Off-Beat Sex-Cases Of Strange And Deviant Behavior
by Unknown 


INTRODUCTION 

In the past years, writers on the subject of sex assumed that any form of 
eroticism apart from strict heterosexual intercourse had to be abnormal. But 
thanks to our new-found intellectual freedom, we have been able to delve 
more closely into the subject. 

Reasearch has shown us that what was taken as gospel in the past years was 
far from so in many forms of sexual play. Today, we can readily accept 
oral-genital intercourse, anal intercourse, homosexuality in terms of 
affection in two people of the same sex, and even group sex as ways of 
enjoying eroticism that need not be feared. 

This book goes one step further into the subject of deviation. It goes into 
the never-never land of what may be generally termed "sickie sex," forms of 
eroticism that are so strange, violent, destructive or humiliating that even 
our modern society must consider them to be perverted. Whenever possible, 
the editor, with the help of specialized researchers, attempts to explain 
some of the underlying causes of these strange drives, and something of the 
personality that is prone to them. 

At no time is it intended to promote the merits of these or any other forms 
of eroticism. There can be no more personal choice than that of the form in 
which one will satisfy his or her sex urges. The only intention is to inform 
and explain. The pros and cons are left strictly up to the reader. 


CASE NUMBER: ONE 

 NAME: Bill. L. AGE: 25 

 OCCUPATION: Sales Clerk 

The bisexual male is perhaps the saddest of all the deviates. While all are 
sick and need psychiatric help in most cases in order to deal with their 
illnesses, they are at least one step ahead of the bisexual. He doesn't know 
just what's wrong with him. When he's with a woman he thinks he's normal. 
But then he gets the urge to make it with a man, and can't understand why he 
shouldn't. 

He tries to tell himself that he's not a homosexual because he does desire 
women and does have orgasms in bed with them. But there is always a terrible 
fear hiding behind the fierce denial. He knows that sex with another man is 
not normal. 

A slot in life cannot be found for him. Sometimes his desperation goes so 
far that he thinks he might be willing to go all out for men if he could 
only be sure that it was where he belonged. This is the story of just such a 
man. 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Look, doctor, I've been trying to deal with this thing as best I can. But my 
wife was getting sick and tired of my indecisions and my nights out with the 
boys. She wants to know just where our marrige stands one way or the other. 
And I guess I can't blame her. 

She's been putting up with this for a pretty long time. And on the whole 
she's been pretty good about it. But I guess there's just so much any woman 
can stand. 

But I told her I was trying to do something about it. She just wasn't 
satisfied that it was taking so long. Ever since I remember she's always 
been pushing me about something. Just like my old nanny. She's just like she 
was. 

In fact, my old nanny was the one who gave me my first sexual experience 
with a woman. I had been jerking off a lot until I was about seventeen years 
old. In our town, the girls were pretty chaste, and my allowance wasn't big 
enough to pay for someone. So I contented myself with beating my meat. 

She was about fifty-five at that time. When all of us were too old to need a 
nanny, she became our housekeeper so my mother could go back to work in the 
family business. 

It wasn't all by force. She just sort of kept offering herself to me, 
showing too much of her body, that kind of thing. And she wasn't too bad for 
a woman her age. Maybe I would have felt different about it if I had made it 
with a girl my own age. But in my virginal but interested state she looked 
sexy to me. 

I put my hands on her tits once and she didn't stop me. Instead she opened 
my fly and jerked me off while I mauled her tits. I had such an intense 
orgasm that I couldn't stand up straight after it happened. 

Then everyone except she and I went away for one weekend. When evening came 
she served me cocktails with my dinner. By dessert both of us were pretty 
drunk. 

She led me to the living room and then she lay down on the couch. Then she 
opened her blouse and showed me that she wasn't wearing a bra. I jumped on 
her immediately and began to suck those great big tits of hers. I had such a 
hard-on by then that I was shaking all over. 

I unzipped my pants and tried to put her hand in there but she refused. She 
wanted to tease me some more. So I started to jerk myself off while I 
continued to suck on her tits, but she stopped me. 

She told me that I was getting too big for that now and I was ready for some 
real-man stuff. So we went up to her bedroom and got undressed. She wanted 
to leave the light on and look at me naked, but I was too shy for that so I 
turned it off. 

We spent a few minutes just touching each other. Her heavy perfume made me 
feel even more drunk than I had felt downstairs. I couldn't stop myself from 
shivering a little. It was all so freaky, but it was also the wildest thing 
imaginable. 

She was pretty patient with me and started to tell me what to do to her. My 
heart was beating so hard that I found it hard to breathe. Then I began to 
suck her tits again and felt more comfortable. I eased my body alongside 
hers until I could feel my cock pressing between the top of her thighs. 

I was dying to explore her cunt and I slipped my hand in between her legs. 
Then I began to probe inside it. By her instruction I frigged her and 
manipulated her clit, until she was sighing and panting for more action. 

She moved my hand away and guided my cock to her slit. Then she pushed her 
hips upwards toward me and there was no way I could go but in. I took a deep 
breath and thrust it in as far as it would go. 

Quickly she threw her legs up around my hips and locked me in there. Guided 
by her humping body I was able to get the right in and out rhythm and we 
were set for a wild fuck. I would have come in seconds, but I guess I was 
just scared enough to enable me to hold back. Then when I felt my cock 
getting wet from her own orgasm, I shot into her. 

We made it together a lot after that. But she lost me because of what she 
had taught me. I began to be a lot more self-confident and then found myself 
able to make it with girls close to my own age. 

In fact, I got so good about making girls that I had a reputation for being 
the best stud in my school. I got all the way through high school being the 
talk of every girl's club and the envy of every guy in the school. 

You would think those dumb girls would be afraid of someone like me. That 
they would want to protect themselves from the big, bad stud. But it was the 
other way around. They couldn't seem to stay away. Sometimes I wondered if I 
wasn't the main attraction in that town for girls. 

But I got pretty bored with those silly girls. When I was in my last year of 
college I quit and went to work. There I met a woman thirty years older than 
myself and got hooked on her. 

I told my folks that I wanted to marry her. I had to leave them behind, 
never to return, in order to do it. And for a woman her age, she was quite a 
hot chick. Later on I found she was working so hard at it because she knew 
she was getting old. She never loved me, did she? Just wanted my young body 
so she could make believe that she was still young herself. 

But she refused to do anything except straight fucking. Not that she didn't 
give me a lot of that. But it always had to be in the conventional way. I 
got bored with her in not too long at all. I'd been having more kicks when I 
was single. But it was my old need for older women that got me stuck with 
her. 

I let this friend of mine at a cocktail party go to work on her. I wanted to 
see how far she would go. He petted and kissed her, plying her with drinks 
until she was too drunk to fight him off. 

Then he laid her down on the couch and began to undress her. Meanwhile I was 
making out with his date, so she didn't care what he was doing. But I told 
her what was going on and we tiptoed into the study where they were alone 
and stood by, watching them. 

When we walked in there, he already had his hand up her cunt and was busy 
getting her juiced up. I was horny just watching the action, and having this 
other girl so close by. I looked at her and saw that the same thing was on 
her mind. 

So I unzipped my pants and let her start to play with me. But I got quite a 
surprise when I tried to undress her and lay her down on the floor. She let 
me frig her but that was all. I was aching to slip it into her cunt. 

"No, not me. Give it to him. He'd just love it up his ass. He told me so. 
Told me to get you to come in here and give it to him." 

The whole thing would have turned me off if I wasn't so horny already, and 
my wife was close to getting her rocks off by that guy. So with this dame, 
massaging my balls, I climbed on top of him and shoved it right in. 

I was surprised to find out how easily it slipped right into his ass. That 
character knew I would do it to him all along, and he had greased himself to 
get ready! 

Still, I needed that girl massaging my balls to keep it going until the 
feeling of a cock in a hole got to me and all that mattered was to keep 
humping until I came, which I did. 

But there was one more surprise yet to come. When I was just about at my 
peak, the girl started to tongue my asshole. Then she stuck her finger in 
there and kept working it in and out as I shot my load up her boy friend's 
ass. 

My wife was too drunk for me to take her home that night. So the three of us 
left her right where she was and went into one of the bedrooms together to 
spend the night. 

Those two told me all about how it was to make it a threesome and other 
variations like that. And all the time they were talking me into it, there 
was this girl down between my legs, licking my balls and fingering my ass. 

So I was all for it, when she laid down for me to fuck her. I guess I was 
expecting him to give it to me up the ass as soon as I got started with her. 
But I tried to put it out of my mind or I wouldn't have been able to go 
through with it. 

I started to fuck her, and all the time she kept whispering to me about how 
wild it would be to have my cock in her while he had his cock in me. Before 
I realized it, I was screaming for him to shove it to me. 

He was happy to oblige and the three of us went at it until we all came. I 
don't know about them, since they'd been through it before. But for me it 
was the wildest kick of all, and I've had a good share of those myself. 

I made it with the two of them quite a few times after that. My old wife had 
gone back to her old ways, and pretty soon I wouldn't have sex with her at 
all. I was getting plenty of it partying in groups with my friends, and 
didn't have any use for her doddering, conventional ways. 

That's when she started nagging me to come to you. She begged, pleaded, 
threatened and told me I was a sickie and needed help. I'm still sure she 
doesn't care whether I'm sick or not sick. She just wants to keep me all to 
herself. 

Didn't she tell you to get me to give up my carousing and making it with 
men, so I would stay home and keep her happy? Oh, I forgot. Doctors aren't 
allowed to divulge information like that. 

Well, I have to admit that some of my sexual experience couldn't be 
classified as entirely normal. But as long as I'm happy, and I'm not hurting 
anyone, what difference does it make? 

Oh, her. Well, she's pretty neurotic too, isn't she? Always wearing clothes 
that are styles much too young for her, and all that thick make-up and 
stuff. Doesn't she need therapy also? Isn't she sick for marrying someone as 
young as me in the first place? 

I'll make a deal with you doc. I'll let you cure me, provided you make her 
come in for therapy also. Maybe if you can get her cured, and I don't feel 
so guilty about divorcing her, we may find an answer. If I'm sick, then 
she's where it all began. 

You know, that's not such a bad idea after all. You cure me of my bisexual 
habits, and you'll also cure me of my need for old women. Then I'll be free 
of her. I'll be free of everything that's keeping me down. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

I almost made it, doctor, really. Those weeks were so hard, but I thought it 
was all over with. My wife and I were happy, finally. She stopped going out, 
I stopped going out. Every night, without fail, we fucked at least twice. 

But it couldn't last. I'm just not ready yet, I suppose. I will try, but I 
need more advice, more help. Maybe the next time I'll make it. 

It happened at a little party we went to. My wife and I started to get into 
a conversation with another couple. He was big and strong, a professional 
athlete of some kind, and his wife was one of the most beautiful women I've 
ever seen. 

Well, I guess you know what happened. My wife wanted to go with the guy. I 
couldn't blame her. I wanted him too. But that wife of his was driving me 
out of my mind. I knew she had the hots for me, and caught her looking my 
way time and again. Finally she started licking her lips every time I looked 
at her. Then she petted her lips with her finger and slid one into her 
mouth. She was sucking on that finger so hard I could almost feel her lips 
around my prick. 

By the time my wife and I went to leave, they were already coming with us. 
They offered us a ride home in their car, and I sat in the back with the 
wife while her husband drove. 

Halfway through the ride, we pulled off for coffee. I ran in to get it while 
the other three stayed in the car. By the time I came back with the 
containers, all hell had broken loose in the car. I looked in to find my 
wife sucking on his cock, while his wife kissed her neck from behind. 

Needless to say, I was hot as hell right away. I didn't know where to start. 
I tried to get in my wife's side, but I couldn't. So I went around and 
climbed in over him, then dropped down on the three of them. 

It was dark in the car. I ripped down my pants and started to jack off. I 
just couldn't help it, I was so hot, and no one had touched me yet. 

When my cock was hard and hot, I felt a hand around it. Then, pair of warm, 
moist lips around the cockhead. Before I knew it, I felt the rod surrounded 
by the inner heat of his wife's mouth, and I felt gism rising quickly. 

Perhaps if I had come in her mouth right then and there, everything would 
have been all right. But I held off, wanting to fuck her before I came. 
After my wife had sucked him off for a good ten minutes, I heard her 
whimpering. I knew he was coming in her mouth, she always whimpers when she 
tastes that warm fluid inside her. 

She was bushed, but he wasn't. I pushed his wife down and stuffed my busting 
prick up into her pussy, and felt her tightening up around me. I was just 
starting to pump when I felt a pair of hands on my buttocks. 

At first I thought it was my wife, trying to rim me while we fucked. But 
then I felt that long, fat, hot stick rubbing against my cheeks. I went all 
limp and sweaty as I felt the huge tool entering me. 

We fucked for hours like that, me screwing into his wife while that muscular 
bear rammed his cock into my asshole. I came at least three times into her, 
I don't remember exactly. The thing was, doctor, even while it was 
happening, I couldn't make up my mind which felt better, that warm, tight 
pussy around my cock, or that long pole deep inside my asshole. 

Even after we were finished I wasn't sure which I had enjoyed the most. I 
knew I liked them both. The very idea of wanting to give up one of these 
pleasures seemed suddenly wrong, a waste of time and energy. Why not, I 
figured. I knew I enjoyed them both. 

But my wife was furious. She said I had given up too easily. She made me 
promise to try again. So here I am with you again. I don't know what to do 
now. I don't really want to give it up, doctor, no more than I want to give 
up women. But I don't want to give up my wife either. I guess I'm really 
confused now. 

 CONCLUSION 

This man's problem stems not so much from any particular incident or series 
of experiences he has been through. More likely, it is a matter of 
physiological abnormality. 

This man is, to put it plainly, over-sexed. Many perversions, such as rape 
and sadism, stem from under-sexuality, in an attempt to compensate for that 
lack by over-doing other elements of the sexual act. 

But in this case, the man is very sexual in nature. He loved sex with women, 
but can't see why sex with another man can be wrong if it gives him 
pleasure. The point is, it DOES give him pleasure. Almost anything would in 
this case. 

If he were single, with only himself to worry about, he would most likely 
not even have come into my office. His life is fairly stable, he is 
reasonably happy with his sex life. But because he is married, he feels 
compelled to "get better." 

He is following his wife's judgement of what is right and what is wrong, and 
not his own. 

Until he can be made to understand that sex with other males is not normal 
for a happily married man, he stands little chance of overcoming his 
problems. Until then, he will no doubt succumb to the advances of any person 
who expresses an interest in him, be the person male or female. 

But his love for his wife may prove to be enough to overcome his problems. 
He sincerely wants to rid himself of his perversions. While bi-sexuality is 
by no means unhealthy, it is not the stuff of which a good, long-lasting 
marriage is made of. The very fact that his wife objects so strongly to his 
affairs with other men is enough to make him attempt to find a cure. 

Looked at in another light, the case may become clearer. A wife rarely 
permits her husband to have affairs with other women. Why then should she 
permit an affair with another man. In a relationship such as marriage, in 
which love and complete trust are paramount, there can be no room for 
outside love unless both parties are sincerely in agreement over the matter. 
In this case, they are not. 

 CASE HISTORY NO. TWO: NAME: (Emma S.) AGE: 26 OCCUPATION: Prostitute 

When I tell you my story, I'm sure you'll want to take pity on me. But it 
should be the other way around. You should be happy for me. As I see it, the 
turn-out of my story was that I finally made a success of myself. 

I guess you could say I was born to be a good lay, so why not make the best 
of it and get rich on something you enjoy anyway? My old daddy, maybe he 
would be turning in his grave, but my stepdad......Ha! Why he might even say 
he was proud of me and take all the credit for himself. 

And you know what? If he came right into this room today with the price, he 
could fuck me, or get sucked off, just like he was anybody else. Yeah, he 
sure could take all the credit for getting me started. 

I'm just about as Southern as you can get. But I wasn't no Southern lady, 
born in a fine home and raised with elegant manners. I was born in the 
poorest section of our mountain area. 

Raised in a shack with my mother eight smaller kids and a stepdaddy who 
spent most of his waking time, which weren't very much, drinking, fucking, 
and beating us. 

One night when I was about twelve years old, he crept into my room and 
dragged me out of my bed and into the woodshed out behind the house. 

There was always one of us being dragged out there for a beating in the 
middle of the night that when he would come for one of us, none of the 
others would try to stop him. 

That night, I guess they figured if he was good and drunk it wouldn't be too 
bad for me. Besides, they knew that if they tried to stick up and fight for 
me, they would be included in the beating. 

Why that son of a bitch! I hadn't even recovered from the whacking he had 
given me with a broom handle just a couple of nights before. Silently I 
prayed that he wouldn't open up the scars that were just beginning to heal. 
I'd gotten used to the beatings, but I did worry about my future. I was 
afraid that I would be such an ugly, scarred mess by the time I could find 
someone to marry me that they would throw me the hell out of their house as 
soon as they saw me naked. 

"Please stepdad, please. Isn't there a bottle or something I can get for 
you? Wouldn't you rather sleep it off or something? Please, I'm not even 
healed up yet!!!!" 

"Why chile", he said with a sly grin. "Whatever makes you think your dear 
ole stepdad wants to beat you at all? All I want to do is show you how much 
I care for you, just like you was my own. Only I wouldn't want to keep the 
little ones from their sleep. You understand that, now don't you?" 

I didn't at first, but now I was beginning to. I was still pretty young, but 
I was already well-developed. I guess that poor mountain trash seems to 
develop, you know, blossom out faster. Why, by that time I already had a 
fair-sized pair of tits and a tiny thatch of hair on my cunt. 

He did like my fair skin, blue eyes, and the long black hair I kept hanging 
all the way down my back. Guess I wasn't too ugly at that. The older boys 
had been watching me for a couple of months by then. 

In fact, he said it was the remark of one of the farmhands about what a hot 
lay I would be before too long that had set him to thinking about me. 

"After all," he said to me. "I feed you, put the clothes on your back, and a 
roof over your head. Your Mom's always complaining about how she's too tired 
and all. And when I whack her a few times to make her spread her legs for 
me, she'd no damn good anyways. So why shouldn't she let me have you to show 
me how grateful she is to me for taking care of you all? Why, if it wasn't 
for me she'd be takin' in washin' day and night instead of five days a week. 
And you kids,....why, you'd all be bare-assed and spread out all over the 
county. That old hag, your mom owes this to me." 

There was no doubt about it now. That souse aimed to fuck me and I didn't 
want no part of it! The shack was pretty tiny, but I did my best to get as 
far away from him as could. 

"Now come on, come over here, chile! Don't cringe in a corner like that. I 
said I wouldn't hurt you, now didn't I? Now you come over here to me before 
I change my mind and take a switch to you. What's your choice? The rod over 
your back? Or your sweet stepdad's tender, loving care?" 

I stayed where I was, crouched in the corner for a precious few seconds, 
trying desperately to think of a way to get the hell out of there. He had 
almost killed one of my little brothers when he tried to fight back. 

The next day little Joey told me how he had him get down on his knees and 
suck the old man's cock. He was so weak from the whipping the old man had 
given him first that he fell down before the guy got his rocks off. The 
bastard was so furious that he beat him into unconsciousness. Two days later 
when Joey was able to walk again, he dragged him back to the woodshed and 
made him finish the job. 

So you could see that I had good reason to be mighty frightened of what he 
might do to me. I can still remember sayin' my prayers. 

"Please God, if it's sex on his mind, then let him make me just suck him off 
too. I want to at least have my pureness to give to my husband. It's a cinch 
I won't be giving him a nice, smooth body." 

Well, this one time my prayers were answered. His cock was already starting 
to bulge in his blue jeans. 

"You know what a cock is, now don't you? Well, I'm going to teach you just 
how to make a man happy when he's too tired to fuck. You open my fly and get 
busy. Why, you never know. You just might get to like it." 

I have to tell you this much. I was a bit curious about men's sex by that 
time in my life. If only it hadn't been that rotten bastard. I pulled down 
the zipper and reached inside. Of course, he wasn't wearing any shorts. 
Curly, thick hair was the first thing I felt. Then this pair of balls. 
Finally, that big, thick thing in my hand had to be his cock. It couldn't a 
been a baseball bat! 

"Now get inside there and take out the treasure you find!" 

"But stepdad...." 

"You'd rather get whacked, I suppose...." 

So I reached my hand in and felt an electric shock as my fingers touched his 
hairy flesh. I had just grazed by it before. But now my hands felt his cock, 
which was really starting to get good and hard. I was amazed at how I could 
feel his cock quickly growing and changing. I confess that my fear dissolved 
then and I began to feel an exciting sort of tension. 

From then on I was too fascinated with the old man's cock to be afraid 
anymore, and he knew it. 

"So you like it, now do you? But you would like to feel this big old thing 
creeping between your laigs and then ramming into that tiny little slit of 
yours. Well, I wish that I could do that for you, chile, but I better not. 
It would be heaps of fun, but I wouldn't be able to marry you off later on, 
and I already got too many kids on my hands." 

He had dropped his jeans to the ground now and even in the dim light of the 
moon shining through the cracks in the wood, I could make out how big and 
fearsome it was. But it just did look so good to me, I swear. I started to 
run my hands up and down the length of it, and he was just so pleased. 

"I can see that I'm not going to have any trouble with you. You just put it 
in your mouth and you start suckin away, just like it was your Mommy's tit 
when you was a baby. 

Now . ... ahhhh, that's it....You sweet little chile. You sure you never 
done this thing before? Maybe some of the young farmhands, huh? Well, never 
no mind. Maybe you was just born to it. Kind of like a talent!! Say, that's 
just what it is. Yup, that's it, a talent." 

I had started off very slowly running my tongue along it and then taking the 
knob in my mouth. But he pushed my head down on it and before I knew it, he 
had almost the whole thing rammed down my throat. I thought I was going to 
choke. But he guided me up and down on it with a fistful of my hair in his 
hand. 

Then when he was satisfied that I knew what I was doing, he let go of my 
head, and I really started to suck on that thing. The way it had started I 
was trying to get him to pop as fast as possible. It was really late at 
night and there was chores to do at dawn. No matter when he did to one of us 
during the night, there was always the chores to do at dawn. 

But now I was getting to like the taste of the thing Would have been better, 
I guess if he had taken the trouble to wash first. But why should he have 
bothered with such a troublesome thing just for little old me. 

So I still wanted to make it happen fast, but now it was because I wanted to 
see how good I was at it. I just figured the faster I made him pop, the 
better I was at it. Even for the very first time, I sure can say that I knew 
what I was doing. I gauged my speed from his moanin and sighin'. 

M "Ohhhh, ahhhh, that's it chile, honey, nice, that's it. You just keep on 
going like that. Now! Move up and down real fast. Suck the whole thing in 
your mouth. The whole thing. Don't move. Here it comes." 

I gagged as I felt his hot come start shooting down my throat. But he held 
my head down hard on his cock until he had shot the last drop. After it was 
over I smiled up at him, figuring he was happy. 

"Was you pleased with me, stepdad? Now maybe you won't beat me any more, 
right? I'll just suck you off whenver you get the hankering and then you 
won't beat me, okay?" 

But it wasn't okay. He just stood there above me, staring down. I could feel 
the fury building in him. He wasn't happy with me. He was mad as a hornet 
now. 

