Cherry Tarts-Opened Virgins
by Unknown 


INTRODUCTION 

The book you hold in your hands contains a series of case studies involving 
the first-time sexual encounters experienced by young girls. It is brutal, 
frank discussion regarding the loss of innocence in the lives of these 
women, which is often quite harrowing. 

Take for instance these cases: 

Ann R.: "Johnny rammed his cock straight up my pussy, ripping and tearing my 
hymen to shreads. He slammed his thick meat into my twat, sending the blood 
and the come flowing out of it!" 

Jane R: "My father's dick burst into my tight little twat, filling it up 
completely. My vaginal walls were being stretched terribly, and my head spun 
as Daddy crammed his prick into the deep cavern of my cunt!" 

Janet L: "While one of the assailants shoved his cock down my throat, the 
other brought his heavy rod all the way up my aching pussy. Then, to my 
horror, I felt a third prick entering my incredibly tight asshole!" 

Karen G: "Kris had the largest cock of any man I've known, as he sent it 
digging inside of my lovely pussy. He nibbled on my nipples as I arched my 
back, taking in every inch of his loving manhood!" 


CASE HISTORY ONE 

SUBJECT: Ann R. AGE: Fifteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Miss Ann R. came to me on a Tuesday. She seemed to me to be a most friendly 
and attractive young girl, though she did seem to be a bit tense with me and 
my routine at first. I offered her a seat on the large, leather couch in the 
privacy of my air-conditioned office. She took it, but remained sitting as 
she slowly began to give me the facts of her young life. Only later on in 
the course of this interview, was she able to feel relaxed enough around me 
to lie back and make herself comfortable on my couch. 

She was a very pretty girl of medium height and had short, full blonde hair. 
Her shirt complimented her small yet pleasing breasts as it clung to her 
young chest, and her voice was sweet and soft. 

Her attitude remained calm as she reported her childhood and family life to 
me, but as she spoke of her boyfriend's handling of her, she became quite 
understandably jittery. I let her have a bit of time to become relaxed, then 
I sat quietly as she began her story. 

Well, Doctor, I suppose it all started when I was about six. You see, I've 
always considered myself a good girl. I was a scout, and also a bit of a 
tomboy, and I never got involved with the wrong group of people or did 
anything bad in my whole life. I was always trying my best in school, and 
wanted my folks to be very proud of me. 

My folks always wanted me to become a nun, or so I thought, because my 
father had always taken us to church every Sunday morning, and the minister 
had gotten into a weekly screaming session about the way and manner of the 
devil, and about looking out for temptation and all that. I never really 
believed all that shit, I mean stuff, he yelled at us, since he acted so 
crazy whenever he spoke in front of the assembly in the church. 

For instance, he always used to spit at the people when he spoke, waving his 
arms and spreading his armpit odor all over the room. It always smelled like 
a dog had been crushed and died in his armpits, and I would almost hold, my 
little nose when we had sat up close to him. 

Once he got to ranting and raving so much, that he let out a fart that could 
have been heard in the Seven-Eleven down the street. Half of the people in 
the church had burst out laughing, and the other half had turned their 
heads. We finally had to leave early because the smell had spread all over 
the little room, which was very hot and dry, and it made it smell like we 
were sitting in the middle of a pile of dog doo. My father .got to laughing 
so badly, that they were gonna ask us to go, anyhow. 

I remember one time when this preacher, whose name was Mr. Jantry, swore 
that the world was going to explode due to God's fury, at seven o'clock that 
evening. I remember Daddy said that he wanted to watch the T.V. at 
six-thirty r since he really enjoyed Gomer Pyle, and wanted to see it one 
last time before the world blew up. 

School I always hated, though, because it. was always run by assholes who 
didn't know how to relate to us young kids. By the way, Doctor, do you mind 
if I expel an occasional curseword now and them. Good, I didn't think that 
you would really care. 

Well, the principal's name was Mr. Bates, and during the summer term, when 
there wouldn't be that many kids around and the atmosphere was more relaxed 
between the faculty and students, they would call him Master Bates, though 
at the time of course, I didn't know what it meant. 

Anyhow, Mr. Bates would walk behind us kids in the hallways, making sure 
that we weren't doing or saying anything about him behind his back. He used 
to scare me so much, and I developed a sort of paranoia about school 
environments, or at least those were the words my Daddy used when I'd come 
home shaking at night. It's still very bad for me today, now that I'm 
half-way through high-school. My heart still jumps when I hear my name on 
the loudspeakers at school. 

Well, once the teacher in my English class had to leave the room to answer 
the phone, though some boys had said that they could smell her wet tampon, 
and that she had to go and change it. One silly kid even ran up to her desk 
and licked the seat, saying how tasty a woman's blood could be. Can you 
imagine someone so very gross? Anyhow, all the kids started cutting up as 
soon as she had left. The boys were pinching the girls' bottoms and throwing 
things, and the girls were writing obscenities on the board, and drawing big 
penises spitting juice. I almost laughed, but I was very afraid of what 
would happen when Mrs. Cloth got back. 

One of the kids yelled at me, since I was closest to the door, to watch and 
tell everyone when she'd be coming back. So when I slowly went to the door 
and peered out, she was walking down the hallway! I yelled loudly, and 
everyone scrambled back into their seats. 

When she came back in the classroom, she was outraged. She erased the board 
quickly, and yelled at the boys she thought had started it all, the 
troublemakers and so forth. 

And then she turned and yelled at me, and my little heart almost excreted 
shit. I was terrified, and she gave me a detention slip, something I'd never 
gotten before, and so did most of the boys in the room. We all had to stay 
over an hour after school and stare at Mrs. Cloth's ugly face, which finally 
made me start to cry. She sent one boy out with her dirty little cup for 
some water, which he happily gave to her when he returned. He then sat down 
and whispered that he had dipped his dick in it, and we all laughed until 
she told us to shut up, threatening us all with more detentions, as she sat 
and gulped her penisy water. 

When it was all over, I was sent to the principal's office for a lecture. By 
now I was crying, and before he could say a word, I told the principal 
everything that had happened, though I didn't name names. He finally 
believed me, when he saw how sad I was, and told me to go home. He even 
wrote me a note to give to my folks, explaining why I was late getting home 
that afternoon. 

Then on the way out of his office, I saw Johnny. He was so cute, with thick 
black hair, that I fell in love with him immediately. He looked at me and 
smiled, right before they threw him into Mr. Bates' office. I watched his 
back as the door closed behind him. 

He was always kinda rough, and got into a lot of trouble all the time. After 
that day, I'd sit in my class (we had History together) and stare at him, 
daydreaming. He finally noticed, and asked me to meet him in the school 
cafeteria to lunch that afternoon. 

He was really very friendly I thought, as we sat there and talked, me trying 
hard to overcome my shyness while he naturally had no problem at all. He 
patted my warm little hand when we were through, and I thought I was going 
to faint! What a dream he was! 

I went home and told my folks, who immediately got very upset though, I 
finally realized, not at me. My mother told me never to let a boy touch my 
boobies or touch me 

"down there," which I thought at first meant Florida. But when she pointed 
to my crotch, I knew what she meant. 

Finally, Johnny asked me out one evening. He had borrowed his dad's car (I 
was sure he was too young, but I didn't say anything as we drove away from 
my house, since he seemed to drive alright), and said we were going to see a 
couple of movies, which I'd always liked doing. You see, my daddy never took 
us to anything but Walt Disney movies, since he said all the other shows 
were "too fucking dirty" for his one and only little girl. So I was thrilled 
at going out to the real movies (or so I thought) with my first date! 

But my illusions were simply that, as Johnny drove into a real scudzy 
drive-in theatre. The marquee read, "Now! Red Hot Sisters and Madame Ovary! 
I was a bit scared, of course, since I didn't understand those titles, but 
Johnny reassured me that they were "educational flicks." The only way we got 
past the seedy little box office, I figured, was because I had shrunk down 
in my seat, feeling embarrassed. I mean, I wasn't completely innocent of the 
fact of sex then, but I still didn't know enough about it to stop me from 
being scared. 

We found a space and parked. I thought the little speakers were cute, though 
the tinny noise it produced started to give me a headache. Johnny said that 
they even had some drive-ins with huge air conditioner hoses, but I didn't 
care, knowing that past that night, I'd never go into another one for the 
rest of my life. That's what I thought then, anyway, because I could see 
people kissing and guys with muscles and tattoos walking up for 
refreshments. I even saw cars, with the windows rolled up, which were full 
of smoke. They were rocking back and forth, and when I finally realized what 
they were doing inside, I almost peed in my panties! I was shocked and 
grossed out! 

The film on the screen was advertising delicious, mouth-watering pizza, but 
it showed something that looked like a frisbee full of dog shit that was run 
over by a semi. It turned my stomach, along with the watery drinks that were 
being sold by old guys with crossed eyes. 

But finally the movie started, and not five minutes into it, as if it were 
all part of the show, Johnny grabbed me and started to kiss my dry mouth 
violently. He held me close, and I tried to pull away, but he was much 
stronger than I was, of course, and I could smell the scent of his cologne 
drifting up my nose, as he held me as close to his body as he could. 

He crammed his mouth against mine, after having licked his lips and even 
running his wet and sloppy tongue all over my own lips. I remember thinking 
how all of it might 've been fun, if only he wasn't being such a brute about 
it. But still he sat there, licking my Tips and pressing his warm ones 
against my mouth. 

I tried to tell him to stop, that he was hurting me, but when I opened my 
mouth he quickly stuck his tongue inside of it! Johnny's tongue was wet and 
hot by now, and he was holding me so tightly that I couldn't hardly move at 
all. He probed around the inside of my mouth with his tongue, licking my 
inner skin and running it along my teeth and gums. He was making the entire 
inside of my mouth wet with his spit, and it was grossing me out so much 
that I thought I was going to vomit on his tongue. I remember thinking that, 
if I had, it would've served him right. Remember-or maybe I haven t told 
you-I hadn't done much more than hold a boy's hand, and that was only my 
relative! The shock of Johnny's hard advances was making me scared, and I 
wanted to cry out for help. 

He then pinned my arms behind my back with only one of his. I put up a real 
fight, but somehow he managed to grip both my wrists and pull them behind my 
back with only one of his arms. The pain shot through my shoulder, as I 
wanted to scream out now more than ever! 

Then, with his other hand, he puckered up my mouth, and pressed his lips 
harder against mine. He ran his dripping tongue over my own, as our saliva 
mixed together inside of my mouth. Little bits of his spit ran out of the 
corners of my mouth, as he pressed his warm body next to mine. He kissed and 
licked my lips, wetting my mouth all over, as he held my hands firmly behind 
my back. 

"Isn't this a lot of fun, Annie?" he asked me, as he continued to eat out my 
mouth with a slippery tongue. 

I tried to tell him no, but I wasn't able to do much talking, what with the 
pain in my shoulder and my mouth being covered. But I shook my head to let 
him know that I wasn't enjoying this, and it only seemed to make him go at 
me more violently, as I struggled in vain in his grip. 

He then let go of my mouth and reached down to undo his belt buckle. My 
little heart pounded in my chest, as he wrapped his belt around my wrists 
very tightly. I wasn't able to move my arms, as he let go of them and left 
them pulled back and secured by the belt. 

"Lemme see your titties, Annie!" he said in a deep, scarey voice. I started 
to shift from side to side and scream, which made him stuff a rag deep into 
my mouth, having pulled one from out of the back seat. I stared in horror as 
I couldn't scream and could barely breathe. 

He grabbed on to my pretty shirt and ripped it open. The buttons flew all 
over the seat and I wondered how I was going to hide a torn shirt from my 
folks when I got home that night. You see, I thought that if I told my 
parents what happened, they'd hit me and not allow me any more dates with 
boys for a long time, and I didn't want that to happen to me. 

Johnny sat there and stared at my little boobs. As you can see Doctor, my 
breasts are small, but they really are quite round and well-developed. My 
nipples were also growing a little bigger then, but I wasn't wearing a bra 
that night because my folks had decided not to get me one, hoping that they 
could prevent my growing up a little while longer. 

"Nice tits, Ann!" Johhny told me, as his breathing increased and he reached 
out to hold them in his hands. I moved my chest as far back as I could, but 
in the front seat I naturally couldn't move too far. I got pinned to the car 
door (no, I wasn't able to open it) and all I could do was sit "there, tied 
and gagged, and let Johnny fondle my boobs. He looked at them as if he were 
a crazy man, as if he had been dreaming about them for years. 

He reached out and took both of my small but firm breasts in his hands. He 
kneaded them and squeezed them so much that I thought they were going to 
pop. He pressed the sides of my boobs together, so that my little nipples 
pointed out at him like two big eyes. He opened his mouth wickedly and 
licked his lips, while eyeing my nipples with great lust. 

"I have always wanted to bite your little nipples, honey," he said, as he 
leaned forward and took both of them into his mouth at the same time. He 
clamped down hard on the ends of my tits, and he pulled on them with his 
closed mouth, until I started to scream quietly through his gag in my mouth. 

Johnny bit my nipples hard, making them stiff and raw between his teeth. He 
shut his lips around as much of my fleshy chest as he could, as he rolled 
the balls of my nipples around between his hard teeth. I started to cry from 
the overall pain of my hands, arms and nipples being hurt, but it all just 
made him more of a madman, as he sucked on my tits and ran his wet tongue 
over and over my nipples, making them bloom in his mouth. I hated him so 
much then for not making this the beautiful moment that I'd always dreamed 
it would be. 

He then tore every bit of my shirt from my chest, exposing my tummy and tits 
to him in all their virginal, untouched beauty. He ran his tongue into my 
belly-button, over my stomach and onto my breasts, circling them wetly until 
he arrived at my nipples once again. He kissed them and sucked them and bit 
down hard on them, as if he were a dog. But to call him that at this point 
would only have been too good for him, the tough creep! 

He then pulled off his shirt, and his chest glittered with sweat. It was the 
first close-up boy's chest I had ever seen, and I thought, in spite of the 
situation, that Johnny had a marvelous chest. There were a few muscles on 
his body, and even some cute little hairs. It rose up and down from the 
apparent excitement of his licking my body. 

"I wanna feel your tits against mine, Annie!" he said as he reached behind 
me and once again pulled me up against his chest. My little tits pressed 
softly against his chest, as a strange smile, but really, an evil one, came 
across his face. He hugged my breasts next to his, as he went for my mouth 
again, kissing it and licking my soft lips. The feel of my nipples against 
his, and the passion of his kisses (though I certainly wasn't helping him), 
made his body grow warm all over. He held me and covered my now wet mouth 
with his own, as he shifted his butt around on the seat. I realized then 
that he was getting hard in his penis, and he was lookin for something to 
rub it up against. I was more scared than ever now, of course, but I tried 
to remain calm, because I thought if I'd shown him any fear, it only 
would've made him more sadistic towards me. 

Then Johnny pulled away from me and said, "I wanna show you my prick, Annie, 
so that you can see how one looks close up!" My heart started to pound 
again, as he reached down and unzipped his fly. He looked at me and grinned 
wildly, like Jack Nicholson in "The Shining." 

He undid his fly and slowly pulled his jeans off of his lower body. My eyes 
bulged as I saw that he had very hairy legs, and that they were very meaty. 
I had never been this close to a penis before, and it was really freaking me 
out! He then sat there in his stained underwear. 

"Here it is, baby!" he exclaimed. "And it's all just for you!" Johnny then 
pulled off his underwear, as his stiff penis flipped up in his lap. It 
grossed me out a bit, because it looked like a little monster to me. It was 
long and thick, and was very hairy. My eyes couldn't help but stare at it, 
as it bobbed up and down on his crotch. 

Johnny then sat up slightly, so that his hard penis was just under my nose, 
and he put his hands on himself and started playing with his penis, right in 
front of me! The older girls at school had told me that guys did this, but 
it was very different to actually see it happen close up! 

He gripped his balls in one of his hands and pulled his scrotum down between 
his thighs. I thought he was going to rip his bag off of his crotch, he had 
pulled it down so far. This made his penis stick straight up into the air, 
pointing at the roof of the car (which was a station wagon, by the way). His 
hairy little creature stood up tall and proud in his lap. Well, that's the 
way it looked anyhow. He gripped and rolled his balls around in both of his 
hands. I remember thinking that it surely must hurt him to do that, but he 
only looked at me sickly, with a stupid smile on his face, like he was 
completely deranged, which I thought he was. He palmed his body rocks and 
held them lovingly, which only made his cock stand up harder in front of my 
face. 

He then gripped his long dick with one hand, while holding onto his bag with 
the other, and slowly moved this hand up and down his dick, holding it right 
under my nose. He was beating off in front of my face, and I couldn't 
believe it! It repulsed and fascinated me both at the same time, you know 
what I mean? It was freaky, almost like a nightmare to me. 

He just sat there, whipping his dick, and looked at me saying, "I love you, 
Annie! Oh, I love to jerk off in front of your face!" He moved his hand 
faster, making his cock as tall and stiff as he could get it. He almost 
looked pathetic to me at that moment, and I almost, but not quite, due to my 
pain, felt sorry for him. He just seemed frighteningly sick to me. 

He then sat his hot crotch back down on the car seat and took the gag out of 
my mouth. Since he'd rolled up the windows, and the other cars around us 
were playing their little games, he seemed to think that I knew it wouldn't 
help me all that much to scream. 

"Now I'm gonna feed you my scrumptious, mouth-watering hot dog!" Johnny 
said, as he moved his crotch back up to my face. I could ... I could feel 
the heat of his prick glow against my face, and as I gathered what he wanted 
from me, I ... I just couldn't ... I'm sorry Doc, but I just can't go on! 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Ann had run out of my office that day, her face turning red. I was a bit 
surprised that, after hearing her use such adult language, she had reached a 
point in her tale where she simply couldn't go on. 

This action had signified one of two things to me: That she had reached a 
very dark and painful part in her life, or that she simply wasn't as much 
the grown-up girl that she thought she was. 

After pleading to both Ann and her parents for her to return, she finally 
showed up again in my office six days later, much to the delight of my mind 
and my bank account. 

Where was I Doc? Yes, don't worry, I'm quite calm now. Oh yes, now I 
remember! Johnny had moved his thick prick up to meet my mouth. 

I was scared shitless as he pulled my head down on the tip of his stiff, 
steamy penis. It slipped very easily through my lips, him having pumped it 
up to the point of full erectness. He filled my mouth with his dick, as I 
struggled to free my head. But he gripped my hair with both hands, and 
crammed my face onto his cock, and held it there while pumping it into my 
mouth. 

His cock was hard and hairy, and I could taste its strange odor on my tongue 
as soon as he had shoved it into my mouth. The thought of Johnny's cock, the 
thing that he passed his urine through, entering my lovely mouth made me 
disgusted. I tried to spit it out, but that only caused his dick to slip 
further into my mouth, and made my saliva flow down the long and rough shaft 
of his prick. Again, in trying to help myself, I had made things worse for 
me. I finally accepted the fact that he was going to get anything from me 
that he wanted that night, because I was much too weak to hold him back. 

Johnny moved his hips up and down in the air just above the seat of the car. 
This movement made his penis rub in and out of my mouth. Not knowing how to 
avoid it, I rolled my tongue over the wet head of his penis. His pumping it 
in my mouth had caused him to come a few drops, which spread over his meat 
and finally wound up on my tongue. His sperm in my mouth really frightened 
me, and my fear had undoubtedly made him decide to dig his dick deeper into 
my now dripping mouth, as it was wet from my being forced to suck on 
Johnny's hard cock. His come tasted salty, and it smelled very thick. 

He even squeezed his balls with one hand, while holding my head down onto 
his prick, which naturally made him grow a couple more inches in my mouth. 
He fondled his nuts as he pulled his pud in and out of my lips, sending 
little come drops out on into my hot, wet mouth. 

"Suck it bitch!" he yelled. "Suck on my cock and eat my sperm! I've dreamed 
about fucking you in the mouth for a long time now!" He seemed totally gone 
to me by this point, but I had no choice but to suck his big cock deep into 
my throat, since I was afraid of what he would do if I didn't. 

Johnny then gripped his .shaft and started to masturbate, with my mouth on 
the tip of his penis! I simply stopped believing that any of this was really 
happening, and sat there and sucked his cock. 

"And now, for the best girl in town," he said, sounding like a carnival 
barker, "A big, fat prize!" He then slowly pulled my head off of his penis, 
my saliva dripping down the shaft, and turned me over the front seat and 
threw me in the back of the wagon. I was going to get fucked, and I knew it, 
and it scared me so much that I started to cry! The tears poured down my 
cheeks, which of course was enough to urge Johnny on. I had heard about 
this, and thought so much about it when I was under the covers at night, but 
now that I knew it would happen, and that there was nothing I could do about 
it, I almost fainted. 

As a matter-of-fact Doctor, I did pass out for a moment, but was revived 
when Johnny lifted me off of the bed of the wagon, which he had folded down, 
and slapped me hard on the face. It stung so badly that I cried all the 
more. He just thrashed me around, though, as he pantingly just pulled my 
pants down and looked at my pink panties, which I had wet slightly in all of 
my fear. 

"So, we're wet, are we?" he said, as he chuckled like the Wicked Witch of 
the West. "This is because I love breaking into young pussy like yours!" He 
then slipped my panties off of my legs and spread them as far as they would 
go. He laughed deeply as he mounted my pussy. 

Johnny rammed his cock right up my pussy. It was all so sudden that I didn't 
feel a thing for a minute, that all the sensation rushed back into my legs, 
flattening me to the floor of the car. 

He had ripped and torn my hymen to pieces. His dick was all red and stiff, 
and my poor little twat didn't know what hit it. It was totally caught off 
guard. He had slammed his big meat into my crotch, sending my head floating 
out into space as I became dizzy with pain. 

"How's that feel, my pretty?" he cackled, as he pumped his huge cock in and 
out of me violently. The blood and the come just rushed from out of my 
pussy, as he got on top of my reclining body and fucked me like there would 
be no tomorrow. He grunted and groaned on top of me. 

Johnny raised his body up on his elbows, and screwed me with his large rod 
vigorously. I could feel my swollen pussy lips moving in and out of my cunt, 
as he sent his dick rubbing along the corridor of my cunt. The entire car 
was now shaking, just like the others all around us. I remembered wondering 
if there were any other girls there tonight who felt as bad as I did. 

His long shaft filled my little pussy so much that I was sure it was going 
to burst. The intense pain was almost too much for me to handle, and every 
time I thought I was luckily passing out, Johnny would slap the shit out of 
me again. Now, on top of my arms and tits, my face was hurting too. It stung 
and was even cold to the touch of his mouth on my cheeks. He ran his tongue 
over my face and into my mouth, wetting everything that he could. He sucked 
and chewed on my nipples, as I lay there underneath his sweaty body. 

"And now," he said, "for the big come shot!" Johnny then pulled out of my 
destroyed pussy, and shot his wad all over me! Pig that he was, he held his 
hard cock in his hands and jerked himself clean, his hot and sticky come 
spraying all over my little boobs and smearing onto my tummy. 

