In this volume, a collection of actual case histories as told by the subjects in their own words, I have endeavored to display a random sample of deviant sexual behavior. There is a purpose in my compiling this study, and it should become evident after a survey of the varied topics covered.
First there is Anne C, a young woman of twenty-nine, who was obsessed with analism for quite a long time before she sought my help. Then there is Billy F., age thirty, whose problem was that of pedophilia. For no apparent reason, he was only satisfied sexually with very young girls. Case History Three concerns a widow, Agnes I., who became uncontrollably involved in an incestuous relationship with her teenaged son. Next we have Dean M., a classic "chubby chaser," slang for a man who only is sexually attracted to obese women. Case History Five concerns Freida L., a thirty-year-old black woman whose problem is primarily concerned with her reaction to her black boyfriend's white girlfriend. And finally we have an in-depth study of young Liza T., a fourteen-year-old girl who was introduced to sex in a very unusual fashion at the age of thirteen.
The purpose of this study is to display to the reader the many forms of deviant sex alive in our culture today and to indicate the prevalence among so-called normal, everyday individuals. It is also hoped that through the therapeutic experiences of the patients herein, the reader will see that most of these problems are solvable.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Anne C. Age: Twenty-Nine
INTERVIEW ONE
My notes indicate that this first patient has been obsessed with analism over an extended period of time. When she first came in to see me, Anne C. spoke of her problems in a barely comprehensible manner. It was my first task to calm the patient down and try to have her relax.
After enduring this obsession for a lengthy period of time, she obstinately refused to divulge to me the cause or circumstances, which led her to come here and seek my help.
I subjected Anne C. to the usual battery of tests, hoping to find clues in her background history that might possibly account for her present obsession with analism.
I did not, however, meet with much success. As a consequence, I encouraged the patient to visit me as often as possible, hoping that an increased number of sessions might lead to a hastened recovery on her part. I have included in this study the two interviews with Anne C. that seem to me to be the most revealing, as far as the patient's obsession with animalism is concerned.
On this particular afternoon the patient came in to my office in a calmer mood than usual. She seemed anxious to begin the interview. I wasted no time in setting up the necessary apparatus, and encouraged her to commence. Below are excerpts from the transcription of the patient's narrative.
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Well, Doctor, I feel a little bit more at ease, I must admit, since I started having these sessions with you. It seems like I'm not destined to be a very happy person, Doctor, so at times I become quite lonely, I'll tell you the truth. That's why it furnishes me with a certain relief to come here and talk to you about this sort of thing, which I could never discuss with anyone else, ever!
I suspected, Doctor, that you thought the cause of my obsession with analism could be traced back to my childhood. Well, I told you from the very beginning that that couldn't be so. I had a relatively normal childhood, I insist on it! And, excuse me, but I really don't appreciate your probing into my parent's life together, especially as far as their sexual relations are concerned. Forgive me, but it isn't decent!
Anyway, the cause of my troubles is not to be found back at Ittinger Falls, which is where, as you must know by now, I hail from. We had a happy enough life on my father's little farm there, and that's that. They're gone now, poor souls, and I'd much rather we talk of something else.
We've had several sessions together, Doctor, and yet we still haven't come to the heart of the matter, if you know what I mean. You suggested the last time that I saw you that I go over in my mind what I wished to tell you today. Well, the story is bright and clear in my mind.
You said, Doctor, that it would be helpful if you knew a little bit more about my present life. Well, that's what I'd like to talk about today. And the sad thing is, forgive me for being maudlin, it's not much of a life at all.
You're making a face now, Doctor, but it's true!
Look at me! I'm twenty-nine years of age, and no one has ever been false enough to tell me to my face that I'm pretty. Because I'm not. Oh, I don't kid myself, Doctor. It gets a little hard to continue fooling yourself as the years roll by and your charming knight on a white horse remains as far away as ever.
So I've resigned myself to the fact that I'm destined to be a spinster. Well, so be it! But I'm not going to let that stop me from having a little fun once in a while. After all, what else is life for? I mean, you see what I mean, don't you, Doctor?
Oh, I've made plenty of mistakes in my short life. Perhaps, if I had acted differently, I'd be happily married right now, sitting in a living room with a cluster of kids around me.
But I'm really getting away from what I wanted to tell you. I thought that I would give you an idea, as well as I could, of what my daily life is constituted. It isn't a very exciting life, so I have to have my little fun here and there, when and where I can. And who's to blame me?
I work at Fischer's Emporium, I'm sure you've heard of it. It's the most exclusive gentlemen's clothing shop in the city. The establishment has been in the hands of the same family for generations, which accounts for the atmosphere being a little stuffy and old-fashioned at times.
But I don't mind that at all. As a matter of fact, it brings me back to the old-fashioned sort of life I led with my parents back at Ittinger Falls. Anyway, I've been working for Fischer's ever since I came to this city, and I happen to be the youngest and most daring of all the employees, which will give you some idea of how the establishment is run.
I run the third floor, practically all by myself. Occasionally, someone will come up to help me if it gets a little too busy, but for the most part I manage admirably on my own. The third floor has its own row of spacious dressing-rooms.
And to put the matter in a nutshell, Doctor, I sometimes go above and beyond the call of duty in obliging our gentlemen customers. Well, why not? I have to find a little happiness somewhere, don't I?
Briefly speaking, I go to Fischer's punctually at nine every morning and leave at five, returning to my lonely flat. I've few friends and not much of a social life, so I invest most of my time and interest in my work. For the last two years the whole third floor has been under my direction.
The majority of our customers come from comparatively well-to-do social circles, which should not come as any surprise to you, Doctor, if you're at all aware of Fischer's prohibitive price-scale. Why the price for one of our seersucker suits would be enough to feed an average family for a month!
So, generally speaking, it is my privilege to deal with men of high breeding and distinction. Oh, I've some very nice customers who have been coming to Fischer's for years! Naturally a sort of warmth develops between a customer and a clerk after they've been dealing with each other for years.
So please don't think that I'm promiscuous, Doctor. I've my own moral standards, just as much as anyone else. Goodness knows, Mother and Father did their best at Ittinger Falls to instill a sense of pride and decency in me, and I hope to say that I haven't failed their expectations.
But I digress again, Doctor. You see, it's difficult to speak openly about this sort of thing. I'm not the sort of person who can talk about sexual matters with a great deal of ease. I have to try and get myself in the mood, so to speak.
Perhaps if I start to tell you about some of the customers, I can begin to get to the matter at hand. There's Mr. Jameson, a really distinguished gentleman, Doctor. Oh, he and I have been carrying on together behind those dressing-room curtains for years! You see, Doctor, that's how I handle it. I have my sexual urgings and cravings, just like anyone else. There's not much of an outlet for that in my barren social life, so I have to sort of work that thing into my work-a-day schedule, if you see what I mean.
As I've told you, the third floor is my domain. Oh, I won't stand for any of the other clerks trespassing on my territory, no sir! As a consequence, I'm more or less free to handle things as I see fit up there. And that's exactly what I do.
Well, take for example the last time that Mr. Jameson came in. Mr. Jameson works in stocks and bonds, that sort of thing, and, as they say, he's loaded--and in more ways than one, if you'll excuse a little joke on my part, Doctor.
Mr. Jameson's been really kind to me through the years, and, well, for my part, I've done my best to see that his time spent at Fischer's is a pleasant and enjoyable interlude in his busy life.
"Well, how are things with you, Annie?" he asked me the last time he was in.
"Oh, fine, Mr. Jameson, just fine," I answered him, giving him one of my special smiles. "And all's well with you, I hope?"
"Can't complain, Annie, can't complain," he answered, giving me one of his conspiratorial winks. "Do you have a moment or two for a little session, Annie?"
"Oh," I said, starting to get excited right away, "I think that that could be arranged, Mr. Jameson."
Well, Doctor, the next thing you know there we are, Mr. Jameson and I, in one of the spacious dressing-rooms in the corner of the third floor. Some of the dressing-rooms are outfitted with doors and locks, instead of curtains. And it was in one of those dressing-rooms that Mr. Jameson and I found ourselves.
He starts to undress me, going very slow and easy, the way that I like it, smiling at me all the time. Well, I'm practically ready to come as soon as he flashes one of those charming smiles of his at me. Excited as a school-girl, that's what I was, Doctor.
Your tits are as soft as ever, Annie," he says, rubbing my breasts in his hands in his usual way.
"Oh, Mr. Jameson," I said, "you're too much!"
Before you could say Jack Robinson, Doctor, I'm standing there as naked as the day I came into this blessed world. Mr. Jameson is busy feeling me up with his finger, while his other hand is caressing my buttocks.
"Oh, Mr. Jameson, please!" I said, as he started to get a little rough with my buttocks, slapping and pinching them and getting a little out of control.
"Love that little ass of yours, Annie!" he says, smiling at me, while he pushes his finger deep inside my cunt.
I was really getting very excited, Doctor. There was Mr. Jameson caressing me on both sides and making me just tremble all over with desire! The next thing you know, Mr. Jameson fiddles around with the belt of his trousers and soon his pants are down around his feet.
Well, his, ahem, machinery is sticking out like a totem-pole gone sideways. He knows how I like it, and using a little natural lubrication, he gets my posterior ready for his entry. All this time now he's standing behind me, whispering into my ear and pressing his hot thing against my, ahem, anal orifice, as they say in medical books and journals.
"Oh! Mr. Jameson! Please!" I whisper, as he starts to push himself into me, and a little too hard too.
"Ah, that's my dressing-room beauty!" he says, biting the skin on my shoulders as he pokes himself into me.
Well, it always hurts just a little at the first moment of entry. But after that, what bliss! I repeat, what bliss! Grunting to himself a little, Mr. Jameson begins to draw himself in and out, making his hot thing squeeze against the flesh that's just squirming inside me.
"Oh! Easy, Mr. Jameson, please!" I whisper, as he starts to poke himself up inside me with a force that just has to be felt to be believed.
"Ah! You love my prick, don't you, Annie?" he asks, putting his hands around my waist and holding on to me, as he draws his thing in and out of me.
"You've a very nice set of materials, Mr. Jameson," I admitted, blushing a little, as I do, whenever he uses certain words.
"Well, your sweet little ass loves my fat old prick, that's all I can say, judging by the way they've been getting along together all these years, huh, Annie?" he said.
"Mr. Jameson!" I whisper in a stage voice. "I think it would do to keep our voices down to a certain level!"
"Well, I don't want anyone to overhear me rucking you, that's for sure," he said, beginning to hoist his organ inside me and making me melt inside with pleasure.
The next thing you know, Doctor, he's pushing it all the way up inside me, grunting and moaning in the process. His knees are bent and his teeth are biting into my shoulder. I push myself back a little and close my eyes with pleasure, as the warmth of his thing burns inside me.
I started to come almost right away--Mr. Jameson always does that to me. I could feel those old juices begin to make their delicious flow. Well, I sighed and let myself go, relaxing in the warm hold of his arms.
"Oh, Annie, how I love your little ass!" he whispers, jerking his swollen thing all the way up inside me.
"Oh, Mr. Jameson! Don't let me go, please! Please!" I whisper, starting to move my body up and down as his swollen thing starts to throb inside me.
"Ah! What a sweet ass!" he whispers, beginning to grunt as the force of his movements make our bodies rock together on the floor.
There we were, Doctor, rocking back and forth, the two of us moaning together with pleasure. Then he let his hands fall down to my front. Rippling his fingers through my hair down there, he starts to move his swollen thing sideways in my posterior.
Well, I was coming then, and I just started to come all the more, the juices trickling down inside me, making me get all hot all over. The next thing you know, he has his finger up my front again, feeling and poking. I threw back my head and sighed, closing my eyes, hoping this pleasure would never end!
"Ah! Annie, shall I give it to you?" he asks, beginning to really heave it into me now.
"Oh yes! Yes, Mr. Jameson, please!" I cry, letting my body be taken over by the rhythm of his thing surging up inside me.
And then he started to let go inside me. Well, I don't know if I'm capable of describing the scope of pleasure this affords us. It's like an explosion of fireworks going on inside me, as his thing lets loose its supply of juice. The hot stuff poured out in successive spurts, while our bodies rocked together in the hold of his ejaculation.
Over and over again he shot his stuff inside me, moaning and groaning in the process, clenching his fingers deep into the soft flesh around my abdomen. Oh, the bliss! The pleasure of it all!
While he rocks me in his arms, keeping his thing still inside me, even after all the juice is gone, I think to myself that this is how life should always be. While he's holding me like that, I forget that I have to leave the store at five each afternoon and return to my lonely flat.
I forget all the unhappiness I've known, and just let myself drown in the pleasure, the secret, furtive pleasure of our encounter. Life doesn't seem so bad then, when I'm in his arms. Well, Doctor, I guess I've said enough for today. The next time I come in to see you, I'd like to tell you about some of my other favorite customers.
There's Roy Grudgewell, for example. And David Stymington. And Leonard Hoseworth. Oh, I've dozens of lovers, if you want to look at it that way. Dozens, just dozens!
But that doesn't stop me from being lonely, Doctor. Maybe that's why I started to come here and see you. I really can't say that it's a satisfying life I have. Who would? Perhaps, you can help me, Doctor. I believe in you, really. Perhaps you can tell me what to do.
INTERVIEW TWO
The last time that Anne C. was in my office I suggested to her that she try and make some attempt at establishing a social life of some sort beyond the framework of her life at the store. I told her that she was deliberately restricting herself to encounters that could have no real fulfillment for her or develop other aspects of her life.
It was obvious to me that this patient was very deeply disturbed. Her inferiority complex greatly inhibited her from developing a life of her own beyond the boundaries of her work at the mens' clothing store. I went so far as to suggest that she even consider trying to find another means of earning a living, in order to force herself to be freed of these unhappy alliances at Fischer's.
This last suggestion of mine was not met with any enthusiasm on the part of the patient. I reconsidered my suggestion, realizing that it was too much of a move for Anne C. to make at the present time.
I did tell her that I thought it would be desirable if she related to me on her next visit accounts of her other furtive relationships with the customers. This she gladly agreed to do. Below are excerpts from the transcription of the following visit.
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Well, Doctor, when you suggested the last time that I was here that I give up my work at Fischer's, I nearly had a seizure. My whole life is wrapped up in those dressing-rooms on the third floor of Fischer's Emporium, cant you see that, Doctor? Where would I be without all my loving customers?
I certainly don't have much of a life now, Doctor, I'll freely admit. But what kind of life would I have if I gave up my job at Fischer's? What would I do without Mr. Jameson, and Roy, and David, and Leonard, and all the others? Just exactly how do you think I could go on?
I live for those secret sessions behind the dressing-room curtains, Doctor! I live for them! That's all I have to look forward to. And you want me to give that up? Never! Not in a thousand years! I couldn't! I simply could not, that's all there is to it.
Oh, I know that I'm supposed to take your advice, but please, Doctor, don't frighten me like that again. I might not want to come back here and talk to you, if you start talking like that. I want you to help me, I agree. But please don't ask me to give up my third-floor life at Fischer's. Please!
You suggested that I describe some of my other customers, my favorites. Well, let's start off with Roy Grudgewell. He was in the store just the other day. Back from a vacation in the Bahamas. And so tanned and handsome! Oh, I just get shivery all over, whenever he steps into the store.
Mr. Grudgewell is the only son of Alice Grudgewell, the high-priestess of social life here in the city. You've heard of her, I'm sure, Doctor. She's the one who gives all those charity balls and that sort of thing. Well, it's her son that I love, among others.
So it gives me a certain feeling of pride, maybe that's not the correct word, whenever I read about her social doings in the newspaper.
After all, I'm intimately associated with her son, though, of course, she knows nothing about that, nor does anyone else for that matter, except Roy and myself, and now you, Doctor.
Well, to tell the truth, Roy Grudgewell is one of those playboy types that you read about all the time in the romance magazines and that sort of thing. And he's made to fit the part, if you know what I mean. Oh, he's as handsome as they come, let me tell you, Doctor.
So Roy comes into the store the other day. For one reason I was down on the first floor that afternoon. Roy sees me talking to Mr. Branworth, that's one of Fischer's oldest employees. Well, Roy comes over to us with a big smile on those lips of his.
"Good afternoon, Anne, good afternoon, Mr. Branworth," he says, flashing us one of his charming smiles.
"Why, hello there, Mr. Grudgewell!" I said to him. "How pleasant to see you here with us again!"
The three of us joined in a little conversation, Roy discussing his latest trip to the Bahamas, and Mr. Branworth and I making suitable responses. Then Roy flashed me a special smile, and I knew what he had in mind.
"I've been thinking of trying on one of those seersuckers, Anne," he says, "perhaps you would be so good as to tell me what you think of the fit."
"My pleasure, Mr. Grudgewell," I say, nodding goodbye to Mr. Branworth. "Won't you step this way with me please?"
Well, we go to the elevator and ride up to the third floor. It was deserted at that time of the day. Usually, I prefer our sessions in the closeted dressing-rooms, but Roy likes the adventure of doing it behind the swinging curtains. Well, no one can say that I don't do my best to oblige my customers in the best tradition of courtesy at Fischer's!
The next thing you know, Doctor, Roy and I are standing behind one of those curtains. They reach down almost all the way to the floor, so it's really quite discreet, if you know what I mean.
"We must really try to be quiet, Roy," I say as he starts to undress me. "Last time we made too much noise."
"Whatever you say, Annie baby!" he answered, practically tearing my dress off in his anxiety to start business.
"Roy, Please!" I say, reproaching him, like the boy he really is. "I just got this dress on sale not two days ago. And if you don't mind, I'd like to wear it a few times more, without having it ripped to pieces."
"Oh, sorry about that, Annie baby," said Roy, handling me a little more gently, "I just can't wait to get it in you."
"Now Roy, please," I say, as he helped me out of my dress and then my slip. "Don't go overboard this time. Give me a little time to get used to your thing. The last time you poked it in so fast I nearly died!"
"Oh, that's my baby," he cooed in my ear, as he stepped around behind me and started to undo his pants.
The next thing I hear his pants fall to the floor. I close my eyes and get ready. And then how soft, how sweet it was, as Roy starts to give me the natural lubrication. But he does it with his tongue, not with his finger, like Mr. Jameson. So there I am, standing naked behind the curtains, and having this handsome young man run his tongue up and down my backside. Well, who wouldn't go crazy with such a pleasure? Tell me!
"Oh, Roy," I say, "that feels so good!"
He makes no reply, but just keeps it on with that hungry tongue of his. The next thing, he's got it next to my you-know-what. And pushing it in like a train speeding to make a schedule.
Roy threw his head back and started to run his fingers up and down my buttocks, making my flesh tingle just all over! I look over my shoulder and stare down at his thing, which is sticking out like nobody's business. And the amazing thing, Doctor, is that even his thing was tanned! That must have been some vacation in the Bahamas, that's all I can say!
Well, the next thing you know, Doctor, Roy is on his feet again and pushing the swollen head of his thing against the lips of my posterior, which by this time was more than sufficiently lubricated.
"Easy now, Roy!" I reminded him, as he started to nudge the swollen tip into my ass.
I had to remind him, Doctor, because that boy just gets so excited that he loses all control once he gets his thing inside me. Well, wouldn't you know, the same thing happened that always happens. That boy never seems to learn. He just can't hold it back, which spoils the pleasure for me to a certain degree, I must admit. But I'm very fond him, anyway.
So he hardly gets his thing inside me, when he starts to moan and groan, heaving it in with a terrible force.
"Now, Roy, you promised!" I said, knowing that he wouldn't be able to hold back.
"Oh, Annie girl!" he whispers as he just himself forward.
And then he started to pump it into me as quick as that! Just imagine! He's hardly in me, and out it comes, spurting out like there's no tomorrow. Oh, how he groaned and moaned as he poured the hot stuff into me, making me tremble and shiver under his force.
And then he grows quiet and sweet all of a sudden, once the stuff is out of him. But it all happens so fast that I hardly get anything out of it myself. But I don't get mad. After all, there are other customers too. For example, David Stymington. Oh, he's a regular beauty. He's never given it to me in the ordinary sense, if you know what I mean. But that doesn't mean that we don't have our fun together.
David comes in usually Thursday afternoons. As soon as the coast is clear I get into one of the dressing-rooms with him. Because of the nature of our particular operations together, we always choose one of the dressing-rooms with a padded bench.
David is my youngest customer, perhaps that's why we handle things together the way that we do. I never even have to undress. Young David just strips off his clothes and sits down on the padded bench, spreading his legs wide and bringing his knees up, so that his feet rest on the ledge of the bench.
Then David leans his head against the wall and lets his body slide down a little and curl up. There in front of me is his beautiful young ass. Well, he's the only one of my customers that affects me this way. I get down on my knees and bring my head forward in between his legs.
Sticking out my tongue, I start to wash the crack of his ass, letting it just go up and down with shivers of pleasure for the both of us. He's a hairy young man, and he's hairy there too, which does help to make me excited.
Well, soon I'm coming. That's right. All I have to do is trace my tongue up that hairy crevice a few times, and the juices start to flow inside me. Oh! And I spoke of bliss before! There is really nothing like it for me.
Young David closes his tender eyes and moans a little, as I start to push my tongue inside him. And the taste! Well, there's nothing that can be compared to it, that's all that I'll say.
Soon I'm giving him what in rude circles they term, well, you know what they call it, Doctor, I'm not telling you anything new. What I call it is 'tongue fun'. That's right. And if you ask me, that gets the idea across just marvelously, without being crude and vulgar and nasty-like, if you know what I mean.
"Oh, push it in!" he says, while he strums himself up and down.
