the other full. He could look down past the top of one thigh, see my bushy slit, and then seen the inside and top of the other thigh. My pussy was drooling, I think, leaking a fine ooze and emitting a delicate aroma. I was so happy to be naked with this man. It was just as nice and just as exciting as being back at the motel with my husband. I wondered what Lee would think if he saw me fooling around in front of this painter.
"Well, just to be funny, I reached down between my legs while Mr. X was working on some aspect of his painting, and I started flicking my clitoris. I wanted to see what he would think if he looked up and saw me doing that. I got myself going without even trying. When he looked up, he saw this stranger, me, rubbing my chest and working my finger in and out of my cunt. He put down his brush and gawked for a minute.
"That's when I did what I consider to come natural. I got up off the stool and strutted up across that little hut floor and worked my body up and down, shimmied it up and against his body. He turned on me and kissed me in the mouth. I loved the feel of that tongue promising me all sorts of satisfaction as it wrapped its way around the inside of my mouth.
"When I got the chance, caught my breath, I reached down and drew my fingers across the developing protuberance in his crotch. I found something baldheaded and mousey in there, and I began to rub the heel of my palm in slow circles on it. I wanted him good and stiff when I finally got a look-see at his painter muscle.
"He knew his moves, too. He worked his hands on my bare chest, teased my nipples and tweaked me until I was about ready to jump down on the ground and demand that he fuck me. He undressed quickly while I continued to massage his neck and his shoulders. Then, when he had his pants off, I rubbed his joint while he removed his shirt.
"I was happy to find that he had a muscular, shapely body. He wasn't deprived of the physical aspects of manliness. He had a firm boner, big thick thighs, and a splendid pair of hot hairy buns. I enjoyed sliding my fingers up and down his curly-haired chest, and it was a lot of fun to kiss his manly nipples. The next thing I knew, however, was that his huge galloping muscle was galloping down my hole, filling me with hot sex and ardor and fever. Jesus, I was happy to enjoy that joint as it pressed delightfully deeper and deeper into my naked sweaty body.
"When he was all the way in, gasping I turned around and realized that he had swooped down on me and we had landed on his make-shift bed, a straw mat. It was a lot more comfortable than I would have imagined.
I spread my legs wide, lifted my knees and gave him another very necessary inch of pussy slot and about a bucket of juice to go with it for his heavy-duty pecker. That joint crammed me full of love and ecstasy and when I next realized what was happening I'd been through three or four mini-orgasms, a climax, and I was filled with the painter's sweet cum juice. He had withdrawn, extracted that loving-meat of his, and was laying by my side smoking a cigarette.
"I asked him a few questions, mostly out of curiosity, but I knew full well that the answers, like the questions, were completely irrelevant because I was on my way home to America and Los Angeles and he was going to be staying right where he was, on an island off the coast of Portugal. It was quite romantic until he asked if I cared to stay on, to change my plans, perhaps, and stay on the island for a while longer than I intended originally and I remembered my husband Lee. I couldn't say what was on my mind and I dressed rather haphazardly and returned to the hotel. I had a stiff drink downstairs, a cry in the ladies room, and headed upstairs, as I considered it to be my duty. I have never seen the painter since.
Second Session:
"So there were other men in my life. That's really the bone of contention, Doctor, isn't it? The fact that I have a need to see other men makes Lee so jealous that he can't stand it. He doesn't like to think of me out getting my pie chewed on by another man, my cunt filled with another man's boner. I don't know why it bothers him. Maybe I am a nymphomaniac the way he says, but I wouldn't be concerned if he every now and then went out on his own and got himself a piece of ass somewhere else. Just so long as I didn't know, I suppose, it wouldn't bother me in the least.
"There was one time when I caught him fucking another girl. He was so embarrassed. What was interesting to me was when I walked in he didn't know I was there at first. Neither of them did. I had a chance to kind of see what I looked like when I was fucking. It was odd. I just had this strange feeling that if that girl wasn't there it would have been me. Which would have been something because I was horny but I didn't realize it until just then and I didn't know that I looked like that. It was the way she had her face all wrapped up in every moan and groan. You could tell just from looking at her brow and her closed eyes and when she opened her mouth and how what was happening down there between her legs. When Lee slammed his meat into her, she let out a whoop and holler and there was a smacking noise down in-between her thighs. And when Lee withdrew his sword of flesh, slowly pulling out from between that woman's slender wet twat lips, well then there was this look of a different kind of relaxation on that woman's face, like she was relieved but she knew she'd want more. It's like the man who wants money. He feels good when he gets some of it, but he feels better when he gets more. The minute he gets a little, he's unsatisfied that he doesn't have just a bit more of it.