He groaned as he squeezed his balls and pulled his penis, dripping his fluid 
from out of his dick and onto my abused young skin. Once he had milked his 
prick of every last drop of come, he smeared it all over my red and raw 
tits, and he even wiped some of it onto the cheeks of my face! It had a very 
thick, musky smell and was very sticky on my exposed young breasts. He 
laughed as he spread his jism all over my warm body, and I could only watch 
him do it. 

I have never seen him since that night, and he has never entered my mind 
after that evening. 

CONCLUSION 

Ann's was one of the lucky cases. I have spoken to her twice since that last 
meeting, and she has never failed to show me what an intelligent young woman 
she is. 

This could 've been a horrible experience for her, and one bad enough to 
ruin her attitude toward all men. Combined with her seemingly uncaring 
parents, she has survived this trauma excellently. She has proven herself to 
have one of the truly sensible minds it has been my experience to pick, as 
she has no visible mental scars from that evening. 

The fact that Johnny was killed in a car accident recently, which I've just 
discovered, will help her on her road to recovery. 

 CASE HISTORY TWO 

SUBJECT: Karen G. AGE: Twenty-three 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Karen was a lovely girl. She had deep brown eyes that I immediately became 
lost in as she entered my office. She sat on my couch and J wished I could 
jump on top of her. She had thick, curly blonde hair and smooth, creamy 
skin. This girl was a stunner! 

She said that she'd been refered to me by a girlfriend, and that she was 
very glad she came. She had been working as a legal secretary for five 
years, and that every other boss she'd had had chased her around the room. 
This she hated, though I could understand it happening. 

I was about to ask her if she'd consider being my private secretary, when 
she leaned back and started her story. I listened with great interest, since 
I was looking at her fine breasts and luscious, full mouth. Whoever loved 
this woman, beside myself at that moment of course, must've been a real man! 

Doctor, I guess I'll begin at home. You see, my home life is a bit of a 
problem at the moment. I have a mother who says she loves me, and I know 
that she does, but who does strange and even harmful things towards myself 
and my fiance, Kris. She opens and reads my mail, and she calls up Kris 
constantly to tell him to lay off of her daughter and find another girl. She 
even went so far as to set me up with a date, after Kris and I had been 
going together for over two years! This of course infuriated Kris to no end, 
and he almost lapsed over into a severe state of depression. 

You see Doctor, my mother is Peruvian and my father is an American. And Kris 
is an intelligent, thoughtful American boy. He is a writer, but still has a 
way to go before he hits the big time. He adores me passionately, has proved 
his love to me in all of those special little ways that only a girl knows 
about, and he brings home $160 a week. 

Naturally, my mother hates him. She despises Kris with a passion and wishes 
that one day he'd quietly die away. You see, the thick-skulled Peruvian 
mentality has taught my mother that anyone less than a rich, middle-aged 
Peruvian male is not good for me. But I know what I want, and all I want is 
Kris! He is so sweet and so smart that it seems my mother will never know 
how much of a prize catch this young man is. 

I have had my fill of guys through the years, many more in comparison than 
Kris has had, in women of course. But we both thank God every day that we've 
found each other, and we will never ever let one another go! 

Once, after Kris had had yet another argument with my mother, he got in his 
car and zoomed out of the front lawn. He is quite sensitive you see, and 
doesn't take arguments or violence very well. And when he is momentarily 
away from me, he closes up inside of himself so much that sometimes he just 
wants to die, and not have to cause trouble between my mother and myself, 
and not have to watch his loved ones and family grow old. It's a bit hard to 
explain, but Kris never wants to see an ugly sad world. I mean, none of us 
do, but he walks around and completely shuts himself out from the real world 
around himself, and almost makes himself believe that he is with me, just 
the two of us, alone with animals and children, on some fucking isolated 
planet far away from the Earth, as if he could erase all the horrible 
fucking tragedies he has already witnessed in his relatively short lifetime, 
and only be able to remember the good moments of his life. 

You see, Kris reads a lot of science fiction, by writers who seem unlimited 
in their imaginations, and I'm convinced that that is where he gets all 
these notions. I mean, I wouldn't want you to think that he was crazy or 
anything! . 

Anyway, a friend of mine told me about Kris one night. I had only seen him 
at our mutual high-school activities, all of which Kris hated. He has a BFA 
degree in cinema and he lives half of his life in movie theatres. Film, is 
says, is a state he prefers to real life. Can you imagine thinking like 
that? I adore life, everything about it, and Kris only enjoys a handful of 
things. It seems very sad, and I know that he spends his life inside of his 
mind, hiding from the sadness all around him and wondering why it's there, 
but he's always with me totally when we're together. He was to marry me soon 
and take me away to a beautiful place, though I know he means planet, where 
well never know the bad things that happen here on Earth. Isn't that sweet? 

But I'm getting spacey now, so I'll cut that science fiction talk. 

At the same time she had told me about Kris, a friend of his was telling him 
about me! Kris and I both had just come out of two very bad love 
experiences, in which we both got fucked over, so we were quite weary of 
getting involved so very soon after our bad times. But on the following 
evening, Kris called me for a date. I said yes, and could almost see him 
smile at the other end of the phone, his voice sounded so happy! 

We went out to eat at a resturant that is no longer there. It was called 
"Grandma's Receipts," and we both had chicken and dumplings. I could tell 
that Kris was checking out the loose white shirt I'd put on for him to gaze 
into, and didn't wear a bra so that my tits were white and creamy when I 
bent over. When he wasn't looking, I even wet my nipples with some water 
from my drinking glass at our dining table, then wiped it off so that my 
full, blonde nipples would be nice and hard for his eyes to eat over dinner. 
You see, I was told that Kris was a tit man, and after all I'd heard about 
him, I knew that I wanted to rope this fucking buck and never let him go! He 
also looked to me to have a big cock, and I fantasized kissing it while I 
looked into his four eyes (he wears glasses) at dinner. I almost rubbed his 
dick with my foot under the table but, not wanting to come on too strong, 
decided I should cool it before I blew everything, especially him. Get it, 
Doc? 

Dinner was very good, and we both grabbed some mints on the way out, because 
we had both done so much talking over dinner that our mouths were like open 
sewers. We left the place enchanted with each other, holding hands and 
smiling, all that lovey stuff, you know. He was so cute! And I could tell 
that he wanted to bite into my succulent breasts! 

We walked around the shopping mall where the restaurant used to be, 
squeezing each other's hand and window shopping. After a minute of hand 
holding however, Kris started to walk funny and it finally occurred to me 
that he had gotten an erection from just holding my hand! He was nineteen 
then, but he can still get hard just by looking at me from across the room! 
I can actually see his dick rising up in his pants whenever we meet 
somewhere in public. And I love that fact that I can control his dong to 
such an extent! Because his dick is not his own anymore, it's all mine now! 
All nine hard inches of it! 

Anyway, he dropped me off after a fantastic evening! He was so sweet and 
charming, and before I got out of his car, in the dark lights of my garage, 
he did something that no-one had ever done to me before. 

Simply, he asked me if he could hug me! He said that was the most erotic 
thing he could think of, so I immediately said yes! 

He hugged me so tightly in a bear squeeze, that I couldn't believe what a 
simple but cute thing it was for him to do. He smelled so nice too, as we 
sat there in the dark as held our warm bodies close together. 

He then pulled away and gazed deeply into my eyes. I could feel my pussy 
getting wet just by looking long and lovingly into his big browns, and I 
wished I could have fed him my pussy right then and there, and feel his 
tongue eating me out with wet love! 

He then planted the wettest, most sensuous kiss I've ever recieved in my 
life. Right on my lips. 

I loved it. His lips tasted very soft, strong, and warm, a really strange 
but very nice difference in a man. We rolled our tongues over one another, 
as we French kissed in the moonlight. He licked my mouth out clean, as he 
pressed his warm lips to mine. 

I could feel his cock growing up in his pants, and it looked like a little 
log there in his pocket. 

Finally, he put his hand on my boob! I'd dreamed of his touch on it all 
night long! He squeezed my flesh and gently pinched my nipple, driving me 
crazy with desire! You see, I have very sensitive nipples, and Kris loves to 
make love to them, and knowing how much it gets him off gets me off too! He 
pinched my nipples until they were red, but I didn't mind that at all. He 
could rip them off and take them home with him at night, if he wanted to. 

Kris unbuttoned my shirt and worked out my tits. He looked at them with pure 
love, not just lust, as he gently ran his fingers over them, making my 
nipples burst into full bloom. That made his rod get stiff as a board, and I 
reached down and held onto his pecker through the fabric of his pants. I 
couldn't believe what a hard cock he had! I remember wishing I could take it 
into my mouth at that very moment, though I knew it'd be worth the wait! 

He then bent his head down and pressed his wet lips onto my sweet nipples. 
What a feeling! His lips sent shivers all through my tits, into my stomach 
and finally into my cunt! I knew I was falling for this guy, as I sat there, 
just letting my come seep out of me and into my jeans (no, I wasn't wearing 
panties either). It was all just fantastic! 

He sat there warmly holding the flesh of my chest and suckling my tasty 
nipples. I loved holding him closer to my chest and even feeding him by 
breasts. I could see how much pleasure he was getting from just my 
scrumptious nipples! I could tell by the way he was eating them, that he 
really cared for me. A girl can always tell these things, you know! 

I then reached down into Kris's lap and unzipped his fly. I brought his 
penis out of his pants and was amazed all over again at the thickness and 
size of his cock. It was super sized, and I wrapped my hands around it with 
love. 

He continued to lick and kiss and suck my tits, as I pumped his huge penis 
firmly with both hands, scrunching my tits together so that he could get a 
better bite on them. He ran his tongue around the circles of my nipples, as 
I pulled his pud with a big smile for his big dick. He felt so thick and 
meaty in my hands that I just relaxed and let my come rush out of my wet 
pussy. I wanted Kris so badly at that moment! You see, though I'd fooled 
around a bit, I'd yet to go all the way with a boy, but I knew that I wanted 
to give my fresh pussy to Kris. I knew he would be this gentle with me when 
I first set eyes on him. He made my cunt so wet with passion that I pumped 
harder on his hard cock. 

He then looked at me and kissed me softly on the lips. I still couldn't get 
over what soft lips he had! They really turned me on, and his mouth just 
made me horny all over! 

He reached down and took off my pants. The thick scent of my perfumed pussy 
filled his nose, and I was very proud of that fact! He reached down and put 
his middle finger on the outside lips of my vagina, and it slipped right 
through them! It was the first time I'd ever let a boy do that to me, and my 
cunt just salivated with come as it felt Kris's finger reach inside of it 
and probe around. He was a master at making my juice flow! 

He then tickled my clitoris with two fingers, and I just started to come 
buckets. He knew how to use those fingers of his to their finest advantage, 
and I was glad to be on their receiving end! 

He rubbed my clit until my come oozed out of my sweet pussy, over his hand 
and onto his car seat. I just sat back, with my meaty breasts to the wind 
and let him play with my pussy. It felt so good, having my twat juiced for 
the first time, and having it being so pleasant, too! It didn't hurt me at 
all to feel his fingers dig up into my cunt. I wanted him to have me, in any 
way that he cared for! This, I knew, was a real man! 

I then couldn't stand the excitement, and a pressed my back to the car door 
and told him to please eat me out. A huge grin (Kris never smiles) flashed 
across his sweet face, and that made me feel warm all over again. I spread 
my legs apart and, having heard this from a girlfriend, pulled the lips of 
my pussy apart so that he could get a good strong taste of my cunt juice. I 
wanted him inside me so badly, I could taste it. Any part of him would I 
have taken into me at that exact moment of pleasure! He took off his neat 
shirt and bent down, bringing his super mouth onto the outside of my box. 

I spread my pussy lips apart in front of Kris's face, as he merrily licked 
them and ran his tongue up and down their outer opening, making me come more 
than ever. He didn't mind one bit though, as he simply drank my jizz into 
his mouth and down his throat. He looked so cute with my wetness dripping 
off of his beard. I reached down and felt the hairs on his chin, and for 
some reason it made me come all the more. All this man had to do was look at 
me and I'd come in buckets, knowing that he'd be coming too! 

He licked and rubbed my clitoris with the tip of his tongue. He sent small 
electrical impulses all through my pussy as he ran his mouth along the lips 
of my precious vagina, eating but my pussy as my cunt juice ran out from 
between my legs and mingled into his beard. I felt as though I'd never stop 
coming, as Kris licked my clit and even sucked my whole pussy into his warm 
mouth! It was a great sensation, and I knew I never wanted to give it up! 

Not being able to control myself any longer, I sunk deep down into the car 
seat and told my new beloved, "I'm gonna come, Krissy!" as the come seemed 
to burst from out of my pussy and spray all over my dear's face. He never 
stopped licking and sucking my clit though, as I just sat back and came over 
and over again, until I didn't think I could possibly come again. Kris had 
milked out the entire inside of my pussy, and most of it was all over his 
face! He smiled and licked his big chops, then gave me a big kiss on the 
lips, the lips on my face that is. I could taste my come, but it didn't 
bother me at all. I knew then that nothing this young man could do would 
ever bother me! 

"That felt so good honey," I told him, 'that I want to make you feel the 
same way!" I then gripped hard onto his incredibly stiff prick and threw my 
head onto it, with my wet mouth being wide open! I had never done that 
before, but his cock was just as I had expected it to be: Delicious! 

I cupped his balls in one hand, and moved my head up and down his long, hard 
shaft at the same time. Krissy stretched out so far that I thought his feet 
would go through the floorboards. I gave a great deal of suction on Kris's 
stony cock (the same girlfriend had told me how to do it) as it was 
obviously driving him crazy with desire! I could even taste a little bit of 
my lover's come on my tongue, and it tasted scrumptious to me even then at 
that early point in our relationship. I loved feeling his sperm seep out of 
his huge dick and slither down my throat! I could tell how much joy it was 
giving him, too! 

I bobbed my blonde head up and down on my beloved, as I had now come to 
think of him, for I could surely do this to no other man than the one that I 
loved. I squeezed his balls gently in my hand and found that my girlfriend 
was absolutely right, it did make Kris's cock stand harder in my mouth. Plus 
the warmth of my mouth made him thick as a lead pipe, and I loved it! 

"I'm gonna come, Sweetheart!" my Krissy yelled, and his calling me 
Sweetheart made me beat him off into my succulent mouth all the more! I 
wanted to taste this man's come. I wanted to lick it and eat it all up, 
because I knew that if it was his, it had to be good! 

Kris let out a low moan and raised his hips violently, causing his huge and 
wet prick to drive deeper into my closed mouth. The come shot out of my 
man's cock and splashed against the roof of my mouth, jumping all over in my 
throat and exploding down my neck. 

My baby's jism was beautiful in my mouth, and I held as much as I could 
inside until the excess (he, too, came in buckets) flowed out of my lips, 
down the hot, hard shaft of his prick and settled in a small pool on his 
balls. Knowing that he'd love to see it, I lovingly and slowly licked my 
Kris's cock free of his come, taking every drop of it into my mouth and 
swallowing it. I could tell that he loved it, and he even wiped his own come 
off of his balls and fed it to me! That was a super moment for me, as I sat 
there and obediently ate all the come that my man fed to me from the tips of 
his fingers, just like the good girl I wanted to be for him. I ate up all of 
my Kris's jism and then gave his limp, wet penis another kiss, this time 
tasting what it felt like to suck on his rarely limp dick. It was very cute, 
and I loved the way it sat on my tongue, all tiny and spent. I licked his 
sperm from the corners of my mouth, and did it right in front of him so that 
he could see me eating his come. I savored every bit of it, and didn't let a 
drop go to waste. 

I sat with Kris in the cool night air, as he turned to me, looked me deep in 
the eyes, and said, "I think I love you, my Karen. You are a beautiful 
woman!" He then gave me another kiss on the lips, after I quickly licked 
them dry, not wanting to make him sick with the taste of his own come. I had 
heard that it does that to some men. 

I hugged him close and said, "I think I love you too! A lot as a 
matter-of-fact!" Then he walked me to the door, after I put myself back 
together of course, and then he kissed me under moonlight. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Well Doctor, Kris called me almost every night after our first date. It was 
lovely speaking with him on the phone, and we made a second date, this time 
in his apartment! I almost wet my pussy as he told me he'd pick me up at 
eight the following evening. He said that he was even cooking dinner. What a 
catch this guy was, and I was lucky that I was smart enough to see it. 

We sat in his apartment, eating the best French dinner I've ever had in my 
life. His cooking was excellent, and I couldn't believe it all. He was by 
far the finest all-around man I'd ever met. 

He then held my hand and led me to his bedroom. I felt my nipples getting 
hard as he held me close and put his mouth on mine. We tongued each other 
until his penis was standing up in his pants, and I eagerly rubbed my aching 
pussy up against his dong. We gazed at each other and smiled. 

"I do love you, Karen!" he breathed in my face. He stuck out his cute but 
long tongue and licked my mouth gingerly. I started seeping juices from out 
of my cunt as my tongue touched his. 

"Oh, you know that I do, too!" I told him, as I picked up his warm hands and 
placed them on my tits, which were quite hot by then! I was wearing a satin 
shirt, and my bare nipples were trying to tear through the front of it. They 
were so hard on the ends of my tits, that I thought they were burning. I 
longed to feel Kris bite my rough nipples! 

He slowly took off my clothes and laid me down on his soft, warm bed. He 
then turned off all the lights and lit a few candles. It was all so romantic 
that I couldn't believe how sweet he was being. I remember thinking that I 
always wanted him to stay this way. 

He then slowly undressed in from of me. I ran my eyes all over his body 
lovingly, as he took off his shirt, then his pants and finally bared his 
prick to me. He grinned and blew kisses at me in the candle light. 

His cock was stiff and looked so good to me in the near-darkness, that I 
immediately started coming in small drips. He was almost fully erect, and 
his balls hung down in front of me, making my mouth water. 

We both then rec-lined on the bed, side by side and holding hands. My 
nipples were sticking up in the pools of my breasts, while Kris's penis 
bobbed up and down softly in his lap. Watching him there so vulnerable made 
me inch to get at his prick, and I was hoping he could smell my pussy 
already. 

"Simon Says, baby," he told me, as he sat up momentarily and licked my 
nipples. He slowly ran the length of his wet tongue around the circles of my 
nipples, making them shine with his spit while I oozed some more come out of 
my pussy lips. He licked my tits, then gave them a final suck, shooting 
little currents of emotion through my hefty knockers. 

"Now it's your turn," he said, then he laid down in the bed. I could see his 
chest rising and falling as his breathing increased. I could see that he 
really dug it when I licked him all over. 

"You just close your eyes, my love," I informed him, "and I'll make all of 
your masturbatory dreams come true!" I sat up, careful not to touch him yet 
with any part of my body. I had decided that I was about to drive him 
totally insane with hot, wet desire there in his bed. With his eyes shut 
tightly, his senses would be mutiplied by several times, and I was going to 
give him a build up to his coming that he would never forget! 

First I spread his arms and legs far apart, and pressed his hot body into 
the bed, so that he became completely relaxed. Then I kissed him on his 
mouth. I sat over him, making sure that I always touched him in one spot 
only, so that his senses would be directed right where I wanted them to go! 
It was gonna be the best, most violent come he'd ever have! 

I ran my tongue around the cute circle of my Kris's lips. Then I stuck it 
inside his mouth, and fished around within the wet recesses of his throat. I 
could taste his spit, and he started to squirm around quietly, his cock 
already growing to its full, huge length. But I wasn't about to let him get 
off that easy, if you know what I mean! 

I sucked his wet tongue into my mouth, and drank in his sweet saliva. It 
didn't gross me out at all, and I ate out his mouth as well as I could with 
my own, our juices mingling together on his lips. His cock was hard as a 
rock, and very red. I loved him so, and I wanted to let him know that, which 
was why I wanted to get his cock to come buckets, all over my body! 

"Oh I love you, Karen!" he panted, as I could tell that my little sensory 
sex game was doing its job. He was pumping his erect penis up and down 
against his torso, as I watched it bounce right in front of my mouth. I 
stuck my tongue out, but stopped just before I tasted the tip of Kris's 
penis. I loved to be teasing him in this very erotic way! 

I then pulled my chest up and over his mouth, as he held his eyes closed, 
obviously enjoying every second of it all! I then reached down and wiped 
some of my pussy juice onto my full nipples, then gently lowered them onto 
his lips. 

Kris licked and sucked on my hard nipples, drinking my cunt drippings as his 
cock flailed about wildly on his crotch. He bit my tit ends, as I squeezed 
my flesh and shoved them as far into his mouth as they would go. I wanted 
him to want these tits of mine for the rest of his life now, so I had to try 
my hardest to spoil him with them. 

He sucked long and hard on my knockers, which I could see was really making 
him sick with sexual longing. His poor heart was beating now at about a mile 
a minute, and his dick was cutting through the air. 

I then took my nipples gently out of his wet mouth and ran my tongue across 
his chest, stopping to suck on his nipples and bite them between my teeth. I 
made his tits red, as he moaned in a soft, low voice. I almost reached down 
to touch his cock, but I grabbed his hand and didn't let him get away with 
it. He then smiled with his eyes closed, knowing that it would be worth the 
wait in the end. 

I continued my tongue on down his tummy as I felt the curls of my hair fall 
onto his stiff cock. He bobbed it up and down in front of my face, but I 
just sat there, poised right over it, and moved my lips so that they almost, 
but never quite, touch his hard shaft. He could feel my hot breath on his 
dick and tried to pop it in my mouth, but I wanted him to beg for it by the 
time I was through. I stared at his lovely cock as it stood before my face. 

I then started to suck on my man's toes, then slowly worked my way up along 
the hairy length of his meaty legs. I loved biting and sucking on his thigh 
meat, as his prick jumped not six inches away from my teasing head. I was 
driving him crazy, and we both loved every minute of it! 

I ran my tongue along his thighs, sucking in his hairs and smelling his 
sweet cock odor right next to my nose. I licked his legs and nibbled on the 
meat, making his dick fly the closer I moved my face toward it. 

I then finally, though quickly, popped the head of his prick just into my 
lips. His cock jerked in my mouth, as if it had been charged through with 
electricity. I sucked briefly on his penis, sipping the jism that had 
immediately climbed to the top. It was, of course, a delicious desert! 

I then moved my crotch up to his head and sat on his face, popping my wet 
pussy onto his mouth. He was very surprised, but delighted obviously, as he 
shot his wet tongue into my cunt, eating out my juices and sucking the lips 
of my hairy pussy deep into his mouth. I felt like he would swallow me 
whole, as I sat on his mouth, letting Kris drink the jism out of my pussy. 
He knew how to work his mouth as he sipped my pussy dry. 

I moved my twat up and down on my baby's face, smearing my cunt all over his 
mouth. He just smiled and licked the juice off of his face, then licked me 
with love as I settled my pussy on his mouth. He stuck that hot tongue of 
his all the way up my twat, eating me out like I was his last meal before 
the firing squad. He kissed my cunt as I caressed his hair in my hands. 