And that's exactly what I do, Doctor. I push it in. And hard! Well, I start to come as soon as the operation begins, and then before you know it, David is jerking his seed out like his swollen thing is on fire! Well, it's just unbelievable, the fun that boy and I have together.
Then there's Leonard Hoseworth, Doctor. A package of dynamite in well-dressed attire. That man moves me terrifically, Doctor. Why he only has to step into the store with his suave, polished manner and already I'm mentally undressed and undressing him too! You've heard of the Hoseworths, I'm sure, Doctor. They're one of the richest families in town. And daring Leonard dresses to kill, let me tell you!
Oh, he's a real lady killer. He goes through a dozen romances a month, just like that. So you can see why I sort of cherish my relationship with him that has been going on now for the last two and a half years. Why I've outlasted all the belles of society as far as that is concerned.
Leonard came in about three weeks ago. He's so suave and sophisticated, he doesn't have to say a single word. He just gives me one of those especial looks of his, and I'm dying to get behind those curtains with him. He's hardly in the store five minutes, and I'm back there with him, going away at it like the world was coming to an end and we had this one last pressing matter to attend to.
"You've been a good girl, I hope, Annie," he says, the both of us already undressed and behind the curtains.
"Well, I should hope so, Leonard Hoseworth, I should just hope so," I say with all my dignity intact, as they say.
Well, he gives a little laugh and gets right down to business. Leonard is too much a gentleman to use natural lubrication, so he always brings in a small tube of cream, which works just as well, really. Soon he's having some finger-fun, as I put it, with my posterior.
The next thing you know, Doctor, it's deep inside me and plugging away. Leonard isn't like Roy, though. Leonard knows how to hold and handle it. He keeps himself in me longer than anyone else. As a matter of fact, it was out of a fear that we might be disturbed that I encouraged him the last time to let it all pour out.
And pour out it did, Doctor, in a generous flow. Again and again he heaved his swollen organ into me and let it explode with its hot supply of seed. Of course, I started to come long before. So we enjoy the climax together, letting our bodies rock in unison.
As soon as it's all over, Leonard takes hold of a little cloth that I keep handy in the dressing room, and carefully attends to my posterior. Well, there's no substitution for a real gentleman, that's what I always say.
So you can see why I reacted so strongly the other day, Doctor, to your suggestion that I leave my post at Fischer's Emporium. My customers mean more to me than anything else in the world. After all, besides my precious customers, what do I have in this sad and lonely world?
Nothing, that's what! So I won't give up my job at the store. I just won't! All right, it's not the best kind of life that I might have, but it's a life, what more can I say. You don't thing that I'm happy, do you?
That's right, I'm not. I'm a very unhappy woman, and that's the matter in a nutshell. But what can I do? How can I give up all my secret lovers at Fischer's? Dear Mr. Jameson! And darling young David! And Roy, and Leonard Hoseworth! How could you ask me to give up all those men?"
CONCLUSION
The patient concluded the last of her narrative in a state of aggravation. It was obvious that she did not want to hear any more about leaving her post at the men's clothing store and finding an occupation elsewhere.
I thought it first my duty to calm Anne C.
down, telling her to relax, and assuring her that I would not advise her to do anything which I did not thing was for her own good.
I went on to say that she was, of course, a person of legal age and self-responsibility. And that there was no need for her to allow herself to grow agitated over a mere suggestion on my part.
But I did inform her that it was impossible for her to start leading a normal life, as long as she continued these furtive love-sessions with her customers behind the curtained dressing-rooms on the third floor at Fischer's Emporium.
It was, as well, obvious to me that this patient was very disturbed and unbalanced and as far as her concepts of normal relationships and a satisfying life-style were concerned. I knew that it would take many sessions before we could begin to make some advances on her problem.
I assured the patient however, that some help could be achieved if she allowed herself to cooperate with me. Anne C. readily agreed, and I scheduled the next of our sessions.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Subject: Billy F. Age: Thirty
INTERVIEW ONE
It was plain to see right from the beginning that Bill F. was a highly disturbed man. He smoked to excess and complained of classic nervous or psychosomatic illnesses, such as headaches and ulcers. The fact that he came to me, however, indicates his awareness of some problems. He soon admitted that he was tormented by his drive toward pedophilia.
He wanted to have his problems solved? he had no desire to go on as he was, but yet he had such a strong sexual compulsion for young girls, that he couldn't control himself.
He could not get involved with older women, or women the same age as he. They seemed imposing and far superior to him. He was scared of women.
He was an attractive man, and there was no reason why he should not appeal to women his own age. He was shy and withdrawn from women. I noticed his nervous reaction to my nurse. He seemed to draw away from her as if she had some disease. He smoked nervously and he continued rubbing his hands, while the nurse was in the room. I wanted to hear his story. The following transcript is from our initial session.
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Gosh. I don't know where to begin. There are so many things that I could tell you about. Maybe, I should go back to my first sexual experience. Yeah, I'll tell you about that.
I started puberty when I was ten. I guess I developed a little early. I used to read dirty magazines and pull off in my bedroom. I can still remember this one girl, shit, she sure had big ones. She was posed so that you could see just her tits and some of her ass. I used to pull off while I thought about her.
I imagined that she came to my room and played with my machine. She would take it in her hands and pull it back and forth. I could feel her fingers running along my cock. She would work her delicate little fingers around the head of my cock.
I would beat off until I came. I loved to shoot my gism to the ceiling. I would splatter it all over the ceiling. (!) That may sound like a boast, but I was lying in the top of a bunkbed when I jerked off and the ceilings in that bedroom were pretty low. (Oh).
I had a pretty good childhood, thinking back on it. My mother was beautiful. She had been the queen of the campus when she had been in college. She had also been a cheerleader. She had long blonde hair and a very disarming way of smiling. Mother, I miss you, are you all right in heaven?
Mother was a wonderful person. She used to soothe me, when anything happened at school. If the boys beat on me, or something like that, Mother would always be there to comfort me.
Father was a good man, but I rarely saw him. He was an insurance salesman. He worked for a big company and he was always going to conventions and office meetings that were held late at night. No, I never saw father very much. When he was at home on the weekends, he would play with me. He could throw a great hard ball. He was a very fast pitcher.
Mother was kind and sweet. Father was rough and manly. I really think that I had a very nice set of parents. We lived in a comfortable home. We weren't millionaires or anything, but we had all the conveniences we wanted and many out and out luxuries.
I had three sisters. I was the oldest in the family. When I was ten my sisters were six, four, and two years of age. I never thought about them as sexual conquests until I got older. I guess that's what caused all the problems. I will always feel guilty about what I did, but I know if I had the chance, I would do it again.
I would feel better if I could really say I was completely ashamed of what I have done, and while most of me is that ashamed, there is a small part of me that relishes what I did with my sisters. I took advantage of their love for me, so that I could be sexually gratified. It was a terrible thing, that I did, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to do it, and there was nothing that could stop me.
Like, I said before, when I was ten, I was coming into puberty. The first time I ever came I was in my bed. I was playing with myself, I pulled on my meat and I enjoyed the way my prick felt in my hands. I kept pulling on myself. I worked my hands up and down my body. I loved the way that I felt. I would feel the organ pulsate and then the fingers would squeeze it more.
At the time that I was doing this, I had no idea what come was. I had never heard of semen, orgasm, or anything like that. All that I knew, was that if I rubbed my cock against my hand, it would feel good. I started rubbing my cock faster and faster in my hand.
I felt my cock pulsing and throbbing. I was beginning to feel stranger than I ever had before. I worked my meat up and down in my hands and then I started coming. The whizz shot out of the head of my cock.
I was very startled by what had happened. At first I couldn't believe it. I had thought that I had pissed, but yet it was a different consistency and color. It was white and not yellow. Some of the gism was on my stomach and I put my hand in the puddle of come on my belly and rubbed it in. I felt the sticky goo on my hands and I rubbed it all over my flesh.
That was my first experience with masturbation. For a long while I would do nothing else, but masturbate. I would play with myself in my bed. I would pull on my meat, until I came, but I didn't do anything else, not at first.
When I was thirteen, I began to notice things. I noticed that I had sisters, who were very pretty. Two of them had Mom's yellow hair, and the other shiny black hair, like my father. I have a brown head, I guess it's almost blond.
The girl nearest me in age, is Gail. Gail is now a beautiful woman. She lives in Topeka, Kansas of all places and her husband is a mechanic there.
The next golden girl was Gloria. She is now single, and she's here in New York, trying to be an actress. I don't see her very often and when I do I almost have an urge to molest her.
My baby sister was Rachel. She is working on her masters in Denver. She wants to be a college teacher. My sisters are all very attractive and intelligent people. I guess I am the only fuck-up in the family. I just could never do things as well as my sisters.
My sisters were the talk of the suburb we lived in. That was outside Chicago. I remember that the winters were really terrible back then. Shit, it would get so cold, on account of the winds from the lake, I remember freezing my ass off there in the winter.
I had to walk home from school. I walked for about a mile. It wasn't that long thinking back on it, it seemed almost inhuman to make me walk that far, but at the time, it was just a kinda kick.
I walked back from school in the middle of a blizzard. No shit, a real blizzard. The wind must've been up to forty or fifty miles an hour. There was snow and cold. Hell, you couldn't see. The snow was heavy.
We walked and walked. I was with my three sisters. We were shivering. My coat was wrapped around me. All I had on was a fur-lined coat. The outside was red. It was a cute coat for a kid, but it wasn't all that warm.
I had these big mittens on. I walked as fast as I could, and since I couldn't see, it was almost pointless. I was shivering and crying. Tears were running down my face and turning into ice. I was so cold. My sisters were crying. My nose felt as if it were going to fall off.
I was shaking and shivering and thought that I was going to really freeze to death. Well, luckily, we made it home. We all thought we were frozen. I can still recall passing a mirror in the hallway and seeing that I had blue lips. They were that cold.
My hands felt as if they were going to be frozen forever. I hated they way they felt. They were without feeling. Stiff. I didn't want to die just yet, and I was convinced that I would.
Mother was so dear to all of us. She fixed hot cocoa and put fire in the fireplace. We sat down and got all warm. It was a nice feeling, the nicest, being all warm and loved like that. Just wonderful. My body had nearly frozen and now it was warm again.
I'm sorry, I'm digressing, I wonder--anyway, I feel better now. Where was I? Oh, yes, I was talking about my first attempt of having sex with my sister. Gail was the one I wanted. I had some sense of perversion then, and it didn't strike me as being perverted to masturbate with my nine-year-old sister, but it struck me as being very perverted fucking my seven-year-old sister.
I said I was thirteen at the time. We had a big playhouse out in the back yard. My father had built it for us. We could go to any land and any time in that house. It was a castle for me and I was almost always Lancelot.
My sisters played house and things like that. Well, our parents never came out to the house, so I knew it was safe. There was little chance that my parents would come out there and find me doing things with my sister. I had no idea what I would do, if they discovered me masturbating. I knew that it was something to be ashamed of. I didn't want anyone to think that I was bad.
I had a very strange set of morals. I didn't want anyone to find out that I was being bad, and yet, I never stopped. Anyway, one spring afternoon, I was out in the house. My sister Gail was there. My other two sisters were out playing with their friends.
The rays of sunlight shattered the dusty windows in the house. The sunlight danced on the floor. My sister had some teacups out. She had set up house. She was playing at grown-ups.
I thought about my dick and I wanted to show it to her. I didn't know how to approach her. Finally, I decided the best thing to do, was to simply talk to her. I looked at her and said, "Gail, what would you do, if I took my clothes off?"
"I would giggle," she said.
"Why?"
"I bet you don't look like us down there. It's different, isn't it?"
By this time, I had enough experience to know that it was different down there. I thought about my cock. I wanted to do something sexy, with her. I didn't know what it was. I thought about my prick some more.
I wanted to play with my sister, sexually, but I still wasn't sure what she would do. I thought that I would ask her, a little more specifically.
"Gail, uh, would you take your clothes off for me?"
"Why?"
"I would like to see your boobs."
"I don't have any."
"I would like to see your private parts."
"Okay." I was a little shocked, that my sister would agree so quickly, but then, she trusted me. There was no reason why she shouldn't take her clothes off. I wasn't going to fuck her because that was dirty. I knew it was dirty to fuck someone that young.
She slipped off her clothes. She had a nice smooth skin. Her flesh - was a pale white. She had a smooth body and a nice pale complexion. I reached out and touched her skin. As I touched her, I felt my cock stiffen. I was getting aroused.
"Billy, take your clothes off."
"Oh, okay." My poor cock was throbbing. I felt a warm feeling in my body. I wanted to do something with her, but I didn't know what.
I pulled my clothes off. I looked at Gail's body. I looked down at her cunt. She had a small one. I wanted to spread her small lips, but I had a feeling that I would hurt her and I didn't want to do that.
She giggled when she saw my cock. Her hand reached out and touched it. She pulled her hand up and down. I felt myself whimpering and panting. I wanted her to make me come, but I didn't know how. I really didn't want her to jack me off, I thought that there was smoother skin than her hands.
"Gail, lie down," and she did. There was a small bed in the play house, it was on this that she lay down. She lay on her stomach, so that her pale ass was sticking up. I touched it. I was fascinated with her soft creamy bottom. I liked the way she reacted as I touched her. She lifted her ass up. I ran my hand over her ass. I stroked her globes of flesh.
I ran my hand up her crack. I touched her. She whimpered and sighed. I knew that I was getting to her and that she liked it. I looked down at my cock and it was bobbing up and down. My cock was throbbing. My cock was aroused and I wanted to do something with it to Gail.
I mounted her from behind. I didn't put my cock in her cunt or asshole, but I put it in the cleft between her cheeks. I moved myself back and forth. She whimpered as I did.
I was on fire, my cock was trembling. I loved the way that I felt. My head was on fire. I thought that I had never felt so good in my life. My prick was feeling things that I had never felt before. I moved myself back and forth between her buttocks.
She thrust her rear up and I came down on her. My cock felt much better in her ass, than it did in her hands. I didn't want to masturbate by hand again, not after knowing this pleasure. I worked my hands over her body. I loved the silky smooth feel of her.
I thought that she was really something. I liked the way she felt. I thought that she was really good and nice. Her ass was so very smooth. Her body was so pale.
I rubbed her some more and then it happened. My cock started exploding. I could feel the gism building and building and then it erupted from the head of my cock. The gism flew out and filled my sister's crack with white liquid. She asked me what I had done and I told her that I had pissed on her. I said that I was sorry and she said that she didn't mind. She said that she felt pretty good.
I patted her on the silky ass and we got dressed and continued playing house. I wanted to tell everybody what I had done, but I couldn't.
"Gail, you must agree, not to tell anyone, what we have done."
"Why not?"
"I don't think Mom and Dad would appreciate what we just did."
"Why not, it's the same thing that he does to her."
"It is?"
"Well, kinda."
"How did you find out?"
"One night, I heard Mommy and Daddy making lots of noise in their bedroom so I snuck up to the door and I looked in. Mom was lying on the bed with Daddy on top of her. He had his thing inside her. I could see it come out every now and then. He would pull it out and then he would slam it back in.
"They were going faster and faster and I watched them. They had on one light, on top of the bed stand, where they keep the alarm.
They were doing this thing. Mommy looked all happy. At first I thought Daddy was hurting her, but then when I saw her smile, I knew that she was liking it. Father did the same kind of thing. He smiled the whole time he was doing it to Mom."
# "Anything else happen?"
"Not that I could see. I just heard a lot of groaning. I did notice that Daddy had a hairier thing than you do. His is bigger too and Mommy has large tits, not little ones like mine and down there is a bunch of hair."
"Well, Gail, I still don't want you to tell anybody."
"Aw, gee whiz."
"Now promise me."
"Okay."
"Cross your heart and hope to die, stick a needle in your eye."
"Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye."
"Good. Now let's go back to the house."
"No--I want to play here some more."
"Okay, but I want to go back to the house.
There's a serial I don't want to miss today and it's on at three o'clock."
"Go and watch the crummy thing."
"Thank you, I will." I went back into the house and watched the TV.
The next few weeks, I was very uptight. I remember this happened, because I was so afraid that Gail was going to spill the beans, but she never did.
Well, for two years we would play all sorts of games out there in the playhouse.
Shortly after her eleventh birthday, I went out to the playhouse, and she was there with a friend. I went over to her and whispered in her ear, "Gail, why don't you get rid of your friend so we can play some more. We could have some real fun." She looked at me in disgust, as if I was some creature from the depths of depravity.
"Billy, I don't want to play that way anymore, don't you know that it's dirty?"
"But, Gail-"
"No."
"Aw, please."
"No."
"Is there anything that would change your mind?"
"No."
"Would you do it for money?"
"No. I told you Billy, I don't want to play with you anymore, not that way. It's dirty." I went back to my room. I sat on the top bunk. I was so frustrated. I had been turned down by my sister. I felt like a degenerate. I had never felt that way before, but she made me feel dirty. I really didn't like the feeling.
I sat there thinking about all the things that I could do without her. There was the possibility of jacking off. I didn't do that very much, because I had so much activity with my sister.
It was the first time that I had pulled off in years. I took the cock in my hand and began beating it. The thing stood up in my hands and I whacked away. I know the reason for Gail's lack of interest in sexual encounters. She was becoming a woman and she thought that having sex with her older brother was immoral, she thought that you had to love someone, before you fucked them.
I realized there were more ways to skin a cat. I was getting old enough at school that I could get dates. I thought I would try that. If it didn't work there was always my other sisters.
I worked at the neighborhood pharmacy delivering things and sometimes it would be no more than a message and a bottle of pills. I was making enough money there that I could afford a second-hand car. That's what I did.
It cost me fifty bucks. It wasn't the best looking car on the block, but I had a feeling that I could make it run. I played with the engine. I got everything in running order.
I was very cautious about getting a good car. It looked shitty but it ran. And most of the kids I knew didn't have a car. Having a car was a bit thing when I was a kid. Everyone was impressed. I had a car, not the best, but good enough.
There was this really hot chick at school. Her name was Carol and everybody knew that she would go down and put out. She was a real slut, but she didn't look like the other sluts in school. There was a bunch of girls who hung out with the greasers.
Then there was the bunch of girls who hung out with the jocks, and then there was Carol who just hung out. The other sluts looked like Forty-Second Street. They had lots of corny eye make-up and ridiculous teased hair. She didn't look like that. She had style.
I knew that the way to her cunt was with a car. As soon as I got the car, I asked her for a date. Sure enough, she was impressed and she went out with me. My parents were pretty decent people and they let me stay out as late as I wanted to.
Her parents didn't care about her at all. Hell, I bet she could have screwed the entire football team in the living room and they wouldn't have cared. I wanted to get some of her.
I took her out on a Saturday night. We went to a drive-in movie. It was a western that I had wanted to see. About fifteen minutes into the flick, she slid over to me. She was really close, she rubbed her thigh on mine. I gulped as she did. She purred as she rubbed her thigh against mine. I gulped some more.
"What's the matter, can't you breathe?"
"Sure, it's just that the movie is exciting me."
"Oh wow, you must really have a problem."
"Heh-heh." I was literally speechless. I had been thinking about fucking her but now that she was rubbing her leg against me, I was a little scared.
My body was throbbing. My cock was really erect. I was scared that she would notice it. She put her hand on my thigh and she leaned over so that I couldn't see the screen. Her mouth was almost touching mine. I leaned out and kissed her. Fire surged through my body.
She slid her tongue into my mouth. I pulled on the tongue with my lips. She massaged my thigh. My cock was jumping in my pants. I wanted to take it out and show it to her. She rubbed her hand back and forth on me. I extended my hand and touched her thigh. "That's a good boy. You want to play with me?"
"Yes." I gulped several times in a row. "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you."
"I know." I gulped again.
"Move your hand back and forth some more." I did as she told me to. I was very aroused and my head was throbbing. My heart was beating very fast. I thought that I was going to die of a cardiac.
We kissed some more. My hand went to her chest. She had a great chest. She had fantastic boobs. They were really huge and firm. I moved my hand over them. She started panting and gasping.
The windows in the car started to fog up. I knew then that we were both pretty hot. My cock was dancing in my pants. She ran her hand over my leg and into my crotch. She touched the bulge in my pants.
She was really a hot little dish. She wanted me to fuck her. I had heard stories at school about Carol. There was one story about her in which she gang-fucked five boys. She took three of them at one time in on her body. There was a guy fucking her in the ass, the cunt, the mouth and the other two guys she beat off.
I kept thinking about her pussy. I had never seen a hairy twat and I was hoping that she was really hairy down there. Carol had red hair. She had a really fine looking body. She never used much make-up and she really looked pretty innocent. She was the kind of girl that you wouldn't be ashamed to show to your mother. She may have been a slut, but she didn't look like one.
I moved my hands over her tits. I wanted to feel her flesh, so I slipped on of my hands under her blouse. I prowled around and found her bra. I wanted to touch her flesh still, so I slid my hand under her bra, and she gasped as I touched her tit.
She arched her body as I stroked her tit. She was panting and tensing her body. I liked the feel of the smooth breast. I found her nipple and I tweaked it with my fingers. She was very aroused and she purred as I rubbed the breast. Soon I moved the hand over to her other breast. I rubbed it. She liked that too, and she told me so.
She was rubbing her hand on my crotch. She was really going to let me have it. I was sure of it She was going to put out. I wanted to feel her cunt against my cock. I was so excited, nothing made any sense to me. I was panting and gasping.
She unzipped my pants and she slid her hand into my crotch. She didn't have her hand under my underwear, but it didn't take her long to find one of the legs and move the hand under it. She found my prick.
I nearly came as she pulled on it. I had only had my one sister touch me that way and I found it a bit strange to be touched there by a female that I really didn't know. The only class that we had together was the English class. She rubbed her hand up and down on my shaft.
