Tempted Teenagers Private School Orgies
by Unknown


GENERAL INTRODUCTION 

	Toby J., Age Fourteen: The product of a broken home and an overly critical 
mother. She sends him to private school to get him out of her sight. And 
there he becomes a man sexually, under the close guidance of one of his 
teachers. 

	Joanne M., Age fifteen: A shy girl who was led into lesbianism by her older 
sister and then found more of the same at private school. Her sister saw to 
it that she got some very rough treatment while she was there. 

	Randy B., Age fourteen: A boy who considered himself to be extremely ugly, 
and thought he would never have sex with a woman unless he paid for it. 
There was just such a service that was catering to all the boys at his 
school. 

	Adele W., Age thirteen: Her mother worried that she was always in trouble 
and might become a lesbian, so she sent her to a coeducational school, where 
the girl promptly set herself up as the sole mistress of the entire 
basketball team. 

	Brian J., Age fourteen: A stranger in a foreign land, he is willing to do 
just about anything to have friends, and is set up in bed with an older 
woman. He is not aware that his supposed friend is about to play a very 
cruel joke on him. 

	Sharon J., Age thirteen: A girl who actually believed that a thirty-five 
year old teacher, the Don Juan of the private school set was in love with 
her. She later finds out that she is just one of his many teenage 
mistresses. 

	Jeffrey P., Age fourteen: A boy who attends a military academy and comes 
home to a pampering mother. Her nymphomaniac friend teaches the boy the 
sexual ropes and then jilts him. He takes revenge in the form of sex with 
her own daughter. 

	CASE HISTORY ONE 

	Subject: Toby J. Age: Fourteen 

	INTERVIEW ONE 

	This young man was the product of a broken home. His mother was extremely 
critical of the boy since the age of ten, when the parents broke up. She was 
so critical of him that she wanted him out of her sight, and so sent him to 
a fashionable boarding school where he had to live as well, even though 
their own home was within daily traveling distance. 

	The school, while being quite expensive did not have very stringent rules 
of conduct, and so the boy was pretty much on his own to roam the city, once 
his daily lessons were completed. The contrast between the severely critical 
mother, and the nearly total lack of discipline at home drove the boy into 
an adolescent frenzy. 

	I was almost glad when my mother finally decided to send me to that old 
school. It was bad enough when I was a little kid, with her always putting 
me down just because I was a boy. You know, she hated my father so much that 
she was always telling me that she even hated sex, and the sight of anything 
that was male. 

	When she saw that I was starting to grow up, and the way I filled out my 
jeans, she started acting like she was even sick at the sight of me. The few 
times that I was allowed to have any of my friends over at the house, she 
would listen in on what we were saying, and if it had anything at all to do 
with sex, she would start screaming at all of us that we were vulgar, and 
that the boys should leave the house immediately. 

	After that, she really started getting down on me. It looked like no matter 
what I did, it just couldn't be right. You would think since she was so busy 
all the time telling me how she couldn't stand the sight of me, that she 
would try to stay away from me whenever she could. 

	But somewhere around the time that it was just before my thirteenth 
birthday, she started watching every move I made, and every word I said. It 
was about that time, when her friends were trying to get her to start going 
out with other men. But she said that she had more than enough money from 
what my father was giving her, and she didn't see any other purpose for 
another husband. 

	You had to hear her in those days. She was carrying on about how all men 
were animals. If she never had sex again in her life, it wouldn't matter at 
all to her. And all that time, I felt myself growing up and start to want 
certain things that a man would. 

	Like masturbating, and thinking about girls. I could be fast asleep, and 
just dreaming. Maybe once or twice my hand might have been on my prick. And 
all of a sudden, I would feel my mother shaking me real hard to get me to 
wake up and then she would start to scream at me and it would always be the 
same story with her. 

	"You filthy boy!" 

	"What! What's wrong?" 

	"You were doing it again!" 

	"Doing what? I was sleeping." 

	"I could tell what you were dreaming about. Look at you! Look at that hard 
thing." 

	And it would go on and on like that. Not only would she be spying on me 
when I was awake and in my room with the door closed, but she would be 
spying on me even when I was sleeping. 

	All I might be doing in my room was studying, or working on my stamp 
collection and I just wanted the door closed for a little quiet and privacy. 
I always thought it was normal for any person to want to have some privacy. 
At least, every once in a while. 

	I mean, she had lots of time when he wanted her door closed and nobody was 
supposed to come in, so why shouldn't I be allowed the same thing? But 
twenty minutes or a half hour would go by and I would just start thinking 
that she was getting out of the habit of snooping games with me. And right 
then my door would fly open and she would come running in, trying to catch 
me pulling my meat, or maybe reading some dirty book. 

	No matter what I was doing, she would say that I must have heard her coming 
and stopped doing dirty things with myself. She never even called it by 
name, because she felt it was so vulgar. 

	And all that shit really confused me no end. Because my mother was not 
exactly a saint when my father was living at home with us. She swung plenty, 
and from what I hear, that's the reason that my father went after the 
divorce. So who's kidding? 

	She screwed around behind my father's back plenty, and then she goes into 
trying to make me feel ashamed of myself for having been born with balls. I 
thought that men and women were supposed to be equal in this country! Well, 
man, any girl that thinks she's being treated like an inferior, ought to 
live in my house for just a day. 

	But you know how it is when you only have one parent. You try real hard to 
make them happy, because they're all you've got. Even though I felt that her 
spying on me was really kinky, I tried to give her nothing to complain 
about. But that didn't stop her. 

	So you could see that I was pretty miserable when she finally decided that 
I was much too dirty and undisciplined, as she called me, to stay at home 
with just a woman to raise me. I know that she was just looking for an 
excuse to get rid of me. 

	But I didn't care, because I was pretty happy to be out of there. There 
were times when I felt like I was living in a glass tank, just like my 
tropical fish. Only a fish doesn't do anything that you can be mad at. 
According to my mother, I never did anything good. 

	The school she wanted to send me to was a pretty nice place and from what I 
heard around, they weren't tough at all. Of all the schools she could have 
picked to give me a real hard time, it turned out that she picked the 
easiest one for me. 

	You know why she picked it? They said that they had the most advanced forms 
of psychological rearing. According to the brochures, it was supposed to 
make fine gentlemen out of even the most unbalanced young boy. You see why 
she picked it? I think she really believed that there was something wrong 
with me mentally. 

	At least that was what she told all of her friends and our relatives. And 
she laid it on pretty thick, because both sets of my grandparents tried to 
tell her that I should stay at home, because what I really needed were 
family ties. 

	I wish they would have kept their mouths shut. I know that they were trying 
to help me, but it only made my mother go into more of her tantrums, and she 
always took it out on me. 

	Then it was September and she drove me up there and left me. I had a strong 
feeling that she didn't want me to even come home for the holidays, and we 
were living so close to the school that I could have gotten there on the 
bus. 

	But I didn't care. At least that was what I kept telling myself. The school 
gave each boy a private room, with only what they called scholarship kids 
having to share. It was the first time since my father left us, that I would 
be able to go through a whole night without being spied on. 

	And I could even get through most of the day with my room door closed and 
locked. They did have keys to all the rooms, but as long as I showed up for 
class, and didn't do anything that was downright criminal, I was left pretty 
much on my own. 

	That school was so easy that they only had one bed check at ten. I'm sure 
they knew that a lot of the boys, especially the older ones, went out a few 
nights a week. And some of them didn't even come back until just before 
breakfast the next morning. 

	About as much as they expected from any of us was that we didn't do 
anything that would get us or the school in trouble with the law. That first 
night at the school, I was still a little scared that somebody might walk in 
any second, even though the door was closed, and locked. 

	But by the second night, I was so happy with my first privacy since I could 
remember, that my prick got hard just to be free to think about what I could 
do about it. So, of course, I did jerk off. I guess you can understand hat. 

	I didn't do it just once, though. I did it three times that night because 
it felt so good to finally give myself a few kicks without worrying about 
having somebody watching me. 

	Can you tell me if that stuff is habit-forming? Because I think that was 
what happened to me. That first week I stayed up almost all night, every 
night, and beat my meat. And when I was sleepy after all those nights, I 
kept waking up, because I wanted to do it some more. 

	When I was doing it, I started to think about what it would be like to make 
it with a girl. But as soon as I really got into my dream, I would see my 
mother and it all got mixed up together. 

	That part of it really got to me. I was worried that when I grew up, maybe 
I would never be able to make it with a chick because I would always see my 
mother standing over my shoulder. 

	It scared me so much that I started to think about it all the time. Before 
I knew it, I was thinking about her, but more about sex in general, just 
about all the time. Even when I was supposed to be paying attention in 
class, Math especially. 

	I had a lady teacher for that class. From what I heard from the older guys, 
she was supposed to have a couple of lovers in the senior class. I wished I 
never heard that, because I paid even less attention after that. 

	She would be giving out the lessons, and I would be looking at her tits, 
and her great ass. 

	Finally, she asked me to come to her office during study hours. For a chat, 
was what she said. 

	"You should be doing better in class. You have a fine mind. Suppose you 
tell me what's bothering you." 

	"I don't think I can." 

	"Come now. I've been teaching in this school for more than ten years. A lot 
of the boys think of me as their friend." 

	"But you're a woman." 

	"Well, I can't deny that. But it shouldn't get in our way, no matter what 
your problem is." 

	"Even if it has to do with sex?" 

	"Especially that. You boys being away from home so much need a woman you 
can talk to." 

	When she put it that way, it was very hard not to tell her what was 
bothering me. She seemed to really care about what happened to me, and that 
made me trust her. But the other stuff that she was doing made me want to 
tell her even more. 

	She pushed her chest out so she was sure that I couldn't miss out on those 
big tits of hers. Not that I ever did, ever since the first day I walked 
into that classroom. And then she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, so 
her skirt kept hiking up even higher. 

	Now you can't blame a guy for getting a hard-on with all that stuff going 
on in front of him, can you? She spotted it right off, and just smiled a 
tiny bit. 

	"I see that sex is your problem." 

	"Guess so." 

	"Something I can help you with?" 

	"How am I supposed to answer that?" 

	"You don't have to. I know just what you need. A nice warm bed, with a nice 
warm woman it." 

	"I admit that it does sound good." 

	"Then come up to my cottage after lights out. And then well see if I can 
straighten you out." 

	"I have no doubts about that." 

	She straightened me out, all right. Mrs. Winsome was already naked and in 
her bed waiting for me when I got there. I knew that I was expected to just 
get out of my clothes and hop into bed with her. 

	My prick was hard and aching from the time I stepped out of my clothes 
until I was shown how to jam it into her. It was all over pretty fast. I 
guess that was my fault. 

	Because it was going along okay with her helping me to get it into her and 
then her showing me how to hump. But as soon as I closed my eyes and started 
to let my mind kind of drift, I saw my mother standing there in the shadow. 
She was watching every move we made, and I had chills, waiting for her to 
jump on top of us and pull me out of there. 

	So the whole thing turned into a race between me and my nightmare. I humped 
away like crazy, even when she tried to slow me down by putting her hands on 
my ass and trying to keep me down inside of her. I was so scared that 
something was going to happen before I popped, that I kept humping like an 
idiot, and a couple of seconds later, I shot a real heavy wad. Half a second 
later, I pulled my prick right out of there and jumped into my clothes 
without my underwear or socks. 

	And then I ran like hell, back to my room. As soon as the door was locked, 
I started to shake so hard that I couldn't stop myself. That thing I was so 
worried about, even back at home, was really happening to me. My mother was 
haunting me in bed. 

	I never got to explain that part to my teacher. She kept asking me to stay 
after class, but since my work was back to my average, I knew what she 
wanted me to stay for. So I just ran out a little ahead of the rest of the 
class, and pretty soon she got the idea. 

	After that it was never the same for me. I wanted to fuck, and I knew that 
I could go back to fucking my teacher if I wanted to. But by the time I got 
up the guts to give it another try, I heard that she was making it with one 
of the boys up the hall from me. 

	She must have been mad at me and I guess I can't blame her. After all, I 
never did explain why I ran out of there like that. She must have thought 
that I didn't like what I did with her. 

	But that wasn't it, at all. I liked what we did just fine. If it wasn't for 
that thing with my mother, I would have gone back as much as she would let 
me. 

	I tried going back to jerking off after that, and it did feel good, but it 
just wasn't as good as before I made it with my teacher. I knew that a kid 
my age wasn't going to get many chances to make it with a woman. So I 
thought about asking some of the older guys if they could introduce me to a 
couple of girls. They did try for me. 

	There were a couple of parties with another school, and junk like that. And 
a few of the girls were pointed out to me as being easy lays. They were damn 
pretty, too, but I just couldn't see myself making it with them. 

	INTERVIEW TWO 

	That's when I first started to wonder if there was really something wrong 
with me. I thought that if I hated my mother all that much, I should be 
making it with young girls like anything. 

	She hadn't knocked me out completely. I mean that I still wanted sex, all 
right. It's just that everything was confused in my brain. I wanted the sex 
and I hated my mother. But whenever I felt that wanting the strongest, it 
always seemed to be tied up with my mother. 

	Now I don't mean that I wanted to make it with her. I just wanted to make 
it with someone who was sort of like her. She didn't have to have the same 
face or body. Just the same sort of voice, or a way of moving that reminded 
me of her. 

	And I really mean that. When I started spending nights away from school and 
walking around the streets in town, just looking at women, I would always 
run away from the ones that looked too much like my mother. I was working 
very hard to get away from that nightmare of mine. But I knew that I 
couldn't do it all at once, so I didn't even try to make it with girls my 
own age in the beginning. 

	I figured the best place for me to start was with a woman who didn't remind 
me at all of my mother. That's when I started hanging around at this 
burlesque theater. There were a couple of them up town, but this one had a 
back and a side door, and only the back one had a man sitting there. 

	I used to pass by that place at night, when I was just walking with no 
place to go and I saw that by ten he was usually tanked up pretty good. Then 
he would just sit in his chair by the back door and try to look sober. He 
must have known that if he tried to get up he would probably fall down, so 
he just sat there. 

	So ten o'clock was the best time that I could risk sneaking in there. By 
then the show was already started and everyone was so busy looking at the 
girls stripping on the stage that they wouldn't have noticed me even if I 
walked right down the middle aisle. 

	But I didn't do anything as stupid as that. I kind of crawled up behind the 
seats, and I could see pretty well from the spaces between the chairs. The 
whole show was pretty terrific, but there was this one stripper that really 
got to me. 

	She looked a little older than the rest of them, but I don't mean that she 
looked all broken down or anything like that. She just looked mature. Her 
name on the board was Champagne Bubbles, and I even liked the sound of it. 
Best of all, she had huge tits, and real rounded hips. 

	My mother is one of those elegant types, with almost no tits at all and 
hips that are shaped like mine. And this woman had pink hair. I mean it. 
Even when she wasn't under the colored lights, her hair was pink. 

	I had a huge hard-on all the time she was dancing on stage and when the 
next number went on, I still hung around to see if this one would be any 
better. But the girl was about twenty or so, with pigtails, and this little 
dress with ruffles on it. 

	They called her Cutsie Pie, and she made me want to puke. So I left. When I 
got back to my room school, I beat my meat pretty hard a couple of times. I 
had a lot in me, just thinking about Champagne and wondering if I could ever 
get to meet her. 

	The show was only on weekends, Friday and Saturday night, and I had seen 
her on Saturday. So I had almost a whole week to think about it. I don't 
think I really tried to figure out a way of meeting her while I was still at 
school. But after I finished jerking myself off a lot, I would go to sleep. 
A real deep sleep and then I would dream about a big cunt with pink hair on 
it. I had that same dream three times in the one week. 

	So by the time Friday came around, I was really anxious to meet her if I 
could. I knew that I couldn't just take the chance of hanging around outside 
the theater after the show. But 

	I did try it anyway on Friday night. I remember that it was raining, and my 
prick was still hard for the whole hour that I was waiting for the show to 
end. 

	Then I saw that I wasn't going to be waiting out there alone. There were a 
lot of guys hanging around about twenty minutes before the end of the show. 
They were all grown men and some of them had flowers and junk like that with 
them. A few of them were waiting for Champagne. 

	They all gathered around her when she came out and I felt kind of hurt 
inside to see her leave with one of them holding each of her arms. She 
collected presents and one of them had a limousine waiting. 

	There was no way I could compete with that kind of action and I really 
didn't want to. So I just hung around the sidelines for a couple of minutes, 
watching all the other guys fighting to take her to dinner. I was sure she 
didn't even notice I was there. 

	But just as she was starting to get into the limousine, she turned in my 
direction and threw her whole bouquet of roses to me. I know that my face 
got all red and I wanted to say thank you but I just stood there like a 
little idiot. 

	That night when I went back to school, I didn't even care if the guys made 
fun of me for bringing flowers back. I put water in an empty milk carton, 
and I put the flowers in it on the stand right next to the bed. 

	And that night when I jerked myself off, it was even groovier than before. 
Because I had the flowers, her flowers, right in the room with me, and I 
could just reach out and touch them as much as I wanted to.I touched them a 
lot that night, because I spent the night jerking off and it was funny the 
way my come felt so much greater when I had my hand on those flowers. 

	A bomb right in the middle of town wouldn't have kept me from going to the 
theater on Saturday night. I stood in my regular spot and I didn't take my 
eyes off her for one second. She was doing a new number that night and it 
was terrific. 

	I was so turned on by the flowers and all, that I just couldn't face the 
idea of going out there again and seeing her leave with all those guys. I 
knew that the only chance I had was to get to her before they did. So I ran 
like a thief to the back of the theater and started hunting through all the 
dressing rooms until I came to the one with her name on it. 

	And then I just sat down and waited for her to come in like I owned the 
place. Her tits had really gotten to me this time because in her new dance 
she was naked above the waist all the time and they bounced around a lot. I 
started thinking about taking my hard-on and rubbing the tip of it all over 
her juicy tits. 

	She just walked in and smiled really friendly at me, like she wasn't at all 
surprised to find me sitting in front of her dressing table. Now I'm no 
expert on women, but there was a look in her eyes, and something that I 
can't even explain to you. All I know is that from the minute she walked 
into the room and saw me there, I just knew that she had a thing for young 
boys. 

	It was the same something that my teacher had when I was with her, and I 
knew that Mrs. Winsome definitely had a thing for young boys because she was 
making it with them all the time. And there it was again. I couldn't believe 
how lucky I was to have picked a stripper that actually dug on making it 
with boys my age. 

	She seemed to be listening by the door after she closed it and then I 
started to listen to. We could hear the rest of the girls and the guys who 
worked behind the curtains leaving for the night. Somebody knocked on the 
door to ask if she needed a lift and she didn't even bother to answer it. I 
guess she wanted them to think she had left already. 

	So just from those things I knew that I had a pretty good chance of making 
it with her and she was so very different from any woman 

	I ever saw before that I wasn't even thinking of my mother for the first 
time I can ever remember. 

	"I was wondering how you would handle it." 

	"No point in fighting the crowd." 

	"I'm glad you did it this way." 

	"And I'm glad I thought of it." 

	Since I was sitting in the only chair in the place, I wanted to get up and 
offer it to her. But when I did, she could see what a hard-on I was 
carrying. Her eyes went straight to it. 

	"Did I do all that much to you?" 

	"All by yourself." 

	"Come on. How about the rest of the girls?" 

	"I didn't even look at them." 

	"Then you've done this before." 

	"Not exactly. Just this teacher in school." 

	"Sounds like you found out what you were looking for pretty fast. Me, it 
took about twenty-five years." 

	"You really turn me on." 

	"Oh? And what do you like best? I've found that my admirers like different 
parts of me." 

	"I like all of you. But best of all, I like your tits. They are really big 
and beautiful." 

	"You're pretty hot for a young boy." 

	"Only because of you, Champagne." 

	"You are awfully young. I have developed a taste for boys in the past few 
years, but I never had one as young as you. I'm not sure if I have the right 
to corrupt you." 

	"My teacher did that already." 

	"Yes, I suppose you could say that. But a teacher is a much better image 
for a young boy to admire than stripper." 

	"No, she's too much like-" 

	"Like what?" 

	"Forget it. I would much rather have you." 

	"How can I turn you down when you put it like that?" 

	"I'd rather have you than a stuffy old teacher any day. You're sexy, and so 
well-so everything I dig." 

	"Come here and kiss me." 

	I was so excited to get to her that I kicked the chair right over, but she 
didn't even pay attention to that. I knew that she wanted me to kiss her, 
but she was still wearing those stilts that are supposed to be shoes, that 
all the strippers wear. 

	And I'm not a very tall kid, so I couldn't even reach her mouth by standing 
on tiptoe. But I did come right up to her tits and that was just fine with 
me. 

	She was only wearing her pasties and G-string. Most of her tits, except for 
the little bit around her long hard nipples were as naked as the teacher's 
were that night. I was too turned on by her to think about being shy and I 
just put my face right in there and rubbed it around in that warm, soft 
meat. 

	Champagne was a little sweaty from the show and the hot lights and all, and 
I really dug on the smell of the hot body and the greasepaint that she had 
down there. I started kissing and licking like crazy. It tasted a little 
salty, and I dug it. 

	"You feel so nice with your mouth down there." 

	That was her way of telling me that I should do some more. I guessed at 
that and I was guessing pretty fast, because I didn't want to blow the whole 
thing when I wanted it so much. 

	I started kissing her tits all over the place and then she put her hand 
under one of them and pretty soon my whole mouth was filled with titty. 
Somehow the pastie came off in my mouth and I didn't know what to do with 
it, so I swallowed it. 

	The thing tasted awful, but I didn't want to take my mouth away from her 
tit, not even for the second to spit it out. I still don't know what she 
thought of me doing a stupid thing like that, but she never said anything 
about it. I guess strippers have a lot of those things and they can always 
get some more. 

	Now I had a taste of her nipple and I sucked on it just like a baby would. 
Only I was old enough to know how lucky I was to have it in my mouth. She 
must have liked the way I was doing it, because she played with my hair and 
moaned a lot. 

	"Would you like to fuck me?" 

	"Oh, boy, would I!" 

	"Then get undressed and come in the corner with me. I can fix us a nice 
little bed from these feather shawls." 

