Swinging Parents - Their Willing Children
by Unknown 


"Like mother like daughter-Like father like son," are common sayings that 
illustrate our knowledge of the fact that parents undoubtedly exert the 
greatest influence on the growing child's personality. However, these maxims 
prove to be rather shortsighted insofar as they do not seem to take into 
consideration that different children respond differently to the same 
stimulii. 

This, perhaps, is the most important lesson to be learned from the following 
case histories. The common denominator among the patients cited is the fact 
that they had promiscuous parents. However, the way they responded to their 
mothers' or fathers' sexual behavior differed, depending on the personality 
and predisposition of each individual subject. 

For example, there is Debbie, sexually experienced but emotionally naive. 
"The problem doctor,is that it doesn't seem possible for me to find sexual 
fulfillment unless I'm doing it with more than one person at a time!" 

Or Pamela. . .the famous child actress who loved to go to bed with older 
men. "I lost my virginity at the age of eight.. .to my mother's lover." 

Or Dean. . .young and impressionable, he witnessed his father and mother 
having sex with a neighbor. Dean knew about swinging, but he had no idea 
what S&M games were all about. . .and certainly not that his mother and 
father played them. Could this have been the start of his compulsion to 
rape? 

The mind is a curious and fascinated thing. It can react in many ways. The 
degree to which we understand what alters normal development is directly 
related to the speed with which we will be able to isolate and cure 
emotional illness. 

 CASE HISTORY ONE 

Subject: Debbie D. Age: Twenty-two 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Although Debbie came to me for theraputic help well past the age where she 
would be considered a child, her problem, as so often is the case, turned to 
be one that originated early in her childhood and manifested itself sexually 
well before she had reached the age of consent. It is for this reason that I 
had chosen to include her case history in this volume dealing with 
adult-child physical relationships. 

Even before we had spoken, it was obvious to me that a great deal of the 
child still lived on in Debbie. As she timidly entered my office 

for her first visit it occurred to me that had I not already known her 
correct age of twenty-two, it would have been easy to mistake the young lady 
for a high school girl of about sixteen or seventeen. 

Debbie's long, auburn hair was parted in the center and fastened with rubber 
bands into pigtails behind her ears. She wore no makeup but the palest shade 
of lipstick and the expression of "poor little lamb" could not have been 
more applicable to anyone of my acquaintance. 

At my invitation she seated herself primly on the edge of a chair, smoothed 
her pleated skirt around her thighs and pressed her knees very tightly 
together almost as though she were unconsciously trying to protect what was 
above them. 

"What seems to be the matter?" I asked, when a few moments of silence had 
passed between us. 

The color rose quickly up to darken her cheeks. She cleared her throat and 
spoke in a barely audible tone of voice. 

"The problem. ... is a sexual one," she said. 

"Yes ... " 

"I mean ... it's a very special sexual problem. I'm afraid you're going to 
tell me that I'm crazy and have me put away if I tell you about it." 

"Not likely," I answered quickly, accustomed to patients thinking the very 
worst about themselves. "You don't seem like the violent or dangerous type 
to me. Are you?" 

I thought I saw the faintest softening of relief around the corners of her 
mouth as I said that. 

"No," she answered, still practically whispering. "I'm not dangerous ... 
that is not to anyone but myself." 

"In what way?" 

Debbie gulped visibly and stared at her folded hands. "The problem, doctor, 
is that I can't seem to enjoy ... well.....that is, it doesn't seem possible 
for me to find sexual fulfillment ... unless I'm ... doing it ... with more 
than one person at a time." 

Having forced out those words, Debbie sighed deeply and seemed to fall 
backward into the protective arms of the leather wing chair. 

"Well, doctor ... what do you say now? Do you think that I'm nuts?" 

I smiled, knowing from long experience that this was my cue to be reassuring 
which, at this point, I felt I could accomplish with honesty. "No, Debbie, I 
don't think you're nuts. In my profession I see many young women, such as 
yourself who have difficulties adjusting to the so-called norms of our 
culture's sexual behavior. I'm not here to judge you, though, but to help 
you to try and understand the origins of this behavior. That means, you will 
have to tell me about your sexual experiences going as far back as you can 
remember. Are you ready to begin?" 

For the first time since the beginning of the interview, Debbie's gaze met 
mine. I noticed an unmistakable glint of optimism there. 

"All right, doctor, I'll try my best." 

"That's all we can ask for." 

My first sexual experience, if you can call such a thing of sexual 
experience, was at the age of ten ... and it was as a peeping Tom. 

I had always had a problem falling asleep at night.. to this day, the 
slightest noise is enough to awaken me ... but on that particular night it 
seemed to be harder than ever to drift off because I kept hearing these 
noises coming from down the hall. Of course, thinking back on it now, those 
noises weren't so strange at all ... but to a ten year-old, the sounds of 
people in the midst of passionate lovemaking can be confusing and upsetting. 