I massaged her tits some more. I put my hand on her and I really rubbed fast. "Hey, Billy, be careful, don't rub my tits off." I slowed down a little. "Why don't we go to the back seat, Billy?"
"Okay." I knew that I wasn't going to see the movie, but I figured that the fuck I was going to get would be better than the old movie anyway. We went to the back seat. She pulled her blouse and her bra off.
I looked at her tits. They were bigger than I had thought. The nipples were a delicious pink and the tits were a very pale white. She had really big bazooms. I rubbed them some more and then I leaned over and I kissed them. My lips closed over them and I started to suck on her breasts. One of her nipples was in my mouth and I pulled on it with my lips. She gasped delightedly as I sucked on her. Carol was thrilled with what I was doing to her. She liked the feel of my lips on her boobs. Her boobs were wet from my touch. I was drooling all over her.
My heart was racing. She pulled on my stiff, long cock some more. I pulled my pants and underwear off. She reached down and squeezed my balls. I nearly came again. The semen was building up in my body. I wanted to fuck her. I thought that I would give her a great screw.
We were in the back seat of the car. She had her boobs exposed, but her skirt was still on and I was clad only from the waist up. My lanky frame was sitting on the edge of the seat. She fondled my balls and cock and I rubbed her titties.
I kissed her on the mouth and she unbuttoned my shirt. I was now totally nude. She started rubbing her hand all over my chest. The hairs on my chest tingled with excitement as she stroked me.
I slipped my hand under her skirt and found her panties. I rubbed her crotch. She thrusted her beaver out at me and I rubbed the crotch some more. I was very aroused by what I was doing. I could think of nothing but her cunt. I wanted to put my thing inside of her. I wanted to fuck her. I cupped my hand over her mound. I ground my hand into her box.
I couldn't control myself any longer and I ripped her panties off. She still had her skirt on, but I could feel her hairy twat. I was very happy that her nooky was so hairy. I wanted to see her redhaired beaver. I reached over the front seat and I got a flash light out of the compartment. I shone the light into her twat. She looked at me, and then said, "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Just looking."
"Fuck, are you ever weird." I looked at her red snatch. The muff was matted and creaming. Juice was on her twat lips. I felt exultant. I ran my hand up her legs and touched, the muff. She arched her body as I touched her. I ran my hand over her twat. She wiggled her ass as I did.
I rubbed my hand onto her. She giggled as I rubbed her swollen lips. My pecker was really pounding. She paused for a moment and then took her skirt off. "Hey, Billy, you want to make me feel good?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, then put her head between my legs and snarf out my cunny." I did just as she said. I leaned down and put my head between her legs. I started licking on her twat. She thrust her beaver up. I started sucking on her. I liked the taste of her twat. I was very aroused by the was that she tasted and I thought that she was really something. I worked my lips on her lips. I chewed on the swollen folds of flesh. She thrust her � cunt I out and ground it into my face.
I was panting wildly as I ate her out. I sucked on her wet lips. I ground my mouth against her twat. My tongue flicked against her. She humped my face. I licked her fiercely. I was very aroused by the taste and odor of her cunt--I worked my tongue into her some more. I bit on her lips and she screamed.
I rode her cunt like that for several minutes and then she exploded into my face. I was covered with her juice. Hairs stuck to my face. I was aroused and my cock was trembling. I wanted to fuck her.
She rested for a moment and then she leaned forward and told me to relax and lean back. I did as she commanded. She put her mouth on my cock. I couldn't believe that she was doing that. She took my swollen member into her mouth. She nibbled on the swollen head. I thought that I was going to come. I was very aroused.
She took my cock out of her mouth and started flicking it with her tongue. She worked her tongue all over my shaft. She licked the head of my cock and then she licked the balls. She rubbed her lips over my veins. My cock veins were extended from the surface of my cock.
She nibbled on them. My dick worked in and out of her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on my shaft. I thought that she was going to literally eat it. That's what it looked like. She rubbed her lips on my shaft. She rubbed her lips on me some more.
She sucked on my cock for several minutes. She worked on it and then the thing burst forth into her mouth. She swallowed my come. She sucked on me and drained my peter of every drop of juice.
I was thrilled by what she was doing and I thought that it was all over, but it had barely begun. I straightened up and started watching the movie again.
"What's the matter, Billy? Aren't you happy?"
"Sure I am, Carol. I liked what you did."
"Good. You want to do it some more, don't you? I'm still very hot."
"Oh." I realized that Carol was really a nympho. I didn't feel like fucking any more. She had taken all my semen into her mouth and I didn't think there was any left. She kissed my knees and then she put her mouth on my cock again.
She worked her lips and teeth onto it, until it was aroused. I thought that I was going to come in her mouth again, but when it was very hard, she took it out of her mouth. She lay back in the car and she spread her legs.
"Now, Billy, you are going to fuck me."
"Yeah." I looked at her and my cock trembled. I was going to fuck her. I climbed on to her body and I inserted my cock into her body. I pounded on her cunt, and she tossed it up to me. She rode me like hell. I slipped my thing in and out of her twat. I pounded my cock into her body. She thrust her thing up and we fucked like hell.
I worked my cock into her and then I felt the stuff shooting out of my cock. I thought that I was going to perish. I could see hell closing in on me. I thought that I had died and passed into heaven. I heard angels murmuring as I shot my wad into her twat. She thrust her body up again and I let the rest of my cream shoot into her.
She came soon. That night in the drive-in, I very nearly fucked my ass off. I fucked her at least five times. She was still eager for more as I drove her home; she told me that she was going to have to masturbate. I had left her unsatisfied.
I dropped her off and then I went home. I felt really shitty. Oh, I had gotten my rocks off, but I hadn't made her happy. I hadn't had any contact with anyone else and I thought that all women were like that. No matter how many times they came, they would always be unsatisfied.
Little girls were different, they didn't care about coming, because they didn't know they could. I felt safer with small girls. Girls my age or older wanted too much. I didn't ever want to get mixed up with another girl like Carol as long as I lived. I thought that she was terrible.
The other thing that happened that turned me off to Carol and other girls, except for young ones, was that she gave me the crabs. I didn't know what they were at first. I didn't know how to get rid of them. The first thing that I did was to shave all my pubic hair off, but that didn't get rid of them.
I am really glad that they teach hygiene in the physical education department. I saw a film on puberty. It talked about prostitution and how awful the girls were that did such things. It also talked about diseases. One of the things that it talked about was crabs.
INTERVIEW TWO
Gloria was getting to look really pretty. I wanted to rub my cock on her body and I thought that she would probably let me do it. She was the one with the dark hair. She had great big blue eyes. She was ten with I was sixteen.
I didn't know exactly how I was going to fuck her, but I knew that I would think of something. I wanted to get her very aroused. I thought that I could do it by rubbing her tits.
She was beginning to develop. There wasn't a lot of tit growing, but something was happening. One day, I came home and there was no one else around. I went to my room and I started working on my model air plane. I was going to make the greatest air plane in the world. I had gotten the model at the hobby shop and every day I worked a little bit on it.
I had gotten most of it together. I had put the wings on and I was working on the tail. I was going to paint it so that it was real looking. It was a B-52 bomber. I had the decals and everything. I was very excited about the model.
I was working on it and suddenly, the smell of the glue started doing things to my head. I didn't know what was happening. I got to feeling very woozy. I couldn't focus my eyes. I had to lie down. I went over to my bed and lay down. From some reason, I started thinking about Gloria.
I thought about her legs. One had to admit, that for a ten-year-old girl, Gloria had great legs. Her face had really cute freckles. I thought about her legs some more. I thought about the tan that she had. She had a great tan on her body. She went swimming quite a lot during the summer. As it was in the summer, she had a great tan from all the swimming she had done.
I wondered what she was doing right now. I wanted to see her.' I had this impulsive desire to see her body. The glue was making my head dizzy. My head seemed to swirl around. I tried to stand up. I could hardly move. I got up, but then I fell down.
It didn't matter if I couldn't walk, I was going to crawl if necessary. I had to see her. I had this craving for Gloria. I couldn't explain it logically, but I had to see her. I had to fill her mouth with my come. That was all that I could think of. I couldn't think of anything but her mouth.
I wanted her mouth on my cock. I was very aroused. My cock was pounding. I tried to stand up again. Again, I crashed to the floor. My heart was pounding. I started to cry out. I wanted to see Gloria.
I crawled into the living room. I couldn't understand! what was wrong with me. I heard strange sounds. I started to laugh. My eyes filled with tears. I was laughing so hard that I was crying. I thought about Gloria. I thought that she would like to swim in my tears.
My thoughts were terribly disjointed. Snatches of words passed in my head. I saw all kinds of images. I saw women naked with snakes crawling out of their hairy twats.
I got sick. I crawled to the bath room and I vomited. I wanted to go away. I wanted to run out of the house, but I couldn't stand up. Suddenly, I got very scared, and I knew that I would never be able to walk. I knew that I was going to be paralyzed the rest of my life. I crawled into the living room I couldn't understand what was happening.
I kept trying to focus my eyes, but everything swirled around. My heart was pumping and throbbing. I kept trying to adjust my eyes. I crawled back to my room. I lay down on my bed.
I looked over at the airplane. It seemed like the plane was smiling at me. It seemed to grin and laugh. I thought that I could hear the laughing. I thought that I was going crazy. I had lost my mind. I tried to think, but nothing made any sense, then everything got to be very funny. I started laughing hysterically. I was laughing and laughing.
Nothing could keep me from laughing. I tried to stop. I thought awful thoughts, morbid thoughts, only they seemed very funny. I imagined that I killed my parents and my sisters, but still I kept laughing. I imagined that I had lost an arm, but that was hilarious, too.
I told myself I was crazy, still I laughed. My legs were still weak, and I couldn't walk. I tried to stand up, but I came tumbling down. I crawled to a door. I had no idea where I was. I thought I was in my room, but I could have been anywhere.
My head was swirling and heaving. Everything was out of focus, but I tried to re-focus it. It was futile. I fell to the floor. I looked down on the ground and there I heard a very gentle sound. It started out like a heart beat, but then it got louder and Louder and LOUDER and LOUDER.
Noise, nothing, but noise. My head screamed. I put my hands over my ears. Crawling, noise, pain, throbbing. Noise, crawling. I crawled away from the pain and noise. I tried to get away from the terrible sounds. My head throbbed and throbbed. Blue spots filled my eyes.
Everything was pulsing now. Everything in the room was alive and pulsing, throbbing. There was a heartbeat, the heartbeat was very loud. There was nothing in the room except the sound of the beating heart. I tried not to hear it, but I couldn't avoid the sound. My own heart started beating faster and faster.
I tried to keep from panicking I knew that all I had to do was relax. I tried to think of something soothing. I didn't want to find myself convulsing on the floor. I thought about soothing things, and the most soothing one that I could think of was my sister Gloria.
Gloria. Gloria. She was beautiful. She had such smooth skin. I wanted to feel her. I wanted to touch her face, her hands, her lips, her ass, her breasts, her cunt, but then I though about the fact that she was so young. She was only nine.
I was fifteen. I didn't want to hurt her, but my penis was throbbing now. The whole room was still throbbing, but my prick was the thing that focused the sound. I would look down at my crotch and see a giant bulge, throbbing and throbbing.
Boom. Boom. Boom. I could feel myself building and building. The sensations were still intense, but less scary now than they had been before. I didn't know what I was going to do. My head was racing. I didn't want to panic, and I wanted to keep my mind together.
The sensations were in many ways very pleasant. The sensations were very strong. The head of my cock was throbbing and beating. I wanted the throbbing to stop. I wanted Gloria. I wanted to put my cock in her and push it back. I put my hand down to my own peter. I thought about my sister some more.
I was feeling very strange. A surge of energy went through my body. My cock was pulsing and I wanted to fuck Gloria. My body was energized. I got up and I started looking for my sister. I walked all over the house. It took me several minutes before I realized that I had started walking again. My legs were no longer fucked up.
My legs felt strong now, and I thought that everything was okay. It seemed like everything was except for the fact that I kept thing about Gloria. I thought about her young and lithe body. Her dark hair always hung seductively around her shoulders.
Her little ass was so inviting. I didn't care that she hadn't entered puberty. I thought that it would be good to have my younger sister, who might want me, too. I knew that she probably wouldn't want me, but I thought that I would take the chance and try and get her into bed anyway.
I was making this all up, there was no sign of my sister. She was probably out swimming. , I called for her a few more times and then when she didn't come, I went to my room. I thought about my sister some more and then I desperately tried to mentally escape. I then dropped off to sleep.
For the next few days, I had no other desire than to sleep and in my dreams I would fuck my sister Gloria. I wanted to turn the dream into a reality, so that I could get her sweet little cunt near my big throbbing cock. I wanted to fuck her something fierce. I wanted to pounce on her and throw my meat into her body. I played with her tits and her ass in my dreams.
I wanted to fuck her very hard, but it was all a dream and there seemed no way of turning that dream into a reality. I know that I needed a plan. One afternoon, I agreed to take her swimming. I didn't want to go swimming, I wanted some nine-year-old nooky.
I watched her as we walked down the road, her cute little ass was swinging from side to side. I walked behind her and patted her on the behind. I would follow behind her at a regular pace with my hand on her ass. I would pat her ass as I walked behind her.
She seemed to like the way I touched her. She didn't move.
I touched her again, and she still didn't move away. I thought about her sweet skin. We walked into the pool area and then we went swimming. Her dark tan and her lightly muscled body were very attractive looking to me. I really wanted to fuck her.
I thought about her arms and legs. After she had gotten out of the swimming pool for a while, she decided to dry off, it was then that I went over and put some suntan lotion on her body. I rubbed the lotion in. I worked my hands over her. I touched the skin of her shoulders and thought about how tight and smooth it was. She pulled down her swim suit and I saw her chest. There were no breasts at all, but somehow I was very aroused by the streamline quality of her body. She was so silky and smooth. I rubbed her until my cock was sore. My cock was standing up and flexing. I could feel my cock moving up and down and I want to fuck.
I tried not to think about my cock, because I knew the more that I thought about it, the harder it would get, I stroked my hand over her body.
"You're very kind, brother."
"Not really."
"Billy, you are a very good brother. I bet most brothers wouldn't take their sisters swimming. You could be out with an older girl."
"But, I don't want to be with older girls. I just want to be with you."
"I really like having you near me, Billy."
"Don't think about it. I really like being with you."
We swam some more that afternoon. Gloria was a fine swimmer for someone as young as she was. It was like watching an otter. She would maneuver the water around her.
She was a great swimmer and I liked watching her and feeling very proud of the form that she showed. After we swam we started home. I wanted to try and fuck her then.
There was a deserted house not so far from the swimming pool and I thought that it would be the place to take my sister.
"Come on, Gloria. Don't you want to go to the old Hunter place?"
"I don't know. I hear it's haunted."
"Aw, you don't believe in ghosts?"
"Well, you never can tell."
"Are you afraid?"
"No, of course not. I just don't want to fight ghosts."
"We won't fight them."
"Why not?"
"There won't be any reason, 'cause the ghosts don't exist."
"I think that they do!"
"What do you know? You're just a girl."
"You're just a boy, nyaaaah."
"Chicken!"
"No, I'm not"
"Let's go, then."
"Well-"
"Chicken!"
"No-I'll go."
"Good. There really isn't anything to be scared of."
"I hope not. It would be awful if something happened to us. What would mother do with my poster of my favorite rock group, Simon and the All Night Pickle Pruners."
"You like them?"
"Yeah, they got a great beat."
"They don't have no hep."
"What?"
"They aren't hep."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. Maybe they didn't register."
"I think they have hep."
"You don't even know what hep means."
"I do so."
"You do not."
"Yes, I do."
"No, you don't."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes." Needless to say we argued for several minutes. At one point in the discussion she hit me with her beach bag. I thought about kicking her, but thought that I would wait until I had had my fun with her.
I hoped that she wouldn't tell Mother and that she would like it enough to want to go and have some more after that. We went to the old Hunter place. It was pretty dark inside. We had to be very careful. There were plenty of broken bottles on the floor. There were four or five mattresses on the floor, too. There was a pile of wine bottles and in one poor little corner there was a heap of blankets. I went over to them and I looked at them. I thought that I would live there some day, if I ever ran away from home. I didn't want to get caught fleeing home, but it was one of my favorite dreams.
I often thought about running away from school with nothing but a jelly and peanut butter sandwich and some peanuts.
I looked around and then I sat down on the mattress. Gloria came over and joined me. She sat down beside me and she looked up at me and smiled.
I thought for a moment that she knew what I wanted to do. I thought that she wanted to fuck me. My cock jumped in my pants and I wanted to screw her. I couldn't control my cock jumping up and down. I wanted to take it out of my pants.
I touched Gloria on the shoulder. She seemed to like it and she snuggled up closer to me. I rubbed the skin on her shoulders and I started getting more aroused. I wondered if she would do anything for me. I wanted her to blow me, but I doubted if she would do it.
"Gloria, would you like to see what my private parts look like?"
"Yeah."
'Well, if you will show me what you look like with all your clothes off, I will show you what I look like with all my clothes off. Is that a deal?"
"I guess so." She stood up and pulled her wet swim suit off. I watched her as she undressed. She had a chest that was as flat as mine, maybe even flatter. She had that great tan all over her body. She had beautiful little nipples.
Her nipples were a delicate pink. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to put my hands out and squeeze the soft skin. There was something that kept me from feeling my sister up. I wanted to but I decided that I would wait. She pulled her bottoms off and I looked at her cunt.
She had no pubic hair. She had a fat looking poona. The lips were nice and thick. I wondered how tight her hole was and I knew that it was very tight. I really didn't want to fuck her that much. I just wanted to get my rocks off. My cock jerked at I looked at her.
Her body was very nice and streamlined. She had a very sooth looking body. Her skin was a dark tan and her flesh glistened in the light that streaked in from a high window.
I got up and I pulled off my shirt and then I pulled off my swimming trunks. Gloria looked at my cock and she gasped.
"Billy, it's so big and long."
"Touch if you want."
"Yes." She ran her hand over it. She touched the skin and I murmured as she stroked me. I found the movements of her hand to be very erotic.
"I like the way you feel, Billy."
"I'm glad you do. Can I feel you?"
"Sure." My cock was throbbing and pulsing. I found this much more exciting that when I had fucked Carol. There was something that little girl flesh did for me that big girls would never do.
I really don't understand why little girls turn me on more than big girls do, but all I know is that they do. I really like young girls and I would do anything to get one. Women scare me. I think that I even hate them. They have done such terrible things to my head. I don't like them at all. I don't think they're very nice.
Anyway, I was with Gloria and we were both feeling each other's body. I worked my hands over her tits and her cunny. Her body was so smooth and soft. I loved the feel of her. My cock was jumping up and down and she was feeling that.
She ran her fingers up and down the shaft. She pulled on the head of my cock and then she ran her fingers down to the base of the cock. She squeezed on the cock and she worked her fingers on to it.
I was heaving and panting and I was very aroused by what I was doing. I liked the feel of her body. I thought that she was very good. She worked her hands on to me some more. She played with my cock. She pulled on the head and I was busy working my hands over her young poona.
I felt the juice dripping from her cunt. It was very much, just a little, but I was happy to feel it and so I started feeling her up some more. I wanted to give her a great time. I loved the way that she moved. I thought that I would feel her explode underneath me.
Gloria pulled on my cock a few more times. I knew that there had to be more than this. I worked my hand up and down on her cunt, and then I had a great idea.
"Gloria, do you like the way that you are feeling?"
"Yes, I do."
"Would you like to blow my cock?"
"What?"
"Would you mind putting your mouth to my tool and sucking on it?"
"I don't know; will I get pregnant?"
"No, I promise you that you won't."
"Okay, then I'll see for myself." She went down on her knees and she started working the head of my cock in and out of her mouth. I loved the way that she was making me feel. She pulled on the head of my cock. She licked on it and she ran her tongue down to my balls. She licked my balls. She squeezed them with her mouth. I thought that I was going to die. There was so much pleasure.
She licked my cock some more. I wanted to do something for Gloria, but I didn't know what to do. I thought that I would probably eat her cunt out. I had an idea that was the kind of thing that she would like. I let her eat my cock some more. I was lying on the mattress and Gloria's dark-haired head worked on my shaft some more. She bobbed up and down on my cock. I could feel the stuff rising in my body. I could feel a throbbing sensation. I thought that I was going to explode.
I watched as my cock went in and out of her mouth. She sucked on the very head of my peter. She licked the lips of my pisshole with her tongue. She moved the tongue back and forth over the cock. I could feel my shaft quivering. I wanted to explode.
I thought that she was really something. I liked the feel of her lips around me. I could feel my cock quivering and fucking her wonderful mouth. I liked the feel of her mouth on me. I thought that she was really something special.
I really loved my sister. She worked her f head up and down on my cock. I could feel -the come coming. I could feel it burning in my tubes. It was rushing forward. The stuff was building up and then it flew out and splashed into the hot waiting mouth of my sister.
She drank down the come. She grinned and licked her tongue around her lips. I could feel my cock still throbbing. I wanted to do some more to her. Now, I had Gloria lie down. I put my lips on to her twat. I started sucking on her body. I rubbed my lips into her nooky.
Gloria arched her young and lithe body up to me and I bared down on her. I worked my lips into her as fast as I could. She screamed as I worked faster and faster. I licked her young red slit. She arched her body deliciously as I licked her twat. I thought that she was going to come.
She wiggled her young stream-lined body. She had no hair on her pussy. I liked the taste of her naked quim. The flesh was so very smooth. I rubbed my lips on her twat. I rubbed them in. I thought that she really liked it. I rubbed my lips over her muff.