Deciding that he'd finally had enough, I slipped off his wet face and 
hovered over his stiff dong with my cunt, took careful aim at his quivering 
cock, then jumped onto it as it stood to meet my meat. 

His eyes burst open with his mouth, as I saddled his body gun with passion. 
His dick slid right into me, and I was proud that my pussy was so sopping 
wet that it didn't hardly hurt me, this being my first time and all 
remember. 

"Oh, I adore you, Krissy!" I said, as I bent down for his arms to wrap 
around my back. 

He held me close, as he pumped his stiff dick up and down inside of my 
pussy. I was coming in droves, and could feel my juice dripping down onto 
the meat of his legs. 

"I love you, too, honey!" he exclaimed, as moved my cunt wetly up and down 
his dick, making it all slimy with my come juice. His hard rea shaft was 
rubbing along my clitoris, giving me a wonderful sensation that I'd never 
even dreamed about before. I was so happy that I waited for Kris's cock to 
be the first one to fill my hole. He was hugging me with warmth as he fucked 
me lovingly. We kissed passionately, as I loved the feel of his cock inside 
my waist. 

I then sat up as he put his hot hands on my even hotter tits. I squeezed my 
breasts with his hands, feeling his cock getting even harder in my pussy. I 
wanted to keep Kris as hard as I could, since we both loved the feeling. I 
held my tits so that my precious nipples were sticking straight out, which 
Kris sat up to eat immediately, of course. 

The act of feeding him my hot tits while his dick was up my cunt, was making 
me shake all over. I squirmed and bounced on his rod as he sucked and 
squeezed my tits. I felt our breathing grow stronger by the second. When 
Kris's cock exploded this time, I knew that it would be a lulu. 

Kris's dick pulled in and out of my wet hole, spreading my juice all over us 
and making his heart boom in his chest. I could tell that he was ready to 
come, which was alright by me because my pussy was starting to feel a little 
raw, it being newly broken in and all. 

"I'm gonna come, Karrie!" my man screamed, as I bounced back down on his 
chest, feeling his heart pounding against my tits. 

"Come in me, darling!" I told him, as I sat up and pumped my pussy over his 
hard shaft, making my come flow out as I kissed him hard on the mouth, our 
tongues meeting as we groaned together. 

Kris's come shot out of his dick and splashed into my pussy. It was a 
fabulous feeling that I just can't describe. His come was very hot and never 
seemed to stop flying out of his prick, as it hit the end of my vagina and 
dripped out onto my baby's balls. His come was wet and sticky, and it filled 
my cunt to capacity. I squeezed the excess onto his scrotum, then jumped off 
of him and sucked his cock dry. There was still lots of jism stuffed in 
Kris's dick, and I drank it all as I sucked his wet dick onto my tongue. I 
gulped down his juice, then licked it off of his hot balls. I sucked on my 
lips until I had eaten all of his thick and lovely come. 

We then held each other, content and very satisfied. I knew that this was 
the beginning of a lifetime for the both of us together. 

CONCLUSION 

Karen married Kris and is, to this day, ecstatically happy. They settled 
down in a large beach house on the water, with several dogs and kids, in 
that order. Karen will tell you that they are in Heaven if you should ask, 
though in Kris's mind, they are on a planet far away from here. 

 CASE HISTORY THREE 

SUBJECT: Jane R. AGE: Twenty. 

INTERVIEW ONE 

The following case of Miss Jane R. is a strange one indeed. She walked into 
my office on a hot August day, sitting up on my couch. She wore a lengthy, 
jeweled gown, and seemed to have the air of an heiress. 

She sat clutching her white gloves. I could see that she was an extremely 
nervous young woman, as she was shaking horribly. I felt very sorry for her, 
as she spun her sad tale of woe. 

She spoke very softly, so I turned up my recorder. I could tell that I was 
in for a mental work-out with this girl. 

Jane R. had short but full black hair, and a very nice, full body. Her skin 
looked quite soft, and she had an excellent complexion. 

Doctor, we started with the most humble of beginnings, and worked our way up 
the ladder of success. It just goes to show what a great amount of stress 
can lead to in today's society. 

My folks were very poor, starting with only the essentials. My father was a 
common laborer in the South, and I cannot recall us living in one place for 
more than three years at a time. We were always one short step in front of 
the bill collector. For one whole summer we even had to live on canned dog 
food. The liver and onions flavor tasted gross, though my father always told 
me to "Eat my liver," but the Beef flavor was not too bad. 

All I can remember of my childhood is the constant fighting that went on 
between my mom and dad. See, I was their only child, and I guess they were 
always in big disagreement over how to raise me best. 

But my father was by far the most strict of the two, and whenever I wanted 
something that my dad wouldn't approve of, I simply asked my mom for it, and 
I always got just what I wanted. My mom couldn't help herself, because she 
really did love Dad and she didn't ever want to see me unhappy. 

We finally settled into our first house, which had peeling walls and 
creaking wooden floorboards, but at least it was ours! Dad and Mom were very 
proud, and we walked all around the neighborhood as if we owned the street. 

Once I was over at a friend's house and we were watching her television. 
There was an ad for a new bicycle that had just come onto the market. I had 
just gotten big enough to ride one, so I asked my folks one night when they 
were both together if they would get it for me. It was a beauty, with shiny 
chrome and red, sparkled handlebars. 

My dad yelled that it was way too much, even though he was now making enough 
money to keep a solid roof over our heads. I remember how sad I felt, 
because it was the first time I'd ever asked for anything from them, always 
knowing that they could never afford it before that day. 

I sat there and listened to my mom plead with him to give in. After all, I 
was always a very good girl, and I honestly thought that I deserved 
something nice now. I mean, only two short years before that date, I'd asked 
for a doll for Christmas, and I wound up getting a kosher salami with two 
buttons stuck in the top for eyes. I was very happy with it, and slept with 
it under my pillow. When I woke the next morning though, it was gone, as my 
dad had eaten it for breakfast, the only evidence being the thick farts, 
that were lingering in the air as I sat at the kitchen table.. I could even 
see the buttons on his plate! 

Anyway, my dad refused to buy me that little girl's bike, saying that he'd 
get it for me when I was twenty-one. I told him I'd be too big for it then, 
and he said, "So what sense is there in asking for it anyway?" I could never 
win with my dad. 

But my mom took a little of his money, a bit at a time, and after six weeks 
she bought me that bicycle, which I had to keep at my girlfriend's house so 
that Dad wouldn't find out. 

Well one day I was racing with my friend on our bikes, zooming down the 
street, when a big car turned the corner and almost ran me down! I swerved 
and landed up on a concrete walkway. My ankles were cut and bleeding as I 
ran home to my folks, crying. My dad was so furious that I'd gotten the bike 
behind his back, that he smashed it on the ground in front of me, then went 
out back and wrapped the handlebars around my dog's throat! My mom and I had 
to bury the dog and the bars together. It was so sad! 

My dad then marched mom up into their room, where he must've done some thing 
very perverse to her, since she came out in hysterics and shook for the next 
three weeks whenever Dad would enter the room. 

Well, one day we all went down to Pirate's World, a place in Florida that no 
longer exists. Dad said that we'd earned "the right to be seen in the public 
eye with him again." My dad had gotten very pompous ever since he'd bought 
the house. He even farted a lot more. 

But there we were at that amusement park. I was thirteen then, and had just 
begun to get budding boobs. My nipples were getting pointy also. My dad 
wouldn't buy me a training bra, of course, saying that it cost too much. I 
heard them arguing over it one night, and Mom called him a pervert, and told 
him that she knew he watched me bathing at night, which I hadn't known. But 
I always closed the shower curtains after that. 

My dad sent Mom for some hot dog and cokes, then tried his best to get away 
from her in the crowd. He gripped on tight to my little hand as we walked 
through the place. 

He took me to the Steeple Chase, where all these horses were moved along 
electric rails on the ground. They were fake horses, of course, and Dad told 
me to get on one of them with me. He made me sit in his wet lap, as I clung 
on to the fake head of the horse. 

The ride scared the shit out of me, because it was very wobbly and seemed 
very dangerous. Dad just laughed, though, and hung on to me tightly, 
squeezing my tiny chest so that his hands covered my tits. I didn't think 
anything of it, of course, but I did wonder what was happening when he 
started to drool on my shoulders. He touched my little nipples with his 
fingertips, as he laughed and dribbled spit out of the corners of his mouth. 

"Daddy, what are you doing?" I asked him, as he hugged my titties and 
occasionally reached down to feel my little pussy. 

"I'm just making sure that nothing happens to you, Janey," he told me, and 
kept feeling up my tiny body with wet palms. He held me tight against his 
big chest, and put one hand on my chest, and the other over my crotch. I was 
getting a very strange feeling down there, and I could feel my whole body 
start to quiver. 

"This is a little game that daddies play with their little girls," he 
whispered into my ear, soaking it with his spit. He even popped his wet 
tongue into my little ear, licking it and biting on my earlobe. 

I felt something on my little ass getting hard, and I figured it was only a 
part of the horse that I'd missed seeing before. It was Daddy getting an 
erection, of course, though I had no idea at the time. He rubbed his crotch 
up against my little butt, as he made strange noises in my ear. I was 
praying that the stupid ride would stop already. 

Dad hurried so that Mom couldn't find us among all the hot people, and he 
led me to a water ride in which you sit on rubber mattress down on the 
stream of water, then fiberglass. 

"Wanna cool off?" he asked me, and I was sure I could smell him farting. He 
was grinning like a madman, and he walked me up to the ticket counter and 
paid for our admission. 

"O.K., Daddy," I told him. Since I'd never been told about sex, and was much 
too shy to speak of it in school, I had no idea about the strange way he was 
acting with me that day. 

We climbed up a long and winding flight of stairs, finally reaching the top. 
We put our matress down on the stream of water, then Daddy sat down with me 
on his lap again. This time I could feel something very hard in his lap, and 
he held me onto his prick harder than ever. 

"Wheeee!" he sang, as we rode down on the column of water. He gripped onto 
my chest again so hard that I could barely breathe. He rubbed his stiff dick 
into the crack of my ass very quickly. I laughed very quietly because I 
thought that he was playing, just like he had told me. 

But then he wouldn't let me go as he rubbed my body against his dick, 
getting it hard as he could in his bathing trucks, which he'd changed into 
before we climbed the stairs. My butt was jerking off his cock as it rubbed 
against his fat stomach. He was laughing that bizarre laugh again, too. 

He took me on that ride several times, until I was drenched and quite 
exhausted. Every time I could feel his penis getting harder and harder. He 
even gripped my head and legs and rubbed my whole ass against his crotch as 
we zoomed down that water tunnel. His breathing was getting so strong, that 
I could feel his chest rising and falling on my back. 

On the last time down, my father wrapped his arms around my waist and 
squeezed my buttocks against his cock as he let out a low, deep yell that 
really scared the hell out of me. He came in his pants, holding his oozing 
dick against my ass as his sperm rinsed away in the flowing water. He came 
for about half a minute, though I didn't realize what had happened until 
later on, of course. 

"There," he said when we were finished, 'that wasn't so bad now, was it 
Janey dear?" He patted my head just like I was a dog. 

"No Daddy," I said. "But why did you yell back there?" I asked him, looking 
into his strange eyes. 

"Oh, because I got scared," he answered, which was good enough for me. We 
then walked on until we found my mother in the crowd. Daddy walked up to her 
with an angry look in his eye. 

"Where the hell were you?" he asked of her. "We've been looking high and 
low!" Mom looked at me, seeing my dazed expression, then turned back to 
scrutinize my father's face. He only answered her confused look with a long, 
blank stare. We all turned to go home at that point. 

Things were fairly normal at home after that, though. At least for a while 
they were, anyhow. 

About a week later, Daddy came into my room one night to tuck me in, which I 
though was strange, since he hadn't done it in five years. He leaned into my 
face, and I could smell a lot of alcohol on his breath. 

"Mommy's asleep dear," he whispered in my ear, "and I've come in to tell you 
goodnight." He then reached down into his pajama bottoms and gripped his 
penis. His breathing increased as he pulled down my covers. 

"My my, but arent you getting to be a big girl!" he sighed, as he ran his 
eyes along my growing, and just developing, body. "I bet you've gotten big 
all over!"he breathed, as he reached up and undid the buttons on my 
nightshirt. 

He pumped his pud smoothly as he crouched there, whispering to me in the 
darkness of my locked room. I was a little scared, because he'd never acted 
like this before, but he kept his voice calm so as not to frighten me too 
much. He smiled at me as he moved his hand up and down his prick.. 

"This is another game Daddy only plays with his little girl," he said, as he 
pulled his penis in his pants. He felt my shirt slowly with his hand as he 
jerked off with fury. 

He opened my shirt slowly, revealing two very small but definitely growing 
breasts. He gazed at them lovingly, and ran his palm over them as he beat 
his meat, his eyes getting wider all the time. 

"Look at that!" he said. "My little girls growing up!" He squeezed my tits 
and pinched my nipples between his fingers, making them hard. I was 
surprised myself, as I looked down at my chest and discovered that there was 
something actually growing there. I watched the way my nipples hardened when 
Daddy played with my sweet, young titties. 

"Isn't that nice?" he asked me, and smiled. I smiled back at him, since it 
was the first thing he'd done that didn't scare me. Maybe Daddy really only 
wants to play, I thought, as his hand moved faster now. He bent down and 
kissed my mouth, running his wet tongue along my lips. He had never kissed 
me that way before, and it caused me to breathe harder, sending my tiny tits 
further up into the air as my chest rose and failed. 

"Oh, I love you, Janey," Daddy panted. "I love to kiss my baby's lips!" And 
kiss them he did. He knelt there on the floor and sucked my lips into his 
wet mouth, running his tongue over them while staring at my budding young 
breasts, which were right in front of his face. His breath smelled very 
rancid, but I just tried to cherish his affections as much as I could. He 
hardly gave me any, you see, over the years of my childhood. 

"Let me see how they taste!" he said, as he leaned forward and kissed my 
little breasts. Daddy rolled his long tongue over the rocks of my nipples, 
as he squeezed the flesh of my breasts. I could feel his hot breath on my 
chest as he sucked on my nipples, making them all wet and biting gently on 
my boobs. Finally, I was sensing that something was wrong. 

Daddy wasn't supposed to do that to me, I thought. I also felt that funny 
feeling again in my stomach, and this time my pussy was starting to shake. I 
felt drops of fluid seeping out of me, and I thought that I was peeing in my 
pants. I found that the more Daddy caressed my tits and chewed on my 
nipples, the wetter I was getting down there. And so the more the whole 
experience tended to scare me, as I let my father suck my nipples with his 
hot tongue. 

He let out that long moan again, and again it scared me. He clamped his eyes 
shut and held onto his dick, doubling over as he came all in his pants. He 
bit one of my nipples so hard when he was coming, that I felt as though my 
chest had been cut into. I squealed, which only seemed to make him come some 
more. He pumped every last drop of sperm from his cock, as he drooled cold 
spit onto my precious little tits. I had almost cried from the hurt in my 
nipple. 

Daddy then brought up a wet, white-stained hand, and patted my face. It was 
cold and wet where he patted me, and I figured he must've peed like I did, 
only it had hurt him much harder that it did me. 

"That's my baby girl!" he sighed quietly, as he removed his wet palm from my 
cheek. His come dripped down my face, but he only looked at it and smiled. 
He wiped the rest onto his pajamas. 

"Now you go to sleep," he whispered, "and never tell Mommy what we just did 
together, because that's just our little secret!" He then stood up and gave 
me a big, wet kiss on the mouth. He let his wet tongue flop into my mouth as 
he pressed his lips to mine. 

After he'd shut the door, I wiped his sperm off onto my pillow. The smell 
was so heavy, that I had to turn my pillow over to go to sleep. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Janey came into my office three weeks later. She was crying by the time she 
had left me the first time, but I promised her that if she returned, she'd 
feel much better after only one session. She finally agreed that she wanted 
to tell the rest of her traumatic tale. 

However, since she told me that she couldn't bear to come back for more than 
one session, I raised the price of her second interview considerably. 

Well Doctor, one week after that night, and after I'd been talking to 
several of my friends at school, Daddy had gotten more and more offensive. 
The girls all told me what my father had done, and I couldn't believe it was 
all true. My father never gave me any love before, but he was never 
perverted with me either. by this time, we'd gotten a ton of money from 
Daddy's new construction company he had formed with some old working buddies 
of his. We now had anything that we could possibly want, but my Daddy had 
also completely flipped out by then. It's like my Daddy used to tell me when 
he was still sane, "I feel more like I do now, than I did before!" And now I 
can see that he was right! 

The next evening, after I'd gone to bed, I tossed and turned, not being able 
to fall asleep no matter what I did. I decided to drink a glass of milk, 
which one person told me was a natural tranquilizer. 

On my way back to bed, I heard some loud, strange noises coming from Mom and 
Dad's room. The door had been left open a crack, so I tip-toed over to it in 
my little jammies, and peered through the crack' and into their, bedroom. 
What I saw in there was enough to make a fish fart! 

Daddy was standing at the side of the bed, decked out in a gentleman's 
tuxedo, with his erect penis sticking out of his zipper! Mom meanwhile was 
sprawled out on her back, completely naked, and she was sticking her tongue 
out and licking his penis! She had her legs spread wide open, and Daddy was 
rubbing a long black cane along the mouth of her cunt. The cane was shiny 
with her juice as Daddy said, "Lick it, my lovely! Lick my erect penis and 
balls, you lowly scum!" He was speaking in a different accent, like an 
English gentleman. 

Man didn't seem to mind his sex games, but she didn't seem to be enjoying 
them a whole lot, either. At least she was letting herself come, I thought, 
remembering what my friends had told me. 

I was so stunned all I could do was sit on the floor and watch. I was still 
a bit scared, because all of this was so new to me. 

Mother sucked on Daddy's scrotum, making the shaft of his penis stand up 
into the air over her face. I was amazed at how large a man's penis was. If 
they really put that thing between a woman's legs, I thought, it sure much 
hurt a lot. I didn't want to see it, so I turned to go. 

As I did however, one of the floorboards creaked. I suppose no matter how 
much money you make, you can never buy a good floorboard. It made a loud 
popping noise, which made me swing my head around to see if the folks had 
noticed. I gulped in air as I was staring right into my father's face. 

"Get in here, young lady!" he told me sternly. "I'll teach you to spy on 
your Mommy and Daddy!" He slammed the cane onto the floor hard, which made 
both Mom and me jump. He'd certainly never done that before, otherwise I'd 
have heard it long ago, I thought. 

I became very scared, and my mother yelled, "No! Not the child! She doesn't 
know anything about sex! You can't possibly want to involve her with us!" My 
poor mom was almost hysterical. 

My dad quickly crossed over to her and whacked her on the butt with his 
cane! Mom screamed as all of a sudden we both realized that Dad had kinda 
gone crazy. Fucking my tight little cunt had now become an obsession with 
him, and he wasn't about to let this chance go by. 

He pointed to me with the stick, and I quietly walked over to the bed where 
he had pointed for me to go. I was praying that he wouldn't hit me. I was so 
scared I was almost crying! 

"Get in bed with your mother!" he ordered, and I did. Mom raised her voice 
to him, but he raised his cane. Mom whispered to me that Daddy was suffering 
from nerves, and that he was having a breakdown. But once this was over, 
she'd see to it that he was given medical help. She told me all this as 
Daddy had walked to the other side of the room, removing all of his clothes. 

"Take that off, young lady," he said to me, indicating my jammies. I slipped 
out of them, and now the three of us were completely naked. We should be one 
big, happy family, I thought. 

I turned my head as Daddy walked toward us with his long dick sticking out. 
I looked at Mom, who now looked frightened at what was about to happen. 
"Just forget it all later!" she whispered, as Daddy smashed his cane on the 
ground again. He stood in front of us with a huge erection. 

"Well, my two bed ladies," he said, "here together at last!" I felt sorry 
for my pop, because I knew it wasn't him saying those things. The actual man 
wasn't much better of course, but at least he wasn't crazy. I supposed that 
after working so hard to be somebody, Daddy had flipped out when he got his 
own business. Some folks, I knew, just couldn't handle success. 

He dropped his cane and said, "I want you to eat Mommy!" as he waved me over 
to my mother, who had closed her eyes. "I'm sorry," she told me. "I'm so 
sorry that you have to do this!" We both knew though, that if I didn't do 
it, we'd both get a hard beating. So, under the threat of violence, I 
scooted over to eat out my mother in bed. 

"Lick her!" Daddy yelled at me, as I slowly looked at my mother's open 
pussy. Her twat lips were swollen and wet, and I thought of how much bigger 
they were than mine. I couldn't imagine that one day, my cunt might look 
like hers, because mine was so small and all. 

"Do it!" he yelled, and he pushed my face into her pussy. My mother's juices 
stuck to my face, as I pulled my nose out from her vaginal lips. Her smell 
was so thick that I had to cough. 

"Daddy loves you," Mom told me, reassuringly. "And he doesn't know what he's 
doing. We must forgive him for it." She then closed her eyes again and said, 
"And you know that I love you, too." She spread her pussy apart with her 
fingers, and I gathered my courage and kissed her cunt. 

My mother's pussy was soaking wet, as my sweet, young tongue touched the 
outside lips of her cunt. She was so wet that her come stuck to my mouth, as 
I ran my tongue up and down the lengthy lips of her womanhood. I just kept 
telling myself that it was all a horrible dream. 

"Get into it, woman!" Dad yelled at my mother, who then faked some 
passionate breathing. This made my dad smile, as he gripped his dick and 
whipped in in front of us. I couldn't believe how bizarre this scene was for 
me! 

I then sucked the wet lips of my mother's twat deep into my mouth. Her 
juices slipped over my tongue as they tasted like watered-down battery acid 
to me. But I found that if I kept my saliva down, I could suck Mom's pussy 
without feeling like I was about to throw up. 

She spread her twat further apart as I stuck my tongue deep inside the wet 
cavern of her cunt. She was incredibly wet in there, and her juices were 
flowing down my soft chin and onto the bedsheets. Mom was oozing out a lot 
of jism from her pussy, and I just licked it and sucked on it so that I 
wouldn't be beaten. And Mom was doing her part for the same reason. 

Meanwhile, Daddy was whipping his dick with relish. It was bobbing up and 
down in his firm hand, as he watched my soft, pink tongue dart in and out of 
my mother's cunt. He squeezed his balls and made his rod harder, and he 
laughed in our direction as he forced me to eat my mother's pussy. This 
would never be seen on "Father Knows Best," I thought, that's for sure! 

I found my mom's clitoris with the tip of my wet tongue, and I proceeded to 
stimulate it and tickle it wildly. I could see Daddy watching me from the 
corner of my eye, and I didn't want him to hurt my mother anymore. So I 
tried to eat her out the best way that I could. How hard could it be? I 
remember thinking, it's right there in front of it. Do it like you'd want it 
done to you. I was very careful not to bite or hurt my mother any more than 
she had been hurt already. 