"Why, you filthy little tramp. You're nothing more than the worst whore. You 
actually enjoyed doing that to me." 

"But I thought it was what you wanted!" 

"You thought. A stupid little ninny-trash like you doesn't have a brain to 
think. So you sucked off your ole stepdad and now you figger you'll be able 
to get away with anything you want. Well, we'll just see about that." 

That was when he picked up the broomhandle and started to beat me across the 
back. He was trying to remember where he had beat me before, I could tell. 
Because he would feel for the welt with his hands, then crack the 
broomhandle right on that spot. 

There was a sound outside and it must have startled him. He turned his head 
to look out and see what was happening. That was when I grabbeda rake and 
cracked it over his haid.I didn't even bother to hang around and see if he 
was alive or dead. By dawn that day I was miles down the road and almost to 
the next county. Leastways I had made sure I was far enough away that none 
would know me when I came to this farmhouse. 

He was a stupid man. Why, if he had just treated me right, I wouldn't have 
minded going down for him at all. Might of been pretty good for kicks. Guess 
at twelve, all kinds of stuff seems like it would be great kicks. 

Well, I went around to the back door of this big farmhouse. I could tell 
from the way the place was fixed up and the size of the land, that they were 
pretty prosperous. I did my best to smooth out some of the wrinkles from the 
tattered dress I was wearing. But I had plenty of confidence in myself. 
Filthy as I was, with my hair all in matted tangles, I was still a hell of a 
lot prettier than most girls for miles around. 

The blackie that answered the door took one look at me, listened to my 
story, and then told me that I would fit right in there. Seems the farm was 
owned by three brothers, and none of them was married. So I was a right 
desirable piece of merchandise. You have to keep in mind that girls are used 
as women a lot younger in those there parts. 

I guess I knew what was in store for me, but after the way I was treated at 
home, anything had to be better. The blackie took me into the parlor and 
told them men that I was looking for work and a place to live. 

Those guys, they told me to stand in the middle of the room and turn all 
around as they could get a good look at me. They whispered among themselves 
then winked at each other. It was the oldest of the three that spoke up for 
all of them. 

"Why sure you can stay. We wouldn't let a pretty young thing like you wander 
around the countryside and maybe get yourself hurt or worse. You can work in 
the kitchen and help with some of the cleaning chores. If you turn out to do 
your work real well, and show you're smart and know your manners......why we 
might even give you some schooUng and such." 

Guess you could tell that this was certainly a damn sight more than I could 
ever have hoped for. Deep down in my heart I knew that someday before too 
long I would have to fuck for one or all of them. But that was okay with me. 
Just fine and okay. 

Well, I worked for them for about near to a year and during that time they 
were pretty good to me. Every week they brought me home a new dress, a book 
to read, or a piece of sewing for me to learn. Before too long I was finally 
beginning to feel at home. Even more so than I had in the one I was born to. 

On my thirteenth birthday it was Seth that crept into my room in the middle 
of the night. I worked hard in their place, and by the time I got to bed at 
night, I would conk out pretty fast. 

So I was dead asleep before I even realized he was in the room. But I had 
been expecting it for some time. And seeing those three men in their drawers 
lots of times, watching the mares and the stallions, it was all getting to 
me by then. 

I never forgot the taste of my stepdad's cock and I never forgot the great 
way I felt sucking it. Yeah, I sure was hot to trot by the night Seth crept 
into my room. 

And I was kind of glad that Seth was the one to make the first move. He was 
the oldest and the one who had control of the land and the money. The others 
wouldn't be too eager to cross him, no matter what he decided to do for me. 

I knew that I would enjoy getting fucked by him. But what he didn't know was 
that I was prepared to give him a pretty terrific ride for his money. So why 
shouldn't I have the money for my trouble? Trouble, that's a laugh. I wanted 
it as much as he did. But I would be damned if he was going to find out just 
how homey I was. 

All he did was wake me up, then sort of cuddle with me. I acted cute and shy 
as I could. Finally he grabbed one of my tits, and I felt his cock start to 
rise pressed up against my side. I was expecting to have to at least jerk 
him off that night, but all he did was sort of groan and then run out of the 
room. 

Half hour or so and then he was back. I decided this guy would need some 
encouragement. 

"Seth, is that you? Why did you run away? I thought you wanted to stay here 
and keep me warm! God, but it's chilly in this room." 

"Oh, poor Belle, I just had to go outside for a minute, that was all. You 
poor thing. Let me get into bed with you and get you a little warm. There, 
how's that?" 

He had put his big, beefy hands around me and was trying to make like he was 
only hugging me, but he had both palms full of my tits. I just made like I 
was sort of scared, but wanted his arms around me, and he took it just the 
right way. 

That was when he began to kiss me, clumsy, just like a homey farmer would, 
you know. His mouth slid wetly down my throat. Then his hands were all over 
my body. He pulled the nightgown up almost to my neck. Then I felt his hot, 
sweaty hands squeezing me all over, mauling my tits and then my belly. 

But clumsy as he was, it was all getting to me. I could feel my nipples 
stiffening with excitement, and a funny kind of trembling deep down inside 
my belly, which I didn't understand then. 

Seth was getting frantic by this time. He realized that I wasn't going to 
stop him, and I guess he couldn't believe his good luck. I just sort of 
cooed in his ear and made like I was happy it was him that had come to me. 

He pushed against me, and I let him lift me up and then pull off my 
nightgown all the way. He sat to the side of the bed and then raced out of 
his drawers. 

We were both naked now and he just looked at both our bodies sliding 
together like they were. Suddenly his hot mouth plunged to my tit. He 
gobbled the nipple in his mouth and started to suck and bite on it. 

I loved the wild way he was making me feel. I cupped my tit and fed it to 
him, pushing more and more of it into his mouth to be sucked on. His hands 
were pretty busy too. They were working down in between my legs, and 
spreading them. He sure was clumsy, but he managed to get where he wanted 
to. 

Then he got sort of scared. Feeling my cunt against his hand sort of gave 
him stage fright and he stopped dead. Now I wanted it maybe more than he 
did. I was so close to what I had been dreaming about for so long. I wasn't 
about to let him leave that night without giving it to me. 

"Seth, Seth. You make me feel so strange and wonderful. Do you really love 
me all that much?" 

"Oh, yes. I do. I've been wanting this ever since the first night you came 
to our house. But you were just a little girl then. Finally, I couldn't 
stand it no more, watching you strut around the house, looking so ripe and 
me so close." 

"Then do it. I want you to do it to me. It will make me feel that you really 
do love me. Oh, Seth. You're the one I want. Not your brothers, just you!" 

He shoved his hand in between my thighs, then, and I felt his big fingers 
begin to probe into my slit. He finally got one of them worked in there and 
I shivered with excitement. Wiggling-it around in there was making me really 
hot all over. I couldn't wait for him to get on with it. 

That was when he took my hand, which by odd coincidence happened just to be 
lying right alongside his hard cock. He put it on his rod. I just wanted to 
grab onto it hard and start to jerk it off, but I controlled myself, and 
made like I was trembling and scared. 

I let him coax me into stroking it and then I managed just the right 
combination of shyness and excitement. He was going out of his fuckin' mind. 
I could tell. 

"Seth. You're making me so crazy. Making me think of such wild things. I 
feel shameful, but I don't care. I want you so, Seth. I don't care. if 
lightening strikes me dead. I still want you to make love to me." 

"You do mean it, don't you honey? I promise I'll take it real easy with you. 
You won't be sorry, I promise. I promise." 

I'd always heard there would be pain and bleeding. So I was prepared for it. 
The clumsy ox dropped his whole weight on me and I found it hard to breathe. 
Then his knee was spreading my thighs apart and he was pushing himself 
between them. 

I was a little scared just then. I knew it was really going to happen now, 
and there was no stopping it. But I also knew that I didn't want to stop it. 
Even though I was making like I was crying and shivering, my hips were 
gyrating against his fat belly, making him moan with passion. 

He stuck his hand between our bodies then and pushed his cock up against my 
slit. I squirmed at the touch of it, and then wiggled with excitement. He 
liked that little gesture. 

The ox held me tighter and pushed with all his might, which was quite a lot, 
I can tell you. There wasn't an ounce of gentleness or tenderness in him. He 
just shoved as hard as he could, and I thought he was going to near rip me 
apart. The sharp pain and then ... everything changed. 

The fence of pain was broken through, and all the pleasure I had been 
expecting was just beyond it. Now I didn't care about acting the part for 
him anymore. I just cared about getting fucked good and fucking him back 
just as good. 

And I sure as hell made him know I was getting quite a kick out of what he 
was going to do to me. 

"Oh, that's so good, Seth. So good. Do that to me some more. Don't every 
stop that. Oh, Seth you're so wonderful!" 

"Honey, honey. I'm glad I didn't hurt you none. I wouldn't ever want to hurt 
you. Just this. Just loving you up like this. Just what I'd always want with 
you. You won't be sorry. You won't ever be sorry." 

The pig was so hot and worked up that he couldn't even manage to fuck me for 
a while before he shot his wad. It was over right as soon as he had gotten 
his prick all the way into me. When it was over he hugged me some more and 
then mumbled something in his drawers as he got out of them. 

I wasn't paying much attention. It was suddenly chilly in that room, all 
naked and me sweating from his body on mine. I got into my gown. When I 
looked around next, he was gone. 

There was blood in my bed and down my legs. But I waited until I heard him 
go upstairs to his room. Then I ran to the kitchen and washed up. I got a 
fresh sheet for my bed and threw the other one into the furnace. 

Not that the blackie would say anything. I just didn't want the other 
brothers to know in case there was a fuss or something. If I kept it a 
secret, I could always use it against him in case he got me into trouble. 
You know what I mean? That kind of trouble. I wanted that farm and the 
money. I was determined to get him to mairry me, one way or t'other. 

Least that was what I wanted right then. Hadn't thought much about the 
outside world. Heaven and the top of the pile to me right then was a farm 
like his and money in the bank. 

And Seth had it. Could a done a lot worse I kept telling myself. A mighty 
lot worse. I soaked a towel in cold water and then pressed it between my 
thighs against my sore cunt. It felt good, but the hurt inside reminded me 
that I couldn't pull the pure stunt again. 

A stunt like that was a one-shot deal, and I had just shot mine. I would 
have to make it pay somehow. Even then, I could tell a pigeon when I saw 
one, and Seth was my pigeon. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

The next day was Sunday and we all went off to-church together as if nothing 
at all had happened. We all just prayed and sang like the purest angels in 
heaven. After we had said all our greetings to the neighbor folk and got 
back home, I helped the darkie cook an especially delicious dinner. 

Towards the late afternoon there was the usual visitors and I served tea and 
cookies. Funny, huh. I did it all with a warm and gracious smile, acting 
just a little like I was the real hostess of the house. 

Seth smiled at me approvingly, and remarked to his brothers how I could 
easily make one of them an excellent wife. Of course he was thinking of 
himself, but by that time I had nothing of the sort in mind. God, just the 
thought of that filthy, sweating pig slobbering all over me for the rest of 
my life was too much to bear. About the only good thing he had going for him 
was the fact he was born with a big cock. Else why would I have bothered 
a'tall. The money? Soooo....... 

You're right. I didn't forget about the money for a minute. I had learned to 
love hot cock. But I had also gotten a taste for the finer things. Didn't 
see no reason why I shouldn't have the both of them. 

But to do it I had to get out of that part of the country. I wanted the big 
time. Seth was only a quick roll in the hay for practice and some good 
times. His farm was only a stopping place so I could get the money and the 
training to make it all happen. 

Under my plate in the kitchen I found a ten dollar bill. It was obviously a 
reward for letting Seth get his rocks off the last night. I stashed it away 
with the rest of the money I had managed to save over the months from the 
gifts they had given me. Of course there was always just a little savings 
out of the household money to put with it. 

I was getting to know men pretty well. Seth had really enjoyed himself the 
last night. And he was sure to be coming back for some more. I bathed extra 
carefully that night, dousing myself with the toilet water they had given 
me. Just in case he was planning to come back for some extra fucking that 
night, which I was sure he was, I figured I would make him feel I was 
anxious to have him in my bed. 

Maybe I was funning about using the guy. But even as I washed my snatch in 
the tub, getting in good and deep to my hole to clean up any blood that 
might be left that old tingling of excitement started creeping in again. I 
tried to tell myself that I really didn't dig all the hot meat being rammed 
into my snatch, but there was no sense in lying. I was using him, taking him 
for his money. And sure I couldn't stand the sight of his sweaty face in the 
daylight. But at night, in my bed, with his cock so big and 
hard........well, that was something else altogether. 

I swear, when he was jamming that big thing into my tiny snatch, making my 
insides jump and quiver, making my heart beat so fast, and then that hot 
come pouring into me, he could have been the very devil himself. I couldn't 
care less, so long as I kept getting all that hot meat. 

So, of course, he did come back that night. What I didn't know then was that 
in the meantime he had borrowed some dirty books from a friend of his and 
had been busily reading up on some of the other things he could do with me. 
I heard him whispering to one of the hands before he came back to the house 
that this time he was going to ass-fuck me. 

Why, we didn't even have a whore in the town who took that kind of fucking. 
My letting him take me that first time had given him a hell of a lot of 
courage. I watched him talking with the guy from my window, and the two of 
them was sort of rubbing their cocks as they discussed the subject. Seth's 
was getting good and large. I couldn't wait for him to get upstairs and give 
it to me. 

So I was going to get it up the ass. It was for me ... and I was all for it! 
Man was I all for it. I wanted to have it every which way there was. Just 
couldn't get enough of hot cock. 

Listening to the two of them planning it, and guessing what it was going to 
feel like, I was getting into the mood too. And seeing them playing with 
their meat like they was, I started in to fingering my own organ. So by the 
time he finally came to my room, I was hotter than a firecracker. 

I would have liked to jump him as soon as he came in, but I forced myself to 
act lady-like. Strange! He was even shakier than he had been the night 
before. Later on he told me he was afraid it might hurt the both of us. Then 
he said he thought it might do me some damage that couldn't be explained to 
the town doctor. But most of all, he wasn't so sure that he would like it. 

But I didn't know any of that when he first came upstairs. I pretended to be 
asleep when I heard him come into my room. I was sure he would be more 
excited if he thought he was surprising me. 

Silently as a big man could, he crept into my room and stood over the bed. 
Then he pulled down the covers, reveling in the beauty of my blossoming body 
in the sheer white nightgown that I had pulled down at the neck. Now it just 
barely covered my tits. 

He rolled me over on my belly with my ass facing up at him. Then he pulled 
up my nightgown. I just yawned and reached up my head to kiss him. He kissed 
me back in his usual passionate, slobbering way and I slowly slipped out of 
my gown, leaving my body naked for him to enjoy. 

With a great effort at tenderness he ran his big rough hands over the cheeks 
of my ass. Then he spread them and began pushing one finger into my asshole. 
I gasped from the shock of it, but didn't try to fight him off. It felt 
strangely nice to me. 

"Ohhhh, Seth. What's that you're doing to me? Feels so strange." 

"Doesn't hurt you none, does it darling? Wouldn't want to hurt you." 

"No. Doesn't hurt. Feels strange, kind of good, but doesn't hurt." 

I sighed deeply and encouraged him to go on with some more by wriggling my 
ass against his finger. He sank it completely into my hole and twisted it 
around in there, until I stretched some. Under my belly, I was busy frigging 
myself at the same time. He didn't know it. But the double playing being 
done to my body, was making my blood start to boil pretty quick. 

He had brought some kind of grease along with him and now he took a glob of 
it on his finger and began to push it in there. He twisted his greased 
finger around in there, plunging it in and out. He was getting me ready for 
the big shaft that he would soon be plunging in there. 

I was ready for it as soon as he was able. What he was doing already felt so 
wild to me that he could have drove a pile hammer in there and made me come 
three or four times. 

Again I wiggled my ass against his fat finger, enjoying the wild sensation 
of being stuffed up there. Yeah, I understood all right what he was getting 
ready to do to me. And far as I was concerned he couldn't get to it fast 
enough! 

I knew myself pretty well, even then. And I knew that I was getting to love 
and to need sex more and more each day. And I knew that a woman could use 
this stuff to her advantage. So I wanted to learn as much about it as I 
could before I took off for better parts. This clumsy oaf wouldn't know if I 
was good or not and I could practice all I wanted on him. 

He put his hands under my belly and raised me on my knees with my face 
buried in the pillow. Then he put his big hot cock to the crevice between 
the cheeks of my ass. It was hard for him to hold himself back any longer. 

"Got to do it to you now, honey. I'm wild as a homey stallion. Your pretty 
ass up there in the air is just too much. Say you want me to give it to you. 
Say it." 

"Yes, Seth. Do what you want with me. I want you to." 

"You want it up the ass! You want it!" 

"In my mouth. In my slit. Yes, even up my ass if it makes you happy. I want 
to make you so happy Seth. Give it to me! Give it to me!!" 

He had spread the cheeks of my ass real wide now, and he stopped to feast 
his beady little eyes on the tiny hole that was gaping before him. It was 
slick from the grease, just waiting to be entered with his lust. 

"Tell me you love me. Tell me you want me to slip you my cock." 

"I want you. I want your whole body. I'm dying to feel your hot cock ramming 
into my asshole." 

That was it. His ego had gotten the boost it needed. He grappled a little 
more with his finger up my hole, then took his cock in hand and placed it 
right up against my rectum. With one hand slipped under my belly For 
support, he guided his cock in with the other. Soon the tight ring of muscle 
in my asshole was gripping the head of it. 

"Ohhhhhhh, oh my God, honey. Does this ever feel good." 

Then he groaned some more and carefully slid it all the way in, helped by 
the grease. It went in much more easily than either one of us would have 
expected. Didn't hurt much at all. Fact, felt kind of great right from the 
beginning. 

"Yes. yes. It does feel good. Oh, Seth. It feels so good." 

I couldn't help from sighing with the exquisite pleasure that this thing in 
my ass made me feel. And now there was nothing in his way to keep him from 
going right to enjoying the pleasures of my flesh. Every inch of his hot, 
stiff cock he slid through my tight little hole and right into my bowels. 

At first it was a little tough to get up a rhythm , but I helped him by 
pushing backwards on his rod to get him started. Man did he dig that! Now he 
was able to pick up some momentum. Pretty soon he was fucking me up the ass 
like he had been doing it for years. 

I was too. It was a real groove. I was still frigging myself without his 
knowledge. He pulled at my tits as his rod pistoned in and out of my tight 
little hole. Our grunting and groaning was so loud and abandoned, it was a 
wonder that we didn't wake up everyone in the whole damned house. 

I wondered if this was why they had given me the room downstairs? Well, it 
really didn't matter. If the other boys found out or not, I could still use 
what was happening to my advantage. 

I worked with him to keep the rhythmn going, and before too long I felt a 
quivering in my cunt. I had been frigging it pretty hard, because I was so 
excited by what he was doing to my asshole. I had gotten to doing it even 
faster as his hot rod moved in and out of that hole like greased lightening. 

The combination of the two got to driving me out of my head. Now I was 
shaking all over. I closed my eyes real tight to savor the new sensation. 

"Ohhhhh. Oh Christ Seth. Look what you've done. You made me come, Seth. 
Arrggghh, ohhhhhhhhh" 

My come spurted out onto the bed, but I didn't stop humping backwards to 
keep him going. His hands moved down to play with my slit and he found the 
puddle of my come. 

That guy grunted with pleasure at what he considered was a great 
achievement. That started his cock to working even harder. Just seconds 
later I felt that his juices were about to boil over. His breathing was more 
rocky than ever before. 

"Hang on, honey. I'm a going to do it." 

His come was sputtering out the end of his cock, but he didn't stop working 
his tool in and out of my asshole until it went completely limp and he had 
no choice. 

Then he just sat up and sort of stared at me. After a while he hung his head 
down and couldn't look me in the eyes. I guess a little twinge of guilt must 
have overcome him for having taken what he thought was an innocent trusting 
girl in a filthy manner. Filthy? Maybe out in the sticks, but in the city, 
man do they all dig it. And so did I! He brought me a wet towel and then 
washed me off between my legs and the cheeks of my ass. 

Then he sat down on the edge of the bed for a smoke and a talk. He still 
couldn't look me straight in the eye. 

"You know dear. I've admired you for a long, long time. I didn't want you to 
think that all I wanted was to fuck you like this. I mean, I really care for 
you, and I'd like you to be my bride. What do you say? Tomorrow you can go 
into town and buy yourself a whole trunkful of new clothes and linens for 
after we're married." 

I played the shy bit and pretended to be thinking his offer over. Then, 
after a long pause, I promised to be his bride and he gave me a hundred 
dollars for the shopping spree I could go on tomorrow. 

Early that next morning I went to the dressmaker and ordered city clothes of 
the finest fabrics the town carried. Every couple of days for as long as I 
could get away with it, I coaxed and wheedled him out of more money. I did 
it with a ball massage here, and a cocksucking there. Every so often a quick 
lay in the barn, or letting him make a midnight visit to my room. I always 
promised it was because I wanted to bring him the finest trousseau I could 
because he deserved it. 

My excitement was so contagious that soon they all got caught up in it. 
Before too long all the boys were bringing me little things for myself and 
the house they were going to build behind the big one for the two of us. 

Two weeks later I had everything I needed including my bus ticket and the 
connection to the east-bound train. Saturday night was boys' night in town. 
While they were all away, I packed, took my money out of its hiding place 
and cleaned out all the cash they kept in the cookie jar for emergencies. I 
just figured that if ever there was an emergency, then this was it. 

I wrote them a little note thanking them for the way they had taken care of 
me and for financing my trip. And I wrote that the trousseau I picked should 
be just fine for the next girl they picked up off a dirt road. 

That was kind of cruel of me. Seth had been good to me, and he had been a 
mighty good lay besides. But I was already well on my way to being a cynic. 
I dug what they could do to me by way of wild kicks in the sack. But still I 
hated them for the power they could have over me. 

The long train ride gave me plenty of time to read all the books I had 
bought from the town school teacher. I studied manners, speech, arithmatic 
and spelling. I used the better-dressed women on the train as models. I 
picked out the best-looking of them and copied their hair-styles and their 
social graces. 

By the time I reached this city, it was mighty hard to tell me from any 
other fine lady that might of just walked out of a fine home. My white trash 
accent only came out when I was good and angry. 

I found myself a nice room in a good hotel and then just took it good and 
easy as long as the money held out. Some nice men noticed me and would take 
me out for dinner, dancing and such. But I didn't go down for a one of them. 
I was mulling over something I had seen going on in the street a couple of 
nights before. 

There was this older dame, always loaded with a lot of cash living in the 
same hotel. Turned out she was a hooker. I got to talking to her and she 
told me how she got customers for herself. The kind of things they wanted 
and how much she would charge for them....well she told me everything. 

I gave it a little thought, but I still had plenty of cash and didn't bother 
about it. But fate has a way of working, I guess. I was feeling horney as 
hell about the same time I ran out of cash. I'd gone out with some 
fine-looking men, but still I couldn't let myself go down for them. Oh, I 
wanted to all right, but I was waiting to make up my mind about a few 
things. 