Gloria arched her body as I worked over her. I had her quim lips spread. I worked my mouth into the spread cunt. She heaved her body up. I crammed my mouth down on her. I licked her twat out. I sucked on her beaver. I thought that she would come soon.
I started nibbling on each of her cunt folds. I nibbled and sucked on them. She was screaming and humping wildly and then she orgasmed.
We played around like that for several hours and then we went home. We promised each other that we would get together some more. Gloria promised me that she wouldn't tell Mother.
Around the same summer there were two strange things that happened to me. The one thing that really turned me on was that I started baby sitting for a very good-looking woman.
She had a ten-year-old girl. I took the job, because I needed the money. The woman lived just down the street and I could easily get to her house and if there was any kind of emergency my mother was nearly always home. I was a little embarrassed at taking a sitter's job, but then on the other hand, it was money.
Mrs. Cook was a divorcee, I guess she was about twenty-six or so. There was no denying that she was a great-looking woman. She had fantastic boobs. Her figure was very shapely. She had a nice small waist and a nice flared pair of hips. She had blonde hair.
I was attracted to her, but only in a fantasy way. I knew that I would never have real sex with her. I wanted to, but it was impossible. Her young girl, Debbie, she could have sex with me though. I would get her to handle my cock and then I would jerk off, that was my plan anyway.
The first night that I ever sat I was alone watching television. Mrs. Cook was out on a date and the kid was in the bed, but I knew that she was sleeping. I had an urge to have her play with my cock. I thought about it for a moment and then I called myself sick.
You have a real big problem, I told myself. No, I don't. Everybody goes through this, I answered. My cock was trembling. I couldn't wait any longer. I went into Debbie's room. I walked in and I pulled my pants off. She smiled as she saw it. I didn't know if she knew what it was, but all she could do was bubble and smile. She reached out and touched it. The touch of her small fingers on my cock sent me through paradise. My cock was pounding and pounding. She pulled on it a few times and then once she yanked on it, I nearly screamed, but then I decided the best thing was to get out of there and put my cock away.
I went into Mrs. Cook's bedroom. My cock was still aroused from the touch of the young girl's hand. I wanted to jack off. I groped around in Mrs. Cook's drawer and I found some panties. I locked the door to her bedroom and then I stripped completely. I thought about Debbie.
I wrapped the panties around my cock and I started to pull off. The panties were very soft and sexy and I liked the feel of it against my cock. I started arching my body. My toes started to curl. I liked the feel of my cock.
The sensation of the material on my cock was really something. I thought about the girl's delicate skin. I moved the thing faster and faster up and down my cock. I was panting and heaving as I did.
I thought that I was going to come soon. My body was nice and warm. I liked the feel of the prick against the panties. I thought that Debbie was a nice little girl, but I knew that she would never be able to understand that I would want her to blow my cock. I thought that she would probably bite it.
I rubbed the thing into the panties. My breath was coming out in short gasping breaths. I worked my hand up and down faster and faster and then I started feeling ecstatic. My blood was filling up my cock. My prick was pounding faster and faster. I jerked off faster and faster. I could feel myself giving up to the warm sensations.
My toes were curling and my butt was on fire. There was a tingling sensation in the head of my prick. Sexual fire seemed to engulf me and then I exploded. The hot come spilled onto my belly. I was wet with the warm sticky shit.
I noticed that I had gotten gism on the panties. I was filled with panic, what would Mrs. Cook do if she found the dried come on her panties, surely she would know that I had jacked-off with them. I thought about washing them, but then would they dry before she got home?
I got off the bed and ran to the bathroom. I wiped the jazz off of my stomach with a piece of the paper, but got some of the paper stuck to my cock. I stood on the bathtub with the head of my cock underneath one of the faucets and turned it on. I rinsed the prick crown.
I still didn't know what to do with the pink panties. I finally decided on taking them home with me. I stuffed them into my pants pocket. That night when she came home, I was very uptight, but said nothing.
I took the panties home and burned them. I felt as if I had committed a great crime and destroyed the incriminating evidence. I was satisfied for the time being.
A week later I had to baby sit again. I went over to the house. She didn't leave as soon as I got there, which was what she usually did. I thought that she was acting strange. She sat there waiting for her boyfriend to come, or so she said. An hour went by and she still hadn't left. She didn't seem distraught at all.
My pulse started jumping. I wanted to talk to her. "Mrs. Cook, do you plan to pay me for the time that you are here?"
"Certainly, Billy. Bill I want to talk to you about something."
"Er, yes?"
"You wouldn't happen to know what happened to a pair of my panties would you?"
"Panties?" I blinked. She had discovered them missing. What was I going to tell her? My heart was racing. Was she going to tell my parents?"
"Yes, panties. They were pink. Do you know what happened to them?"
"No."
"Don't lie to me."
"I'm not."
"Billy." I was in a state of panic. I decided to tell the truth.
"I threw them away. I was messing around in your drawer and I was drinking some chocolate milk and I spilt the milk on your panties. Well, I panicked, because I knew I wasn't supposed to be messing around in that drawer. Luckily, I didn't get any of the other things messed up. I thought about washing them, but I knew that you would be curious about it. So. I washed them."
"Very convincing, Billy. You should make an excellent politician or an actor, but I don't believe it."
"Why not?"
"You were too detailed. I don't have any chocolate mix or syrup and I am not in the habit of buying chocolate milk at the store."
"It wasn't chocolate milk it was white milk."
"No, Billy, you can't change your story like that. You see there were two other things that you did. One was that the bed was messed up. You, like most other boys your age, don't know how to fix a bed up and the other thing that happened was that Debbie talked about your pee-pee. Pee-pee is her word for penis.
"She's not very verbal, but she does know your name and she would say your name and then pee-pee. Bill you were masturbating with her, weren't you?"
"No, I swear it. I never masturbated with her. I used the panties, I found and I came on them. I'm sorry."
"I should tell your parents, but what would they think?"
"Oh, please don't tell them. I'll do anything if you won't tell them."
"You will, huh?"
"Yes, oh, please, don't tell them."
"I won't but I will punish you myself. Let's go to my bedroom."
I dutifully followed her up the stairs to her bedroom. She looked at me and smiled. I was really humiliated and also sort of scared. I wondered what she was going to do to me. I could recall what the druggist had done to me at one point and I didn't want to suffer the same kind of torture. I thought about the way my penis had burned as he spread the lotion on to my cock. I was very upset and I didn't want to forego the same kind of thing.
Mrs. Cook said, "Strip, Billy." I blushed, but did as she said. She handled my cock. My penis erected. She pulled on it with her hand and laughed. "You seem to like my panties so much, that I am going to ask you to model some for me. Get a pair of panties from the drawer. Put them on." I put on the panties. I was so humiliated.
Mrs. Cook produced a camera from somewhere and took several pictures of me wearing the panties. My thing was erect and visible through the sheer material. The flashbulbs went off in the room and my eyes were stunned. I knew that she planned to blackmail me, if I said anything about the incident with her. She informed me that that was exactly her intentions.
, Quickly she pulled her own clothes off. I saw a fine pair of tits and a lovely bunch of blonde pubic hairs. The sight of her snatch set me on fire. I wanted to fuck her. My cock was bobbing up and down. I thought that I was going to have to fuck her, but the prospect didn't turn me off.
My young pecker was very eager to begin the festivities. I wanted to enjoy myself with her. She had me lay down on the bed with my butt sticking up. She was obviously excited by the exposure of my lean boyish rump. She brought her hand quickly down on my flesh. I cried out.
She started spanking my right cheek. Slap! Slap! Slap! She brought her hand down on my right cheek several times in rapid succession. The pain throbbed in my butt. It hurt like hell.
The pain was not increasing the pleasure in my body, but rather hindering any true enjoyment. She turned her attention and her hand to my other cheek. She started doing the same thing. She brought her hand down on it quickly too. The pain flashed through my body. I was writhing as she slapped me some more. I wanted to have my ass free from the suffering.
She stopped and the next thing that I knew was that the luscious blonde was kissing my ass cheeks.
My cock got strong and stiff again. The kissing was wonderful. Her wet lips brushed against my hot ass. I wanted to fuck her. She kissed my ass several more times and then she stopped. The next thing that I knew was that she was working her cunt on to my rump. I could feel the pubic hairs brushing against my stinging flesh. Her cunt was very wet and greasy. She humped my ass with her pussy. She gasped as she frigged in her peculiar way.
She worked her twat up and down on my ass and then she started groaning. She rocked back and forth and then she started coming. "Ah, yes, boy flesh. So very good, Billy, Billy, thrust your ass hump." I did as she asked. My cock rubbed against the bed spread. The cloth stimulated the head of my dong.
I was very aroused. I humped her cunny with my backside. She gripped my thighs and rubbed herself furiously against my body. My ass was thoroughly greased by her wet pussy. I wanted to feel my cock come. I wanted to know that same pleasure that she was now having with my ass.
"Holy smokes, great Caesar's ghost, goodness gracious. I'm coming. Coming." She gripped my thighs tighter and pumped my ass viciously. Then she expired on to the bed. I looked at her limp form and my cock pulsed with desire. I truly wanted to have her. I wanted to pound my cock into her wet and aroused poona.
"Now my dear, Billy, we are going to begin your lessons in erotic embraces and we will start with tit-kissing. Come here and kiss my hot breasts." I did as she said. My lips touched her breasts. I rubbed my hot mouth against her swelled tits. I pulled the perky nipples into my mouth. My cock throbbed with each suck and kiss of her breast. I licked the round globes of flesh. Heat coursed through my body. I could think of nothing else save her quivering quim and her full breasts.
I licked each of the breasts. I pulled the flesh into my mouth. I was trying to gobble the tips up. I pulled on her nipples with my lips and then I began to nibble on them. She arched her body and purred as I ate her breasts some more. The flesh was very warm and succulent.
My young dick was very aroused. The pre-come juice had formed on the head of my prick. She ran her hands down to my crotch and found my member. She pulled on the member with her hands. She worked the cock back and forth in her hands. I was writhing and contorting my body as she pulled on it.
Her long finger nails grazed against the veins of my peter. I liked the way that she touched me. I thought that she was really something. I liked the way that she pulled on the cock. My body was trembling as she pulled on my cock. My head was filled with delight.
I wanted to experience her twat. I wanted to dip my cock into that delightful spice box. She pushed my head away from her tits and then she brought her mouth down to my cock. She licked the head of my prick and removed the juice that had formed there.
I gasped and panted as she worked me over. I liked the feel of her mouth on me. I thought that she was really a fine woman, even if she had spanked me. I liked the way that she kissed and mouthed my member. She rubbed her lips over it and she laughed as I arched my young agile body.
I was trembling with excitement. The next thing that she did was to spread her legs and command me to fuck her. I needed no prodding and I mounted her body. The touch of her warm moist flesh against my hot pecker was most erotic. I thought that I was going to come. I slid my member into the woman's cunt.
She gasped as I worked my member in. I liked the feel of her body and I thought that she was really something. I was very stimulated by her movements and she would rub her giant boobies against my flesh.
My chest seemed to be on fire. I worked my cock into her as quickly as I could. I tried to keep from coming to soon. A friend of mine once told me that the easiest way of controlling myself was to distract my mind. I was not to think about how good Mrs. Cook felt, but rather to turn my attention to other things.
I began by reciting the German alphabet to myself. I thought of each letter and formed it in my mind. Although the German alphabet consists of the same letters as the English alphabet the letter are pronounced differently. I thought about A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H and etc. I didn't want to come too soon.
I tried not to think about the murmurings and the gasps that emitted from Mrs. Cook's mouth. She heaved her wonderful body up and I fucked her feverishly. My cock worked in and out of her young supple body.
No matter how much I concentrated I couldn't distract myself totally. My cock was moving in and out of the luscious flesh and I liked the feeling. She contracted her cunt muscles and gripped my cock. I worked my thing in and out of her body. I was panting as I fucked her faster and faster.
I was trembling terribly. I could think of nothing, but her young body. I wanted to please her. I liked the way that she felt and I thought that she was really something. I worked my cock into her some more.
No longer could I think about the alphabet and I caught myself repeating the letter K. K, K, K, K, K, K. I wanted to come. And then with a burst of light, that blinded me I felt my come shooting into her fleshy cavern. I could feel the stuff coming out of my cock.
I trembled and screamed as I shot into her. She met my orgasm with one of her own. She shook and gasped at the same time. Our bodies melted together. I liked the way that she felt and I thought that she was really something. There was no way that I could not have enjoyed our sexual congress.
Finally it was over. She jumped up out of bed and started to beat my ass. She covered my butt with several severe swats. She beat on me until I thought that I was going to die with the pain.
Our relationship continued all that summer. She would beat on my ass as soon as we had finished having sex. I didn't want to fuck her any more, but she forced me into it. She would threaten to show my parents the photographs if I did not fuck her. She seemed to be quite serious and I realized that for all practical purposes I was caught. Thank heavens that the summer ended.
INTERVIEW THREE
Billy was quite distraught by his confessions. He told me that he was very ashamed of the way that he had behaved with the woman and that as soon as he stopped working for her, he temporarily gave up sex.
Here in his confession we have all we need to see his reason for becoming a pedophiliac. His sisters and the girl, Debbie were fascinated by his penis, whereas both experiences with the adult woman and the girl the same age were very distressing for him. All these negative sides of adult intercourse forced him to reject any inclination in this direction. The only safe thing was masturbation and young girls.
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"Billy, tell me, did you ever have any encounters with older women again?"
"Are you kidding? They would kill me, or punish me, or laugh at me.
"I was just being used. Mrs. Cook was just getting her rocks off. As for Carol, she was using me for favors to go to the movie and buy her meals, that kind of thing. It wasn't me she dated it was my wallet and my car. Hell, she would have been happy fucking my car. She could have put the exhaust pipe in her that session.
cunt and frigged it all day. What a slut she was."
"Did you continue to have young girls?"
"Yes, but as I grew older, the girls that I had sex with became older."
"What age of girls appeal to you now?"
"Around fourteen and fifteen."
"That's the same age that Carol was."
"Yes, but it's different. I often wonder if Carol got turned on to sex b y someone much older than she."
"What do you think about yourself?"
"Because of the young girls? Well, sometimes I feel very guilty, but that doesn't seem to stop me. In fact one time, when I was very horny I went out and fucked this girl. It was rape, but after I got rid of her, I felt guilty, but not satisfied, that night I raped four girls. I just couldn't get enough. Each one of the girls would make me hungry for another one."
"What kind of girls do you look for?"
"The prettiest ones. I don't like ugly girls."
"Do you care about height, weight, things like that?"
"Sure I do. I like skinny blondes the best, but with big boobs."
"Why don't you tell me about some more of your experiences?"
"Sure." The following is a transcript from My usual technique is to go to somewhere where young girls hang out. Sometimes I go to a restaurant or something like that. I go to this one movie house to pick up girls to. Sometimes the girls actually let me pick them up, I'm positive they know what I want.
Let me tell you about this one girl I picked up one time. Her name was Melody. She was about fifteen, she might have been sixteen, but I don't think so. She was really pretty. She was probably the prettiest girl I ever fucked. She was also very willing. She loved the size of my prick. She kept telling me how great it was, but I'll tell you about that in a minute.
I went to the movie on Saturday afternoon. I didn't have anything to do and I thought that I might get some poona. I really was horny and I knew that some teeny boppers are really wild. I don't get wild ones all the time, but sometimes I am lucky, like I was with Melody.
She was standing at the concession stand and she couldn't find enough money to pay for her popcorn, so I told her that I would take care of it for her. She smiled real nice when I picked up the tab for her. I asked her if she would like to sit beside me and she said that she would. You could tell that she was real excited about "dating an older man." I knew that I had it made.
"Billy, can we sit over there?"
"Sure, but why?"
"So that Fern and Maria can see whom I'm with. You know, they'll just die." She wanted to impress her friends so I let her. It was kind of a kick. I knew that they would like it when they saw her with me, and perhaps it would be a lead to getting it from them, too.
The lights went out and the movie came on. We watched the movie for awhile and then I noticed that Melody had put her hand on my leg. My cock started to pound. I knew that she wanted it and I wasn't going to stop myself from giving it to her. I was very aroused by what she was doing to my leg. She rubbed the hand back and forth on it.
Hell, this was going to be easier than I thought. She worked her hand on to my leg and then she stopped. My breath was pounding and she was breathing pretty hard, herself. I wanted to take her out of the theatre then and bang her box, but I didn't.
Well, the movie was over soon enough and I asked her if she wanted to go for a ride in my car. She was very impressed that I had a car. I told her that I would be glad to have her company. Hell, she was more than willing, but as soon as we passed her friends she turned to them and said, "Billy and I are going for a drive in his car, do you want to come along?"
"Sure, Melody."
"Yeah, that would be a gas. A REAL car, gosh." Well, I was a bit pissed, but there wasn't anything that I could do. I just thought that Melody was a very smart girl. The four of us got in my car and started driving around.
I asked Melody where she wanted to go and she mentioned some address. The girls in the back seat were giggling. I couldn't figure out what was so funny.
We got out of the car and went up to the building. It turned out to belong to Melody's brother who was gone for the spring and wouldn't be back until summer or maybe fall. She said that the four of us could have lots of fun up there. Shit, at the time, I had no idea what the little cunts had in mind. Kids sure do grow up fast nowadays.
Well, we got up to the apartment and the next thing that I knew was that Melody had her hand on my crotch. I couldn't believe it. My cock was trembling. What the hell was she going to do, fuck me in front of her girlfriends?
Fern and Maria saw what she was doing and made some gestures that I couldn't understand. The two of them went into another room. Melody, who was a real beauty, fuck, did that kid ever have boobs? She was really something, and that blonde hair of hers really turned me on.
Melody started kissing me on the face. She brushed her lips against mine and then she shot her tongue into my mouth. I was really aroused. This was something new and exciting. Rarely does a girl start doing this kind of thing to me. I don't rape them very often, but never do they kiss me. I couldn't believe it.
She embraced me and rubbed her crotch against my dong. My cock was very stiff. I was breaking out in a cold sweat. My hands were clammy. I thought that I was going to come. She rubbed her cunt place up and down on my cock. My prick was bulging out of my pants. I knew that she could feel it.
She rubbed her hands on my chest. She worked her hands up and down on me. I thought that she was really something. I liked the way that she stroked my chest. My nipples were standing up and I wondered if she could feel them. She rubbed her hands on me some more.
I was panting this time and kissing her back. I slid my tongue into her mouth. I liked the taste of her young watering mouth. She pursed her lips together and sucked on my tongue. I was tingling all over. My body was very stiff. I thought that she was going to come.
I didn't know what was happening and I was wondering what her friends were doing. She undid her blouse and took it off. I gasped as she revealed these two big knockers. She looked at me and smiled seductively. I reached out and touched them. The skin was so very smooth and fresh.
That's what I like about girls the most. They have such nice supple flesh. I love the feel of it. Her skin was so silky. She purred as I rubbed my hand over her jugs. She had nice little blonde tit hairs. I felt them rubbed against the palm of my hands as I rubbed them over the tits.
I was very aroused. I bent down and I started kissing them. She gasped as I pressed my hot moist lips to her skin. I rubbed them up and down her tits. She heaved her breasts forward. I pressed my lips to her tits and moved them back and forth.
I figured that her cunt was creaming. I thought that she was really aroused. I rubbed my hands on her some more. I was stroking her back and feeling the firm flesh there. She was built just right. She wasn't too skinny, just nice and trim. I rubbed the flesh some more.
She was quivering as I shot my tongue out and licked her boobs. Her nipples were young and a little wrinkled. As I flicked my tongue over her, she heaved and sighed and her nipples erected. I pulled on them with my lips. I started sucking on her nips. She whined as I worked my lips on to her. I thought that she was really something.
I was very aroused and I wanted to fuck her. One of my hands went down to her rump. I patted the firm behind. I felt the dimples on her cheeks. She had on a very tight pair of slacks. I felt the folds of her flesh and the way she was muscled. I wanted to fuck her something bad. I could think of nothing but her cunt and my desires.
My prick was fully aroused and I wanted to give it to her. I turned my mind to the location of her friends. Were they watching us? I could think of nothing else. I wanted to know where they were. I would have my answer soon enough. I thought my prick some more and as I did it jumped in my pants.
I needed to have an orgasm. I wanted to come in that young twat. I brought my hand around to her crotch. I touched her cunny. She quivered as I massaged her crotch. I rubbed my hand back and forth. I thought that she wasn't wearing any underwear. She was wearing very tight slacks and the folds of her cunt were quite visible.
I ran my hand back and forth in the cleft between the folds of her cunt. She purred as I did. I could wait no longer and I impulsively pulled her slacks down. I was correct and she was not wearing underwear. I saw a gorgeous quim. Her young pussy was covered with downy blonde pubic hair. The hair was exquisitely soft.
I noticed also that her twat was very damp. I felt the need for the fuck. Before I removed my clothes, I looked at her body. I then pulled my shirt and pants off. My cock bobbed up and down. She embraced me and rubbed her cunt on my prick.
I was very aroused by what she was doing. I liked the way that she was getting me excited. I didn't insert my cock, I just massaged her twat with it. I felt the thing stiffen as I rubbed it on the cunny.
We quickly went to the floor. I had her underneath me. She spread her legs and pulled my cock into her cunt. I loved the way that she stroked me as she pulled it into position. I then slid myself into her very well-lubricated nookey. I started fucking her. I rocked myself back and forth with increasing speed.
My cock went in and out of her body. I liked the way that she felt. I thought that I was going to come soon. I pounded into her. I fucked her faster and faster. I liked the way that she was heaving up as I brought my cock down into her body. She wrapped her legs around me and started fucking me.