After a few minutes curiosity overcame the fear I had first felt and I 
decided to tip-toe down the hall to see what was going on. 

I'll never forget it as long as I live, doctor. The lights in the house were 
out and the hallway was pitch black. I trembled violently as I made my way 
down toward where the sounds were coming from. I could see the shafts of 
light coming out from under the door and then, as I got closer to the room, 
the keyhole, also, became illuminated. 

The grunts and groans grew louder as I approached the bedroom. Sounds that 
seemed like painful anguish drifted out toward me and I wondered what could 
possibly be happening to my mother in there. 

Holding my breath and feeling the pounding of my own heart painful against 
my ribs, I closed one eye and squinted through the other to peek inside. 

The saliva caught in my throat and my mouth went dry at the sight before me. 

My mother was lying on her back in the middle of their double bed. Her 
nightgown was bunched up above her waist and her naked legs were spread 
wide, revealing a dark, triangular bush between her thighs. 

Roger, my stepfather, was also naked, on his knees between hers. His fingers 
were toying with a glistening pink slit buried in my mother's bush of hair. 
Each time his finger would disappear into the slippery opening, my mother 
would gasp loudly and arch her hips high up off the mattress. 

I could hardly believe what I was seeing right - in front ofKme. Naturally, 
I knew that there was a fundamental difference between boys and girls ... 
but this was the very first time that I had seen a naked adult, of either 
sex, and I found the sight startling and upsetting at the same time. 

Roger pulled his fingers out suddenly and sat back on his haunches. As soon 
as he had changed his position, I had a perfectly clear side view of his 
penis. 

It was huge and frightening for a ten year-old to gaze upon. Because of the 
opportunities I had to view the thing close-up, later on, I can tell you 
with certainty that Roger's organ was easily ten inches long and about two 
inches thick. Little did I know then, that such a scary-looking pole would 
be capable to giving me so much pleasure. 

Well, to get back to that night ... Roger had stopped fingering my mother 
and started to play with his own tool. My little eyes must have widened to 
twice their size as I watched him wrap his hand around it and start to jerk 
his thing back and forth. 

"Please, Roger.....darling," I heard my mother say. ... and even from that 
distance as I stood outside in the hallway, I could clearly see that her 
gaze was fixed on her husband's huge, throbbing rod. "Please," she 
continued, in a breathy tone of voice that was hardly recognizable to me as 
her own, "don't make me wait any longer. Please don't make me beg for it." 

Roger didn't answer right away. At first he seemed to be preoccupied with 
stroking his hard flesh. Then, suddenly, he leaned forward, slid his free 
hand up underneath my mother's bodice and squeezed her breast. "You're 
really ready, June, aren't you!" 

"You know I am," my mother answered, reaching down between her milky white 
thighs and sliding one her fingers into her wet slit. 

"Oh no you don't" Roger said, slapping her hand away and replacing it with 
his own. "I want you so hot and bothered you'll be willing to do anything." 

The expression on mom's face grew tense. "You know I can't. ... do that!" 

"Why the hell not?" Roger demanded, moving up on his knees a little closer 
to her while, all the time, waving his erect penis in front of him like a 
harpoon. "Come on, baby ... everybody does it now ... plenty of guys I know 
get blow-jobs from their wives." 

"Be quiet ... do you want Debbie to hear you?" 

"Don't give me that crappy excuse," Roger snapped. "You know the kid's all 
the way down at the other end of the hall. Now ... are you going to come 
across or do we call it a night?" 

"You wouldn't!" 

"Try me," Roger warned, and with that, he pulled his fingers out of mom's 
hole and started to back away on his knees. 

Mom's hand darted out and closed around his thick penis. "If I had known 
about this before we were married ... " 

"Cut the crap and put up or shut up, June," Roger barked. "It's been over a 
year already that I've been trying to get you to act like a woman should. 
I'm getting pretty tired of being turned down." 

"Okay." Mom's voice sounded very soft and sad. "I'll try. But I don't make 
any promises." 

"Yeah, yeah, I know all about it," Roger said as he rolled over onto his 
back and gave his tool a couple of rapid strokes before letting go. 

Mom crawled up onto her knees and changed positions with him, kneeling 
between Roger's legs very much like he had been doing moments ago. As she 
bent down toward his rigid penis, her thighs spread wide open and I had a 
plain view of her buttocks, her naked thighs, and the thick patch of hair 
between them. 

Her vagina seemed to gape wide open as she bent lower toward Roger's 
throbbing erection. Without thinking about what I was doing, I reached down 
between my own little thighs and started to stroke the hairless triangle of 
my ten year-old crotch. 