	If you ever want to feel something wild, then try lying down naked with a 
sexy woman on top of a pile of furs and feathers. I'll be you never felt 
anything like it. 

	Maybe that's why I had the guts to ask her if I could rub my prick around 
on her tits. I mean, the whole thing was so freaky to begin with, that 
everything I wanted to do, no matter how freaky it sounded in my mind, 
seemed to be okay once we got to doing it. 

	She even helped me get a real charge out of it, by holding her tits up and 
together in her hands, once my prick was between them. Then she rubbed them 
back and forth against my prick and I didn't have to do anything but get the 
charge of my life out of it. 

	I had to stop pretty quick, because I felt like I was going to come any 
second. She saw how I was breathing hard and kind of shaking. Then she just 
took my prick in her hand and started to move me down until I was right 
against her cunt. 

	Then she didn't have to help me anymore. I pushed it right into her and 
then I started to fuck her like crazy. My prick was nice and slick from all 
the sweat and grease between her tits and it felt like dynamite as it went 
into her hot cunt after that. 

	I was kind of in a hurry again, but this time it wasn't because I was 
thinking of my mother being there. I was just so hot and so excited to be 
really fucking a woman that had nothing to do with my hang-ups, that I 
couldn't hang on for very long without shooting. 

	All the time I was fucking her, she kept kissing me and playing with my 
ass. I wanted to hold out so I could be inside of her for a long time. But 
with her doing all that great stuff to me, besides letting me fuck a 
gorgeous broad like her, I shot a great gob of stuff much before I wanted 
to. 

	But she didn't even care. She let me hang around a little while and then I 
was hard again. You know what she did this time? She sucked me off! A great 
broad like her, that could be with all those men and their gifts and money 
and I was the lucky one she wanted to blow! 

	I don't know what happened, but all of a sudden it was very late and I 
wanted to get back to school while I still could. I was so knocked out by 
all the excitement that I couldn't even get my clothes on. 

	Don't think I didn't know I was going to be in trouble, but the whole thing 
was just too much for me. I didn't care what happened on Sunday morning when 
they didn't see me at breakfast. I just wanted to sleep on all those nice 
feathers as long as she would stay with me. 

	We had snuggled down and my face was right on her tits and I just fell 
asleep that way. She was such a wonderful lady, that she stayed right there 
with me until morning. 

	And that's how I wound up here. The whole thing really got to me and since 
I didn't have anyone else to talk to, I went to my math teacher and told her 
the whole thing. I was hoping that she would get me out of trouble with the 
headmaster somehow. 

	But she turned out to be a bitch because I ran out on her like that and 
chased a strip teaser on top of it. The headmaster decided I needed help. I 
guess it's not all that bad, because I really want to get myself together. 
I'm all mixed up now. 

	CONCLUSION 

	It was indeed fortunate that Toby had been caught and sent for help so 
early in his fixation. While it was still fresh in his mind, he could 
express himself easily and the counselor had an easy time of pointing out 
where it all began. 

	Once the boy was able to accept his mother's role in it all, he found that 
he no longer desired the older women. By the end of the school term, he was 
taking girls his own age to the spring dances. 

	CASE HISTORY TWO 

	Subject: Jo-Anne M. Age: Fifteen 

	INTERVIEW ONE 

	This young lady was advised to seek analysis after she had been treated in 
the emergency room of a hospital for internal damage to her female organs. 
It was not known at the time to the doctors, that in addition to practicing 
masturbation to the point of perversion, she had also been a lesbian for 
almost two years. 

	When she came in for her first appointment, it was apparent that she had 
frightened herself quite badly with her self-inflicted injuries and was 
desperately seeking answers. 

	My sister got me into the girl thing when I was much too little to fight 
with her. She had gotten into it at the same girl's school that my parents 
sent me to when I was old enough for their lowest grade. 

	I guess you could say that I never had any choice in the way I wanted to be 
about sex. Janice had started it on a kick with a couple of the upper class 
girls who told her that all the girls at school did stuff like that. Only 
they also went out with boys and made it with them. 

	Janice was only supposed to go for making it with girls when there wasn't 
anything else around. But she got stuck on the girl thing and never did make 
it with boys. And she dug it so much that she wanted some of the same kicks 
when she was home on holiday. 

	So since I was the only female available in the house that she could boss 
around, I was it. At first all she wanted me to do was frig her, and I 
didn't think that was so bad, because I did it all the time to myself. 

	And when she promised that she would do it to me at the same time, I 
thought it would be okay. And it really was okay. It was kind of scary to 
have my sister's hand in there, and her hole felt different, because it had 
some fur on the outside of it. 

	She came different than me though. She came a lot, and all I did when I was 
little was get some great chills. But the next time she came home from 
vacation she wanted me to eat her, and I didn't even like the sound of that. 
So I said no. 

	But Janice beat me up a little, and then I was too scared not to do what 
she wanted. I was even more scared of her that time than I usually was. 
Because we used to fight all the time and she would win, but after a couple 
more terms at school, she was turning into a real tough tom-boy. 

	So she told me how to go down on her and I did it just the way she said she 
liked. Her come trickled down onto my tongue and mouth, and it tasted kind 
of funny. But it didn't taste bad. 

	And when I was finished I told her that I wanted something for myself, 
because that was only fair. I wanted her to eat me just the way I did to 
her, but she wouldn't do it. . 

	Janice told me that I had to wait until I started the school in September, 
so I would be initiated. I didn't even understand what she was talking 
about. But I knew that I wasn't going to get any fun for myself from her, 
and I started to cry. 

	So then she felt bad about making me cry like that, and she promised she 
would do something else for me. I asked her what it was, but she told me 
that it was going to be a surprise. So she made me stay in the room while 
she ran downstairs to the kitchen. 

	I couldn't even think of what the surprise could be, but I was very excited 
from what I had done to her, and I was all shaky until she came upstairs. 
Then she showed me this hot dog, and I almost fainted. 

	Now I never thought about using a hot dog on myself. I thought that was 
another trick she had learned in school, but she just laughed and called me 
silly, because how could girls keep hot dogs in their rooms. Then she told 
me that she used to do herself with one of those when she was just my age. 
And she couldn't understand how come I never thought of it myself. 

	It kind of hurt when she pushed it into me, but there wasn't much blood. I 
guess that was because I used to do myself a lot with my fingers, until I 
could get a couple of them in there at a time. Then I would pull and push. I 
guess I made room in there myself for something a little bigger than my 
fingers. Anyway, it did feel very good. 

	While Janice was doing me with the hot dog in her right hand, she used her 
left hand and played with my clitty. I never tried both things at the same 
time before. This time when I came, it was as much goop as Janice came when 
I was eating her. 

	I remember how I felt all hot and shivery at the same time. And how I kept 
pushing myself up at both her hands. It was really wonderful, and I promised 
myself that if this stuff was so good, I would be very patient and wait 
until I started the school so I could be really surprised when I learned the 
other stuff from the girls there. 

	It was sort of like promising myself an extra Christmas. But this one was 
going to be in September. During the summer I started sprouting a little fur 
of my own, and even my nipples started to push out. By September I was kind 
of proud of the way my body was changing. 

	I was a little slow in developing, just like my sister was. But once I got 
started, it moved along pretty fast. And I was very proud of my new figure 
when I started school. 

	That was because I wanted to be extra pretty so all the girls would like 
me. Since my sister never talked about boys when she was home, I was ashamed 
to ask her if any of the girls at school went out with them. I thought that 
I would learn all about that stuff once I got to school. 

	But I didn't get much of a chance to make my own friends, once our parents 
left both of us up there. Janice expected me to follow her around all over 
the place. I didn't want to, but she reminded me that mother said she was to 
take care of me. 

	She was starting to bully me again, and I really thought she would stop 
doing that junk to me once we started in school. Instead, she was even worse 
than ever. So after a while, I stopped trying to make my own friends, and 
only talked to some of the other girls when we were in classes. 

	That's when I heard that a lot of the girls did make it with each other, 
just like she said. But they also went out with boys from a very good 
private school near ours. And even in my class, some of them were telling 
how they let the boys touch them in private places, and even finger them and 
stuff like that. So I wanted to go to those dancing parties when they were 
arranged for my grade, but Janice wouldn't let me. 

	You didn't have to go to those things unless you wanted to, and Janice 
wrote a note for me saying that I had a sick headache whenever they were 
having one of those parties. I fought with her all the way up to Christmas 
vacation. Then when we were home, she did things to me again, and had me eat 
her. 

	When we went back to school after January, I felt so good about all the 
stuff that I was doing with Janice that I didn't fight anymore about going 
to the parties with the boys. 

	She told me there wasn't anything the girls couldn't do with each other, 
that was just as good as what the boys could do. She said it was even better 
than doing it with the boys, because you couldn't get into trouble when you 
were just doing stuff with girls. 

	And I was very afraid of getting into trouble. One of the girl's in her 
grade had gotten herself pregnant, and they sent her away someplace where 
nobody ever heard from her again. I didn't want that to happen to Janice, 
and I certainly didn't want it to happen to me. 

	But I did want to have some more sex fun. One of the girls in my room came 
into my bed a couple of nights, and we frigged each other. It felt pretty 
good. But I asked her if she ever used other stuff like I did with my 
sister, or if she ever ate anyone, and she said we were too young for that. 
I was supposed to wait until I was one grade higher. 

	I didn't want to wait. Maybe Tabatha could because she never tried the 
other stuff and she didn't know what she was missing. But I couldn't because 
I tried those things with my sister, and I liked it too much to wait a whole 
'nother year just to have it again. 

	Since I knew that the older girls did all those things, and maybe some more 
that I didn't even know about, I asked Janice to take me into her room on a 
Friday night when visiting and popcorn parties was allowed until late 
curfew, which was midnight on weekends. 

	Saturday nights was for going to dances and parties, and since Sunday was 
for visiting parents, shows and special ceremonies, Friday night was the 
only night that the girls could get together and have some fun. 

	The girls that didn't go to the Saturday night stuff where boys were going 
to be, were afraid to be in the rooms in big groups. They were afraid that 
the teachers were wise to them. 

	I wouldn't be surprised. I kind of think that some of the teachers were 
into a few of the older girls' room themselves from time to time. But nobody 
ever talked about that, so I still don't know for sure. It's supposed to be 
a secret just for the seniors. 

	Janice said no, that I couldn't come to one of the private parties with the 
older girls. But I nagged her and nagged her. Then I did a whole crying 
scene, and she still said no. So I said that I was going to call up mother 
and tell her what Janice was making me do all the time that we were home on 
holiday. 

	So she finally promised that she would ask the other girls to take a vote. 
If most of them said it was okay to bring me along, then she would sneak me 
up to her floor when she was sure that the floor mother wasn't looking. The 
much younger girls weren't supposed to be up there that late, because we had 
an earlier curfew. But she thought that we could get away with it, because I 
could just say that I was homesick or something, and that I needed to be 
with my sister. 

	Just to make sure she didn't forget to ask them to vote on me, I kept 
asking her for change so I could call mother. She never gave me any money, 
but I knew that she would ask the girls right away, because it was allowed 
for the floor mother to give us telephone money if we had to call our 
parents. My spending money was always gone on candy. 

	My little trick worked, and that was the first time I ever put something 
over on my big sister. You know that I wouldn't dare tell my mother stuff 
like that because she would have punished me just as much as she would have 
punished Janice. 

	Because I was old enough to come to her and tell her what was going on 
right away, if I thought it was all that bad. So I couldn't come up with a 
reason for not having told her all that stuff the year before. Dumb Janice! 
She didn't even think of that. 

	Anyway, the girls did take a vote, and they decided it would be okay if I 
got my initiation a couple of years early. Since my sister was a blood 
member of the group, they were sure she would keep me quiet. So I was voted 
in, but Janice wouldn't take me up to the party until I swore on my knees in 
front of her that I wouldn't tell a soul about anything that I saw or did up 
there. Then I had to kiss her cunt. 

	I did that seven times that night, because kissing cunts was part of the 
initiation. After I went through that stupid ceremony of theirs, where I was 
to swear allegiance to cunts, and never touch a boy or his prick as long as 
I lived, they all got undressed and sat around the room naked. 

	They were talking and jabbering away about all kinds of junk, but pretty 
soon the talk got around to how much they hated boys. My sister was the 
loudest one of all on that subject. 

	"Yeah. Who needs boys." 

	"Right. We get great kicks without them." 

	"But don't any of you ever want to.. .you know, to fuck?" 

	"Sure we do. But we don't need boys to do it." 

	"Okay, Miss Smartie pants. I know you girls can do all kinds of stuff 
together, but how do you really fuck without a boy?" 

	"With stuff like this." 

	You could have knocked me over with a feather when she took this huge 
sausage out of her hiding place on the window sill. It was all wrapped up in 
a green plastic garbage bag and they had it stuffed under the soil in their 
window box. 

	I really felt like a dope that time, because I really should have guessed 
that one. When I looked at that big meaty monster, I remembered how great it 
felt when my sister had used the hot dog on me. So I was pretty sure that a 
thing that big was going to feel really terrific. 

	At least I was pretty sure that it was, if I could just figure out how they 
got something that big inside their little holes. I mean, I knew they were 
older than me and all that. But that sausage was still pretty huge, even if 
they were grown-up ladies. 

	"I don't believe it!" 

	"Too big for you?" 

	"Too big for all of us." 

	"Everyone in this room has used it except you. It's nice and fresh. I 
bought it tonight in town." 

	"Just one?" 

	"Just one. We all used the same one, because it's a real kick to share. 
Makes us closer that way." 

	"You girls are really crazy." 

	"If that's the way you feel, you can leave now. But remember that you took 
the oath of secrecy." 

	"I didn't say anything about leaving." 

	"Then you better watch your mouth about putting down the stuff we do up 
here. Besides, you never tried it." 

	"I don't know how I can." 

	"You're a real scaredy cat." 

	"Yeah. The worst kind. Because some of us were scared too. But we tried it 
just the same and we loved it." 

	"I don't believe you. I think you set this up special for me, because I had 
to make my sister take me up here." 

	"That's not true." 

	"Look, Jo-Anne. Once the girls decided to vote you in, you became a member 
of our club and entitled to all the privileges." 

	"I don't believe you. You're trying to get even, Jan." 

	"You want me to try it on myself first, just to prove we're being straight 
with you." 

	"Would you really?" 

	"Sure. But you better be the second one, and I'll make sure that it's good 
and slimy, so you won't have any trouble getting it in." 

	INTERVIEW TWO 

	Then one of the other girls brought out a jar of face cream, and they 
smeared the stuff all over the sausage. They put a lot of it on the end, and 
then some more about halfway down. 

	You know the little piece that has the metal on it? Well they tied a string 
loop to that so the girl using it could wrap it around her hand. That way 
she could shove the whole thing into her if she wanted to. 

	My sister was one of the ones who liked to push almost the whole thing into 
her hole and work it in and out a lot. Some of the other girls said they put 
half of it in, and then liked to twist it around. 

	I was pretty anxious for my sister to get started, once the girls finished 
all their gabbing. I know I asked a lot of dumb questions, but with all the 
talk they were passing around about how great it was, I just couldn't wait 
to give it a try myself. 

	But I wasn't going to let Janice know that. Because I was just as anxious 
to watch her go to it. Janice spread herself out in the middle of the floor, 
and all the girls sat down in a circle around her. 

	Someone handed her the sausage, and then she wrapped the string around her 
hand and started to push that big thing in. I wanted to act as cool as the 
rest of them were. But I couldn't help gasping when I saw how easily she 
pushed that big thing in there. 

	And then she started to fuck herself like crazy. Her hand was pushing and 
pulling that thing like I used to bounce my paddle ball around. Only she was 
doing this stuff even faster. Janice was panting away and making all kinds 
of noises. 

	Her body started to shake, and I knew from all the times that I did her 
myself, that she was coming. I was sitting there with my eyes glued to her 
hole. But some of the other girls were busy playing with themselves, or the 
girls sitting next to them while the whole thing was going on. 

	When Janice started to come, and I looked around, I saw that I was the only 
one without a finger in my hole. It made me feel very empty and left out. 
But Janice got finished with the sausage about the same time as the other 
girls got finished, and then she handed it to me. 

	"Now it's your turn." 

	"Oh, goody. I can't wait." 

	Maybe I shouldn't have said that, and maybe it didn't matter. Because as 
soon as I put my hand out to take the slimy sausage from my sister, one of 
the girls grabbed it away from me. 

	"First you have to clean up your sister's cunt." 

	"She can do that herself. It's my turn now." 

	"Eat first. Fuck later." 

	I tried to grab it away from them, but they only laughed. And then they 
ganged up on me, and pushed my head between my sister's legs. I decided it 
would be a good idea if I didn't fight anymore, because I wanted to try the 
sausage too much. 

	Eating my sister wasn't so terrible anyway. But it did taste different this 
time. It was goopier, and it tasted, even smelled like the sausage. It was 
funny how that sausage tasting cunt made my mouth water even before I went 
down on her. 

	So I had a lot of spit working in my mouth while I ate her out. I had my 
eyes open while I was doing her this time, because I knew that all the girls 
were watching me, and I wanted to see how excited they got. 

	Then I started to get mad. Because they had promised that it would be my 
turn second. And while I was eating my sister, they were all taking turns 
using the sausage in their own holes. 

	My sister must have been in on the game. Because she usually came a lot 
faster than that time. It was like she was holding back on me because she 
wanted the girls to all have a turn at coming all over the sausage, before I 
got my turn to use it. 

	I knew that they were all teasing me. But going down on Janice with all the 
girls laying around there and fucking themselves, really got me excited. I 
had a feeling that if I did really well, they would include me in all kinds 
of fun, and I would be able to make it with all of the girls there. 

	And it was pretty exciting to see all those girls going all gooey. My 
sister waited until the last girl came, and then she came in my mouth. The 
girls were dangling the sausage right in front of my face after Jan came, 
and I tried to grab it away. 

	But they told me I had to lick my sister clean before I got it. I wasn't 
going to be tricked the second time like that. So this time I stuck to 
exactly what they were saying, and only licked all the come off her pussy, 
without putting my tongue anywhere near her hole. 

	When she was clean, I pushed myself away from her, and then I pulled the 
girl's pussy hairs until she gave the sausage to me. 

	It wasn't easy for me to get it in. My hole was a lot smaller than the ones 
the older girls had. And they had plenty of practice with something that 
big. 

	The first time I tried to push it into me, it hurt too much, and I started 
to cry. So my sister came up and helped me push it in. Like she said, it was 
nice and slimy. She worked it into me very slowly, and each time she pushed 
in a little more, she worked it from side to side too. 

	That way she was stretching me out and making room for the rest of it. I 
could only take it about half as much as the other girls, and my sister 
stopped pushing it in when she saw that it was starting to hurt me again. 

	"Are you ready?" 

	"Oh, yes. Are you going to do it for me?" 

	"Okay. Now hold on to something." 

	Since there wasn't anything on the floor to hold on to, the girls gathered 
around me, and I held on to one of them with each hand. It was a good thing 
my sister told me to do that, because once she started pushing the sausage 
in and out of me the same fast way she did it to herself, I went crazy. 

	I started pushing my hole up at her, and then my body started jumping all 
over the place. When I got really bad, and I knew I was close to coming, the 
girls had to hold me down to keep me from jumping right off the floor. 
That's when they pulled their stunt. 

	Those little bitches waited until I was all sweating and screaming that I 
was going to come. Then Janice pulled the sausage away from me. She did it 
so hard that it hurt me, and I started to cry and scream. 

	When that didn't work I begged her to give it back to me. All the girls 
were sitting around and snickering. I figured they wanted me to do something 
else before they gave it back to me. But I didn't figure that they were 
really going to punish me. 

	"Take it in your mouth and eat it." 

	"Tell you what. I'll eat it right after I come." 

	"You eat it now. And you don't get to clean it off either. You have to eat 
it just the way it is." 

	"I won't. I won't. I'm not playing these games with you girls anymore. I'm 
going downstairs." 

	"Not before you eat it." 

	"Go away." 

	That's when I started to run to the door. But there were seven of them and 
only one of me. When they started to beat up on me, they were really 
punching hard, and the one punching the hardest was Janice. 

	I don't know how they did it, but I was on the floor again and all the 
girls were sitting on me someplace. Then Janice stuffed the sausage into my 
mouth and I started to eat it. 

	One of the girls were sitting on my cunt, and while I was eating she 
started to finger me all over again. By the time I finished the last of that 
big sausage. She had started and stopped fingering me so many times that I 
was feeling really crazy and I wanted to scream in the worst way. 

	But I didn't want them to have the satisfaction of knowing how mad they 
made me feel. They must have been planning to do that to me all the time, as 
my punishment for trying to break into their private group. 

	Nobody stopped me this time when I ran out of the room crying. I had 
grabbed my robe, but I was feeling so miserable that I left my slippers 
behind. My sister threw them at my head as I ran out the door. 

	My two roommates were at the little girls' popcorn party down the hall, and 
I was awfully glad that they were. Because I didn't want them to see what my 
sister and her friends had done to me. 

	I wasn't ashamed for being up there, because I knew that a lot of the 
younger girls were just itching to go up to parties like that. But they 
would have been able to see how they teased me and almost beat me up, and I 
was ashamed of that. 

	But I was feeling even worse than ashamed. My two roommates were very sweet 
girls, and I knew that either one of them would have been happy to frig me 
all I wanted, so I wouldn't have to cry any more. 

	But I didn't want anybody to frig me. I wanted that sausage inside of my 
hole instead of my stomach. And if I couldn't have that, then I wanted 
something at least as big as the sausage. Fingers just wouldn't do the trick 
because those girls had gotten me so hot and flustered. 

	I was really crazy to do something in a hurry, because I was so hot and 
bothered that I felt like I was going to jump right out the window unless I 
found something pretty soon. 

	But there wasn't one single thing in the whole room that was shaped right 
and big enough to do it for me. While I was running around like a nut, 
throwing stuff out of all the drawers and closets, I saw the posts on the 
end of the bed. 

	They were the colonial style, with these big round and long things sticking 
up on the end of them. Maybe I would never have thought of it the whole time 
I was at the school, but as I said, I was pretty crazy that night. When I 
spotted the shape of the bedposts, it was like I found the sausage again. 