She heaved her body up. I gripped her ass and really pumped her. My cock was feeling fine. The cunt flesh was hot and wet. I loved the way it felt against my cock.
I was enraptured by the taste and smell and feel of Melody. She rubbed her big tits into my chest and fucked my cock faster and faster. I thought that I was going to come soon. I drove my shaft deep into her body. I felt the way her tunnel closed around my cock. I worked my thing into her and then I thought that we would erupt.
She slowed down. She undulated her smooth silky body. She rolled from side to side. As she did so my cock was stimulated more. I liked the way that she was fucking my prick. I worked my thing into her some more. I humped her faster and faster. She slowed me down again. She wanted a long pleasurable fuck.
After several minutes of taking it easy, we started fucking faster again. Melody ground her groin against mine. I felt the muff hairs brush against the base of my cock. I liked the way that I was feeling. I could feel the sperm building up in my body. I was getting hotter and hotter and then I came.
I blew my wad into her young and eager cunt. My whole being trembled with relief as I let my hot come shoot into her. I fucked Melody a few more times and she came too. She heaved her agile body against mine.
I liked the way that she humped me. Then we thrust at each other once more and expired on the floor and that is when her young friends came back. Both of the girls were totally naked. Fern had a dark black bush and Maria had a light brown one. The sight of the two new twats started exciting me.
The three girls told me that they were going to fuck me until I couldn't stand up. I didn't believe that they could, but they did. Well, anyway, Fern started sucking on my cock so that it would be hard again. Maria licked my asshole out and Melody rubbed her tits against my mouth and chest. The girls were very eager to appease me.
Well, I fucked them all. I also watched them as they ate each other out. It was a pretty good time, but I didn't want to repeat it. I had the feeling that I was really that new to them, that I hadn't taught them anything and in fact they had taught me something. I never saw them again, because I didn't want to be used.
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This marked the end of our third and last interview.
CONCLUSION
"I didn't want to be used." That pretty well describes Billy's interpretation of adult sexual relationships. He had been used by Carol and Mrs. Cook, and any relationship that approached that kind of sexuality turned him off. The encounter with the three girls, while novel, was not to be repeated because, the relationship was too adult for him. There were responsibilities asked of him. The girls wanted as much pleasure as he was getting. He only wanted to have an affair where he was the user and not the used. Mutual satisfaction was beyond him and threatening to Billy.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Subject: Agnes I. Age: Forty-Three
INTERVIEW ONE
Agnes I. is a widow and the mother of a thirteen-year-old son. She came to me because of some disturbing and reoccurring nightmares she had been having. The nightmares were causing her to experience insomnia, and she came to me to seek help with her problem.
Early in our first session she admitted to me, with much laboring, that she was involved with her thirteen-year-old son, Howie, in a sexual way. Mrs. I. was attractive and young-looking for her age. She dressed stylishly.
Now that you have some picture of the woman, here is a transcript of our first interview together.
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The nightmares have been the worst, doctor. I haven't been able to sleep. Every single night for the past two weeks I've woken up screaming from this dream. And it keeps coming back.
Well, you see, in the dream I'm having intercourse with a swan and then the swan's neck which I'm holding turns into a giant penis and the penis is attached to a little boy, like a cupid or an angel-child. The boy is--fucking me with his enormous distended tool and there are other children, all naked, all with enormous arm-length erections, standing around laughing and watching me. I wake up screaming, covered with cold sweat.
I've had sex with my own son, my little boy, doctor.
I'll start at the beginning. Just stop me if you don't understand anything I say. You see, doctor, I've been a widow for three years now. My husband died when Howie was ten and now the boy's thirteen years old. But he's very tall for his age and he's already reached puberty.
It all began about a month ago. I was cleaning up his room and I chanced to find some magazines hidden in one of his dresser drawers. They were magazines of naked women, completely naked I may add, and some of the pages were even stuck together. At first, I was angry, but then I realized that he was a growing boy and it was certainly better to find pictures of naked women than photos of naked men.
But, anyway, I didn't say a word about it. I was just amazed that he had obviously turned into a man overnight. My friends have children Howie's age, but they're still youngsters. I mean, they still don't know anything about sex. It was apparent that my son was already masturbating, but I didn't know if I should discuss this with him or just forget about it.
As it happened, I couldn't forget about it. The very next day he came home from football practice at the junior high and I told him to go upstairs and take a bath. He was so dirty and sweaty. He's a good boy and he listens to me and he went right up to his room and got undressed and turned on the faucet. You know, the tap in the bathtub.
When I heard him go into the bathroom, I went into his room and collected his dirty clothes before I remembered that the hamper was in the bathroom and he was in there taking a bath.
"Can I come in for a second?" I asked him, "Sure, Mom," he replied. So I opened the door to the bathroom, immediately enveloped in steam. I put the clothes in the hamper and turned to leave, when something made me stop in my tracks.
Well, Howie was already in the bathtub but the water wasn't too high and he wasn't wearing anything and I saw him naked. I just couldn't believe my eyes, doctor. He was a man already. I saw this big thick penis lying on his thigh, bobbing up and down in the water. He had a considerable growth of pubic hair and even some hair growing on his chest. I just couldn't take my eyes off him.
I hadn't had sex with anyone since my poor husband dropped dead of a heart attack, and something happened to me that day, doctor. I just lost all control of myself. I was so excited by the sight of this naked man in the bath that I just blotted out the fact that he was my very own son. I could feel my pussy tingling as I looked at him and my throat went dry.
"Can you give me a hand, Mom?" he asked. "My muscles are so sore from practice I can hardly move them." I nodded my head and walked over to the bathtub. The heat in the closed little room was making me dizzy, like being in a steam bath, and I just wanted to get out of my clothes.
I stepped out of my dress, telling him that I was very warm and I didn't want to get it wet. He just lay there, his head against the end of the tub, his eyes closed. I kneeled down by the edge of the bath, wearing just a slip and brassiere. I picked up the bar of soap and rubbed it into a wash cloth. Then I started rubbing the cloth over his body.
I started at his toes and worked upwards. First I rubbed his calves, then his knees and then his thighs. He has very thick and muscular thighs, doctor, just like his father. They were covered with a thick growth of dark brown hair, more hair than on any other part of his body. I understand it's like that with teenage boys.
Anyway, the cloth dropped out of my hand and instead of hunting around in the bath water for it, I just used my fingers. I began to stroke his thighs with my hands, forgetting about the soap. Howie didn't move, didn't bat an eyelash. He looked so beautiful lying there, so perfectly proportioned, like a young Adonis.
I was getting hot flashes just looking at him. I can't deny the fact that what happened was all my own doing. But I just couldn't control myself, doctor. I ran my hands over his legs and thighs and moved my fingers down to the inside of his legs. He groaned a little, but didn't say a word. My fingers chanced to graze against his bobbing cock and I kept them there, squeezing it gently. And still he didn't say anything to me.
Well, at this point, I just lost all sense of decency, inhibition or what-have-you. I bent down and opened my mouth, tickling the head of his cock with my tongue. He opened his eyes and smiled, stroking my hair. "That sure feels good, mom. Keep doing it. I just love the way it feels," he told me, smiling as his cock began to grow with jerks and twitches right in my mouth. Pretty soon, I couldn't even get it all in, it was so big. He had the most incredibly-sized erection I've ever seen. His cock rose up like an enormous stiff pole of flesh, engorged with blood.
Howie had already reached out and unfastened my bra and he was fondling my breasts as I bent over him. I was getting off just by his touches and I stopped down once again and sucked at his heavy young organ, cramming it into my mouth, almost choking as it hit the back of my throat.
Howie fingered my nipples as I worked on him and then, suddenly, my mouth tasted something thick and salty. He screamed and jerked upwards as he creamed in my mouth. I gobbled up his juice as fast as I could, but the boy just didn't stop coming. It seemed like hours before he stopped shooting and then he lay back once again as his cock went limp in my mouth.
Quickly, without saying a single word, I left the bathroom. That night I had the nightmare. But the very next day, things happened all over again. Howie had said nothing about what I had done to him but the following evening we were watching television together in the den.
We were both on the couch together watching a program and Howie was lying with his head in my lap, stretched out and engrossed in the show. I ran my fingers through his hair "and then began to unbutton his shirt, sticking my hand inside and feeling his chest muscles. I will have to admit that by this time I had only one thing on my mind.
I just wanted to have sex with the boy, doctor; I wanted to fuck my own son! I did! Well, Howie got up for a second and said that he wanted to get more comfortable. He disappeared upstairs, leaving me alone in the den. I found a housecoat hanging in the downstairs closet and I quickly took off all of my clothes and put on the lounging outfit.
A few minutes later Howie came down and we both laughed. He was barefoot, wearing a terry cloth robe. He got back on the couch and put his head down in my lap as the television show continued. No one said a word.
I pretended to watch as I deftly slipped my hands through the folds of the robe, tickling his nipples and rubbing my fingers across his chest.
He twisted into a new position and his robe slipped open. I caught a glimpse of his cock as he lay back again, not bothering to retie his robe. His motions had loosened my own gown and now his head was directly on top of my sex. Oh, what the hell. My cunt. He was pressed against it and before I could do anything he had turned over on his back and had buried his face in my muff.
I lay back, letting him do whatever he pleased. He pulled my legs apart and began to tongue my loins, probing the very depths of my womanly charms. With his fingers he pulled apart the thick lips of my vagina and stuck in his long tongue, finding my clitoris. His touch drove me wild and I wiggled about on the couch as I felt his lips bear down on my clitoris, sucking it into his mouth.
"Oh mom. It tastes so good. I love you. I love to feel you and eat you, mom," he cried with boyish lust and abandon, chewing and nibbling deliciously as I reached out and pushed his head down between my legs.
He began to finger-fuck me as well, sticking in three fingers all at once right up my cunt as his teeth nibbled on my clitoris and his tongue lapped the lips of my inflamed pussy. I was wild with desire and drew the robe up over his legs so that I could see his ass squirming on the couch. He had the most beautiful bottom I'd ever seen, perfectly formed, white, hairless. I reached out and ran my hands over each round ass-cheek, pulling them apart to see his bottom-hole.
"Can you put your finger down there?" he asked me. I didn't waste any time. I licked my middle finger until it was glistening with spit and then pressed down in the cleft between his buttocks, finding his asshole and pushing the tip of my finger inside. He lifted himself a few inches to meet me as I entered him and moved my finger in and out, asking how it felt and remembering that my husband used to get wonderfully excited whenever I did that to him and tickled his prostate.
Howie began to shiver with excitement, lifted his head and pulled me down on the couch, ripping off his robe and displaying his penis in a state of erection, hard and firm, a thick yard of shining white flesh.
I opened my legs wide and begged him to come and enter me. He didn't need to be encouraged because he positioned himself above me and pushed down, his cock slipping into my hairy slit. I screamed with pleasure, raking my hands across his back as his cock buried itself all the way in. Our pubic bushes meshed together, forming an impenetrable tangle as he began to shove his cock in and out of my hot tight pussy.
I had absolutely no control over the situation. I was just mad with lust, having been without a man for three years. I jutted my belly up and down to meet his plunging strokes as he hammered away at me, digging his shaft in to the very depths of my cunt so that I could feel the swollen massive head of his unruly member pushing against my cervix.
The pleasure was excruciatingly unbearable. I felt my body burning, tingling, my nerves aflame. I wrapped my legs around his heaving back and let him work at his own speed. I just never had been fucked like this in all my life. There was so much strength in his limbs, so much power in his body and such force in his continuous barrage of pounding cunt-whacking strokes.
My bush was soaked with my own juices and he snorted and raged as he got ready to come. "Together," he mumbled and we did just that. I could feel his juice squirting inside my hot dripping cunt, wad after thick creamy wad spattering up into my cunt. I felt my orgasm consuming me, slamming me down on the couch with its force and power as my legs shook and quivered with the energy of my exertions.
When it was over, he stayed inside of me, licking my breasts, telling me how much he loved me, what a good mother I was to make him feel so good, and the like. He seemed completely satisfied with the experience, not at all concerned that he had fucked his very own mother. I felt differently, but knew better than to say anything that might spoil my chances for future sexual contact with my son.
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This ended our first session together. Mrs. I. seemed exhausted after her soul-searching narrative; she was really quite deeply involved with the boy. I knew that, of course, her attachment to him wasn't only physical, but an outgrowth of her natural maternal instincts. I didn't think it was the right time to make such a statement to her, however.
INTERVIEW TWO
Upon Mrs. I's. return, she informed me that she was still experiencing the nightmares, but now they were accompanied by terrible headaches. I prescribed a mixture of aspirin and codeine for the migraine headaches, and then we both settled back for what turned out to be even more shocking disclosures.
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From that first time on, doctor, Howie wanted to fuck me all the time. We screwed twice more the very next day! His level of ardor was really beginning to frighten me.
From that day on, he never neglected me. Once he came home from school and caught me around the waist and did it right on the kitchen floor. He began to grow wild with his affections and even sought to penetrate my asshole with his long thick member.
I felt like a young girl again, having a man around who was always after my body. My husband had a strong sexual streak and a healthy libido, but nothing like my son. Howie wanted to experiment with every position in the book. He tried it up against a wall, in the bath, with my legs in the air.
And as far as I was concerned, I just couldn't get enough. But one afternoon he came home with a friend of his, another boy about his age--perhaps a little older--who was also on the football team at school. I had thought that Howie would at least have the good sense to keep our experiences a secret. I mean, it just isn't right for a youngster to go around telling his friends that he's doing lewd things with his mother.
But he's somewhat of a braggart, Doctor, I must confess. So, as I was saying, last week he came home from school with his friend, a youngster by the name of Sam. I set out a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies and a container of milk in the kitchen and they sat down and ate while I busied myself over the stove, preparing dinner.
The next thing I know is that Howie is pressing against my back, burying his face into my neck. "What are you doing? Leave me alone. You're embarrassing me," I told him. But he only laughed. I shivered when I heard him laugh at me, looking at his friend and winking slyly.
"What did I tell you, Sam?" he said to his friend and the other boy smiled and stood up, putting his hands over his crotch. "Far out," the friend said with a grin as my son grabbed hold of me and began to suck at my neck and blow into my ear. I didn't know what to do, doctor. He's a big strong boy and he held me fast against the sink, playing with me like a cat with a mouse.
And all this time his friend is advancing across the room, still playing with himself, holding his balls in the palm of his hand. I was just terrified. I didn't know what they wanted from me and I just couldn't believe that my own son was behaving like some kind of pervert. Like a sadist, if you want to know the truth.
Howie, meanwhile, was rubbing up and down against me and I could even feel his penis bursting against his pants, trying to get out. "Stop it! Stop this instant!" I yelled at him, but it didn't do any good.
"But mom, I love you. I want you to love me, too. I want you to love Sam too," he said, not making sense, still giggling and nuzzling me like I was a cow or something.
"You're on something, aren't you?" I asked him then, because I was sure that he had taken a drug of some kind. I mean, he'd never acted like this before, never so nasty and spiteful.
Sam started giggling so hard that he couldn't catch his breath. "Just a little good shit," he said to me.
"And what, may I ask, is a little good shit? It sounds dirty if you ask me," I replied. He said that he and Howie had smoked some marijuana cigarettes after practice and they were really high, really flying.
I remember reading something somewhere that said that marijuana was supposed to excite people sexually, but this had been the first time I'd ever witnessed someone's actions while under the drug. It was unbelievably frightening. My son pulled down my blouse and ripped it away from me, lunging out to grab hold of my breasts. I was spun around on my heels so that I now faced him.
"Just a little fuck-suck, fuck-suck a little," he said with a silly expression on his face. He bent his head down and took one of my breasts in his mouth and began sucking at the nipple that was still covered by the brassiere.
And Sam, his great leering friend, picked up the scissors on the kitchen counter in my sewing box and without a word, snipped apart the straps of my bra. Then he laughed and pulled it right off me and Howie giggled and started licking my nipples as his hands roamed all across my naked chest.
I was starting to get turned on by his sensitive touch, despite my initial fears. I pressed his head down against my nipple as his friend Sam grabbed me by the mouth and nearly swallowed my tongue. He soul-kissed--that's the expression we used to use--curling his tongue around mine, darted in and out of my mouth. His hands grabbed one of my breasts and he rolled my nipple between two of his fingers. I was being mauled and handled as both boys pressed against me.
Howie kept his tongue out and slid over my chest, licking me all the way down, unfastening my skirt as he moved his lips and mouth across the surface of my skin. My skirt dropped to the floor and I had nothing on underneath but my panties.
"I have to. I have to," he kept moaning as he got down on his knees and pressed his lips against the silken material of my drawers. I could feel his tongue pushing the material into my slit and as he was trying to get at me, his friend Sam was busy playing with my tits.
"You have the biggest pair of boobs in the world," the boy said between laps of his hungry tongue. I was squirming against the sink as both youngsters did whatever they felt like. But the truth of the matter is, doctor, I was really turned on, terribly excited, my body tingling with the pleasure of their delicious licking feels.
Howie couldn't control himself. He ripped the panties right down to my feet and shoved his head down between my legs. I spread them slightly to let him get as much of my sex as he wanted and he went at my cunt with a terrific and wild abandon, lost no time and space as he tongued and licked the lips of my vagina.
Sam turned me around and clamped his hands over my buttocks. He pinched me and giggled and said to my son, "Upstairs, kiddo. Take her up to let her go down."
I didn't know what he was talking about, but my body went slack and limp as Howie grabbed me by the ankles and Sam took hold of my arms. The boys carried me up the stairs like a sack of flour, throwing me down on my big double bed.
"Groovy. Groovy lady," Sam cooed with a sick look on his face.
"Far out, brother. Too much," my son replied, a similar look of utter depravity and degeneracy registering on his features.
I kept quiet, too afraid to speak. Then Sam took hold of Howie and drew him against his chest. Sticking out his tongue he kissed me very passionately. I was ready to throw up as they carried on like two idiots before my very eyes. Their hands wandered all over my body, leaving nothing untouched. Sam undid his pants and Howie did the same and pretty soon they both stood naked in the room, pressed against my body, their crotches grinding up and down.
I tried to get off the bed but Sam saw me out of the corner of his eye and he was on me in a second, a regular tiger. "Not so fast," he said, pinning me down on the bed. Howie joined him and both boys began to kiss me, tonguing every inch of my flesh.
It was at this point that things really began to get out of hand. Sam hovered over my crotch, his tongue lashing across my cunt, licking my sex and probing between my cunt lips. I was twirled around like a mechanical doll as my son pushed apart the cheeks of my buttocks and pressed his face down in my cleft.
He found my bottom hole and attacked it with gusto, his tongue working like a fiend as he licked my ass and probed inside, tickling my rectum and trying to get further up my anal cavity.
Sam stuck his middle finger into my cunt and sloshed it around, pulling it in and out as I began to pant, overwhelmed with passion and desire. I just couldn't control myself.
Anyway, Sam swung around and for the first time, I noticed his penis. As I told you, my son is unbelievably well equipped, but his friend made him look like a little boy. Sam was the most well-hung man I'd ever seen and his huge blood-gorged pole of flesh hovered in front of my mouth as he straddled me, the backs of his legs pressing down against my face. I had no choice but to open my mouth as he battered his cock inside.
I nearly choked and had to gasp for breath as he pushed down with his hips, his entire shaft banging against the back of my throat. My son reached up and began to kiss his friend and they clung together, nearly suspended over my body, my mouth filled to the brim with Sam's big piece of meat.
"Does it taste good, Mrs. I?" Sam said with a lewd grin on his face.
I couldn't talk, but I must admit that it was quite pleasurable having the boy's yard inside my mouth. I tongued the head with quick thrusting jerks as he groaned with pleasure, his mouth returning to seek entry between my legs. I was wet with their spittle. Every inch of my body had been touched, licked, tasted and abused.
Then my son pulled apart the lips of my cunt and I could see his huge lance ready to dart right in. I readied myself for his lunging, plunging attack and his face was glowing with a look of devilish glee as he brought his penis down against my cunt, pushing inside. I moaned as my son entered me, feeling my boy's engorged penis pushing down into my pussy, traveling down the length of my vaginal canal.
"Is she good?" Sam asked.
"Sweet as sugar, kiddo," my son laughed as he shoved down, his pelvis pounding into my hips, his hairy belly grinding against my loins. As he fucked me, he and his friend kissed and held each other. They hugged and caressed as I sucked Sam's cock and Howie worked his organ in and out from between my dripping legs.
"Make it last," Sam said.
"Forever," my son replied, his strokes increasing in frequency, bearing down again and again as I felt my juices beginning to run, felt them oozing over his shaft and down my legs.
"Play with my balls, Mrs. I." Sam told me.
I was too afraid not to obey and so I pulled my mouth out from around his penis and lapped at his hairy bag. This great wrinkled sac hung down by my lips, tight and swollen. He moaned and sighed and tossed about as I tongued and licked them, pressing his ass down over my face so that I was forced to thrust my tongue between the clefts of his amazingly hairy asshole. I'd never seen so much hair in my life. I licked coarse brown hair and found his asshole and probed inside. It made him go crazy.
He was wild with passion and he turned me over on my side, my son still inside of me. He pulled apart the cheeks of my ass and stuck in a finger, still dry, so that I yelled with the sudden pain that accompanied this insertion.
"Can you feel me?" he asked my son.
"Put your cock in. She loves it," Howie told him.
I was speechless.
Sam didn't waste a second. I felt his huge hammering tool pressing against my asshole, trying to get in. I relaxed my muscles, lest he really do damage with his gigantic affair.
Immediately, the head of his swollen pulsating cock slid right inside my ass. He plunged down and ground his hips against my buttocks as I took the entire length of his yard in my ass, holding back my tears.