I'll never forget the shudder that passed through my body as I reached 
inside my pajama bottoms and pressed the tips of my fingers against my 
smooth vulva. For the very first time I experienced the electric charge of 
sexual excitement ... a feeling that I will never seem to have enough of if 
I live to be a hundred ... at least the way things have been going for the 
last couple of years. 

But to get back to my story. ... 

"Okay baby, kiss it," Roger ordered. 

Mother seemed to hesitate, her lips barely inches away from the head of his 
dick ... which was deep red and swollen with excitement. 

"I said kiss it!" he snapped. And with that, he twisted his thick fingers 
into mom's hair and pulled her head forward and down. 

She must have had to stretch her mouth all the way open to get the head of 
his thing in past her lips ... but it seemed that after only a fraction of a 
second she pulled back. 

"I ... I can't," she gasped tearfully. 

Roger just stared menacingly at her. 

Once again, mom leaned downward. This time, she puckered her lips and kissed 
the tip of Roger's dick. 

Roger groaned loudly. "Yeah, that's good ... don't stop, honey. You're going 
to get the hang of it now. Don't stop." 

I saw mom take a deep breath before she kissed his tool once again. 

"Lick it up and down. Make it good and wet." 

"Then will you ... " 

"Sure, sure. Anything you say. Just do what I tell you now. Lick it up and 
down." 

Mom extended her tongue and started to lap along the underside of Roger's 
heavily-veined penis. The more she licked the louder he moaned until, 
suddenly, he grabbed her skull with both hands and forced her mouth down 
over the tip of his stiff shaft. 

I saw the muscles in my mother's body tense as she tried to get away ... but 
her strength was no match for Roger's. Slowly but forcefully he pulled her 
head down further and further until his stiff dick had half disappeared down 
my mother's throat. 

He didn't let her go until she started to choke. 

"See, I told you it wasn't going to work!" my mother rasped, tears streaming 
down her cheeks as she fought to catch her breath. 

"I'm sorry honey," Roger crooned, in a tone of voice I had heard many times 
before when he wanted to get back on mom's good side. "It's just that I got 
so excited I got carried away. Come on back. I won't hold your head any 
more." 

"No ... I don't want to. Let's do it the regular way now." 

Roger clenched his teeth. "You heard what I said, June," he snarled. "You 
don't get yours until I get mine first." 

"That's blackmail!" 

"I don't give a shit what you call it. Now get down there and start 
sucking!" 

Mom's shoulders dropped and the strength of will seemed to leave her. 
Resolutely she bent back over and took Roger's dick in both her hands. 

"That-a-girl," he murmured, stroking the back of her neck while he arched 
himself up toward her parted lips. "Just take it all in." 

"You won't ... " 

"Of course not,. honey. I just want you to turn me on that way." 

"I couldn't bear it if you ... " 

"I already told you I wouldn't!" His voice was menacing as his patience 
rapidly turned to anger. "Now come on and get going, will you?" 

Mom moved her head downward, a little at a time. Inch by inch, Roger's thick 
tool slid from sight, burying itself deeper and deeper into mom's throat. 
When she had little more than passed the half way mark she stopped and held 
still. 

"Suck up and down it," Roger said hoarsely. "Take as much as you can. It 
feels so good." 

Mom obeyed. Slowly at first, and then a little faster, she sucked most of 
Roger's tool into her mouth. When she slid her lips back up toward the head 
of his penis, I could see her saliva glistening on the hard shaft. 

Suddenly, Roger thrust himself up at her, sending the entire length of his 
hard rod down mom's throat. 

She gurgled loudly and tried to back off, but he had passed the point of no 
return. 

"Take it baby ... I'm dumping my load ... swallow it all down your throat." 

Shrieking her despair, mom pulled her head back, but it was too late. Jet 
after jet of thick white liquid erupted from the tip of Roger's penis, 
splattering against mom's face ... dripping down over her eyes, her chin ... 
onto the top of her nightgown. 

"Pig!" she spat. "Disgusting pig!" She ran, crying, into the adjoining 
bathroom. 

Roger didn't seem to notice. Sighing loudly, he let the last of the fluid 
drip from his penis before he fell limp against the pillow. 

When mom came out of the bathroom, she was pale. 

"What brings you back so fast ... as if I don't know?" Roger said without 
looking at her. 

Eyes closed, he smiled smugly. 

"I'm sorry I said that," mom whispered. "I just couldn't stand having that 
stuff in my mouth." 

"So you spoiled it for me by running out in the middle, right?" Roger said. 

Even though I was only ten, I knew he was lying to my mother. The contented 
look on his face when he had finished ejaculating was obvious, even to a 
child. 