Then, that woman found me walking in the street one day, and invited me in 
to her place. Once I was in her parlor, she made me walk around naked and 
looked me all over. It was something like what the boys had done when I 
first came to the farmhouse. 

She told me she wasn't just an ordinary hooker. Said she ran a place of her 
own. Had girls working for her. Then she said that I was different than the 
rest of them, and in her business different always meant more money. 

She invited me to stay the night with her and this client of hers. I guess 
you could sort of call it a trial period. I was told to strip naked before 
the client came. She did too. And so did he as soon as he walked into the 
bedroom. Most of it I ad-libbed and they both went wild for my line. 

"Are you a good girl?" 

"The best!" 

"What do you do when there's no man around? Do you do awful things?" 

"What do you mean , 'awful things?' " 

"I mean, do you play with yourself?" 

"Is this what you're talking about?" 

I lay down sort of on my back and then spread my legs so he could see the 
kind of slit I had to offer. Then I started to finger my clit and make it 
stand up, much to his delight. 

"Hey, hold on a minute. I'm not going to let you insult me by frigging 
yourself into a lather, when I've got a hot cock just waiting to do the 
job." 

"Are you one of these stuffy old conventionalists?" 

"I'll say I'm not!!!!!" 

"Then what would you say to jamming your rod up my butt while I go on 
frigging myself. Would be a wild come for me, and for you too, if I don't 
mind saying so myself." 

"Does sound kind of wild at that." 

"And I will be your audience." 

"All right, you two, you're on." 

I could see that the guy was in a trembling state of erection. I was 
trembling with passion too, but I knew what I would have to control my own 
urges if I was going to make any money at it. So I used my urgent passion to 
work for me. 

I went to him and kissed him searingly full on the mouth. Then I led him to 
the bed. Kissing him passionately once more, I swivelled around and then 
lowered my mouth to his prick. I began immediately to suck on it, but used 
careful slow strokes. She had told me just to suck him enough to get him 
good and aroused, but not enough for him to shoot. 

In this position he found himself staring straight down into my cunt. He 
patted me on the rear, then swiftly stuck two fingers, one into each hole. I 
moaned and wriggled until they were all the way in. This guy had been around 
plenty, I could tell. 

"You do have a lovely little cunt, do you know that? But I'm a man of 
different tastes. To me your asshole looks even nicer." 

"Thinking about having your cock up there makes me wet, do you know that? A 
cock up the ass sounds just delicious to me." 

With his hands he spread the cheeks of my ass, then dug his two fingers even 
deeper into my twin holes. I couldn't hold back the moans of passion he was 
twisting out of me. 

"Don't tease me anymore. I want your cock! Give me your cock!" 

"Hold on just a while. I want you to play with me some more.!" 

This guy wasn't going to get the best of me. I began to nibble and lick on 
his testicles. He continued to finger me, but gave no signal of being ready 
to do anything else. So I brought my tongue down lower and stabbed it right 
into his asshole. 

Right above my nose I felt his cock get even staffer and jump in the air. 

"Why, you hot little bitch! Now that is dirty pool! Way-out, but still dirty 
pool! AAAHnnnnn, stop it or you'll make me come." 

"Then will you give me what I want?" 

"Are you kidding? You've got me so hot that wild horses couldn't keep my 
cock out of your rear now!" 

"Drop your head to the floor dearie and I'll hold your legs up on the bed. 
You'll be quite a pretty target for him that way." 

"You're the boss lady." 

Any kick at all was great to me. I did as I was instructed and the old lady 
held me in position for him. She even greased up my asshole to help him. She 
was helping me too. Some people might have resented what she was doing, but 
to me, she was acting as talent agent! 

He slid it right into my asshole without any problem at all. In one second 
he was humping it to me with style and ease. I felt the blood in my veins 
begin to boil. Even though he had no trouble slipping it in, I was still a 
nice, tight fit and he grunted his appreciation of this fact. 

My friendly madam, meanwhile had started to suck my cunt from her vantage 
point in holding my legs up and apart for him. I was in heaven. I was in all 
my glory, being fucked up the ass and eaten out like that. 

Everyone was moaning 'and'sighing including myself. Turns out the madam was 
something of a dyke. That was okay by me. I dug what she was doing and 
decided even while all this was going on that I would try some of that 
muff-diving for myself, first chance I got. 

I couldn't stop myself from coming right away, and then building for another 
one. She was frigged herself while she was eating me out, and soon I felt 
her tremble to her own climax. 

All that remained was to feel the come pouring into my asshole. He pumped 
away like crazy. My madam stopped sucking my cunt and went to sucking his 
asshole while he worked. In seconds he filled me with his fluids and we were 
through. 

The fifty dollars left for me told me that I was a huge success. The while 
thing hadn't taken much more than twenty minutes. Two comes for me, one for 
each of them and I came out with fifty dollars! There was no doubt about it. 
I had found my calling. 

But that wasn't all the old dame had in mind for me. She was going to use me 
for herself, teach me dykey tricks for the female trade. It was okay by me. 
I dug the way she had eaten me out, and I wanted to learn how so I could do 
the same for her. 

So I was already primed for sucking cunts when she decided to give me 
lessons. She asked me point blank how many tricks I knew. And told her that 
I would take on anything that was thrown to me. We made a bet and she 
arranged another threesome for the following night. 

But this time it was quite different. There was a lot more action for her. I 
took on some five or six studs for her before this special set-up. Once he 
got there, she began to lecture me in front of him, sort of like I was a 
naughty child. 

"How many times did you fuck today?" 

"Seven times." 

"You're lying, you slut. You only fucked six times." 

"I'm sorry for lying, but I wanted you to be proud of me." 

"Then don't lie. Earn my pride by being a better lay!" 

"I'll teach you what happens when you lie to me." 

Now she removed the wrapper she was wearing and tossed in on the floor. We 
both moved over in the bed to make room for her. Naked, she lay down next to 
me and took me in her arms. There hadn't been any kind of rehearsal. I had 
no idea of what to expect from her. 

"Now tell me again. How have you been behaving?" 

"Like a good whore should." 

"Then kiss me." 

I soul kissed her deeply and she went into quite a bit of passion over it. 
Then she slapped me across the mouth. 

"Your mouth tastes like a cock." 

"I was sucking his." 

"You filthy slut. And then you dare to kiss me?" 

"I am so sorry." 

"Sorry isn't enough. You should be punished. What do "you think I should do 
to you?" 

The customer, meanwhile was as dumbfounded as I was. But he didn't say 
anything. He just kept fisting himself and watching our word game like 
someone would watch a tennis match. 

"All right, all right now. Let me calm you down by frigging you while we 
talk about this. I know just what you need. And you sir, will have to wait 
while I take care of her." 

"You're being so kind to me when I have been so bad." 

I thought she was going to frig me until I came, or maybe go down on me like 
she had the last time. Just the thought of it was making me quiver with 
excitement. But I never should have second guessed her. That old whore 
always had a trick I never heard of up her sleeve waiting for me. 

She began to frig my cunt very, very slowly, teasing me more than bringing 
me close to orgasm. But slow as it was, it was starting to get to me. But 
the old whore watched all the signs and whenever I got too close she would 
bring me down again with humiliation. 

Her words and her gestures made it seem as if she was trying to soothe me, 
but now I knew better. She was prolonging the agony as much as possible. Her 
actions made me think she would let it happen any second now, but that 
second never came.....and neither did I!" 

She wanted me to act masochistic and humble. Finally, without her having to 
tell me, I caught on and began to play the part. 

"You're right, I'm the lowest whore alive. I'll do anything you say to make 
it up to you. Just tell me what you want. Just tell me and I'll do it." 

"All right. I want you to ream out his asshole with your tongue. And when 
he's had enough of that I want you to eat out my cunt. And after that you 
can ream out my asshole with your tongue. That should teach you what your 
mouth is for." 

"I'll do it. I'll do it." 

I couldn't imagine doing any of that, but she knew if she kept frigging me 
to the point of torment like she was I would do anything to be allowed to 
get a load off. 

The way she found my clit and keep rubbing it, and rubbing it, and rubbing 
it. Well, she could have shit on the floor and I would have eaten it, just 
to be allowed to get a load off. 

"That still isn't enough punishment for you. Do you know what else you are 
going to do?" 

"Whatever you say." 

I am going to have him fuck me up the ass instead of you. It will be your 
job to lick his balls, my cunt and then his ass, again and again. While we 
go at it. And you still be allowed to stop until we both are quite 
satisfied. 

"Yes. Yes. Let's get started." 

"Wait. I'm still not through with your punishment. After he fucks me up the 
ass, it will be your job to lick his cock clean and then lick and suck the 
come out of my asshole. Then, and only then I may let you get a load off." 

"Do you want me to start now." 

"Yes. Start eating me." 

I took an immediate nosedive between her, thighs and started to suck on her 
pussylips. She had worked me into such a frenzied state that I went at her 
like a maniac. I sucked at her fast and furiously, but the miserable bitch 
remained implacable. No matter what I tried to excite her, she seemed to be 
unmoved. I should have known better, but I didn't. 

"And you sir. You may fuck me up the ass now, if you like." 

"I do like. You know how much I dig freaky things." 

"But I'll need a little cooperation from one of you to get me started again. 
Look what's happened." 

It seems that during the commotion neither one of us was watching his fist 
as he worked his cock over. He had gotten a load off while the two of us 
were playing. I jumped at the chance to get my mouth on him. 

"Don't worry. I'll help you." 

I fell on top of him in a flash, landing with my cunt smack up against him. 
Then I started rubbing my hairs against his cock. It answered the friction 
by popping right up again. We were now all ready to go at it. 

The John was all for shoving it right up her ass. But she stopped him. 

"No, her tongue first." 

She didn't have to ask me twice. I went right to it. I stuck my tongue right 
up her asshole. Finally she was so hot she was aching for his cock. Then I 
spread the cheeks of her ass and helped him to get into position. The guy 
was wild out of his frigging mind by this time. 

He got it right up there without any trouble at all. As soon as he was into 
her all the way she rotated around so I would have a clear target of her 
cunt. I fell to sucking at it immediately. I was out of my mind too. 

With all the action going on around me and the taste of her cunt slick in my 
mouth, I was just about to come myself. I put my finger to my clit and 
started to rub. 

"Don't you dare frig yourself while you are eating me. That is my pleasure 
and you don't deserve any of it. And you'd better take it easy with me. I 
don't want to come before he does and spoil it for him. 

Start by licking the lips, then the slit. Now my clit. Ohhhhhhh, at least 
you can do something right. See what I've done to you? I come here and take 
your customer. I've got his cock all the way up my ass and what have you 
got? My cunt and his balls! Lick, lick everywhere. Use your tongue the way 
it was meant. Suck my cunt, lick his balls. Then ram it up his ass like 
that." 

The heavy groan that escaped the lips of the customer told me that my tongue 
had hit its mark. It flashed first from one to the other. 

"Stop it. Don't tongue him so fast. He'll come too soon and then he won't 
feel he's got his money's worth. Back to my clit now. Ahhhh. no, not so fast 
We both want it to last! Slow down Ahhhhhhh, that's it. Now! Harder, faster! 
both of us. Lick both of us." 

After a couple more minutes of this kind of action she didn't have to coach 
me any more. While I was licking her slit, I massaged his balls. My ears 
were going deaf from the sounds of their groans of ecstasy. 

Then, I felt his body tremble and his balls empty their load up her ass, 
just as she began to shake with her own orgasm. My tongue was still in her 
slit, and I licked up every drop of it. 

That woman had driven me to sexual madness, I was drunk on her come and I 
couldn't get enough of it. From that day to this, I've been hooked on sick 
sex. Anything that sounds disgusting to someone else is what I dig. 

And it's a good thing that I'm not ashamed to make money at it. At least 
this way, I can't be labeled a freak. I guess they just tell themselves that 
I'm doing it for the money and everyone goes home happy. 

But we know the truth, don't we. And it all started with my dear old 
step-dad.All his fault. Or was it? Maybe more than likely, if he didn't get 
me that day, I would have gone behind the woodshed with one of the other 
guys not too long after that. But doing it to stepdad was a kick. A lack 
that got me started going to all the freaky things there are in sex. 

Did you ask me if I'm sorry? No, I am not! And would I want a different kind 
of life if I had a choice. No, I would not! Maybe I could give up hooking 
for money, and try it with just one guy. But there never was one man born 
freaky to keep me going for very long. So I guess this is where I'll stay. 

 CONCLUSION 

In the case we have just studied we can see many forms of perversion in the 
one hypererotic personality. First, the male customer who desired anal 
intercourse rather than the more conventional method. It is likely that he 
would truly desire to be having intercourse with a male body, but refused to 
see that factor in his own personality. 

And so, he was forced to satisfy his desire by turning the woman around and 
using her rectum. By now seeing her breasts, he could unconsciously imagine 
that it was a man. 

But his unconscious was also telling him that he was sick. And so, he 
resorted to depraved diversions as well. He gave in to his urge for sexual 
degradation rather than fight it. Individuals like this are usually 
undersexed rather than oversexed. By the more conventional methods, this man 
would not have been able to achieve even one orgasm, much less two in such a 
short time. 

As for the main character of our little story: this is more than likely a 
hypererotic personality. She would probably be oversexed no matter what the 
stimulus, even if it had come at a later age. 

But the elements of her early stimulus, coupled with guilt for a virginity 
she still desired, made her desire more deviated forms of sexuality each 
time. This was a girl who claimed that she loved sex, and enjoyed having it 
with as many people as possible. 

But in reality she hated herself for having such perverse desires. Moreover 
she longed for a stable family life, something which she felt she had been 
robbed of. 

So at times she found herself hating men, and participated in acts which 
included other women for this purpose. Hers was an extremely twisted 
personality, and might have needed many years of careful therapy to restore 
her to somewhat more normal desires. 

But she refused to see it for what it was, and rather defended it than 
fought it. Her life continued on the same road towards more and more 
degrading scenes of eroticism until she finally had a severe nervous 
breakdown and was institutionalized. 

 CASE HISTORY NUMBER: THREE 

 NAME: Frank L. AGE: 29 

OCCUPATION: Unemployed Aerospace Engineer 

I guess every father has told his son stories about how great it would be to 
have his own personal stable of women running after him, and that they 
should all be young and desirable, but mostly that there be a lot of them. 

But sometimes a guy has a yearning he doesn't understand for women old 
enough to be his mother. I think they're still normal. For most of them it's 
a kick and nothing more. I can't believe that a faithful, married guy hasn't 
from time to time wondered what it would be like to have his prick up one 
type of cunt after another, and then have them owe him for the favor. 

Some of them will try it, maybe once or twice and then go right back to 
their own wives. They're the ones who chase after their women. But not me. I 
know how to use them and win. 

Me, I could take it or leave it, young or old, didn't much matter. But sex I 
had to have, and lots of it. As long as I got my rocks off I would take it 
any way it came, and love the way they would crawl for my prick. 

I guess you might call me a male nymph, or maybe a hooker, because lots of 
them gave me money. But I'm not really doing it for that. It's just the way 
I got started. 

From the time I was a small boy, I could tell from the looks of young and 
old women alike that I was something special. I was self-confident and 
arrogant right from the start. Everything about me, the way I carried 
myself, the way I looked people straight in the eye . ... I made it a point 
of letting them all know that I knew every damn thing I was doing and I knew 
that I was the best at it. 

I was married twice, both times to nagging, middle-aged, overly aggressive 
women who drove me crazy during the day and were no damn good in bed at 
night. I had to work pretty hard at it to get any emotion from them at all. 
Still I did dig fucking those kind of women and picked some up in bars for 
one night stands. 

At least they dug me, if only for the fact that I keep my body in this kind 
of top physical shape. I'm not cheap, but I'm not sure that I may not be 
sick. I don't care what anyone says. I would still make it with one young 
woman and be faithful to her if I could fine one that could keep me 
satisified and treat me decently. It's just a kick, that's all, and I still 
say that it's only temporary. 

Would you believe that I'm a college graduate with a Master's Degree in 
Space Technology? One of my wives put me through school for it, so I would 
be able to support her in high style. Can't thank her for much. But if 
nothing else, it did givesme lots of opportunities for meeting the wives of 
the professors. I was still swinging a lot with young and old at that time, 
so I never formed a relationship with any of them. Just a quicky and that 
was the end of it. 

Pretty soon the field began to fall apart and I was out of a job and on the 
unemployment line. There were quite a few months when I was being kicked 
from office to office, being offered jobs that a high-school drop-out could 
handle in a breeze. I soon got tired of looking for any kind of work at all. 

The weather was nice at that time of year and I would spend a lot of time 
walking around the main streets of this city, just taking in the sights and 
the people. Guess quite a lot of them were taking me in too. I am 
good-looking, aren't I? 

You'd have to call me slim, but I'm not lanky-looking at all. And what I do 
have is all hard muscle. Because my hair is blonde and my eyes blue. I take 
in the sun as much as possible and use a sunlamp in winter. It shows off my 
coloring so much better. 

Here. Let me show you. You're not shy about having a man stand naked in 
front of you, are you? See what I mean? I'm a good six feet tall, but still 
I don't scare the short ones off. Guess once they see this huge pair of 
balls I'm hung with and my prick . ... my prick looks pretty big, even soft, 
doesn't it? It is huge hard. That's what the women say. And it doesn't take 
much to get it charged up. I can tell that you're really not interested in 
old women, but just standing here naked in front of you, telling you about 
them, it's starting to get hard already. 

But it was still a casual pastime until the day when I was almost broke and 
living in a sleazy hotel. I was under the shower naked, when one of the 
cleaning women came in. Instead of going out again, she came into the 
bathroom and began to play with my balls. 

"Do you mind if I do this?" 

"No, not at all. Do you mind if I feel you up a little?" 

"Please do." 

There's something in the way an old woman can pick out a cock for herself 
and know that she won't be rejected. I don't know that it is. A look, a 
walk, or what. But they know. In no time at all she was good and horny. So 
was I. She stripped and came into the shower with me. She dropped to her 
knees with the water spraying all over her and started to suck me off. Her 
heavy, sagging breasts and big belly caught the water and made it run down 
in rivulets. 

I didn't want to orgasm in the shower. I didn't-want to get caught in there 
with her and the door open. We dried each other off with towels and then 
wrapped them around our hips, only hers didn't cover very much. My erection 
stood straight out in front of me and she rubbed it through the towel. It 
made me want to come so badly that I have to hurry to the door and lock it 
before someone who didn't dig that kind of scene saw us and blew the 
whistle. 

Believe it or not that was the first time that I played the old woman for my 
rent. But she insisted on being the boss and I let her do what she wanted. 
She wanted me face down and then made me get down on my hands and knees. 
Then she stuck her tongue right up my asshole and reached under to play with 
my balls. I was so excited that I shot my load before she even reamed me out 
very much. God! Did that ever make her mad. She turned me over. I was soft 
already. 

So I dropped my head and took her tit in my mouth. I knew she was angry and 
wasn't sure of what she was going to do. Maybe get me thrown out. She was 
always tough with her men before and didn't know what to expect from me. 

Scared as she was, still as I slid my tongue up and around each nipple until 
they stiffened, she started to moan. 

I let one hand slide across her belly and around her waist, then down to her 
flabby ass. My fingers slid roughly between the two cheeks. My head was 
still going up and down all the time, as I stuffed first one and then the 
other into my mouth and sucked on them. Her body was shaking and I plunged 
my thumb right into her asshole. It was really tight, and tightened even 
more against my finger. 

"Please, please. I never did it this way before." 

"You mean you never had a cock up your ass?" 

"No, never." 

"Then it's time you learned what it's like to be turned the other way 
around." 

Then I pulled myself up, grabbed her and got her into position. I took hold 
of her big asscheeks and spread them apart. With a hard push on the back, I 
forced her to bend over. As she bent, her asscheeks separated even more and 
I could tell that she was telling me the truth. 

Her asshole was tightly puckered back there. She had fucked for a lot of 
cocks with cunt, but never had her ass filled before. That infuriated me 
even more. Why shouldn't she be as deviated as I expected her to be? 

I took my thumb and pressed it into the tight hole, forcing it open, then 
reached the rest of my hand under her until I could grab her stiff clit and 
massage it. She was trembling again and moaning. But she was scared as hell 
I caressed her back with my free hand while I worked her asshole and cunt, 
trying to get her excited but relaxed. 

Finally I pushed my thumb a little harder, and she was relaxed enough for it 
to go all the way in. I could tell she would be able to take my cock now 
without much pain. I stood behind her and took my cock in hand, placing it 
hard against the wrinkled hole. 

Then I grabbed hold of her body and pulled her backwards onto my rod. She 
let out a long, deep sigh as her muscles grabbed onto the prick that was 
sliding into her. 

"Ohh, it's starting to hurt. Slow down. Please take it easy." 

"You were in a hurry when you rammed your tongue into me." 

"But you've had women do that before, haven't you? And you were so 
beautiful, I couldn't help myself." 

"Okay, okay. I'll take it easy with you." 

So I stopped and let her hole get adjusted to the rigid thing inside of her. 
Soon she was sighing with pleasure again, and I worked my tool slowly 
further in. 

She leaned her head and arms against the wall and closed her eyes. She was 
sighing and groaning to beat the band. In one swift motion I drove my rod 
all the way in. It sucked all the breath out of her and she gasped deeply as 
the full length of my cock filled her hole to the rim. 

From then on it was easy. I held onto her tightly and pounded way at her 
asshole without mercy.. In no time at all she was humping back at me. My 
hand was friggin her cunt while I was working. I was so mad at that bitch 
that I wanted her to come before I did. And that's just what happened. 

I guess all my hot meat being rammed up her ass like that blew her mind and 
she soaked my hand with her come. 

"So you don't like having it up your ass, do you? Then what's the cream 
doing all over my hand-Lick it off or I'll split you wide open back there." 

I put my hand to her mouth and she licked it off while I continued to whack 
it to her. Finally, all my fury spilled over and I shot my load right up her 
asshole. When I pulled out she sighed and dropped to the floor, blubbering. 

That was kind of the day of my cure. Guess I realized how ridiculous I must 
have seemed to any other men who might have seen me chasing after those 
women. The very same day I went out to a bar and picked up the first young 
dame who was willing. 

Well, we fucked and sucked and did everything in the book. And I found I 
enjoyed it again. Oh, yes, I still swing both ways from time to time. But 
it's mostly young broads that I dig now. 

I lucked out and found a couple chicks that really know how to make it in 
the hay. So it's only a little change that I go out looking for withered 
cunts. And when I find one, I'm the one that calls it quits and not her. 

There's this one chick that I found who's homey enough to keep even me 
happy. We talked about maybe trying a threesome one of these days and she 
thinks it's a good idea too. 

I wonder if that makes it more normal. I mean if you're giving it to an old 
broad up the ass while you're eating out a young chick or something of that 
nature. That just makes it a wild kick, doesn't it? And who cares if the old 
broad taking it up the ass is doing it only for a onetime kick or not? 

I just figure that as long as I can make it with young chicks most of the 
time and only go to the old ones for an occasional kick, then I'm okay. 

Maybe I'll even find a young chick I can love someday and settle down. Who 
knows? But right now, it's kicks wherever I can find it, and I'm very happy. 
And if I do say so myself, the people I'm making it with, young chicks and 
old seem to be very happy too. 