Mom's pussy oozed out lots of fluid as I ran my tongue up and down her clit. 
It just felt like another pair of lips to me, which was the only way I 
thought I could get through all of this. Mom's juices were running out of 
her twat now, and making my whole face slick with their wetness. Her smell 
got more heavier as she let the come pour out from between her legs. 

Mom's breathing became very heavy, as I realized that I was actually getting 
my mother off! I loved my mother, and I felt so sad that Daddy had hit her, 
that I tried to look on this as one way I could make the situation easier 
for her, both of us being under Daddy's evil influence. 

Mom arched her back, as her come dripped out of her twat and made large 
pools of sticky, musky fluid. It made her thighs shine and put large wet 
spots on the mattress of their bed. Mother sighed as she felt my pink, 
virginal tongue darting about inside of her pussy. 

Just then Daddy stopped pulling his penis and said, "Both of you, up here!" 
He wanted us to sit up in bed, and we obeyed. He could be the man with the 
big stick at any moment, and I don't mean his dick! Mom and I both sat up at 
that moment, right before Daddy's horizontal cock. It pointed out from his 
hairy balls like an arrow on a traffic sign. 

"Come on and suck your Daddy's cock! Both of you!" he said as I looked at my 
mother, who gave me a warm hug. It wasn't nearly so bad for me now, knowing 
that my sweet mom was in it all with me. We both embraced, then moved our 
hot heads up to Daddy's dick. He gripped it with one hand, and held his 
balls with the other, as he barked out his incestuous orders. 

"Suck my cock, both of you!" he screamed. "First one, and then the other! Go 
back and forth!" He was spitting on our heads-as he loomed there above us, 
his huge dick in both of his hands. 

He made a move towards my head, but I didn't want to get a hurt neck out of 
all of this, so I plunged forward, keeping my eyes closed and my sweet 
mouth, which was still wet from my mother's pussy, wide open. 

My father's cock entered my mouth very easily, being aided by the wetness of 
my mother's come. Daddy moved his hairy ass back and forth, thrusting his 
prick in and out of the wet darkness of my mouth. His cock was very big and 
thick, and I could feel the hairs on his dick getting stuck between my 
teeth. He didn't seem to mind it though, as he stood there and let his only 
child suck on his prick. He smiled stupidly as I ate his penis. 

He then pulled it out of my mouth and quickly shifted his hips, focusing his 
long tool right in front of my mother's open mouth. She must've done this a 
lot over the years, I remembered, so I decided to watch her suck on my 
father's cock so that I wouldn't get him angry by doing it wrong. 

My daddy's prick ran in and out of my mom's mouth, as a little bit of her 
saliva dripped out of her lips and onto the bed in long, tiny strings. She 
sucked on pop's penis with both eyes closed tight, a secure seal formed by 
her lips on the hot and hairy shaft of his cock. He banged her mouth wildly, 
as he reached down and pulled on one of her nipples. He pinched it, which 
made my mother emit a deep moan, muffled by his cock being in her mouth. 
Daddy squeezed Mom's tits, as she sat up in bed and sucked his long, hard 
cock deep into her mouth. This must really be very erotic, I thought, 
between two normal loving people. It was too bad that there was only one of 
them present at the time! 

Daddy then reached over and gripped my chin. I opened my mouth, thinking 
that he was going to feed me his wet, hard cock again. Instead, he moved my 
head down under his balls, and lowered his hips so that his hot nuts J 
entered my open, wet mouth. I took my father's balls into my little mouth 
and sucked on them. Slowly at first, getting used to their taste, then 
faster, as I didn't want to piss Daddy off. I even though that together, Mom 
and I could 've ripped his dick to shreads, but I got the idea that she did 
not want this for him either. 

So there we were in the same bed, my mother sucking deeply on my father's 
cock, while I rolled his balls around in my mouth, sucking on them and 
trying to swallow his scrotum whole. I knew that the harder I sucked on 
Daddy's bag, the bigger and harder his prick would become in my mom's mouth, 
who had always been the one I wanted to please, after the rough treatment 
she'd gotten from dad. 

Daddy then reached down and fondled both of our tits, mine in his left hand 
and my mother's in his right. He stood there smiling, squeezing our breasts 
as I gulped down his balls in my mouth, and mom's pulled on his pud with the 
firm suction of her mouth. At least he wasn't yelling anymore, and with his 
hands full he couldn't hit us anymore, either. 

I looked down on Mom from that difficult angle, and I saw that her legs were 
almost completely soaked due to the come flowing out of her legs. I then 
glanced down at my own, and my eyes widened as I craned my neck to see that 
I, too, had been coming all down my legs! Suddenly I felt the stickiness of 
my own jism flowing straight down the entire length of my legs, just like a 
cool mountain stream. My come was pouring out from my sweet, young pussy and 
running down my creamy, white thighs. Trying hard to block the situation out 
of my mind, I thought that I had suddenly felt like a woman! My cunt juices 
were flowing freely, and it all made my legs slippery and smooth. Sucking on 
my daddy's cock and balls must have made my come in little rivers, and the 
come on my legs seemed to sizzle in the heat of the evening air, blowing 
through the open window. 

Daddy then said, "Lie down, both of you!" We both rec-lined on the wet 
sheets, our come sticking to our backs in the heat. It felt good to relax 
after being twisted like a pretzel, and I could see that Mom was sinking 
into the sheets, also. 

Daddy then stood before us, spread our legs apart wide, and said, "Now for 
the main act!" and swooped down and shoved his penis way up my mother's 
pussy. My little eyes bugged out, because that to me looked gross! And 
painful, too. But Mom just lay back and enjoyed it. They both smiled as they 
fucked each other madly and with wet passion. 

Dad crammed his prick deep inside of Mom's cunt. He shoved it in and out of 
her cunt, making her wet pussy lips go in and out of her hole. I watched it 
all in wild fascination. I never pictured it like this! Dad's hot balls, wet 
from my saliva, were slapping against Mom's hairy pussy lips, and making a 
loud, wet kissing noise. It was almost funny as I heard as well as saw my 
father fucking my mother straight up her cunt. Her come was splattering out 
from around the thick plug of his prick, and was flying in thick drops onto 
the bed underneath their legs. They looked like they loved to be fucking 
each other. 

But then my dad turned to me and said, "Now it's your turn!" He pulled his 
wet prick out of my mother's cunt, and crawled over to where I was on the 
bed. I started to shake with fear. 

"No, don't!" Mom said to him, and he hauled off and slapped the shit out of 
her face. She immediately brought her hand to her cheek, as she backed away 
from my father in horror. 

"don't cry, Mom!" I told her. "I'll be alright!" I couldn't bear to see my 
mother, helpless and sobbing, so I turned my head and tried to brace myself 
for what scared the hell out of me. My little heart was pounding in my 
little chest, my tits bobbing up and down with the pounding. 

Daddy jumped onto me, and tore through my clean, tight young pussy with such 
force that I wished I were dead. He crammed his thick, stiff cock between my 
legs, ripping open my perfect hymen, assuring it never to be the same. 

The blood from my pussy mixed with the come, from out of Mom's cunt, on 
Daddy's stiff cock. Tears filled my eyes as I cried very, very softly. My 
pussy felt extreme pain, though I was naturally afraid to cry out. 

Daddy's dick burst into my tight little twat, opening it up like a needle in 
an arm. He pumped his huge member in and out of my incredibly small cunt, 
filling up my inner walls to the point of collapse! I thrashed and jerked 
around in the bed, as my blood poured Out and stained the sheets forever. 
Through my swimming and foggy mind, I thought that Daddy should be made to 
see those blood-soaked sheets every day and night. Then again, I realized, 
it wasn't he who was busting up my hymen, mentally it was someone else. 

"Boy, does bloodying up virgins bring back memories!" Daddy raved, as his 
thrust his dick deeper into my twat, stuffing it up totally. His entire cock 
in my cunt felt like a wild animal in a cage, trying desperately to get out. 
It hurt my poor, used pussy so much, that I just kept wishing I could pass 
out, even though the pain would undoubtably just wake me up again! 

Finally, Daddy came! He let out a throaty yell and pulled his swollen cock 
out of my swollen cunt. Holy shit, but did it feel good to relieve the 
pressure in my pussy! My cunt felt like it had been destroyed for life, so 
battered and bruised was it! 

Daddy pulled his large pud standing over us. He shook it violently, spraying 
his salty come drops all over Mom and me. Daddy came rivers onto our faces 
and bodies, his prick shooting out sperm through the air and finally onto 
our tits. He then smeared his sperm all over our breasts and legs, and then 
crammed his fingers into our mouths. Daddy's come tasted very salty and 
heavy, and he bathed us in his sperm as if he were finger-painting. He 
whipped his dick until every drop had fallen onto our hot, wet bodies, then 
he finally fell exhausted onto the bed. 

Mother suddenly jumped up and off of the mattress, grabbed the cane and 
clubbed the fuck out of Daddy, as his eyes rolled up in his head and he went 
unconscious. Apparently it was the highly pitched scream that had finally 
left the depths of my throat that had brought my mother out of her frenzy. 

What a fucking sight we all must have been! Me, sitting up in bed and 
screaming, my father knocked out and dreaming and my mother standing over 
him, with a long, bloody stick in her hands, while the bed was stained with 
huge spots of sweat, come and blood. CONCLUSION 

Well, well! It was all I could do to keep my cock covered underneath my 
bullshit writing pad, on which I'm usually drawing penises entering vaginas, 
or big tits, stuff like that. Her descriptions were so vivid that I could 
almost smell her blood in my office. 

Jane R. told me that they hauled her father away that day, and threw him 
into a padded cell. She said that her mother explained all of his actions as 
follows: 

Jane's father had been a hard working stiff, with no sense of humor, his 
entire life. He had been dressing up and speaking as an English aristocrat 
ever since Jane's mother had known him. It had also been the only way that 
the poor asshole could get it up. 

Now, when Jane's father finally acquired the wealthy status position he'd 
always pretended that he had while in the bedroom (wow, I feel like that 
actor at the end of Psycho," explaining the crime!), his two personalities 
clashed, and, to put it clinically, he had become very fucked up. 
Apparently, success was far too much for him to accept. He is now residing 
in a home for the criminally insane, where it is reported that he farts out 
percussion notes during the communal singalongs. 

However, precisely where and when he developed his incestuous urges, the 
world may never know. 

Miss Jane R., severely traumatized for life by the shock and subsequent 
shame brought on by her father's rape, has since become an alcoholic, pops 
Valium like they were red hots and suffers from what I like to refer to as 
The Shakes. I feel very sorry for this young woman whose mind is gone, 
because I have to call her daily to remind her to pay her bill. Only by 
accepting large amounts of money from this woman can I know that I've done 
my best for her. 

 CASE HISTORY FOUR 

SUBJECT: Beth L. AGE: Twenty-five 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Beth L. was a lovely girl. She had long blonde hair, and a very appealing 
smile. She reminded me of one of those filthy Hippie-types from the middle 
sixties.. You know, one of those assholes that were saying "War is bad!" and 
shit like that. It was my hope that they'd all been killed off in their 
dorms during all those campus riots, but appearently not. But you know the 
honorable code of the psychiatric types: We don't give a shit about the 
condition of the patients, just as long as they pay their bills. 

Well Doctor, I grew up in Denver, Colorado. It was absolutely beautiful 
country, and I was very happy as a little girl. We had a big house on Colfax 
Avenue, the main street of the city. I had just about everything I could ask 
for before I had to ask for it, so I was not a spoiled child. I had little 
yellow curls and a very cute smile at all times. 

My father was a gunsmith, and he bought his own shop shortly before I was 
born. He was always careful with his weapons though, and never kept them 
lying around the house for me to get into. Incidentally, I think that guns 
suck. I've seen what they can do to a person, intentionally or accidentally, 
and it's very horrible. Daddy alway wondered why I didn't follow in his 
gunpowder-stained footprints. I couldn't bear to tell him my real reasons 
though, because he sure did love him guns. My mother later told me that they 
were a penis substitute for him. 

My daddy was a good man, though later on in his marriage with my mother he 
had strayed a bit with his erections, if you get my drift. But then again, 
my mother had let herself go towards the end. 

Daddy had a typical gun and macho attitude, and he would be very demanding 
on my mother as to how to get him off in bed. I had found this out on my own 
at a very early age. 

I was drifting off to sleep one night, when I thought I heard a noise from 
my parents' bedroom, which was just across the hall. I was a scared little 
girl, so I crawled along the floor and cracked open my bedroom door a bit. I 
could look across the hall and see Mom and Dad performing bedroom antics, if 
you get my drift. My little eyes popped open, along with my mouth, as I 
watched them going at it. 

Daddy had handcuffed Mommy to the bedposts and was holding a gun at her 
head. He stood over her (she was naked) and made her suck his cock, which he 
had dipped down into Mommy's mouth. I found out years later that the gun was 
never really loaded, but that he liked to use it on her in bed. 

Well, Mommy put up with this for as long as she could, then told my dad that 
she didn't want to do it anymore. They had a furious argument, and Daddy 
stormed out of the house. He didn't come back home until the following 
afternoon, and Mommy knew that he had gotten laid someplace else that night. 
She cried very much that evening, and I sat with her and held her hand. She 
tried from then on to do whatever my dad wanted her to do, but that didn't 
last long. That was only the beginning of their breaking up. 

As time went on, Daddy asked more and more of her in the bedroom. It really 
wasn't sick stuff, it was all just a result of his bullshit macho attitude, 
and it quickly became apparent that my mother couldn't come with him 
anymore. She would try and try, but her cunt would just dry up, and she knew 
that she was falling out of love with him. His penis had come between them, 
if you get my drift. 

They finally divorced when I was fourteen, and my mother got custody of me. 
We moved to Wyoming, which was even more beautiful than Colorado. I loved it 
there, and acquired many new friends. 

One of them was named Bob, and he was a very handsome boy that I'd met in 
junior high school. I made him notice me, and he would ask me over to his 
house to do our homework together after school. Mommy always made sure that 
his mother was at home all day, so that I was never alone with Bob. She 
called up his house half the time and checked up on us. We'd always be 
sitting up in his room, reading and holding hands under his desk. He was 
very sweet to me, and I developed an incredibly strong crush on him then. 

After about two months of our studying together though, his mother was 
called out of the house and had to pick up Bob's dad, who's car had broken 
down. He worked at a mill about an hour away, round trip. When she had left, 
Bob smiled at me and gave me a secret wink. I became warm all over, and 
hoped that my mother would not call his house that day. 

"You know that I love you," Bob told me, "don't you, Beth?" He was so cute, 
especially because he was a little bit shy. I could see his face getting red 
as he spoke. 

"Yes," I told him. "And I love you, too, Bob." Now it was my turn to hang my 
head and blush. I started to get a funny feeling in my tummy, the same 
feeling I'd gotten when I thought about him under my covers at night. 

'I want to kiss you, Beth," he said in little more than a whisper. I looked 
back down at his desk for a long time, until he finally worked up the nerve 
to reach out and hold my chin, lift my head and say, "Close your eyes." 

I shut them tightly, not really knowing what to expect. I did know the facts 
of life, but he was the only boy I'd even let hold my hand. I really loved 
Bob in my adolescent way. 

He leaned forward slowly and pressed his lips against mine. His lips were 
very soft and dry, and I couldn't taste them at all. We puckered up and 
exchanged fish kisses, and only when our lips became wet did I taste what 
his mouth was like. It was very sweet, and me made my little tummy warm when 
we kissed. 

He took his mouth from mine and gave me a warm, little smile. I felt 
perfectly at ease with him, and I had dreamed of what it would be like to 
kiss him also. I was loving him more every minute that went by. 

He was very quiet when he said, "I have dreams, Beth, about doing this with 
you late at night. I dream about hugging you and kissing you, and it makes 
me very warm all over." He then stood and held out his hand to me. I grabbed 
it and stood beside him in his room. 

He stepped up close to me and said, "Just like this," as he held me close to 
his warm little body and gave me a big kiss on my wet lips. I could tell 
that he had been practicing his kissing somewhere, because he held me just 
like in those old movies I would watch with Mommy, and wrapped his arms 
around by shoulders. We kissed away, and Bob startled me by putting his 
tongue in my mouth and swishing it all around. I didn't know what to do, so 
finally the thought occurred to me to meet his tongue with my own, and 
together we pressed and rolled our wet and warm tongues together, mixing our 
saliva in each other's mouth. The thought of licking a boys tongue would 
surely have made me sick, but as I was actually doing it I felt nothing but 
pleasure. Deep, intense pleasure, as the feeling in my stomach became more 
intense. It spread a wide circle of warmth all through me, and I hugged Bob 
tighter with my own arms. I almost crammed my mouth in his, as we licked 
each other's mouth all over, until the spit was running down both of our 
chins. It was so romantic for me that I smiled as I gave Bob my wet kisses. 

"I feel real funny," he said, as we looked deep into each other's eyes. I 
was even a bit embarrassed as he gazed at me deeply. 

"So do I," I said. We stood there and looked at each other awkwardly, until 
finally Bob opened his mouth to speak. But then his face reddened, and he 
only hung his head down. I could smell his hair, and it was very clean and 
soft. I could tell it had just been washed. 

I looked at him as I said, "What did you want to say to me?" Bob only shook 
his head quietly. "You know that you can tell me anything," I said, as he 
looked me straight in the eye again. 

"I have other dreams, you know," he said, as I got a bit nervous. But I felt 
very secure with him, standing there holding onto his body tightly. "I am 
under the covers see," he continued, "and I dream about what you would look 
like ... with your shirt off." He looked at me for a reaction, but 
surprisingly enough, I didn't get mad or red in the face, or anything. "I 
hope you don't mind, Beth, because I really do love you, and this way I get 
to lay in bed with you at night." 

I put my head on his shoulder, as my heart started to beat a little faster. 
I felt nice and warm with him, but I didn't know what to say". He hadn't 
offended me, so I softly said in his ear, "I don't mind you dreaming about 
me, Bobby. I even think it's kinda sweet." 

He stared at me and said, "You really don't mind? Gee, I love you a lot, 
Beth!" and he gave me a big bear hug, which I thought was adorable. I hugged 
and squeezed him back, just as hard as I could. "If I promise not to hurt 
you," he asked me, "would you get into bed with me?" His voice had gone so 
small by the end of his sentence, that his voice cracked. I only felt a 
little scared, but I hugged him again, trying to say that I didn't mind him 
doing much of anything to me at that point in time. I knew that he cared for 
me and would never harm me, so I shook my head, No, giving him the go ahead 
for whatever he wanted to do. I knew how much I loved him, and it all felt 
right. 

He gently took my hand and led me over to his bed. He sat me down as I 
watched him deciding what to do. Finally he took off his shirt, and I saw 
that he had little muscles on his arms. They were so cute that they only 
made me love him even more, as I sat on my firm, twin-sized mattress. 

"I love you," I said quietly, staring at his chest. This seemed to calm him 
down a bit, and he leaned forward and gave me another wet kiss.-It was 
marvelous, and he then sat down beside me. 

We looked at each other a long time. He seemed to be waiting for me to give 
him a signal, though I really didn't want to be the initiator of any action. 
So finally he gripped my shoulders and pushed me gently down onto his bed. 
He then moved up to the head of the bed, reclining on a pillow, and pulled 
me up to where he was. We both stared up at the ceiling until Bob rolled 
over, half of his hot little body covering mine. 

He touched my cheek and kissed me dearly. My head was spinning from delight, 
and I reached over and held his head, pressing our lips firmly together. We 
kissed and sucked on each other's lips until he started shifting around. My 
eyes popped open as I felt his penis getting hard against my leg. 

"You excite me very much, my sweet Beth," he told me, as he let his 
stiffening penis rest on my thigh. "I hope you don't mind me ... Getting 
excited," he said, almost apologetically. 

In answer to his question, I closed my eyes and kissed him harder than ever 
before. I was so excited that I was finally touching a boy's hard penis, and 
that the moment was such a beautiful one. I loved Bob, and anything he did 
with me just then would be quite alright. 

We kissed and hugged, so that our bodies were facing each other. Slowly we 
inched our torsos against each other so that eventually his hard penis was 
pressed against my warm lap. We gazed into each other's eyes and smiled 
serenely, as Bob slowly rubbed his dick against my pussy. I could feel 
myself getting wet, just like at night when I had dreamed of this moment. I 
hugged him firmly, pressing my crotch onto his as his cock got as hard as it 
could in his pants. I kissed him passionately, my love for him growing with 
every inch of his penis. 

He then reached down and unzipped his pants, checking my face all the while. 
I only smiled at him, not encouraging or discouraging his actions. I was, of 
course, wild about seeing my first real cock in the flesh, if you get my 
drift. I stared intensely at his crotch, as he slowly removed his pants, 
almost trying to entice me with the promise of his penis. 

All I saw, though it was enough for the moment, was his clean, white 
underwear. His hard dick made a big lump right in the middle of it, which 
pointed up at my face like a giant finger. 

Bob looked up at me, and I gave him a warm smile. I let him know that I 
liked his penis, and I was very flattered that he had gotten hard on my 
account. I even thought I saw a spot of wetness on the tip of his cock, 
though I was far too shy to ask him about it. 

"See how much I love you, Bethy?" he asked me, grinning. "You make me very 
happy in my third leg!" He had softly made a joke to break the tension, 
though I hadn't caught it. "I love you," he whispered, as he picked up my 
hand and placed it on his penis. It was so hard and warm, I couldn't believe 
it! I wasn't shocked at all, just a bit scared by the large I love you too!" 
I panted, as he squeezed my hand onto the thickness of his tool. I shut my 
eyes and kissed him deeply, my hand getting very warm as I gripped my 
boyfriend's penis. It was so good to be with him, and it felt so right, as 
if we were doing no wrong at all. We kissed and licked our tongues, as his 
cock grew tail in my palm. 

He took his hand away, and left me holding the bag, if you get my drift. I 
gripped his long dong and pressed my hot lips onto his. He then moved my 
hand up and down the softness of his cock, as I could feel his hardness 
underneath the white cloth. I was heating up all over, as my little nipples 
were hardening and my sweet pussy was getting wet with my fluid. It was 
fantastic for the both of us, as Bob was softly groaning while I slowly 
pumped away at his pud. I felt just like we were married, and I was loving 
it! 

Suddenly, Bob grabbed my hand. "You almost made me come!" he breathed, as he 
gently removed my hand from his prick. "I want to let you watch it 
happening, when the time is right." He smiled and kissed me saying, "I love 
you so much, my little Beth!" 

"I love you too, Bobby dear!" I promised him. I didn't know what "come" 
meant, though I was sure I would find out in time. I could feel my entire 
body warming up, and it felt delightful in the pit of my stomach. 

My little man then rolled me onto my back and gave me deep, wet kisses. His 
tongue was hot, and I could tell that he was getting himself ready for 
something big, if you get my drift. He held my hot face in his clean hands, 
and pressed our mouths together very passionately. 