	Only this time it was bigger and longer. I started to cry because I was so 
happy that I found something to help me. Then I jumped up on the bed, and 
started to climb onto the bedpost. 

	I guess I was much more excited than I knew I was, because I let myself 
down on that thing much too hard. I felt it hurt something inside of me. And 
it hurt pretty bad. 

	I also felt hot wet stuff inside me and I was afraid it was blood. But 
right then I didn't care what happened, because I needed to fuck myself with 
that bedpost so badly. 

	So I bit my lip to keep myself from screaming and making the other girls 
come running into the room before I came. I just knew that if I didn't make 
myself come this time, they would take me away in a straight jacket. I had 
to come that badly. 

	Every time my body came down on that bedpost, it hurt so bad that I almost 
fainted, but I kept on going. And pretty soon it started to feel very good, 
even though it was still hurting me at the same time. When the good got to 
feeling better than the hurt, I started bouncing up and down really very 
hard. 

	I could even feel the end of the bedpost stabbing into something inside of 
me and I knew every few seconds that I was doing something pretty bad to 
myself, but I just couldn't stop. So I kept right on doing that inside of 
me, even when I knew I was probably going to feel very sorry about it when I 
was finished. 

	Since the girls had gotten me so hot about a dozen times before I ran out 
of the room, I didn't have to work very long with the bedpost before I came. 
And it was good that I did come that fast, because the doctors said that if 
I had done much more of that, I would have ruined my female stuff forever. 

	But you know something? Even if the doctors were right in the room warning 
me about that while I was doing it, I still couldn't have stopped. Not even 
if I wanted to. 

	It was like I had taken pills or something, and I just wasn't right in the 
head for a while. Because I did know that I was hurting myself pretty bad, 
but I just wouldn't stop until I came. 

	And then I did come. I came so much that I think I fainted for a little 
while. The reason why I think I did is because I don't remember when the 
other girls came running into the room to help me off there. 

	I don't even remember screaming for help the way they said I did. The last 
thing I do remember is pushing myself down as hard as I could on that 
bedpost because I was coming. 

	The come was so strong, and it made me go so much out of my head that I 
wanted it to be the best come anyone could ever have. And to do that I had 
to have that thing as far into me as it could go. 

	Even when they woke me up, and I was stretched out on my bed and bleeding 
all over the nice pink bedspread, I could still feel a little bit of that 
great come. 

	It must have been that, because they said that they kept asking me if it 
hurt very badly, and all I told them was how wonderful it felt. And it still 
did for a couple of minutes. 

	And then the good feeling started to go away. Pretty soon I could feel how 
badly I had hurt myself. It felt like all of my insides had been stabbed, 
and cut a little pieces. 

	I started to scream that I wanted to die, and then I fainted. And when I 
woke up again, I started to scream some more. The floor mother gave me 
something out of a dark bottle to drink. She said it would make me feel a 
little better until the doctor came. 

	It did help some. But what helped me even more, is that she was a very nice 
lady and didn't make me feel ashamed for what I did. Neither did my two 
girlfriends. 

	But you know who did feel ashamed. Janice did. And her wretched little 
friends felt pretty bad too. I didn't rat on them, because I had made my 
solemn oath. 

	Those wretched girls will never know how much I wanted to rat on them. But 
if I did, I would never be able to show my face in school. That would be 
even worse than what I did to myself. 

	Of course they did call my parents, and then it got to be a pretty bad 
scene, because nobody could find the words to tell them what happened to me. 
Since I wouldn't tell them why I had to do something so bad to myself, the 
doctor decided to tell them that it was normal for girls away at school to 
masturbate, even with some unusual stuff. 

	But he said that he had never seen a case as bad as mine. He told them that 
I had to be a very frustrated young girl to do something that bad. He asked 
me what was bothering me about a thousand times, and even when he asked me 
that all alone with me, all I could do was cry some more. 

	So that's why I wound up in your office. At least they haven't thrown me 
out of school, because everybody feels so sorry for me. I think it's better 
for them to feel sorry for crazy little Jo-Anne, than to rat on Janice and 
her friends. Because nobody would even feel sorry for me then. They would 
just hate me so much I would have to quit. 

	CONCLUSION 

	Jo-Anne had to be sexually neurotic to have gone to such great and 
dangerous lengths to ease her frustrations. It is easy to understand how she 
could be so driven, but if she were not emotionally disturbed, she might 
have had the good sense to find a safer outlet. 

	Through therapy, the young girl was finally convinced that if she could not 
betray the confidence of those girls, that she should at least have a 
show-down with her own sister and let out her pent-up rage at Janice's 
betrayal of her, no matter what kind of a battle it took to do it. 

	This show-down was finally achieved after six months of therapy. The girl's 
internal injuries prevented her from employing even simple masturbation for 
some time, and during that time she began to think about going to the dances 
with the boys once again. 

	CASE HISTORY THREE 

	Subject: Randy B. Age: Fourteen 

	INTERVIEW ONE 

	This young patient, having been born .with certain birth defects would have 
done well with special schooling of a public nature, even if his parents had 
not been able to afford the private school that they decided to send him to. 

	The particular school that they chose specialized in cases such as his and 
others who required remedial as well as special training. While the school 
was selected in the boy's best interest, it was apparent from the outset 
that he resented being set apart from normal children tremendously. 

	Everybody's been treating me like a freak since the day I was born. You 
think it would be bad enough to walk like some kind of a monster. But I had 
to go and turn out ugly on top of all that. Maybe I would have stood half a 
chance if my face wasn't so bad that a girl can't even look at me. 

	I've read a lot of books about girls and guys like me. The guys at the 
school who are on the college prep level have all kinds of sex books around. 
A lot of them have my kind of thing, so I guess they dig on reading about 
broads who go for guys who aren't built exactly right. 

	But at least all of the guys that I know are decent in the face. I don't 
even have that much going for me. So how can you blame me for doing some of 
the stuff I pulled on those girls? 

	It all started when I got to hanging out with some of the older guys. The 
guys on my level were all the time just laying around the rooms and jerking 
off while they talked about maybe making it with girls some day. 

	I don't know. I guess I was just afraid to get into that kind of talk, 
because I didn't think any of them would even look at me. The school does 
have a girl's dorm because we have a few, but not that many. 

	Those girls are really miserable cunts. They have the same kind of junk 
wrong with them that the guys do. You'd think that they'd be a little less 
particular. But me, they don't even look at. 

	We aren't cripples, as you can see. I can do everything that a normal guy 
can, but I have to do it a little slower. Sometimes I wish my folks weren't 
that rich and I could have gone to a public school. Maybe then I would have 
felt a little more normal. 

	Maybe I could have passed with my body, but there would be still no way 
that I could have passed with my face. I would be ugly no matter what school 
I went to. But public schools are pretty crowded and I don't think they 
would have noticed me so much. 

	I'm not really sure about all that, but I couldn't hang around my bed and 
jerk off like the rest of them, just dreaming about girls that I would never 
get to lay. 

	So for a while there, I went on the intellectual kick. I figured I would be 
a scientist, or maybe a writer, while the other guys my age were hanging 
around and beating their meats. I make like I was interested in that stuff, 
so I decided to try hanging around with the older guys. 

	I was expecting them to be spending more of their time talking about all 
kinds of heavy stuff. If I really got myself worked up to being a brain, 
then maybe a girl would be interested in me for that, and I could get 
someplace else with her later on. 

	Figuring that I would pick up on their style I started hanging around their 
rooms. But instead of things getting better, they only got worse. Because 
those guys were beating their meat too. But they had those books with all 
the pictures laying around the room. 

	One of them would be reading a story, or they would look at the pictures 
and make up one of their own to go along with it. At least I had something a 
little more real to look at than just what I could make up in my own mind. 
And that's when it happened. 

	As soon as I started looking at those pictures, I just knew that I couldn't 
wait to get my doctorate before I made it with a girl. That's when I stopped 
studying so hard, and started spending a lot of time in the next town after 
hours. 

	Just goes to show you what creeps our teachers think we are. Nobody bothers 
checking up on us at night, because they figure we've got no place to go. 
But I just had to find out for myself if I could make it with a girl or not. 

	I know I was supposed to be pretty young for that sort of thing. But I 
didn't care. I wanted to know if a girl would be able to stand my ugliness 
long enough to spread her legs for me. And I didn't want to wait another 
five or ten years to find out. 

	I couldn't beat my meat after looking at those pictures. I had to have the 
real thing. Now here's where being rich comes in handy, especially when your 
parents are feeling guilty about the way you look. All I had to do was write 
to them, asking for some new clothes and some spending money, and I got tons 
of both. 

	They were so happy that I was asking for the stuff that I got it all about 
two days later. My old man put a note in the package saying that he was 
proud of me, and he hoped I wouldn't knock anybody up. 

	He was figuring that I had gotten over the way I looked pretty good, and 
now I had my first girlfriend stashed someplace. If that wasn't such a 
bummer, I could have laughed at it. 

	At least I could look like money if I didn't look like Mr. Perfect. Maybe I 
should be ashamed of myself for thinking I could buy what I couldn't get on 
my own, but I wasn't. A guy has to do what he can, and that was the only 
idea I could come up with at first. 

	Billy was the only guy that I trusted enough to talk to. He was seventeen 
and had been around some. He had great looks going for him. But he told me 
that when he was my age, he felt just as uptight as I did about making it 
with girls. So the first time he went to this hooker that was set up by a 
phone service and from there he got over his hang-ups and started making it 
with regular girls. 

	I was a little scared that a hooker service wouldn't bother with kids our 
age, but Billy told me that it was set up for our school and a couple of the 
other private boys' schools that are out where ours is. 

	Must have been a good set-up for them anyway. Boys like us have plenty of 
spending money. And if what we have isn't enough, all we have to do is tell 
our fathers what we want some more money for, and they'll send us as much as 
we want. So why shouldn't they bother with kids, even ones with problems. 

	I was expecting to have to go to some place where they take you into a 
sleazy little room. But it turned out to be a kind of paid dating service. 

	And the girl wasn't so bad either. She was a girl, and not a corroded old 
woman. I was supposed to meet her at the park in town, and she would take 
care of everything else. 

	Since she had even told me what she would be wearing, and which bench I was 
supposed to be sitting on, I was pretty sure that I would meet up with the 
right girl. But I was still surprised to find what was sitting there and 
waiting for me. 

	She looked just like the kind of girl I would like to have as my own lady 
once I got older. I would say she was about twenty-one. And she didn't look 
all sleazy either. She was wearing this terrific jeans outfit, and her sunny 
blonde hair was tied in pigtails with these little blue ribbons tied around 
them. 

	Her legs were real long and she was a lot taller than I am. But that was 
the only hang-up about her. I was expecting her to look nauseous when she 
saw me. I had spotted her first, and all the time I was walking across the 
park, I kept thinking that I should have told them that I was ugly besides 
everything else. But she looked right at my face and smiled this big 
friendly smile, and I felt like it didn't matter to her. 

	Not that it should have. She was going to be getting plenty of money for 
our day together. But still, I was looking pretty carefully for some sign 
that I turned her off, and I just couldn't find any. 

	I really got the feeling that she was the kind of girl who could like me 
for myself, even if she wasn't getting paid to do it. But maybe that's what 
the pros are all about. They're supposed to make you feel like you're the 
world's greatest lover, even when you're an ugly creep like me. 

	I even did something stupid, but it's all that private school training that 
got to me. I had brought her a bunch of wild flowers from the florist shop 
at the end of the corner. 

	But she didn't laugh at me or say something like you're not supposed to 
bring flowers to a hooker. She just thanked me for them, and said they were 
very pretty. 

	Then she told me that her name was Julie and I told her mine. I was 
supposed to put the money, which was inside a white envelope, down on the 
bench, like it was an accident. I can see why they did it that way. It 
didn't make the whole thing seem like I was paying for my action. 

	I didn't even see her slip it into her pocket or wherever she must have put 
it. She was very cool about everything she did. Then we went to an outdoor 
flea market, and I bought her a couple of little presents. She was making me 
feel so normal, that I figured a little something extra was worth it. 

	We talked about all kinds of junk, but she was very careful not to ask me 
anything abut other girlfriends, and I didn't ask her anything about her 
business, even though I wanted to very badly. 

	It was dark by then and we went in for ice cream sodas. She knew that I 
couldn't stay out very late, so we finished the sodas in a hurry, and then 
she took me back to her place. 

	I was glad to see that she had a place of her own instead of the kind of 
thing that I was picturing. But it wasn't an apartment either. It was just a 
room in a hotel with a little kitchen. 

	That's when I blew it. I couldn't help asking her why she couldn't afford a 
better place, since I was sure she had to be pretty popular with the boys at 
all the schools. She laughed a little, but not enough to make me want to 
leave. 

	Then she told me that it was like her office, and that she had a nice pad 
on the other side of town. She asked me if I wanted a drink, and I was 
expecting coke, because I was so nervous that my mouth was all dry. 

	But the dark stuff that she gave me in a tall glass with ice wasn't any 
coke. I gulped it down just the same, and then I could tell why she gave it 
to me. Because I started to feel better right away. 

	She had taken off her denim jacket by that time, and what I saw underneath 
really knocked my eye out. Julie was wearing one of those stretchy tops that 
cling all over the place. And she had a pair of knockers that were better 
than any of the pictures those guys had. 

	They were bigger, higher. Well, they were better than anything I ever 
dreamed I could get close to. And the rest of her was dynamite too. Those 
jeans fit her like she was poured into them. And when she kicked her sandals 
off, I could see bright pink polish on her toenails, and I thought that was 
pretty terrific. 

	Julie curled herself up on the sofa and was just sipping her drink while 
she waited for me to calm down a little. But how could I calm down when I 
was looking at a hot body like hers. She had me so hot and bothered that I 
even stopped thinking about being ugly, or not even being fourteen yet. 

	All I was thinking was that I had a very hard prick, and she had a very 
sexy body. I was just hurting to get into her. But I didn't know how to tell 
her that I was ready. So I just sat there looking at her. But pretty soon my 
hard-on was hurting me, and I had to keep switching positions. 

	She wasn't just sitting still either. Every couple of minutes she would 
stretch or turn herself somehow. And I had a chance to see how her tits came 
up, or how her tight little ass wiggled. 

	It just got so bad with me that I couldn't sit there and wait anymore. The 
deal with her was costing a fortune. But she was paid up for as long as I 
wanted to stay that day, and I wanted to make the most of it. 

	I really don't know how I got up the guts to do anything at all, but I did 
stand up, and walk over to her side of the room. My hard-on was so big that 
it got there way before I did. 

	All she had to do was look at me, and she knew that I was as ready as I was 
going to get. She reached her arms up to me, and I just fell into them in a 
heap on the sofa. 

	My hands were just sweating to get a feel of those big tits of hers, but I 
was scared to touch her, even though she was bought and paid for. That 
little act of hers, being the sweet young thing on a first date, was really 
convincing. 

	And for a while there, I thought that she might get mad at me and push me 
away. But I knew that time was running out for me, so I put one hand out and 
just touched at her tit. 

	I waited for something to happen, like her pushing me away or saying 
something. But her hand closed over my wrist, and she pressed my hand down 
so I could feel her tit even harder. She was wearing one of those little 
lacy bras, that you could feel the whole tit through. 

	And I was getting quite a charge out of it. But then I wanted to go for the 
real thing, and Julie still wasn't doing any talking. I finally figured it 
all out. I was supposed to be the stud-type lover, and go ahead and do 
whatever I wanted. 

	So I figured what the hell, and I pushed my hand under her top, and then 
under the bottom elastic of her bra. She moaned kind of softly in my ear, 
and I figured that I was finally getting someplace. 

	My prick was making a wet little spot in my pants, but I started to get 
back some of my control, and then I was all right again. She was still 
moaning and sighing in my ear, and she made me feel like a real man. 

	So I did what any man would do. I started kissing her, and I used my tongue 
too. I picked up on that when the older boys were sitting around and 
talking. It made me feel older to know how to do a thing like that. 

	With my hands all over her tits, and me kissing so hard, I was surprised 
that she found a way to start pulling off her top. But when I saw what she 
was trying to do, I helped her get it the rest of the way over her head. 
Then we started in on her bra. 

	I didn't know how to work the hooks, so she reached back there and got them 
open, and then I took it off her and threw it on the floor. My jaw dropped 
down as soon as I saw those big, naked things. My heart was beating so bad 
that I thought I was having a stroke. 

	Nobody had to tell me what to do next. I took my mouth off hers, and 
started sucking on those gorgeous big tits right away. While I was sucking 
away at those things, I was just praying that she would help me out a little 
by getting out of the rest of her clothes. Because I just couldn't wait 
anymore. I needed to fuck real bad. 

	INTERVIEW TWO 

	She stood up then and stretched the long way on the couch, and I found that 
there was room for me to lay right next to her. Julie knew every move that 
she was making, and what I would do after each one. But she did it in such a 
way that I always felt like I was the one with the prick. 

	I was still playing with her tits some, because I just couldn't get enough 
of those big things. But I was starting to move on down the line. I was 
itching to get my hands on her cunt. And that wasn't all I wanted to get 
down there. 

	After fooling around a little with her legs, and then trying to work at her 
zipper with one hand, I knew that I wouldn't be able to make it on my own. I 
was a little ashamed, but I finally had to ask her to help me get her pants 
off. She was such a whizz at that kind of thing that she got out of her 
pants without even getting off the sofa. 

	Now all she had left on was her panties. They were black lace, just like 
her bra, and I thought that she looked very sexy wearing just those things. 
I wanted to look at her like that for a while. But I knew that I couldn't 
very well shove my prick through the holes in the lace. And my prick was in 
a real hurry to get into her hole. 

	But I couldn't wait to at least get my hands on her cunt, and I started to 
grab at it through the lace. 

	"Hang on a minute." 

	"Oh-oh. What did I do?" 

	"It's what you didn't do." 

	"I forgot something?" 

	"You certainly did." 

	"Well tell me in a hurry so I can do something about it. I don't think I 
can wait much longer." 

	"How about getting out of your clothes?" 

	That's when I really started to feel like a jerk-off. I was in so much of a 
hurry to get her naked so I could fuck her, that I forgot all about getting 
naked myself. 

	But I was so busy playing with her cunt through the panties, that Julie 
finally had to be the one to start undressing me. She did it better than I 
could have anyway. My own hands were shaking so much that I wouldn't have 
been able to open even the buttons of my shirt. 

	Julie was able to do it in a flash. While she was kissing me like crazy, 
and grinding her pussy against my hand, she was unbuttoning my shirt and 
starting to get me out of it. 

	My shirt was off before I knew what was happening, and when she started 
working on my pants, I went for her panties. I just couldn't wait to get my 
hands on her hairy hole any longer. 

	I was hoping she would get me out of those pants in a hurry, because if she 
didn't I was going to just whip my prick out through my fly and start 
fucking her like that. When Julie saw that if she didn't lift up a little I 
was going to tear those lace things right off her, she stopped undressing me 
for a second and helped me get her naked. 

	Just one second later she was back at working my pants off me and I was 
kind of glad for that, because I wanted my first time to be really right. I 
had to stand up to get my pants and my shorts off, but as soon as I did that 
I lay right down again with her. 

	I noticed that I still had my black knee socks on, and I knew that it 
looked pretty funny with both of us naked like that. But there just wasn't 
any time to stop and get out of them. 

	Oh well, I almost made it for doing everything perfectly. At least I didn't 
have to fuck her with my pants still on. I thought about trying some of the 
stuff that kids were supposed to do when they first started out, like 
fingering her, or getting her to jerk me off a little. 

	But this wasn't any young girl that I was with. I was with a pro, and even 
if she was playing a part for me, I knew that she probably wouldn't have 
much patience for any of that kid stuff. That's not exactly it either. I had 
some reasons of my own. 

	I wanted to come off like a real grown man to her, and I thought that men 
didn't bother with stuff like fingering and jerking off. So I decided to go 
right to it, like a man might if he was in my place. 

	So we locked arms for a couple of seconds, and then my prick was working 
its way up between her legs. I was just humping it up against the front of 
her thighs. I wanted her to say something so that I would know it was okay 
to start fucking her. 

	Maybe she wanted to give me some instructions first. Then I noticed that I 
was holding on to her shoulders pretty tightly and that must have hurt her. 
I pulled away. 

	"That's all right love." 

	"I didn't mean to hurt you." 

	"That isn't hurting. A woman understands how passionate a man can be at a 
time like this." 

	"No one ever called me a man before." 

	"Well, you are when you're with a woman like this. So why don't you put 
that beautiful long thing right into me?" 

	"Is this how I do it?" 

	"Mnnnnn, that's just right. All you have to do now is pull back a little, 
then push in a little, and before you know it, you're in there and you're 
fucking away." 

	The instructions were very easy to follow, and after just a minute or two I 
was fucking just the way I was supposed to do it. My heart was telling me to 
fuck her hard and fast because I wanted to shoot inside her so badly. But 
the part of me that wanted to come off like a real man was making me slow 
down as much as I could. 

	It just worked out that I was fucking her with long, slow strokes, and she 
seemed to dig on it, because her head was thrown all the way back, and she 
kept licking her lips all the time. 

	I wished I could have kept going like that, because it would have made the 
fuck last a very long time. But I just couldn't hurt myself like that 
anymore. Everything below my waist was starting to hurt from holding back 
for so long. 

	She must have known that even that was happening to me, because at that 
same second, she started hitting back at me with her whole body. I don't 
know who was working harder, but pretty soon we were fucking away at each 
other like crazy. 

	Everything was going so fast that I started to get dizzy. But I hung on to 
her tits and dug my fingers into all that white meat. Then she got to going 
even faster than I was, and I had to race to keep up with her. Then I blew. 

	This come wasn't anything like the ones I had when I jerked off with the 
other boys. I felt it all up and down my spine, it lasted a very long time, 
and there was an awful lot of it. 

	As soon as I got my head together again I got to thinking that maybe it was 
a mistake to make it with a hooker, even one like her. Because now I had a 
taste for real cunt, and I didn't know when I would get a chance for 
something like this. 

	I had her for most of the day, and it did cost my folks a bundle, even if 
they didn't know what they were paying for. It was pretty late, time to get 
going and I told her that whole thing had been terrific. And I wasn't lying 
either. 