 CONCLUSION 

Desire for the elderly is a subject that has been in question since before 
the dawn of history. Even royalty practiced it at times, probably because of 
the scarcity of rich young men or strong young women. 

We are dealing now, of course with sex between young men and old women. With 
young women, the relationship is usually quite a bit more complex. There are 
usually more emotions involved. Women seem to need in their relationships 
with older men, an emotional tie to the object of their desire, so he must 
be the image of a father. 

They will try to simulate some sort of love relationship, if only to salve 
their consciences. It would seem that it is closer to their natural 
instincts for a lasting relationship and so a bit closer to the normal forms 
of sexual passion. 

But most often, with young-to-old sexual relationships it is quite a 
different thing. Only a very small number will claim that they felt any real 
passion, much less love for the old woman they had sexual intercourse with. 

This illness is rare with young men, more common with young women. 

To what extent these men continue their deviated experiences is their 
secret. Society has made him go underground and he is so insecure he will 
fight all attempts to help him. 

In this story, we dealt with a man who had no firm emotional inclinations 
one way or the other. What made him one of the devotees of sickie sex was 
that he would take his kicks wherever he could find them, with young women 
or old in either the passive or the aggressive role. 

Sexual gratification was his sole motivation in life. 

 CASE NUMBER: FOUR 

 NAME: Audrey B. AGE: 31 

OCCUPATION: Housewife 

It all started out as just a kick. We've all been close friends since high 
school. Many of us married right into the same circle. Those that married 
outsiders, married people of the same nature. 

We've picked up a few singles, also just to make it interesting. Our little 
town is out of the way for most things, so you can say that it started from 
sheer lack of entertainment. But also because most of our population happens 
to be made up of people who you'd just have to call swingers. 

There's a lot more done around here than other towns would stand by and let 
happen. 

We've all done our share of sleeping around with friends, wife-swapping and 
the whole bit. In fact we had done so much of it that we were bored and 
looking for something new and exciting. 

That's when we invented circus time. It's our most special type of orgy. We 
hold it every few months and those that don't participate have to take care 
of the booze and refreshments. It takes a fair sized cast, and the rest of 
our group is the audience. Then we have a big party afterwards and laugh it 
up. 

I was the one that thought it up, so I guess you can call me the producer. I 
was mistress of ceremonies as well as one of the chief players. They call me 
the top nymph around here, so you can see why I wouldn't be willing to miss 
out on all that action. 

Showing off is one of my kicks. Everybody has their own special thing around 
here, and I guess you can say that's mine. I dig putting on shows for 
people. I'm an out-and-out exhibitionist. And why not? 

I was putting on my own private little shows for the guys of the town long 
before the circus got started, and they were always asking for more. It 
wasn't easy for me to control myself enough with all those hot cocks and 
sweet pussies laying around the stage, but I did manage to put on the first 
show nevertheless. 

Besides doing some fancy fucking, we're supposed to be putting on a sort of 
play for the audience. I was the best of all, of course, I could smile, 
laugh and clown around. I could do it all stark naked in front of a crowd, 
taking a cock in my cunt, up my ass, and a cunt in my mouth all at the same 
time. 

As many ways of getting fucked at the same time as possible. Can you imagine 
the kind and number or orgasms you can get off in a scene like that? And for 
a really special treat, we would sometimes use equipment and animals. 

We would have music, costumes and stage props. The audience was even served 
peanuts and popcorn. And after the show was over, during the party, the 
audience could choose anyone they liked for a go at it themselves. 

Sometimes the audience was very rude. They would play with themselves or 
starting fucking their neighbor before the curtain even came down. And you 
really wouldn't believe who some of the staunchest supporters of our little 
show company were! 

One of them was a minister from a neighboring town. He came into our little 
theater one night by mistake and never went back to his home town again! We 
have some people in official capacities and I can't tell you their titles, 
because it would all be over for us if it got out. 

But let me tell you about one of our older lady participants. In bed at 
home, her husband claimed she was frigid. But when she came to watch our 
little circus, she would sit in the audience and frig herself until she came 
four or five times. Then she was hot to trot with any comets after the show. 
Her old man told us that once she got home again, she was her old pompous, 
frigid self again! 

Would you like to hear about the best show I ever put on? We had gotten a 
couple of really well-hung studs into the crowd and they inspired me no end. 

The group's tastes were getting even more freaky all the time, and I was 
really struggling to come up with something unusual. So for a couple of 
weeks before the scheduled show date we all sat around in one big meeting, 
trying to arrange something that would really knock them on their ears. It 
would give me an extra charge if they were really shocked out of their 
heads! 

There was this one guy who would never take part. But he was always in the 
audience and never missed a minute of it. In the couple of years that we'd 
been holding the circus, I can swear that he never had his prick into anyone 
or anything. Most of the time, he never got it out of his pants. 

He never missed one of our orgies either. He'd come right in to the middle 
of it and sit in an easy chair, sipping tea with all kinds of fucking going 
on around him. For kicks I would have all the girls and guys parade around 
the room naked in a circle around me. We told him he could select a few of 
us to perform for him. 

While everyone was arranging themselves for the group fuck he would gab on 
and on about the state of the world, some of his best business deals, and 
the trouble with the younger generation. 

Then, every so often he would look up and tell someone to suck that man's 
cock, or fuck this other girl....things like that! They would do as he told 
them, and he would go on talking as if he were in a church or something. You 
couldn't tell if he was being affected in any way. In fact, the only way we 
knew we had accomplished anything was that his eyes would roll back in his 
head and he would let out a groan. 

The bulge in his pants would shudder and pop up. He wouldn't even bother to 
take his cock out of his pants and would wet himself with his come every 
time. So he always carried an oversized trenchcoat to cover what had 
happened when he went out in the street. 

Now this guy was a judge and his father before him had been a judge in the 
very same town. Many of the members of his family were active in politics. 
His mother's side was the top family in local society. He himself had gone 
through three wives and divorced them. Only our group ever found out why. 

He was a freak, you see, just like the rest of us. He would force his wives 
to piss on him and shove bananas up their asses and stuff like that. Most of 
it was really harmless, but when they came from the kind of background that 
those ladies did, I guess the humiliation of it all was too much for them to 
stand. In our little group it would have been considered just another 
pastime. 

So our group inherited the judge when nobody else would have him. He wasn't 
that old, just about in his middle fifties. But he'd had it when it came to 
the polite social life. With us it was quite another story. 

I was curious about him for the longest time, and so were a lot of us. Every 
one of us offered to do anything he wanted for him, just to see if he knew 
how to fuck at all. But he would just laugh his deep belly laugh and order 
another cocktail for himself. 

I'd always suspected that he was more than capable of fucking. Guys like him 
sometimes have certain operations or medical conditions which make it 
impossible for them to hold a hard-on long enough for fucking. My sex sense 
told me that maybe it was something like that with the judge. 

Well, if it was a handicap like that, he certainly took the whole thing very 
well. He never complained, or got rough or nasty with anyone. Just watched 
us all get out kicks, got his jollies and then went home. 

I kept right on trying for him. Guess I kind of felt sorry for him. And 
there was something else. He was the only guy in the group into middle age. 
Me, I was only twenty-four when I started this, so fucking a guy his age 
would have been a groove to me. Just never happened, is all. 

But he was good to me for all the trouble I went to for him. Once or twice 
somebody from the outside tried to get us busted. Our charges were always 
mysteriously dismissed. 

It was right after the time he had done one of his special favors for us 
that we decided to put on the best circus of all in his honor. I even went 
so far as to write a script and stage a little dress rehearsal in the 
afternoon to make sure everyone got their stunts right. That could have been 
a mistake, because some of the guys got their rocks off too many times and 
couldn't get it up again to go on at night. But there were always a couple 
were willing to take their places. 

Finally, I got them all calmed down enough and I sat down with my favorite 
couple and worked the whole thing out myself. The show was to have a little 
bit of everything and the closing number would be a special tribute to the 
judge. 

My only problem was making sure that the judge's heart, and the state of his 
cock, would be able to stand all the excitement. I wanted to shock the shit 
out of him, but I didn't want to kill him. 

We opened the show with a boy and a girl doing a striptease routine, 
complete with a drumroll of music and bumps and grinds. They were throwing 
their spangled clothes all over the place. To liven the action the people 
out in the audience were stamping, catcalling and clapping to the music as 
they got down to the skin. 

You know those apache numbers where the guy tosses the girl around the room 
while they dance? Well, these two did their version. Only they were nude, 
and every time he tossed her or grabbed her it was with a finger up her cunt 
or ass. Or he would pick her up from the ground by grabbing onto the nipple 
of one of her tits and pulling. He would throw her down on the floor and she 
would lap at his balls, lying on her back. 

Then she would jump up for him to catch her. She threw her legs around his 
waist and up went his cock, right into her gaping cunt. They walked around 
and sort of fuck-danced like that. The girl couldn't take too much and fame 
a gusher, pouring down the front of his body. We all laughed and laughed. 
Then the number was over. 

For the next number we had a demonstration of sixty-nine combinations. First 
a boy and a girl walked out on the stage. She took his hard cock in her 
mouth and he turned her upside down, standing in the air. Then he buried his 
face in her cunt. A drum roll and another girl came out. She got down on her 
knees and started tonguing the guy's ass. Another drumroll and another guy 
came out. He laid on his back and slid under the girl, until he could stick 
his tongue up and lap her cunt. 

Then they all switched partners. The girls got together and sucked at each 
other's cunts, while squeezing their tits. The fellows sucked each other's 
cocks, while fingering their asses. 

As the last position, they formed a live chain, each with their mouths on 
the other's organ. The audience really dug that last routine, especially the 
judge. His eyes were rolling around and he dropped his cocktail glass on the 
floor. I thought we were pretty terrific myself, and I was one of the links 
in the chain! 

Third on the billing was a lesbian number. Three girls came out and sucked 
each other's tits, fingered cunts, and finally did the dildo routine. All 
this, of course, was complete with sound effects. You should have seen the 
guy's eyes bulge out when one of the girls strapped on a twelve inch dildo, 
and the girl took it in like it was someone's pinkie. 

She put it into her an inch at a time and everyone standing in the back 
counted as she went. The girl who took it in ground around on it to a 
calypso rhythmn, but she fumbled and orgasmed. So they had to end the number 
in a hurry. 

We did the same with two teenage boys. First they sucked each other's cocks 
from acrobatic positions, then one guy shoved his cock up the other's ass, 
while he jerked himself off to the rhythm of the music. They were only 
allowed to simulate an orgasm as I was planning to have the both of them 
later for myself and didn't want them to use up their ammunition. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

For the straight number I had written a little play, complete with scenery. 
It took place in the bedroom of a young boy who is studying for the 
ministry. The curtain opens on him in the nude lying on his bed and reading 
the bible. There is a knock at the door and he goes to open it. 

"I have come to devote myself to your following." 

(The girl was an especially pretty young thing with a very innocent 
expression and a gentle way about her.) 

"What a lovely young thing you are. You'll be a credit to the faith." 

"Then you will have me?" 

(A maniacal chuckle, and then) "Of course I will have you." 

(Aside) "I always do." 

"I offer myself to you and the faith just as I am, pure and unblemished." 

"Then I think a pure kiss to seal the bargain is in order." 

He takes her mouth with great passion. She returns it gently. Then he slips 
his hand under her skirt and says: 

"Show me how devoted you are." 

"Let me get undressed and I will." 

"Slowly and with a great deal of turning and moving around so that the 
audience can see every inch of her, she strips. Then she poses naked in 
front of him. 

"You see. I am pure and unblemished, just as I promised." 

As I said before she was really quite lovely. I dug her a lot myself. She 
had the whitest skin I had ever seen and jet black hair above and below. Her 
body was softly perfect, with breasts that were neither too small or too 
large to spoil her delicate appearance. She reminded me of a Venus straight 
out of a Renaissance painting. 

He takes her by the hand and puts her on the bed. Once she is in his arms, 
she murmurs: 

"My whole aim in life shall be to please you. You need only ask for anything 
your heart desires and I shall do it for you." 

"Then let me fuck you." 

"Oh yes, yes. Fuck me until you flood my cunt with your pure come!" 

With that she spreads her legs to the limit and throws her arms around his 
neck. He rams his cock into her and goes through all the motions of fucking 
her, but makes a point of almost pulling all the way out so that the 
audience can see it going in time and time again. 

They go at it until they both get their rocks off and then she goes into the 
gratified servant routine: 

"For you I would do anything. You can fuck my cunt, my ass, my mouth, 
between my tits or under my arms if you like. Or you can have them all. For 
you I have the strength of ten women." 

Again they soul kiss passionately, and the ace stud gets hard immediately. 
He lies with his front facing us so that we can watch it grow. She climbs up 
on top of him on her belly and swivels around so that her head is buried 
between his legs. 

From this position, while she is sucking him off, the audience had an 
excellent view of her pretty cunt. Her asscheeks were spread for this, so we 
could also see a lovely, tiny asshole. Yeah, J sure dug her. And that 
asshole was made for surprises. But I'll tell you about that later. 

He spreads her cheeks with his hands, then sticks one finger in. We could 
all see that she was genuinely hot for him, her juices flowing freely 
between her thighs. 

She had been sucking his cock and licking his balls. Now she bent her head 
down even lower and struck her tongue into his asshole. 

Then they lay down again side by side. He turned her around and quickly 
shoved his cock right up her asshole. He was a large stud, and the fact that 
he could shove it all the way into her in one thrust t tells you just how 
well-versed in the art of fucking she was. 

Her asshole was like a fine leather sheath for a surgeon's instruments. It 
was a tight fit, but one that could be entered with no trouble whatsoever. 
With a quick maneuveur they switched positions so that she was lying on top 
of him with his cock up her ass, her legs spread wide. 

He put his hand between her legs and started to finger her at the same time. 
She was a hot bitch, and she started moaning as soon as his cock rammed into 
her. This scene lasted for about ten minutes. She came four times during the 
act, but that guy was really amazing! He kept his control through the whole 
thing. 

Her sounds at times were like the baying of a wolf. Then she put her hand to 
her clit and started to masturbate while singing a hymn. This positively 
cracked us all up. 

She frigged herself so slowly in time with the slow hymn she was singing 
that you found yourself concentrating on her hand to see if it was moving at 
all. He too managed to keep humping her asshole down to the rhythm of the 
song. But he was one great stud, no question about it. 

Then she burst into "Glory, glory, hallelujah", and they both started going 
at it like crazy. I turned my head aside to check on the judge. There was 
his rod, jiggling his orgasm. But he didn't take his eyes off the couple for 
a second. 

Just in time too, because the guy on stage was about to shoot his load. He 
pushed up his whole body, sending hers practically flying into the air. They 
both came together and the scene is over. 

The show was so good, in fact, that for the very first time, our judge 
wanted to fuck someone right on the spot. We all lined up for him and for 
laughs, I blindfolded him. Then I got in the line and someone walked him up 
and down, with him grabbing and feeling us all up as he went along. Finally, 
he stopped by one and said "It". It was me. 

Everyone crowded around us to see what the old guy had in mind. If he was 
going to fuck me, this would be a monu mental occasion, and no one wanted to 
miss it. 

He was laughing and waving his champagne glass around, inviting everyone in 
the house to join in the circle. I asked him if he was sure that this was 
what he wanted and he said yes. 

Then he had one of the boys put me up on the coffee table. He spread my legs 
for me, and then asked for a bib and a spoon. So that was it! 

And I'll be damned if he didn't take that teaspoon and kept dipping into my 
slit, scooping up my juices and licking the spoon. Then with a great shout 
of, "this takes too long. Let me at your snatch!" 

He put both his arms around my hips and picked my legs up on both his 
shoulders. He started to muffdive me like a champ, digging his tongue into 
my slit, and making loud slurping sounds as he lapped up my juices. Sure 
enough, there goes the bulge in his pants again, and I watch as his cream 
spills out down his pants leg. 

We had finally converted him to active sex in our group. And later on that 
night I did get him to fuck me. I was right. Fucking for an old guy like 
that was a kick. There were so many wild kicks at our little circus. 

CONCLUSION 

Voyeurism of mixoscopis as it is called scientifically, is the sexual 
excitement aroused by the sight of sexual scenes, or even simply of the 
sexual organs of the opposite sex. To some extent this is entirely normal. 
This may be simply due to the rigid conventional secrecy in which the naked 
body is usually held. 

Many men who we could easily consider to be normal have in their youth 
sought opportunities of watching women in their bedrooms, and there have 
been probably quite a few women who have peeked in keyholes and such when 
they thought there was something going on in a man's room. 

In this case, we have seen a man who could only become sexually aroused when 
seeing the act of sex, while he could not find excitement when he was an 
actual participant. 

Most of the extremes of sexual deviations are found in men. They are 
extremely rare in women. But exhibitionism is one that can be found among 
members of the female sex. 

It is a form of erotic symbolism in which an adequate equivalent of 
intercourse is found in the simple act of displaying the sexual organs to 
persons of the opposite sex. The court rosters will show that this is 
probably the most common sexual offense of all. 

Usually, the exhibitionist is satisfied with the mere act of self-exhibition 
and the emotional reaction which that act produces. They seldom make demands 
on the people to whom they expose themselves. They seldom masturbate, and 
usually their desires are completely gratified by the display of their 
organs and by the emotional reaction which they suppose it aroused in the 
spectator. When that reaction is evoked, he is satisfied and relieved. 

The woman who told her story was an extreme and unusual case. She was highly 
sexed to begin with. And she was also able to derive satisfaction from 
actual intercourse. But she wasn't totally gratified by this and sought 
additional stimulus through exhibitionsim. 

 CASE NUMBER FIVE 

 NAME: Annette D. AGE: 26 

 OCCUPATION: Prostitute 

Now I'm a girl that can go from being fucked four times without a let-up to 
picking up a whip and beating the guy who just did it without batting an 
eye! I've been at this for fifteen years. That's right, and I'm only 
twenty-six now. I was raised and trained to be devoted to the divine 
ordinance of sensuality. 

I was born and raised in a small province of France. My father was a very 
strange man, and there had been rumors going around the town that he had 
some odd sex habits. 

When I was fifteen he decided that I should join this special "order" I 
didn't know anything about. I presumed it was a religious one. What else 
could it be? 

Besides, in a small French town, if a girl's father cannot provide her with 
a sufficient dowry, there is very little else she can do for financial 
support. 

I even went so far as to ask permission to select which order I would like, 
to enter, but all he did was laugh. There would only be one calling for me! 
He had been watching my body blossom into ripe perfection for some time. And 
now he told me that he had the perfect place for me to spend a good many 
years. He had already made the arrangements many months before. 

So off I went, railroad ticket in hand and a few pennies of pocket money to 
the speeial "retreat" situated high up in the French Alps. I had never heard 
of it, but when my father discussed it in our parlor one night with some of 
his close friends, they congratulated him on his cunning. He had told me 
that he visited the place very often. 

He said he always came back well gratified and refreshed. He also told me 
that the followers of this, order were of a stronger devotion than any he 
had ever met. That their work held the highest possible reward for them. All 
very vague, but all very meaningful. 

A man whom I assumed to be one of the leaders of the order, met me at the 
station. His uniform looked a little strange, but I couldn't put my finger 
on what made it look different. 

Was it the cut of the jacket, or were his pants just a little too tight for 
modesty? 

Well, I figured it wasn't my place to be curious about such things. He spoke 
very little to me in the car on the way up the steep mountain that led to 
the retreat. He introduced himself only as Father John, the male leader of 
the order and that he hoped I would be a good and obedient follower. 

I answered him with an enthusiastic "yes" and he said nothing more to me on 
the two hour trip. That really didn't matter to me at the time. I was too 
excited by the breathtaking scenery around me to notice the stony silence or 
the fact that I was riding in the back of a very expensive limousine, not a 
parish-type car at all. 

The life would be more exciting than tranquil, I was thinking to myself on 
the trip. Maybe they would make me a shepherdess. I had taken care of our 
flock at home. Or maybe I would cook and sew. I was good at those things 
too. Would I be lucky enough to get some higher education and maybe become a 
teacher in one of their schools? There were so many wonderful ' 
possibilities to fill my head with. I just couldn't wait to get there and 
get started. 

Now as I looked just a little farther up the hill I could see the high stone 
walls of the retreat. Originally this had been some lord's castle. And quite 
a fortress it was, too. There were many towers and high stone staircases 
leading to who knew what? And there seemed to be a great deal of land laid 
out between the-walls and the castle. 

There was just the slightest hint of danger in the air, but how could an 
innocent girl from the country notice it? From my eyes all I could see was a 
sort of halo, encompassing the entire area. 

Finally we were at the gate, and two men in monk's habits swung them open 
for the car to pass through. As we swung up the drive I could see all the 
nuns in their black uniforms lined up behind what I guessed was the Mother 
Superior to greet me. Just behind them was another row of girls dressed 
completely in white. "The novitiates", I said to myself. Soon I would become 
one of them. 

This "Mother Superior" greeted me on behalf of the entire order, and kissed 
me on both cheeks by way of greeting. I wondered if she wasn't just a little 
bit more than devoted, or the chaste and motherly kind it should have been. 
Well, maybe she was just a very gracious person, I thought. 

She escorted me down the row of girls and introduced me to each one of them 
by the names they had taken when they entered the order. I was too busy 
getting acquainted with everyone to notice that the gates had been locked 
behind me and there was no way for me to leave the place. 

Then one of them, Sister Ann, was assigned the job of showing me around and 
getting settled. She took me to the cell that would be my personal home for 
the rest of my life. Between the stone walls there was very little. A narrow 
cot, a small bureau, a lamp and a shelf. But the thing that stunned me most 
about the room was the full length mirror at the opposite end of the bed. A 
nun's room with a mirror? Unheard of! 

The very first glimmer of anxiety passed through my mind just then. But I 
figured that there had to be an explanation for it, and when the time came I 
would get an explanation. 

My bureau was empty. I wondered when I would be given my habit. So many 
questions. But this had to stop. I had placed my life in their hands and I 
would have to trust them with it. 

Sister Ann came back and took me to dinner in a very large dining hall. The 
fare was simple, but nourishing. Then I was instructed to go back to my room 
and bathe. There was to be a special ceremony that night, and the proper 
dress for the occasion was laid out for me. She told me she would be back 
later to help me get ready. 

I did as I was told, taking a long and luxurious bath in one of the big tubs 
in the washing room. I scrubbed extra hard, the cold water and harsh soap 
making me feel all the purer. When I got back to my room, neither Sister Ann 
or my clothes had arrived yet, so I used the time to try and figure out what 
the mirror was for. About a half hour later there was a knock at the door 
and Sister Ann entered with an armful of some filmy white fabric. 

But before she would allow me to inspect the garment, she got around to 
explaining what kind of life I had been signed up for. 

"You don't seem to be aware of it, so it is time that I told you just what 
kind of order this is. It is a sexual order. You will pledge yourself to 
fuck, suck, take it up the ass, and screw with women. Every form of sex 
imaginable will be part of your calling, and you will not flinch from one of 
them, do you understand?" 

"But ... but, how can that be? I came here to become a nun, not a 
prostitute. I can't do any of these things. My father...." 

"Your father is one of the founders of this order." 