"Please, let's not fight anymore," mom said, smoothing her nightgown and 
moving toward the bed. "I did what you want ... Now let's do it the. ... the 
right way." 

Roger's handsome face twisted into a cruel sneer. "Are you kidding? After 
you louse it up for me you expect me to satisfy you?" 

"But Roger ... darling ... you know how badly I need some ... some release." 

"Then call Bob and Gloria." 

"What are you talking about?" Mom's eyes widened. "What do the neighbors 
have to do with this?" 

"Don't play dumb with me," Roger said. "I've told you a million times. Just 
say the word and we can have a nice little foursome going here. Gloria's 
been twitching her ass in my direction ever since we moved in." 

"You're imagining this." 

"I know a come-on when I see one." 

"That has nothing to do with what I need now." 

"I bet she knows how to suck a cock." 

"Rog, I forbid you to talk to me that way!" 

Roger rolled over and pulled up the covers. "Forbid all you want, baby. I 
just made a decision. No more nookie for you until I see Bob's shaft sliding 
up your pussy." 

"Wouldn't that bother you?" 

"Are you kidding?" Roger sat up, grinning from ear to ear. "I'm not going to 
be sitting around doing nothing while that happens, you know. While Bob 
screws you, Gloria's going to be sucking me." 

"Over my dead body!" Mom sobbed. 

Roger jumped up and pulled mom down on the bed."Well see how dead that body 
is," he said, chuckling as he slid his hand up between her thighs and 
started to stroke the hairy patch there. 

"Oh Roger ... yes ... I want you inside of me. I need to feel you there ... 
" 

"Bad enough to say yes to the Bob and Gloria scene." Mom hesitated. 

Roger climbed on top of her and stroked his rapidly hardening cock until it 
was as stiff as before. Then he slid just the head of it into mom's crack. 
"What's your answer, June?" 

"Please ... don't torture me like this. You know how much I need you." 

"Are we going to invite Bob and Gloria over?" 

"Let's talk about it tomorrow." "Then well fuck tomorrow." "No, Roger, 
please ... don't move away." "Bob and Gloria?" 

"Yes ... yes.....damnit ... any thing you want." 

"That's my girl," Roger said, his voice rich with victory. "I knew you'd 
finally see things my way. Now, take off that damned nightgown and open up 
that pussy ... " 

Debbie was shivering as she concluded the episode. I gave her the time she 
needed to regain her composure before I spoke to her again. 

"I know that was very difficult for you to tell me about," I said, smiling 
as I stood up behind my desk. "But now you've made the first ... and the 
hardest step toward getting to know about yourself and why you are the way 
you are. Next time, we'll continue and you can tell me about how you, 
yourself, got actively involved in sexual activity. You will come back, 
won't you?" 

It took a few moments but Debbie managed a weak smile. "Yes, doctor, I will. 
I hate to stop a story in the middle." 

"Till next Tuesday, then ... at noon?" "Thank you. I'll be here." 

INTERVIEW TWO 

As with so many patients who feel that the secrets they have to tell must 
necessarily be the most horrible in the world, Debbie became much more open 
and relaxed in subsequent visits. Having gotten over the first major hurdle 
of confiding her problem, she was able to relate, in candid detail, the 
sexual events that contributed so acutely to her current distortions. 

At the second interview, she proceeded to describe her mother and 
stepfather's involvement with their neighbors, Bob and Gloria. 

I guess I don't have to tell you, doctor, that once I had gotten over the 
shock of seeing a man's large penis slide completely and pleasurably into a 
woman's vagina, I became obsessed with the subject of sex. 

Each night, alone in my room, I would slide my fingers down between my 
thighs and stroke the smooth lips of my vagina, revelling in the new 
wonderful sensations that the contact was producing in my body. 

Naturally, since I was only ten years old at the time, my vaginal opening 
was very tight and narrow, and I wasn't able to put more than the very tip 
of my finger inside. Still, what I had seen and heard seemed to open up a 
new world of sensation and interest for me, and I could hardly wait for the 
opportunity to catch my mother and stepfather in the act again. 

Little did I know that the next time I saw them, they were going to be with 
Bob and Gloria ... doing all the things that Roger, my stepfather, had 
insisted upon. 

I can't say for sure whether or not it was the first time that the foursome 
had made it together. Thinking back, it probably wasn't, because, as I 
remember, they all seemed to be pretty relaxed together and sexually 
familiar with each other. Except, of course, for mom, who remained somewhat 
prim through the whole thing. 

But then, I'm getting ahead of myself again ... 

It was about a month later on a Saturday night. I had been home from school 
the previous day; in bed with a sore throat. But by that time, I had trained 
myself to listen for any conversation between my mother and stepfather that 
had that "special" tone of voice to it ... a sound that would tell me I was 
about to be treated to another sex show. That day, lying in my bed, I heard 
the unmistakable strain of argumentative voices coming from downstairs. 