	But when she asked me if I cared to make another appointment with her right 
then, or would I rather give her a call whenever I was in the mood, I just 
couldn't come up with an answer. 

	So I finally told her that I would give her a call whenever my folks sent 
me another big check. But I just said that so I could get out of that room. 
Once the fuck was over, I felt like I was in a very tiny prison cell. I just 
had to get out of there in a hurry. 

	All kinds of things were going through my head as I started to walk 
downtown where I could pick up the bus that would take me back to school. 
Everything had been just great, but I wasn't feeling in a great mood. I was 
feeling very down and I didn't know why. 

	So I started to think over the reasons why I set up with a hooker like her 
in the first place. I had gone there so I would feel like a man, and to see 
if I could get over being ugly. And of course I went there for my first 
fuck. I did get everything I had been looking for but I still came away from 
that place feeling like there was more that needed knowing. 

	Then I figured out what was missing. I had paid for that fuck, and no 
matter how great it might have been, I still had it only because I paid cold 
cash for all that hot stuff. So maybe I learned how to fuck, and what a 
woman's body felt like, but I still didn't know if I could get a free girl 
to pay any attention to me. 

	And I still wasn't sure that I had the guts to try it. At least I knew how 
to do it, once I got some girl alone who was willing to make it with me. But 
that was a whole world away from first meeting one that would even talk to 
me without flinching. 

	When I got back to school, I knew that I should try and get some sleep 
because I had early classes the next day, and I really did try. But all I 
did that whole night was toss and turn. 

	I knew that I wouldn't be able to hang loose ever again until I found out 
if I could make it with a girl that didn't cost me a bundle. By morning, I 
was really ready to face a few of them turning me away. 

	At six o'clock, when I was getting ready to go down to breakfast, I made up 
my mind that I would give it three tries. You know how it goes. Three 
strikes and you're out. 

	Three girls was all I had the guts to try. Once I had that much figured 
out, I had to work on where I was going to find those three. Town was about 
the only place. The next night was Friday, and a couple of the older guys 
asked me if I wanted to tag along with them. 

	But I only went as far as the bus stop in town, and then I told them that I 
wanted to make it out there on my own. They were kind of surprised at that. 
They told me that they all hung around together in town, and it wasn't so 
bad because a lot of the girls did the same thing. 

	And it was supposed to be much easier to talk with them and junk like that 
when everybody was in a group. 

	You can see how they were pretty good buddies. Because they never put me 
down for being ugly, or even being a few years younger than the rest of 
them. They just liked me so much that they were happy to take me along with 
them. It made me feel great. 

	So I took a little time out to explain to them that I had to see if I could 
make it on my own. Billy gave me a little bit of advice, and it did help me 
make it through the night. He said it took real guts for a young kid like me 
to even think about making a try like that. 

	He said he couldn't when he was my age, and that was why the guys had 
gotten into the habit of hanging out together. I guess he never had as much 
of a reason as I did. But that was okay, because the thought he was getting 
across to me was really terrific. 

	Maybe that's what made me hit it lucky the first time around. The guys say 
that when you feel like a stud, you act like a stud. And then the girls see 
that stud standing right in front of them. I guess I never thought of it 
that way, but it is true. 

	Anyway, that's the way it looked when I walked into this kids' hangout just 
a couple of blocks from the bus stop. It was really weird, but when I 
checked the way I looked in the mirror that ran all the way across the back 
of the room, I didn't see an ugly face looking back at me. 

	The face looking back at me was just like a real stud's. I mean it was 
smiling and everything. And I'm a guy that never smiles because I don't want 
anyone to look back at me. 

	Don't think that I just walked up to a table full of girls, because I 
wasn't all that sure of myself. But I was smiling and acting real cool, and 
when I looked at one table or another, I could see that most of the faces 
there were smiling back at me. 

	And I'm not just trying to put myself on either. There were a few broads 
there who looked at me and then turned away. But we all can't score with the 
whole world, I figure. 

	When they turned away like that, I knew that my looks turned them off, and 
it hurt at first. But then I saw a couple of real good-looking dudes walk up 
to that same table and the same two girls turned their heads away. It was 
like it was some kind of a game with them. 

	That's when I started to feel really good about myself for the first time 
ever, maybe I wasn't the greatest looking dude in the world but I had a lot 
of stuff going for me on the inside. So I figured that it would only take me 
a little longer than some other guys. 

	But once I got past first base, and at least had them talking back to me, I 
had a good hunch that they would start to really listen. Don't ask me where 
I got all that courage from. 

	You could say that Julie gave it to me. Or maybe you could say that Billy 
gave it to me. I guess that in a way, the both of them did. But the two 
people that really made me have the guts to give it a try were the two 
good-looking dudes who got turned away just as fast as I did. 

	It didn't bother them all that much. They just kept right on walking over 
to the next table, and the girls there were a lot friendlier to them. Then I 
started to notice that there was a difference in the girls that played those 
dumb games, and the girls that were just being nice to everybody. 

	I could tell by just watching their faces and the way they were talking to 
the boys. They were nice and warm to them, but they didn't come on strong 
and hard like the two that ditched them before. When another guy came in who 
looked like a real hard-on, they went just crazy for him. 

	Both of them sat back in their chairs, and started pushing their tits out 
all over the place. And you know what happened to them? He walked right by 
their table like they weren't even there. 

	That would have been a great night for me, even if I didn't get one phone 
number or talk to anybody. Because I was learning a lot about the way it was 
supposed to be just sitting there. 

	I was just drinking my soda and having a good time watching everybody, when 
the beautiful little girl walks right over and smiles at me before she sits 
down with her friends at the table right in front of me. 

	She looked like a tiny doll, and I just loved her on sight. With me feeling 
so good and all that, I walked up and asked her if she would like to sit 
with me at my table for a couple of minutes. 

	And she just got up and did it. I knew that she must have noticed that I 
walked a little funny, but she didn't look turned-off or anything like that. 
She was still smiling, and we started to talk about schools and junk like 
that. 

	What she said really topped off my night then. Would you believe that she 
actually apologized for being a little shy? She said that she was always 
afraid that guys wouldn't dig on her because she was so short and dumpy. Can 
you believe that? 

	CONCLUSION 

	Not much of what Randy had to say in his sessions indicated that he had any 
real problem. The one of being self-conscious about his looks is onethat 
most adolescents have about themselves. His was just a little more 
depressing because of his physical handicap. 

	But the doctor did agree with the boy that his handicap was not so severe 
as to warrant continuing at the special school any longer than it took to 
complete his physical rehabilitation. 

	Randy had come in for therapy, because his parents insisted on an analyst's 
opinion as to whether or not the boy would be able to cope with the world of 
public school society. 

	If he had come in for his session just one year earlier, the opinion would 
have to be that he continue in the safety of the special school. But the boy 
had jumped the hurdle of his handicaps on his own, so his doctor felt that 
he had earned the right to his own choice. 

	CASE HISTORY ONE 

	Subject: Adele W. Age: Thirteen 

	INTERVIEW ONE 

	This young lady had been enrolled in three different private schools, all 
supposedly quite good in matters such as discipline. She was requested to 
leave the first two for being something less than a lady with the other 
girls. 

	Since her mother was fearful that she might become a full-fledged lesbian 
if she should continue her education at yet another all girl school, she 
enrolled her in a coeducational one that was situated in a very exclusive 
area. 

	However, that area was bordered by one of the most sleazy motels areas in 
the state, and 

	Adele decided that they were a nice place for her to spend her week-ends. 

	You just don't know how sick and tired you can get of being with all those 
snooty girls at a private school. And if anybody said that I was the one who 
turned those sweet little dears onto sex, then they were lying. 

	Because they were all as guilty as I was, I just happened to be the one 
that got caught with my tongue inside somebody's cunt. I didn't care anyway, 
because making it with girls wasn't as much fun as it was cracked up to be. 

	I really didn't want to do it with them anyway, but there just wasn't 
anything else around. Besides, the older girls were making it with each 
other and putting out for the boys that they dated, so I just decided that I 
would jump ahead a little. 

	It was so boring just laying around the dorm and knowing that the older 
girls were going out with some boy, and that by the time I got to sleep, 
they would probably by laying down somewhere with their legs spread wide, 
and a guy pushing a great big prick into them. 

	The other girls my age didn't mind just having some fun among themselves, 
because they all said that they were too young, or they were still too 
afraid to try fooling around with boys. 

	Not that it mattered much what we thought out there, because the girls in 
our grade were not allowed to go out with young gentlemen, except at group 
dances and stuff like that. And even then, the place was always crowded with 
chaperones. 

	I was always complaining about that when I wrote home. And I think that's 
what my mother told you. I'll bet she said I got myself into a lot of 
trouble just so they would have to take me out of that school, and put me in 
one that had boys. So what do they do but put me in another one with all 
girls. But by that time I was old enough to start fooling around some with 
sex, and I might have been pretty good at sneaking around, because they 
didn't catch me at it for two whole years. 

	This time they didn't call it just getting myself into trouble. I know that 
my father wanted to put it down to innocent experimenting. The headmistress 
said that happens all the time in schools like that. 

	But my mother said that she wanted me out of there even before the 
headmistress had a chance to say that herself. My mother was crying and 
stuff, saying that I would turn into a lesbian if they weren't careful. 

	And when the headmistress wanted to tell her exactly what it was that she 
had caught me doing, my mother said something like she knew all about it, 
and really didn't have to listen. 

	Maybe the headmistress didn't understand that, but I did. Because my mother 
went to one of those schools herself. And she still has a couple of 
girlfriends that went there with her. 

	You should see the way they hug and kiss whenever they get together. Nobody 
can tell me that they do all that stuff just because they're supposed to be 
good friends. If that was all there was to it, then why do they always go up 
to mother's sitting room and lock the door? 

	I'm not putting her down or anything. Even if she was into the girl stuff 
pretty deep, and still did a lot of it at college and maybe later, it didn't 
stop her from marrying my father. 

	And she's not a bad mother either, or a bad hostess for my father. They 
have lots of parties, and they go to lots of places together. And they hug 
and kiss a lot whenever I'm around, so I'm sure that they don't exactly 
sleep on opposite sides of the bed every night. 

	So why should my mother have carried on that much about what I was caught 
doing with the other girls? Unless they knew something about one or two of 
the girls that I didn't. 

	Because I certainly made it very plain to my mother that I wanted out of 
that place and the one before that too. She shouldn't have worried when she 
knew very well that I was messing around because I wanted to go to a school 
that had boys. 

	It took two tries, but they finally got the idea, and they enrolled me in 
this one. I guess they got tired of fighting me, because they even gave me 
sort of a choice. First they picked out all of the ones that were supposed 
to have good reputations for keeping things under control, and then they let 
me pick the one that I wanted. 

	I picked this one because they had open classes. That meant you could sit 
in the room, or do your work on your own, and then just bring it in for them 
to check. And boys and girls were allowed to work on term projects together 
and get credit for the course, if they did all the work, and some original 
research too. 

	I really dug that idea, because I couldn't take teachers watching me all 
the time. And working on a project with a boy was the best idea ever. I was 
sure that I would get top grades and make them very proud of me. And I would 
finally be getting some fun out of school. 

	My mother really thought that I was looking forward to the new way of 
holding classes, and I guess a lot of the way I was feeling was because of 
that. They knew that I wasn't a dumb girl, and they were pretty upset that I 
wasn't getting good grades until then. 

	But now that I was acting like I was really happy that September was coming 
soon and I would be going up there, they felt they would finally be able to 
be proud of me. That's why my mother didn't stop me from buying all the new 
clothes that I wanted, including some very tight sweaters and some bikinis. 
At the other school everybody had to wear uniforms, and you couldn't even 
tell which girls had better figures. 

	But now I was going to be in the running with the big time, and there would 
be boys looking at me every day. I knew that I would have lots of dates, 
because I'm not exactly ugly, and my tits were already bigger than any of 
the other girls in my grade way back then. 

	I didn't want to just have lots of dates. I wanted to have dates with the 
sharpest boys at the school, and anybody around there. Everything had to be 
the best for me, because I waited so long to get there. The other girls at 
that school had a couple of years there for a head start. 

	Me, I had been going to girls' schools ever since nursery, and I didn't 
know all that much about how I was supposed to act. But I figured that I 
would pick up all that stuff pretty quick, and then I would be able to be 
right up there on top with the rest of them. 

	My big plans for myself didn't change much once I got there. The roomate 
that they gave me was very pretty, and she was supposed to be the most 
popular girl up there with the boys. And that really bugged me. I mean she 
was a nice girl and all that. 

	But wouldn't you know it that I had to get teamed up with the competition? 
It wasn't too bad though. Because I watched her all the time. I watched her 
around school, and then back in our room, I watched the way she got ready 
for her dates, and the way she spoke to the boys on the telephone. 

	Pretty soon I had everything she did down just perfect, and then I got 
better than her with all that stuff. I wanted to top her in the worst way. 
So when I saw that she dated just two or three boys all the time, I decided 
that I was going to have a bunch of them running after me. 

	But I wasn't just going to go out with a different one each time. I wanted 
the whole bunch to be hanging around after me, so everybody could see how 
popular I was. 

	The equality rule at our school helped me out a lot, because all of the 
boys' teams were supposed to hold elections for their own girl managers. I 
wanted to be the manager of the basketball team because all of those boys 
looked so nice and t all. 

	I was still a virgin, and I had this idea that if their bodies were nice 
and long, then their pricks would be nice and long too. You can see how my 
mind was going, can't you? I guess I could too. When I thought about the way 
I was heading, that I was really thinking about making it with the whole 
team, I started to wonder if maybe there was something wrong with me. 

	But then I would sit around in the rooms and listen to the other girls 
talk. Most of them had been fucking for at least a year. And I didn't hear 
one of them say that they made it with just one boyfriend all that time. 

	So I just figured that if they all had about six, and they were a couple of 
grades ahead of me, that I might as well make up for lost time all at once. 
Even my roomie was making it with a couple of them, one on one night, and 
one on the next. 

	And I just had to top her. The way I saw it, if any of the girls heard 
about what I was doing, they would just figure that I was better than them 
at everything we were all doing. 

	There's a lot of competition with everything at those schools. All the 
parents are busy trying to act richer than all the other parents whenever 
they come up to see us. And all of the kids are trying to be the smartest, 
or the most talented, or maybe the most popular. 

	Some of them will do just about anything to stand out from the rest of the 
bunch. If somebody gets a sports car for their birthday, then somebody else 
has to get one that costs twice as much. 

	And the girls are so busy running all over the state on their shopping 
weekends. Nobody wants to be caught dead wearing the same thing, even to 
class. 

	That's how they all get into the sex thing too. As soon as one girl says 
that she tried something that none of the rest would dare, they all run out 
and do it. So, I really didn't see anything wrong with what I was planning 
on doing, even if the other girls did find out. 

	Maybe I even wanted them to. I knew that they wouldn't be able to miss the 
way the whole team followed me around like little puppies once I got started 
with them. But they would only be guessing about why they would all be 
following me around like that. 

	I didn't want them to just guess, and maybe guess wrong. I really wanted 
them to know why. That was the only way I was going to beat my roommate at 
being called the most popular girl. 

	So I went around to all of the boys on the team and let them feel me up one 
at a time. And I promised every one of them the same thing. That they would 
be the one who got my cherry. 

	I'll bet you wouldn't believe that there just aren't many cherries up at 
that school. We might all speak very well, and have some very good manners, 
but I found out that we do as much fucking as any kids at public schools do. 

	Because some of the boys on the team came from public schools, and their 
parents sent them up there because they wanted them to learn some manners, 
they told me that when it came to sex, everything was just the same. Only 
the girls up at our school knew all about how to stay out of trouble, and 
the boys didn't have to worry as much. 

	With me, they could tell that they had a sure thing right off. Because when 
a couple of them didn't believe that I still had a cherry that I was willing 
to give them, I just spread my legs. 

	I got a kick out of that too, because they had to finger me a little while 
before they found what they were looking for. It was okay with me. They 
could take as long as they wanted, because I found out that I got some 
jollies out of being fingered by a boy. 

	So you can see why it was unanimous when they elected me as the team 
manager. My roommate didn't get elected to the one that she wanted, and she 
was so mad that she wanted to spit. 

	I thought that was pretty terrific, because I was way ahead of her already. 
She still only had the two boys, and now I was going to have my own private 
team. I just couldn't wait to get it started. 

	The teachers and counselors were saying that girl managers was the best 
idea they ever came up with for team spirit. Because all of the teams were 
starting to win like crazy over the other schools. And my basketball team 
was winning the most. 

	I'll bet if the managers over at the other school knew what I did to give 
my boys all that pep, they would probably switch over to girls too. It 
wasn't too hard. All I did was promise them that I would make out with the 
boy that scored the most points in the game. 

	It was like magic. They would run out on that court, and then they would 
trip all over each other to get the ball and make those baskets. I had the 
greatest fun watching them go crazy like that. 

	Because it wasn't just winning the game that I was interested in. I was the 
only one besides them that knew why they were working so hard out there on 
the court. It was because I was the prize they would get at the end of the 
game. And they knew that I kept my promises. I had to, or the trick just 
wouldn't have worked with them. 

	All the girl managers were trying to come up with the best-winning team, 
and I was way ahead right from the start. And that kept my parents pretty 
happy. They thought that I was into some pretty healthy stuff and they 
stopped coming up every single weekend to check up on me. 

	That part of it worked out even better than I planned. Because without me 
even trying, all of a sudden I had my weekends free to get into some pretty 
heavy stuff with the boys. 

	I didn't have much trouble getting away for a half hour or an hour with the 
one boy that was the high scorer after the game. There were plenty of places 
around school where we could get lost for a little while. 

	But there wasn't room or time enough at any of those places to get into the 
really heavy stuff. Not that some of the kids didn't try it. But not me. I 
wasn't going for fucking standing up in the corner of a cellar, or stretched 
out over a pile of tackling dummies. 

	Places like that were good enough for getting fingered, or maybe jerking a 
guy off until he came. And I didn't mind doing any of that because I got my 
own kicks out of it. 

	The timing couldn't have been better. About the same week that my parents 
said they thought they might go away to a hotel for a weekend, the boys 
started complaining that I wasn't keeping my promise about letting them fuck 
me. 

	By then the whole team had done some talking and they knew I had promised 
them all the same thing. But they didn't care, because cherries weren't such 
a big deal with them. As long as they all got to fuck me, I wasn't going to 
have any trouble with them. 

	That's what's nice about making it with a whole team. By the time you get 
to them, they already know how to get along together. Then they don't fuss 
and fight about you. I mean, that competing stuff was okay on the field, and 
when the other girls could see it. 

	But when it came down to the heavy fucking, I didn't want to have trouble 
with any of them. I wanted to be in charge when we were fooling around just 
the same as when we were getting ready for a game. 

	So we decided that it would be okay for all of us to be together when we 
got down to the sex stuff. They said it was up to me to choose which one of 
them I wanted to be the first. But I couldn't make up my mind right on the 
spot, especially since I still hadn't found a place where we could all get 
together for a long time without having anybody sneak up and find us all 
going at it. 

	That's another time that my parents came through for me. They sent me a 
nice fat check, and it came in the mail on Friday night. So I cashed it at 
the school office, and then I had one of the boys drive me over to a motel, 
where I took a big room for the whole night. 

	INTERVIEW TWO 

	We all took different cars to get there, so nobody at school would know 
what we were up to even before we got there. Jimmy and I were the first ones 
to get to the room, and he wanted to start fucking right away, because he 
was the first one there. 

	And I wanted to get started too, but it isn't every day that a girl gets a 
chance to pick a stud out of a whole team. So I made Jimmy and myself wait 
until everybody got there. 

	I was very glad that I did. Because I came up with a very bright idea and 
told them that the only way I could make up my mind which one of them I 
wanted to be first was to see them all lined up together and naked. 

	That's another thing that's good about a team. A bunch of guys that you 
just picked up off the street and put all together in one room would never 
want to just strip and let the girl look them over. 

	But these guys had done a lot of time in showers and locker rooms together, 
and it didn't mean anything to them to strip right down and let me look them 
over. 

	Some of them already had nice hard-ons by the time they got their clothes 
off. The others were about half-way there, and when they saw that they were 
a little behind, they just used their hands, and pretty soon they were right 
up there with the rest of them. 

	I thought it was only fair that I not sit around in my clothes when 
everybody else in the room was naked. So I got undressed too, and then none 
of the guys had any trouble showing me some pretty wonderful hard-ons. 

	It wasn't easy for me to choose from all that hard prick. Most of them were 
about the same size, and none of them was too small to bother with. I knew 
that from just playing with them one at a time. 

	But now when they were all line up together, and I was too busy looking at 
their pricks to bother with their faces, I saw that most of them were pretty 
much alike. That was until I got to the end of the line, and there was 
Jimmy. 

	' He hadn't done too much winning, because he wasn't such a great 
basketball player. It was funny, but he was the only guy on the team that I 
never jerked off until that night. 

	I was sorry then that he wasn't a better player, because he turned out to 
have the biggest prick in that bunch. No wonder he was in such a hurry to 
fuck me first. He must have known that once he plowed into me with his big 
prick, there would be plenty of room for the rest of the guys. 

	And that wasn't all that was good about me picking Jimmy to be the first 
one. Maybe because he had such a big prick, he had been around more than the 
other boys. One of them told me that he had scored more cherries than any 
other guy in the school. 

	So I felt pretty safe when I stretched out on the bed with him. I knew that 
he would break me without hurting me much. Even if he did hurt me some, I 
was still going to be making it with one of the school winners, and you know 
how much that stuff means to me. 

	And he was as good as they claimed he was. He hardly hurt me at all, and by 
the time the fuck was over, it was feeling so great that I came a couple of 
times. I was expecting to feel tired or hurting, but instead I was feeling 
on top of the world. 

	While he was busy breaking me, one of the boys went out for some beer, and 
after I cleaned up in the bathroom, we all sat around and got a little drunk 
on the stuff. Well, after the beer and Jimmy's wonderful big prick, I was 
sure that I would be able to take on the whole team. 

	They all had some pretty wild ideas, and all of them were daring me to try 
whatever they thought of. I never even drank beer before, and I finished two 
cans and drank about half of the third before I noticed they weren't 
drinking as much of the stuff as I was. 

	"Get down on the floor, so we'll all be able to see what the other guy is 
doing." 