Then before I could say another word, Sister Ann flashed a riding crop which 
she had tucked carrying under the folds of her robe. She quickly wielded it 
around and smacked me, hard across the hip. Even through the coarse fabric 
of my clothes, the sting was terrific. 

"Now that your future has been assigned to us you have nothing more to say 
in the matter. There is no escape for you from here. You must either follow 
the rules of the order or be beaten into submission. If you fight us too 
hard, it could mean your death. And your father will not help you escape 
from here, that I promise. He gave us express instructions to make you one 
of the best. So if you are obedient and do a good job of being a sex slave, 
you will have a good time and be amply rewarded. The choice is up to you." 

Maybe you might think that wasn't much of a choice. But even if they had 
allowed me to leave, where would I go? My father would kill me if I came 
home. And I had no money to try to make it in the outside world. So I 
resigned myself to my erotic fate under the threat of the whip. Only after 
my firm promise of submission was I allowed to dress in the ceremonial 
garments. 

Now I was led to the ceremonial hall and arranged with the other novitiates 
who would be introduced that night, I was surprised to hear that most of 
them had come willingly. But there were still quite a few, who, like me had 
been sold into sexual slavery by their fathers. Not until I was there a very 
long time did I learn just how much our fathers had received for our 
virginity. 

The ceremonial room of the retreat had been especially decorated for the 
occasion. Even though the entire purpose of the order was a sexual one, 
still it had established certain traditions and rituals which had to be 
followed. There was a psychological reason for this. It usually worked that 
the more reluctant girls got caught up in the ritual and soon became 
believers. 

The hall was kept rather dim, except for the black candles that were blazing 
from every niche and balcony. At the end of the long hall, lit by a hundred 
huge black candles was a raised platform holding a velvet couch covered with 
black drapes. Originally the hall must have been used for almost the same 
purpose ... for a king of some nobleman to receive callers. If they had only 
known what kind of a society would take over.... 

On the couch sat the Mother Superior, carrying her role much more like an 
evil queen than a nun. Her uniform was of the sheerest black gossamer which 
hung to the floor but was slit at both sides, up the front and the back. Any 
way she moved, her sexual organs were exposed to all those present. 

Above her throne hung a huge goldleaf replica of an erect penis, the symbol 
of the following. From where I was trying to crouch and not be noticed, I 
could see the Mother Superior surveying the line of initiates. No one could 
miss that she was licking her lips with anticipation at what was about to 
happen to all us innocent young girls. 

Sister Ann, as it turned out, was the second in command, and assisted at all 
these rituals. She was kneeling in front of the Mother Superior, wearing the 
very same uniform. To the sides were arranged in the galleries those already 
initiated into the order and behind them the men. 

In the center and kneeling just behind Sister Ann were the postulants, 
including me. My uniform was the same as theirs, only white. Our breasts 
were left bare. We wore only long filmy skirts, also slit at the four sides. 

Each of us was given a long, unlit black candle to hold in our right hands. 

Smiling and happy that all the preparations were in order, the Mother 
Superior gave the signal for the first initiate to be brought forward. They 
told me later that my father was in the gallery watching, and had wanted me 
to be the first that night. 

But I had managed to get behind a few of the girls. It didn't help. Sister 
Ann came looking for me and dragged me out from behind. She picked me out 
immediately from the crowd, and grabbed my wrists, bringing me forward to 
kneel at the altar. I had been carefully instructed with the crack of the 
whip in my responses to the ceremony, and I did as I had been warned to. 

When we were in front of the black-draped throne, I knelt. My garment fell 
away to the sides, revealing the cheeks of my ass to all who were behind me. 

"Why have you come to us?" the Mother Superior barked out to the crowd. "To 
become a Sister of Sin." 

"Why do you want to become such a nun?" 

"Because I believe in all the virtues of sexuality." 

"And what will you bring to this order?" 

"Everything in sex that I can do with any part of my body worthy of it." 

All of us were caught up in the mysterious trance of the ceremony and now 
all of the initiates were ordered to continue with the answers. 

"Do you promise to obey all orders without question?" 

"Do you promise to accept any punishment adjudged to you without protest?" 

Next the Mother Superior instructed Sister Ann to bring me forward to pass 
my first test. I was ordered to lie face down across a bench placed on the 
altar, which I did. 

In doing this, my ass was bared completely. A paddle was produced and Sister 
Ann began to administer a beating across my bare ass and thighs. This 
continued until I was screaming. My flesh was stinging and bright red from 
the beating. 

"Now then, you may rise." 

"You may thank your Mother Superior for the beating you have just received." 

With this last command Sister Ann removed the gown from the body of the 
Mother Superior. The naked leader then turned her back to me. I knew what 
was expected of me. I knelt and kissed her ass. 

The next command was to stand aside, and the leader lay down on the couch 
and spread her legs over the side. The front of her body, and especially, 
her slit, were facing the assembly. 

"Now kneel between the legs of our leader and show her how humbly you accept 
your role in the order." 

Now I had been instructed in how to go about eating cunt by Sister Ann in 
her room. At first, I had gagged at just the description of it. So Sister 
Ann had beaten me until I knelt between her legs, and stuck my tongue into 
her slit. She made me lick it until she came. Then I threw up and she beat 
me some more. By the time she had dropped three loads of cream into my 
mouth, I had the idea, and I had begun to like it a little. 

Now I crawled between the woman's legs and pressed my face into her steaming 
crotch. Her mouth and tongue found their mark immediately. The audience was 
treated to a view of my reddened ass as I ate the woman's hot cunt. 

This time I did my job well, and the woman came quickly. She let out a long 
sigh of pleasure as her juices poured out of her gaping slit. 

Now that I was initiated I rose, and the black filmy gown of the Sisters of 
Sin was put over my head. I was now required to lie back on a white silk 
chaise with my legs spread. Then each nun in turn came up to the altar and 
kissed the cunts of all those who had been initiated with me as the physical 
symbol of them all. 

I can see from the horrified look on your face, that you think this is all 
too way-out to be true. But I promise you that it is very, very true. The 
only reason I am here in this country and telling you about it is that the 
secret police finally caught up with my father and the other leaders of the 
group. By the time I was free to go, I had come to love my work. I was an 
expert in the field of fucking and came here looking for the very same 
thing. But back to my story. 

The biggest surprise of the whole ceremony, and one that I was not prepared 
for, was Sister Ann as the last one in line. Not only did she kiss my cunt, 
but she stuck her wet tongue in and began to eat me out. Her reward was the 
very first raging orgasm of my life. 

The closing token was the Mother Superior taking the unlit candle, then 
quickly breaking my maidenhead by shoving it into my cunt all the way up to 
the hilt. She pulled it out, and as my blood flowed, the candle was lit and 
placed on the rack, which would soon be filled with all the candles of those 
other novices who happened to be virgins. 

Each was broken the same way in their turn. After it was all over, all we 
girls were permitted to retire to our own rooms to rest up from the 
ceremony. The next morning the classes in prostitution began. 

I guess you would have to call it, well, prostitution, even though we didn't 
receive any cash for ourselves. All the money we made was turned back to the 
retreat to keep the place going. I'm sure a good portion of it went into my 
father's pocket, and the other men like him, too. 

In spite of the high state of excitement the muff-diving and the ceremony 
had put me into, I cried myself to sleep that night. There were some kicks, 
I had learned, sure. But there was also pain and suffering. 

But the worst humiliation was at least over. I had resigned myself to my 
fate and was determined to make the best of it. As it turned out I got ample 
pleasure in exchange for my suffering. But right then I was suffering more 
than anything else. 

There were a few good points about the life that lay ahead of me. Aside from 
the obvious one of having all the sex I could handle, we were allowed to 
sleep late in the mornings, and indulge in luxurious baths and make-up 
session, and gourmet quality food. We girls, of course, took it as one of 
the finer points of our lives. But in reality it was all carefully 
calculated to keep us in attractive and agile form for the high number of 
customers we had to handle. 

Obviously, our greatest appeal was the innocent appearance we put forth. The 
customers knew they were paying for prostitutes, but our appearance as nuns 
served their animal needs that are in every man to ravish innocence. 

For my first, I was told to wait in a pew of . the mock chapel for the man 
who would be sent to me. I was to play the part of the sweet innocent, but 
lustful nun. My customer had had many of our girls before. It was part of 
his own ego-kick that we enact the entire scene of the ravished nun. I was 
also warned that he wouldn't hesitate to complain to the Mother Superior, 
and she to my father, if my performances was not up to par. 

Even though the cross at the altar was crooked and tainted, I found myself 
kneeling before it, even though I was naked under the long, white nun's 
habit. I knew that the next few minutes would change my life forever. I had 
been trained to want it, and yet I was afraid. I prayed for the courage to 
go through with it. Then I remembered the pleasure that awaited me after the 
first problems. I began to feel braver. 

As I was kneeling there, with my face buried in my hands, I felt my skirt 
being lifted up from behind. Too frightened to move, I stayed frozen in the 
kneeling position. A thrilling mixture of fear and excitement swept over me 
as I felt the air carressing my bare skin. 

"My dear, you have such a lovely ass," the disembodied voice said to me. 

I knew that I should say something to encourage him, but I was too 
frightened to speak. 

"I would like to get a closer look at it," he said. 

Now I felt him spreading my asscheeks, and then a shock of excitement shot 
through me as he planted a kiss deep between them. Soon I felt his tongue 
licking my asshole. 

Try as I did, I simply could not keep my body from quivering. He took this 
as a sign that he should continue. And now his face pushed its way more 
deeply between the cheeks. His tongue was digging deeply into my asshole. 

"Oh, your tongue in there feels so good." 

Was this my voice I was hearing saying those sexy words? But it did feel 
good. I certainly wasn't lying. 

The man must have felt that his hard-on was getting unbearable, because I 
heard him unzip his pants to let it out of its fabric prison. As he 
continued to lick my asshole, his hand moved around to frig my cunt. 

He rubbed it just inside the hairy outerlips, and soon it was wet with my 
passion. He dug his finger in a little deeper to find my clit. Then he began 
to stroke it. 

"I can't take anymore. I must have you ... AND NOW!!" 

He straightened up and grabbed me roughly by the back of the neck. Then he 
dragged me back to the pews and laid me down. I knew what was going to 
happen next and I wanted it ... badly! He had aroused me enough to make me 
eager to submit. As he was busy dropping his pants and shorts, pulled the 
skirt of my habit up high enough to give him free acess to the bottom half 
of my body. 

For the very first time in my life, I was face to face with an erect penis. 
It frightened and delighted me all at the same time. If those cunt-sucking 
women had felt so great, then this had to be sensational, I told myself. 

The man knelt between my outspread legs, and with his rockhard cock in one 
hand, he spread the lips of my cunt with the other. 

"Please don't hurt me," were all the words I could find to say. 

"I wouldn't dream of harming a nun", the man growled in my ear. 

"All I'm going to do is jam this hot prick into your cunt as far as it will 
go, and I am going to pound away at your body until I fill it with my cream. 
But harm a nun ... I wouldn't dream of it." 

Now he lowered himself onto my almost virginal body. 

"Nuns are supposed to be obedient. Now you will obey my hard-on." 

I was too horney to think of making a protest. A tremor of pure pleasure 
swept through me as I felt the angry, swollen head of his rod push between 
the lips of my cunt and find its way inside. 

Every prick is enormous to a virgin, but his was actually outsized! They 
told me later that so many women had turned him down when it came to taking 
it into their slits, that they had turned him on to strange ways of getting 
his rocks off. 

As huge as it looked when I was watching it hover over my body, it felt like 
it was three feet long and half again wide once it was inside of me. 

Now he was panting and sweating as his whole body began to slam up and down 
on my belly. His frigging me had provided my cunt with ample lubrication, so 
the rod he was plunging into me now afforded me much more pleasure than 
discomfort. He continued to hump me, as his hands slid under my robe to 
grope at my tits. 

A new twinge of pleasure burst inside of me, as my nipples became 
sensitized, softened and erect. What I had been so mortally afraid of, had 
become nothing but great joy for me. A scream pulled itself out of my body 
as I shook with my shattering orgasm. The locking of my muscles on the rod 
buried in me was a trigger to his come too, and instantly I felt his cream 
shooting deep into my belly. 

Before he picked up his pants and left me, he complimented me on my style 
and promised that he would put in a good word with the Mother Superior. Then 
he walked out and left my lying in the pool of our mutual come. 

I was too exhausted to move right away, and since no one would enter the 
room until I came out to tell them that I was through, I used the few 
peaceful minutes to think about what had just happened. 

All right, so they made me do some disgusting things with a bunch of women 
which turned out to be not so disgusting at all. They beat me with a riding 
crop and a paddle. But then I was rewarded with being frigged by the same 
person who punished me, and they let me come. We eat well and have a pretty 
good time when there aren't any customers. There's no rent to pay. There's 
always a doctor around in case we need one. We don't have to get up with the 
roosters. Maybe this isn't the life I would have chosen for myself. But now 
that I've been forced into it, I could think of a lot worse. 

Once I had all this settled in my mind, I paid a lot more attention to the 
fucking lessons they gave us. I was taught to suck cock in several different 
styles and positions, then to swallow the come without choking. In a short 
time I could take it up the ass as well as the cunt. 

Further on in my lessons I learned to play the butch as well as the feminine 
roles in the sack with a woman, complete with dildoes and the whole routine. 
Much later we got into the sado-masochism stuff. Not that I wasn't familiar 
with some of it from the little discipline routines when I didn't do my 
lessons well. But that's just some of it. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

It seems that the Mother Superior wasn't into this for the money. She was a 
genuine nymphomaniac and she was ready to fuck anyone and in any way at the 
drop of a hat. 

There was this one customer who couldn't make up his mind which one of us he 
wanted. So she, myself and another one of the girls were assembled for him. 
A lot of time went by and still he couldn't make up his mind. Why, his cock 
wouldn't even get hard! So Mother Superior provided an answer that was not 
only good for her. 

"Let me make the choice for you. I will give you Colette to try out. And in 
the meantime you may also be interested in seeing what Sally here and I can 
do with each other. It may help your hard-on and after seeing our 
performance, you may want to try one of us after Colette." 

Having the good sense to get things going, Colette turned to the man and 
opened his pants. 

The excitement of what he had been promised, did him some good. His rod 
wasn't completely limp when she took it out for him. "I guess it won't take 
much fondling to get that thing ready for action." 

She reached further into his pants and cupped his balls in her hands. Then 
she squeezed and squeezed. That did it. He was ready to go. 

"Why don't we all get undressed, suggested the Mother Superior. 

Since we were inside the immediate walls of the retreat and were all dressed 
in our filmy uniforms, we didn't have very far to go before we were all 
completely nude. 

His eyes were glued to our bodies, so Mother Superior and I embraced 
immediately. The nipples of our tits rubbed against each other as we 
soulkissed deeply. We also rubbed our belbes together creating friction for 
our cunts. The man's eyes were wide open and staring into the heat that we 
were building up. 

Watching all the body action had given the man a complete erection, and he 
was now anxious to get started with his own. We two fell to the floor locked 
in a passionate embrace, and Colette took her customer to the couch. 

Catching her cue from the way we were playing with each other's bodies, she 
began to do the same with the man. We were hungrily sucking each other's 
tits, so Colette picked up one of hers and fed it to the hungry mouth of the 
man. Her hand moved down to his crotch and she began to play with his balls. 
Against her hand she could feel that his cock was getting harder and harder. 

By this time we two were furiously fingering each other's cunts. The man saw 
this and it made him hotter. He stopped to watch what we were doing, but he 
couldn't take doing nothing for very long. 

From his position just to the side of us, he could see the Mother Superior 
with her legs spread wide. He had an excellent view of her dark-haired slit 
spreading open to reveal the redness of the inner lips behind there. Then he 
saw me go down between her legs and soon he heard the slurping sounds of me 
eating her cunt. 

Now, as we squirmed around a little, we were able to maneuveur into the 
sixty-nine position. That was all the watching the red-hot man could take. 
He rolled my sister-companion over onto the couch on her back. Immediately 
her legs flew up in the air to make room for his body. 

The position she had now taken made her ass into a firm and fleshy frame for 
her gaping slit. God, did. it look delicious to me! The slit was nicely pink 
and gaping, but it got ever so much wider and more inviting as she spread it 
apart with her fingers. 

He couldn't hold himself back one second longer and he rammed his rod 
roughly and all the way in. She let out a little cry of pleasure-pain at the 
harsh intrusion of his big organ into her body. But after that we heard 
nothing but grunts and groans of pleasure. 

This man was obviously no gentleman when it came to fucking. He drove 
straight into her and began pounding her hard, while Colette moaned and 
spouted filthy words that were guaranteed to drive the customers wild! 

It worked well on him. He was really ramming it into her now, pounding hard 
against her belly with every stroke. The friction of this hard pounding was 
making her passage raw and red-hot with the friction of it. He slipped his 
hands under her ass and grabbed onto her cheeks. 

Colette was one of the girls who had come willingly to the retreat. She had 
figured that as long as she enjoyed getting fucked so much she might as well 
make a career of it. She was cursing and kicking out her delight at having a 
big, hot prick up her cunt. She felt herself coming and slammed back at him 
to get the most out of the orgasm that was now exploding deep within her. 

The man didn't let even a minute go by before his own cream was mixing with 
hers. He ground his belly tightly against hers and dug his fingers into her 
ass, holding her up as tightly as possible against him, as he poured out his 
load of scum into her cunt. 

Then he fell down hard on her stomach, and left her gasping for air. In the 
meantime, the Mother Superior had not allowed me to stop eating her just 
because the man was well into his fucking. As I said before, she was a dyed 
in the wool nymph, and thoroughly enjoyed every bit of what she was doing. 
It wasn't that bad for me either as she was kind enough to be eating me out 
at the same time. I was getting a whole lot of erotic pleasure for my 
efforts. 

Colette and her customer, now a little rested, sat up to watch us at the 
height of our pleasure. We were going at it as we were the only two people 
in the world, and sex the only thing to be going. Our tongues were lapping 
wildly at our cunts and clits. Arms and legs were flying around, like two 
people in the wrestling match of their lives. 

Soon we had both climaxed, and the Mother Superior stretched and yawned like 
a cat.No one could love their life's work more than she did. I could 
understand her a whole lot better now. By this time I was becoming something 
of a nymph myself. I was starting to look forward to each new sexual 
experience with greater hunger and eagerness. 

I worked there with the other women for almost ten years. There were enough 
rich and influential patrons in the country to keep us from going broke for 
a very long time. 

There were many respectable people who knew about the retreat, but did 
nothing to fight it. They looked upon it as sort of a patriotic thing. They 
told each other that it protected their innocent daughters from assaults, 
seduction and that sort of thing. 

But we knew better. Everyone knew that the men, and a lot of the women, too 
were getting their kicks at our place, and as long as there wasn't any 
scandal, who cared? 

Well, after all those years things were beginning to get a little out of 
hand. We had gotten up a pretty big following in the masochism section, and 
a couple of men had been badly hurt. 

Still, we hung on until a couple of girls were well under the age limit, as 
most of us were when we came in managed to sneak out and all the leaders 
were up on child prostitution raps. Then all the backers who had the kind of 
influence that might have protected us went into hiding. 

When it came my turn to testify, I immediately reverted to my 
country-innocent personality, and told how I had been sent off to that place 
by my cruel father. So many of the girls told similar stories that they 
believed me. In fact, the records showed that we girls never received any 
actual cash from the proceeds, so all except the people who were named as 
running the place were home free. 

I wasn't the only one that regretted the retreat being disbanded. Most of 
the girls had dug the heavy sex scene. Now out on the streets, I didn't know 
what to do with myself. We had all been supplied with a few articles of 
clothing, and a little spending money to tide us over until we found a home 
and some "honest" work. 

Another girl and I took off for the streets of Paris, where we met a pimp 
who put us to work the very same night. I didn't really want to be a hooker, 
but fucking was the only thing I knew. All the girls from the retreat had 
become notorious overnight from the newspaper publicity, and we had more 
customers than we could handle for several years. 

But the low end of the business, so to speak, wasn't "it" for me. When I had 
saved up enough money for the passage, I came here to the United States. 
Life for me in Paris had become boring. The girl and I stuck together and 
had shared a very luxurious apartment in one of Paris' best neighborhoods. 
And we had shared each other's bodies when we were through with the night's 
work. 

You see, I never lost my taste for muff-diving. And now that I was free to 
fuck or not fuck as I pleased, I discovered that my passion had not lessened 
at all. I still needed a whole lot of sex. 

More than a couple of French men had offered to set me up for life in a 
place of my own as their mistress. I even tried it once or twice for a month 
or so at a time. But fucking for only one man, and no women, just two or 
three nights a week was boring as well as frustrating for me. 

Every time, I grew quickly tired of it, collected all my fine new clothes 
and gifts, and went back to my friend and the streets. 

I had planned to bring my friend with me to the States. But one day the 
other girl met up with a man who managed to fall in love with her in spite 
of her past and married her. 

So, once again I was on my own. I had no desire at all to find what might be 
left of my family, or to take up with another John. So I packed all my 
belongings and moved here. 

I wandered around from one whorehouse to another, one city to another, never 
finding exactly what I wanted. Either the customers were too dirty, the pay 
too low, or I grew bored with the two. I wouldn't move in with a man, now 
matter what. I had learned my lesson in boredom about that. 

Cindy I came across quite by accident. A pimp whom she was living with had 
told her about "the hot little french girl." He said that he was having a 
lot of trouble keeping her happy with just men. Was that my problem too? 

 CONCLUSION 

Although the characters described in this story did experience orgasms, they 
can still most closely be described as nymphomaniacs. The reason being that 
they desired more than the normal amount of sexual activity, and for the 
most part were left ungratified. 

Again, these are extreme incidences of the deviation. Such women go from man 
to man thinking that the ultimate gratification will only come when they 
find the perfect sexual partner or the perfect form of sexuality. 

The woman who suffers from this in the outside world, may be unaware of the 
nature of her problem. So she goes from man to man, one form of sexuality to 
another, looking for some sky-high gratification which always eludes her. 

But the men they use as their studs never know how dissatisfied they are. 
They only care that they are getting a "dynamite" lay. Many times they think 
the women are something really spectacular and worth pursuing for something 
a little more permanent. But their egos are due to suffer badly if they 
propose such an arrangement to the nymphomaniac. Because she will be quick 
to put him in his place as being insufficient. 

Most of these women will swear that their super-sexuality is a big kick, but 
it is often far from the truth. If one could really get them to tell the 
truth, they would be forced to admit that they would gladly trade those 
"kicks" for a less frequent but more satisfying, and permanent arrangement 
with a man they would be satisfied with. 

It is very sad that so few of them ever do find such a man. The reason is 
that they are either unwilling or unable to face their inner conflicts and 
deal with it. But that will be the only solution for their lack of 
gratification. 

Many people have told stories that nymphomaniacs never achieve orgasm. It's 
not true. They can. But it is never enough for them, and once they have made 
it one time with a certain mate, they find themselves unable to repeat it. 

There will be times in the nymphomaniac's sex life when she thinks she has 
finally found the ultimate stud. She is turned on so much that she spends 
several sessions in bed with him, all of them quite enjoyable. She is 
overjoyed that her search is over. 