Naturally, I tip-toed out into the hallway to listen and find out what was 
going on. And did I get an earful! 

"I'm telling you Roger, we can't do this with the kid right upstairs. It's 
one thing to have them over and carry on when Debbie's at a friend's house 
for the night. But to do it like this ... right out in the open ... it just 
isn't right. I'm going to phone them and call the whole thing off." 

"Gome on, June. You're making a big thing out of this for no reason at all. 
The kid's not going to hear anything. She'll be fast asleep up in her room." 

"At eight-thirty in the evening?" 

"Well then, she'll have her T.V. set on ... or the radio. How is she going 
to hear anything with all that noise?" 

"What if she comes down for something to eat or drink?" 

"Tell you what," Roger said in a tone of voice that I had come to learn 
would always win my mother over to his point-of-view. "How about if we don't 
start doing anything until we're sure she's fast asleep. And then we can use 
the guest room down here instead of our bedroom upstairs. Will that make you 
feel better, honey?" 

"Come on, Roger ... please ... how am I supposed to be able to think 
straight when you're doing that?" Mom giggled softly. "Roger! Come on! 
Anybody could walk into this room!" 

"So what? We're married, aren't we?" 

"Later ... please." 

"With Bob and Gloria?" 

Mom laughed again. "I don't know why I let you talk me into these things ... 
" 

"Because you love it," Roger said, his voice confident, as usual. 

The long silence that followed told me that he had gotten his way, once 
again. 

Needless to say, I had no intention of falling asleep until I had found out 
everything that was going on. I could hardly wait until our neighbors came 
to visit ... because I knew exactly what I was going to do in order to "help 
things along." The conversation I had overheard had given me the clue. 

It must have been about eight-thirty in the evening when Mr. and Mrs. 
Arthur-Bob and Gloria arrived. 

As soon as I heard the doorbell ring, little goosebumps of excitement broke 
out all over my body. I turned the radio on to a station that was playing 
rock and roll music, hopped into bed, pulled the covers high up over my 
shoulders and closed my eyes, waiting. 

I didn't have to wait long. In a few moments, there was a soft knocking at 
the door to my bedroom which, of course, I didn't respond to. Then, I heard 
the doorknob turn and the sound of my mother whispering. "She must be 
asleep." 

"It's amazing how these kids can sleep with the music blaring like that," 
Gloria answered. "Maybe you should turn it off so it doesn't wake her." 

"No, don't do that," Roger cut in quickly. "Debbie always keeps the radio 
on. If you turn it off I think that would disturb her." 

"Yes. ... Roger is right," mom said, picking up the cue. "I'm sure she'll be 
all right. Sleep is the best thing for her." 

"Whatever you say," Gloria's voice faded into the hallway. 

And a moment later they were all on their way back downstairs. 

Do I have to tell you that the minutes seemed to go by like years while I 
waited for what I considered a safe time to make my next move? I certainly 
didn't want to be caught out of bed because I knew that would spoil 
everything. So I just forced myself to Wait ... and wait ... until I thought 
it was safe to venture from my bedroom without being spotted. 

I couldn't hear anything until I was half way down the stairs to the 
livingroom. But then, when I finally did pick up the sound of their voices I 
realized, with relief and excitement, that the "party" had already adjourned 
into the guest room. Feeling more confident, I continued down to the first 
floor noticing, on my way through the livingroom, the half-empty liquor 
bottles and dirty glasses littering the tabletops. Then, as if to dispel the 
last of my doubts, the high-pitched wail of Gloria's drunken laughter 
bubbled through the air. 

Thank goodness that old colonial houses have old colonial doors with huge 
keyholes. As soon as I took up my position with one eye closed, I had a 
perfect ... and shocking view of the activity in the guest room. 

The large, four poster bed was littered with naked or near-naked flesh. 

Mom was on her back, nude except for a half slip that was pushed up under 
her breasts. Bob, who was Gloria's tall, blonde husband was lying next to 
her, licking her bare nipples with his tongue while he stroked the soft 
flesh of her inner thigh with his thick fingers. 

On mom's other side, Roger was stretched out wearing nothing but his boxer 
shorts. His eyes feasted on the sight of Bob making love to my mother. He 
didn't say anything, he just lay there and stared at the two of them, eyes 
wide with interest. 

Gloria was seated at the edge of the bed, next to Roger, and was in the 
process of unhooking her brassiere. Her huge breasts suddenly tumbled free 
and I could see the enormous deep red nipples, as large as half dollars. Now 
she, too, was stark naked except for her panties. 