He then reached down and, telling me that he loved me very much, began 
unbuttoning my thin, blue shirt. The sensation was making my tits tingle all 
over! I knew that he wanted to see my breasts, and that made me love Bob all 
the more. I suddenly wanted to do anything for him, and if he wanted to see 
me stark naked, I was going to let him! 

Bob slowly started to open my shirt, my small breasts becoming exposed to 
his warm eyes. I didn't have them big yet, of course, but my tits were 
growing well. They were becoming mounds of soft flesh on my chest, and my 
little nipples were very sensitive bumps of joy. My heart was beating fast 
as he opened up the entire front of my shirt, even pulling it out of my 
pants. He hovered over my body then, and gazed down at my little boobs 
lovingly. 

"Oh, I love you, Bethy!" he told me repeatedly, as he slipped his slightly 
wet palms under my ribs and onto my back. He was now on top of me, and I 
could feel his dick hard and firm on my lap. I was hot all over with 
anticipation of his deeds, which he gently carried out. 

"You're my man!" I whispered in his ear, as I gathered up the courage to 
stick my little boobies up into his hot face. His eyes bugged out as he took 
in the sight of my close up knockers. 

He opened his mouth slowly and put his hot lips down around one of my 
nipples. The sensation was tremendous! It sent waves of warm pleasure 
through my young chest, and made my pussy drool some jism. His mouth on my 
tit made me feel hot all over, and it was a very secure feeling, too. Just 
like he was my protector on whom I knew I could also rely. 

Bob kissed my soft little nipples, making them stiff on his tongue. He ran 
the thick wetness of his long tongue all around the sweet nipples on my 
boobs, sending circles of warmth through the flesh on my chest and into the 
deepest part of my little tummy, where the heat settled in like an old 
friend. He ran his tongue from one nipple to the other, making a wet trail 
between the two little hills of my chest. He licked them and sucked on them, 
which" felt like he was drinking all the blood in my chest out through the 
tips of my tits. His penis was warm, and rested on my crotch like a big log. 
He rubbed his dick against my lower body while he kissed the ends of my 
breasts, squeezing their softness and making them stand up in front of his 
hungry mouth and tongue. 

"You're so sweet, Bobby!" I told him, and found that I was almost crying. It 
was so beautiful and peaceful, making innocent love to my first real 
boyfriend, that I was touched very deeply. And not just in the crotch, if 
you get my drift. 

Bob then removed my shirt entirely off of my back, which I didn't mind at 
all. I was quite happy lying in his bed with my breasts exposed. After all, 
I was all his now, wasn't I? 

He then reached down onto my waist and unzipped my pants. He looked up at me 
and grinned, kissing me on the mouth. It was such a sweet kiss, and it told 
me not to worry about a thing. 

He slipped my pants off of my hips and down my long legs. A shiver went into 
my cunt as I looked down and saw my wet crotch in front of my youthful 
lover's face. He gazed at it in wonder, staring, though not garishly, at the 
wet stain on my panties as my juice had dripped out of my cunt. He then 
looked up to meet my face, and mouthed out 'I love you!" as he sunk his hot 
head into my wet lap, while pushing out his lips into a full bloom. 

He pressed his warm mouth against the wet end of my delicate pussy, as he 
kissed my twat through the fabric of my pink panties. He gently smashed his 
mouth onto my cunt, as the warm feeling seemed to leave his mouth and travel 
into and all the way up my little pussy. The waves of feeling, warm and 
sharp, made my soft thighs shake and my stomach all hot inside. It was the 
finest feeling I ever had in my life, and I was so glad to be getting it 
from my Bob. He pressed his mouth against the wet mouth of my cunt, as I 
felt the come leave my crotch and flow into the fabric, all of its own 
accord. He spread my legs gently but firmly, glancing up at me again to make 
sure that I wasn't scared at all. I was so grateful to my love for being so 
thoughtful and kind. 

"Now don't be afraid, my love," Bob softly assured me, as he slowly slipped 
my wet panties off of my limbs. "Remember that I adore you, and that I 
haven't ever done this to any other girl but you!" He eyed my cunt easily, 
as he tossed my wet panties onto the floor and gently spread my legs. "I've 
thought about doing this to you for a long time now," he confided with me, 
"and I promise that I wouldn't hurt you for the world!" He gently massaged 
my soft, creamy thighs, making me relax as I wondered exactly what he meant 
to do to me. But of course, I trusted him totally now, so I tried to control 
my heavy breathing as he touched the wetness of my cunt, filling it with a 
long, warm flow. He ran his fingertips over my pussy lips tenderly, and I 
began to come a little bit more. 

Bob slipped back onto the bedsheets and crawled on his chest up to my wet 
pussy. I looked down in time to see him stretching his mouth toward my 
crotch, and I feared momentarily that he was going to bite me. But I had 
placed my life's blood in his hands, so to speak, so I put my head back on 
his comfy pillow and let him do whatever he wanted to with me. 

I jumped slightly, the breath being sucked into my lungs, as Bob kissed my 
wet and hairy pussy. The feeling of his warm lips on my bare twat was enough 
to make me slam my hands down onto his mattress in surprise. It was a soft 
and full sensation that warmed up my cunt and sent shock waves rippling 
through my whole body. His mouth on my twat almost made me scream, it being 
such a pleasurable and serene feeling, seeming to flood my sweet tummy with 
heat. 

"Oh, I love you, Bobby!" I sighed heavily. "I love you so very much!" I 
couldn't help but lift my legs up slightly into the air, which made it all 
the more easier for Bob to eat out my dripping wet pussy. What a sweet and 
lovely thing for him to do to me, I thought, as I lay back and felt his 
thick tongue licking the outside of my womanhood. If I were a guy, the 
thought of kissing a girl's wet pussy would probably make me puke. But he 
did it because he loved me, I believed, and that was enough to make my 
juices run straight out of my cunt, down my silky thighs and into Bob's 
anxiously awaiting mouth. 

He licked the outer lips of my cunt, sipping my jism and kissing the wet and 
sticky membranes of my vagina. He even stuck his long tongue into my twat, a 
bit shyly at first, then more forceful, but always keeping things nice and 
easy. I could tell that he was trying his very best not to hurt my cunt, and 
he was doing a spectacular job of it, too! 

He drank my twat juice as he ran the entire length of his thick and smooth 
tongue up and down the hairy lips of my womanhood. I quivered and my heart 
was pounding fast in my sweet chest, as he ate me out with relish. His lips 
were pressed tightly against my own, between my legs that is, as he sucked 
my crotch deep into his deep and wet mouth. He sipped my come with wild 
abandon, as the more he tickled my crotch the more I came for him. He was 
such a sweet boy, I thought, as he sucked my cunt into his wet mouth. 

Finally, Bob found my clitoris, which both of us barely realized was even 
there. He licked it over and over, since the more he stimulated it, the 
harder it became, as so the wetter my pussy was on his lips. He licked my 
tough little clit dry, as I flailed my arms slightly, amazed by the strong 
sensation of its stimulation. He spread the lips of my cunt further apart, 
so as to get to my magic button. I was moaning and groaning as I poured the 
come out from between my legs and all over his sweet face. Bob let out an 
occasional low moan as he realized how much I was getting off on his eating 
me out. He then smiled, for I could feel his mouth widening, and he raised 
his face up to mine. 

"Now, my true love," he said to me, "I am going to make you come! I love you 
and would love to make you come forever!" When he saw the confused look on 
my face, he explained, "I am going to make you hit the roof, my love, my 
Beth. I am going to cause you to climax!" 

My eyes bugged out. Though I'd been very wet all along, I didn't know I was 
coming. I braced myself against the sides of the bed, holding on for what I 
sensed was about to be an explosion. 

"Now relax," my lover told me. "First you, then me. I want each of us to 
experience the other's coming!" While never becoming rough, he parted the 
lips of my soaking wet cunt, and dug his mouth deep into my pussy. I felt as 
though the entire bottom half of my body had just been eaten up. 

Bob spread my pussy wide apart, and wet and tickled my aching clitoris with 
the dull tip of his mighty tongue. He shook my little knob every pore of my 
body seemed to fill with hot, wet longing. 

I clung on to the wet bedsheets very tightly, as my nipples tingled and 
danced on the ends of my cute little breasts, electrified by his tongue in 
my twat. He seemed to be shooting currents through me from out of the wet 
tip of his mouth. 

Suddenly, the entire body seemed to explode, just like a volcano had erupted 
from deep within my cute little guts. My entire little body shook as the 
passion held within me all those young years was finally being released. 

"I love you!" I screamed, though barely any sound came out of my mouth. My 
throat must have been the only part of me that wasn't wet, as I let myself 
go and came in bucketfuls, or so it seemed. I could feel quarts of my come 
explode from my dripping, salivating cunt, and spread all over by beloved's 
puss. He moaned and ate all of my jizz that he could, licking my twat lips 
and clit repeatedly, and so causing me to shoot more and more streams of 
come from my sweet, wet pussy. I couldn't believe what a satisfying and 
exhausting sensation it was to come from my clitoris being stimulated. I 
pumped gallons of wetness onto Bob's now incredibly sticky face, as he fell 
exhausted on the covers at my cunt, as my pussy dripped its precious fluid 
out and onto his cute face. Do you get my drift. Now that I'd found him, I'd 
never let him go. I wanted him to be mine for both our long lives. 

"Oh, Bobby, I want to do that for you, too!" I panted. "It was simply 
marvelous!" I sat up in bed and hurredly pulled off his now wet underwear. 
"I want to eat you like you ate me!" I bent down on his hard cock and sucked 
it into my mouth in one big gulp. I sucked his cock hard, sipping the come 
out of his shaft and sending it slivering down my throat. Bob moaned deeply, 
as he lay back on the bed. He spread his legs far apart, positioning his 
stiff prick straight up and into my wet, sucking mouth. I loved the taste of 
his cock, and I sucked on it with fury as it became tough as a pole on my 
tongue. 

Just at that moment, the door opened downstairs! The sound of Bob's mom and 
dad floated up the stairs and into his room. We both scrambled for our 
clothes, and dressed in about ten seconds flat. 

"I love you, Bobby!" I told him, then planted a big, wet kiss on my young 
man's lips. He kissed me back with passion, as we both wound up sitting at 
his desk just as his mother entered the room. 

"Bobby!" she said sternly, and my heart almost stopped. I turned slowly to 
watch her blow up. 

"Didn't you make your bed this morning?" she wanted to know. I regained my 
breath as Bob promised her that he'd never forget again. How she ever missed 
the huge wet spots I had made on the bed, I can only attribute to the fact 
that, aside from his desk, the rest of his room was in semi-darkness, since 
it was finally becoming nighttime around his house. 

"Gee, I've got to get home!" I exclaimed, as I gathered up my books and 
headed for the door. Bob walked me out, and we kissed on his front porch. 

We were brand new lovers, and it felt great! 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Beth left my office just as I was about to come in my pants! What a sensuous 
tale she had (get it?). I begged her to come back and tell me about how she 
milked Bob's cock dry, while in turn I could milk her for lots more money. 
This is a very serious business, you know. 

After she left, I had to adjourn to the bathroom for fifteen minutes. 

Well Doctor, Bob and I didn't get another chance to fornicate around, for 
that evening had been on a Friday, and by Monday he was gone. He had to rush 
to another state on the other side of the country, his parents having to 
leave the milling business for one more lucrative elsewhere. We sobbed (at 
least I did) profusely at the airport, as Bob promised me that, when he came 
of age in four more years, he would be back to get me, and I promised to 
stay true to him. Our goodbyes were horribly long, sad and drawn out. 

The years passed quickly. 

Seeing Bob walk up to my doorstep totally flipped me out! He had turned into 
a hippie, declaring an end to the war and famine world-wide, it being the 
end of the sixties at that time. But as soon as he spoke my name and gave me 
a kiss, I knew that it was truly he whom I had greeted. It was just as if 
not a day had passed between us! 

He took me over to his "pad," as he called it. It was a small apartment with 
several posters nailed to the walls, such as "Hell No, We Won't Go!" and 
"Nixon Bites LBJ." We sat down on his "bed," which was only a mattress on 
the floor. He lit up a joint, and it was my first Mary-Jane high. 

"I missed you so much, my Beth!" he proclaimed, as I felt all that love rush 
back into my heart. I could still see his little face underneath all that 
hair he had grown, as he bent to kiss me. 

It was my man all right! I hugged him and licked his tongue with a thirst, 
having actually stayed virginal for him! I had learned to beat myself off, 
but he was my first love, and you never want to lose something like that! 

"I love you too, Bobby darling!" I whispered into his ear, just like old 
times. I started to slowly take his many clothes off saying, "Now I'll 
finish what I started the last time we were alone together!" I slipped him 
out of his underwear, and finally stared at his naked body again! 

Those muscles had grown, and they made me want him more than ever now! I 
laid his firm body down, then went about giving him the come that he'd given 
to me, back when we were still kids! 

I ran my tongue around his lips, wetting them and sucking them deeply into 
my mouth, just as he had done with my pussy. I sucked on his tongue until it 
was dry, my passions being tremendous after all that time apart! He let out 
those low moans again, and that day came back to me in a flash. It was so 
good to have him here with me, my long, lost lover! 

I worked my wet tongue down to his tits, where I bit his nipples and sucked 
on them hard, making his peter stand up into the air. It looked to be twice 
as large as I'd remembered it, and I wondered if I could handle the heavy 
load! 

My love for this man had multiplied through the ages, as I grabbed onto his 
stiff honker with a tight hand. He had apparently been waiting for me too, 
as his erection came up almost immediately! His cock was hairy and warm, and 
I held on to it for dear life! 

I ran my tongue around Bob's tits and hairy chest, as I slowly pumped his 
penis with great love. It was so thick and hard in my hand that I could feel 
myself starting to drip. That was when I realized that I was still in my 
clothes! I had waited so long for him, I'd forgotten all about myself! 

I quickly stripped in front of him, trying to tease him as I slowly through 
my garments onto the messy floor. I watched his cock as it bobbed up and 
down at the sight of my new body, which had filled out very nicely, if you 
get my drift! 

I then landed back on my man's chest, licking his nipples as I felt his 
slightly wet dick against my warm and perfect tummy. We were such good 
friends alL those years, it was as if he'd never gone away! It was almost as 
if we were actually married to one another. 

I followed the hairs on his chest down to his stomach, where I stuck my hot 
and wet tongue into his belly button. I could feel the now wet tip of his 
dick on my chin, as he moved his hips so that it was right under my jaw. It 
felt so good to be close to his dick again! 

I then, very slowly, ran the very tip of my sweet tongue around the stiff 
sides of his shaft, over the wet tip of his dong, sipping his delicious come 
again, and onto his thick and meaty balls. He moaned more audibly than ever 
this time, as I wet the mounds of his balls with my loving tongue. 

I sucked those balls deep into my throat, savoring their flavor and tasting 
his nuts on my tongue. They were a bit salty, which surprised me, but they 
were a part of him, so I loved them. His nuts were large and round, and I 
tried to gulp them into my mouth. This made his shaft stand way up against 
my nose and eyes, as I breathed deeply from his hot scrotum. 

I then lovingly wrapped my tongue around his hard shaft, my head turning to 
one side. I beat him off softly and firmly as I could taste a little more of 
his sweet sperm whenever I'd get to the top of his cock. It was salty and 
thick, just like his balls, and I loved to taste my man's dick! I wanted him 
to feel like he had truly come back home! 

Finally and ever so passionately, I brought my head up and over Bob's prick, 
opened my mouth up wide, and plunged his meat stick deep into my throat. I 
could feel his meatus hitting my tonsils as I bobbed my head up and down on 
Bob's cock, making a tight seal with my wet and dripping lips as I took all 
of my man's prick into my mouth. 

Bob jerked his hips up in passion, which sent his tool further up my face. I 
almost felt like I was going to choke, but what a way to go! He was so tall 
and proud in my succulent mouth that the come was just oozing out of my 
pussy! It ran down my thighs and made them slick as snot! 

I sucked hard and long on my darling's joint, the one between his legs that 
is. I could taste his come as it seeped from his dong and danced upon my 
tongue. I could see that my treatment was driving him crazy, as I could 
actually feel his heartbeat in his heavy prick! It throbbed inside of my 
mouth and sent waves through my lips, which were dripping my slick saliva 
down Bob's cock and onto his balls. I had made his entire tool wet and 
dripping! 

I then gripped his balls in my hands and pulled them apart in his scrotum, 
so that his shaft became hard as a rock and full within my mouth. He tasted 
marvelous, and I wished I could suck on his hot cock for the rest of my 
life! If I played my cards right, I figured, I could do just that! Every 
woman is proud of her man's prick, especially one as abundant as this one! 

I squeezed Bob's balls and chewed on his stiff prick, gently biting into it 
and sucking the loose sperm out of its head. He was jerking his hips up into 
the air faster, as I was eating his hot and wet cock lovingly. I wanted to 
bite it off and swallow it whole, so that he could never take it away from 
me again! I sucked furiously on his rod, drinking the sperm quickly that was 
rising up into my hot, sopping mouth as I could tell I was about to make my 
man come in droves! I held so much lust in my entire body for this man it 
was incredible! 

Wanting to feel his hot sperm come into my preserved pussy, I slipped my wet 
mouth off of Bob's dick, making sure to suck on it hard as I slowly brought 
my luscious lips up and over the top of his cock. I drank down the last bit 
of his early come that I could, gulping it down like the last drops of milk 
left in the bottom of a glass! 

"I'm gonna love you to death!" I told him, as I positioned my pussy, which 
was dripping with loads of my come produced by my foreplay action on his 
steaming cock, straight over his hairy stem and, spreading the lips of my 
cunt far apart (I figured that from a sitting position, my cunt-busting 
might not hurt as much) and slid down onto his long pole, as it stood 
straight up like a mast on a ship. My cunt glided down his shaft with wet, 
thrilling ease. 

We both let out a long, throaty sigh as Bob's cock entered my gaping body 
hole. It sliced into my body with slick, smooth ease, and it didn't hurt too 
much, but when it did I surely didn't mind it! 

"I love you, Sweetheart," he told me, as he fucked my wet pussy with relish, 
and angled his cock so that it flew up my twat expertly. He sent his spear 
deep into my cavern of lust, as he pounded it into me, making my come just 
flow down his shaft in little rivers. I was so very happy at that moment, 
that I knew I never wanted to let him get away from my sight! 

"I love you too, Sugarbear!" I said, as I leaned forward and kissed him long 
and wet on the lips. Our tongues rolled around and over one another as we 
fucked with a fury. I moved my dripping cunt up and down his dick so 
quickly, I felt as though I were running. Our juices mixed completely inside 
of my lovely pussy, as they dripped out and coated Bob's balls with a thick, 
wet shine, which splashed loudly whenever my cunt hit his bag. 

"I'm gonna come, my Bethy!" he creamed, as I took the last ounce of strength 
left in my worn-out body and pumped his raw penis with my pussy. I could 
feel his jism rising up his cock in thick rolls. I even reached down and 
squeezed his balls hard. I was determined to make this the come of his life, 
and one that he would not forget for years to come, if you get my drift. 

I quickly hopped off of his hard cock and pulled on his balls with my hands, 
making it stand up straight just under my tits and face. I wanted to feel 
his load explode all over myself! 

I pumped his scrotum firmly as Bob screamed, the come shooting up out of his 
cock with tremendous speed. I caught the first load directly in my open 
mouth, and quickly drank down his hot, sticky sperm with pleasure. I could 
even feel the come rushing out of my cunt as it fell onto his mattress and 
balls. How delicious it was to come in buckets with my man! 

His thick, creamy sperm splashed all over my tits, making them soaking wet 
as his jism dripped off of my sweet nipples. I then shook his still stiff 
prick, sending his final thick drops of come out of his cock and into my 
mouth. I next put his receding pud into my mouth and sucked hard. I sipped 
his sperm out of his dick as if it were a straw, and it was good to the last 
drop! He was totally drained by the time I was through with him. I finished 
him off by eating the thick gobs of come that had ended up on his balls. I 
licked my lips in front of his face as he looked like he was about to faint 
from loving activities. 

My man had come home to come, and I would make sure he would never leave 
again! 

What more can be said? Beth L. is now living with Bob, her common-law 
husband, in one of the final hippie communes left in the country. 

And I think they should bomb the entire fucking lot of them! 

 CASE HISTORY FIVE 

SUBJECT: Debbie B. AGE: Nineteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Debbie B. had long, dirty blonde hair and a perfect complexion. She was an 
absolute knockout! She was wearing the finest in casual clothing, and she 
spoke in a sweet, very feminine voice. 

Her breasts were very full and looked to be juicy as hell, as she came in my 
office wearing a tight sweater. She was the kind of girl that you find on 
the beach, and the kind that you have wet dreams about. 

She laid down along my couch as if she wanted to be porked, which was an 
idea I couldn't get out of my mind, as I sat and listened to her tell me 
about her first time affair. 

Doctor, my folk's have always had money, big money. You see, my daddy is in 
advertising, and the dollars are very easily made with a small amount of 
mental exertion. It's all in who you know and if you're lucky enough to fall 
into an open position in a major firm, which was just exactly what happened 
with my daddy. We've been very wealthy ever since then. 

We moved into Beverly Hills, California, with a huge lawn and 3 German 
Shepherds. We had a maid and a "gentleman," who did just about everything 
around and to the house. I used to walk around the house late at night in a 
see-through gown, teasing him and trying to get him to come in his pants. He 
would finally get up and leave the room. I figured he crawled into bed and 
jerked off. He wasn't too old of a man, and why he had never tried to dick 
my pussy I could never figure out. I guess he was afraid of losing his job, 
or maybe getting punched out by Daddy and some friends. 

Once, after Daddy had landed a new client from New York, half of the office 
had come over for a party in my father's honor. What a trip that was! I was 
about sixteen, though I could jut my tits out so that I looked almost 
nineteen. I walked through the crowd in our living room and tried my hardest 
to fuck everything up, since I had nothing else to do that evening. 

I invited a girlfriend over, who always had some joints on her. We slipped 
into the bathroom, in one of the few moments when it was empty, and split a 
thick stick together. The pot entered my head in only five minutes, then 
after that I was floating on air! 

We went into the living room and mingled with the guests. There was one 
young executive asshole who was sitting alone on a couch. We both went over 
to him and flirted for a while. 

My friend, whose name is Pat, and I squeezed up to this jerk and sat on 
either side of him. The noise in the room was almost deafening, since the 
whole house was packed with people. There were chips and hors d'oeuvres, as 
my father had hired a catering service, and we had skipped dinner so that my 
friend and I could get really stoned as the night went on and pig out. 
Caterers make the finest shit foods, you know. 

So there we were, rubbing up against this schmuck, seeing if he would call 
our bluff. I was still a virgin then, but I sure knew how to tease. Pat and 
I leaned forward and let our loose shirts drift open, exposing our full 
breasts to his eager eyes. We sat there and talked with him until he got a 
hard-on, then we laughed and walked away. Boy, was he mad! Before we left 
him though, I told him that if I saw him moving to the bathroom, I'd tell my 
daddy that he was beating off all over the toilet seat. His face got red as 
a beet. Some people just have no sense of sexual humor! 