	"Okay." 

	"Okay? That's what you've been saying all night." 

	"So everything must be okay." 

	"Would you say okay no matter what we came up with." 

	"Guess so." 

	"Good. Then supposing Jimmy fucks you while you're lying on your side, and 
one of us gets behind you . . . " 

	"No fucking up the ass. At least not yet. You guys can't expect me to get 
both holes broken in all at the same time." 

	"Why not?" 

	"All right. If you promise to take it easy." 

	"Tell you what. I'll just use a finger or two up there while he's fucking 
you in front, just to see how you like it." 

	"Okay." 

	"What did I tell you guys? Our little manager is going to say okay to 
everything tonight." 

	"Sooner or later." 

	"Well, later is better than never, isn't it?" 

	They all seemed to be pretty satisfied with that answer, and so Jimmy took 
me down on the floor and rolled me around a little until I was facing him on 
my side. I should have been able to do that all by my little self, but when 
I tried it, I found out that I was a little too drunk to get myself rolled 
in the right direction. 

	The boys thought it was the funniest thing in the world to see me being 
rolled around on the floor. But I didn't care, as long as I was going to be 
getting my kicks out of it. And I certainly did get a lot of them that 
night, starting with the front and back deal. 

	They waited until Jimmy stuck his fat dick into me, then Andy lay down on 
the floor behind me. He made this big thing of getting himself comfortable, 
propped up on one arm, and flexed the muscles of the other arm, like he was 
trying to show the guys that he was getting his hand ready for a big 
workout. 

	I was too drunk to pay much attention to the arrangements they were making, 
but I got the feeling that Jimmy gave Andy some kind of signal when he was 
shoved in all the way. 

	It didn't hurt all that much, but I never felt anything like that before. 

	Andy felt me tense up all over, so he just left his finger up there for a 
little while, until I put my mind back on what Jimmy's big prick was doing 
to my cunt. And then he started to wiggle it around in there, and it didn't 
hurt any more. 

	It felt very good. Jimmy and Andy shook hands over my shoulder, and then 
the other boys started clapping and stamping their bare feet like they did 
sometimes at football games when they were counting down the yards that 
somebody was making. Only when they were at the games, they were dressed a 
little bit warmer. 

	The two boys that were working me over were a little too busy to clap their 
hands or do anything else besides make me pretty happy. But they were doing 
a very good job of that. With the other guys giving them a beat, they 
started working on me with a finger and a prick going in and out of me right 
to the tempo that their buddies set up for them. 

	That was okay with me. Because I was pretty high, and the sounds of the 
clapping and stamping gave me something to really groove on while I was 
getting it from both directions. 

	And I was getting better all the time. This second time around I came twice 
before Jimmy shot his load into me. And Andy was the only one that lost the 
beat for a couple of seconds. Because he had to find himself another 
position. 

	You see, he needed his other hand free because he said his prick was aching 
so much that he couldn't wait his turn anymore. But as soon as he had his 
fist closed around his rammer, he picked up the tempo again, and beat his 
meat right along with working his other hand in and out of my rear end. 

	The only time he lost pace was when Jimmy shot his load inside of me while 
Andy still had a couple of strokes to go. But I don't think that was so bad, 
considering it was the first time they had to work together on something 
like that. 

	When they asked me how I liked it, I said it was okay, and they all started 
laughing again. Then it was time for two more of them to take their turns, 
and this time I didn't even bother turning around to see what was going on 
behind me. 

	Maybe I should have, and then it wouldn't have been such a big surprise to 
me. Because the boy in front started fucking me just like Jimmy had done, 
and I reached behind to spread my asscheeks myself, because like I said, I 
really liked the way that finger felt. 

	All of a sudden I felt two hands holding me by the hips, and then the next 
thing I knew, I was screaming like hell, because one of them stuck his whole 
prick right into my rear end. 

	I don't know whether it was the surprise or that it felt so big when it was 
going in back there. But it only hurt just a little, and then it started to 
feel good, just like the finger did. So I stopped putting up such a fuss and 
started enjoying myself. 

	After I got used to having two pricks in me at the same time, my 
imagination really ran wild, and while it was still going on, I started to 
think about other ways that I could have a couple of the guys at the same 
time. 

	But I didn't dare to make any suggestions. I knew that the guys put up with 
me giving the orders when it had to do with basketball, but there were too 
many of them and only one of me, to risk giving them any orders in that 
motel room. Two I was able to handle, but I was afraid that if they got mad 
at me for something, I might get hurt. 

	I suppose if they wanted to, I would have been able to take on another pair 
when those two were finished with me. But the next guy, Chris, was in the 
mood to throw me on top of him, and he wanted to do it all alone. He got his 
way. 

	The way those guys were throwing me around from one prick to another, you 
would have thought I was the basketball they liked to play with the most. I 
was pretty far out of it by then anyway, and I was still saying okay to 
anything they wanted me to do. 

	But when Chris told me to climb on his big pecker, I tried my best to get 
up there, but a couple of the other guys had to help me get settled on top 
of him. And then, once I was up there, I really didn't know what I was 
supposed to do. 

	So the guys helped me to spread the lips of my cunt, and then they lifted 
me right up in the air, while Chris held his prick in position. Then I 
closed my eyes and it was a real thrill to feel myself being lowered down 
and that big rammer of his pushing up and into me. 

	I'll say this much for those boys. They weren't just athletes on the 
courst. If anybody took a little time out to keep score on the way they were 
going with me in that motel room, I'm sure they would have to say that the 
boys were breaking all records. 

	It was amazing how they could keep fucking me and then waiting their tum 
for a few minutes while they started getting hard again. Once I was settled 
down on Chris's prick, I held on to his hands like they were reins, and then 
I started playing horsie up there, but not anything like I ever played 
horsie before. 

	Chris did not have the biggest prick in the room, but when I was sitting on 
top of it, and I could make it go as deep as I wanted, by how much or how 
little I jumped up and down on him, it felt like he had the biggest prick in 
the world. 

	This time I wasn't in much of a hurry, because I was having lots of fun up 
there, but the next boy who wanted in to me, had other ideas. So he came up 
behind me and took me under the arms. Then he started to bounce me up and 
down very hard. 

	It was okay with Chris, because he was getting a pretty big kick out of it 
either way. And pretty soon I started getting an even bigger kick out of it 
than I was before. 

	Because I guess I was just a little too drunk to have much control over 
what I was doing up there. But once the guys took over for me, they really 
got me to have myself a very wild ride. 

	I came so much that night, right along with the boys, that I thought I was 
going to be dry for the rest of my life. It's a shame that I didn't 
understand more about my own body, or I wouldn't have been in such a hurry 
to get the boys all contented and then get out of there. 

	You see, I was afraid that I was going to be sick from having so much of 
their come inside of me, and for coming so much myself. The guys wanted to 
stay there until just before morning, when we could all sneak back to school 
by different ways, and nobody would be the wiser. 

	But by three in the moming I was so full of come and all fucked out that I 
just wanted to get back and soak in a hot bathtub for the whole next day. 
They had all gotten their rocks off twice that night, and I was almost sure 
that a couple of them had come back for thirds. 

	If we had just waited one more hour before starting back for school, we 
might have gotten away with it. Well, we did that time as far as the 
teachers were concerned. But who should we meet as Jimmy and I drove up in 
front of the dormitories, but my roommate. 

	She was on her way back from a heavy session in a motel room herself. But 
she had been standing outside the dorms for a little while and talking to 
one of her boyfriends. And so she just happened to see the whole team come 
back to school, all in about ten minutes. 

	Wouldn't you know that I would have to go and get myself a damn smart 
roommate, and not just the most popular. Well, she started asking me half a 
million questions, and of course I didn't answer a single one of them. 

	But I really didn't have to. 

	She took one look at my fucked out condition and then she figured out the 
rest for herself. Well, after that she insisted that she be included in the 
next session. But I guess it was worth that when you get down to it, because 
her face was certainly green when she figured out how I had just spent that 
night. 

	I was stuck with taking her along for the next weekend, but the guys didn't 
seem to mind. There was plenty of fucking to go around for all of us. She 
tried hard to best me at some things, but she turned out to be chicken when 
it came to taking it up the ass, so she missed out on the stunt about having 
two guys at the same time. 

	But she still had a pretty good time for herself, and she had to go and be 
the kind of bitch that couldn't keep her mouth shut when some of the other 
girls were hanging around our room and comparing notes about boyfriends. 
That bitch was so proud that she had something on all of them, even though 
it was my trick to begin with, that she spilled her guts to all of them. 

	It took about ten minutes before the whole school knew about it, including 
the headmaster. But this time my parents are too ashamed to take me to 
another school, and they must have paid plenty of extra cash to see that I 
wasn't thrown out. Well, at least I have myself a new roommate now, and she 
got what she had coming to her. Her parents wanted her out of there in the 
worst way because they were so ashamed of her. 

	CONCLUSION 

	Most teenagers feel the spirit of competition in school. And many of them 
will resort to all kinds of measures, so that they can feel that they are 
coming out on top. 

	In this case, the young lady was also rebelling against the fact that she 
had been forced to segregated from young men for so many years. So she went 
a lot further than most girls would have to prove that she could be the best 
at something. 

	CASE HISTORY FIVE 

	Subject: Brian J. Age: Fourteen 

	INTERVIEW ONE 

	Brian had gone to his grade counselor and asked him to arrange for the boy 
to have a few sessions with an analyst. Since his parents were not residents 
of this country, he was technically the ward of the school, and they were 
happy to make the arrangements for him. 

	It was, however, a strange request. They had several boys in therapy, but 
none of them had gone into it at their own request. So they reasoned that 
his need had to be a strong one, and they watched him very closely all 
during his term of therapy. 

	I asked to come here because I just don't know what I'm doing anymore. It's 
bad enough being as stranger in this country, and I really don't know too 
much about how things are when you live outside the school. So whatever the 
boys told me here is what everybody does, I believed them. 

	What else could I do? I felt so all alone most of the time, and it meant 
very much to me, that I have a lot of friends. I didn't pick William to be 
my friend. He really picked me. He's sixteen years old, and some of the boys 
call him the school bully. 

	But he was never very bad to me. He never beat me up or anything like that. 
All he ever said was that I should do whatever he told me to, and then we 
would be very good friends. As long as I did what he wanted, he brought me 
lots of extra goodies like chocolate bars and a lot of other things that I 
never tried before. 

	The other boys said that he took those things out of their packages from 
home, or from their rooms when they were someplace else. But they had 
allowances and I did not, so I was grateful for the candy and things that 
William brought to me. He was a very good friend. 

	He was the best friend that I had at school. When we were first friends, he 
never asked me for anything, except to keep his secrets. And he did have a 
lot of secrets. 

	William would tell me all about what he did whenever he snuck away from 
school for the night. When he came back he would be very happy, and he would 
tell me about some girl or maybe a grown-up lady that he had sex with. In my 
country a sixteen year old boy does not have such freedom. 

	And even if he did, he would not be able to find a female to have sex with, 
unless he had a lot of money to pay for it. I asked William how much he 
paid, but he got very mad at that. 

	He said that he didn't pay anything, but I didn't believe him. I told him 
that he was a nasty liar just like everyone said he was. And then he beat me 
up a little, but not very much. Then he said I could find out for myself if 
I wanted to. 

	But I didn't want to. I was very afraid of girls, and I even felt very bad 
when I had to wake up at night and use my hand on myself. To me, sex was 
something that you waited for until you were a man. But William said that 
now since I didn't believe him, I was going to find out for myself even if I 
didn't want to. 

	He said that he had a lady friend in town who just loved to have young boys 
in her bed. But I didn't think that he meant a boy as young as myself. Yes, 
he said. He said that he told her all about me the last time he was there 
with her, and that she liked the idea of having a virgin young boy. 

	I didn't like the sound of that at all. To me, she must have been a very 
sick lady to desire boys as young as myself. I was afraid to even ask him 
how old she was, but he told me anyway. 

	He said that she was forty years old, but that she had a very sexy body and 
her face was not too bad. Forty years old was the same age as my mother, and 
when he told me that, I felt very sick to my stomach. I showed him the 
picture of my mother on my desk, but he told me not to worry, because she 
wasn't at all like my mother. 

	But still I said no, and he beat me up a little more. He said that I was to 
go with him on the very next night, and I better do everything that the 
woman wanted, because he was going to sneak through the flower beds and 
watch everything we did through the window. 

	I still didn't want to go and I told him he could beat me up all he wanted, 
if it would make him happy, because I did not want to do anything terrible 
and I didn't think any of the other boys at school did things like that. But 
William said that they did. 

	The next day I asked a few very discreet questions and I found out that 
many of the boys had gone to town on certain nights and paid some money so 
they could have sex with women. Some of them had girlfriends at one of the 
schools or they had girlfriends back home or someplace. 

	When I listened to them all talking about the great times they were having 
with females, I started to feel that I was the only boy in school that never 
had sex with a female. It made me feel very much all alone, and so I told 
William that I would go with him. 

	I wasn't sure that any of the other boys had someone like a forty year old 
woman in town waiting for them, but I was too shy to ask, and William said 
that he already arranged everything. Since I didn't want to be left out 
anyway, and I didn't like getting beat up so much, I went with William. 

	He left me at the front door, and I saw him sneak around the side of the 
house. I could tell that he did not tell the lady that he would be outside 
watching us. Maybe she would not have liked that. It wasn't a very nice 
thing for a gentleman to do, but I was a little happy that he was going to 
be right outside, because I was a little bit afraid. 

	When she opened the door, I became very excited because she did not look at 
all like somebody's mother. Her name was Sara, she said, and she was wearing 
this long thing with no underwear under it. I could see right through the 
thing, and it was very exciting. 

	Because under there she had a very beautiful body. William had lots of 
dirty pictures hidden in a steam pipe in his room, but Sara was much more 
exciting than any of them. 

	I didn't know what to say, so I told her right from the start that it was 
the first time for me. And she said that was just fine, because she loved 
young boys, and she especially loved them when they were virgins. 

	Then she invited me to sit down in her living room, while she stood in the 
middle of the floor. She turned on some music, and then she started to do a 
kind of strip and belly dance for me. 

	And all the time she was taking off her clothes and dancing, she kept 
smiling at me, then sticking out her tongue all the way and licking her lips 
like she was looking for something good to eat. 

	Her hair was silvery blonde on the top of her head, but between her legs it 
was very black. And the rest of her skin was very white except for dark red 
nipples that pointed straight out at me. And they were attached to very, 
very big breasts. 

	They were very beautiful breasts, and I was surprised to feel that I wanted 
very much to suck on them. I didn't know that a boy was supposed to feel 
that sort of thing when he wasn't a baby any more. But there it was. All the 
time I was watching her move around the floor, I wanted very much to suck on 
her big breasts. 

	My penis was very hard in my pants, and it made a very embarrassing bulge 
in front of me. I felt ashamed for it, but Sara thought that it was very 
nice. And when she finished her dance and she was all naked, she came to the 
sofa where I was sitting, and then she helped me to get out of my clothes. 
My hands were shaking too much. 

	Then she took my hand and walked me off to the bedroom. I wondered what 
window William was at. But all the rooms were on one floor, and if he had 
been watching us all that time, then he would probably sneak around a little 
more and follow us to the bedroom. 

	When we got into the bedroom, she put her hand on my penis, and then the 
other hand. Then she rubbed it briskly between the palms of both her hands. 
It felt wonderful! 

	"That's a man-sized prick you're sporting." 

	"What did you call it?" 

	"In this country we call it a prick, at least when it's hard like that, and 
when it's close to a woman." 

	"I am afraid I am very excited." 

	"Why should you be afraid? I wouldn't be too pleased with myself if you 
weren't excited." 

	"I wish I was not so nervous." 

	"Don't you worry about that. By the time we finish what we're going to do 
in this room, you'll never be nervous again. 

	Then she started touching me all over my body, and I began to shake even 
more. But I wasn't shaking from being nervous so much. I was shaking like 
that because she was exciting me so much. 

	Very soon I was so excited that I crossed my fingers to hope she would want 
us to have sex very soon, because I would have been very much ashamed if I 
wet her bedroom carpet. 

	William had told me I was to do whatever she wanted. But I couldn't think 
of too many things that a male and female could do together. So that did not 
scare me. Since all I could think of was having sex, he calls it fucking, 
then I thought it was all right. 

	Because now I was so very excited that I wanted to do it very much, and I 
wanted to do it right away, I tried to remember the right words that he told 
me because I didn't want her to think I was so very innocent that I didn't 
even know what to say. 

	"May we fuck now, please?" 

	"Well, I was thinking of a little something for myself first. You wouldn't 
mind a little appetizer, would you?" 

	"I beg your pardon?" 

	"I would like you to eat me." 

	"I still don't understand." 

	You see, sir, I am very familiar with the language as I learned it in books 
at the embassy school. But this language that she and William were using was 
never in any of those books. But then she explained that a male was supposed 
to sometimes put his mouth on a woman's private parts, and that women like 
the way it felt very much. 

	I never heard of that before, but I thought that it must be the custom in 
this country since they even had special words for it. And I did not want 
her to think that I had not taken the trouble to learn the customs. Making a 
good appearance is very important to me, especially since my father is an 
ambassador. 

	He would want me to be very popular at school, and I knew that he wanted me 
to do all the right things. So I asked her what it was she wanted me to do, 
and then she told me just how to put my head down there, and use my mouth 
the way she wanted me to. 

	Before I started to do that, I felt a little ashamed, because I thought 
that it might not be too manly to be down there between a woman's legs like 
that. I knew that William was watching, and he never told me that he did 
such a thing himself. But I did not want him to run into the house and beat 
me up before I could fuck her. 

	I really wanted to do that part very much. And Sara told me that I might 
fuck her, if I was very good at eating her. So she lay down to the back of 
the bed, and propped herself up on some pillows. And then she spread her 
legs very wide and I could see that inside all that black hair was a crimson 
slash, and inside there it was dark and very wet. 

	She had already told me just how to do it, and once I got over my 
fascination with just looking at that furry wet thing, I didn't mind at all 
putting my head down and starting to lick at the wet, dark hole. I got some 
funny stuff in my mouth, but it didn't taste too bad. 

	So I continued to lick away in there. 

	"Don't forget my clit." 

	Sara had told me where her clit was before I started, but I had been so 
fascinated with having my tongue inside that hole that I forgot all about 
it. And after she had told me how important it was to have her clit licked 
all around a lot, I was very embarrassed to have forgotten So I immediately 
moved my mouth up a little, and then I worked even harder on that little 
fleshy thing, because I wanted to apologize for having forgotten. 

	I was working a little faster on that thing, then I had when my tongue was 
in her wet hole. But she didn't seem to mind. She liked it very much, and 
even suggested that I do it some more. 

	My hands kept sliding up to the top of her body. I didn't mean for it to 
happen, but while my mind was wandering as my mouth was busy with her furry 
thing, and it just happened. Then I felt her hands on my wrists, and I 
thought that she was going to push my hands away from the top of her body. 
Maybe she didn't want her breasts to be touched. 

	Instead, she moved my hands all the way up, and then pressed my palms down 
on her breasts. They felt wonderful in my hands, and I played with them a 
lot, as I used my mouth and my tongue just the way she wanted me to, right 
between her legs in that furry patch. 

	They were so big that I didn't expect them to feel as soft as they did in 
my hands. I'm afraid that I squeezed a little too hard every so often, 
because she squealed a little. But she didn't take my hands away, and 
brought them right back up there, even when I tried to take them away 
because I thought that I was hurting her. 

	Between the way my hands were feeling up there, and the way my mouth was 
feeling down there, I became very excited, and I wanted to take a little 
bite out of that furry patch. But I was very careful not to. 

	And then she started to make some very strange sounds. I didn't understand 
what those sounds meant, and I Was expecting her to push me away any second, 
because maybe I was hurting her too much. 

	But she never pushed me away, and I continued to do what she wanted for as 
long as I could. Then it was very difficult for me to breathe, and I felt 
very warm with my head down there and her legs pressed tightly against my 
face for so long. 

	So I had to take my head a little bit away from there until I could catch 
my breath. My face was very sticky all over from the stuff that was inside 
her furry patch, and I had to wipe it on the bedding because I couldn't 
reach anything else. 

	I was just going to say I was sorry for taking my head away, but Sara had 
something else to say. 

	"Have you had enough of that?" 

	"Do you want me to do some more?" 

	"Not right now. You were very good down there, and I think you should have 
the fuck that you asked for." 

	"Oh, that would be very nice right now because my penis does hurt such an 
awful lot." 

	"You put it right in there where your mouth was, and it will take away all 
the pain." 

	INTERVIEW TWO 

	So I did as she suggested, and I found out that she was correct. Putting my 
penis inside that wet hole did take away the pain, but then I started to 
feel a lot of other things. 

	I felt them all over my body and they all felt very good. My body touched 
her everywhere and it felt very good. But she had not told me what I was 
supposed to do that was fucking. And do once it was in there, So I just lay 
on top of her and felt very ashamed. 

	Sara showed me how it is to fuck by using her hands on the back part of me. 
She only had to help me for a few minutes, and then I was able to move in 
and out of there by myself. 

	It felt even more wonderful than anything else I had done with her until 
then. I tried to do it very slowly, just the way she wanted me to when it 
was my tongue in there. But now she wanted me to go very fast, and I did my 
best to please her. 

	That was not very difficult because it also pleased me very much, and we 
both liked what we were doing. She was making those strange sounds again, 
but now I could see her face and I knew that they were sounds of pleasure. 

	I would have understood soon enough anyway , because my own body was so 
warm and tingly all over, and I had this especially wonderful feeling in my 
penis and all around it. And very soon I started to make the same sounds. 
They were sounds of wonder, and very much pleasure. 

	It would have been very soon when I was going to wet inside of her. I 
recognized that moment, because it happened to me many times when I could 
not stop myself from using my hand on my penis. 

	I tried to tell her that this was happening, but she didn't want to allow 
it. 

	"You have to hold out." 

	"But please. I must." 

	"I want to get down on the floor with you." 

	"What will we do down there?" 

	"The same thing we're doing up here, but I will show you how to do it 
another way." 

	That was all right, because I knew that it meant we were still going to 
fuck. But I didn't understand why it would be any different to her if we 
were doing it down on the floor. 