At that moment Roger, without taking his eyes off mom and Bob, reached out 
with his left hand and cupped one of Gloria's big boobs in his palm. Gloria 
threw her head back and laughed loudly again and I could see the motion of 
her breasts bobbing up and down with each movement of her body. 

She turned around in Roger's embrace and crawled onto the mattress beside 
him. Murmuring something that I couldn't make out on the other side of the 
door, she extended her arm and started to rub slow circles on Roger's hairy 
belly with the tips of her fingers ... moving slowly downward toward the 
waistband of his shorts. 

His penis hardened quickly inside his underwear and in a matter of moments I 
could see clearly where a large bulge had appeared in his crotch. Gloria, 
apparently, was aware of the same thing because she reached down quickly and 
caressed the stiff mound with the same kind of fondling motions that Roger 
was using on her bare breast. 

My own trembling fingers now found their way into my pajama bottoms and I 
started rubbing my little vagina in tempo with the motions of Roger's 
fingers on Gloria's nipple. As I watched, I saw the tip of her breast get 
harder and protrude from the soft flesh around it. Inspired, I touched my 
other hand on my own, flat little chest, caressing the nipple and softly 
pinching my own skin. 

Miracle of miracles. I felt the most fantastic sensations tingling through 
my flesh and I shivered from head to toe, caught up in.the sensuality of my 
young, inexperienced body awakenings. Suddenly, my attention was drawn back 
to mom and Bob's side of the bed, because mom started to moan loudly and 
buck her hips. Bob was sliding his fingers in and out of her slit rapidly 
now, and the motion seemed to make my mother go wild with delight. 

That was when Roger leaned over toward Bob and said, loudly enough for me to 
hear, "Come on, Bob, give her a good boff. You can take it from me that 
she's good and ready for it now." 

That seemed to be all the encouragement that Bob needed for a second later 
he was sitting up in the bed, exposing an enormous hard-on to my view. 

Mom reached out and curled her fingers around Bob's tool. She started to 
stroke it rapidly up and down, the way I had previously seen her do it to 
Roger. 

Bob rolled over on top of her and forced her legs wide apart with his knees. 
Mom raised her legs to make room for him, positioning herself so that her 
crotch was upturned in his direction ... right in the line of fire, so to 
speak, of his stiff dick. 

Her hand was in between their bodies and she guided Bob's prick into the 
deep, pink gash between her thighs. Bob's muscles stood out hard in his skin 
as he braced himself for a moment before plunging his stiff poker into my 
mother's soft, willing body. 

Both Bob and my mom groaned loudly as the contact was completed ... and that 
seemed to be the cue for everyone to go absolutely wild. 

Gloria crawled up over Roger, positioning her body above his so that the 
crotch of her thin, pink panties was swaying barely inches above his face. 
At the same time, she unsnapped the top of his shorts and parted the fly 
front wide. 

Roger's huge, stiff dick popped out into sight, purplish-red with the veins 
sticking way out from the flesh. 

Gloria seemed fascinated by the sight of Roger's enormous tool. She licked 
her lips until they gleamed while, at the same time, she stroked his hard 
flesh-caressing him all the way from the mushroom-shaped tip of his prick to 
the hairy globes of his balls. 

Then with one lightning-fast motion, she swooped down to his crotch and 
swallowed the entire length of his penis into her throat. 

Gloria's long, red hair temporarily obscured the sight of Roger's prick and 
balls as it tumbled over his crotch while she sucked him. Again and again 
her head bobbed up and down and I shivered, knowing that she was taking 
every last inch of Roger's giant tool down into her throat. I wouldn't have 
thought that such a thing was possible if I hadn't seen it with my very own 
eyes. 

Somehow, despite all of the activity and cramped quarters in the bed, Roger 
managed to work Gloria's panties down over her hips and off her legs. The 
patch of curly hair between her thighs was every bit as red as the hair on 
her head. 

Roger placed his hands on the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks and spread her 
wide open. 

Then, he extended his tongue and I watched it disappear into Gloria's 
vagina. 

It seemed to drive Gloria nuts. She moaned and trembled and started to work 
double-time, sucking Roger's prick all the way into her mouth. As she worked 
6n him, her hands forced his shorts down his legs and he kicked them the 
rest of the way off. 

Now, everyone was completely naked. 

Mom started to yell something that I couldn't understand. She wrapped her 
arms around Bob's body and dug her fingernails into the hardness of his 
back, making long dark grooves where she raked his skin. 

She seemed to be moving twice as quickly as Bob, throwing herself up and 
down, again and again until suddenly, she held her body high off tiie 
mattress for a moment ... and then collapsed. 

"Don't tell me you finished already ... I can hardly believe it!" Bob said. 