Pat then got a fabulous idea! I was even a little surprised when she had 
told me about it. 

We went and got some Dixie cups from the kitchen, then took them to the 
punch bowl and filled them up. Pat then told me to follow her into the 
bathroom again, which I did, giggling. 

She dropped her drawers and looked at me with her panties on. "I love to do 
this stuff with you!" she said, and she gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. 
Like a little, dry peck. She'd never done anything like that before, but I 
saw no harm in it, and barely gave it a second thought. 

She then told me to get undressed, so I slowly pulled down my jeans. She was 
sitting on the pot, and I was crouched over the tip of the tub. I then took 
off my panties, as she had done it first. She looked at me and her eyes 
sparkled. She was sixteen years old, like myself, and she was very pretty. 
She made a person all warm inside when she smiled at you. 

I was ready to follow her anywhere, as she was quickly becoming my friend in 
those days. She sat there with her pussy staring at mine, as she smiled at 
me brightly and I knew something big was up there in her pretty head. She 
licked her lips as she told me what to do. 

"Now play with yourself, Deb," she said, as she fingered her cunt, "just 
like you do late at night, under your covers. Think about Steve, or Jimmy, 
from school, and get yourself to come some." I couldn't believe that she was 
masturbating right there in front of me! I had been clitting myself for 
years, of course, but I'd never thought I'd be asked to do it in front of 
anyone else, especially another girl! I brought my hand down gently onto my 
pussy, then started to finger my cunt quietly. 

"Now watch!" she said, as I could tell by her panting that she was coming 
onto her fingers. She stuck her twat in the cup full of punch and came 
inside of it! She then laughed quietly and poured the sticky punch in and 
out of her cunt, as if she were mixing drinks in it, which was exactly what 
she was doing. 

"When we go back Deb," she said, "we'll pour it all back into the punch 
bowl! Would'nt those assholes have a fit if they knew that they were 
drinking our pussy juice?" She laughed then, and it all made sense to me. 
Pat was certainly more bizarre than I was at that age! 

I oozed some come out of myself, and then together we left the bathroom. 
Their was some old woman waiting to piss, and she looked at us very 
intensely, surely wondering what we'd been doing there so long in the 
bathroom. We hid the come punch under our shirts, then splashed it into the 
pnch bowl when no-one was looking. We couldn't help but snicker as we did 
it! 

We waited around until someone came to some punch. Our mouths fell open when 
we saw the asshole who'd been sitting on the couch walk up to the 
refreshment bar! His face fell when he saw us. 

"Look," I said, thinking quickly, "no hard feelings about what I said, OK? 
I'm just a big kidder!" I then quickly scooped up some punch from the area 
we'd pour our juices into. "Have some, for me? I asked him, and finally he 
smiled weakly and accepted my token gift. 

He poured the cup of cunt juice down his throat, as his face first went from 
surprise to shock, as he threw away the cup and stormed away from us. We 
laughed loudly as he was moving away, and figured that he was probably a 
faggot anyhow. No sense of humor. 

Having tired of our party antics, Pat's eyes widened as she asked me slowly, 
"Listen, I know a guy, sort of a boyfriend, who is really into some kinky 
shit! Would you like to go and see him with me? She got a very weird look in 
her eyes, so I knew it must be about something really heavy. 

"Yeah, sure, O.K." I said, though I was a little bit scared. I didn't even 
know what to brace myself for, and that kinda bothered me. But she was my 
good friend, so I agreed. 

"I'd better call him first, so that he'll expect us," she told me, as we ran 
to my room. My heart was beating quickly, and I thought that there was 
something sexual about all of this. I'd done a little feeling up but, for 
all my teasing, I was still somewhat scared about sex. 

She smiled at me when she was through on the phone. "He's setting things 
up," she said. "He was so excited when I told him I was bringing along a 
friend!" She closed her eyes as she said, "I sure hope you're horny 
tonight!" I'd never seen her like this. It was as if she was getting off in 
front of my eyeballs. I was getting a little scared. I wondered if this was 
going to be a gang-bang, or something even more bizarre. 

We left the house and walked along the quiet streets, in the cool evening 
breeze. There weren't many people on the sidewalks, and there seemed to be a 
mystery in the air, besides my own. 

"Now don't be scared by anything you see, Debbie," she said as we walked 
along together. I could feel her breathing heavily next to me. 

"None of it hurts, and you've got to remember that." 

I wanted to turn back so much I could have cried, but I didn't want to lose 
face in front of my daring friend. I kept thinking, How bad could it really 
be, if Pat loved it as much as she did. Then, as I considered Pat, I started 
to wonder all over again. 

We finally reached her friend's house. It was an old-style, large home that 
he had taken over when his folks moved away to retire. It looked spooky, 
like we were in a Dracula film. 

Pat knocked on the door and I heard the sound echo throughout the house. I 
would stick close by Pat, I decided, as I heard footsteps behind the door 
becoming louder and louder. 

He answered our knock, dressed in a long, black robe and bare feet. He 
looked to be a very mature twenty-one year old, and we walked inside as he 
directed us with a long hand. 

Pat burst into a smile, obviously very happy to be with him again. She gave 
him a big hug and a kiss, then turned to face me. "I want you to meet Roy," 
she told me as she hugged him closer. "He is the Comemaster!" 

Roy smiled and took my hand. He gave it a big, wet kiss, which made Pat 
smile again. His lips were very warm, and his wet kiss actually stirred up 
my insides a bit. I wondered what a Comemaster was, though I knew I'd find 
out soon enough. Roy had short brown hair and a full beard, which he was 
always running his hand through. He seemed weird to me, but at least he 
wasn't scarey. 

"Come into the dining room, girls," he said, as he led us into a cozy room 
just outside of a spotless kitchen. We sat down at a table as Roy held our 
hands and spoke to me in a deep voice. 

"Now I want you to know, pretty Debbie, that if you ever decide, in the 
course of tonight's entertainment, that you do not want to continue, simply 
say so. That will put an end to the whole evening's affairs immediately. But 
always remember, once we stop we can never begin again." He gazed deeply 
into my eyes, as if he were trying to hypnotize me. "Do you want to begin he 
asked me, patiently awaiting my reply. 

I thought and thought and, although I was a bit scared, I couldn't think of 
a good reason for quiting it all before I even began, so I smiled and nodded 
my head. This decision had obviously made them both very happy. 

We all got up silently from the table, still holding hands, and walked 
through the house and into a corridor which I had assumed led to his room. 
The warmth in their hands seemed to fill my whole body with a strange sort 
of passion, and it was one I could feel deep in my perfect tummy. 

The hallway turned very dark as we walked into it. I could barely make them 
out in front of me, and I wondered how such a seemingly long corridor had 
been contained in this house, and how it didn't show from the outside. 

We then entered a large room which was like nothing I'd ever seen before. My 
breath was sucked up and into my throat as I scanned the walls with my eyes. 
I felt my heart pounding in my sweet chest. 

The room looked like Hell. Literally. There were whips and chains pinned 
onto the walls, and several long tables with black sheets covering them. It 
was very dark in there, and it looked very freaky. 

"Don't be afraid," Roy told me, as he came up and held onto my quivering 
body. "We don't hurt people here," he said as he held me close to his warm 
body. "Here you will experience the greatest pleasures of your life, and 
this will be a night you will never forget." 

I felt like telling him that I hadn't experienced anything major with anyone 
but I didn't want to sound like the scared virgin that I really was, so I 
held onto him, trying to get his hugs to cause me to feel more at ease. I 
figured that Pat would never do anything to harm me, also. In my mother's 
cunt, you know? Pat even gave me warm kisses on the back of my neck, as we 
held tightly on to one another. 

"Remember Debbie," Roy said quietly, as he started to unbutton my shirt, "we 
both love you very much." 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Well, well! I felt like I'd just seen a Flash Gordon short, the kind that 
leaves you hanging on until next week, as Debbie B. had left my office on 
the first day. I begged her to come back, which she finally did. I wanted to 
hear about her being put in chains (for clinical study purposes, of 
course!). 

I settled back into my comfy chair, my large notebook covering my lap, and 
she sang her sweet song. 

Where was I? Oh, yes. Then Roy slowly took the clothes off of my body. My 
perfumed nipples perked up as he ran the sides of my shirt over my healthy, 
young breasts. He slipped off my pants and panties with loving care, as my 
sexual excitement rose up in. my virgin pussy. 

I then sat upon one of the long, black tables and braced my back against two 
wooden, round bars which ran horizontally against my bare back. I sat there 
as they admired my luscious young form, my cute bulbous tits and my sweet, 
adorable pussy. It felt good to be the center of attraction. 

My heart started' beating at its normal rate, as I sat there and watched 
with sensual fascination as my girlfriend Pat began to undress Roy in front 
of me, both of them always checking my reactions every step of the way. I 
felt that they both must feel something for me, to do this for my benefit. 

Pat bent down and slowly dropped Roy's long robe to the floor. I eyes popped 
open as I saw him standing before me stark naked! His long, thick dick hung 
down from his crotch like a dormant snake. He smiled at me warmly as he 
seemed very proud of his beautiful body. 

Pat stuck out her tongue and circled the tip of Roy's penis with it. It was 
so fucking erotic to see her kissing his prick for me, that I started to 
squirm around on the table. I was shaking slightly as my pussy began to get 
warm and wet, and my nipples hardened and became quite sensitive on my 
chest. I couldn't help but touch my tits and the hairs of my cunt, as I sat 
and watched Pat take Roy's stiffening cock deep into her mouth. IT was all a 
beautiful sight, and I could feel the come begin to slip out of my crotch. I 
felt so warm and sensual that I wished this feeling would last within me 
forever. 

Pat sucked deeply on Roy's cock, as I watched it carefully glide in and out 
of her pretty mouth. She would hold up his penis head and run her sweet 
tongue along every inch of his thick dick, as she ate him and licked his 
long tool. It was making my pussy burn up inside to see them enjoying it, 
Roy's eyes closed as she didn't miss an inch of his shaft with her saliva. I 
could see his dick shining as it hovered over and in her mouth. 

I touched my clitoris as a wave of warm feeling flowed through my whole 
body. I wanted to be loved and licked and eaten, until every drop of my come 
had been taken from out of my body. My tits were hot with desire, and I 
rubbed my hot clitoris, making my fingers drip cunt juice onto the cloth on 
the table. My pussy lips were wet and dripping with love. 

I opened my mouth to breathe, as Pat palmed Roy's heavy balls and pulled on 
them gently. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever imagined, let along 
actually seen. She gulped down his long rod as I could almost see it 
slipping down inside of her throat as he pressed his prick further down her 
sensuous mouth. I longed to taste the thickness of his dick on my wet 
tongue, so I sat there, with my hand in my twat, and stuck my tongue as far 
out of my mouth as I could get it to go. Pat and Roy looked at me and smiled 
sweetly, obviously happy that their foreplay had had a definite and wet 
effect on my youthful body. They walked over to me, as I longed to be loved 
by them. The come was simply flowing from out of my vagina. 

"I love you, Deb," said my girlfriend Pat, as she leaned down and pressed 
her moist lips against mine. Receiving her sweet kiss was delicious to me, 
and I wet my own mouth as our lips touched. I felt butterflies in my tummy 
and let out a long, low guttural sigh, as I tasted a few drops of Roy's come 
in Pat's mouth. It was a marvelous feeling, and it warmed me to my bones. I 
sat and licked her tongue, as I fingered my pussy until my entire hand was 
wet with my jism. My fingertips slipped over one another in my cunt. 

"I love you, too," Roy told me, as he removed my hand from my twat and 
proceeded to lick my fingers clean. The act of him lapping my come from my 
hand made me come even more. I knew then, as they both went about making 
love to me, that I loved them, too. I slipped my long, smooth fingers into 
his mouth, as Roy ran his tongue all over them, tasting me and loving the 
taste. He was sipping my come off of my fingers as if it were being stored 
in my hand. 

Pat then gently pressed her soft tongue against mine, as I rolled mine over 
it, feeling its velvety texture and savoring her saliva as it dripped into 
my mouth, still tasting a bit like Roy's cock juice. It was so marvelous to 
be with them as we all made love to one another. 

"I love you both!" I sighed, as my come just spilled from my cunt, wetting 
the tablecloth. I sat there and spread my wet, sweet-smelling pussy lips 
apart, as I parted my legs just under Roy's head. The smell of my come 
drifted upward and filled all of our noses. 

They then shifted the wood bars so that my back rec-lined upon the top bar, 
making me feel more relaxed than ever. Pat then crawled under my crotch and 
put my wet and dripping pussy into her mouth, as Roy's knelt in front of my 
face and fed me his hard penis. All three of us were now one. 

What an incredible feeling! Pat licked my draining twat with her soft 
tongue, as I finally got to suck on Roy's tremendous tool. I breathed it 
deep into my mouth as I could taste some of his precious sperm escaping 
quietly from his cock. He thrust his crotch into my face and sent his dick 
far down into my throat. I felt the warmth of his shaft on top of my wet 
tongue, and I breathed solely through my nostrils as his thick cock stuffed 
up my open throat. I could feel his hairs tickling the roof of my mouth. 

Meanwhile, I pressed my sopping wet pussy against my girlfriend's mouth, as 
she parted my cunt lips with her hands and made my little clit stick out 
like a baby's penis. She licked it and sucked on it long and lovingly, as I 
just let myself go and came in constant little streams into Pat's open 
mouth. I could feel her drinking my juices and lapping them out of my cunt. 
My whole tummy shook as she ran her tongue quickly up and down my little 
love stick, making the come spit out of my crotch and onto her warm tongue. 
She licked my pussy voraciously, as my clit jumped up and down inside her 
hot, wet mouth. 

Roy then pulled on his scrotum, making his dick fill my entire mouth, right 
down to his balls, they felt red hot as they rested upon my chin. I reached 
up and fondled them, controlling the hardness of his dick with my 
fingertips. The more I pulled on his hot balls, the thicker he became in my 
sixteen-year-old mouth. My saliva had completely coated his prick as it 
resided in my warm mouth, making his long, stiff prick glide in and out of 
my lips easily. Roy moaned and sighed sweetly, as I ate his huge cock, 
holding onto his nuts with a hard passion. I sucked the come out of him in 
tiny droplets, sipping them over my tongue and down my throat. I was 
swallowing every drip of his cock that I could, making his red balls jump 
and slam quietly against my wet chin. 

I was coming buckets into Pat's succulent mouth, my juice flowing down her 
gullet and surely warming up her lovely, hot breasts. I could feel my wet 
jizz spill out and onto her face, and I felt my pussy dripping off of the 
sides of her face, making her soft warm cheeks wet with hot, sticky love. 
She sucked on my cunt lips, bringing them inside her mouth and drinking the 
juices out of them. She ate my whole pussy just like it was a piece of 
sweet, dripping fruit, just ripe for the munching. I raised my ass up from 
her hot tits slightly, as she closed her whole mouth over my twat and drank 
in its nectar. 

"Would you like to feel me inside of you, Debbie? Roy asked me between 
pants. He had pulled his thick dick out of my luscious mouth, as I knew that 
he wanted to stick it in me and let me drink from its shaft. Pat was giving 
my wet pussy little kisses as they waited for my answer. 

"Oh, yes!" I pleaded. "Please let me feel you inside my pussy!" I wanted him 
so badly I was begging for it. I would do anything to have him fill my body 
cavity at that moment! 

They switched positions, so that Roy lay under me and Pat squatted in front 
of my head. Her beautiful breasts were at my eye level, and I could see that 
her nipples were hard as rocks. She was certainly a gorgeous girl, and I 
felt not the slightest bit uneasy making love to her. They were both like 
one person to me, having come for both of them at once. 

"Now don't let me hurt you, Debbie," Roy told me. "Just tell me if you want 
me to stop, and I will." He then gripped his wet penis and slid it ever so 
carefully into my wet, but still tight, cunt. I sucked in air as the tip of 
his dick slithered into me an inch at a time. 

It felt like a hot poker had been shoved up into me. I could feel the heat 
of my parting pussy lips, though it didn't really hurt all that much. It was 
sort of like a good kind of hurt, if you know what I mean. 

Pat moved her succulent chest up to my face and fed me her breasts. She 
cupped, them and held them out for me to accept. I kissed her sweet tasting 
nipples and ran my tongue all over them. She gripped the flesh of her 
knockers and put them into my mouth, as if I were a baby, which in a sense I 
suppose I still was. Her tits were nice and warm against my mouth, and I bit 
her cute hard nipples firmly, rolling the ends around on my teeth. She began 
to pant as she held her hot breasts up to my mouth, and I could see that she 
was dripping her come out of her cunt and straight down onto Roy's face! It 
was as if we three had become a big fuck machine, where every part is 
stimulated by the others. I sucked her melons deep into my wet mouth as I 
lowered my pussy onto Roy's stiff cock. 

I could feel my tight little hymen being slowly torn apart. It really wasn't 
so bad, as long as I took him inside me an inch at a time. Roy's dick was so 
hard and thick, it filled my cunt up completely, and must've been incredibly 
tight, wrapped tightly around his dick as it was. After some excruciatingly 
long and sweetly painful minutes, Roy had managed to stuff his entire 
mammoth cock up into my pussy. I just sat there, tearful from the lovely 
pain, on his cock, afraid that, if I were to fall over, I would take his 
cock in my twat with me, pulling it off at the roots. I thought I could feel 
his cock tip tickling my adenoids, as I sat perched upon it as it pulsated 
warmly deep within my body. 

Apparently, it was also too much for Roy's cock to handle, being stuffed 
completely up the warm glove of my pussy, for he said quietly, "I'm going to 
explode!," and Pat gently lifted me up and off of his thick prick, as it 
felt so incredibly good to free his huge member from out of my pussy. My 
cunt walls ached, and I longed to take a piss. I was also a little shocked 
to see the pool of my blood that had settled onto Roy's scrotum. 

Pat quickly wiped off the blood from his super hard cock, which was standing 
up high into the air and throbbing wildly. Roy said in a small voice, 
"Debbie, my love, lick my penis! And Pat, you help her please!" He shut his 
eyes, and he looked like he was about to be hanged. 

"You have the honor," Pat told me, as she gently positioned my hot face in 
front of Roy's tremendous penis, which was acting like a stopped-up water 
hose. "Lick it once, then get ready to drink!" Pat said, as she reached into 
her pussy and massaged her clitoris, obviously wanting to get off as soon as 
Roy did. I'd have touched myself, only now I felt horribly raw down there. 

I stuck out the tip of my tongue and touched it to Roy's shaking cock-mouth. 
I ran my tongue once around its head, and I was sure I could hear his come 
racing up violently through his shaft. I felt like yelling, "Thar she 
blows!," as if it were Moby's dick. 

The hot, thick, smelly sperm zoomed up Roy's erect prick and shot out of his 
shaft and at our waiting faces like a gun. His strong come erupted from his 
red hot prick, and splashed all over Pat's and my face, as we puckered up 
our lips together and made them into a single mouth, which sucked up Roy's 
sperm as soon as it all left his steaming prick. 

I gulped down gobs of come, and watched even more of it enter deep into my 
girlfriend's mouth, as I swallowed what tasted like gallons of Roy's hot 
sperm. It all flew into my mouth, over my tongue and way down my throat, as 
I ate his creamy love, tasting the stickiness and lapping his jism all up 
and into my mouth as if it were a life-saving vaccine. It all smeared on my 
face, making my mouth wet and dripping strings of his luscious sperm. 

I looked at Pat and saw that she, too, had a face full of come. We then 
laughed and kissed each other's wet face all over, spreading Roy's slimy, 
thick come onto each other's mouth and eyes and cheeks. We finished it off 
by licking his hot come off of each other's face, as our heads hovered just 
over Roy's collapsed cock. He both then fell, myself hurt and Pat exhausted, 
and our faces splashed in the pool of come that was spread all over his 
balls. 

We fell asleep from the thick smell of Roy's come, as it touched our faces 
wetly throughout the night. 

CONCLUSION. 

Debbie's parents didn't even notice that she hadn't returned home that 
evening, thanks to the fact that their party lasted 3 days in total. Debbie 
is now happily married, living off of a cut of her father's income. 

Although you know that she can often be found meeting Pat in front of Roy's 
spook house, she one day plans to take her husband along with her. 

 CASE HISTORY SIX 

SUBJECT: Maddy K. AGE: Twenty-two 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Miss Maddy (short for Madeline) K., from Miami is a slender but quite 
attractive young woman. She is of a good height for a woman, had long, black 
hair and small but very appealing breasts. She had an earthy quality to her, 
whatever that means, and I could see that she had been put through a lot. 
She entered, and finally exited, my office crying. Reliving her bittersweet 
past was something that she obviously hated to do. 

And so why she did it, I could never figure out. t 

Well Doctor, it all started with my sister. 

She was older than I, with a better understanding of the ways of the world. 
She had always gotten more than I, both from my parents and from life 
itself. I was always kind of jealous of this fact, and I would sometimes let 
it show. 

I've always adored the movies. I believe that films can set your soul free, 
you know what I mean? I mean, look around and you'll notice the overwhelming 
fact that the world sucks hard, especially the small piece of it that's 
called Miami! The only thing to do late at night is either fuck or sleep, 
which sounds like fun, but I ask you, who do you know that fucks every 
night? Now I see that you've gotten my point. 

Well, what this is all leading up to is that I happened to be sitting in a 
movie theatre, as usual of course, on a Friday night, watching a Shit Flick, 
or a movie so bad that it's laughable, entitled "The Mad Bomber." I loved 
those shitty movies you see, and there's a part where the Rapist, who is 
known only by the Bomber, is jacking off while looking at some porno movies 
of his wife. Honest, it's really in that movie! Just as he comes, his little 
projection room blows up, it being another sight of the Mad Bomber. 

Well, the entire movie had been so offensive to anyone who wasn't a complete 
deviate, that 

I finally burst out laughing! I laughed so loudly that I farted, which was 
really embarrassing! I had become just as low as the Bomber, simply from 
watching the movie! 

Just at that moment, I happened to turn around for some reason, I suppose to 
see if anyone had gotten a snoutful of my cheesy wind. My smile faded 
immediately as I found myself gazing into the face of one of the most 
handsome young men I'd ever seen in my life! He wore glasses, and had thick 
dark hair and a beard. He looked at me as I stared at him, and smiled. My 
heart almost melted when I saw that he had acknowledged me. Then my heart 
got a shock as I saw who it was that he had gone out with that evening. 

It was Barbi! My fucking sister! How fucking typical. I see something I 
want, and before I can even begin to approach it, I'm too late because she 
got there ahead of me! That cunt could really infuriate me at certain times 
in my life, and this was surely one of them. 

"Hi, Maddy!" Barbi sang to me, as a big grin fit over her puss. She put a 
wet arm over the young man's shoulder, and I could smell her B.O. one row 
away. "This is Al!" 