	She used her hand to take my penis out of herself, and then she got down on 
the floor. I was amused to see that she got down there on her hands and 
knees, but she was not smiling, so I knew that she was not having some fun 
on me. 

	"All you have to do is get down like this behind me." 

	"Where shall I put it?" 

	"Once you get down there, you'll be able to find the same furry hole that 
you were in before." 

	"Oh, there it is." 

	"Then push it right in, boy." 

	I thought that I might have a problem doing it from back there, but it went 
right in, and she sighed a lot. So I thought that it must have felt 
different to her that way, and maybe better. It felt just fine to me, and I 
began to move in and out of her again. 

	But then the other way felt just fine to me too. Since she was making those 
happy sounds again, I thought that I would now be allowed to wet inside of 
her. I was hoping for that very much, because I was so excited, and I could 
feel all sorts of throbbing things in the space beneath my penis. 

	Again she reached to my penis and pulled it out of herself. I was very 
upset this time. 

	"Why must you keep stopping me?" 

	"Because I want to try it another way." 

	"No more. I must finish this now." 

	And I was very upset. When still she said that I must do it another way, I 
felt that she was just toying with me and would never allow me to wet inside 
of her. So I thought that it would be wise of me to go back into the living 
room and get into my clothes again. 

	I thought that William might still want to beat me up, but that was all 
right. Because I was very angry at both of them, and I would have beat him 
up a little too. 

	When Sara saw that I did not want to come back to the bed and fuck her any 
more, she called to me and told me that I could put it back inside of her 
and finish myself any way that I wanted to. 

	Well, just to be nasty, I told her that I wanted to go back to the original 
way, because I thought that she really wanted to do it some other way. But 
she told me that any way I wanted was all right. So I decided to go back 
into the bedroom and put it back inside of her. 

	You see that was what I really wanted to do anyway. And it made me feel 
very much like a man to have won that argument with her. She behaved very 
differently too, when I came back into the room with her. 

	Sara was very quiet now, and she was not bossing me around any more. I was 
happy for that, because she had been treating me just the way William did, 
and I didn't like it when he did that to me either. 

	I was very busy then for a little while. Once I began to push it in and out 
of her again, I forgot about being angry. It felt very wonderful all over 
again, and I thought that she looked very beautiful with her face all pink 
and glowing like that. 

	There were funny feelings going up and down my spine, and I felt very hot 
and tingly all over. I knew that I could not stop once again. Not for 
anything. So I began to push myself in and out of her very fast, because I 
was afraid that she would stop me. 

	But she did not stop me again. Instead her sounds started to get very 
highly pitched, and then I felt her hand clutching at the back of my 
shoulders. While I was still pushing myself in and out of her very fast, I 
felt her hole go all squishy inside. 

	And she was screaming very loud. I became very frightened, and I asked her 
if everything was all right. When she answered me that they certainly were, 
I knew that she was happy. 

	And I also knew that she would not stop me again. So I concentrated very 
hard on pushing myself in and out of her as hard and as fast as I could, and 
very soon I felt myself wetting inside of her. It did not feel anything like 
what would happen when I used my hand on it. 

	There was the same shaking, and the feeling of all that wet stuff moving 
through my penis, but it was so very much more wonderful. And I did not feel 
at all lonely the way I did when it happened in my dark bedroom. 

	I wanted to scream just the way she did, but I thought that it would not be 
considered manly to make sounds like that. Instead, I just dug my hands into 
the back of her shoulders very tightly, and then my body began to shake all 
over. 

	It shook like that for a very long time, and there were a few moments that 
I still cannot remember. And then it was over. Sara said that I could stay a 
while if I wanted to, but I didn't. 

	I had felt very wonderful to be fucking her like that. But I did not like 
the part about her teasing me so badly. So then I wanted to go back to 
school. 

	All the time I did not see William, and I was very worried that he had gone 
back to school and left me behind, because I did not know how to get back 
there from where I was, or how I was supposed to sneak back into the 
dormitory without being seen. 

	I had depended so much on William to be my friend. But he was not outside 
the house as he had promised, and I was very upset all over again. Luckily, 
I had remembered to bring some pocket money with me. 

	Since I did not know how to get back to the school on the bus, I had to 
wave at a taxicab, and tell him which school I attended. He winked at me and 
asked me if I wasn't out a little late. 

	And then he said that I must be something of a hot lover. I do not remember 
the exact words, but I could not tell if he was praising me or making fun of 
me. But at least he did know the way back to school, and he was also 
intelligent enough to let me out outside the gates. 

	Since I did not know which way William went around, so that he would not be 
caught, I decided to go around the back and then climb over the fence that 
was near the stable. If they heard any sounds back there, I think that they 
would have thought it was the polo ponies. 

	That part of it was very simple. But it was not so simple to go all the way 
to our dormitory across much open ground without being seen. I had to lean 
all the way against the walls of every building, and then run very fast in 
the spaces between them. 

	And when I got to our dormitory, I climbed up the back wall, .vand went in 
through the bathroom window. Then I started to breathe freely because I was 
sure that I was safe and no one had seen me. 

	So I went into my room, and did not dare to turn the lights on because I 
did not want to wake anybody. But all of a sudden, the lights went on 
anyway, and there was William, with many of the other boys from all of the 
floors in the building. 

	They were yelling surprise and laughing a lot. William was waving some 
papers around in his hands, and I demanded to see them because everyone else 
was looking at them and then pointing to me. 

	They were pictures that you take with a camera that develops them at the 
same time. And they were pictures of myself in the bedroom with that woman, 
Sara. In the ones where I was pushing my penis in and out of her, you could 
not see too much of my face. 

	But in the others, and there were very many more of them, you could see my 
face clearly, as my tongue started to push inside of her wet hole. You could 
see even how much I was smiling to be doing that to her. 

	And those were the pictures that everybody was laughing at so much. They 
said that it was very much of a joke on me, because they had all fucked that 
woman, and none of them would ever dare put their mouths between her legs 
because she was much too dirty in there. 

	Then I knew that William had played a very bad joke on me, and the whole 
school thought that I was a very stupid fool. I ran out of the room, and 
then I locked myself into the bathroom for the night. 

	I would not even open the door when the boys said they had to go in. And 
the next morning it as very difficult for me to sit in the classroom, 
because I could hear all the boys laughing and snickering behind their 
hands. 

	All that happened to me two weeks ago, and I am very dismayed that I cannot 
pay better attention in class. I also cannot study very well in my room. I 
am all the time thinking that many of the boys are still laughing at me. I 
feel that way even when it is very quiet. 

	And so I have come to feel that I am very much in need of adult guidance 
about all this. I do not want to be the fool of the whole school. But I do 
not understand why it was such a big joke when it all felt so very good. I 
also do not know if men do use their mouths between a woman's legs or not. 

	They did tell me that none of them would do it because too many of them had 
fucked her. But they did not say if one of them would do it with some other 
female that was only theirs to fuck, and now that I have been with a woman, 
I would very much like to do it again. 

	Some of the boys in my grade say that they know young girls who do not have 
so many penises in them, and I would like to fuck them very much. but I do 
not even know which of all those things I learned with Sara are the manly 
things to do, and which are the foolish. And how can I ask one of my 
teachers or even the guidance counselors this question, when they will 
surely know that I have been off the grounds at night, and with a woman when 
these things are not allowed? 

	So this is why I requested that I could be taken to you. At the embassy, my 
mother sees a doctor such as yourself, and my father does also. But not the 
same man. And so I feel that you should be able to help me. I certainly hope 
so, or else I shall have to write to my parents and ask to be taken out of 
school and sent home. 

	You can see how very much I want to be just like the other boys, and to 
have all of them like me. It hurt me so very much for William to show all 
those pictures around the room, and I also did not like the way he and Sara 
played such bad jokes on me. 

	But I must at least thank them for showing me that it is very enjoyable for 
a "male to fuck a female, even if he is only a young boy. I will still say 
that it felt very wonderful, even if he did make so much fun of me later. I 
would like to do it again. 

	This time, I would like to do it with a clean young girl. A girl that I can 
have all to myself, and call my girlfriend. I have heard that in this 
country you can fuck your girlfriend, and she does not think she is being 
compromised. But you must not tell any of the adults what you are doing with 
her. I would like this very much. 

	Yet, I cannot try to ask any of the girls that come to our parties, unless 
I am sure that I will be doing all the right things. I hope you can help me. 

	CONCLUSION 

	Brian's problem was a simple matter of being uninformed about sex, as well 
as the mores of the country in which he was attending school. But his desire 
to be liked was universal. 

	The fact that he could be open enough to ask about his doubts, and 
problems, was very helpful. He felt he could speak freely with his doctor, 
and could, therefore, get some very frank answers in return. As he did not 
have any serious problems, a few sessions of questions and answers were all 
that was required. Brian is planning on staying at his present school as he 
is adjusting to his new awareness of customs nicely. 

	CASE HISTORY SIX 

	Subject: Sharon J. 

	Age: Thirteen 

	INTERVIEW ONE 

	Sharon's parents came up to school for a meeting with the grade advisor. 
They were told that the girl appeared to be suffering from severe 
repression, but that they had no clue as to the cause. For this reason, it 
was suggested that Sharon be driven to town once a week, where she could go 
through therapy with a highly recommended analyst. 

	As the girl did not object to this, and was rather relieved to be finally 
getting some help, the therapy was begun with a great deal of cooperation 
between all parties involved. 

	I'm not sure how it all happened myself. But now it has, and I've begun 
feeling very blue about it ever since. The reason why I'm not happy about 
it, and why I'm not angry either, is because I'm still very confused about 
the whole thing. 

	Some of it was really wonderful, and those parts that were, I can't feel 
sorry about, even though I think that maybe I should. I don't know for sure 
why I fell so head over heels for Mr. Brown, because I've been away at 
schools ever since I was six years old and it never happened to me before. 
There wasn't a Mr. Brown before, either. 

	I go to school here because my parents have to travel a lot for their 
business. So I know that they love me, and that I'm not here because one of 
them wants a divorce or both of them don't want any children around, like a 
lot of other girls. 

	That's why a lot of them get crushes on the teachers and stuff like that. 
It never fails, sometimes. I mean, the girls that I know are having problems 
with their fathers, lots of times they say that they're in love with one of 
the teachers, and some of the ones that are having problems with their 
mothers start fooling around in bed with the older girls. And a couple of 
them I've seen going over to the women teacher's cottage. 

	I always felt very lucky because I had parents that loved each other and 
also loved me. So I guess I really don't have an excuse like that for what I 
did with Mr. Brown. 

	He wasn't at the school when I first started going there a few years ago. 
If he was, maybe I would have gotten into trouble even younger. Because I 
still think I would have gotten in deep with him, no matter what. 

	If you could just see him, then you would know what I was talking about. 
He's about the most beautiful man IVe ever seen. And IVe seen a lot of 
good-looking men in my father's business. 

	He was good-looking in a very different kind of way. My father arranges 
touring shows all over the world, and he has all those male dancers that 
look so beautiful on stage. But they're the pretty kind of beautiful. You 
know they're men, but you don't think of them really like men. 

	And the boys that we have our dances with, well, they're just boys. Some of 
them have pimples, and some of them act very goofy. But not Mr. Brown. He's 
only thirty-five, so you couldn't really call him a dirty old man. 

	Some of the girls that know what he did with me say that he is. But I say 
that he isn't because he's very clean and handsome, and I don't think that 
thirty-five is that old. Some of my father's dancers are that old, and you 
should see them move around. 

	Mr. Brown reminds me of one of the Greek gods that are in our books about 
mythology. He's very blond, and tall. And he plays a lot of tennis, and 
swims like a champ. Since he's out in the sun a lot, his skin is a real gold 
color. 

	And even the suits that he dressed in for class fit him in such a way that 
you know he has a gorgeous hunk of body underneath. All the girls say that 
he's beautiful, so I'm not the only one. 

	But I'm the only one that had the courage to tell him. Those girls were all 
so dumb. They would giggle in class, and whisper things when they were 
walking behind him. I know that he thought they were all very silly. 

	One day, when he saw that I was just staring at him all through class, he 
asked me to stay for a few minutes. And then he asked me what was on my 
mind. I was just so glad to be standing close to him. He smelled so good and 
everything. 

	So I just told him right out that I thought he was as beautiful as a Greek 
god. And then we got to talking, and the next thing I knew we were taking a 
walk around the grounds. 

	The day was so beautiful and sunny, and even the birds were singing for us. 
We talked about mythology, and I told him how much I loved all the stories. 
Then he started to recite a few of them by heart. 

	Well, what can I tell you? By the time we got back to the place we started 
from, I just knew that I was in love with my Mr. Brown. We talked some more, 
and I knew he could tell that I just couldn't bear for him to walk away from 
me. So he asked me if I would like to come to his place off the school 
grounds on a Sunday afternoon, when a guest speaker who was a friend of his 
was going to recite some ancient Greek poetry. 

	It sounded like such a beautiful way to spend a Sunday, and I was very 
flattered that he would even invite a little girl like me to a tea where 
they were all going to be professors and people like that. It made me feel 
like he really cared about me as a woman, and not just one of his students. 
I couldn't wait for Sunday to come around. 

	Nothing I had in my closet looked right for a day like that, so I took the 
last of my month's allowance and bought myself a new outfit that I thought 
looked very grown up. Since I was going to be at a teacher's thing, there 
wasn't any reason that I couldn't tell the headmistress about it. She 
thought I must have gotten some very good grades in his class, and he was 
doing this for a special treat. 

	So she even had the school chauffeur drive me over there, and that made me 
feel very grown up. I was very excited with all the people that were there, 
and I thought it was all just terrific. But when it was over, and everybody 
started leaving, I just couldn't bear to call the school so they could come 
and get me. 

	Mr. Brown was very busy all afternoon, and we only had a minute here and 
there to even talk. So he said it was all right if I stayed a little while 
after everyone left, and that it would be our secret, because the school 
wouldn't approve of one of their young ladies staying behind with a man and 
no chaperone. 

	He sounded very sly when he said it, and I tried not to giggle because I 
didn't think anyone would think twice about a little girl like me being 
alone with a grown up male teacher. 

	Then he made us both a little snack in the kitchen, and we started talking 
about Greek gods again. I don't know why I did it, but he was telling me a 
story that I had never heard before, and he looked so beautiful that I just 
hugged him. 

	My face got all red, when I realized what I did, and I was so ashamed of 
myself that I wanted to run away. But he kissed me on the top of my head, 
and called me a sweet little thing. 

	Then he went upstairs for minute, and brought down a little velvet box with 
him. Inside it was an ancient Greek coin that he had brought back with him 
from his last summer vacation. A few weeks before that, in class, I told him 
how much I wanted to get an A in his class, because it would put me on the 
honor list, and I wanted to take the subject in college. 

	So he said that we could make a secret pact, and that he wasn't going to 
show me any special favors, but if I did work very hard in class, and I got 
the A all on my own, he would give me the coin at the end of the term. Now, 
I had two reasons for working hard in that class. I wanted to stay even 
longer that day, but Mr. Brown reminded me that a girl from my school was 
supposed to be above suspicion, and besides, he was still on his one-year 
probation, and he might lose his job for any little thing. 

	I didn't want him to lose his job. I wished that he would stay at the 
school until I graduated, because I loved him so much. And I wanted to get 
that A even more than ever, because I knew that he would be so proud of me. 
It was very important. 

	Now, I know that I'm not just imagining this part, because I asked him 
about it, and he said it was true. All during the rest of the term, he did 
look a lot over to where my seat was. I tried not to blush too much, but I 
knew that I did, just the same. 

	But that didn't really matter, because a lot of the girls had a crush on 
him and they all blushed. But they didn't have our secret pact, and I know 
that even if he smiled at every one of them, which he did, the way he smiled 
at me was very special. 

	I wanted to go back to his place, before the term was over, but there 
wasn't much happening. So I didn't have any good reason that the school 
could know about. It was only going to be a few weeks anyways, so I made 
myself be patient. 

	And that wasn't too hard, because there was all that studying to do. It was 
snowing and we all went skiing on weekends, including all the teachers, so 
Mr. Brown and I had our I chances to talk outside of class in a way that no 
one could be suspicious of. 

	Once I fell in the snow while he was on his way down, and he stopped to 
help me get back on my skis. I had to put my arms around his neck, and then 
he brushed the snow off my behind with his hands, and I got a real thrill 
from it. All of a sudden, he was kissing me, and we moved behind this big 
tree. That's how fast it all happened. 

	That first time out on the slopes, we were just kissing and stuff like 
that. But it wasn't any sweet kissing like some of us girls do when it's a 
birthday or something special. He was kissing me like I was a grown up 
woman, and I felt my panties get very damp. 

	I started to shiver all over from the excitement, but he thought that I was 
chilled from falling in the snow. I didn't want to tell him how he made me 
wet my panties. I didn't think that would have happened to a grown up woman. 

	So I let him think whatever was in his mind, and he took me down and back 
to the school lodge. Just about everyone else was on the slopes, except for 
some of the teachers that were getting the food ready for everybody. But we 
had the big room and that gorgeous fireplace all to ourselves, and I thought 
the whole thing was very romantic. 

	I guess he must have felt the same way I did, because he promised that I 
could come back to his place one night as soon as most of the girls had left 
for the winter vacation. I was to stay at the school, because there was no 
one home at our house. 

	But I did have permission to go into town to see the ballet, and I even had 
a ticket. That was the night that we picked. The chauffeur would drop me off 
there, and Mr. Brown would meet me. It all sounded like such a secret kind 
of romantic thing that I just loved it. 

	That was still ten days away. But finals kept me very busy, and then I got 
the A. I was jumping up and down in the classroom, and I wanted to run right 
up to the front of the room, and hug and kiss him but I didn't dare. I had 
only two more days to wait for my coin, and my secret date with Mr. Brown. 
They were very long days. 

	The girls said I was very peculiar because I had a few offers to go back to 
different homes for the holidays, and I said I didn't mind staying back at 
the school. The place was going to be deserted except for a few of the 
foreign students and teachers. 

	I. should have put on a much sadder face when I said goodbye to all of the 
girls. I just couldn't manage it, though. They all thought I was glowing 
like that because I had straight A's. 

	Now I have a few very close girlfriends, and we shared just about all of 
our secrets. But that was one secret that I didn't want to share with anyone 
except Mr . Brown. It was the only secret I was ever able to keep all to 
myself, and it was a very hard thing to do. 

	But then they were gone, and I only had the one more night to wait. I was 
happy that I was the only one up in my room. Because it was the first chance 
I had in a long time to finger myself because all of the girls had been up 
most of every night studying for finals. 

	I didn't want to wet my panties when I was with him that night. Part of me 
was already hoping that he would try to make love to me. But the other part 
of me wasn't sure if I had the courage to let it happen. 

	Either way, I wanted to come off like such a grown-up lady, that he would 
at least try to make a play for me. And if I did get over being a 
scaredy-cat, then I didn't want him to catch me with wet panties. 

	So I told myself that it would be good for me to get some of that 
excitement out of my system. I was thinking about him all the time, and 
every time it came around to me wondering if I was going to spend some of 
the night in his bed, my panties would get damp. 

	Now I was alone, and I tried to see in my mind how he was going to look 
without any clothes. I never saw a naked man, or even a picture of one, 
except when they were wearing a fig leaf. So I really didn't know what his 
sex was going to look like 

	But I could pretty well imagine the rest of him because I had seen him in 
tennis shorts, and when he was swimming. I pictured that he would be that 
golden tan all over him, and I even forgot about the white places where he 
had to keep his sex covered. 

	In my mind, he was just perfect all over, and a perfect man like him could 
tan without any white spots at all. All night I sat up in my bed, because I 
was so excited about the next day, and I fingered myself all night long. The 
whole next day I spent getting ready, and the headmistress said that I 
looked very pretty. 

	I was to be left at the theatre door, and the chauffeur would wait until he 
saw me go inside. The school could have bought a ticket for someone to watch 
over me, but the headmistress was a very nice lady, and she thought I would 
feel more grown-up this way. When the show was over, I was to stand right 
next to the ticket counter, and not talk to anyone, if the chauffeur was not 
there when the show broke. 

	That was going to be the tricky part. But I knew just how I was going to 
work it. I had a ticket, so they had to let me walk in there, even if there 
was only fifteen minutes left of the show, and then the chauffeur would see 
me walking out the door. 

	INTERVIEW TWO 

	Mr. Brown was sitting in his sports car right around the corner, when the 
school car drove up. I walked into the lobby, and then I walked right out 
again. Then we were alone in his car, and I figured I didn't have to pretend 
not to love him anymore. 

	"Can I have a kiss?" 

	"What a fresh young lady." 

	"I love you, and I can say it now, because it's vacation." 

	So he kissed me, and it was a smoochier kiss than the one on the slopes. I 
mean, he stuck his tongue into my mouth and everything. He even tasted like 
love. 

	"You said you loved me?" 

	"Yes, I do." 

	"Understand that young girls often think they're in love with their 
teachers." 

	"Don't lecture me, please. I know what I'm saying, and you must feel the 
same thing, or we wouldn't be here now, and you wouldn't have kissed me like 
that." 

	"I really don't know how I feel, pet. We'll talk more about that part when 
I'm ready to take you back here." 

	He sounded so serious then that he made my heart do flip-flops because it 
sounded like he might really love me after all. I never thought about him 
being so much older than me, or that I didn't even have much in the tit 
department yet. 

	I just thought that he must be in love with my fine mind, and didn't care 
if I was still almost flat-chested. And I remember reading some story, or 
maybe it was a poem, where the man said to the woman he loved that it didn't 
matter how much difference there was in their ages. 

	We were both such romantic people, so I thought it was okay for us, too. 
Mr. Brown put his arm around me while we were driving over to his place, and 
he kissed me at every red light. He didn't try to get fresh or anything in 
the car, so I never thought that a dirty old man was going to seduce me or 
any of that junk. 

	He had a fireplace, too, and we cuddled up in front of it and toasted 
marshmallows and made popcorn in the fire. Mr. Brown put on some music I 
never heard before, but I sounded like something I might have heard in the 
ballet. 

	I started to laugh when he told me that he had gone to the show the night 
before, and took some notes so I would be able to tell the headmistress all 
about it. Then I started to get serious, and there were so many things that 
I wanted to tell him. 