Money and sex are like that. When a woman doesn't have the meat in her, she wants it, and when she has it in her, she wants it to come into her body again, but it can't do that without going out, and of course there's always the chance that if the meat goes�_"like when you spend the money�_"that it's not going to come back.
"Well, anyhow, I was standing there watching what it looked like when my husband fucked me, but it was with this other girl, see, and I had this idea that maybe I should just sort of back out of the room and leave those two alone for a while. It just seemed like the right thing to do. But I couldn't seem to pull myself away.
The sight of Lee's butt rolling around between that girl's legs, the way his hammering pelvis was slapping down on her groin and driving his nail deeper and deeper into that fleshy depression which I could only sometimes see�_"well, it worked like a magnet. It attracted me like nothing else I can ever remember.
"It made me hot, too. I had a fantasy of sitting down in a chair alongside them, lifting my legs, pulling my panties open and stuffing myself with a finger. Wouldn't that have been something, Doctor? I would have frightened them with that one, I bet. 'Oh, just go ahead and fuck,' I would have said, 'I kind of like watching.
Don't worry about me a bit. I'll just tug on my clitoris and I'll be fine... Naturally, though, before I could even discount this wild-eyed notion, the woman saw me staring. "She took to screaming. Lee withdrew. That must have hurt. The girl got up�_"she was that it turned out�_"nothing more than a girl, flat-chested, really, and scared shitless. She looked at me like I was a hangman or something. She must have known me, but I didn't know her. I kind of smiled hello, but she didn't let it register. Lee couldn't believe his eyes. He looked over at me and started to apologize, but his face was quizzical, like: 'Why the hell isn't she mad and crazy and yelling at me?' His boner was dripping semen juice.
Apparently it was the second fuck or he had just been cuming or something like that. I backed out of the door and left the two of them alone. I heard Lee calling after me but I figured that to recognize that I heard him just then would be wrong. I wanted to wait just a bit to sort things out for myself�_"rather: to see that I didn't have anything to add to what I'd already sorted out and then...
"... when I did come back home, an hour or two later, the house was cleaned up and there was neither hide nor hair of the intruder, not a trace. I had to smile to myself about that about how Lee had removed all evidence that might remind either of us of what we'd seen and done. Well, he was sitting anxiously in front of the kitchen table, a little back from it turned to get a teakettle from the stove. I came in through the front door so even with his back to me he knew I was there. He started to apologize when he turned around, and he had this very hurt look on his face. I sat down and I don't know why, Doctor, but I started crying, sobbing and balling my eyes out. I don't know why. It had nothing to do with having seen my husband with another woman. I think it was more that I had seen my husband, who he really was, and I loved him so much and knew it wouldn't help, wouldn't make much difference. He was frightened of something, of something inside himself and I had no way to help him. That's why I was crying.
Third Session:
"You probably think I'm pretty foolish, Doctor. I know that. You probably think that maybe I'm just another wacky broad with an awfully horny slit. But that isn't the half of it. There's a lot more to me than just that old lust for cock muscle.
"I like poetry, for instance. I like reading books and going to movies. But all of that, it's, well, it's just no good if you don't have a man to enjoy it with. Lee used to leave me alone a lot, you know? He used to go fishing for a weekend, camping with the boys, out on the town, whatever. I'd sit home at first. Sure, what wife wouldn't? But after a couple of times too many, after a few too many coke bottles crammed into a horny wet hole, a woman begins to wonder if she's not wasting away or something, you know what I mean? You begin to think that maybe there's something else out there besides 'until death do you part.'"
"So I kind of think it was more natural than anything else that I started playing around later on in the marriage. I mean, I just couldn't take sitting home alone anymore. The first night out I didn't even do anything.
I didn't find a man, I didn't fuck, I didn't get drunk�_"nothing. I spent the night in one place, with one drink, and I pondered why it was I was there in the first place. Sure, I had the old itch, and it's not like I didn't dress to kill, and believe-you-me there were plenty of offers I turned down that night and a few others, but I wasn't able to take that attitude for the whole time. You know what I mean? It just got to be too much.