Al smiled again, as I finally got a chance to say hi to him. I then turned 
back and finished the movie in a silent fury. Incidentally, the Bomber blows 
himself up at the end of the movie, as the camera lingers on his headless 
body, pon which only is attached a big, bloody bone where his head used to 
be. Talk about a scum movie! 

I tried to avoid my big sister on the way out, but seeing as how she was in 
the next row, it was of course impossible to do. "I hear you're into movies, 
Maddy," said the pretty penis, as Barbi grinned moronically. "Maybe we can 
all get out come night." 

I glanced at my sister, who gave me some serious, keep-away looks. "Sure!" I 
said, as I gave the cute Al a grin, then walked up the aisle all alone. I 
was tired of getting fucked over by Barbi. 

Well, time when on and Barbi and Al saw a lot of each other. She would spend 
entire evenings over at his apartment. My folks were always extremely 
liberal, which is why they never cared that much. 

But Al and I would speak on occasion, whenever he was waiting at our house 
to pick her up, or if I happened to meet them someplace in town. Al loved 
music almost as much as I did, and we had many of the same records. 

One night he asked me over to listen to the new Steely Dan album. I freaked 
out a bit, but naturally raced on over. We listen all night, and spoke about 
each other and what we wanted out of life. He was very friendly and he made 
me feel secure just by being with him. 

One night, at about one in the morning, there came a knock on his door, and 
who was standing there but my sister! She flipped out, dragged me out to the 
car and warned me never to hang around with Al any more, and that she would 
beat the shit out of me if I did. 

I told her that it was all very innocent, but of course she never really 
believed me. After she had gone, I went back inside to speak with Al. He was 
very upset that she had come over at all. 

"You know," he said, sitting down beside me on an old couch in his living 
room, "your sister gets to me sometimes. She is very demanding, but then 
again she will fool around behind my back. I can't understand her reasoning. 
All is not going well with us." 

I could see that he was being quite sincere, and I reached out and touched 
his hand, telling him that I was sorry for the shit my sis was putting him 
through. I don't want you to think that Al was a pussy or anything, he was 
just a very sensitive young man, and I think that that's very attractive 
nowadays. 

We sat there in the darkness of the evening, feeling the cool breeze blowing 
in his open window from the outside. It was very sexual then, simply to be 
sitting and holding hands with this guy, the man that I never thought I 
would ever get to know when I first met him. 

He seemed to feel the same way, for he gripped my warm little hand tighter. 
He turned toward me and gave me a sweet smile, which made my heart warm 
inside my little chest. It felt right, being there with him, as if we were 
two old friends who had been through a lot together. And in a way we had, 
since much of his beliefs on life were very similar to my own. 

That was when he leaned over and kissed me. It surprised me for a minute, 
but I naturally loved it! I immediately closed my eyes and kissed him back. 
I was sorry that my lips hadn't been wet, so I stuck out my tongue to lick 
them, and found that it slipped into Al's mouth quite easily! His mouth was 
very warm, and when his tongue touched mine, I got a beautiful, full feeling 
in my body, as if nothing could ever hurt me as long as he was by my side. 

I sat there and kissed his warm, wet lips. There was nothing shameful in his 
kissing me, nothing that he was doing just to feel my soft, young lips. It 
was a friendly kiss, and one that said, "We're in this life together, so 
never fear, I will always be with you." He pressed his moist lips upon mine, 
and my head was becoming a trifle dizzy with joy. 

I suddenly felt very bad about it, though, as if we were fucking behind 
Barbi's back. I pulled away and said, "What about my sister, Al? I feel like 
we're using her, or something." One thing that I always knew I wasn't was a 
home-wrecker, or the cause of a relationship to break up. 

"Listen," he said, "I've got to tell you something. From the first night I 
saw you, I've wanted to be near you. To speak with you, and laugh with you. 
I can tell when someone shares the same interests as I do, and it showed 
immediately when I first laid eyes on you." He was looking me straight in 
the eyes, and I knew that he meant every word that he said. 

"But I still feel like I'm coming between you and Barbi," I explained to 
him, which only made him grip my warm little hand even harder. 

"Believe me," he answered, "there's nothing for you to come between. I knew 
that she wasn't what I wanted almost from the start. I only think I stayed 
with her now just so that I could get to you.".He gazed at me deeply. 
"Maddy," he said as he eyed me so intensely that it almost frightened me, 
"you are the young woman I've been waiting my entire life for. I truly 
believe that now! And I don't want you to get away from me!" He then stood 
up, giving me a bear hug that simply radiated warmth throughout my entire 
body. I believed every word he had told me, for I could tell in our 
conversations that, given a different situation, we would've very easily 
fallen deeply in love with one another. I felt as though I'd known him for 
my entire life, as I now stood wrapped in his arms. 

He then pulled away from me slightly and gave me the biggest and wettest 
kiss I'd ever recieved in my little life. Only a man who loved you dearly 
could kiss you with such burning passion, I thought, as I became engulfed in 
the sweet warmth of his strong body. He pressed himself against me hard, and 
I felt as though he was never planning on letting me go. 

I gave in, not being able to hold back my hot desire for him. I wrapped my 
arms around the back of his head and kissed him back passionately. I crammed 
my tongue deep into his mouth, as I licked the wetness on his teeth and 
gums. My head was spinning, so good did it feel to be in his arms, planting 
wet French kisses on his hot mouth. It felt just as though we were truly 
meant for each other, as our saliva spilled into one another's mouth. I 
sucked his thick tongue deeply into my mouth, sucking his spit into my 
throat and tasting his succulent mouth, nice and satisfying in its wet and 
warm ambiance. 

I then pressed my heated groin against his own. My eyes popped open in front 
of his face as I felt his hard cock against the crotch of my jeans! It was 
so tall and thick that I felt like coming right there in my pretty panties, 
but I didn't want to look eager. 

"I'm sorry," he said meakly, nodding down at his stiff prick as it stood in 
his pants. "I hope you're not offender." He looked at me with puppy-dog 
eyes, so sincere were his words. 

"Not at all!" I proclaimed quietly. "As a matter-of-fact, I'm very 
flattered!" I closed my eyes and pressed my wet lips against his own again. 
The sensation came-back to me just like an old friend. 

He kissed me back, as I felt his hot cock once more against my covered cunt, 
which I could feel was seeping juice at the hardness of his cock being 
pressed up against me. I almost felt faint, as I began to want Al very much, 
my desires being stirred by his growing manhood. 

He kissed my wet mouth with longing, as he ran his warm hands through my 
hair, making my scalp tingle with excitement. I loved the feeling of being 
caressed by him, and I pressed my entire body as close to him as I could, 
wanting him more with each passing moment. 

"I love you, Maddy," he said, and I believed him. I loved hearing those 
words, and I licked out the inside of his steamy mouth with my aching 
tongue. I wanted him so badly I could've exploded. I was feeling my come 
oozing out of my crotch and slowly dripping down my thighs. 

He then slowly slipped his hand into my loose shirt, and gripped one of my 
small but definately sensitive tits. His hand on my tit was warm and 
inviting, and I could feel myself coming some more. He squeezed my chest 
flesh as he crammed his long, wet tongue deeper into my mouth, licking and 
sucking on my tongue. He pinched my nipples one at a time, and I came in 
cool, wet streams down my pants. I pressed his hand closer on my breasts, 
just letting my jism flow over my clothes and stain my panties and jeans. 

He then reached down with his other hand and put my hot palm onto his thick 
cock as it stood to meet me in his pants. I almost swooned with desire for 
him, feeling his wonderful prick and rubbing my knuckles against the stiff 
shaft of his long tool. He continued to play with my sweet nipples as I 
rubbed my fingers and palms against his erect penis, making my cunt ache for 
him to touch me down there, where I'd never been touched before. My pussy 
was dripping wet as I latched onto his hard rod and reached further down to 
touch his hot balls. I couldn't believe how very much I wanted to experience 
Al carnally. His prick was making me come in little rivers just by messaging 
it, and also by feeling his fingertips pinch my blooming nipples as they 
crowned the tips of my tits. 

"Oh I love you, too!" I promised him, as I squeezed his hot nuts through his 
pants. He was driving me crazy with his touch. His gentle warmth flowed 
through his palm and into my full nipples. He squeezed them lovingly, and it 
was as if he were squeezing the come out of my pussy when he did it. It was 
a great feeling for me, and one that I truly loved. 

"I'm gonna make you feel it," he said, as he sat me down upon the couch 
again. This time he gently undid my zipper and brought my jeans down my 
milky thighs and finally onto the floor, where they slipped off of me with 
wet ease. I could feel my come smearing down my bare legs, as Al took off my 
soiled panties and rubbed my pussy hairs, wetting his fingers from the 
moisture that had seeped from out of my begging pussy. 

He then put me, bare-cunted, into his lap, where he spread my legs apart 
wide and proceeded to run his figers over the wet lips of my outer twat. I 
could feel a tingling sensation passing through my entire lower body, as he 
rubbed the moist mouth of my cunt with loving hands. His strokes were gentle 
and smooth, as he tried not to hurt me. 

Next my new lover opened up my shirt totally, exposing my lovely little 
breasts to his hungry eyes. He then stuck his finger inside of my twat, and 
that hurt a bit, and came out with my juice on the tips of his fingers. He 
then slowly spread them over my bursting nipples, making them wet and shiny 
with my love juices, as he smiled at my happy face. 

"I love you, now and forever!" he said, and he bent down and touched the 
tips of my tits with his moist tongue. I squirmed as he licked my come from 
off of my nipples, as I produced even more jism from my pussy. He simply 
reached down and brought up more, which he spread from one small hill to the 
other, making a stream of my come between both of my hard nipples. He then 
ran his tongue along that stream, eating my come juice and sucking on my 
precious nipples whenever his mouth arrived at them. 

"Oh, I adore you, Al!" I panted, the come flowing out from my cunt like a 
leaky faucet. He wet his whole hand in it, as if it were a cool mountain 
stream, then licked his fingers above my face for me to see. It was so 
erotic it was making me come non-stop. I loved this handsome young man, and 
I knew that he never wanted to lose touch with me, so to speak. He knew just 
how to make my pussy water, and he savored my water on top of that. 

I grabbed his head and popped his mouth back onto my pointy nipples, which 
became hard little nuggets inside of his lips. He bit them and played with 
them between his clean white teeth, as he tickled my pussy with his two 
strong fingers on his right hand. He had me right where he wanted me, and my 
clit had risen to the grand and wet occasion. 

"Oh, Al," I told him, "make me come in rivers! Make my come flow down your 
palm and onto your strong arm. I love to be loved by you!" I leaned back in 
his left arm and let him handle as much, and in any way, as he wanted, 
loving the touch of his fingers on my wet, little clitoris! 

"Love you, baby," I said softly, as the hurt swept into my pussy slowly. His 
tingling of my clit was going to make me come any minute, of that fact I was 
very sure. I held on to his head, cramming my tits up and into his mouth, as 
my come started to flow rapidly from out of my swollen pussy, his fingers 
moving faster against my rough clit. 

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" I cried, as I relaxed my pussy muscles and felt a 
great load of jism rush out of my cunt, like water from out of a dam. He 
kept tickling my sensitive clitoris, which caused me to squeeze more juice 
from out of my precious pussy. My hips convulsed in hot waves, and my 
nipples stood tall and hard inside of Roy's wet mouth. He sucked and bit 
them as he stimulated my clit up to the breaking point. I felt my come 
flowing down my bare legs in slick sheets. My juice was thick and sticky. I 
pressed my boobs into his wet mouth and moved them against his tongue, 
letting him lick them as he cleaned out my cunt, draining it of all the come 
I'd had in me all of my life. 

I then sunk into his wet arms, as he kissed me and held my wet body closer 
to him, loving me through his caresses. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Barbi still saw him after that, though she no longer stayed with him 
overnight. I had fallen deeply in love with him. 

I had felt very badly about that night. Although I hardly ever got along 
with my sister. 

I never wanted to break up her relationship with anybody. 

I wouldn't do that to anyone. 

But, it all really became that much harder later on. 

I remember one time, shortly after the first night I came with Al, when I 
was speaking with Barbi as she was getting dressed to go out with him. She 
was packing her tits into an evening gown, when I entered the bathroom to 
wash my face, having just come back from running. 

"You know something," my sister said to me, "the last night we were out 
together, Al made me come thirty times in a row! Can you imagine, thirty 
times? She was smiling as she admired her boobs in the full-length mirror, 
prissing herself up for yet another wet night. 

I hated myself for it, but I was really jealous! I knew that he was fucking 
her in a desperate attempt to convince himself that possibly he really did 
feel something for her, and I was sad that the cunt he had been fucking 
wasn't my own. You see, I'd have never fucked him while he was still seeing 
Barbi. That's a ridiculous fucking situation! 

As the weeks passed, however, she finally confronted me with the big 
question: Was I fucking Al?I told her truthfully that we liked to talk all 
night, and that he hadn't banged each other since he was still going with 
her. I didn't mention the moments of wet foreplay, however. 

I told her that I love him, which stopped her cold in her tracks. She looked 
like she was trying to fit all the pieces of a puzzle together, and that she 
really didn't know how it would come out. 

One month later, Al stopped picking her up. He told me that they had both 
agreed to cool it, believing that they really weren't all that right for one 
another. He said that he felt very badly about hurting my sister, but that 
now he believed more than ever that they were not meant for each other. 
Things became very quiet around the house after that. Barbi never spoke to 
me and, sensitive asshole that I was, I felt very down by the fact that she 
didn't want to talk to me! All my fucking life I've felt as though I've owed 
the world for my state of existance, like I was always to blame for 
everything that happened all around me, which I believe I got from being 
dominated by my sister when I was very young. 

Never the less, we weren't speaking. She didn't actually act poorly towards 
me, she just acted as if I'd taken away something that she wasn't good 
enough to get in the first place. She might of resented me, but she knew 
that none of it could be called my fault. 

It took a minute before it hit me, but then I realized just what it had all 
meant. Al broke up with her because he wanted to, and he had naturally been 
the one who had initiated their dissolving actions. He had finally found out 
exactly who he wanted to be with him for the rest of his long life, and it 
hadn't been my older sister. 

It was I! He was all mine now! I thought about what it would be like, being 
married to Al and having his babies, then having to face Barbi during the 
holidays. The situation was so fucked up in my mind's eye, that I couldn't 
really believe it was happening this way. But who was I to look a gift cock 
in the mouth, and one that I loved at that? So I quietly picked up some of 
my clothes, especially a change of clean panties, and sneaked out of the 
house. I felt my heart pound and my pussy tingle as I made my way over to 
Al's place. 

All of my guilt had finally left me, and I felt no shame in considering Al's 
stiff penis, or what it would be like to lay beneath his erect cock, feeling 
it love and pump me. It was all so pleasant a daydream, that I felt as 
though I'd been given a real gift from God, which was in fact just the case. 
I hurried to his door, my crotch growing hotter by the minute. 

"Hello, true love," his sweet voice said, as I had finally reached his 
apartment door, finding him there. He seemed as though he had been waiting 
all along for me to come, so to speak. 

I rushed into his joint, and threw down my clothes upon the couch. I was 
ecstatically happy, and I turned to face him, smiling as I ran up and threw 
my warm arms around his super body. He kicked the door shut with a foot, 
then held me in that lovely bear hug of his. His great warmth seemed to leak 
through my lovely little chest. 

"You're finally all mine!" I raved. "I can't believe that we have each other 
all to ourselves at last!" I looked him in the eyes and planted a big, wet 
kissy on his mouth. His lips reminded me of a blossoming flower, so soft and 
sweet wer hey to the touch. 

"You're the woman I've waited for my whole life long," Al said as he 
squeezed me tight, "so I figured I could wait a few more days. And now you 
see that it's all been worth it!" He kissed my mouth, sending his tongue 
into my head hole to lick my wet gums and suck sensually on my tongue. He 
tasted the flavor of my mouth as he explored the dark cave of my jaws and 
tongue. His tongue in my mouth was like a rabbit running through a forest. 
He held me and lifted my feet off the ground, pressing his wet chops onto my 
face. He licked my hot lips and squeezed my shoulders with a loving embrace. 

Al then pulled my warm body away from his slightly, as he brought his face 
up to mine. "I want to make you the happiest young woman on Earth!" and he 
actually lifted my entire body up off of the ground and cradled me like a 
little baby. 

Al stood there and gently rocked me in his arms, or at least I thought he 
was, as I'd shut my eyes and rested my hot head against the crook of his 
arm. It was such a peaceful feeling to have him hold my body gingerly. I 
felt as high as the clouds. 

"You are my little girl," he said softly, "and I love my little girl." I was 
finding it very erotic, lying in his arms and listening to him speak to me, 
with my eyes closed, like a little girl. I smiled up at him, as I opened my 
eyes. Al looked to me like an angel, his face grinning back down at mine. He 
was very strong, I thought, to be holding me for so long a time. 

I looked up at him in the strange silence, slowly coming to realize that my 
time for being a little girl had finally come to an end. I felt a bit sad, 
knowing that soon he would be entering his massive manhood into my warm and 
wet hole, causing me to change for the rest of my life. 

Al then slowly walked me into the bedroom and put me down on the bed. I 
watched as he turned off the lights. The room was then illuminated only by 
the thin beam of light coming into his sexy bedroom. He smiled at me 
pleasantly as he turned off the last lamp. 

"Now you become a woman," Al told me, as he started to remove his clothing, 
watching my eyes scan his young, firm body. I laid back in bed and settled 
down, drinking in his limbs with my eyes. 

Al took off his shirt teasingly, not like a woman but as if he had been 
planning to do this for months. His chest was -lined with modest muscles, 
and his hairy tits looked quite inviting there in the dim light. He let his 
shirt drop to the floor. 

I was not at all afraid, as his presence had made me feel safe and warm. It 
was so good to finally be in his bed! 

He slipped off his jeans, revealing a large bump in his clean underwear. I 
stared at it with lust, running my tongue over my lips. I spread my legs 
apart on the bed, feeling very hot but comfortable. I was getting into his 
naked body, a piece at a time. 

I then decided to take some of the initiative as I stood up by the bed. 
Standing in the semi-darkness, I began to undress for Al's enjoyment. I 
wanted to tease him lovingly. 

I slowly unbuttoned my shift, as I saw his eyes licking the long strip of 
skin between my petite breasts. He sighed as I took my shirt out of my jeans 
and stood before him, trying to look as delicious as I could. I took the 
ends of my shirt and opened them along the smooth flesh of my boobs, 
stopping just before I exposed my nipples to his hungry gaze. His cock was 
very stiff, and looked to be crammed into his underwear as he stood before 
me. 

Next I unzipped my jeans. Stepping out of them, I put my hand to my crotch. 
I felt the slight wetness between my soft thighs, as I rubbed lightly on the 
mouth of my panties for my man's sake. My cute tummy was peeping out from 
between my shirt ends, as it parted open a bit on my chest. It made me very 
wet to be teasing my man like I was. 

Al closed his eyes and exhaled softly. I could tell that I was quietly 
bringing his sex drive up to a peak, as his cock was so hard it had almost 
peeked over the top of his drawers. He opened his eyes again, as we gazed at 
each other in mutual desire. 

"This is for you," he whispered, "and carefully slipped his hands into the 
sides of his bulky undies and slowly slipped them off his hard torso. The 
tip of his dick popped out of his drawers like an eel, followed slowly by 
his long, stiff shaft. It never seemed to stop growing, as he teased me with 
his hard prick, slipping out of his underwear a bit at a time. 

I felt the juice drip out of me while I rubbed my pussy gently with my 
smelly fingertips. The sight of his cock coming into my view an inch at a 
time was getting me so horny, I felt my tits burning up on my chest. My 
nipples were nice and hard, and they stood against my silky shirt. I was hot 
all over, and I blew some kisses in the direction of my new cock. 

I then slipped out of my loose and open shirt, letting it slip over my hots 
breasts and off of my shoulders, landing up on the floor in a soft pile. I 
raised my arms up into the air and pointed my succulent nipples at my lover, 
as I pinched them and pulled on them. I even made myself wetter, standing 
there in front of him and playing with my tits. I squeezed them and pulled 
them as far off of my chest as I could. They weren't very large, but I could 
sure feel pleasure racing through them as I fondled my own knockers. I saw 
that the more I played with them, the harder Al's cock stood between his 
legs. It was rough and pointed straight ahead toward my wet and waiting 
cunt. 

I then slid out of my wet pussy container, and dropped it to the floor. I 
stood in front of my Al, stark naked and proud. I gripped my tits and ran a 
finger up my twat, feeling the love juice escape onto my hand. I was making 
myself sick with desire, and my little heart pounded in my sweet chest. 

I laid down on his bed, pulling back the cool covers. I rec-lined with my 
head propped up on his pillow. I could smell his scent on the pillow, and it 
made me desire him all the more. I lay there with my legs spread wide, my 
pussy wide open for his inspection, as I stuck my tongue out in sweet 
vulgarity, straining it in the direction of his stiff dick. 

Al walked up to my warm form and played with his penis in front of my face. 
He knelt upon the bed and squeezed his balls, rolling them around in his 
hands as his dick stood straight up to the ceiling. I wanted so badly to 
lick his hard shaft, but he wouldn't let me, instead he chose to tease me 
further, running his hands lightly up and down his prick, as it seemed to 
dance in his hands. He gripped his nuts and held on tightly to his cock, 
obviously getting a lot of pleasure out of masturbating in front of my 
waiting lips. 

"Close your eyes, Sweetheart," Al told me, as I shut my peepers and sat 
against the wall, waiting for him to play his little game. I could feel heat 
through the darkness of my eyelids, as I parted my lips in a natural 
reaction toward the mystery that was to come. 

That's the moment that I felt the hot, soft tip of Al's penis kiss my lips. 
It had a slight drip of juice on the end that immediately crawled into my 
mouth and up my tongue. It tasted like a droplet of salt, and it was a 
lovely surprise to feel my Al's hot dick slip silently into my warm mouth. I 
kept my eyes closed, as it made the sexual aspect of sucking on his meat 
more exciting for me, not that I was lacking any in enthusiasm, of course. 

I sucked in my precious dick, taking it all deep into my mouth and feeling 
my man's heat pulsating throughout it. I call it mine, of course, simply due 
to the fact that it was attached to my lover, and whatever was his, was now 
mine. Especially his cock and balls. 

I touched myself as I moved my head back and forth along the pole of his 
manhood, sipping its occasion spill of juice into my mouth. My twat was 
oozing its own dreamy cream while I tasted the dick of my dreams. His thick 
shaft filled my mouth to capacity, as I closed onto it tightly with my moist 
lips, while sucking it in and out of my dark, wet mouth. His cock was 
sticking out of my orifice like a huge cigar, and I munched on it like an 
eternal hot-dog, sucking on him with relish. And it was delicious! 

My cunt was wet and dripping on the soft sheets of Al's bed. It felt so good 
to sit there and ooze come out of my pussy, knowing that it was becoming a 
small part of his bedroom. I fingered my clit until the come poured out of 
me like a lake falling over rocks, as I sucked on his meaty cock and chewed 
gently on the hardness of his manhood. 