"I'm sorry," mom answered, and her voice sounded very weak and far away. "I 
just couldn't help it. I tried to wait as long as I could ... " 

Suddenly, Gloria released Roger's tool from her mouth and looked over at my 
mother. "Don't let it bother you, honey," Gloria said, sounding somewhat 
amused. "Bobbie's always been a late comer if you know what I mean. 

I've had the same problem with him for the last ten years." 

"Now be reasonable, Gloria," Bob answered. "I can't help it if it takes me a 
little longer than most guys." 

Gloria leaned over and kissed her husband on the cheek. "No need to get 
touchy, sweetie. Good old loyal Gloria will take care of it ... as always." 

At first, I didn't realize what she was talking about but it only took a few 
moments for everything to become perfectly clear. 

As mom pulled herself up from the mattress and slowly walked around the room 
gathering her clothes and getting dressed, Gloria repositioned herself 
between Roger and her husband. Neither of the men seemed to object as she 
moved them this way and that on the bed ... arranging their bodies just so 
... until Roger was straddling her breasts and Bob was in between her legs. 

Now, on her back, Gloria had both men exactly where she wanted them. She 
took Roger's penis into her mouth and started to suck on it. At the same 
time, she spread her thighs wide, offering her exposed vagina to her 
husband. 

Bob, his prick still rock-hard, wasted no time moving to where he wanted to 
be. In a moment, his fierce erection was buried to the hilt between the 
curly red hairs of Gloria's crotch. 

Nobody seemed to pay any attention to my mother now. It was as though Gloria 
had become the center of attention ... which, in fact, she was. 

And it was obvious, even to me, that she was having herself, one hell of a 
great time. 

After a few moments, the three of them seemed to have found a common rhythm. 
As Bob slid into Gloria's vagina, Roger thrust his penis into her mouth. As 
Bob pulled out just to the head of his penis, Roger eased himself almost out 
past Gloria's lips. 

Gloria's hands were underneath Roger's thighs now. With one hand, she 
caressed Roger's hairy balls. With the other, she rolled first one nipple 
and then the other between her fingers. All the while, she was bucking her 
hips up and down on the mattress, her motions getting faster and more 
frantic with each passing moment. 

I remember being particularly impressed with the way it seemed that both of 
those strong, virile men were worshipping Gloria's body. They seemed almost 
to be captives of her flesh ... for, without her, neither one of them would 
have been able to reach the intense height of arousal that she had brought 
them to. 

Poor mom had failed in every way. Even though Bob had screwed her, she, 
herself was so pent up that she couldn't hold out long enough for him to be 
satisfied. And, needless to say, she wasn't able to give her husband the 
same kind of ^thrilling time that Gloria accomplished with such ease while 
she had been sucking Roger's prick. 

They went on this way for another couple of minutes ... each man burying his 
penis again and again in Gloria's wildly-gyrating body. And as Gloria 
gobbled Roger's tool all the way down into her throat she lifted her legs 
even higher so that Bob could plunge more deeply into her glistening, 
pink-lipped vagina. 

It was Bob, surprisingly, who spoke up first. "I'm almost there, baby," he 
grunted, and slid his hands down under the soft cheeks of Gloria's ass. 

"I'll just need another couple of seconds," Roger grunted, thrusting his 
powerful loins forward even faster and harder than before. 

By way of answering, Gloria wrapped her arms around Roger's middle and 
seemed to pull him even more deeply and willingly into her mouth. 

At the same time, she captured Bob's torso between her thighs and held him a 
willing prisoner with her legs. 

All three of them started to groan and cry out, almost at the same moment. 
Their bodies rose and fell as one, lifting high off the bed then plunging 
downward again and again with what seemed like enormous, bone-crushing 
force. 

And then, suddenly deflated, they fell away from each other and stretched 
out on the mattress, spent and exhausted ... but obviously happy about what 
they had accomplished. 

It was at that moment that I looked over toward where my mother was standing 
... leaning against the wall because there was no room for her on the bed. 
She was staring at the three people who looked almost as though they were 
sleeping on the mattress. She didn't say a word, but she didn't have to. 

The tears were spilling down her cheeks. 

And nobody was aware of it but me. 

This seemed like a perfect place to end the interview. For a moment, I 
thought about pointing out to Debbie the true meaning of her own words when 
she expressed the adulation she'd felt both men were experiencing toward 
Gloria ... but then I decided that it might be more meaningful if I helped 
her toward the insight of how she had personalized her childhood impression 
by acting it out in adult sexuality. 

I hadn't forgotten, of course, that she had told me of her problem being the 
inability to find sexual satisfaction with only one bed partner at a time. 