"That's how I met Randy. Well, really, stop to think about it, meeting Randy was more accidental than on purpose. I was out having my ponder drink, my wonder brandy, my think-a-little-more-before-you-break-down-from-loneliness-booze, Randy came up to me. He didn't want anything except to sit down in the booth with me. I wasn't in any shape to say either yes, or no. He just say down and put his drink on the table. 'I don't know you,' he said, 'but you sure do look like you need someone who does.' "Maybe it was the way he said it, Doctor, but I couldn't not take him seriously. Not that I was all somber-mouthed and depressed when I finally looked up at him and saw those clear blue eyes and that young handsome face, but I certainly was ready to listen to what he had to say. The fact that he was a young-charmer didn't make it any harder to hear him, either. He had a bright smile, strawberry colored hair in big jagged locks, a big nose and large, tan freckles all over his face. He looked like a happy kid, but he must have been well over forty.
"I don't want to bore you with how Randy pulled me out of depression and loneliness. Suffice it to say that it wasn't but forty-eight hours later when I crawled up naked next to that man's long muscular body and enjoyed the feel of his muscle as it slid nicely along my thighs and up along my curly bush. My lips spread to accommodate his hefty organ which I'd yet to inspect at a close distance, but I knew from the touch of the mushroom head against my bush that a rather large meat was about to drill deep inside the flesh hole between my legs. When he finally pushed down and started his climb inward, the breadth of the muscle alone was enough to satisfy my needy twat space. Before he'd so much as gone half-way into my vagina, I reached around and took hold of his hips for something to hang onto. He was going to be sending me into erotic orbit and I wanted to concentrate on the vision I would have from that tremendous sensual height.
"The view was no less than spectacular, Doctor. I felt like some tenth and eleven senses had been opened up within my pussy. They were the senses of eros and thanatos, the eyeballs which see flesh as living character, the ears which record forever the mysterious message ported and born when DNA unfolds the fabulous, plush helix and gives way to the thunder, the deafening screech of creation, the blinding flash of oblivion...
"Certainly the orgasm I experienced, thanks to Randy, was no less ecstatic than as I've described it. His meat was pounding, throbbing, sending me up the ladder. His rooty joint stiffened rather than softened when he ejaculated. He flooded my hole and prepared for more. I had to have him stop, to tell him to wait. It was too good, too much�_"it was driving me out of my mind.
"He pulled his rod away from my lips. He lay back and lit a cigarette. I was panting and gasping, sweating like a track star. My pussy was leaking all sorts of juices, still secreting lubricant. I began to feel horny again but I knew I'd better slow down or that muscle of his would kill me, would drill me into eternity. Rather, I told him that I would suck him a little and that then I would be ready for more sex. He liked that idea.
"I got down close to the joint I hadn't seen yet. Now it was right in front of my eyes. It was stiff like a pipe, thick like the best knockwurst, and twice as long as any flesh nail I'd ever seen before. It was a meat with character.
"I took the time to rub my heated breasts along the sides of that marvelous and incredible shaft. I rubbed it against my chest, in the space where cleavage forms, in that chest hollow, and meanwhile my titties went dipping down for a little play at his nut nest. It was delightful for us both. To cinch up the deal, I reached my hands under his buns and took a hunk of each cheek for my greedy squeezing fingers. 'Mmmm,' I hummed, 'you don't know how nice this is for me, Randy... "'And you,' he quickly replied, 'have no idea how nice it is for me... "I suppose that right then I learned the most precise fact of nature: I would never know for sure what it was for him, and he would never know for sure what it was for me. By 'it,' I mean sex-sucking, fucking, eating, jacking�_"the whole kit and caboodle, could never be described in full for either of the two sexes. It drove me bananas.
"I went wild on his joint. I sucked up the head and gave a long ever-lasting stroke to the incredible stalk of his muscle. Landing on the head I spun my face around and went down the other side, softly, slowly licking and swabbing at the thickness of his penis until I arrived at the thickest portion save the head, at the root where I gnawed with tongue and lips until he demanded with his two hands coiled around my face that I re-trace my slippery path back up his rod to the meaty tip. I swallowed down as much of the whole thing entire as would comfortably fit between my lips and into the back of my throat. Then I worked my mouth steadily back and forth on his rod, and I enjoyed the feel of the thing beginning to throb while Randy patted my cheeks and held the nape of my neck which was sweating with lusty anticipation about the sexy climax we'd soon be sharing in my pussy.