Then something happens. Who knows whether it is always coincidence, or they 
put up the obstacle themselves? But however it happens, as soon as the 
relationship becomes too emotionally involved, the kick is gone, and with it 
the gratification. 

It would seem that the sex is okay with them as long as there are no 
responsibilities involved. They refuse to function in a normal relationship 
on a responsible level. No matter how old the woman may be, it usually 
simply a case of lack of maturity. 

Everyone likes to say that these women are oversexed. The women themselves 
say it because they think they can claim pride in something. And the men 
they sleep with claim it for the same reason. 

Who would want to admit that it is really a case of a woman who is totally 
dissatisfied with sex? That would make her appear to be a failure. 

It is certainly easier to assume the more glamorous role of the 
super-sexualist. Most of the groaning, shrieking and cursing is an act for 
their own benefit as well as their partner. They are displaying what they 
would like to feel ... but don't. 

Orgasm for them is very rare, except when they can manage some wayout sex 
such as we have described. But they must put up the false front of being 
fantastic in bed, so they will have no problems in having a steady supply of 
studs with which to continue their search for gratification. 

 CASE NO: SIX 

 NAME: Eileen A. AGE: 30 

 OCCUPATION: Corporation Executive 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Suddenly I feel old and dirty. I wonder how much I have degraded myself on 
the way to the top. This morning I posed myself before my dressing table and 
began to comb my hair. Men love my hair. They say it's so long and silky! 
Well, it was then that I noticed a few white strands glittering through my 
curls. And I'm only thirty! 

Then I got up and stood before a full length mirror. I was naked and I stood 
there with my legs spread apart. You know, the way magazine models do. I was 
pleased that my figure, while ripe, I will admit, is still well-curved. And 
my breasts have held up well over the years, even though they are large. 
Then I began to put on my make-up and dress. 

You know, there was a time when I went out without any cosmetics at all. 
Those were the days. That's when I started to make it big. It was that first 
executive, tired of his mousy wife, who had sampled my talents in the sack 
and paid me with bluechip stocks. 

From then on, between my talent as a photographer and some good tips on the 
stock market, it was straight up the ladder to wealth and success. The whole 
thing stands out so clearly in my brain now. I'm sure it's why I finally 
wound up here. 

John, my male secretary had come to escort me to the office. It was only a 
few blocks downtown, and I decided that we should walk it. I felt the need 
for some air to clear the cobwebs from my brain so I could get back to 
present-day business. 

Out in the glaring daylight, a frowsy-looking woman was walking along with 
slumped shoulders, her head hung down, her expression cold and bitter. Just 
before reaching us, she stopped and threw a murderous glance at me. She 
didn't say anything, but her eyes blared hatred and rage. 

After we were past her, John kept looking back at her and shaking his head. 

"Do you know her?" 

"Yeah. She lives across the street. Seems I put her husband out of business. 
She always looks at me like that, wishing there were some way she could kill 
me and get away with it." 

"Jealousy, of course." 

"Sure. Those types hate every attractive woman for being what they won't 
take the trouble to even attempt." 

"Do you think they're happy? I mean her husband?" 

"Sure. He's probably some dumb slob who only feels secure with a pig like 
that at home. You know. Thinks so little of himself, so he picks her to feel 
superior to. Not much of a life, I'd say." 

All the while he was talking, things were clicking in my brain. Suddenly a 
chance meeting in the street had taken on a special significance. Which one 
of us was really the lucky one? Me with my countless lovers? Or that tacky 
woman who was probably ten years younger than she looked? 

Okay, so she managed to snare a husband. Well, down at her level it's 
easier, isn't it? For me, it has always been impossible to find the right 
man. I have gone from lover to lover, every type and perversion in sex there 
is. But it was all just sex. Wild, thrilling, something I can never get 
enough of. 

Still, when it's over, I'm back to having nothing again. So many men, but 
there's never been a single one worth more than what he carried between his 
legs. 

Somewhere in this city, I promised myself, there's someone waiting for me to 
find him. And I will, I will! 

Later on I met both her husband and her son and got very involved with them. 
So I learned a lot about that woman. I found out that her name was Maria, 
and she had been out that morning to meet her son, who was home for college 
for the summer. I know how she must have hated those fashionable mothers who 
would be waiting for the bus. It was for the same reasons that she hated me. 
She had snared her husband by coaxing him into a quick lay and getting 
herself pregnant. 

Guess she figured that they might all guess it was something like that. Her 
son had. She and her husband Jason had always been invited to all the school 
functions. But after the first few, she had refused to go. 

Jason would leave her just inside the front door and pretend he didn't know 
her. Then he would start in with the other women. If given just the 
slightest provocation, he would try to make the most brazen of them, right 
under her eyes if possible. 

And the women always played up to him. Every woman fell for his still-boyish 
charm and wanted to be his mother. It was the way he got his big chicks. He 
had really needed a strong woman, and had gotten a jealous slut instead! 

Afterwards he would brag to her and she would say nothing. After all, she 
still had him at home later that night. She was married to him. Reason she 
was always so calm, as I see it was she didn't care if they were all 
charming and beautiful, and she wasn't. She was married to him. 

Finally the bus pulled in and her son Bobby stood far enough away from her 
so that she wouldn't be able to kiss him. He's seventeen. Tall, well-built 
and very good-looking. He had gotten into college early on his grades, and 
now he's anxious to catch up with the older boys and their sex lives. 

"Don't look at the girl over there like that. You have laid a woman since I 
saw you last, I can tell." 

"Right, Mom, so no speeches on sex without marriage. You're no one to talk. 
Look, I'm sorry I said that. But for me sex is a kick, and I intend to have 
as much of it as I can without getting caught, like some people." 

That's the way he told me it happened. That was when he let her know he had 
known the circumstances of his birth all along. 

It was past dusk, and the stars were just beginning to filter through the 
smokey haze of New York City. Bobby looked up and picked out his 
constellation. The same as his Dad's. At least he had one parent he could 
admire. 

His mother was still talking, but he wasn't listening any more. He was 
anticipating the days of freedom and pleasure that stretched before him. He 
rippled his newly built-up muscles, feeling young and vital. He had brought 
some of his best photography samples with him, hoping his father would know 
some places to show them. He felt his father always found the right 
connections, even if he had lost his business to me. 

Then they were back on their own block, the same block where I live. They 
almost collided with me as I was walking home from work. Bobby flashed me 
his most charming smile of apology. Later on he told me that looking into my 
hazel eyes gave him a shock. He said there was a fire in there that would 
consume him in one glance if he wasn't careful. He was right. 

"She's gorgeous. Who is she?" 

"Eileen A., the woman who stole your father's business." 

"You serious? She's too young and...." 

"She's a bitch, just the same. And they say she's always on the hunt for 
studs. So stay away from her." 

"Glad you told me, Mom. I'll be sure to remember." 

He told me that he had made up his mind on the spot to find a way to get in 
close with me. He was happy that at least his Dad had some connection with 
me. He was sure he would be glad to help him. I have a reputation as a fine 
photographer. His father knew it was his ambition also. 

Meantime I had been thinking about him, too. He had rung the magic bell 
inside me! 

"Wait. Just a minute please. I want to talk to you." 

He had begun to climb the house stairs after his mother, when he heard me 
talking from behind him. He said that he sensed it was me, but he didn't 
dare to turn around. 

"I have this note from your father about you. He would like me to look at 
your work. My secretary also tells me there may be something we can do by 
way of a new position with one of our firms for your father. He's called me 
a few times but this is the first chance I've had." 

You're right. His father was interested in me too. Well, why not? What kind 
of kicks did he have at home? Wasn't he entitled to a swinging chick like me 
after all the crap he had to put up with from that horrible woman, for his 
son's sake? 

I had given it a great deal of thought before I went up there. Why not see 
what I could do, making it with the two of them. Then I could always choose 
the best of the pair. The father was older, sure, but he was also much more 
experienced and sure of himself. He would be a tough lay. 

But the son was something else altogether. He was young, and he could make 
me feel young. I needed that badly. He was bound to have more vitality and 
endurance. Able to get it up faster and keep it going for a longer time. 
Probably would be able to get off more loads in a session. 

On the other side of the coin, he would also be less sure of himself. And he 
probably didn't have much experience at all. I would have to teach him to do 
the things I enjoyed most. It would be more work than kicks in the 
beginning. But then I would have him trained my way. 

He would be trained to satisfy me, just the way I liked it. And I would feel 
young, and sexy and vital all over again. The boy was a very good choice 
after all, I decided. 

Three days later both of them were at my offices. They had brought along 
some of Bobby's work. 

"Your work looks very good, Bobby. And Jason, by a happy coincidence, John 
has something downstairs he thinks you would be interested in. Why don't you 
join him while Bobby and I go into my private lounge and get to know each 
other better." 

Suddenly both of us were thrilled to be getting to phase two of the 
seduction. We already knew each other quite well. Bobby flashed a triumphant 
smile back at his father as we left him at the elevator. 

My lounge is elegantly furnished, with a distinctly feminine air about it, 
of course. There's a large, over-stuffed sofa strategically placed. I had 
tried out many of my clients and executives in that room before Bobby was 
invited. But no one could ever tell what I used it for from the sparkling 
opulence of it. That's why it was done that way. The victims are always kept 
unsuspecting until the last minute. Ha-ha. 

A pitcher of martinis and some hors d'oeuvres were on a nearby coffee table. 
Those things are always just the right touch for making them relax. 

"Now tell me about yourself. How far along are you in your career? 

"And, I'm still in college." 

I tried to act as if I weren't surprised, but I'm not sure it worked. I 
hadn't realized he was that young. Couldn't he at least have had a couple of 
more years under his belt? I poured cocktails for the both of us. I had 
decided not to go too fast with him, not to frighten the little child out of 
his wits. No, I would play with him just a little. 

"What's the matter, little boy? You look frightened." 

"I'm a man. And I'm not frightened either." 

"Then why are you so far away? Haven't you ever been alone with a woman 
suffering from a hot crotch before?" 

"Sure I have." 

"Ha! I bet." 

Suddenly my eyes shut as my skin felt the sting of his slap across my face. 
Instinctively I picked up a statue from the end table to defend myself with, 
but put it down again. Things were starting to get interesting. He pushed me 
down on the sofa. I started to fight him off, in spite of my burning desire 
for him. 

"Go ahead! Scream your head off. Fight! I dig it." 

He was hovering over me and I tried to knee him in the crotch. But his cock 
was out of my reach and all I did was amuse him. Then Bobby pinched my 
nipple. 

Crying out in pain, I realized he wasn't fooling around. So there was more 
man to him than boy. He began to dig his fist into my body, in every place 
that he guessed might be sensitive. My knees were tired from being clenched 
for so long. 

When I relaxed my tension for a moment, hoping for a respite, Bobby grabbed 
the front of my dress and ripped, tearing it to the waist, almost ripping my 
bra clean off in the bargain. 

To save myself, I tried doubling my knees to my chest. Bobby took advantage 
of the movement, and reaching under, pulled my panties off my hips. 

"Beautiful. Just beautiful. I heard you're close to thirty, but the body 
says just right!" 

My convulsive movements had slid the back of my torn dress up above my 
waist. The velvet of the sofa was tantalizing to my bare skin, and I 
wriggled against it, delighting in the sensation. The office sounds outside 
began to drift away, and suddenly we were alone in the world. 

I saw him hover over my body as if I were taking part in a dream. I felt my 
legs being pulled apart and his cock begin to pound at my naked slit. "Go to 
hell, you snot-nosed brat!" 

One more forceful lunge into my slit and my protests changed to groans of 
pleasure. 

"So great. How can a snivelling kid like you be so great?" 

He fucked me hard and heavy. It was more power than style, but it was one 
hell of a fuck just the same. I felt the sofa and our bodies rocking. It was 
over. I felt great and horrible at different ends of my body. 

We tried it once more before Jason returned. That time I guided his motions 
with my hands on his ass, making him slip it to me with a slow and steady, 
but hard-driving motion. But he couldn't control himself for too long and 
soon he was pounding into me hard and heavy once more. He would need a great 
deal of training I decided. 

He was a wild stuff for me, but the answer was not to be found in that young 
boy's arms. I had tried to teach him. even in such a short time, but it just 
wasn't any use. I began to wonder if there was an answer for me anywhere. 

"It's really late. I guess my Dad has gone home and he'll be wondering what 
happened to us." 

"Oh yes, of course. Goodbye." 

I was under the shower at home that evening when the doorbell rang. I didn't 
much care who it was. I was concentrating on the soap and hot water, wanting 
it to cleanse my mind as well as my body. I felt more degraded than when I 
had started my little project. 

What was the point in trying to be someone I no longer was? Never again 
could I be an innocent young girl, and never again would there be a chance 
for that sort of bliss. No, if I was ever to reach my goal, the kind of love 
affair it would have to be would be a realistic, mature kind. 

It was Jason. What did he want? Maybe he was going to give me a hard time 
for seducing his young son. Well, he had just about encouraged the whole 
damn thing. So he was just as much to blame, wasn't he? 

I steeled myself, building my own anger by way of defense, as I went out to 
greet him in my terry robe. 

"I hope you learned your lesson today. You should have known that you 
couldn't get a boy to do a man's job." 

"And I suppose you think you're the man for the position." 

"I don't think, honey, I've known all along. I just wanted to give you 
enough rope to hang yourself with." 

Jason grabbed me roughly and bit my lips. I tasted my own blood. Then I 
kissed him back just as hard. I quickly forgot my depression and my self 
hatred. This was a man, all right. 

"You knew it would wind up this way, didn't you?" 

He took my hand and led me into the bedroom. It had all happened so fast. 
Faster than I could handle. But it was what I had always wanted. Maybe I was 
just afraid to try for it. Now I had to. Everything depended on it. 

I was glad that I smelled fresh and clean, with just a whisper of expensive 
perfume wasping about me. What a change from the witch he had married. He 
lifted his arms to me and I stepped into his embrace. In that one instant I 
thought that everything was going to be all right. 

He kissed me and my mouth opened to accept his tongue. I surrendered myself 
conpletely to him. This was the man I had overlooked and I was grateful he 
hadn't overlooked me. 

Our bodies touched and the embrace was full of passion. From the instant I 
felt him crush his chest against my breasts, I knew I would force him to get 
rid of his wife, even his son if necessary. I would make him sacrifice 
everything in order to have me. 

I dropped my robe to the floor, and he piled his clothes on top of mine. I 
loved the way his eyes feasted on my body. His look told me that he wished 
he could eat up every inch of it. 

Before this I had only thought of him as the weak-willed masochistic man who 
lost his business to me and had a slob for a wife. Suddenly I was more proud 
of him as a man than I had ever been before of anyone. It meant so much 
more, to be loved, admired and desired by someone as forceful and cocky as 
he was. He crawled into the wide bed, moving next to me, our bodies sliding 
together. 

As if in a trance he knelt over me, completely caught up in my passion for 
him. I had been so sure I would throw either one of them out of the house if 
they dared to bother me again, and now the boy's father was about to fuck 
me! 

But it was more than just being in the sack with him. The fuck he would give 
me would be wild and out of this world. I was sure of that. But I also knew 
that I was in for the first real erotic experience of my life. It had all 
been nothing more than athletic exercises before. 

He would never be free of me unless I let him go. I knew that he would be in 
for a hard battle with his slob of a wife. But he would win. I would see to 
that with my steaming cunt. He had told me that it had never been any good 
with her, worse than merely tolerable. 

So why should I feel guilty about breaking up a marriage? I would be saving 
him from a fate worse than death, right? 

With me, the love, the sex we shared would be both sensual and esoteric at 
the same time. I was so high on the kick that I actually thought we could do 
what no one else could. Combine the best of both worlds. 

In a fury of searing passion, his mouth began to plant hot kisses all over 
my pulsing belly. I could tell he didn't want to miss any of it. With every 
kiss I would hold my body more closely to his mouth, giving myself up to him 
completely. 

I don't know whether it was my lust, or my depression. But for some reason I 
felt that this was it! What I had been hoping for, praying for. That it was 
real and it was right. I opened myself to his invasion, welcoming his thick 
cock into my gaping slit. 

"Jason, Jason. I never felt like this before. I need you so. I've needed you 
for such a long time. Make love to me, fuck me hard, and don't ever stop. I 
mean it. I want you to fuck me forever." 

I must have been out of my mind, because I still can't remember what the lay 
was actually like. And I never forget what it was like when someone fucked 
me. But then again, I usually don't come the way I did with him. After what 
seemed like one, long, way-out dream, I was twisting and convulsing under 
him. He looked down at my face and told me that it had become even more 
glowingly beautiful. He said my eyes were shooting moonbeams of satisfaction 
at him. 

But an instant later I was starving for sex again. Finally my problem must 
have gotten through to him. He must have realized that my kind of passion 
was really something to be reckoned with. The more I got from him, the more 
I wanted. 

He seemed to be willing, but his cock wasn't. I was biting at his shoulder 
and begging him to fuck me, finger me, eat my cunt, but please God to do 
something before I went out of my mind. 

All he did was press his sweating cheek to mine and cling to me. I demanded 
to know how he could get me in that condition and not do anything about it. 

That was when he told me straight fucking was the only thing he could bring 
himself to do to any woman, and that his cock would have to have some rest 
before it would be ready to go again. 

I didn't believe my ears. I sat bolt upright in the bed and started to 
scream at him, calling him every name in the book. I demanded that he leave, 
but he just stared at me with helpless tears in his eyes. 

And so, another dream tossed to me by the same family was shattered. I 
couldn't stand the sight of him for one more minute. I reached for the 
bellpull at the side of the bed and rang for Jiles, my butler. 

He came on the run. He had heard all the screaming and crashing. Jiles was 
what you might call a super-butler. He takes care of my needs in a lot of 
ways. But this time it was to keep from killing that guy! 

I do keep a gun by my bed, you know. Any woman who sleeps with as many men 
as I do has to protect herself. And there was this one time when I shot a 
guy in the belly for not meeting with my minimum standards once I had him in 
the sack. My lawyers had taken care of that time with a fat check. 

So it was now Jiles' duty to keep me from shooting anyone else, if it could 
be helped. He threw open the door and picked up Jason by his ass. 

Then he practically threw him down the whole staircase and his clothes after 
him. I didn't have to pay attention to the rest of what was going on. I knew 
Jiles could handle everything, including the handing out of the threat that 
if Jason intended to cause me any trouble, it was two witnesses against one 
as to what happened in my room. 

I felt a lot better after he was thrown out. The screaming and the violent 
scene seemed to ease my frustration a little. I decided to take a hot bubble 
bath and try to relax. I turned on some pretty music and stepped into the 
tub just as Jiles was escorting Jason out the front door. 

In the tub, I dozed a little, letting the cares of my rotten life off my 
body. I was afraid of trying to go to sleep that night. You see it always 
happens the same way doctor. If I don't get laid, I can't sleep until I frig 
myself or have someone do something for me. Then I can sleep for a couple of 
hours, but not for long. 

But if I do get laid and it turns out bad, then it's even worse. I'm so 
uptight by the failure that I can't sleep at all. And that's why I pay Jiles 
triple the salary any good servant should be getting. 

When I came out of the tub wrapped in a big towel, he was already laid out 
on my bed in the nude. His huge prick was stiff as steel and ready to 
service his mistress. I loved the way he could get it hard just by thinking 
about sex. Now it stood at attention waiting for me to come and get it. 

I stepped out of the bathroom and let my towel drop to the floor. Just at 
the sight of that tough, muscular body and that huge stiff prick, I was hot 
as a firecracker again and aching for a good fuck. 

"Very good, Jiles. I see you are ready for me. I really don't have too much 
time to waste. If I don't get fucked enough to get some sleep, I won't be 
much good for anything in the morning." 

"Madam, I am always ready to be at your service. Allow me to take care of 
your needs now." 

After that whole polite speech, he grabbed me like the virile stud he was. 
He took hold of my shoulders with both hands and pulled me down on top of 
his body. Then he buried his face between my breasts. 

"Suck them," I whispered to him. 

I needed to be pampered a little. He sucked them with great gusto, and I 
squirmed on top of his body as his tongue worked my nipples over. My ass 
moved up and down as I humped my cunt alongside his stiff prick. 

As Jiles moved his mouth down to tongue my middle and belly, I noticed how 
shiny my nipples were from his spit and how erect they had become. They 
looked suddenly delicious to me, and I picked up one of them in my own hands 
and began to suck it. 

The trail of his hot, wet tongue moved down my belly. Then it grazed through 
the bush of dark curly hair that covered my cunt, and stabbed right down 
into my slit, making me begin to tingle with excitment. 

It was then that I produced the thin riding crop which I began to use on the 
tops of his thighs and across the tip of his cock as he worked on my cunt. 
My butler has been well-trained by me to respond to the whip, and each lash 
spurred him on to greater things. 

With his face buried there so he could lick my clit and suck my cunt lips 
with his mouth, his hand reached around and grabbed the riding crop out of 
my hand. He never took his mouth off my cunt as he began to work my ass over 
with the riding crop. 

It was a complete surprise to me, but it shouldn't have been. Jiles was just 
full of surprises whenever he had sex with me. That's why most of the time I 
think I can forget about looking for a good stud and a good husband all in 
one. Maybe I should just find myself a good husband and keep Jiles in the 
bedroom closet for whenever I need him. 

That turnabout made me jiggle even more with newly aroused passion. With his 
other hand he went wild as he squeezed and fondled the cheeks of my ass. 

Finally he stuck his longest finger up my wet hole and began to fingerfuck 
me. I could feel his hot cock throbbing against my body and my ass swayed 
against him. 

"Don't you dare shoot your load until you fuck me with it." 

He immediately stopped sucking on my cunt and I was sorry that I had given 
him that instruction. I was almost ready to come. 

We rolled over on the bed and I opened my legs to spread my cunt out for 
him. Kneeling between my thighs, he stared at the wet slime that was pouring 
out of my cunt and remarked that he felt his tongue had done an admirable 
job of making me good and ready for some hard fucking. 

He always groaned out the remark of how much he enjoyed the tightness of my 
slit as he forced the head of his cock between the lips. He has fucked me 
hundreds of times. But he's so huge that my cunt is always too tight for 
him. 

Because I was writhing at the heights of my passion under him, he had to 
work hard to keep his rod inside me until he had forced it all the way in 
and felt our pubic hairs tangle together. 

"Is this what you wanted, madam?" 

"You know damn well it's what I wanted. I always want a hot cock up my cunt. 
Now you will start to work that rod in and out of me until you fill my slit 
full of your come. Do you understand?" 

"Of course, madam." 

His ass muscles tensed and he began to draw his weapon back for the first 
stroke. When he pushed ahead again, he did it slowly, but very strongly. I 
felt every delicious inch of it along the tight walls of my slit. 

In the beginning, he screwed me very slowly, but he knew that I didn't want 
him to maintain the slow pace for long. I couldn't. He gradually speeded up 
until he was fucking me like a jackhammer. 

He was fast and his style was magnificent. I came quickly and heaved my ass 
straight up off the bed. But he forced me down again with his cock. He knew 
I liked to make a double orgasm and so he began to stroke me even faster. I 
was soon down on the bed again with him slamming my body with loud slapping 
sounds as he stroked in and out of my tingling slit. 