"I can feel your cock on the other side," he told my son. "Let's do it together."
They counted out the strokes as they plunged in and out of me, one on each side. Howie in front, poking at my cunt, Sam in the rear, sticking his thing up my ass.
I was pinned down by the two boys, my nerves aflame as every part of my body tingled and veritably sang out with joy of what I was feeling. I knew that I was loving it, and my fears subsided as my passion consumed me. I was loving every second of their strenuous fucking, unable to hold myself back as I began to come, my liquid flowing down over the length of Howie's rigid penis.
"She's doing it!" he yelled out. "She's sopping wet, the horny cunt!" Howie told his friend.
Both of them plunged in and out with growing fervor until at last I could feel Howie's seed gushing out inside of me.
"I'm coming!" he yelled at the top of his voice, his free hand reaching out and slapping his friend on the ass.
"Me too!" Sam yelled.
Tom's load shot out at a fantastic speed, spattering inside my ass, gob after gob of his cream as both youngsters snorted and rolled about on the bed, overcome by the force of their simultaneous orgasms. For a few minutes we lay quiet, both of them still inside of me, no on talking or moving.
"I don't believe what happened," I told them when I had gotten my breath back.
"Believe it, Mom," Howie said.
"You better believe it, Mrs. I." his friend laughed, plopping out of me and sinking down on the soft mattress of my bed, his great tool shriveled and covered with slime and reek.
"What made you do what you did?" I asked them a few minutes later, my thoughts turning to more rational and pressing questions, like how I must have looked--now in particular--in my son's eyes.
"Why?' Howie repeated. "You turned us on, Mom. We were stoned and we just couldn't resist. You're quite a piece."
And that's what happened, Doctor. I haven't changed a single fact. I thought it was all right. I mean, I wasn't emotionally upset about the experience, but now that it's over, I've been getting these migraine headaches. In fact, Howie crawled into my bed last night and I pushed him out. I just didn't want any part of it.
But the question is, what now?
CONCLUSION
"What now?" Mrs. I. had said. It took three months of intensive bi-weekly therapy sessions, characterized by an agonizing degree of emotional honesty and subsequent trauma, before I was able to help the patient in solving her psycho-sexual problems.
Mrs. I. discontinued the incestuous practices with her son.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject: Dean M. Age: Twenty-Eight
INTERVIEW ONE
The first time I saw Dean M. was when he walked into my office for our first session. He seemed very excited and anxious to begin his narrative.
The condition that brought him to me concerned his preference for fat women only. This particular sexual deviance is referred to in slang as "chubby chaser."
I immediately tried to connect his condition to Freudian terms and asked him if his mother was heavy woman.
"No, actually, Doctor, she was rather slender, but I'll tell you about it.
Ever since I was a kid, I used to watch fat girls and imagine myself sliding right into their cunts, head first, diving in and getting lost up there. And hen, as I got older and I started having sexual experiences, I found that I used to get a much bigger charge out of fucking a fat girl--the fatter the better--than I did out of the sleek, slender beauty queens.
I mean, it's crazy, Doc, to dig your hands into that flesh and just sink in all the way. I mean, to lie down on top of somebody and be surrounded by them. I mean, you can really get into a fat girl. You can just bounce around on top of her, feel those fat thighs wrapping themselves around you.
And to eat--a fat cunt--a juicy, thick pussy! There's nothing like it.
When you slide your cock into an obese girl's cunt, there's no problem. She can take it all right, unless you're built like King Kong. It just slides right up there and you can ride all fucking night long if you want to.
And soft! There's nothing softer than a heavy girl's tits. Her body, you're just enveloped by it. It's like laying a cloud.
And there's so many things you can do with her, a girl like that, a girl that's unsure of herself, a girl that will do anything. Like there was this one chick that I was fucking regularly. She would do anything in the world for me. Anything I wanted.
There was the time that I went away on business. And I was gone for a couple of months. When I got back, I found out Andrea had gone on a diet. And she's lost about thirty pounds. It didn't really change her appearance much because I really like 'em fat. Really obese! The fatter the better!
Boy, was I angry when I saw she'd lost that weight. I had no idea why I was so angry, but I was burning inside!
I thought you'd be pleased," she sobbed as I ranted and raved. I felt like I was losing my grip on her. I felt like if she lost her weight, she would be open stock--available to anybody and everybody. She was all mine! And I didn't have to worry about anybody else taking her away. I didn't have to worry about her running around, cheating behind my back. Nobody else would want her fat.
It's strange because I never had any problems getting the girls. I'm considered somewhat of a ladies' man. I always have been ever since high school. But, I didn't want the pretty ones. I always wanted the ugly ones. And then, somehow, it all settled and I found out I was attracted to fat girls.
So anyway, getting back to Andrea, I went flying out of the apartment. I told her to stay there until I got back. I went down to the supermarket and spent thirty-five bucks on chocolates and whipped cream and ice cream and cakes. I raced back up to the apartment.
"Strip!" I demanded, once I got back to her. My cock was already hard as a rock just thinking about what I was going to do.
Andrea did as she was told and I carted all the goodies and got out of my own clothes.
She lay down on the bed as I had told her to. I straddled her body, sitting on her enormous belly.
"Eat my cock," I demanded.
Hungrily, she separated those big lips of hers and took my dick into her moist mouth.
I reached down into the bag and pulled out a box of chocolates I'd bought. I took a handful of the soft pieces and pulled my cock from her mouth. I squeezed the chocolate onto my dick. "Eat it off," I demanded. "Eat every fucking drop off my dick."
She as in heaven. She loved chocolate almost as much as she loved my dick. Quickly, she gobbled up the big pieces and then started swirling her tongue over my tool, licking the rest of it off.
"Did you like it?" I asked once she'd finished.
She only murmured her approval.
"Good," I said, "because there's a lot more where that came from." I had images of filling her to the hilt with food--force-feeding her until she burst.
I reached back into the bag again and pulled out a can of whipped cream. I spread it over my dick until it was only a white stick. She tried to lick it off many times as I was putting it on, but I kept her head away.
"Eat it," I finally said, when I had completed the task. She dove for my dick and whipped cream got smeared all over her face and her mouth as she greedily licked it off.
"Eat it," I moaned even after the last flick of whipped cream was gone. "Eat that cock!"
She began bobbing her head back and forth over the entire length of my rod. I was shoving it deep into her throat and bouncing on her full breasts.
I reached down behind me and rubbed her huge cunt. My fingers slid into her hole. I began to finger-fuck her.
But then suddenly, I remembered my purpose. I reached for a handful of chocolates again.
I pulled my cock from her mouth. "Open up," I said.
She opened her mouth as wide as she could. I rammed the chocolates into it, filling her mouth completely. Then I shoved my dick back in.
She was chewing ever so gently and nibbled on my dick at the same time. It was a magnificent feeling! I felt chills running down my spine as she fucked and ate me and the chocolate.
I pulled my prick free once again. I slid down her body until my cock was positioned outside of her aching cunt lips.
"Spread 'em!" And on command, she opened her legs wide. I filled her cunt with my dick and began pounding away. I reached over and took some of the chocolates, filling her mouth again.
"Eat it," I said. "Eat every crumb and drop of it."
As soon as she had finished that mouthful, I reached in and pulled a hunk of cake free. I filled her mouth again.
"Chew," I said as I jabbed at her pussy.
She happily devoured the mouthfuls of food that I was feeding her. She wrapped those big thighs around my waist I reached down under her and felt the soft, mushy flesh.
"Oh, baby," I moaned. "Take a good fucking."
"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Yes! Do it to me! Make me feel good!"
I was very slow, very deliberate in my movements to make sure I didn't come. I was gonna fuck this broad until she'd consumed every bit of food that I'd bought!
About a half hour later she was begging for me to stop stuffing her, but I would have no part of it. I continued to shove the food into her mouth and made her eat it.
Once when she stopped chewing, I pulled my dick from her dripping cunt.
"Please," she nearly screamed, "fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
"No," I said. "Not unless you eat."
"I can't," she cried. "I can't eat another bite. I'm so stuffed."
"Eat it," I said, taking a handful of popcorn.
"Please, Dean. I promise you I won't diet anymore. But don't make me eat more. I'll get sick."
"Then get sick. But I want you to. I want you so fat that you'll spread out and cover this whole bed."
She spread her legs again as I shoved the popcorn in between her lips. Even though she was suffering on one hand, she loved what was happening between those big legs of hers.
The whole afternoon was spent doing that. Everytime she'd stop eating, I'd stop fucking. And at last, she had finished everything that I'd given her to eat. I began pounding at her belly.
She was delirious. She was screaming with pain, saying she had stomach cramps. But she didn't want me to stop fucking her.
I took my hands and ram then over those tremendous tits, digging my fingers into the knuckles. They were so big, so beautiful! I buried my face in them, rubbed them all over me. Then we got down to some serious fucking. I pounded her twat until she was gasping for air, moaning with delight as I drew her over the borderline, as I fucked her like crazy.
Suddenly my dick shot. And at almost the same instant, she shuddered, her flesh wriggling beneath me.
When I rolled off her she was moaning and groaning and holding her belly.
She made it off the bed, somehow, and into the bathroom. I heard her vomiting.
I had taught her her lesson and she's fatter then ever. She eats like crazy, but she's happy. She has me. I have her. And she can eat as much as she wants, which is a lot easier for her than dieting.
Then, there was another time with another girl, when I did some crazy things. I mean, really weird.
* * *
"I'm sorry to interrupt you, Dean. But our time is up for today."
"Okay," he responded. "That's fair enough. Ill tell you the rest next time."
"See you then," I said cheerfully.
INTERVIEW TWO
Again Dean walked into my office, the following week, just raring to get back into his narrative.
* * *
Okay, let me pick up where I left off last time. There was another girl named Greta with whom I had some wild times. She was really a crazy lady. She was really obese as well, at least two hundred and fifty pounds if she weighed an ounce. The funny thing was that she was short to boot.
One night while we were sitting in her living room, naked, I got this wild desire to fuck her up the ass. It isn't always easy to do. I mean, I got a healthy cock on me. It must be seven and a half inches. But getting through all that fat, and getting into the asshole of one of these girls is pretty hard. I mean, if you're lucky, you can get half your dick inside of them. And I like to feel the whole thing shooting up there.
So I got Greta to suck my cock for a while, making it all slippery. Then I made her stand up in front of me, bend over and spread her cheeks. I licked it good and let my saliva drip her down her crack. Then I eased her back, making her keep her cheeks spread. She sat down on my dick and I spread out on the sofa.
While we were watching television, I was fucking her. It was kind of hard though. I mean, you know, if you've got some chick on top of you, you can just carry her weight. But when you got one of these babes on top of you, they gotta do the work for you.
She was spread out on top of me and my hands were feeling her whole body. I was squeezing her tits, running my hands over her baggy flesh. I felt her behind her legs, over her arms; my fingers buried themselves in her stomach. It was really fantastic! And she knew how to work that ass of hers. She could take my cock as far as I could get it without any problem.
Greta was moving up and down on top of me, all the while spreading her cheeks, taking my cock like a bitch in heat. She was wiggling her asshole, banging up and down. Each time she came back into me, she knocked the wind out of me. I was gasping for breath.
"Get on your hands and knees," I said.
I moved with her, beating my cock up her ass. When she was finally on the floor, doggy-style, I squatted down behind her and started throwing a hard fuck into her asshole.
It's amazing, Doc, you'd think somebody that big would have an asshole to match. But Greta's was tight and good to fuck.
I can't tell you what it felt like, having my cock up there. The part of my dick that wasn't in her hole was being squeezed by her assflesh, for she had let her cheeks go. They closed over my cock, like a glove.
I was getting the fucking of my life and loved every minute of it. She, as well enjoyed it, every hard inch of my cock.
Over and over my joint slid into her stretched flesh. She was in ecstasy, even before I began sliding my hand into her twat.
Can you imagine, Doc? Wow, what a feeling! I don't know if you've ever experienced it, but it's like crazy. Real wild! It can turn you on something fierce!
Anyway, to get on with my story, she's really beating it now, you know what I mean? She digs ass-fucking. And I guess I don't have to tell you how much I was enjoying it. I mean, any guy would love to be seven inches inside a girl's ass.
I started giving her long, hard jabs with my cock. My prick, I might add, as was hard as a rock. I was giving her smooth, even strokes, if you know what I mean. They were hard, fast, in-out, in-out, if you know what I mean. There was no rhythm.
But her cunt was getting a steady fuck. And with my other hand I was playing with her big, floppy tits, squeezing them and teasing the nipples. I had her moaning and groaning all over the place. There were little drops of saliva on the corners of her mouth.
Why, that broad had me so excited that I shot my load into her asshole, into her bowels and kept right on fucking.
My asshole fucker didn't go down for a minute either. How do you like that?
"Fuck my hot asshole," she cried out, "give it to Fat Mama. All the way!"
It was like she was going out of her head and all the while her body was working out on my dick. Then I found out why she was nuts. In another second she flooded my hand with her cunt juice. She was jerking like mad and that big pussy was catching and grabbing at my hand.
I really let her have it then. But, of course, I didn't stop. I kept right on going, banging away at her.
"Please," she at last managed, almost begging, "let me rest."
"Fuck," I shouted at her and worked my hands double time. "Just shut up and fuck or else it'll be the last screwing I ever give you."
She shut up. See what I mean, Doc? You can talk to fat broads this way. You can tell them where it's at. You can tell them that you'll stop laying them if they don't do what you want. It works all the time.
She started wiggling her ass like she had ants in her pants or something. "Move that ass like you want to be laid. Move it!"
The bitch took it all right, all of it! In no time she was hot again, damned hot! I opened her ass cheeks with my hand and forced her full of hard dick.
After a while I got tired of the steady in-and-out of her ass and wanted something else.
My cock came out of her hole with a loud plop and she turned around with a shocked expression. "What happened?" she asked. "Why did you stop?"
I didn't give her an answer. I just stood up and moved around until my dick dangled an inch or so from her mouth. "Open up," I said. "Open up and suck my hot cock. I want to be sucked hard. I want to feel that tongue licking my joint clean. Do you understand?"
Slowly, Greta looked up at my hard-on. It had brown streaks on it, nothing really bad. I wouldn't make her eat shit or anything like that. There was just a little ass juice on it She closed her eyes real tight and opened her mouth. "Feed me," she said, "feed me that big, beautiful cock."
I moved in closer and put my dick between her puckered lips. I grabbed two handfuls of her fat cheeks and hen rammed all of it down her throat. All the way home it went, with the big hard tip sliding down her throat She sounded like she was gagging so I pulled out a little, but don't you think she pulled me right back in. I knew I couldn't go on very much longer. I was almost to the bursting point.
Finally, I had enough and I was getting tired, I mean really tired. I let loose and just watched that hard tool working in and out of her mouth. I felt it building and then it happened. The room seemed to go black and then started spinning. I reached down and took hold of both her tits. I could hardly believe it was happening. It was so damned good, I filled her mouth. I mean, I really filled it until it was dribbling from the sides of her lips.
Anyhow, after I had finished with her I was shot down. I as really no damn good at all. I knew I'd never be able to finish her off.
I flopped down on the sofa and stretched out. Greta crawled over to me. "Do it to me," she gasped, "make me come, please. Please, make me come."
Now, with another girl I would have had to satisfy her or run the risk of losing her.
"Use your finger," I said, "finger-fuck yourself."
She arranged herself over me and started sucking my cock as she manipulated her hole. After a few minutes she was boiling hot. "Work out, bitch," I shouted.
A couple of minutes later she was spread out on the rug, spent and gasping. All the while she was telling me how good it had been, how great I was! And then, it was over.
CONCLUSION
It was pointed out during the next few months of his therapy that his real problem didn't stem from the fact that he found obese women attractive, rather from the fact that what he did with the women was dominate them. With more intricate and intense study and treatment it was discovered that what we were dealing with were feelings of hostility and resentment toward women. Fat women, being misshapen, were different from the conventional female he knew, like his mother, his sister, and so forth, and therefore, not as much a threat. The intense attraction to obese women was just a further rejection of the female species. The patient is still in therapy and has been for over three years now. He has made marvelous headway.
Shortly after he started in therapy, Dean married Greta. About sue months of intensive treatment, he insisted that she go on a diet. She is down to a size twelve now.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Subject: Freida L. Age: Thirty
INTERVIEW ONE
Black was very beautiful in the case of Frieda L., aged thirty. She wore her hair in a large and perfectly symmetrical Afro. Her figure was quite alluring, and as a private secretary, she must have gotten plenty of offers. Her face was marvelously alive, with a broad and very white smile.
I wasn't entirely sure what it was that she had as a problem for she seemed quite stable to me. And as it turned out, it wasn't all just her problem. There was something to do with her boyfriend.
"The bastard's been seeing a white girl," she began. "That's all there is to it And the thing that bothers me is that I feel like I ought to really be a lot more angry than I am, except that I--well, I am, but there is something--well, I just had to come and talk to you because you might know what I can do." From the confused sound of her speech, I knew she was really upset.
"I mean," she continued, "there is no one to turn to and I really don't know what to do. So that's why I came to see you because I thought that maybe you could so something for me. I need some help because things are really getting bad. I mean, there is no one for me to turn to at this point. I do need someone. You know?"
I knew just what she meant. She meant that she needed help and I would be very glad to be the one to help her. After all, had she not needed the help, she would not have come, and the fact that she did need the help and did come was most impressive. I would, therefore, help her for that very reason. If she needed help and sought me out for it, I would be the one to give it to her. Here is her story, totally in her own words.
* * *
Well, doctor, let me tell you the story from the beginning. Joseph is my boyfriend. He's a businessman and he's not doing bad for himself. He puts across a few shady deals here and there to get his point across, but he isn't doing bad and I guess I can overlook things that he may do that aren't exactly ethical because he keeps telling me that he really loves me and he doesn't know how hell get along if I'm not there to guide him down the paths of life. You know, things like that.
So, anyway, he hired a new secretary and she's a white girl and really nice for a white girl. She had the sort of figure I have and I know that's bad because Joseph likes figures like that. You know, big tits. I mean, in case you haven't noticed.
So anyway, I know he's doing something with her because he's not doing anything with me. I don't know for sure if it's her, but I do know that I'm not the only one because Joseph, he used to be Jack Stud and now he's not worth a shit. He comes over and sees me less and when he does and I'm ready for him, he tells me he's not in the mood. Now, doctor, when you've got a set of tits like me, how the hell can you not be in the mood?
So, he tells me that he's just tired because things are going a bit rough at the office and I guess I believed him at first because I would never think of Joseph lying to me. I mean, what reason would he have to? We both believe in being very open about things and there is no reason at all to have him being like that. But later when I find him not telling the truth, but I'll get into that later.
So my sex life's not worth a damn now and I'm masturbating like mad these days and there is no real relief, but there just isn't much else to do. So I masturbate a lot and wonder when he's gonna stop being so busy. And I keep figuring it'll be soon, but there is just no end to it and I really wonder what's up. I may not know for sure just what is up, but I do know there is something going on that ain't right, and I'm going to find out what it's all about.
So I figure that I can stop by his office one night because if he's working late, he might like seeing me come up and keep him company during the long hours. And I go up there.
The doorman wouldn't let me up at first, but I convinced him that I was really looking for someone up there and he let me go. Besides, he was a brother and a brother will always help another brother or a sister when the help is needed.
So I was gonna surprise him. Well, he was the one who surprised me! What do you think I find when I get in there? His office door is shut, but it's not locked. And I got inside quietly because I figure that I'll sneak up on him and surprise him. He's probably going to be at his desk and he'll be working, so I can sneak up on him and give him a kiss on the neck. Then he'll drop everything and we'll have real hot, passionate sex.
So I think I hear something when I walk in, but I'm not sure. I think there is some heavy breathing, but I could be wrong and I hope that I am because if there is, it can only mean one thing and I dread to think what the thing would be. I know the only girl he has that could be there would be his secretary and I know that only because of my intuition. I really don't know what to expect, though, because even if I think that's what is up, I know it can't be and I really don't pay it too much attention. I have my ideas as to what I'll find and that will be that.
So anyway, I walk into the office and I don't see him at his desk. What I do see is a bottle of wine on the desk surface and I look to the side and there he is, nude, on the couch with the secretary who is wearing just as much as he is. I know what's up suddenly and things are very clear. So, he's working late, but on his secretary and not with her., I really don't know what I did, but I guess it looked pretty dumb because all I could do was stand there and look at the two of them on the floor. I was in shock!
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked.
"What the hell are you doing?" I answered.
"I'm supposed to be here. You aren't."
"I just came up to see what you were up to. If you were so damned tired after work, I thought I would get you before you left the office because if you're that tired, then the least I can do is come and see you before you get to the final condition. I do miss you, Joseph. I want to feel you put your giant cock in my cunt. That's what I want, Joseph."
So what does he do? He looks at me for a moment and then he looks at that white girl and they seem to be thinking something and they agree.
"Would you like to make it a threesome?" he said.
So, I'm really not sure what I was expecting. I mean, I really don't know what it was that I was thinking he would do. Oh, I know there were a few things I hoped he would do like fall on his knees and kiss my feet and implore my forgiveness, but since he didn't, I was really rather surprised. All he did was ask me if I wanted to join them. No explanations. No apologies. Nothing.
Well, my mind went crazy with the thoughts that were going through me. I mean, I had no idea what to think. I was really surprised!
But the interesting thing is that the invitation also seemed like a nice idea. I mean, I wanted to see what it was that he found so good about this white girl. What was it that made him want to go over the fence into some other territory to try it with an outsider. I mean, if there ain't no black chicks good enough for him, then what is it that makes him have to go over there and take one of them? Why can't he stay with his own?