"I pulled my face away from his rod and took a deep breath. 'Oh, God,' I moaned, 'it's so tasty.' I climbed up along his body, kissing his belly, tasting his manly nipples with my little wet lips, working my face alongside his so that I might lick his ear or press my face to the back of his neck, and I could feel his hands sliding up around my fanny, massaging my ass cheeks, kneading the firm flesh there and eventually working a finger into my open and willing asshole. When that same finger was deep within the confines of my rear tube, I hopped forward and spread my thighs in such a manner as to be able to locate his terrific fuck rod between my two pussy lips, thus getting the fuck, number two, underway.
"Randy helped by lifting his joint from the base of the stalk and pressing the head at my clitoris and pussy insides. I slipped forward and the mighty shaft went sliding into the hole, a perfect fit. My juicy inner lips were secreting ooze and squeezing, simultaneously, milking at the bone of sex muscle pressing deeper and deeper upwards into the hollow of my twat. There was a slopping noise, a clicking sound of wet flesh against hard bone-on, and soon we were taking up a steady fuck rhythm, a bounce and a slide technique which kept Randy's pecker within reach of my hungry lips at all times, but sometimes inside, sometimes outside. I shifted my hips from right to left so as to add the element of surprise to our method, and watched Randy's face change expressions as my climbs and descents rubbed his erect penis ever-closer to orgasm. When it was all over, when he'd pumped a second sticky wad of hot cum into my climaxing cave, I climbed off and passed out with my head on his chest. I slept and had beautiful dreams which I can't remember any more. I don't know what made me, but I woke up just a little while later.
"Randy told me that because of some personal complications in his life he could no longer see me. He promised that he would write sometime soon, and when we parted that day it was, I knew, the last time I would ever see him.
"I'm not unhappy about that, Doctor. I think Randy served his purpose. He got me through a rough time in my life. He made love to me like a pro, and I'd be delighted to see him again, and if circumstances were right, well, I'd even like to make love to him again. But I'm not unhappy that he's gone, that he left and that things worked out the way they did.
I don't know why exactly, but that's just the way I feel about it I think things sometimes have to be that way in matters of love and sex: indefinite."
Fourth Session:
"I've begun having fantasies. I see myself fucking the keepers. I get horny nights especially. It's not just nights though. This morning I woke up craving two things: a nut nest and a cock. Yesterday evening I went to sleep thinking about how nice it would be to have a man rub my chest, pull my nipples, tease me into an erotic high. I don't know what I'm going to do, Doctor. If horniness is an indication of well-being, then I should be allowed to return home to my husband, allowed to go home and try out married life again.
"Can a woman go insane just from not having a man holding her body from time to time? I think so, Doctor. I think that if a woman came to this asylum and then wasn't allowed to have someone touch her, anyone, an inmate, someone with strong hands and the will to please, I think she could go mad. I think it's terrible that I can't keep a dildo around here, that you won't let me call up one of my former lovers and have him come stay with me. It's like being in jail.
"I'm forced to remember my fantasies, my dreams. I have to recall the people I used to fuck, the memories and the men who satisfied me when I was free to move around on my own. It's not right that you keep me here and that I grow more and more sexually frustrated. Maybe you think that just because I'm not twenty-one I don't have the feelings of a mature sexual, sensual woman? Maybe you think that I wouldn't dare to spread my legs for one of the male nurses, that I wouldn't just go down the hallways screaming one day and showing off my beaver to all the inmates? Or maybe you want me to become a lesbian? Is that it, Doctor? You want me to spread my legs for another woman, for a woman's mouth muscle and fingers to go probing inside my hungry frustrated vagina? Or there could be one other thing, you keep me here, keep me away from my lovers and my husband because you yourself want to stab a big cock muscle into my hole. Maybe that's it? Maybe you, Doctor, would like to whip out your organ and stick it inside my twat and jerk it around in there?
"Well, you can see how horny I am, can't you? Why don't you do it? Here, look, I'll spread my legs and show you my hole so that it will be that much easier...