My first come had passed and I was on my way up again towards my second. He 
continued stroking me like lightening until my cunt nerves felt raw and I 
was about to explode again. 

Finally he gave me one hard ram and began to shoot his load into me. In 
spite of the two times I had sucked his cock off for him earlier that day, 
it was a remarkable big load that I felt gushing into me. 

I felt a whole lot better then. In fact I felt so good that I decided to set 
up one of my little parlor games for the following night. A little bit of 
perverted fun would do me a lot of good. 

I hopped off the bed and got back into the tub. I do my best things in 
there, you see. Jiles came in to help me wash. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

While he scrubbed and washed my cunt with perfumed soap, we discussed the 
plans for my little parlor games, as I call it. I had invited one of my more 
sadistic boy friends to have a little private orgy with his maid who worked 
for me. 

She had tried to blackmail me once and this was her pay for her trouble. My 
lawyers had found out she was wanted in three states for the very same 
thing. So she would have to put up with being my little masochistic sex 
slave, or go to a federal prison for the rest of her life. 

I was downstairs supervising the laying out of the banquet table as he 
worked her over the next night. But my guests were upstairs in the viewing 
room. 

Tonight he had whipped her, fucked her in every opening in her body, and 
then whipped her once more. Then he jerked himself off and let his come 
spill all over her unconscious body. 

As my guests watched in the special viewing glass that was a mirror on the 
other side, he dressed again and admired the fine cut of his suit in what he 
thought was a full length mirror. He didn't know there was a room on the 
other side. It wouldn't have been as much fun. I used to watch him many a 
time. Then I would jerk off, nicely heated up and get myself a good fuck 
after all that stimulation. 

This time he gave the prone body of the unconscious girl one second's 
backward glance as he adjusted his tie. He knew that I would get her cleaned 
up and ready for the next time. My price was his keeping me supplied with a 
long list of men whom he found for me. 

He was my lawyer, you see, and he screened out the potential trouble makers 
before they could get to my bed, and then to my money. He thought he really 
had me, and charged very exorbitant fees in spite of the girl I kept for 
him. But I had something on him he would never know about. Every time he 
beat that girl and then fucked her, he was performing before an audience. 

The first time I had the mirror put up as a gag, and only watched it myself. 
His style was definitely worth watching, and that was when the inspiration 
came to me. Why not use his performance as entertainment at one of my 
parties? As it turned out he was always a smashing success with the guests. 
And he never found out why. 

"On this occasion, I had three of my favorite studs seated in the viewing 
room among the other guests. They stayed behind after the others went down 
to champagne and buffet. And I knew why. 

When I walked upstairs to see what was keeping them, they were fisting their 
cocks as they watched the end of the performance. And one by one they had 
orgasmed. It was a groove for me just to see all the come spraying around 
the room. 

I left them in there for just a minute and went outside to ask my friend the 
lawyer to join the others downstairs. He looked at me as if he had just left 
the bedroom after a very refreshing nap. 

"You will join the others for a quick drink before you leave?" 

"Of course. And when will you be down?" 

"Oh, as soon as I see that everything is cleaned up here." 

It always amused me that we were both the very essence of gentility to each 
other. Do you know, I never fucked him. We just keep each other supplied 
with little treats. 

I went downstairs with him for just a minute. Pouring out brandies for the 
two of us, I asked if he had been pleased with his latest session. 

"Ah, yes, I found her services very satisfactory." 

"I'm so glad you were pleased." 

"Don't worry. I'll have more of what you want before the night is out." 

"Well, I hope you don't take too long. My cunt is really aching when it's 
gotten the same prick more than three times in a row. It needs a lot of 
variety." 

After this we both had a hearty laugh. I went back upstairs to my three 
special guests. I looked around the room, from one face to the other. I was 
anxious to be sure they were well-satisfied with the performance that had 
been put on for them unknown by the two players. It would mean a great deal 
to the performance they would put on for me if they were. 

"Well, what did you think of them? And what did you think of the girl? Have 
I trained her well enough?" 

"Yes." 

"Oh, yes." 

"Yes, of course." 

"Well, I'm glad. I'm sure you couldn't have seen something like this 
anywhere else." 

"Yes. You have to give the old guy credit. He wasn't bad." 

"Even so, I'm not so sure I couldn't have done just as well with her." 

"I see then. Well, if any of you has further interest in the girl, such as 
some live action instead of just watching, I'm sure something can be 
arranged for you." 

All three of them nodded their agreement that they would very much like to 
try their cocks in the young girl's body. It was exactly what I expected 
them to say this time. My eyes glittered with excitement as I saw the three 
cocks rise to the cause. I considered the girl very lucky to be getting laid 
by those three. But I'm not so sure if she felt the same way. I wished I 
would be taking her place on that occasion, but I needed this twisted kick 
every so often. So this was the way it would have to be for the night. 

"Now then, would you like to take her one at a time, or would the three of 
you be interested in fucking her together?" 

They thought about this for a few minutes. After the performance they had 
just seen, each of them was anxious to reinstate his manhood by displaying 
his talents at fucking to the others. So finally the three of them agreed to 
take her together. 

"Okay. And I may say she's a lucky girl to be getting laid by three such 
beautiful cocks." 

"Thank you, my dear. When we are through with her...." 

"Yes, that would be very nice. But right now, we shouldn't keep that yummy 
girl waiting." 

"Yes, I agree." 

"Now you remember to be careful with this one. I remember the last girl we 
let you loose on. You fucked her so much, we all had to dump her in a back 
alley." 

"Don't talk to me like I was some kind of adolescent. I can control myself." 

"Well, see that you do." 

Then I laughed out loud and managed to break the spirit of gloom that was 
beginning to fill the room. Soon I had the three of them laughing as I 
escorted them into the room where the girl was still unconscious on the 
carpet. I told them I would be going back downstairs, but I don't think they 
believe me. Not that any of them much cared. 

Something about the presence of more people in the room seemed to arouse 
her. As soon as she saw the two men standing over her she began to moan and 
sob. She did her best to try to get up, but she couldn't do much at all. She 
looked like something that had been dragged off a battlefield. That made me 
feel really great. I always felt good whenever I saw another female who 
looked horrible, while I was feeling beautiful. 

She was scarred and bruised over every inch of her body, and her hair was a 
mass of tangles, sweaty profusion. Once she was fully awake and realized 
that three more men were probably about to assault her she began to scream 
again. Man, do I ever dig that screaming! 

She dragged herself over to a nearby chair where she made a frantic lunge at 
the robe that was flung over it. Then she made a feeble attempt to cover her 
battered naked body. 

She forced herself to sit as upright and lady-like as she could. That was 
the way I had trained her. And now in spite of her pain she still remembered 
what was expected of her. She knew she had to. I meant her freedom from 
prison. 

One of the men picked out a comfortable old armchair for himself and sat 
down. The other two kept circling around the girl like vultures coming in 
for the kill. She was coming to her full senses now. 

"Not all of you. How about one at a time at least?" 

"No, not just me first, but my two friends as well." 

"You can't mean it. Maybe you don't know what I've just been through." 

"We do and that's why." 

"Yeah. We like your style." 

"Please. This must be some kind of joke." 

"Oh no. It isn't." 

Then she screamed again at the top of her lungs. 

"Please tell me it's no joke!" 

"Enough of this garbage. Don't try to come off like a pure little virgin to 
us. We saw all the wild things you let the other guy do to you." 

"And don't tell us you were writhing and groaning like that out of pain 
alone." 

"That's right. Don't play the saint for us." 

"You saw me? How?" 

"Through that special mirror." 

"Yes, we all noticed that you got to enjoy it very much." 

"But you don't understand. He forced me." 

"Maybe you were forced to submit. But no one could force you to enjoy it." 

"Right, we saw you come at least once." 

At this she blushed, and couldn't find any words to answer him for a very 
long minute. Her cheeks were flushed with shame and embarrassment. Finally 
she got up the courage to speak. 

"No, I can't say that. But I didn't want to do it. He beat me." 

"Yes, we saw him beat you." 

"But we didn't see you fight back." 

"That's right. You showed us just how perverted you are." 

"You enjoyed it all very much." 

"Oh, please. Don't tell me that you three are planning to do the same thing 
to me. I just couldn't stand any more." 

"Now don't kid us." 

"And please clean up before we get started." 

"Right. We don't want to get our nice clean cocks all soiled by another 
man's come." 

"And what about her own come! Look at her cunt. It's positively sticky with 
come." 

"Yeah. That's because she hated it so much." 

Her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell to the ground again. But the 
three men were much too horny to let her lay there for very long. One of 
them poked at her with the toe of his shoe and turned her over so he could 
get a good look at her snatch. 

"Look, we've been going on like this for too long. My cock is aching." 

"Wake her up and let's get on with it." 

"Right. We still have our wives to get downstairs to at the party." 

They all paused for a good laugh right then. As far as they were concerned, 
and I agreed at the moment, the rest of the people at the party could all go 
drop dead. Getting their cocks well oiled was the most important thing on 
their minds. I 

"I don't know about you. But I think it's time to get our pants off." 

"Right. Hey, you, Get busy and whip out our cocks for us." 

It was starting to get good now. I pulled my panties down under my gown and 
got ready to start frigging myself. Masturbation never really did much for 
me, unless I did it under freaky circumstances such as watching what the 
three of them would soon be doing to her. 

During the time they had been playing with her, she had managed to work up 
some courage. She for some reason understood what would be expected of her. 

They had not started in immediately to beat her, and they were certainly 
taking their time in getting around to fucking her. I guess she expected 
some kicks in exchange for the pain she was expecting. 

So she refused to touch any of them, folding her arms across her chest, and 
tucking her chin into it as if for protection. One of the men picked up the 
whip that was near him and cracked it across the side of the desk so she 
could hear the sound and be aware that he had it in his hand. She guessed 
the meaning of the sound immediately, and the now familiar shiver of fear 
began to creep up on her once again. 

"Would you like to feel this whip across your back? Would it feel better 
than my cock would in your hand?" 

I could tell that they were going to be even rougher on her than my lawyer 
had been. She knew it too, and she was shaken speechless with fright. But 
she somehow managed to shake her head "no." He was satisfied with her feeble 
answer. "Then get busy and whip out my cock. My balls are aching already" 

With trembling fingers she reached in and unbuckled his belt. Then she 
pulled down the zipper of his fly. She had a little bit of a hard time with 
it, due to the bulge from his hard-on, but finally she got the zipper down 
and reached inside. 

What she pulled out was a cock that was almost totally erect. Its glossy 
knob was already peeking out from the foreskin, and it looked very menacing, 
even in its nearly complete erect state. Like the first cock she had 
handled, this one was sweaty and reeking with body odor. 

The men had been dancing before they came upstairs. She tried to stay with 
it, but turned her head away with a feeling of revulsion. She knew what the 
penalty for this would be, but she did it anyway. As soon as she turned her 
head, she also put her arms up to cover her face. 

My little girl was starting to get smart for herself. She just about managed 
to protect her eyes before the whip came cracking down across the back of 
her neck. That's when I went to work on her cunt. 

She immediately began to scream and bellow from the sharp pain that came 
raining down across the upper portion of her back. After just a few more of 
those, she got her wits about her and began to fondle the prick that was 
being forced on her. 

And I'll say this for her. She was really trying to get his cock hard for 
him this time. There was no way she could have known what exactly was 
keeping his cock from becoming fully erect. It was more that character's 
jaded tastes that were doing it. I know. It had happened when I would play 
with him many a time. He was a freaker just like me, so I always kept on 
trying. 

He had told me that just that morning he had made it with two women and 
spent three hours in the sack with them. He had enjoyed three orgasms, which 
was no mean feat for a man of his middle age. 

And now he was expecting this abused girl to get it up for him again. Every 
whore with ten years' experience would certainly have had her work cut out 
for her. 

Nevertheless he , was getting increasingly angry with the semi-rigid state 
of his cock. I could tell that he was anxious to use it and blamed her for 
his own excesses that kept him in that unworkable condition. 

"You're no damnded good at all with your hands! You'd better be good with 
your mouth, or I'll beat you to within an inch of your life! Your mouth! I 
want you to use your mouth!" 

She looked around from one to the other of them, not quite sure for the 
moment what was expected of her. No one could take three cocks in her mouth 
at the same time. I know, because there's many times that I've tried. 

Now she took his cock in her mouth and began to suck on it. The others were 
just standing around, looking not too happy. Concentrating on the prick she 
had in her mouth, she wasn't aware that one of the other two had crept up 
behind her. She gave out a shriek as he startled her by grabbing the cheek 
of her ass with one hand, and the back of her neck with the other. He pushed 
her head forward to make sure that she took the entire cock in her mouth 
with one gulp. 

And then he began to explore the crevices of her ass. I fantasied myself in 
the seat. He put his fingers up and down the crack between the two cheeks, 
digging in deeper with each stroke. Finally his fat fingers found her sorely 
abused asshole, and he poked his thumb in there and pushed hard. Then he 
worked the rest of his hand around so that two more fingers could probe into 
her innards, this time into her cunt. That was exactly what I did with mine. 

He was brutal with his thrust into her two openings. And the effect was 
doubly brutal because of the sore condition they were already in. She 
screamed out her agony and twisted herself around trying to get free. 

But she couldn't. The other guy was holding her fast to his cock by her 
shoulders and head. At the same time, he picked up the whip again, with his 
free hand. Without removing his fingers from the holes of her cunt and ass, 
he began to whip her once more. 

All this was happening to her while there were fingers jiggling around in 
her cunt and asshole; so in spite of the violent pain from the whipping, she 
was becoming aroused again, very much aroused! 

Every freaker knows just, the right combination of these two sensations 
would bring her around to where they wanted her; in a frenzy of passion! 

Hunching her shoulders to fend off the whip, she shakily stuck out her 
tongue. The other guy did not let up his whipping until he was sure that his 
friend's cock was getting a good sucking. The cock in her mouth was getting 
good and stiff now. Soon it was standing out like a tentpole. "Don't stop 
now! Keep sucking. Suck it" 

For just a minute she stopped to catch her flagging breath, and immediately 
the whip cracked across her back again. In the middle of her inhaling, she 
took up the sucking again. She was too afraid not to. 

Now she knew she was no better off than if she had let me send her to 
prison. I've always known she would escape some day. She did right after the 
party. But right then she was nothing but the lowest, most common slut, 
whose sole function in life was to satisfy their greedy lust. 

She speeded up the tempo of her sucking in order to somehow get him to 
climax, thinking she might be through with him after that. She put 
everything else out of her mind except making that man shoot his load. It 
was the only way she figured she could get out of there in a hurry. 

It was then that the judge's hand began to work feverishly at her ass. They 
were down deep spreading the cheeks at the bottom, and also the lips of her 
cunt. Down on her knees and bent over as she was, both her holes were easily 
opened to his advances. 

I almost orgasmed as I saw his stiff rod beginning to press against her raw 
and bloodied flesh. I was so excited that I had to force myself to slow my 
frigging down. 

It wasn't easy for him to penetrate her in that position, but he wasn't a 
man to give up without a good fight. Time after time, he pulled his belly in 
and then thrust his cock forward heavily, pushing against the tender walls 
of her slit. Finally, he achieved his goal, and with a mighty heave, forced 
his cock into her cunt. He grabbed onto her shoulders for support, where his 
hands met those of his friend. They shook on the achievement. 

Not pulling out all the way, but pushing just a little harder than he had 
the first time, he got himself into her all the way up to the balls. Then he 
grunted with pleasure in her ear. She cried soundlessly. I groaned. There 
was an awful lot of noises, now that I think about it. 

She was pinned down by two cocks and there was nowhere to go ... nothing to 
do but hope she would get finished with them in a hurry and get out. She 
didn't even bother to come to me and collect her money before she left. I'm 
just glad she didn't cause a scandal after all. It wouldn't have been worth 
it, even though the kicks were pretty great. 

Now he pulled himself out as far as it would go without being completely 
removed from her hole. Then he began a steady rhythm of heavy fucking, 
deeply in and out. With every long downward thrust, his fat belly slapped 
against the cheeks of her ass, while his hand kneaded the flesh of her upper 
back. 

The hot flashing of his stiff cock in and out of her cunt was getting to her 
despite the fact that it was being forced on her. It always worked that way. 
Maybe that's why I didn't feel too guilty about the way she was always 
beaten up. She did get some pleasure, you know. 

At that time he was doing a good job of heating up her cunt. And she was 
responding to it by licking and sucking at the cock in her mouth as if it 
were one and the same as the cock sliding in and out of her hole. 

His body was beginning to shake with excitement and he was muttering into 
her ear, a ramble of words. But his hands were beginning to dig into her 
also, and she pulled her shoulders in from the wincing pain. I could almost 
feel the bruises they had brought out on her shoulder blades from the 
relentless pressure. That excited me no end! 

"Arrgh. I'm going to come. You hot bitch you. Your sucking is going to make 
me explode." 

Hearing this I frigged myself frantically until I made a nice-sized puddle 
in my panties. Now I calmed down a little and settled down to really 
concentrate on the action. 

The girl began to suck the cock in her mouth as fast as she could. Suck it. 
Swallow my load. Don't you dare miss a drop! Suck it. Ohhh, suck it. 
SUCKKKK!!" 

The girl and I weren't the only ones that those sounds stimulated to more 
frenzied activity. The other man heard it all, and he became all the more 
excited by the guttural sounds of his friend about to orgasm. 

He began to pump his cock into her steaming cunt even harder now. In a 
minute his own cock was close to the exploding point. He signalled to his 
friend over the girl's head to watch him so they could both come together 
and flood her with their double load. 

The two men timed it to perfection, as if they had been practicing it for 
weeks. Their mutual excitement was contagious, and the girl, too caught the 
passion fever. Her stomach churned and she felt her come building deep 
within her. It poured over just as she felt the cock explode in her cunt. 
The other man filled her mouth with the very same liquid. 

The trio all shivered and shook as they were locked together in the embrace 
of their mutual passion. As soon as her mouth was free of hot cock, she 
sighed deeply and struggled to regain her breath. 

And then it hit her. The disgust and the realization that she had been used 
by two men. That her mouth and her cunt were now filled with their scum. She 
collapsed to the ground again and scabbed bitterly for the shame and the 
humiliation" of it all. Maybe she was right. Prison would have been better 
than what I put her through. 

She looked up for a moment, only to see the third man lying back in the 
armchair with his sticky prick dangling limply between his legs. He was 
grinning from ear to ear, and leering at her at the same time. 

One of the men who had just fucked her was pacing around, shaking his prick 
off on the carpet. He seemed as restless as a cat. Like he was waiting for 
something to happen. It did. 

I couldn't stand just watching anymore. I wanted to get in on the action. 
Even the idea of the whip intrigued me. 

I called them on the house phone. I was quickly pulling up my panties so I 
wouldn't trip on them as I ran into the room. 

"Hey you guys. Wait for me." 

They all laughed when they heard this. They knew that my cunt must need 
attending to. I ran into the room and stripped to the skin. They were all 
very happy to see me. 

I immediately grabbed onto two cocks and went to work. 

Well, I certainly am glad that I started coming to see you before I was 
arrested. That's the only way they were willing to let me out. You just 
won't believe what happened since I was here last. 

One of the boyfriends of the girl who was the victim got his revenge on us. 
I didn't even know she had anyone on the side. She really didn't have much 
time for that sort of thing. 

But that's where she went as soon as she was left alone by us the night of 
the party. The next day four horrible men came to my house. One of them was 
her boyfriend. 

The three men had left with their wives hours before, and I was alone with 
only my private solicitor, the lawyer. They were too much for even my burly 
butler, and they beat him up at the door. 

Then they came up the stairs after me! My maid met them in the hall. 

"I'm sure you know why we are here. It's that girl that got beaten up last 
night!" 

He took a step toward her. As he did, she bolted. He made a lunge to catch 
her, but she backed away from him and fell down the entire staircase. I 
understand she was dead by the time she reached the landing. 

That really was an ironic situation. All that noise and commotion had given 
me fair warning. It was her accidental death that kept me from being killed 
on purpose. 

Lucky for all of us that the death was an accident, or we would all be put 
away for life, including me. 

At a signal from the boyfriend, they turned away from the body of my maid 
and came upstairs to get me. I will admit that I was in such a state of 
shock at first that I offered no resistance. My bedroom has never been 
locked. 

For a minute, I could tell that the boyfriend must have been considering 
forgetting the whole thing and getting the hell out of my house while he 
still could. 

Just looking at all of them told me that I was in for a rough time at their 
hands. They didn't even bother undressing me. They simply tore all the 
clothes off my back. Suddenly I found myself crying and pleading for mercy, 
something I have never done before with anyone. 

They attacked me like a swarm of ants. In no time flat, they all had their 
cocks out and ready for hard action. One of them was trying to ram his cock 
into my slit, but the others twisted me out of his grasp. 

If I wasn't so terrified at the time, I would have had a good laugh at the 
stunned, angry expression of that guy left holding his hot cock in his own 
hand! 

But one of the others had better luck with me. He fell right on top of me 
and began to suck one of my tits. He bit down hard on the nipple. That 
instant of sharp pain made me start crying and screaming. 

The other two men began a real fist fight which ended when one of them got 
his face between my thighs and began to suck. That would have been all 
right, if he hadn't suddenly bit down hard on my clit. It's still pretty 
bloody, and will be out of action for quite awhile, I understand. 

The third man lowered his cock down onto my face and threatened to slit my 
throat if I didn't start sucking. Of course I did. 

It was the boyfriend who really killed it. The other three had forgotten 
about beating me up almost as soon as they got their hands on my body. But 
he remembered his mission very well. 

He started to beat me with a small club he had brought with him. That's when 
my instincts for survival came awake once again. I went for my gun and shot 
him in the hand. 

It was my butler who called the police. Everything was in quite a mess when 
they arrived. They couldn't tell who was the victim, so they arrested all of 
us. Of course my lawyer was able to get me out of jail, on the promise that 
I was seeing you. 

So I'm safe at least for the moment. But in a way, maybe I was lucky. The 
whole episode has made me realize that I'm really much worse than I thought 
I was. I do need your help badly. 

 CONCLUSION 

Everything about this woman's sex life was twisted out of all normal 
proportion. There was no reason at all for her worrying about her life being 
over at the age of thirty, and there was absolutely no reason for her 
feeling she could never settle down. 

It was her own alter-ego that was keeping her from being happy. It was all 
in the way she was raised, as was later learned about her childhood in 
further interviews. 

Her parents, like many others tried their best to tell her as little as 
possible, and so left her with no healthy basis on which to build her own 
sexuality when she became an adult. 

This has happened far too often in our society. The result has been putting 
aside those persons, now growing fewer in number, who were at once horrified 
at the suggestion of anything sexual in the infantile psyche. Even good 
observers have varied in their attitude and policy with regard to sex in 
early life. 

There are those who feel unable to recognize any genuine sexual 
manifestations, at an early age, in healthy, normal children. There are 
those who recognize it all the time, alike in healthy and neurotic children, 
though finding its aspects may vary and change from child to child. 

There are those, it may be added, who even when admitting the presence of 
sexual signs, regard them as not normal for that stage of childhood. 

The proper attitude toward sexuality in the child is, therefore, one of 
watchful hygiene, which must always be unobtrusive. The childish erotic 
impulses are often unconscious, and nothing is gained by rendering them 
conscious or by concentrating attention on them. 