	"I'm glad I'm a virgin." 

	"Why is that?" 

	"Because now I can come to you all pure." 

	"You make it sound like one of the stories." 

	"Isn't that the way it's supposed to be with true love?" 

	"In the story, both of the lovers were pure." 

	"I wasn't expecting you to be. You're such a beautiful man, and I'm sure 
that all the women just love to make love with you." 

	"That's a very nice way of putting it, and I have to admit that I have my 
share of women." 

	"Do you think that you wouldn't be disappointed with me? I mean, I don't 
know all the things that women who have been around would." 

	"That's what makes you so special. Did you ever think that I might find you 
so appealing because you are innocent?" 

	"Oh, Mr. Brown, now I love you even more." 

	"Would you still love me if you knew that I wanted to take you into my bed 
and behave like a savage animal?" 

	"I would race you to the room." 

	"Then let's go." 

	It was all so crazy, and so very romantic. It was just the right thing to 
be racing Mr. Brown to the bedroom. I felt like I was right in the middle of 
my best dream, and since it didn't feel like it was real at all, I didn't 
even think of being scared. 

	When we got to the bedroom, we fell into a heap on the bed, and then Mr. 
Brown told me to put my hand under the pillow. The velvet box was under 
there, and inside was the coin. But now it looked different. 

	He had taken it to the jeweler, and had it made into a pendant for me. 
After I took it out of the box, he put it around my neck, and then I started 
kissing him like crazy. He started saying things in my ear, and it was all 
like making love so I did it all. 

	When he told me to put my hand down to his zipper and rub him down there, I 
did it right away. That was the part of him that made him a man, and I 
wanted to show how much I worshipped him. 

	It started to grow and get very hard where I touched him, and then all of a 
sudden, there was this big hard bulge in his pants. He looked at me for a 
minute and his face was very serious. 

	"Sure you're ready for this?" 

	"Oh, yes. It has to be this way, because I love you so much. It could never 
be dirty, not when it's you." 

	So then Mr. Brown started to get out of his clothes while I lay on the bed 
right next to him. And when he was all naked, he told me to let my hands run 
all over his body, so I could get used to the way a man felt. 

	While I was doing that, especially down where his pants used to be, he 
unbuttoned all of my things, and then even got me out of my little bra and 
panties. Then he started running his hands all over me just the same way. 

	"Are you a little girl, or a woman?" 

	"When I'm with you? A woman." 

	"Then take me in your arms, and let me make love to you." 

	It all sounded so beautiful, the way he put it, that I wanted to cry, and I 
think that I did just a little bit. I stretched out my arms to him, and then 
he came down on top of me. 

	I was so excited that I didn't even think about the hurting part, that some 
of the girls told me about. Mr. Brown was trying to be very gentle with me, 
but his thing was very big, and he was having trouble putting it into my 
hole. 

	Some of the older girls said it was easier for the boy when you masturbated 
yourself a lot before he put his thing into you for the first time. But they 
must have used something else besides their fingers, because I had done it 
all the night before, and he was still hurting me. 

	But then he was all the way inside, and I was crying, and he was kissing 
all the tears away. He said that the pain would go away in just a couple of 
minutes, and it did when he really started making love to me. 

	He still felt very big inside there and all that, but the hurt started 
going away, when he started going in and out of me. I was still too scared 
to move, so Mr. Brown put my hands around his neck, and then he put his hand 
under my behind, and showed me how to push myself up and down along with 
what he was doing on top of me. 

	When my body started to get very hot, it was moving all by itself. And then 
I forgot that I was supposed to be a lady. Nobody ever told me how you were 
supposed to act when you were in bed with a man, so I just did whatever came 
naturally. 

	And since he was getting me very hot and excited, I didn't even try to act 
like a nice polite little girl. I think I went a little crazy because all of 
a sudden, we were both moving like wild animals. It was just the way he said 
he would be when he went inside me. 

	He wasn't acting nice and gentle any more. So I thought that I wasn't 
supposed to either. His hands were pressing and rubbing all over my chest, 
and once or twice he put his head down and sucked on the nipples. 

	That gave me another thrill through my whole body and I felt myself 
wetting. But there wasn't anything I could do about it this time. And I 
couldn't tell if he noticed it or not. 

	If he did, it must have been all right, because his face was very red, and 
he was still kissing me all over my body. I was getting so very excited, 
that I started to moan and cry. 

	And then I came, much more than when I was fingering myself. He was still 
making love to me, and I didn't calm down, either. When I was in my bed at 
night, I would calm down some, and sometimes I would go to sleep. 

	But his making love to me was making me even more excited than I was the 
night before when I had to finger myself so many times. Only this time, 
there was something huge inside of me instead of my finger, and every time I 
came, it was like my whole body was being broken into a million pieces. 

	I came a lot of times, too. But I found out that a man can come only one 
time for each time that he is making love to a girl. Mr. Brown didn't even 
stop and wait for me every time I came. 

	He just went right on working that big thing in and out of me, and he was 
getting faster and faster all the time. He was grunting and groaning just 
like a big, angry bear, and his hairy chest was rubbing like crazy all over 
my little nipples. 

	That made the thrill run all through my body. I was crying and laughing all 
at the same time, and I kept wondering if maybe all the excitement did make 
me crazy after all. 

	Because his body was smacking down on me pretty hard, and the coin around 
my neck was starting to make a bruise on my chest, I was a little nervous 
that the headmistress would discover what I had been doing. But then I could 
feel his sweat pouring down all over me, and I didn't know what was 
happening to me, and I didn't care any more. He was pushing his thing into 
me very hard, and his body was hitting me very hard, too. Sometimes I 
couldn't even breathe. 

	Then he slammed right down on top of me, and he held me so tight that I 
couldn't breathe at all. My back hurt where he was holding me so tight, and 
then he started to shake like crazy, and his thing was pushed all the way 
in, and I felt it explode like crazy. 

	It felt like a great big gun going off inside my body, and I wondered where 
all the stuff went that his gun was shooting off inside of me. Even when it 
stopped making those jumping feelings, he still didn't take it out. 

	He was still holding me tight, but not so very tight. And he said that I 
was wonderful. We still had an hour, and after he showed me what to do in 
the bathroom, I came back to the bed with him. 

	I was playing with his thing, only it was soft now. And he was putting his 
finger inside of me. Then his thing started to get hard again, and I started 
to feel all wet and damp. 

	So we did it again, and this time it was even better, because it didn't 
even hurt a little bit. And this time, I knew how to move myself, and Mr. 
Brown didn't even act like he was tired. 

	I don't know what happened to the time, but all of a sudden, Mr. Brown was 
rushing me into the shower. And we both got dressed and ran to the car. It 
was a good thing that we did, because we got to the theatre just when the 
car was pulling up. 

	We didn't even have time for a goodnight kiss, or for me to ask him to plan 
something so we could do it over again. But I trusted him because I loved 
him so much, and I didn't worry. 

	I felt like he loved me too, and he would find some way so that we could 
spend a lot of our vacation together. I had about five minutes to look over 
the notes he had slipped into my purse, and then I walked out of the 
theatre, just like I had been there all the time. 

	When the car drove around the block on the way back to the school, I looked 
to see his car, but he was gone. The headmistress was waiting up for me, and 
I told her all about the show, just like I had seen the whole thing. And she 
was very happy right along with me. 

	She said she could see that I had a real love for the ballet just by 
looking at my happy face. When I finally fell asleep that night, I felt like 
my whole life had changed, and I was never going to be sad again. 

	Maybe tomorrow or the next day, Mr. Brown would be parked right outside the 
gate, or maybe he would find an excuse to pick up something me the school 
and slip me a little note, telling me where to meet him. 

	So I hung around every place he might be, but he didn't come to school the 
next day or the day after that. I tried calling his place a few times, but I 
always got a busy signal. 

	I was starting to worry that maybe something had happened to him. Maybe he 
was sick and dying, and there was nobody who knew or could take care of him. 
Maybe he fainted right on the floor while he was trying to call me for help 
and I didn't know it. 

	So I begged the headmistress to have me driven to town. I said that I 
forgot all about somebody's birthday, and I had to get a present in a big 
hurry. When we got there, I pretended that I had to go to a lot of stores, 
and told the chauffeur to wait there until I got back. 

	Then I ran right to the taxi stop, and had a cab take me to Mr. Brown's. 
The door was locked, and he didn't answer the doorbell. But the lights were 
on in the bedroom, and then I was sure he was sick and couldn't even get out 
of bed. 

	So I ran around back and climbed in through the window. I was expecting to 
find him on the floor somewhere, or unconscious on his bed. But he wasn't 
sick and he wasn't alone either. 

	There was some female in the bed with him, and I couldn't even make out if 
it was a girl or a woman, because I couldn't see her face. She had it 
between his legs, and she must have had his whole sex in her mouth, because 
her face was right down to there. All I could see was her long hair on the 
back of her head. 

	They must have been so excited with what they were doing, that they didn't 
even hear me come into the room, because the window was over in the comer. 
But then I recognized the body and the hair. It was my own roommate. 

	She looked up when I started to cry, and then I was so hurt and so mad at 
the both of them that I started to throw things from the dresser at them. 
Before Mr. Brown got up and tried to catch me, I climbed back out the 
window, and then ran all the way back to where the chauffeur was waiting. 

	He could see that I was crying, but he didn't say anything, because it 
wasn't his job. And the headmistress didn't say anything either. Maybe she 
just thought that I suddenly got lonely. 

	I didn't see the girl or Mr. Brown until vacation was over. All that time I 
just sat up in my room and cried, because I didn't know what else to do. I 
had to stay with that girl until the Spring term was over, and I wasn't even 
sure if she was the only girl at school, that I was supposed to be jealous 
of. And I didn't know what I was supposed to do about Mr. Brown. 

	Then classes started again, and I just couldn't do any work. I was looking 
around the class all the time, and trying to figure out how many more girls 
were also spending time over at Mr. Brown's place. 

	Whoever they were, nobody dared to talk about it. Because we all felt the 
same about him, even my roommate. She didn't even talk to me about it, and I 
was right there in the room with her. I guess we were all in love with him, 
and we didn't want to get him into any trouble. 

	And then one night, I saw that she was crying, too, and I guessed that she 
must have gone back there, sometime, and found him with another girl. And 
then I didn't feel so bad. 

	I found out that he did it with a lot of girls over the vacation. He must 
have, because there were a lot of sad faces. But that didn't make me feel 
much better. I still want him, and now everything is all mixed up. 

	It would be wonderful to be in that bed with him again, and I want it very 
much. But every time I start thinking about him, all I have to do is look 
over to the next bed in my room, and then I start to feel sick inside my 
stomach. 

	CONCLUSION 

	This young lady had learned a very bitter lesson. Many girls do at some 
time in their lives, but it is especially tragic when it happens to one that 
is so very young and vulnerable. 

	At her own request, nobody was informed of what had happened between 
herself and Mr. Brown, but once she understood that unscrupulous men like 
him were not uncommon, and that there was nothing wrong with her that might 
have made him go on to other girls, she began to make rapid progress in 
coming out of her depression. 

	CASE HISTORY SEVEN 

	Subject: Jeffrey P. Age: Fourteen 

	INTERVIEW ONE 

	Jeffrey had been enrolled in a rather exclusive military academy because 
his parents were divorced and his father felt that the boy would need the 
extra discipline as he was overly concerned with Jeffrey becoming a 
homosexual because his father would not be there to raise him. 

	Since it was situated in the heart of the town in which he lived, Jeffrey 
was a commuting student, and so still spent a great deal of time at home. It 
was because of the conflict of the two worlds in which he was living that he 
ultimately required psychological guidance. 

	My mother and father have been pulling at me from two different directions 
ever since I can remember. It was bad enough when they were both at home, 
but it got even worse when they got their divorce. Now all my mother wants 
to do is keep me home with her and her boozing friends. And my father wants 
to turn me into a little general. 

	I don't want to be either one of those things. I just want to be me, but it 
looks like that might never happen. When I'm in school, I have to be just 
like everybody else there, and doing something that my father would say a 
man never would is the worst kind fo a sin. 

	When I'm home at night, I'll do just about anything that will make me 
different from all those little soldiers. My mother knows this, and I think 
she's been using it against me. Maybe not as much against me as against my 
father, because she doesn't want me to turn out just like him. 

	So I guess you can see why I was so confused that I didn't know which end 
was up for a long time. About the only thing that my time at home had going 
for it was all the attention that I got there. 

	I don't care what my old man says, it's not so bad when you have your 
mother and a bunch of women falling all over you. My mother's friends think 
I'm just the cutest thing going, and I look absolutely adorable in my 
uniform. And it isn't all that bad. 

	Maybe it does get a little mushy sometimes, but at least they think I'm 
kind of special, and I do dig all the affection they keep throwing my way. 
Especially my mother's friend, Emma. She's the only one that really got to 
me in a big way. 

	The first thing I like to do when I get home from that rotten school is get 
out of my uniform as fast as I can. At home all I wear is T-shirts and my 
favorite worn-out jeans. The ladies dig on my uniform all right, but they 
really go out of their heads when I walk around the house in those tight 
jeans of mine. 

	I know why they're getting that freaky all right. When you spend all the 
time with guys that I do, and a lot of it is in locker rooms, you know if 
your equipment is better than average. And I've seen some guys who are ready 
to graduate who don't come up to my size. Sometimes I wonder if I'll have a 
real monster by the time I'm fully grown. 

	I mean, the rest of my body is still growing, so my prick is probably going 
to grow, too. Then the ladies will really hang all over me. If they're 
anything like my mother's friend, Emma, then I should have some pretty busy 
nights for the rest of my life. 

	The reason why I'm here is that I'm not happy with the way things have been 
going. It's just that I'm tired a lot of the time, and my mother thinks that 
I'm depressed. She blames it on my old man, and he blames it on her. So the 
two of them feel so quietly that they sent me to you. But neither one of 
them really knows what's going on. 

	And I'm not going to tell them, either. This is one time that I'm just 
going to be me. If they get in the middle of it, they'll just mess 
everything up for me even worse. I'm having enough trouble trying to handle 
all this, and getting it straight on my own. 

	When you're twelve and going on thirteen, there isn't much you can do 
except beat your meat, and wonder when you'll get to be the man that 
everybody is always saying you're supposed to be. But when you're thirteen 
and going on fourteen, you've got some idea that no school is going to do it 
all for you. It takes a cunt to really make you into a man. 

	It's all they ever talk about at school, and that's all I hear when I'm 
with my father. He doesn't just want me to be a general in the field. He 
wants me to win the war in every bed that I can get into. That's his idea of 
what a man is all about. 

	Sometimes I try to tune out of it all, because I hear so much of it that it 
starts to get me sick. So what happiness then? I go home, and all those 
women are sitting around and drinking their martinis, and talking about all 
their latest lovers. They aren't any different than the guys. 

	Those broads that my mother hands around with are hopping in and out of 
beds all over the world. They think that if the guy speaks a different 
language, maybe what he does with his prick will be different too. Pretty 
soon, I start to think that sex is just the same as breathing. It's going on 
all around you, and nobody seems to be able to do without it for very long. 

	That's why I wasn't so surprised about what happened to me with Emma. And 
it wasn't all her doing either. They all thought that it was cute to come on 
strong with me, because they knew the way my old man wanted me to be. So 
they would sit around the house in those dresses that they didn't wear any 
bras with, and they would spread their legs so I could see all the way 
underneath. Only I was supposed to think it was an accident that they were 
sitting like that. 

	Emma was the one who came on the strongest, and she was doing it all the 
time, even when none of the other women, or my mother was around for her to 
put on a show for. Finally, she got to me so much, that I figured she was 
just begging for me to call her bluff. 

	At my school, learning how to come on strong with the broads was like a 
special class. Only you learned it between secret smokes in the locker room. 
Maybe I didn't pay too much attention to it all while I was hanging around 
there, but when it came time to use all that shit on Emma, it came back to 
me like I learned it all by heart. 

	There was this one night when she brought my mother home drunk from a 
cocktail party, and I helped to put her to bed. Then she asked me if I 
wanted her to do the same thing for me. First I just shrugged her off, but 
when she said that she would tuck me in nice and cozy, I told her why not. 

	So I walked right into my room, and she followed me in there like she did 
that sort of thing with a lot of guys. Playing the part of the real stud, I 
stripped down bare-ass and got into bed. You should have seen the way her 
eyes were bugging out of her head, when she saw the size of the meat that I 
was hanging. 

	I was trying to act a little cool, but my prick gave me away. Being naked 
in front of 

	Emma made it go up. She saw what was happening, but she didn't smile or 
anything. All she did was stare at my hard-on and smack her lips. A little 
bit of sweat was coming out on her face. 

	That made me feel better, because I figured I was getting to her, and I 
wanted to mess her up a little before I told her to get out of my room. I 
still figured that she was kidding with me and wouldn't let me fuck her even 
if I wanted to. 

	I knew a lot about Emma, and she had lovers all over the place. She had 
this reputation for being a nymph, but I didn't think that it included young 
boys. I just figured that she forgot to turn off her signals. And that she 
would get around to it as soon as I called her bluff. 

	And I was still waiting for her to back out of the room, when she started 
to get out of her clothes. Why she stopped at her underwear I didn't know at 
the time. I figured that she wasn't even wearing any. But this time, she 
was, and it wasn't very much. Just a tiny little bikini bra, and panties 
that were so tiny they didn't even cover all the hair on her cunt. 

	Then she got into my bed with me and told me to shove over. I had already 
started the game, so I had to go on with it, or I wasn't going to come off 
as a man. 

	"You know what's going to happen if you hang out here much more? Is that 
what you want?" 

	"I don't think you're a real man no matter what your father says. And that 
big prick of yours doesn't prove anything either." 

	"Is that so?" 

	"Yeah. And I'll prove it. I'll just lay here, and I'm telling you that you 
can do anything you want. I'm willing to bet that you don't even get past 
putting one hand on me." 

	"That's a bet, lady." 

	Then she just lay back on my bed, looking at me with this big smile on her 
face, and just daring me to try something. I never touched a woman's body 
like that before, but I didn't want her to know it. So I tried to keep my 
hands from shaking as I started to run them all up and down the sides of her 
body. 

	Like I said, the underwear wasn't anything very much, and it was almost 
like feeling her up naked. Then I figured out why she got into the bed with 
those things still on. She was doing it just to tease me. But that didn't 
stop me from feeling her up quite a lot. 

	I started from the side of her thighs, and then went up until I came to the 
side of her tits. In that tiny bra, I was feeling mostly the real stuff, and 
just a little bit of lace. She was pretty good for size, and I thought that 
she didn't feel all that saggy for a woman her age. 

	That must be what happens when you take care of your body the way those 
women do. They spend an awful lot of time at those health clubs. I guess it 
pays off after all. I liked the way her tits felt full and hard at the same 
time. 

	Once I got just a little feel of those great tits of hers, I didn't want my 
hands to go on back down again. I worked them right across her chest, and I 
felt her nipples go hard against my hands. You can't know how much I just 
wanted to put my mouth there and start sucking. 

	My prick was aching pretty bad, too. I still didn't have the guts to suck 
her the way I wanted to, but I couldn't help pressing my prick against the 
side of her body. And I kept rubbing it up and down next to her, while I 
felt in between her thighs with both of my hands. 

	I was breathing pretty hard by then and I guess I would have hopped right 
on her and started fucking right then, if she had said something to me. But 
I was still expecting her to get out of the bed, before I got the chance to 
stick my prick into her. 

	I never expected her to let me really get into her cunt. She just seemed to 
be even more of a tease than I thought she was. So I figured there was only 
one way I was going to find out how far she was going to let me go. And that 
was to put my hand on her cunt and see what happened from there. 

	That's what I did, and I could feel her slit right through the lace, and 
even all the hair that she had down there. All of a sudden, I saw her 
reaching behind her back, and she took off her bra and threw it on the 
floor. That's when I first started to think that maybe she wasn't kidding 
around after all. 

	Once I saw all of her tits out in the open like that, I put my head up 
right next to them. Then she put her hand under one of them, and actually 
put all that meat right into my mouth. So being that she fed the tit to me, 
like that, I didn't see anything wrong with sucking it. 

	It was great to feel the way her nipples stiffened up and then stuck out 
really long in my mouth. Just to tease her, I used my teeth on it a little 
bit. I thought she would get mad at me, but it turned out that she liked a 
guy to do stuff like that. 

	Then I started to feel her cunt pushing against me, so I figured she was 
looking for some action down there, too. So I put my hand inside the elastic 
of her panties, and tried to get it down far enough so I could reach her 
hole. But she had to push herself all the way up, and then slip her panties 
all the way off herself before I could do that. 

	Then I had her whole naked body to play with, and she was letting me know 
that she wanted me to really get to it. Her hands were around my neck first, 
and then I felt her cunt grinding against my belly. 

	"Are you man enough to fuck me?" 

	"Just spread your legs." 

	"Let's see if you can really do it." 

	She helped me a lot by spreading her legs very wide, and I felt her fingers 
spreading the lips of her cunt underneath my prick, as I started to work it 
into her. It slipped all the way into her, and it really freaked my head out 
to be inside a wet hole like that. 

	I never thought I would make it that far with her. And there I was really 
fucking her. I was kind of expecting her to realize what she was doing with 
a kid like me any second now, so I started pumping it into her really fast, 
just in case. After a couple more minutes, and she still wasn't pushing me 
off, I figured it was safe for at least that one fuck, and I tried to lower 
myself down a little. 

	But Emma wasn't having any of it. She wanted it hard and fast, and she 
wouldn't let me slow down, no matter how hard I tried. And then I didn't 
want to anymore, either, because Emma was twisting and grinding like crazy 
under me, and she was driving me out of my skull with that hot body of hers. 

	Just by the way, she was moving with me, she was teaching me how to move 
and grind myself. I had this idea that the cunt just lay there while you 
pumped away at her. Nothing the guys ever said gave me a clue about the way 
a girl was supposed to act. 

	They were so busy all the time bragging about what great studs they were 
and how many broads they had laid, that I never heard very much about what 
the broads did at all. So you can see why I thought that the guy was 
supposed to do all the work. 