Al then dropped all of his weight onto his knees, as he squatted in front of 
me and fucked me in the face, driving his hard shaft in and out of my mouth. 
My saliva spread from the tip of his penis all the way to his balls, where 
it dripped off in long, hairy strings. The movement of Al's dick over my 
tongue made my head swim and I pressed my fingers into my swimming clitoris. 
I was coming in gallons as his dick slid in and out of my head. He fucked my 
lips with a fever, as his balls would bounce up to hit my chin every other 
second. I sucked hard on his meat and gobbled up his prick with a passion. 

"Oh, I love to have you suck my cock!" Al moaned. "I love you to pump my 
meat in your mouth! It feels so warm and wet on your tongue! I love you, 
Maddy!" he said, while he pulled his pud in my mouth, my tongue collecting 
dozens of his come drops. I lapped them down my throat as I drank heartily 
from his hot cock, taking it lovingly into my mouth, again and again. 

He then reached down and slipped his fingers into my pussy. They slid inside 
of me so easily, just like my come had been butter. Al fingered my clit 
rapidly, which sent me into convultions of wet, sticky passion. I raised my 
twat up slightly, helping him to slide his hand way up my juicy cunt as I 
rocked my hips to the movement to his hand. He tickled my pussy button with 
love, and I pulled on his cock with my mouth. We were making each other wet 
and dripping with lust, as we finally let ourselves go and stimulated each 
other's organs and minds, for even then I knew that at least half of a great 
fuck happens in the mind. The more you feel for a person, the more you can 
come. Sometimes that's even true when the feeling borders on hate, though 
I've never really known anyone who had fucked someone that they hated. I've 
only heard it been said. 

"Oh baby," sighed Al, "I want to make love to you!" He then slipped his 
super wet penis out of my loving mouth, gently parted my thighs and stuck 
half of his prick up my cunt. I reached back and, holding onto the cold 
wall, pulled myself down further onto his cock, as it made its way into my 
twat with a moderate amount of hurting. It was my first dick, you know, and 
that can be some undertaking for a young girl. I was glad that I'd already 
come as much as I had, for my twat juices surrounded his prick and enabled 
it to slide fairly easily into my snatch. My heart was trying to punch its 
way out of my chest, as I sent my hot tits up into the air, my breathing 
becoming much more intense. 

Al pumped his meat in between my legs slowly, so as not to hurt me too much. 
I could feel that he was trying to break in my pussy a little bit at a time, 
though I could definitely feel a certain amount of dull pain, as my hymen 
was tearing open a bit at a time. 

"I love you, Al, Sweetheart," I told him, as I took his thick slab of cock 
meat up into my pussy. I was coming so much I couldn't believe it. The jism 
was running down my legs in wet sheets, and I tried to impale my cunt on his 
dick, though I didn't get too far, since it was starting to hurt like a duil 
throb. But it was nowhere bad enough to interfere with my enjoyment of 
fucking the first man I had ever really loved. He was like a rare jewel, and 
I wrapped my arms about his back and tried to squeeze some of the pain away. 
He fucked me carefully but firmly, as I finally took every inch of his cock 
into my pussy, as I latched on to his waist and held on for dear life. 

We fucked each other in the cool night air. His dick was incredibly full in 
my twat, our tongues sliding over one another as we Frenched our lips 
together in wild passion. I even lifted my knees into the air a bit, which 
eased a bit of the pressure in my pussy. I pressed my burning lips onto Al's 
as we tried to fuck the night away. But alas, neither my cunt nor his cock 
could take that much of a beating before something had to give. 

And it finally did when, after as much of his pounding of my virgin pussy as 
we both could take, Al whispered to me, "I want to come inside of you, 
Maddy! I want you to feel me come inside you!" He then emitted a short 
groan, and I felt his hot liquid splash inside of my moist cunt, as his come 
mixed with my own within the dark walls of my pussy. He pumped the muscles 
in his prick and shot gobs of his creamy love deep into my vagina, as I 
melted in his arms, his hot sperm seeming to put out a fire on my clitoris. 
It was pure ecstasy, feeling his come swimming in the ocean of my twat, as I 
kissed him deeply, our juices flowing out of my cunt and running down both 
of our legs. 

It had been a hot, wet, comey night for both of us, and I had lost little 
Maddy that evening, never to find her again. 

Life was wonderful after that, for both Al and myself, as we were hardly 
ever apart, our lives having joined as one when our come had mixed for the 
first time. I became quite adept at fucking, thanks to my newfound love, and 
we did it as often as was possible. 

We had seriously spoken of marriage, though I had been the one to have to 
bring up the subject. Eventually Al became interested in it as much as I, 
and I longed for the day when we were to be wed. I had asked Al on several 
occasions, but for some reason he never would promise a date. 

Barbi and I were even speaking, or something similar to that. She had said 
hi to me whenever we passed each other at home, but I wasn't there that 
often anymore, spending most of my time at Al's. 

Then one night, Barbi asked me how Al and I were doing together, which was a 
question she had never asked before. I looked at her strangely, but told her 
that we were very happy indeed. I never thought much about her 
inquisitiveness after that night. 

Until, one week later, I had entered Al's apartment to find him slouched 
over the couch, holding his head in his hands. He looked like he'd just been 
sentenced to die somewhere. 

I ran to him and asked what was the matter. He sadly told me that my sister 
had been over very late the night before, and that they had wound up in bed 
together, fucking all through the night! 

I couldn't believe it. When I asked him why, he said that he, for some 
reason he didn't understand, wanted to know if she still cared for him, 
because he wasn't sure if he still loved her or not. 

I walked out of there and never laid eyes on either of them again. Once 
again, I felt as though the world had taken a shit on top of my head. 

CONCLUSION 

Maddy K. took a long time to overcome her terrible hurt, both in her pussy 
and in her heart. It has made a permanent affect in her attitude towards 
men; a pessimistic one that she may never overcome. 

She now resides in New York City, where she writes porno novels for a 
living. And I have been told that, those nights when she has to work very 
late, she writes until dawn, when she doesn't have to walk home through the 
dark streets. 

 CASE HISTORY SEVEN 

SUBJECT: Janet L. AGE: Seventeen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Apparently these previous cases, or most of them anyway, had misunderstood 
my work. Mostly I've dealt with severely traumatized young girls who have 
been put through a horrendous sexual encounter that has almost destroyed 
their early lives. Most of the afore mentioned woman didn't have it nearly 
so bad in their first sexual lesson they apparently only wanted to share the 
experience with someone other than themselves. And let's be honest; I am a 
psychiatrist and as long as I get paid, what the fuck do I care? 

The following case is a classic example of the horrors that I am presented 
with from time to time. Janet L. was a lovely young girl. Her family life 
suddenly turned into shit, and her first fuck was ... Well, I'll let you 
read it for your own enlightenment. This is her story! 

Well Doctor, I guess it all began with my childhood, which actually was not 
so bad when I look back on it. 

I was a cute little girl, the pride of the family and all. My parents were 
always very proud of me, and I was a good student and tried to live a decent 
life, even as a child. 

My first father had died when I was only one year old. I often would sit 
with my mother and look for hours at old photographs of their wedding 
ceremony. He was really quite a handsome young man, and I remember always 
thinking about how, when I became married, I would wed a man who looked just 
like my father. He had always been a strong inspiration throughout my early 
growing years, and I always wondered whether or not he knew that. 

When I was about three years old, my mother remarried, hence the two 
"parents" I had mentioned at the beginning of our interview. He had been a 
sailor, and had big, thick-muscled arms and short hair. He always looked a 
bit funny when he would be out with my mother, I thought, but he loved her 
just the same. And he had always been good to her. Almost always, that is! 

Over the years, my stepfather would come home very late some nights, with 
the smell of booze fresh and heavy on his breath. I remember smelling it at 
the top of the stairs, when he would wake me up with his smashing of 
glasses, as he poured himself more whiskey after guzzling it down all night 
in some bar. It was as if he could never get enough. 

You see, Doctor, he was an alcoholic, a very ugly habit that he'd picked up 
during those long and lonely voyages overseas. He had been very good about 
keeping it all under control when he had first met my mother, who was a very 
pretty woman, but as I reached my teens, he'd started to hit the bottle 
again. I believe it was caused by some deep psychological want for him to 
get back into the ocean, and how he had come to resent Mama and me for tying 
him down on land. Or at least that is what the doctors told me, after this 
whole horrible ordeal had erided. 

You see, there was that final night, when he had come home more drunk and 
dangerous than I had ever seen him before. He had apparently forgotten where 
he lived and who he was living with, and he arrived in the house at three in 
the morning with a fucking whore on his arm! Or maybe it was just that he 
had stopped caring. He was walking her up the stairs when I ran up to him 
and asked him who the strange woman was he had come home with. 

Well, that was when my mother had come out of the bedroom, having woken up 
to he sight of another woman hanging onto my father, or stepfather I mean, I 
never want it thought that he had anything to do with me, or vis-a-vis. 

"Who the fuck is that? the whore asked my stepdad, as the reality of the 
fucked-up situation had slowly come back into his clouded mind. 

My mama naturally freaked out and yelled, "Who the fuck am I? Who do you 
think you are?" And then she ran down the stairs after the hired cunt, who 
had turned and ran out of the house as fast as her high heels could take 
her. I started to cry, knowing that something horrible was about to happen. 
I was fifteen years old, although now it seems like a hundred years ago. 

My father ran up into the bedroom just as my mom came back into the house. 
She was madder than I had ever seen her before, and it really frightened me 
to look at .her that way. 

"Get into your room," she told me, as she quickly followed my stepdad into 
their bedroom. I slowly walked back into mine, shaking as I went. I was now 
crying freely, too. 

There came very loud shouting and cursing from their room, with that asshole 
saying stuff to my mom like, I want a fucking divorce!" and "You can't tell 
me what to do!" I hated him then with all my heart, and I considered picking 
up the phone and calling someone, though I had no idea who I would call if I 
did. I slipped under my covers and sat, shaking like a leaf. 

I then heard a lot of commotion, as my mom had ran down the long flight of 
stairs and into the kitchen. My heart started to pound incredibly fast, and 
I zoomed down the stairs after her. I loved my mama a lot, and I wanted to 
be with her because I knew that she needed me then. 

That was when the drunken sailor entered the kitchen, in which I stood with 
my mother, who had picked up the longest fucking butcher knife in the house! 
He took one look at me by my mom and laughed saying, "Protecting your momma 
from me, are ye? 

Then his bloodshot eyes focused on my mom, as she stood holding the long and 
shining knife. His face turned into a red fright mask as he screamed, 
"You're going to kill me, are ya?" and charged for my mother, a look of 
absolute insanity on his face. 

He ran towards my mother as I shrieked! My high-pitched scream could be 
heard all around the block, or so I hoped! 

Mom and he struggled, as somehow, since he was much stronger than my mother, 
he had gotten hold of the long knife, and suddenly plunged it into my 
momma's ribs! He as if he didn't know that he had just stabbed my mama. 

"I hate you, you motherfucker!!" I yelled at the top of my voice, my heart 
pounding from the rush of gallons of blood flowing wildly through my veins. 
"I hate you!" 

And that was when he slowly turned to me, a blood-stained knife in his hand 
and an insane look on his face. 

I tried to scream again, but nothing came out. I could hardly breathe as I 
stood as if nailed to the floor. The only thing that made me finally come 
back to life was when the tattooed creep came after me! 

I turned and ran out of the front door, which, thank God, was still left 
open. I ran into the dark night, as I still tried screaming, but finally 
concentrated more on getting my breathing back to normal, which took a long 
time to accomplish. But as soon as I replayed the event in my head, I 
started crying all over again, not believing the horror of it all. 

I ran out into the dark street, standing in the middle of the road, almost 
wishing that I'd be run over, so that the nightmare would end. I walked 
quickly, constantly looking over my shoulder, expecting him to pop. out of 
the shadows at any moment. 

A pair of bright headlights hit my eyes, as I stood in front of them and 
flailed my arms wildly. They screeched to a stop, as I ran up to the door of 
the vehicle, which was a van, and started to cry again. 

"You've got to help me!" I cried, "something horrible's happening, and I 
want to get away from here!" 

The driver was a thin old guy who looked to be about eighty years old. "Why 
sure, honey," he said, with a shit-eating grin on his face, "why don't you 
just hop on in the back of the van? He pointed to the back doors, which were 
now opening to admit me. He seemed a little weird, but I sure couldn't 
afford to be choosy at that moment, so I ran around and hopped on into the 
back, just as the van started up along the road again. I quickly looked out 
the window at the house, but I could see nothing, and there was no sign of 
that violent fucker running down the street, so I tried to relax. 

Just as I wondered who had opened the back doors of the van, a light came on 
in the inside, brightening the back of the vehicle. There sat in front of me 
two of the scudziest guys I'd ever seen in my life! One guy had long, greasy 
black hair and the other wore filthy short, curly locks. They were both 
dressed in what looked like Salvation Army clothes and they stunk! 

I let out a little surprised yelp, then felt a bit embarrassed to have acted 
so grossed-out in front of them both. They just sat there and smiled sickly 
as Curly picked his teeth. The other one scrunched up his face and farted, 
as suddenly I was more frightened than ever before. 

The greasy-haired one brought up a camera from nowhere and said, "Pitcher," 
he then snapped my picture and waited for it to develope. When it did, it 
came out black as night. He then held out his hand and said, "Five dollars!" 

I didn't know what the hell was going on, but these fucking people were 
obviously crazy. It was very scarey for me to be there with them, and I was 
grateful when he finally stopped at an old farmhouse. 

I ran up to the driver of the van after we all got out and said, "I have to 
use vour phone! I've got to call the police!" I was beginning to shake 
again. 

"Well," said the old-timer, "we ain't got a phone, but if you wanna wait for 
about five minutes, my other son will be here and he can take you anywhere 
you wanna go." I then followed him as we all entered this old wooden shack. 
The grounds were covered by pigs and goats and shit. 

"You can just wait here, Missy," the old guy said, as I sat down on an old 
wooden upright chair. The entire interior of the house was like a 
slaughterhouse. There were chicken bones and feathers and all sorts of crap 
lying on the floor and upon this long table, which was centered in the 
middle of the room. It was a very freaky house. 

I suddenly wondered why they hadn't offered to take me in the van to the 
police station, when it finally occurred to me that I shouldn't be in this 
place. I quietly got up, since everyone had already gone into the back of 
the house, and headed for the door. 

My heart started to pound yet another time as I turned the doorknob and 
quickly flung the door toward me. I let out a yell as I stood face to face 
with a guy even uglier than the other two young men. 

I didn't know what to do, I knew that I had to do something. 

"Hey," he said as his breath smelled really something awful. 

"Just where do you think you're going? He grinned a near toothless grin at 
me. 

I suddenly felt I was in trouble. This must be the backwoods family I had 
read about. The family that had gotten so much publicity lately about being 
devil worshippers or killers or something like that. I was now scared 
shitless. 

Doctor, I know that this isn't making much sense, but I swear to you, it's 
the truth! These were members of a family who, for generations, had lived as 
lowlives and savages. I just hadn't realized how very far from town I had 
been taken in the van. 

I tried to run, but was caught by, I just now realized, the third son of the 
man. The other two had come out from the back and were throwing all the crap 
that was on the table down to the floor. I was much too afraid to ask what 
they were planning to do with me. 

One of the boys said, "Prime her!" as the other two ripped off the flimsy 
nightgown that I'd been wearing as I ran from the house. I was so frightened 
that my nipples were actually hard on the tips of my full breasts, which 
were bobbing up and down as they laid me flat down on the table. I was 
incredibly scared and my heart was going full force. 

"Nice tits!" mumbled the brother who'd just entered the house, and he bent 
down and squeezed my soft boobs, sending the nipples up into the air like 
two big eyes. He then clamped his mouth down upon the ends of my breasts, 
sucking them hare into his mouth and rolling my sensitive nipples around in 
his mouth. He was-disgusting, and the feel of his filthy mouth on my sweet 
breasts was enough to make me want to vomit. 

The other two boys iad taken off their clothes, and I stared at their dirty 
bodies in horror. I was still a virgin, and I was about to be raped by three 
grotesque animals. I was sure that I'd get an infection if one of them 
stuffed their cock in my crotch! 

"Pork her, boy!" said the one at my tits, as he then dropped his pants and, 
to my mounting horror, stuck his filthy prick into my mouth! He crammed it 
as far down my petite throat as it would go, and I almost gagged, both from 
the size and smell of his cock. He banged his hips into my head, as he held 
on tight to my pretty face and fucked my succulent mouth against my will. I 
tried to move, but the more I struggled, the harder he was on me. He shoved 
his thick cock way into my mouth, as my saliva dripped out from my tongue 
and off of his dick, all of which had now been crammed into my fighting 
mouth. 

I jumped in horror and shock as the two boys at my feet spread my legs far 
apart, and started tickling my vagina, getting the juices to come and 
wetting the pure lips between my thighs. I didn't want these fuckers fucking 
me, and I tried to scream but was blocked, of course, by a huge and meaty 
cock on my tongue. I was getting hysterical as they both played with my 
pussy, while their brother dripped his unwanted come down my throat. 

They pulled the wet lips of my virgin cunt apart, and then probed the hidden 
spaces of my pussy with their dirty fingers. It hurt me so much, having them 
cram their hands inside of my waist and move them around, feeling with their 
fingers like they were looking for something under a bed. Meanwhile, the 
third brother was stuffing his dong violently into my mouth. I could feel 
his come hot and wet as it touched my tongue in little droplets. It was 
making me sick, knowing that my loss of virginity would take place with a 
bunch of crazy maniacs. 

They had taken their hands from my pussy, and I was terrified of what was to 
come next, for I knew it would be all of them! I hated them as much as I 
hated my stepfather, and I could not believe that all of this was actually 
happening to me, and all in one night! 

I jumped hard on the table, as one of those bastards had jammed his stiff 
dick up my pussy! The fucking pain was immense, and I felt my hymen being 
busted and destroyed. I cried from disgust and incredible pain, as they all 
had their way with me, leaving me with no way to defend myself. 

While one of the scum brothers was dicking me in the face, and another was 
cramming his heavy cock up into my mutilated twat, the third son had dragged 
me down to the end of the table where he lifted my ass up into the air. 

No!! I thought, as I watched him spread the cheeks of my ass and ram his 
cock into my tight little hole there. I was fainting, as I housing two hard 
cocks in my body, one in my cunt and the other up my ass! The fucking pain 
was horrendous, and it made my entire body feel like a rag doll. They pumped 
their dicks into every orifice big enough to accommodate them. I became sore 
all over, while all three prick banged inside of my body with great force. 

I could feel the blood flow from my aching cunt lips, as the cock inside my 
pussy dug into me with deep probing. It flew in and out of my twat with 
fury, tearing away at my once-perfect vaginal walls and lips. I felt as 
though I had been stuck on two telephone poles! 

The other cock in my ass was hurting me even more than the one up my pussy, 
if that were indeed possible! My ass was raw and so fucking tight that it 
made my entire lower body feel like it had been run over by a semi! The 
tight spincter muscles around the mouth of my asshole were trying hard to 
fight off the anal onslaught, but it was all in vain. His cock was shoved 
all the way up my unbelievably tight asshole, and the hurt from my whole 
body was making my poor head spin in large and never-ending circles. My anal 
and vaginal cavities felt like they were completely plugged up with miles of 
throbbing cock. 

"Hey there, ass man!" said the dick in my mouth. "Get on over here and help 
me fill her purty mouth with our home-style milk!" The cock finally left my 
crying asshole and walked over to my mouth, where the two brothers each put 
a hand to my face, as they jerked off over my mouth. Their thick, slimy 
sperm shot out of their dicks and sprayed onto my face, and when I had to 
finally breathe, it all dripped down into my mouth, gallons of hot, steamy 
come being poured down my throat as I then felt the last cock shoot its wad 
onto my raw pussy lips and drip onto my smooth tummy, where it landed in my 
navel and dripped down the sides of my hips. 

I had become immersed in hot, salty sperm, and my body cried out for a rest. 
The tears flowed from my eyes, mingling the sheets of come on my face. 

CONCLUSION 

Well, the story of Janet L. is a horrible but true one, and she had 
sustained some slightly serious damage to her vagina and anus, though most 
of it has healed well. 

The bizarre brothers apparently knew that they could, not be caught, for to 
Janet's surprise, they had simply left her on the table after having their 
way with her, and she ran from the house, weak but determined, until she had 
found someone to help her in her terrible plight. She had gone back with the 
police the following day, but the family had moved away, leaving behind 
slitted and stuffed animals on the floor of the house. 

Her stepfather is now behind bars, and her mother, happily, has made a very 
good recovery from her wounds. She was heavily assisted by Janet, who was 
always there when she needed her daughter. 

Janet L. hardly leaves her house these days, and never speaks to anyone when 
she does. 

Yes, Janet was a victim of society, like so many girls before her. And 
sadly, so are many others every day, terrible recipients of today's free and 
easy sexual lifestyle. 

Janet never socializes anymore, but keeps to herself in dark movie theatres 
and lonely taxi cabs. She has no friends, not even women friends, and she 
goes to sleep at night with the light on, as her one and only companion, a 
white kitty cat named Fluff balls, sleeps with her at the foot of her bed. 

One week ago, Fluffballs left her room forever, leaving only a puddle of 
fresh piss on Janet's pillow to remember her by. 

Boy, that's so sad, isn't it? If I thought it would help, I'd fuck that poor 
girl in every orifice of her body. 

Life is like an armadillo, crammed up a young virgin's cunt. It leaves scars 
and sharp pains deep within the hymen of our existence, only to find a 
constant hurting on the clitoris of our lives. 

Wouldn't you agree? 

GENERAL CONCLUSION 

The busting of a young girl's hymen is a serious affair, and one that often 
leaves mental, as well as physical, scars. You have only begun to understand 
the serious ramifications of this act, one which should always be a gentle 
and personal experience. 

There are many women in the world, deprived of a natural, healthy sexual 
existance, due to a traumatic and painful meeting with a penis. We must 
never allow this to happen to our daughters! 

We have seen in the book that the first affair, the loss of innocence, of 
certain women has been a very painful and heart-rending thing, which is a 
terrible reality to face. 

There are also times when it has been a lovely, sweet and memorable moment 
in a young girl's life. Let us strive to produce the type of children who 
will be attracted by the kind aspect of early love-making. 

If I may say so, it touches my heart deeply to hear the sad tale of a woman 
who has lived through the darker side of post-virgin happenings. Women like 
these have entered my office by the dozens, and it grieves me to have to 
accept large amounts of money from women as unfortunate as these. I would 
gladly work for a mere pittance, if I could but support myself with it. But 
sadly, this is not possible. 

For we are psychiatrists, whose job it is to pave a long and smooth road of 
life from the asphalt of the mind, clearing the ground for a brighter and 
more prosperous America. 


THE END