It is necessary to guard against the child doing any manifest injury to 
himself or to others. It also seems desirable in some cases to warn the 
mother not only against too great an anxiety to punish a child exhibiting 
these manifestations, but also against any excess of physical tenderness 
which may unduly arouse the emotions of susceptible children. 

It is above all necessary to cultivate an understanding of the child's 
nature. Adults are prone to attribute their own feeling to children. Many 
acts of children, which to adults appear to reveal vicious sexual motives, 
often have no sexual motive at all, but spring merely from the play impulse 
or from the desire for knowledge. 

It is unfortunate that the students of childhood have often been people who 
have gained their knowledge from the study of neurotic subjects. It is now 
held by the best authorities that the sexual guidance of children should 
begin, so far as its elements are concerned, at a very early age, and that a 
wise and tender mother is the ideal person to perform this really maternal 
duty. 

It may indeed, be added that only a mother can perform it correctly. 
Therefore the training of mothers is an essential condition for the 
wholesome development of children. There is some danger to over-stimulating 
the child's mind. It is important at that time to remember how that organism 
functions. A child's desire to know where babies come from is not a symptom 
of sexual consciousness. It is a natural desire to discover a fact of 
nature. 

Again, at a little later age, the desire to know and see how the bodies of 
people of the opposite sex are made is equally innocent and natural. It is 
the forced and unreasoned suppresion of these natural questions, which may 
force the child to develop a warped sexual personality. 

This is what happened with the woman just studied. Everything, including her 
attitude about life was uncertain and without direction. Even though she had 
a keen mind and was able to enjoy sex, she knew that something was lacking. 

 CASE NO: SEVEN 

NAME: Doris A. AGE: 22 

OCCUPATION: Housewife 

I didn't want to come here, my husband made me. He says there's-something 
wrong with me. He says something is missing from our sex life, and he can't 
figure out what it is. I love him, I want to make him happy. I'll do 
anything to try and help, even come here. But I know what the problem is. 

It all started when my parents were killed in a car crash. I had to take 
care of my sister Shirley. We got pretty close. Really close. She had no one 
else in the world. 

My husband says my mind doesn't seem to be on sex when he's fucking me. It's 
not. It's on Shirley. I don't know what to do about it. 

It started one afternoon about a year after the crash. Me and Shirley had 
done nothing sexual with one another at that point. I was hanging around the 
house. It was very hot. I decided to take a shower and went to the bathroom. 

Leaving my clothes in the bedroom, I entered the room and ran the water. 
Then I realized I didn't have any soap. I left the bathroom and walked down 
the stairs to the kitchen. 

Shirley was there, watching me as I entered. It was as if she had never seen 
me naked before. She just stared and stared. Finally she told me that she 
thought I had the most beautiful body she'd ever seen. 

She wanted me to look at hers, to see how she was coming along. I agreed. 
But once the two of us were naked, something happened inside my head. One 
thing sort of led to another, first with touching, then holding that touch 
longer and longer. Within a half-hour, our fingers were in one another's 
pussy, tickling our clits and drilling in and out of the tight channel. 

I loved it so much, and she did too. But that was three years ago, three 
long years. So much has happened since then. But I think my problems started 
back then. 

I could never forget Shirley. I loved her very much, I loved to think of her 
body, to think about that afternoon we spent together. She seemed to take 
the whole thing with a grain-a-salt, though. That broke my heart. 

Like I said, that was three years ago. I think I should have fogotten that 
incident by now. But it's remained with me all this time, every time I have 
sex with a man, any man. 

But back, back long ago, it was different. 

Okay, three years back ... and I can still remember how I had rushed back to 
my bedroom after the shower, finding her skirt and half slip on my bed. And 
from downstairs, my sister Shirley calmly called up to ask me what I was 
preparing for dinner. Just like that.... 

Three years back ... and we never did anything even close to mutual 
masturbation during those trying three years. Those were the three years I 
loosened up on my love-life as I got out to work. I went too far, balling 
like crazy, one guy pushing me off on another, the word got out on me and 
how I loved to get balled. 

Now I'll have to tell you something that I'm sure is important to my sexual 
case history, no matter how sick it may seem to a lot of you readers. I 
never stopped having sexual thoughts about my sister Shirley, but I worked 
them into my free-swinging with the guys. I mean, I would be forever 
imagining Shirley getting fucked by the same cock servicing me. So many 
times, a guy humping fast and hard cock to me, my imagination would bring 
Shirley into the picture, nude or with that bathtowel wrapped about her. 

"Give it to me ... give it to me!" I would chant, eyes closed and really 
meaning: Give it to us! Sick, I know, but I always imagined Shirley getting 
fucked by the same guys, shoving her pussy right out there, always being 
greedy about it. I constantly had the urge to think of her as a hot 
nympho-bitch, always after the guys. 

I had to imagine her more of a swinger than I was, always balling, me right 
there to watch her. I would never have admitted it to myself, but I had the 
subconscious desire to watch her nude and in action. And always, my mind 
seemed to rush back to that one instant bout of mutual masturbation and the 
frustration of never having touched one another. 

So now I can move right up to the present, the trying period of time while 
all the household planning and thoughts went into Shirley's high school 
graduation and everything else had to take a back seat to it. 

Love or hate ... the two were building up within me, all directed 
subconsciously toward my sister and I continually tried to wrap myself up 
into my own activities. I didn't have much of anything going for me, except 
the guys I dated and that was strictly for balling. 

Call it fate or what ... but that was the time that Marta started working in 
my office. I did a double-take the first time I ever saw her. She was almost 
a double for my sister, the same shapely frame, the long golden tresses of 
hair. She was beautiful and had just turned eighteen. She was from a nearby 
town and had graduated from high school the year before at the age of 
seventeen. I knew she had taken her own pad in town, a small furnished 
apartment not too far from our house. 

Instinct or need ... I can't quite pin it down, but from the very first day, 
when Marta seemed so frightened on the job, I started playing "big sister" 
to her. I was always there to show her the work, help her out with the 
various files and whatever she needed to get started at her work. She was 
grateful and she seemed to cling to me. She was like the kid sister I really 
wanted, I kept telling myself. 

Now I'll tell you the many tricks the mind plays on us. She looked a lot 
like Shirley, all the same beautiful light features, the curvy frame, even 
the proud jut of their breasts-all so alike ... it was frightening. But 
during those first few days that she was on the job I would look at her and 
tell myself that it was Shirley, that they were totally identical. I had 
made her into an "adopted kid sister," and I had a very special feeling for 
Marta. 

Not physical ... I tried to tell myself, foolishly thinking that fall the 
balling I did with guys made me totally straight. But I couldn't kid myself 
for long. Marta would wear a new blouse or a different sweater and I would 
be so painfully aware of the jut of her breasts, my hands always tingling to 
experience them. And then whenever she worked at her typewriter, if she 
would shift about or cross her legs, my eyes would be zooming right up into 
the spread of her thighs. 

She was turning me on, more and more, day by day, and I didn't seem to know 
what to do about it. We were always together, taking our coffee breaks 
together, having lunch together, walking home from work together. 

I was so wrapped up in her that I couldn't seem to see so many obvious 
things about me. A number of the young guys in the office were always trying 
to ask her for dates, but she seemed to have a smooth way of putting them 
off. I didn't realize it then, but she was really frightened of the guys. 
She would be looking at me-so much like I would be looking at her, and you 
know the excitement is being generated. 

I had to deny it for the longest time, telling myself that she was a sweet 
kid who needed help, and I subconsciously needed a substitute for my kid 
sister. Okay, we kept getting closer and closer, always doing things 
together, even meeting and going to the movies together. 

Sitting so close to Marta, my eyes constantly moving to one side at the 
throbbing of her tightly-sweatered breasts, or down at the hemline of her 
mini-skirt, wanting to edge over closer, but not daring to. And I can still 
remember the time that I noticed her hand on the edge of my seat and I 
wanted to hold it. That's all, I just wanted to hold her hand, but something 
told me I couldn't do that, not in the movie house of a small town. 

It was all so much like a date, but I was troubled beyond the movie and 
having coffee and a snack together. It couldn't be the same as a date after 
that I told myself. I hurried home, as I left her near the corner of her 
pad. And I sensed that she had wanted to invite me up, but couldn't quite 
get up the nerve to ask me. It wouldn't be for merely "a visit," I sensed 
that, somewhere in the back of my mind. 

I went home that night, admitting to myself that I had gone to the movies 
with Marta in place of a date with a guy-in fact, I had turned down a 
handsome stud, a guy I had made it with a number of times, just to be near 
Marta. I was so damned turned on, getting ready for bed, I could feel all of 
my body throbbing, telling myself that I should have gone out with that guy. 
I had to rush out of my clothing, telling myself that I had an urge to sleep 
in the nude. 

The little lie ... I had the urge to be nude so that I could run my hands 
all over my body underneath the covers. I wanted to be nude so that I could 
jam hands right up into the inner reaches of my thighs, solidly into my 
lovemound. 

I was for guys ... I inwardly tormented myself, straining to think of having 
a guy ball me, but Marta was there in all my mental images. She was there 
... but she was a hazy composite of her and my sister, and all the cocks I 
created in my sexual fantasy were directed that way. I wanted to think of 
just a guy-not of Shirley or Marta, but I couldn't quite pull it off. 

I had my thigh out wide underneath the covers, ramming fingers of both hands 
to my throbbing pussy, like a damned schoolgirl. I couldn't stop myself, 
trying desperately to think of all those fingers as a cock. I tried to think 
of the biggest cock I had ever taken, the one that had made my pussy ache 
the most, had really made me sore down there. 

I could only think of that beautiful young girl ... and I wasn't sure if it 
was my sister or Marta ... but I wanted her to be close to me-very close and 
I let my imagination run wild in that direction. I rolled over on my side, 
shoving fingers fast and furious to my pussy, imagining myself kissing a 
girl's lips, pressing hard, feeling the lush knockers locked into mine. I 
could imagine the lithe frame hugging mine, rubbing hard and getting ready 
to mutually orgasm, hanging tight to one another. 

So confused ... I orgasmed, my body finally grinding to a halt, my fingers 
all sticky with my heavy cream. I closed my eyes, trying desperately to get 
to sleep. Across the hall, I could hear my sister in her room, moving about, 
probably trying on new clothes, so involved with her own life. 

I don't remember falling asleep that night, but I do remember what a 
struggle it was, all those confused thoughts running through my brain. I 
woke up that next morning with a very definite plan in my mind. I thought it 
just had to be the solution to everything. I wanted Marta as my 
friend-telling myself that I would never be close with my sister-and I 
figured the way to do that was to double-date with guys. You see it all the 
time, girls swing together, usually going out with guys who are buddies. You 
can go anywhere, be close to your girlfriend, and still be hanging onto the 
guy's arm. 

I had just the guys in mind, a couple of buddies who shared a pad and 
belonged to the same cycle club. Red and Rick ... I had been out with both 
of them a number of times. Red was a burly guy, his nickname telling the 
color of his hair. He was a real stud and that pubic bush of flame colored 
hair made his cock and balls look all the more exciting to me. He was fun to 
be with, too. So was Rick, a tall and lanky guy, hung heavy but not quie up 
on the same par as Red. 

I should have sensed the uneasiness in Marta when I asked her to meet a 
friend of mine, that we could doubledate that Friday night. I should have 
sensed that she said yes to please me, that she wanted to remain close to 
me. 

Okay, I can give you the details in a hurry. We went out that night for a 
bite to eat and quite a few drinks. And then we were riding around in Red's 
car, with Rick and Marta in the back seat. Red had pulled me over close to 
him on the front seat and I was positioned so that I could continually sneak 
glances in the rear-view mirror at Rick and Marta. 

She seemed so uneasy back there, sitting slightly away from Rick. And then 
he reached out and pulled her close to him, his arm going about her waist. I 
couldn't help but sneak glances back there, at how Rick reached over and 
kissed her, and I was so certain that she wasn't at ease, that she wasn't 
really into it. 

Red never asked,, he simply assumed, driving out to a summer camp they had 
out by the lake. They braked to a halt in the driveway and passed the bottle 
around. I took a little pull on the booze, but Marta nodded that she didn't 
want any. I was locked into Red's arms and we made it into the small camp 
with the main room and the bedroom. My eyes went directly to the couch by 
the fireplace in the main room, knowing there were twin beds in the other 
room. 

Red and Rick loved to ball side by side with chicks, I knew that, I had been 
in on some wild sessions. But I nodded to Rick, giving him a sign to remain 
in the front room with Marta. I told myself that I didn't want to get laid 
with her in the same room, but I knew that it was that she would be too 
uneasy about it all. I was getting all the signs ... and I was beginning to 
wonder if I had not blundered setting up the double-date. 

The small talk was so damned strained and I let Red just about push me into 
the other room. 

"What's with your friend?" Red wanted to know, working me over to the edge 
of the one of the beds. "She's a little uptight-" 

"She just met Rick!" I was quick to defend her. "She's not that fast!" 

"Okay, okay, baby!" And Red was at it, running his big hands up and down my 
sides, jamming himself into me, letting me feel that fantastic bulge of hard 
cock pressing directly above my lovemound. "Give us a big kiss!" he teased, 
pressing his open mouth to mine, letting his tongue do a variety of instant 
lewd things deep inside my mouth. 

I writhed and twisted, trying desperately to get into the swing of 
things-trying not to worry about Marta out in the other room with Rick. I 
had to let out a deep groan, Red working his hands quickly down the rear of 
me, coming up fast on the. back of my thighs, jamming his big hands on the 
filminess of my panties. I couldn't stop groaning the instant sensation of 
having his tongue solidly in my mouth, his big hands fevering my panty-clad 
buttocks, shoving me right up to the bulging front of him. 

I was still straining to hear what was going on in the other room, the door 
partially open. I was so annoyed at myself for worrying about Marta. And 
then I started trembling, getting turned-on solidly into my sexual thing 
with Red, and still wondering just exactly how much experience Marta had 
with guys. Rick could come on strong, I realized, since I had been 
fantastically balled by him a number of times. 

She's a big girl ... I tried to tell myself and I tried not to think of them 
in the other room. I had to get solidly into my thing with Red, to give back 
as much as he was offering me. He was working hard at it all the way around, 
his hands pressing hard through the filminess of my panties, scorching up 
and down my buttocks, the fingers continually crawling into the crack of my 
ass, making my panties bind and drive me wild. 

I couldn't stop thinking about Marta and Red in the other room, and I had to 
get more involved with Red, as though that would erase all my thoughts about 
the next room. I had to rush into it, really go ape and I jammed a hand down 
between us, instantly capturing the enormous bulge at the crotch of his 
trousers. 

Red let out a deep animalistic sound, his mouth still jammed to mine, his 
tongue doing wild things to me. He moved about, running his hands fiercely 
on my buttocks and I got the message, quickly unzipping his fly and getting 
that hand right up inside to really do a lot of groping and grabbing. I felt 
the full length and thickness of his swollen prick through the front of his 
undershorts, and I dug and dove my hand frantically onward, inward, grasping 
at the real thing, loving the feel of throbbing prick. 

"Oh, do it nice!" Red moaned, finally edging his mouth back from mine. "Make 
it talk!" He loved being lewd, slamming his hands continually harder at my 
ass. 

I stroked the swollen prick, finally tugging it out into the open, getting 
the full feel of it. And as I did, Red circled one of his big hands to the 
front of me, edging fingers up inside the seams of my panties, crawling up 
into the pink moistness of my pussy. 

I had to bite down hard on my lower lip, trying not to screech out too loud, 
bringing the thought of cock and cunt together-oh, so fantastically 
together! But feeling the fingers toying like a cock in my snatch and 
stroking the stud-cock back and forth, my thoughts all rushed out to the 
other room and I was aflame with thoughts of Marta and Red in the same 
position out there by the couch. 

I could suddenly feel the heads of perspiration as big as silver dollars on 
my forehead, forming thick and bouncing off me. I couldn't pull back from 
the sexual magnetism of Red, trembling about my real fear about the other 
couple in the other room. I was no longer concerned about Marta as to her 
possible fear of Rick. No ... I had to admit to myself that I was going wild 
imagining Marta balling with Red. I couldn't think of anything else but her 
having her kicks, her pussy on fire and ready to go. 

I thought I was going mad, Red suddenly seeming so heavy all over me. I was 
thinking of Rick about to shove cock to Marta and I had the most perverse 
envy going. It was more than envy, it was sheer jealousy that I couldn't 
shove a hard cock to her. I couldn't erase the far-out images of myself with 
a hard cock, humping it fast and furiously to Marta. 

I couldn't think that way, I kept telling myself, and I was rubbing harder 
and harder at Red's cock, letting him dig his fingers deeper and deeper into 
my pussy. I wanted to get laid, fast and furiously. I wanted Red's cock 
jammed to my pussy, rushing me to a completion. I thought it was all as 
simple as that. 

"Down, Doris-baby!" Red worked one hand up to the back of my head, telling 
me that he was anxious to have me wrap my mouth around his swollen prick. 
"Do me great, like nobody else can!" 

"No-" I tightened, having a sudden fear of Marta catching me in that 
perverse act, my mouth racing down on a cock. "I-I can't!" I tightened, 
always wanting to scream out for him to hurry up and yank my panties down 
and shove cock to me. I was trembling, not even wanting all of my clothes 
off, just to get that swollen prick up my pussy as fast as possible. 

"Hey, baby-" Red looked puzzled. "That's not the Doris-chick I know!" And he 
was still trying to get me to go down on my knees. 

I was about to go down, about to have him force me into it, when my name was 
shouted from the other room, Marta screaming suddenly. 

"Doris! Please...." And she rushed up into the doorway, pulling it open as I 
edged back from Red. 

"Honey...."I moaned, looking at the torn buttons of her blouse, the lushness 
of one breast about to plop out over the bra-cup. She was in disarray and 
she was trembling, Rick at a distance behind her, his fly unzipped, his hard 
cock jutting male-proud out in the open. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry...." And I 
rushed to her. 

"Doris, I couldn't-" she sobbed and rushed into my arms. I pulled her close 
to me, unable to make out the incoherent sounds from her. 

"I thought she wanted to swing-" Rick shrugged, moving up closer, looking 
from us to Red. 

"Like, what's wrong?" Red was annoyed. 

"She's not that experienced," I alibied, trying to keep her close to me. 
"Please Red!" 

And I instantly knew that wasn't all there was to me. I could sense by the 
closeness of her, the way she seemed to need me, the real cause of her 
fears. She wanted me, I knew that, and I tried not to show too much interest 
in front of the guys. 

I wasn't confused on that score, all the way home, with just the three of us 
sitting up front. I had my arm around Marta, while Red kept both hands on 
the wheel in silence. He was hip to something, but it was as though he 
didn't want to bring it out in the open. 

I was in charge with Marta, and I loved the way she clung to me, needed me. 
I told Red to leave us off at her pad, that I'd see that she was all right. 
I knew why we would be going up to her pad and I felt as though I was racing 
to my destiny. 

"You don't have to, Doris...." Marta trembled. "You don't have to see me up, 
I'll be all right now...." She seemed so nervous once Red left us off in 
front of her place. 

"I want to," I tightened my arm about her waist and then I had to kiss her, 
planting my lips very close to hers. And then I edged back slightly and I 
did something I had wanted to do so many times before that-I took her hand 
in mine and calmly walked to her door, going hand in hand up the stairway to 
her small furnished apartment. 

I closed the door behind us, and I knew it wasn't the time for Smalltalk 
about how nicely she kept her pad or any of that crap. I had a certain 
finality about the way I closed the door and then I turned her in toward me, 
taking her other hand, too. Both of our hands clasped, I forced her to have 
the meeting of the eyes, our bodies continually moving closer and closer, 
the very tips of our breasts about to touch. 

"I'm so sorry about the date...." I whispered hoarsely, my mouth edging 
closer and closer to hers. "I should have realized ... but I've been .so 
confused...." Then we kissed, hotly, wetly, for a long time. 

I could feel the waves of pleasure surging through my body, pleasure I had 
never felt before, even with the best stud. I suddenly realized that it 
wasn't Marta I wanted to imagine myself with, or be with, but Shirley. 

Marta ignited almost as soon as my hands touched her breasts. She wasn't in 
the mood to dally. Stripping off her clothes, then ripping off mine, she 
jumped with me naked onto the floor and began kissing me all over, between 
my thighs, between my breasts, over my nipples, and then, over my oozing 
cunt lips. 

I lit up too when I felt her soothing caress over my hot clit. We wrestled 
together on the floor for a long time, sucking and licking each other's 
pussies, until she came with a wild scream. 

She insisted I come too. I tried, lying back while she sucked at my cunt, 
even licking into my asshole from time to time. But nothing happened. I 
found myself longing for something hot and stiff inside me. 

But then, I thought of Shirley for some reason. Everything changed. I could 
feel the waves of pleasure again through my thighs, my tummy. A minute 
later, I entered a powerful, fully-satisfying orgasm, screaming out 
Shirley's name at the top of my lungs. 

That day I realized once and for all I wasn't a lesbian. Marta was a 
beautiful, sensuous young girl, but still I couldn't get turned on by her. I 
realized I had a worse problem. The only way I could really enjoy sex was to 
think of Shirley. The only thing I really wanted to do was fuck Shirley. 

Of course, she had a life of her own by now. I met my husband, we fucked a 
lot, he liked me, we decided to stick together. Just like that. He never 
imagined what was going on inside my head. I guess he just assumed that I 
wasn't too much of a hot box. 

But things have been getting worse. I can make believe I'm with Shirley if 
my husband is kissing me, caressing me, eating my pussy. When he sticks his 
cock in me, it's hard. And I can't go down on him any more. That would show 
me that it's him, not Shirley, and I can't bear the thought of making it 
with anyone but her. 

What can I do? I don't really have any idea. I haven't even seen Shirley in 
a long time. But doctor, I want her so bad, more than I want anyone else. 

My husband is getting rightfully pissed off. He says if I can't suck his 
cock, if I don't want him to fuck me, something is wrong. He suspects all 
sorts of things. I knew what the trouble was. I just told him I'd see you, 
and maybe things will work out. In the meantime, I'll do my best to please 
him. He's good to me. He really doesn't deserve a woman like me, a confused, 
hung-up chick like me. 

Guess you don't get many patients who come and tell you their problem. I'm 
not here to find out mine. I know it. I want to know how to stop it, before 
it destroys my life, and my husband's. 

 CONCLUSION 

This is indeed a strange case. The woman is right in her own diagnosis. 
She's apparently in love with her sister, although she is by no means a 
lesbian. I've seen a case like this only once before. 

Having no one else, it was difficult. But now that she's married, she should 
be getting over her problems. She isn't. Apparently the problem is very 
deep-rooted. She needs therapy, she needs to be shown once and for all her 
sister is not the only person in the world who can love her. Her husband 
loves her, wants her. All she has to do is realize this. Recovery will 
follow. 

For the time being, I might suggest she go see her sister. Instead of 
increasing her attraction to Shirley, seeing her as she really is, older, 
mature, will have the sobering effect that is needed. 

Sometimes the only cure for fantasy is a good, hard dose of reality. 


THE END