	Emma was doing more moving than I thought a woman even could. I had to keep 
my arms around her pretty tight, and work hard to keep up with her fast 
rocking motions. Then she started to mutter things in my ear and bite at it. 

	"Faster, harder, faster." 

	"How fast can you go?" 

	"Never fast enough. Dig in deep, boy. Fuck me deep and hard the way a real 
man would." 

	INTERVIEW TWO 

	I had to keep up with her and what she wanted from me, just to prove that I 
was the man she claimed I couldn't be. And then it didn't matter when I got 
so hot that my prick was going like crazy all by itself. I felt such wild 
things happening in my body, and all at the same time, and it all began to 
feel like some weird high that pot could never give me. 

	Her body started sending out hot shivers, and she told me that she was 
coming. I tried hard to make it right along with her. It was a lot easier 
than I thought it would be because just what she told me was happening, sent 
me right off the deep end and I shot. 

	She must have been very happy with my performance, because she came right 
back at me, and played with my prick right away, and kept on going until it 
was nice and hard again. This time when I fucked her, I knew everything that 
I was doing, and I started off real slow, so I would be able to go a long 
time before we both went out of our heads again. 

	Emma liked me to do it to her that way, too. For the next couple of hours, 
I found out that Emma liked everything that had to do with sex. It turned 
out that all the gossip about her was true. She really was a nymph, and she 
never gave my prick a chance to even get limp before she was working at it 
again with her hands. 

	Finally, I had to ask for her permission to go to the bathroom, and take a 
leak. When I got back to my room, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, 
and putting on the last of her clothes. 

	"I better get out of here now." 

	"I just had to take a leak. I'm ready to get going again." 

	"Don't you think I should get out of here before the dawn comes up? Even I 
have some shame." 

	"Funny, I never thought about that." 

	"Cut the sarcasm. Just because I put out for you doesn't mean you can 
forget your manners." 

	"Sorry, Emma, but I guess I won the bet, now, didn't I?" 

	"No argument there. You were damn good. In fact, you were so good, that we 
might just have another go at it sometime." 

	"I'm available whenever you are." 

	"Your father would be proud to hear you say that. It's one of his favorite 
lines." 

	"How do you know?" 

	"I fucked him too. Maybe there is some truth to what they say about prick 
size being hereditary." 

	I have to admit that her closing line kind of took the wind out of my 
sails. But once she left and I had a chance to think about it, I guess I 
wasn't surprised at all. Nothing happened in that crowd that really 
surprised me anymore. 

	At least, when I went back to school the next day, I was holding my head up 
a lot higher. Funny how the guys can just look at you and know that you got 
laid the night before. 

	All of the guys were chasing after me and saying that I had to tell them 
who the chick was, and how many times we did it. They asked me a whole lot 
of shit like that, but I wasn't answering any one of them. 

	And that really got to them. They figured that I must have had something 
really dynamite for my refusing to tell them anything about it. No matter 
what they said all I did was smile and shrug my shoulders. I never was very 
popular around school anyway, but from that day on, I certainly got to be. 

	That one night would have been enough for me, because I changed a lot from 
just that one time. Even my parents stopped getting to me as much as they 
used to before. Emma really made me feel like a man, and no matter what they 
said to me, even stuff that used to bug me a lot, just rolled off my back. 

	I even got to liking school a lot better, and now when the guys sat around 
telling dirty jokes, I listened. Sometimes I even had a couple of my own. I 
never did tell what happened that night, but at least I was able to talk 
about fucking in general. 

	They could tell that I knew what I was talking about, and after awhile, it 
seemed to be enough for them. But then a week went by, and I heard all the 
guys talking about the big plans they were making for the weekend. 

	All of the guys were talking about where they were going to take their 
girls to be alone so they could make it. And then they asked me what my 
plans were. I wanted to say something, so that I could be in with the bunch. 
So I just told them I didn't have those problems, because my chick had a 
place of her own. 

	Man, you should have seen their faces when I told them that. My standing in 
that school must have gone up two whole notches with that one. Of course, I 
was faking it, but by the time Friday night rolled around, I had said it so 
many times that I got to believing it myself. 

	The truth is that I hadn't seen Emma all week, and whenever she called, my 
mother was home, so I didn't even get a chance to talk to her on the 
telephone. I really didn't know what was going to happen between her and me. 
About all I had to go on was her constant horniness, and that she knew I was 
in that house all the time. If she wanted some more of my young prick, as 
she called it, all she had to do was come and get it. 

	It sounded so easy when I told that to myself over and over. But it wasn't 
so easy to live with once I got home on Friday night. I knew that by the 
time I was finished dinner with my mother, they would be finishing dinner 
with their girlfriends, and talking about which motel they were going to use 
for the night. 

	Just then, I couldn't face another weekend with my mother. At least she was 
starting to go out on dates a little more than she used to. So if I wasn't 
going out, at least I didn't have to stare at her face for the whole night. 
When I saw her go up to her room, and start running a bubble bath, I knew 
that at least I was hitting it lucky in a small way for the night. 

	She wished me a goodnight, and then she left. I don't know why, but all of 
a sudden the house seemed very big and empty. I turned lights on all over 
the place, just to keep me company. Then I fixed a couple of sandwiches and 
sat down to watch the rock concert on TV. 

	I figured that was better than nothing. Because at least it was loud enough 
to drown out my thinking about what the guys were doing with their girls by 
that time. But then, this great big black broad comes on to do a number. She 
is wearing one of those very sexy outfits, and throwing it around pretty 
good, when she started dancing. 

	Maybe it was frustration more than anything, but I just had to whip my 
prick out right there in the living room, and start beating my meat while 
she was still doing her number. At least that was good enough to stop me 
from thinking for a little while, so I didn't hear the tapping on the living 
room window the first time, or the doorbell after that. 

	But then it started ringing like crazy. I was just ready to finish myself 
off, so I wasn't in any great hurry to answer the door, but then I heard a 
voice that I knew. 

	"Don't do it. Open the door first." 

	"Is that you, Emma?" 

	"Yeah. Save that for me." 

	I started to laugh my head off like a real idiot. Because she had come over 
in the nick of time, just like the cavalry. I was so happy that it was her 
at the door, that I didn't even bother to put my prick back in my pants. 
When I opened the door for her, she reached down and closed her fist over my 
prick. Then she shook it up and down a couple of times, and said, "Hi." Not 
to me. To my prick! 

	That night she taught me more stuff, like her sucking my prick, and then me 
going down on her and eating her out. She also showed me a couple of new 
positions, and we were starting to talk about me giving it to her up the 
ass, when she took a look at the clock and decided it was a good time for 
her to get out of the house. 

	Emma missed my mother by about ten minutes. But that was enough time for me 
to straighten up the living room, and get upstairs to my own room. Then, 
when I realized what had happened, I made a fist and hit it against the 
door. Because I had let her run out again, before I had a chance to get 
another definite time and place that we could meet. 

	And this time, it was my own damn fault, because I had all night to ask 
her, and I forgot. So now I was going to be stuck with another week, or 
maybe more of hanging out and wondering when she would get around to me. 

	About two days later there was a whole lot of commotion going on in the 
house when I got home. I turned out that Emma was a pretty busy lady, and 
was making it with another young guy, only he was about ten years older than 
I was. And she decided to make her divorce final, and moved the guy into the 
house with her and her daughter. 

	That really bugged me to hell, but I couldn't very well say anything in 
front of my mother, and the whole crowd. So I figured it would be better if 
I went outside and worked off a little steam in the pool. 

	I guess I didn't realize how mad I was, because I didn't watch what I was 
doing on the diving board, and I made a bad jump. They had to pull me out of 
the pool and straight to the hospital. I had a broken arm. I haven't seen 
Emma and I'm stuck with nobody and confused as hell! 

	CONCLUSION 

	The boy Jeffrey was so happy to be feeling that he was sought after by a 
mature woman, that he failed to realize there was a good possibility of 
being used and abused. 

	An intimate relationship with Emma was, at best, unrealistic. Jeffrey 
failed to see this point because he was so anxious to see himself as a 
worldly lover. Therapy did help him to be a bit more realistic, and for a 
time he was depressed by what he learned to see. 

	But his new understanding helped him to start looking for relationships 
with girls a little closer to his own age. 

	CASE HISTORY EIGHT 

	Subject: Monica P. Age: Thirteen 

	INTERVIEW ONE 

	Monica had to be forcibly separated from her life-long friend and school 
roommate after they had become embroiled in a battle. The floor supervisor 
made it a practice not to interfere in fights such as theirs, unless it 
began to look dangerous. 

	And so, when Monica broke a water glass, and went after Maryanne's throat 
with a jagged piece of it, she decided that it would be best for her to 
intervene. After speaking to both girls separately, she advised Monica's 
parents that the girl might well do with some therapy. 

	I guess you could say that Maryanne and I have been friends ever since 
before we were born. Our mothers were both best friends, and they met at the 
same school that we're going to now. 

	Our mothers did just about everything together, all through school, and 
when they graduated, they got engaged and married at just about the same 
time. Don't ask me how they managed to get pregnant together, but Maryanne 
and I were born only a few weeks apart. 

	So I guess you could say that we're more like sisters than anything else. 
Only now I wish I had never known her. And if I couldn't do that, then I 
wish they had let me slit her throat the way I wanted to. 

	When this whole mess started, though, we were still best friends. Then one 
night she was playing with herself in her bed, and she asked me if I wanted 
to come in here and play with her. So I did, just like I usually do, and we 
played around with each other like we usually do. 

	Only this time, Maryanne had a new secret to tell me. She said that it was 
time we started fooling around with boys because a lot of the other girls in 
our grade were doing it, and they said it was a lot of fun. 

	But I didn't really much like that idea, because I knew that I would have 
to share her with a boy. I don't think I'm dykey like some of the girls are. 
I just didn't want to share Maryanne with anyone. At least not right away. I 
just thought we had plenty of time for that when we were a little older. 

	I told her how I felt about it, but she kept right on talking. And when 
Maryanne has her finger in my cunt, it's very hard to say no to her about 
anything. So I wound up saying yes, and she told me how she worked out a 
deal where she and I were going into town with a few of the other girls who 
were old enough to be our chaperones. 

	She said that they were in on he deal, and they even arranged a date for 
us. It was supposed to be a perfect set up. Maryanne told me that she didn't 
even know who the boy was, but Vanessa set it up for us, and she was 
eighteen, so she was supposed to know what she was doing. 

	So we went into town with them, and they dropped us off in front of this 
apartment house. They gave us the apartment number. They were supposed to be 
back to pick us up there at eleven o'clock, so we would be back in plenty of 
time for late curfew. 

	I couldn't understand why they were being so nice to us, but Maryanne said 
that we were helping them out by giving them an excuse for being in that 
part of town at night. 

	On the way up in the elevator, I was wondering what the boy did with his 
parents for the night, and which one of us would wind up with the friend. We 
weren't told anything about either boy. 

	So I ring the doorbell, and this man comes to the door. He wasn't a very 
old man, but he certainly wasn't a boy that was young enough to be going out 
with either one of us. We asked him where the boys were, and he told us that 
he was it. 

	He wasn't any boy, and there weren't even two of them. Just him. His name 
was Barry, and he said that he was twenty-one, but I thought that he was 
maybe twenty-five. 

	Then he came right out and said that he made it with Vanessa, and she was 
all right, but he liked fresh meat. He said that he had a big thing for 
virgins, and he had to go pretty young, like we were before he could find 
any. Then he told us that he was sure we would all have a very good time. 

	But I had to be the one to tell him that Maryanne and I weren't exactly 
virgins. I mean, we never went to bed with boys before. But we did a lot of 
stuff with each other, and sometimes there was blood. So we were pretty sure 
that we didn't have much cherry left. 

	Barry said that was okay, because at least we were never with any othei 
guys before, and maybe we had saved him some trouble in breaking our 
cherries. I was pretty nervous, but Maryanne was very happy with the whole 
thing because we wouldn't have to choose partners. 

	And then he gave us some beer to drink, and I started to feel better, 
because I was going to be in the same bed with the two of them, and it 
wasn't going to be like letting her go off with some guy. 

	He was a very good-looking guy, and we dug the idea of making it with him 
instead of a boy, because all of the other girls made it with little boys, 
and making it with Barry would make us special when we got back to tell them 
all about it. 

	All the time we were sitting around and talking, he kept watching the two 
of us. It was like he wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure how it 
would go over. Finally, Maryanne and I both picked up on it, and we said he 
could say whatever he wanted. 

	"You two make it together, don't you?" 

	"Yes." 

	"Did Vanessa tell you?" 

	"Oh, it's okay. From what she says, most of you girls at the school fool 
around with each other. I don't think it's so bad. But I never had two 
together at the same time, and I admit I'm kind of curious." 

	"About what?" 

	"Well, what kinds of things two girls can do together." 

	"Lots of stuff." 

	"I know it sounds like a pretty simple question to you, but take it from a 
guy. I'm curious." 

	"You want us to tell you about some' of the things?" 

	"I've got a better idea than that. Why don't you two get undressed and then 
you can show me." 

	Maryanne didn't want to bother with that stuff. She said she came all the 
way into town to be fucked, and that was what she wanted. If she wanted to 
make it with me, then we could have stayed back at the school. 

	Then Barry asked me if I wanted to, and I said yes. But I didn't tell him 
why. I was happy for the chance to show him how much fun Maryanne and I 
could have together, and maybe we didn't need him after all. 

	So now I was the one to talk her into something, and I said we should do 
what he wanted us to, and then he would maybe get down to fucking her like 
she wanted him to. When I started to get out of my clothes, she figured that 
I was getting hot for prick like she was, and she started getting undressed 
too. 

	Barry didn't even get out of all his clothes, but he unzipped his pants and 
pulled them down a little. 

	Out pops this big thing, and I, that never saw one before, could tell that 
it was pretty hard. We were both pretty curious about his prick, and we 
wanted to touch it, but he said we would have to wait until we put on a 
little show for him, and then we could play with it all we wanted to. 

	That did it for Maryanne. She grabbed me right down on the floor, and we 
started to make out pretty hot and heavy. It was just like always for me, 
except that there was a guy watching us. I thought that maybe he would make 
me a little nervous, but he didn't. He really made the whole thing very 
exciting. 

	So we started kissing and playing with each other, but he said that what we 
were doing wasn't good enough to get his prick for later. We had to do some 
stuff that was a lot more exciting if we wanted his hard-on. 

	Maryanne whispers in my ear and I shake my head yes. Because what she said 
to me was the thing that I love the most to do with her. We started moving 
around on the floor, and pretty soon, we're doing sixty-nine. 

	Barry's voice started to sound very excited, and his hand was going like 
crazy all along his prick. After that, I stopped watching him for a little 
while, because I had my eyes closed, and I was very busy eating inside 
Maryanne's hole. But he let us know what he was doing, because he was 
moaning and groaning like crazy. 

	I came once like that, and so did Maryanne, but Barry was still playing 
with himself and he wanted us to do some more. So we started fingering each 
other again, but we did it this time with our bodies turned toward him so he 
could see the inside of our cunts and just the way we were doing it. Neither 
of us minded that very much. 

	Because the way we were now, we could see what he was doing, too. And he 
was doing himself a lot. But he would stop every few minutes, and I was 
curious about that. So he told me that if he didn't keep stopping like that, 
he would shoot his load. And he didn't want to do that because he was saving 
if for one of us. 

	"How about now?" 

	"It's okay with me." 

	"Only remember, that you promised to take us on at the same time." 

	"I will, but you'll have to toss a coin for who gets my prick and who gets 
my mouth." 

	He was making it sound like a real fun game, so we let him fish a coin out 
of his pocket, and then we picked heads and tails. I won, but I saw how 
disappointed Maryanne was, so I let her have his prick. 

	She and I didn't know how he was supposed to work it out. But he did. He 
lay down on his back, and then he told me to come and sit on his face. As 
soon as I was settled down, Maryanne was to hop on his prick and start 
fucking herself with it. 

	It was to be a lot of fun, but I didn't mind getting his mouth. Getting 
eaten was something I had lots of times before, and I knew for sure I was 
going to like it. 

	I wasn't sure if I was going to like getting fucked, but since Maryanne had 
been carrying on so much all week about getting it, I was glad that she 
finally was. Then maybe she would shut up about it, and we could go back to 
being the way we were before. 

	INTERVIEW TWO 

	She jumped on his prick, and settled right down on it like she was the 
happiest girl in the world. I heard her grunt a little bit, and I guessed 
she had to be hurting some. You'd think that would have stopped her from 
trying to get any more of his prick into her, but it didn't. 

	Maryanne just kept on grunting and pushing herself a little more down each 
time. And then I heard her ass slap down on top of his thighs, and I knew 
that she had gotten it all into herself. 

	I asked her if everything was okay, and maybe she wanted to change 
positions, but she said that she was very happy with the end that I had 
given her. Barry had to work a little bit, first with his tongue, and then 
with his prick. 

	But pretty soon he got it all together, and he was working his tongue into 
me and his prick into her at the same time. Once it stopped hurting, 
Maryanne was pretty happy with the way things were going. She was laughing 
all the time, and she kept yelling up front about how great it was from back 
there. 

	She was jumping up and down on his prick like crazy, and then she stopped 
talking so much and started grunting a lot more. Barry and I both knew what 
was happening to her. And even if I wasn't the one that was making her feel 
like that, I wanted to share it with her. So I asked Barry to move his 
tongue a little faster, and I started wiggling my cunt around it. 

	I kept looking over my shoulder to see how Maryanne was doing, and I could 
see that she was pretty far ahead of me. So I started moving my cunt around 
faster. Barry was pretty far gone himself, and pretty soon we were all 
moving like crazy. 

	We all came, one after the other down in a row, but Maryanne was the 
noisiest one. I guess that was because she could feel his prick going crazy 
inside of her, while she was coming. 

	She looked so happy when she got off him that I decided I might like to 
give it a try after all. Barry said that he needed a couple of minutes to 
recharge his batteries and it was okay with him whatever way we worked it 
out. 

	I grabbed Maryanne on the side, and I told her that she was right about 
everything she said the other night. Then I thanked her for coming up with 
the idea, and I told her that he was pretty good with his tongue. I was sure 
she wouldn't mind giving it a try. 

	Her face got all red and angry. Then she started to yell at me. Stuff like 
I had my chance, and I didn't want to take it. So where did I get off 
wanting his prick now. 

	Maryanne wasn't fooling me. I knew her very well. She was saying that she 
really dug Barry's prick, and she didn't want to give it up. Not even for 
me. I saw a new kind of look on her face, that I never saw before, and it 
scared me. 

	But I told myself that it was just because a prick was something new to 
her, and maybe when the session was over, and we were back at school, she 
would settle down again, and everything would be the way it was before with 
us. 

	But I really wanted to try his prick for myself. I started to think about 
how I was always the one that gave in to her. And then I wanted this to be 
the one time that I was going to get my way. 

	So I started to yell and scream right back at her. But then Barry stepped 
in and said that there was plenty of him to go around for both of us, and 
there was nothing for us to fight about. 

	That's how I wound up with getting the one try at his prick. Barry was the 
one that finally settled the argument for us. He said that I was entitled to 
a turn, and just because Maryanne was so mean to me, she had to sit in a 
chair and play with herself while I got to go a round with Barry all by 
myself. 

	I know that Maryanne had a good time the way she did it with Barry. But I 
had an even better time, because I had him all to myself. And she had to sit 
in her chair and watching Barry sucking on my tits, while he fucked me like 
crazy, made her madder than ever. 

	Before it was even halfway over, I could see why she had such a fight with 
me to hang onto his prick. It did feel pretty good to be fucked. I was 
starting to think that it was even better than making it with her. And when 
I really started to go crazy from what he was doing to me, I looked over to 
where she was sitting because I wanted to say something nasty to her. 

	But then I saw how sad she looked, while she was watching me have a good 
time, and all she had was her own finger to keep her busy for a little 
while. I started to love her all over again. I promised myself that as soon 
as Barry and I were finished with our great fuck I would go right over to 
her and make her happy again. 

	She wasn't taking it all that bad, though. I could tell that she was 
getting something out of watching us. Because the next time I looked at her, 
she was fingering herself a lot faster. Her eyes were all bright and 
glittery. 

	I guess it must have been a really great kick for her to watch Barry 
fucking me. Maryanne and I look pretty much alike too, and lots of times 
people take us for real sisters, so maybe it was like she was sitting there, 
and watching herself get fucked. 

	She did have this very freaky look on her face, and she was fingering 
herself real fast. We all shot another load. And then Maryanne pushed him 
right off me, and then she lay down with him again. 

	I started hitting her because I was mad at her, and I was very hurt. And I 
was mad at Barry. 

	That's when I broke the glass and went after her throat. She was still 
laughing when I got to cutting her, and then they dragged me away. I 
wouldn't tell anybody why I wanted to cut her, so I guess they thought I was 
crazy. What do you think, please. 

	CONCLUSION 

	Monica certainly had a lot of problems that she was trying to face up to 
all at the same time. But she was definitely not crazy. At a time when girls 
are still very much children, and would like to continue living in 
Disneyland if they could for a little while longer, Monica was forced to 
face growing up, bi-sexuality and a treacherous best friend, all at the same 
time. 

	She exhibited the fact that she was beginning to see Maryanne for the 
selfish girl that she really was. But what she still had to be shown was 
that both girls were not really lesbians at all, but were clinging to each 
other, just as they still clung to other bits of their childhood. 


GENERAL CONCLUSION 

	It would seem that private schools teach children a great deal more than 
what is written in the books. In some instances, the very things wealthy 
parents seek to shelter their children from is just waiting for them when 
they enter private schools. 

	And we can also see that there is no class distinction when it comes to 
emotional problems and sexual experimentation. The children of wealthy 
parents get into just as much trouble as the children of the poor. There 
would even seem to be a greater incidence of homosexuality and promiscuity 
in general to be found under private school conditions. 

	But in every case, there was one central theme that was prominent with 
every child. They all displayed an intense need for more affection than they 
were getting from their own families. And they all showed resentment for not 
having any adult understanding, even if this resentment appeared to be only 
a faint one in some instances. 

	All of them improved with therapy, but only the ones that had more 
significant parental guidance showed very significant improvement. It could 
very well be that, that they were all looking for in the first place, but 
didn't know it themselves. 


THE END
