Incest, Analism And Other Deviations
by Herman Moss


INTRODUCTION 

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. 

* * * 

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. 

* * * 

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. 

* * * 

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. 

* * * 

"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. 

* * * 

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. 

* * * 

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. 

* * * 

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. 

* * * 

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. 

* * * 

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! 

* * * 

"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. 

* * * 

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. 

* * * 

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. 


THE END