"... How long is your pecker? You can gaze on my twat�_"I should be able to look at your penis. Pull it out and let me see. No? Well, then, I'll pull down my skirt and hope that you'll forget mat I-was ever so forward.
"But Doctor, I'm beside myself. I keep remembering the various men I have gone down on, the men who have rubbed my Chest with their strong fingers, the lovers who have taken their hands and made my body into a pleasure-palace...
"I wish that you'd met Edgar. He knew how to please me. My husband never knew about him, either.
Edgar knew just how to make me hot, how to rub my titties. He used to tell me while he undressed that I had the nicest teenage body he'd ever seen. He was always complimentary, Edgar was. He would wait until I was nude�_"he always undressed faster�_"and then, seeing my sprung nipples, my ripe teats, he would pounce on me and start licking my cherry-like tips. Or he would drive his long wet mouth muscle into my face and not let up until I was panting for breath, spreading my legs and searching between his thighs for more of that meat which I knew he had for me...
"Sometimes he would attack from the rear. He would get me to lift a leg and he would slide that huge muscle of his into my hole from underneath. He would work it up and down and from side to side until a juice so sweet as to make the mouth water would run along his shaft, his penetrating, gyrating shaft of sex muscle.
Then my hips would go to work, sliding around and around so that his erect penis would get an especially vigorous rubbing from the tender wet flesh, that slippery sliding pussy (liverlike?) meat on the inside of my twat. I loved to do that for him, to slide my lips from side to side on his rod. It gave me as much pleasure as it did him, especially when the rim of his mushroom headed pecker caught hold of my erect clitoris and flicked it back and forth until I was cuming... oh, God, was that ever ecstasy!
"There was a time when Edgar had me sit on his face. It was only for a minute, but it was a very delicious minute for my twat. I crouched down over his mouth and filled my hole with his extended tongue. In it went, all the way up inside. Do you believe it? My loins shook like there was no tomorrow. Up and down I went, crouching over him like that, rocking like a dime pony-ride. It was divine! My clit used to buzz it was so hot!
"There were other times, too, that I can never forget. There was this garage out behind Edgar's house. It was some sort of domestic storage depot for all the things he'd collected over the years. We were out there looking through all that junk when I felt Edgar's hands on my fanny. He was stroking my buns up and down. I was wearing a skirt and no panties, a blouse and no bra. He didn't know it, but while he was working with his hands, massaging my buttocks, I was undressing, unbuttoning my blouse and undoing the clasp and zipper on my skirt. The latter came off in his hands and I heard him gasp. When he looked up he saw that my upper body was equally naked. I turned around and showed him how heated my breasts were. He smiled, took a deep breath, and, still standing, bowed close enough to my chest that he could get hold of my teat between his lips. He tugged with his mouth, licked with his tongue, left a hickey, even, on my chest. He kissed me up and down like that.
"Pretty soon we had to have a place to do it. We either had to go back to the house or find something there in that garage which would support us in our ecstasy. He grabbed some old linen, a sheet of some sort, and a towel. Tossing those things onto the cement, Edgar pointed. There,' he said, 'and we'll consider ourselves lucky, eh?' I smiled and sat down where he pointed. I spread my legs.
"He looked down between my loins. He was still standing. His huge pecker bulged in his pants. He slipped out of his trousers and his shirt and shoes. His meat was hanging there like a limp post. It was not soft, but it was hanging nonetheless. 'Edgar,' I asked him, 'you don't look as stiff as usual?' "'Don't worry,' he promised me, 'I'll give you everything I can... "I didn't say anything, I was worried at first that something was the matter with him. Then he pressed his body close to mine and I felt that muscle of his take on the old familiar bony shape. It was getting larger and more erect, ready for the kill, ready for the hunt down my beaver alley and the kill at the end of the lip-channel. His meat was full of bony ridges which my twat hole could feel with every new and juicy contraction as he stroked inside me. I loved the feel of that hefty muscle as it jammed to the back of my cave.
"He took care also to stimulate the erogenous zone in my butt. He worked a finger up and down inside that narrow slot between my buns and then applied the tip to the entrance to my anus. Slowly but surely he pressed inward until that entire digit filled my elastic anal muscle. I squeezed there, too, and hoped that he would remember, when I was hot and just about to cum, to give me an extra little twist. Then I began to concentrate on swinging my hips up and down and side to side so that his cock muscle would get the supreme slippery rub from the tender flesh inside my vagina.