So, I get introduced to the girl and her name is Louise. She's pretty good, this white girl, but looks aren't everything. It has a lot to do with how good you are in bed, you know, and this is what I've got to find out. I mean, it's not easy when you're told that there just ain't any more use for you any longer. And that is what I was trying not to have to hear.
So I agree. I'll try it with them. I mean, I'll try just about anything once and this seems like a good enough thing to try just one time. Threesomes are okay, but I don't think I'll try any interracial ones for awhile.
So I take my clothes off and I join them on the floor and here is where I get a really good look at this white girl. She's got a good set of tits and she has a nice, flat stomach that is really soft and there is an ass on her that is so good that you want to do nothing but massage it all day just like her tits. And there is a snatch on this paleface that is so soft-looking that the sooner I can get into her, the better I can tell what I'm up against when I try and reclaim Joseph. I mean, if she's better than me, then I got problems, but if she isn't, and I don't think at that moment there is any doubt at all, then I really got things just the way I want them. I can really feel myself begin to get excited thinking about it. I really want to get into her as best as I can and I really am getting excited about it. You know?
They could tell, you know, because my nipples were getting really hard and they're sticking out just like a pair of sticks that someone stuck in the ground. And I can really feel like I'm going to enjoy everything that happens.
So we get started and she is the first one to go for me. She takes her hand and she rubs it over my body real soft and she begins to smile because it seems to really turn her on and Joseph is lying back there watching and taking it all in with a big smile on his face. Just like I figured he'd so. I mean, after a while, you can really get to know just what they're thinking. So this is one time.
Okay, so Joseph is getting really hard now like I've never seen him before and I know that he's really excited because he's so big, it's really hard not to know what's on his mind.
He has the biggest cock I've ever seen and I know that if I don't move quick, then that white bitch is going to get him and I am not about to let that happen.
So I move for his cock and I get there first because the white girl is busy working on me and I am not about to let her get past me and go right to him. I mean, that might make things look even worse. So what I plan to do is stay with that giant cock that I love until he gives me everything and I'm not stopping until there isn't a drop left. And I know the ways to make him give it all to me.
So I begin to suck and suck on his cock and it's a really big one, too. And so round and so thick and so full of things that I know I'm going to love the moment I get them.
But Louise acts like she has other ideas. She's got plans of her own, it seems and she stops going after me and suddenly I miss her because that girls got a wicked tongue for a white girl. I mean, she could really get into my twat and really clean me out. I was getting so excited, I could hardly believe what that white girl was doing. I mean, she was good and if I sound amazed, it is probably because I was. I mean, there have been girls I've known and I'll admit it because it's all part of life. But there have been girls I've had sex with and they've been good, but she was better than anyone I'd ever know. I was surprised. And she was a white girl!
So she places her twat on my boyfriend's face and Joseph begins to really eat her out. I've seen him excited before, but it's never been anything like this. He really went into that white chick like it was the last thing on earth he would ever do. He kept lacing into her cunt with his tongue and she began to moan and groan like she was having such a good time that nothing would ever stop her. She was really into what she was getting and Joseph was really into what he was doing like I had never seen him. I've seen him excited, too, but it was never like this. And so I was really shocked!
So I get going on his cock with a bit more passion and I start working on him harder and he begins to slacken his pace a little and so it looks like I've got him this time. And I keep hammering away at that cock like it's gonna be the last and I race my mouth up and down on him and really grease his pole. I move faster and faster and I know that if I really go at him I can stop the whole thing with that white girl that very night because he'll see who he's getting the better loving from.
So, I go at him again and I pound away at him until he stops altogether and the white girl and he begins to breathe heavier and heavier and I know that he's going to come very soon and so I get ready to take him inside my mouth and swallow him.
And his body begins to tense up and I know he's getting closer and closer and I'm going to have him soon. He's no longer with Louise, so here is now a bigger chance than I've had in the past.
Suddenly there is a gasp and he begins to knuckle around the place like a fish out of water and I know I've got him. He shoots mouthful after mouthful of his sweet, hot sperm into my mouth and I swallow him just as fast as he comes. I give a really good blow-job, Doc.
So he comes like he's never come before, but I'm getting into so much that I shut my eyes and when I open them, he's stopped writhing and I look up and see that he's been coming and he's lapping up the cunt juice she's giving him and I know he's loving it more than I think he ought to. And she's having the time of her life with it and that bothers me even more. I mean, what the hell does she think she's doing, stealing him from me?
So, now she's finished and she leans back on the floor exhausted and she moans in his ear. 'That was really great!' she says, smacking her cunt lips right at him. Right at him!
So I want to get back at him and her, but I really don't know what to do and I threw my clothes on and raced out of the building. It dawned on me that he wanted that white cunt more than he wanted mine. I had to get out and I've been miserable ever since. I know it isn't good for me to feel the way I do, but it's hard not to because it's something you would only understand if you were to lose your guy to some white chick.
Your white girl to a black. You know? And I think you do because you don't look that old and you don't have a wedding ring on. I'll bet you didn't think that women noticed things like that. Well, we see a lot more than you men would ever give us credit for. And I'll bet that would surprise you, too, if you ever got to the point where you really got to know a woman. Doctor, have you got a woman?
CONCLUSION
It is obvious that Frieda L. is suffering from loneliness brought upon by the fact that she is alone in the world since she lost her boyfriend to his secretary. But the point is why she is lonely.
There were many possible answers for it, ranging from childhood to recent occurrences.
It might be any number of things, but the fact remains that she is without anyone to feel close to and her thinly veiled advances towards me are obvious that she is thinking of the world in sexual terms. She is desperate and she does need all the help she can get.
Her narrative was so interesting, as told in her own particular manner of speech, that I told her that I would very much like to see her again. I tried, however, to keep any note of her sexual advances to me out of my offer. I wanted this to remain purely on a professional level. Her condition is definitely curable in my opinion, and I would be more than happy to be the one to help her. She seems very open to help, and that is half the battle.
CASE HISTORY SIX
Subject: Liza T. Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Liza T.'s case is a perfect example of an experience many young girls go through the first time they leave home. She found sexual adventure, not necessarily the same type as so many young women find, but it was an introduction to sex, nonetheless.
The specific example, however, involved Liza when she was only thirteen. She became associated with a young couple who worked at the summer camp she attended.
Liza was short and very developed for her age. Her body was full and her tits were heavy and pendulous. She walked with an air of a woman, but she was unconscious of it.
When she first came to my office she had just turned fourteen. It was only six or seven months since she had attended the camp and she was still very involved in the whole situation.
Her soft brown eyes, frequently filled with tears and her long brown hair was parted down the middle, hiding her face until she would brush it aside.
However, there was a basic strength which was exuded from her and made me feel that she would overcome all her problems in being a happy and independent woman.
What follows is a transcript of that first interview. It shows how the influence of older and more powerful people can bend the will of the younger person, especially a young girl to do their bidding. Her words more than any impassioned plea, show how the deleterious effects can be compounded until they cause real problems. Here are her words from the interview.
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My parents always sent me to that camp, Doctor. It was a pretty famous one. You might have heard of it. You know it was a famous progressive camp where all kinds of different people went.
There were always all sorts of vigilantes trying to close the place down. But they never quite managed to. I really liked it. I went there since I was about five.
We always did good things. It was so much fun to go swimming and hiking. But there were always these games and this whole atmosphere about getting along with people. We were always singing songs about brotherhood and that kind of thing.
It was really nice. So how it all happened that, all those bad things happened I really don't know. It's such a shame that it ruined it for me. I don't think I can ever go back there even if they leave.
The summer started out just like all the rest did. You know by now I feel like I'm a veteran. I know where everything is and how it all works. I show all the new kids around.
So I felt right at home. In June when he place opened, I even went up a little early to get the place opened. That was some kind of big honor, but I think that was my mistake.
Lynn, the camp director, was nice enough to me all right. She kissed and hugged me when my parents dropped me off. I never felt homesick there. But then I don't really feel homesick anywhere.
She asked me all about the things I had done since I had seen her last I told her about school and the plays and things I had been in. She was always very interested. We call her Aunt Rose and she is just like one of the family to everyone at camp.
Then he took me over to the Green Lodge and introduced me to the staff. Well, I knew a lot of the people from the year before. Some I was glad to see and some not so glad. But there were two people who were new and slightly different.
Over in one corner of the lodge, in one of the tiny rooms were Lana and Louie. The first time I saw them is burned into my mind.
Lana was sitting there on the bed rigid as a pole knitting a sweater. Louie was sitting at the tiny desk writing a letter. He was also sitting painfully straight up. They didn't even look up or turn their heads when I came in.
Lynn coughed and shuffled her feet, but they still didn't look up. She had to cough loudly and introduce me in a loud officious tone.
The two of them looked up and stared at me unsmiling. They both rose as if in unison and shook my hand. I tried to smile, but it was hard to smile at them when they weren't smiling at me.
The two of them looked hard at me. I felt as if I were on display there in front of them.
It made me all nervous inside and I stuttered at them. I looked at them and lowered my eyes.
I remember that they said nothing very special. They seemed cold and very forbidding. Lynn was even a little flustered by their cold manner. But she sort of fluttered and chirped away trying to cover up.
I was so relieved when I got out of there. Lynn said something about how nice they were once you got to know them. I didn't think that was too likely.
After that I didn't see them very often. I spent the next week sweeping out cobwebs and old bird's nests from the empty bunks. I got all involved in the dust and dirt. I didn't think of anything much, especially Lana and Louie.
But their names came back to me strong when I looked on the central bulletin board. There under their two names were a long list of campers. My name was in the list. I felt a little chill go through me when I realized that they were going to be my head counselors.
They were like the advisors for my bunk. If anything went wrong or if something came up where I wanted to talk to someone, I was supposed to go to them.
What was so bad was that the camp is all hepped on the idea of relating and getting along. So, like if you don't like your advisor you're supposed to work it out with them, not go to someone else or go see Lynn about your problem.
I thought of how terrible it would be to have to tell either one of them something that was bothering me. I felt sick for the first time since I had left home.
But I really liked the camp and nothing could mess it up that much, I thought. So I just figured that I would get along without and stay out of their way. It didn't work out that way.
The very first week all the campers arrived and I was assigned to my bunk. We were inside one night. We had just come back from meeting. We used to have meetings every night and this one had been pretty good. We were all feeling pretty good and singing.
I was sitting on the bed laughing when in came Lana. It was the first time she had set foot inside our bunk.
All the talking stopped; everyone just stared. I expected her to be cold or flustered or both. But she wasn't.
She smiled at everyone and said hello. She introduced herself again even though everyone knew who she was. Then she smiled at me and asked if I would come outside with her.
I was really scared. I got up and went out. Once out the door she put her arm around my shoulder and told me that it was very important that I come with her to her bunk to talk.
She had such a serious tone that I was very anxious. You know, I thought I had done something wrong. But she told me that it was because she had such a big problem and she thought I would be the perfect person to help work it out. She smiled at me again and told me how grown-up she had seen I was.
I was really confused. I didn't say anything to her since that day in her room and I didn't think she could tell anything from the way I acted that day.
I hadn't even noticed her lurking around looking at me. I hadn't seen her once. But I went along. Once we got in the Green Lodge we went right to her room.
She ushered me inside and told me to sit on the bed. She closed the door carefully.
Then she told me that her problem was very serious. I looked around the room wondering where her husband was. But she took my hand and told me that her problem involved all he girls in my bunk.
"I've noticed that your bunk has an especially bad problem this year," she said. "It seems that there are so many young girls there who are the victim of violent passion. They seem to be on the road to trouble unless they are saved from it. I think you're the very one to help."
I didn't know what she was talking about. I had heard the same stories in the bunk year after year. The older I got the more racy they got, but they were just stories and we all knew that they probably weren't true.
So how come Lana was telling me that there was so much of a problem this year? I hadn't noticed anything different that year from any other.
She held my hand tighter and looked deep into my eyes. Hers were flashing and I saw that they were big and scary. She told me again that I must help her.
I told her that I would do what I could and she looked very relieved. She leaned back against the wall and told me that I was a good girl. I felt really confused.
She leaned back against the wall and I felt her breath. She seemed to be in some kind of trance. She reached out and touched my hand. It was like cold velvet. She touched me and I shivered all over.
She wouldn't let me out of her grip. She closed her fingers around me. I tried to get up and I was like iron.
"You have to stay with me," she said. "I want to talk to you. It's so nice to have you next to me. This camp is so lonely. It's hard with all these young women around and no one to talk to."
I remember that I got all funny inside when she said the part about young women. I got all these pictures in my head about lesbians and kissing her on the mouth. It kind of excited me.
She pulled me closer and stroked her fingers up my arm. It was cool, but her fingernails dug hot ridges in my flesh. I couldn't pull away and then I was kissing her.
She pressed her hot tongue on me and pulled me on top of her bunk. It creaked and I felt the wonderful full feeling of her body underneath me. She was strong and big-boned. She moved like a python around me and sucked me closer and closer with her mouth.
I let her do it! It felt so nice! I loved the feel of her body twisting and yearning under me. Her fingers were like snaky fire on my neck, pulling me down closer to her. I fought her, but I couldn't break free.
Her hands were all over my back pulling down my clothes. She pushed up under the shirt I was wearing and rubbed my naked back. She was moaning and telling me how sexy I was. Her fingers just couldn't keep still on top of me. Every place they touched I felt as if I were on fire.
I moaned and she fought around to my front. Under my shirt she took hold of my tits. I guess you notice I have big breasts. I've got the biggest breasts of anyone in my class.
Well, she took hold of them like she wanted to pull them off. But she just dug into them and rubbed them deep and long. She twirled her finger all around them as they hung there under my clothes. I felt myself melting on top of her. I wanted her to crush them harder and harder.
Each time she thrilled the tips of them with her fingers. I felt the nipples get harder and the skin curdle up stiffly. They were like cocks sticking down. The more she rubbed the harder they got.
That's what was scary. I couldn't help myself. I started moaning and kissing her back. I stuck my tongue in her mouth and licked all around her palate. I felt ridges inside her mouth and she sucked my tongue.
Her hand milked my breasts and I felt a stirring in my belly which I had never felt before. It grew there, but it went to all parts of my body. It made me sigh. I wanted something very badly, but I didn't know what it was.
Faster and faster she caressed me. My whole body was on fire and I pushed my tits down on top of her. Her hands were crushed between my breasts and her own hot body.
She pulled me hard, right down on top of her and bit into my neck. Her teeth were sharp and they cut like knives. I ached and pushed my neck around in her mouth. It felt good to have her punish me.
She licked and sucked when she bit me and made me cry out. Her hands went down into my shorts. She felt the hot crack of my ass. It was wet with my juice.
She ran her hand up and down, spreading my come over my buttocks. I was startled at the wetness. It was the first time I had felt my own passion juice come gushing out of me that way. It felt so good!
Faster and faster she ran her fingers in and out of the crack until I was panting and creaming faster than she could wipe the come on my ass. Harder and harder she jammed her hand in there until I was coming with her fingers plunging all the way past to my pussy.
Deeper and deeper she dug. Her fingers touched my clit with each jab and she cried out with lust. I felt my love stick grow as she poked at it with her fingers.
Then she shoved her hand in there and took the love knob to her fingers. She crushed it like the bud of a flower. Her hand felt like a hot cannon ball. I spread my legs apart to get more of the delicious feeling.
I felt her push her three fingers into my cunt. Deep in my love passage she went and her fourth finger caressed the tender tip of my clit. I had never felt such thrills.
I cried and moaned for her to hurry. I wanted her to shove her hand so far up that I would be stuffed. I wanted her to jam her fingers down on my clit until I exploded.
Faster and faster she moved in there, and I started bucking down on her hand. I quivered with the feeling and I tried to shout. But she muffled my mouth with one hand and shoved me into her neck.
I couldn't keep quiet. I was pumping and panting so hard I thought the bed was going to fall. Over and over I twisted and made her grind my clit against my pubic bone.
Harder and harder I rolled my ass up in he air. I was jumping with the flashing feeling. Her hand was making me go wild.
All of a sudden, I felt hands on my snaps. They pulled open my shorts and pulled them brutally down my hips. I felt the cool air on my sopping ass.
Someone was on the bed. Someone pulled me hard. The pair of hands around my hips dug in hard.
I heard savage masculine grunting. It was a man's hands. His grip tore at me and lifted my ass up and back.
Then there was something hard and soft there in my cunt. It was flesh, but it was rock-rigid as it poked into the sopping crack.
Stiff and hard it shoved against my cunt flaps and I quivered with lust. I groaned and he shoved it all the way in. He bellowed and tore all the way to the back of my cunt with one stroke.
Under me Lana seemed paralyzed. Her hands fluttered at my tits like she was dreaming. Fast and hard she shoved it into my cunt. Around and around, he rolled my ass until I was coming under the barrage. His fingers, ten times more savage than Lana's crushed my clit.
In a sun burst of lust he crushed my clit and I came all over his dick. Faster and faster he shoved it into me, until I was screaming. I could feel Lana twisting under me and crying. She was chewing on my tits and sucking them further and further.
I came and pumped his come-throbbing cock until it burst from the tip in a blast of gism which shot deep into me. I came in a sweet orgasm which made me moan. I shook my ass in spite of myself. I had never felt such a lovely feeling. It was so nice! I came and came!
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"I'm sorry, Liza, it's time for us to stop," I said. "We'll cover more of this the next time we meet. Don't be too upset by all this. You know things happen to everyone. It's just that not too many people want to talk about them. But there is nothing wrong with it."
She nodded her understanding, and got up to leave. She turned at the door and smiled weakly, saying goodbye in her own simple way. There seemed to be a little more confidence in her baring when she left. The experience had been painful, but I had the feeling that she would be able to exorcise it successfully.
INTERVIEW TWO
Liza looked far older than her years, when she walked into my office for our second session. It must have been her outfit that lended that air. She wore a very short skirt which clung to every contour of her hips, and a see-through blouse.
She probably had nothing underneath the skirt. She was careful, however, to keep her legs together as she sat down.
There had always been something provocative about her. But now it was literally glaring at me. I didn't want to stir up any kind of hornet's nest, so I said nothing about her outfit.
Her manner in the second interview was less depressed. She seemed almost happy to relate what happened to her. It as only until later that I understood this seemingly strange turn of events.
What follows are her words as she spoke them. Then transcript is complete and omits nothing from her interview.
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I told you what happened to me the first weeks in camp. I hope I didn't make it sound too gory. I mean, it wasn't so bad when it happened. It's just that I got all worked up about it and let it spoil my fun.
After that thing happened with Lana and Louie, I didn't know what to do. I felt like I should do something.
It was so confusing for me all alone like that that I couldn't talk to Lynn about it because she would have told my mother. I couldn't talk to Lana and Louie about it because they would have told me the same thing they told everyone else.
They didn't like to talk much, especially Louie. He seemed to be the mean one in the family. The way he came in and just had me there when Lana was kissing me was the way he always was.
I couldn't every say anything to him without him scowling and cursing at me. I don't know really why Aunt Lynn hired him. He was mean to all the kids.
Lana was different. She seemed, on the outside to be just like Louie. But really she was very sweet and afraid of him.
He yelled at her all the time and made her do terrible things. I remember her telling me some of the things he used to make her do. It was just awful.
She old me that at the last camp they had worked he made her watch when he raped the thirteen-year-old campers.
He used to tie her up and hide her in the closet with her eye at the keyhole. She couldn't move an inch and had to watch the whole thing.
He used to get girls to come to his room and trick them in to sucking his cock. He loved for them to go down on him. That's a word I learned from Lana. It means for a girl to take a boy's cock all the way into her mouth and suck it. Louie loves for little girls to do that.
He used to make Lana swear that she was in the room with him when they accused him of doing all those things. She had to protect him. It was horrible.
He used to make her eat out the girls who came. He used her to get them to come to his room. She is so sweet, it's easy to trust her. You believe everything she says. It's hard to think she would do anything nasty.
He would get her to be nice to the girls and get them to come and stay with her. She would get them to kiss and hug her. She would turn them on and then Louie would come in and have his fun.
They used to be so excited after Lana kissed and hugged them that they didn't care what Louie did. Anyway, he was big and once they were half-undressed they couldn't do anything about it anyway.
She told me that after a while she got to like doing all those things. What else could she do? He didn't let her do anything else. The only time he fucked her was after he fucked the little campers. So if she wanted him she had to get them there for him first.
She said that sometimes she got so horny watching him fuck those little girls that she thought she would shake her crotch to pieces masturbating.
I started to feel sorry for her. It was the day after Louie had come in and fucked me. I was still feeling randy. He had really blown my mind when he did that fucking stuff.
We were sitting in front of the Arts House in the middle of the afternoon.
Lana held my hand as she told me that story. It was so strange to be sitting there holding her hand in the middle of the camp. But you know I sort of liked it. I didn't care what people said.
She told me all about Louie and I felt so sorry for her. I asked her what I could do to help her. She looked as if she was going to cry. I remember exactly what she said.
"I'm really sorry you asked that," she said. "I hate to have you do something so horrible just for me. But if you really want to help me you can come to the back of the theater tonight."
I wanted to please her. I told her that I would come to the back of the theater. But I was so scared. The theater was all closed up? most nights. Unless there was a play or something it was locked.
That night when I got there it was very dark. I guess there was no moon. I stood in the doorway staring and trying to make sense out of the vision of Lana lying under me.
But all the while I was standing there my guts kept shaking and my knees were all loose. I could hardly stand up for the lust inside me. I just wanted to feel something hard inside me.
Finally, there she was, in front of me. I looked behind her in the dark and I was glad. Louie wasn't there.
-I hugged her. I don't know why. It just seemed like I had to do it. Very quickly, I kissed her deep with my tongue. I felt a little trickle of lust in my guts. I was creaming in my pants.
I leaned closer against her and tried to hug her tight around the waist. But she pushed me away.
"Not here," she said. She pulled me into the dark hollow-sounding theater. Backstage it was musty and dusty. I heard our panting breath. We sounded like two marauding animals. Very softly, she lead me by the hand across the backstage to the rolls of canvas way up against the rear wall. It was so dark in there that I couldn't help but be frightened. I held tighter to her hand. She felt me holding on and squeezed mine too.
Suddenly, the world tumbled in around us. I felt someone pull around my neck and I couldn't breathe. I tried to claw the hands away. But they were so strong. Then I lost my balance and tumbled over in the dark.
When I hit the canvas my feet went up in the air and I felt someone fall on top of me. I heard low grunts. There was more than one.
They tore at my clothes with a savageness which scared me. I tried to fight them, but I couldn't. My shirt was torn, my shorts came off and my underpants were in tatters.
Quickly, I tried to cover myself with my hands, but there was someone between my legs.
I tried to press my thighs together, but the hairy masculine thighs pressed them wide apart and I felt a hard long dick strike right up my hole.
I heard Lana yelling. I kept hearing her cry out the name Louie. I fought up at the face of the thing pounding on top of me. I clawed at his face and found it smooth and beardless. His hair was short and thin across his forehead.
I tried to pull the hair out, but the demon on top of me just kept biting and sucking at my neck. He licked and chewed up and down. His whole body was hot against me.
I tried to force him off. His chest pressed down and I couldn't breathe. He pressed hard with his hands flat on my tits. I couldn't move!
I felt myself getting hot in spite of myself. Then I felt someone's fingers reach under him and part the lips of my cunt. They tickled me there and wriggled around.
Faster and faster they went and I sighed. It was so nice to be frigged like that. Even if I was crushed in the dark I couldn't help but move around when those fingers were in my cunt.
Faster and faster they moved. Then the soft hands shoved into my love hole. Around the inner love lips they pressed and I moistened. My drops were like rain falling gently. I felt myself grow damp and the finger slid back and forth.
On top of me the dark figure kissed me and thrust his tongue deep in my mouth. I tasted the pipe smell and knew that it was Louie there. His tongue traced luscious patterns in my mouth. His hand kneaded my breasts and rubbed around the sides ecstatically. I shivered with each tantalizing stroke. He really knew how to thrill me. His fingers made little whirling circles on my flesh. My breath came in and out and he moved around sensuously on top of me.
His rough wool shirt rubbed on my chest and I felt my nippies taut and thrilled by them. The worn fabric of his pants rubbed smooth and leathery on me. He pushed one thigh between my legs and rubbed on my clit.
Faster, he rubbed into me and I felt a lovely feeling come up in me. It felt so good that I was going crazy. I moaned and he put his hand over my mouth.
He licked and kissed my neck. He pulled my head back and licked up under my chin. I felt the tingle grow as Lana's fingers pressed harder in my cunt.
I spread my thighs and locked them around her whole body. I pulled him down on top of me. I tried to twist his whole body against my bush. I felt as if I wanted to come forever. But I just couldn't make it.
I moaned and begged for her to suck me. I felt Louie slide off and Lana's lovely mouth descend on my pussy. Hot and lusting it licked at me. I thirstily drank up the attention with my cunt lips.
I twisted around under her and felt her naked thigh brush against my flank. It was so nice to have her there like that. I let her slide up and down on me in the dark. I couldn't breathe for the dust and mold on the canvas.
She sucked deep at my tender love lips. Her whole body pressed against me and I loved the feel of her naked bush against my side.
I wanted to come over and over again in her mouth. I felt my guts tickle when I thought that. It was so sexy to have her suck me like that. I wanted to pant and have someone crush my nipples and lick my stomach.
Then I felt his cock in my mouth.
The first thing I knew, it brushed against my lips and I nibbled it. It tasted sour and the tip was covered with a foul cheesy taste.
His dick was weird. It was covered with something, like another piece of skin. It wasn't like any of the cocks I had ever seen. It as thicker and the piece of skin was drawn back tight I licked and chewed on it. Louie moaned. I couldn't see him, but I could smell him. The smell of his cock and the smell of his randy balls mixed with his animal-smell. I breathed his musk and his sweat.
I fondled his balls and took his cock further into my mouth. I really liked it I pulled it all the way in and moaned with a lust which turned me on. It really turned him on, too.
She thrust against me in hard jerks. Each one sent shivers through her which I felt Her tongue curled around my clit.
She chewed on each one of my cunt lips. One at a time she sucked them. In and out of her mouth she pulled them.
The lust rose in me and I tried to push against her with my pelvis. She clutched at my ass and pulled me back and forth in her mouth. She chewed and supped on me like I was some kind of a fruit punch.
Faster and faster in my mouth Louie moved with his cock. It thrilled me. The two of us pulled at each other. His heavy balls hung loose in my face as he stood over me.
He took one of my nipples in his fingers and explored it with his fingertips. It grew long and hard under his touch. I pushed my breast up at him. He felt me push and slid his hand down over the whole thing.
His velvet skin made my body move. It seemed to make the juice flow out of my cunt.
I moaned and he jammed his dick to the back of my throat. I felt him throb there and his hands crushed one of my tits.
Suddenly, another pair of male hands grabbed my ankles. They were huge and powerful. They pushed my legs back high over my head. Louie grabbed them and held me bent back almost double.
Then with a savage thrust the faceless thick cock thrust hard against me. I felt his hands part my thighs.
His whole body leaned forward against the back of my thighs. I felt him all hairy and sweaty. I felt the muscular bulge of his belly. He stuck his fleshy shiv into me and took me all the way to the hilt.
I moaned and bucked against him. His hand rubbed around the top of my cunt. Bent over double, my stomach was bunched up on my cunt lips. He thrust his hand down into that boiling mess and made me quiver with his tingling touch.
I couldn't help but move. It felt so good to have him pull my clit longer and longer. Each time he did that he rolled his hips and his dick would move in tender circles inside me.
I panted and he tried to shove his cock in hard. He hit the back of my pussy and the shock made me jump. He panted and pinched my ass.
His hand down there was wet with my juice. He stroked the bottom of my cunt lips against his shafting cock. The pulling thrill made me start to pant faster and faster.
Each time he shoved into the hilt, one finger thrilled my clit, and the other pulled the delicate cunt lips around his cock.
Faster and faster he shoved into me. The passionate rod seemed to pump my breathe out of me with each pull. Each time he shoved in I gasped as if someone had given me a shock.
Harder and harder the unknown fucker stuck into me. I twisted around on his dick. I didn't care that I didn't know who it was.
His cock was so hard I could hardly believe it was real. I twisted and bucked on it. It slid in and out and I was completely at his mercy.
Harder and harder they pulled me apart. His hands were on my ankles pulling me back hard. Each time he pulled I spread my legs a little farther apart. His whole body fell on top of me.
I tried to squirm around his dick and I felt his sun burst about to happen. But before the mysterious fucker could come, I did! It was like a sheet of white water pouring down a rapids. Faster and faster I writhed on his dick and I felt myself going further and further up.
I shrieked and chewed down on Louie's dick. He jumped and I held his hands in his balls. He felt absolutely stuffed with cock.
In my mouth and in my cunt they poked with lust. Then I felt a warm, wet tongue play around my asshole and Lana's soft pleading voice down here. She pushed deeper and deeper until her tongue was four inches inside my dark hole.
She twisted it around. Her head was pinned against me by the mysterious fucker. His body pounded on me and I bucked in ecstasy.
The three of us together pounded against one another dripping with sweat in the echoing dark. I felt Louie's ball's hot and heavy in my hands and he got ready to come.
In my cunt the mysterious cock shoved deeper with each thrust. He twisted hard as if he could not stop. I felt the savage hunger tear through me as all my holes were filled with writhing pleasure.
I cried and moaned for them to hurry. I couldn't wait. I was coming so hard that I drew blood from Louie's ass as he stood above me and shot his load of hot gism into me. Harder and harder! It came and I felt all of them insane with passion in me. I panted like a banshee and shook every inch of my body. It was a heavenly fuck.
"It's time for us to go," I said. "You seem to have had a change of heart about all the things which happened to you last summer. Perhaps next time we can examine exactly why that has been."
INTERVIEW THREE
Liza T., didn't show up again for about three months. In that period of time, I lost all track of her. She didn't call or anything to inform me of her reasons for this absence.
I contacted her parents and found out that she had disappeared. They didn't know where she was or why she had done it. I wasn't worried about it. I knew she was mature enough to handle herself, and I also knew that she had the strength to stay away for quite some time. I simply wanted her back in therapy, because I knew that it was the best thing for her.
Very quickly I began to review all the facts of the case. It occurred to me all the while that there was some thread of consistency which ran through the whole thing.
Then it occurred to me that I knew where Liza was. I called the camp and not to my surprise found that Liza had indeed been there for the past two months.
It occurred to me to call the police but I preferred to handle it without them. I spoke to Lynn over the phone. She didn't seem at all upset when she told me that Liza had been there for two months. She didn't even sound flustered when I asked her why she hadn't called Liza's parents.
It all seemed very strange. When Liza got on the phone it seemed as if she were on the verge of tears. She begged me not to tell her parents until she had talked to me. She promised to be in my office the next morning if I promised not to talk to her parents, before then.
I promised, and the next morning there she was, tired but healthy. She was dressed in a filthy pair of blue jeans and a sweatshirt which was also filthy. She sat down and waited in silence until I gently prodded her to tell me the whole story. What follows is an exact transcript of that interview.
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I know I acted like a fool, Doctor. I'm so miserable. I've messed everyone in my life up. I can't seem to do anything right anymore.
I guess I should tell you what happened. It started the time I was here. Gosh, that was three months ago. It's almost summer now.
Well, I tried hard enough but it doesn't help sometimes I guess to try. Or maybe I didn't try hard enough. It all started, like I said, the last time I was here.
I told you all about the time in the back of the theater when they fucked me. Well, I- guess I have it sort of wrong. Maybe they fucked me but I loved every second of it. I wanted them to fuck me more and more.
They were the ones who wanted to stop. After that time in the theater they were so scared. They were afraid that we would be found out.
You see the guy who came in and fucked me in the dark was Sam, Lynn's husband. He heard about the times we were having and wanted in on it.
But he didn't want to let Lynn in on it. He said she was too old and ugly. I kind of agreed with him. But that made problems. He had to slip away to be with us.
I thought it was all right. But Lana and Louie were frightened that Lynn would find out and blow the whistle on us.
After that time in the theater I wouldn't let them alone. Everyplace they went I kept pestering them they wanted nothing to do with me. Maybe they were tired of me. Or maybe they were just scared of getting caught.
I loved to swing with both of them. I really liked Sam. He had a thick cock which grew real fast. All I had to do was call his name and it would get stiff like a peg. He was so funny when he got horny. Usually he was just an old guy. He could be funny but most of the time he was just old Sam. But as soon as he got a stiff peg he turned into a real stud.
He used to suck his stomach in and come at me with this gleam in his eye. Well I guess I loved to see him with his stiff throbbing dick coming at me.
We used to slip off in the woods sometimes. He wanted to get me alone. But I didn't like him that much. I always wanted to swing with all of them. He didn't think that was such a good idea but I wouldn't give him anything unless he convinced Lana and Louie to join us.
I remember one night out by the lake. He had arranged to meet all of us out there at ten o'clock. I was out there and then he showed up. It was a cool night and I was shivering waiting for the other two.
He couldn't keep his hands to himself. Even right out there on the waterfront he kept pulling me against him and putting his hands under my shirt.
I kept pushing him away. He was getting hot just chasing me. After a while I thought maybe there weren't any observers likely to show up. Horrors. I told him I wouldn't do anything just with him. He was dying. I could see the bulge of his cock under his shorts.
He put his arm on my shoulder and told me that he loved me. I said that he was a dirty old man who just wanted a little action.
Then I came up under his chin and kissed him. He put his arms around my shoulder and sighed. I reached down and rubbed his big bulging dick under his shorts.
I heard him moan and I made all kinds of little sweet little sounds. I pushed my body age inst him for a moment and he really went wild. He shook all over and I rubbed his cock under his pants.
Then I danced away into the woods. He stood there shocked for a minute and then chased me. But I ran faster than he. He tripped through the dark. But I didn't trip. I ran straight through the woods around the outside of the camp until I got to Green Lodge.
I tapped on the window of Lana's room and saw her there bending over Louie kissing him. I made a sound like a little bird and she looked startled.
"Come on out and have some fun," I whispered through the screen. I ducked down and a few minutes later she came outside with Louie behind.
I came up to him and kissed him. He pushed me away and looked around quickly. He was very nervous to be outside and exposed like that.
He took me by the hand and led me straight off into the woods. We were way out in the country so in a little while we were way out of sight of the camp.
It was pitch dark and there were no lights. I couldn't see. When Louie saw that we were far out of reach of the camp his attitude changed.
He started pawing me. He put his arms around my back and pulled me close to him. He chuckled and rubbed me against his chest.
His arms were very strong He pulled me down on the ground and ripped off my T-shirt. I felt Sam's hands on my back. His fingers kneaded the muscles of my neck.
He licked at me and I felt his fingers hot and clutching at my back. His fingers were at my tits. He reached around my chest and closed his fingers around my nipples.
Underneath me Louie snaked his arms around my neck and kissed lustily. His tongue shot into my mouth. The sweet melting feeling spread through me and I wiggled my chest down harder on him.
Sam was feeling up my back some more. His hands roved all over the soft padding around my hips. He pushed his hand under my pants and into the dark crack there.
He felt my ass cheeks. I tightened them in his hand and moved between the two of them. Harder and harder I wiggled my ass. The two of us writhed around in the dark.
Sam's hands were on me. He quivered on top of me and tried to turn me over. But Louie held onto me. His hands were on my face as he massaged the flesh of my cheeks. He held my head tight and thrust his tongue deep inside my mouth.
He nibbled on my bottom lips. I chewed back at him. He sighed each time. I nibbled on him. His legs kept pushing up at me and his hands clutched down around my ass.
On top of me Sam was tearing at my pants. He reached hard inside there and I felt myself twitching under him.
He was so lustful. The hands inside my pants were so hot and they gripped feverishly. He pushed his hands inside and popped the snap on my jeans.
He ripped my jeans off. I felt them slide down my thighs. My legs were cold against the leaves on the ground. I felt the sharp twigs there cut into me. I pushed my naked belly down on the cold ground.
Sam tore my pants all the way off and pushed his hands into my crotch. Louie pulled me back on top of him. I felt his naked chest under me. His dick was stiff and tall as he rubbed it over me.
His clothes were next to us on the ground. He poked his long aching pecker at me. Then he told me to go down on him, I laughed and twittered. It was so exciting to have him talk to me that way.
I swung myself around on him and went all the way down on his dick. It was hot and long in my mouth. I licked up and down it with a sweet chewing motion.
Faster and faster I sucked him. Behind me Sam licked like a dog at my ass crack. I pushed it up in the air in his face and he spread my cheeks.
Deeper and deeper he pushed. I begged him to give me an ass fuck. He stuck his tongue inside and licked at the mouth of my asshole. He pulled out of the crack for a moment and bit hard into the soft flesh there. His fingers fondled me. His whole body seemed to be pressing forward at me.
He tried to force his finger into my asshole, but it was too small for the unlubricated thing to get inside. I complained with a whine and he put his mouth there again. I murmured in my chest and he swirled his tongue at the opening.
Then around and around he moved his tongue and pushed it past the aching hole. Through the tight orifice I made him push. He shoved the tip of his tongue through the tight muscle. Little by little he came inside my ass and then the full length of his tongue was there.
Faster and faster he swirled himself around until I moaned and the three of us bucked together. Further and further in he went until the whole length of his thick tongue was inside. I felt myself cream under him.
My whole body was bursting. Hot and wet he shoved his tongue around and in and out. I couldn't stand the lovely feeling!
I begged him to stick it into me. He slid his tongue out of my asshole and pulled his dick out of his pants. He then pulled my ass up to his dick.
He pushed hard with his fat cock. But it slid hard into my asshole. He shivered and stuffed the tip into me. I groaned under the tearing pressure. It must have really turned him on to shove it there because he kept pushing.
Harder and harder he jammed his cock into my asshole. Fast and hard he jammed his poker into my rectum.
He fell with all his weight on top of me. He crushed his cock hard into me.
I screamed and clamped my mouth down hard on top of Louie's prick. He bellowed and I grabbed his balls. Harder and harder he thrust it into my mouth.
His whole body was stiff. He jammed my head down on his dick. I licked the length of his cock in my mouth. Faster and faster Sam was going crazy in my asshole as he continued clawing my back.
I didn't know which way to move first. I pumped and Lana's hands were also on my back. She kissed and licked all up and down on my ass. Sam sawed savagely in me.
Harder and harder he moved until I felt him rip one last thrust deep against my tender insides and shoot his massive wad.
Hot and steaming it shot into me, and I bucked up to take it. He made me take every last drop he could grind out of him. His fat body shook and he clutched with a savage lust.
There were grooves where he dug in there. Faster and faster, he clawed at me. He tried to thrust his hand in my pussy but his limp prick slid out of my asshole and I pushed him off with a little sliding motion.
My asshole dripped his white come, and Lana slid down my sweat-slicked ass. She put her mouth down on my ripped-open asshole. She ran her tongue tenderly over my red semi-virginal hole. Then she sucked hard and pulled the gism from deep inside me. The hot feeling was strange and exciting.
I felt her suck harder and then shove her tongue further inside. Around and around she whirled her long wet tongue. It scoured the insides and she drank down every last drop of Sam's come.
She nibbled around the outside. She loved to suck on me. Under me Louie's rock-hard prick was still in my mouth. I chewed its toughness like it was a root.
He grabbed my head up from it, and I slid wetly off. He pulled me and Lana up his body until my body was full lengthwise on top of him.
I spread my legs and he lifted my hips with his powerful hands. He slid his cock into my wet crotch. It slid hard along the lips of my cunt. The upper side sliced hard over my clit.
The long thick cock cut across my little throbbing one. Hard up along the seething slit he ran his dick until I felt it spike out from between my ass cheeks.
Along my asshole Lana ran her mouth over my velvet flesh and put the tip of Louie's cock in her mouth. She pressed the cheeks of my ass together around his dick. He felt the sweet pressure and pulled himself back and forth through it.
She pressed her mouth down hard and sucked hard with his cock and my asshole pressed together. I felt as if I were going to explode.
She pulled his dick up and down in her mouth and he slid his cock over my engorged cut He started panting and clawing at my naked tits. He pulled my nipples savagely and then on one stroke she slid his shoving dick skillfully up into my pussy.
Over the tight muscle at the back of my cunt he ran the tip of his cock. It was hot and I felt him shove harder and harder.
The two of us twisted, and Lana shoved his finger in my asshole. Her other hand went around under me. Our two creaming bodies crushed her fingers between us.
She tangled her fingers in the sweet curls tangled there. I was wet with come and sweat. I felt her fingers and exploded. I shook and quivered as Louie came in a long drawn out howl.
Like wolves in the woods we fucked each other howling and scratching. I felt each blast of his love cream hot and strong in my cunt and shook my ass with Lana's finger way up inside.
She bit on my ass cheeks and licked on the come which leaked from out my cunt and asshole. Over and over Louie shoved until I came with his thrusting. The blinding flash came and I felt her frantic fingers on my stomach. Wet and hot I came until I collapsed on his still-stiff joystick.
You see I liked it! I always liked it. Now I'm afraid I'm going to get everyone in trouble.
What can I do? I don't want to get anyone in trouble!
* * *
"It's all right Liza," I said. "No one is going to get in trouble. Don't worry about anything." I told her that I wouldn't tell anyone anything.
She relaxed when she heard that. We talked about how she wanted to be in the future. She agreed that she wanted to come and see me for a few months at least.
Her tears were gone now and she smiled again. It was so good to see her sparkling eyes. Her whole body seemed to be infused with a light which had been missing when she talked about all the trouble she thought she had caused.
CONCLUSION
With hard work and application Liza was able to reconcile her feelings of guilt at getting everyone in trouble. She got to see that all of the people involved were equally responsible.
She got to realize that her sexual feelings were natural and saw her job in the future as controlling them and channeling them so they were not destructive to herself and those around her.
She is on the road to recovery.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
I sincerely hope that I have achieved one of my purposes in writing this book: to illustrate for the reader the many and varied forms of deviant sexuality and their unhealthy manifestation. In each case, we can see a particular form of deviant or unhealthy sexuality, although all forms of deviant sexuality have certainly not been covered in this volume--there are so many!
In regard to Case History One, the girl will be helped by continuing and ongoing therapy if she can find the strength to cooperate with me and find the desire, the will, to change her situation. In Case Two, the boy was afraid of sexual confrontation with an adult woman, so he found sex with young girls. His understanding of this, however, will lead to a cure. It took Agnes I. three months of intensive and agonizing soul searching in her sessions, before she could cease her incestuous relationship with her son. Dean M. also came to understand the roots of his attraction to obese women, and soon he had his new bride on a crash diet. Freida L. found that her problem was not necessarily with losing her boyfriend, a thing that happens to everyone at some time, but her problems were more concerned with the subsequent depression she experienced. Making this differentiation was a big step for her. And finally in Case History Six, Liza T., came to realize that her sexuality, however early and brutally discovered, was not unnatural.
It is also hoped that I have achieved my second purpose in writing this book, that of showing how certain deviant problems can be cured through therapy.