"I must have been doing something especially right that day because my hole began to vibrate and suck. A vacuum of some sort worked away on Edgar's hot meaty head and every time he stroked down inside my body I couldn't help but think the lustiest thoughts imaginable...
"Finally, I shot off, came in series, several times in a row, poly-orgasms, every one of them bigger and juicier and with more squeeze in it than the one before. Nothing could stop me as I bounced on his penis, up and down and round and round scraping the barnacles off that long iron post of his. It was really something.
When I finally slowed down and took a much needed breath, I felt a spurting inside my pussy. It was Edgar and his zesty jism juice, and it was splattering away at the back of my wall like sperm buckshot. I rolled my hips, picked up speed again in order to assure him a good ejaculation. I wanted to be sure that he had as much fun as I did with that fuck...
"Now, you see, Doctor? There, I've remembered one of my better fucks. I don't think it's going to relieve me completely of my desire to fuck, of my incredible urge and horniness, but certainly it's better than the nothing they offer you here...
"... Did I ever tell you about the time I fucked a little boy? Oh, he was a charmer. I'd been married for maybe six months or so when J met him. I won't tell you how I did it, but I seduced this little cub when he was soliciting one day, collecting funds for some sort of charity. There isn't a man who ever held my titties the way that boy did. Once he got started�_"oh, he must have been all of twelve or thirteen�_"once he got started he couldn't be stopped. He worked my mammaries with his small hands and his pinching little fingers, and he rubbed his spindly legs along my ample thighs... and he was using his meat to get a little rub going at my loins. Well, he got his mouth around one of my breasts, my right one I think it was, and he was at a tilt on my hips trying to get his joint into my pussy. I let him struggle for a minute, fumble around, and enjoyed the fondling as a result. When my clit was up and hot�_"come to think of it, this boy must have been a virgin�_"when my little twat-cock was upright and juicy, I reached down to the boy's erect penis, as large a muscle as any man's I've ever had the pleasure of, and took it around the mushroom head with two fingers, guiding him at the angle he needed in order to enter my pussy.
"Well, you never saw a happier woman than me at that moment. The feel of that vigorous boner pressing into my body, working it out in my hole and making me hot and juicy, bringing me quickly and naturally up the path to orgasm is etched in my brain. That single fuck from that virgin boy means as much to me as gold does to the rich men of the world.
"When his hands began squeezing on my titties, kneading and milking my breasts, and when his boner was sliding methodically in and out of my vagina, I gave way to the impulse to scream out, to pant and gasp regardless of how it might affect the young man on top of me. He just kept on hammering his rod inside my pussy. I knew that he was doing me just the way I needed it, and I let myself go all the way, let all my orgasmic juices flow. My hips rocked up and down in order to better accommodate his huge thrusting prick as it descended deeper and deeper with every stiff stroke until finally the mushroom tip smashed head-on to the back wall of my cave and deposited, one squirt at a time, that child-man's hot milky cum. My interior flesh took up the undulating cadence which squeezed out and sucked up every drop of his cum, every inch of his muscle, and my fleshy contractions around his joint inspired him to drive home the hot needle, the sexy injection which left me with the memory I have just described...
"You know, Doctor, I think they really ought to let me out of here, out of the asylum and back to live with my husband. I think he can give me the sexual satisfaction I need, and I think when he can't perform or when I'm interested in another man... Regardless the reason, I should be allowed the opportunity to seek my sexual gratification anywhere I chose and I shouldn't have to be cooped up in here because I think that way.
"I'm sure there are plenty of men out there in the 'sane' world who would like to see a woman like me on the loose. And with good reason, too! I can give them sexual satisfaction. I thrust out my chest and show off my big titties... or I can strip down naked in the middle of a boulevard somewhere and open my thighs and reach down and spread apart my twat lips so that my ruby flesh is open for whatever cock comes along and fits in there first...
"... Or don't you trust me, Doctor? Don't you think I can give my husband and those other men the satisfaction of my female body? Don't you think I know how to enjoy their hands roving my body, pressing my big titties, a big cock muscle shooting like a star up into my pussy where it's hot and oily...
"Oh, God, I love sex, Doctor, but... but sometimes I think it's destroying me... I need to feel a man holding me... holding me in his arms... naked... fucking... loving... I don't think�_"I don't think there's anything else."