Our next interview, I decided, would be spent talking about Debbie's own sex 
life..and how it had become what it was 

INTERVIEW THREE 

"Pretty wild story I told you last time, wasn't it, doctor? ... ! mean about 
Gloria taking on those two guys at the same time. ... and the way she did 
it." 

I knew right away that Debbie was testing me. And actually, I was glad. She 
was about to tell me about what she, herself, had gone on to do. By asking 
me to judge Gloria, she was actually asking me what I would think of her if 
she were in Gloria's position. 

We were already making progress. 

"Gloria isn't very different from many women who have strong needs and 
feelings. She just acted them out differently than most. She needed help. 
She needed love. ... perhaps more than any one single man could give her." 

Debbie considered my answer for a few moments before speaking up again. "Is 
that what you think is at the root of my weird behavior?" 

"I can't answer that until you've told me about that behavior in more 
detail." 

"Well, then I guess I might as well get right to it, doctor ... " I nodded 
and smiled reassuringly, pleased that Debbie had decided to trust me. 

"That's exactly right," I said, and sat back to listen while she spoke. 

The foursome between mom, Roger, Gloria and Bob went on for about three 
years, until the Arthurs had to move because Bob was transferred to another 
city by his company. 

By that time, I was getting into my teens and I learned that other kids were 
as interested in sex as I was. 

Of course none of them had the kind of experience of seeing their own 
parents having sex with other people ... at least no one ever talked about 
such a thing. But physical sensation and even desire wasn't so mysterious 
anymore and after awhile, I didn't think too much about what I had witnessed 
as a kid. 

Not until my junior year in high school, that is. 

At the age of sixteen, doctor, I don't think there can be anything more 
thrilling to a girl than to have a date with a college guy. At least in my 
crowd, that seemed to be the ultimate success that could be achieved. 

Fortunately, I was attractive enough to catch the attention of a couple of 
guys, one of whom was the older brother of my best friend. 

Unfortunately, that was the beginning of the problems that have brought me 
here to your office. 

To make a long story short, I had a best friend at school that year by the 
name of Linda. She was a great kid and we got along as though we were 
sisters. 

Linda had a brother of nineteen who was a sophomore at a fancy Ivy League 
college. Mort was tall and muscular with dark, wavy hair. His body was hard 
as iron. And he looked so much like Roger that they could have been 
brothers. 

Logically, I guess that should have been reason for me to hate Mort's guts 
on sight ... but strangely enough, I experienced just the opposite reaction. 
The minute I saw Mort, I knew that this was going to be the guy who was 
going to end my virginity. 

And to tell you the honest truth, I couldn't wait. 

I used to fantasize about him, doctor. I would lay awake, night after night, 
sliding my ringer in and out of my vagina, picturing what it would look like 
if Mort were slipping his thick penis in there. Of course, at the time, I 
had no way of knowing whether his penis was thick or not ... but I preferred 
to think that it would look exactly like Roger's did ... and that was more 
than enough to turn me on very strongly to the whole idea. 

Linda had been going out with one of her brother's friends at school for 
about three months. Time after time she would come back from a weekend at 
the university and spend hours telling me about what had happened. 

Like I said, Linda and I had become very close friends, but for some reason 
or other,her descriptions of her college adventures never included any 
details about sex. 

Finally, I worked up the nerve to ask her if she had been going to bed with 
David. 

For a moment, she just stared at me, not answering. Then, she dropped her 
gaze and her face grew pale. "No ... that is, I haven't gone all the way," 
she said. "I want to ... at least I think I want to ... but to tell you the 
truth, I'm scared to let him do it to me." 

I didn't answer. What could I say? How could I tell this innocent girl that 
if I had the chance to go to bed with a good looking college guy I wouldn't 
hesitate for a second. 

"It's funny that you brought that up," 

Linda went on, smiling a little sadly. "David and I had a big fight about 
that very subject, just yesterday. He didn't come out and say it in so many 
words, but I have the feeling that if I don't come across next time, he's 
going to drop me." She started to cry. 

I leaned over and gave Linda a hug, but all the time my mind was working at 
top speed. "Maybe what you need is a little moral support ... that is if 
you're so scared," I told her. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, if it would help any, you could fix me up with some guy at David's 
school and we could go up for a weekend together. Double date, you know? 
That way, if you got cold feet at least you'd have your best friend close by 
to offer a little encouragement. What do you think?" 

Linda took the bait. "Fantastic!" she squealed happily. "I'll ask Mort if 
he's got a date for next weekend. That is, if you wouldn't mind going out 
with your best friend's brother." 

"Sure. Why not?" I answered, telling myself that I deserved an Academy Award 
for the way I acted so casual and unselfish about the whole thing. 

And the plan worked. The next day, everything was settled. I could hardly 
wait. 

It seemed as though that week at school was an eternity. Night and day, my 
thoughts were centered on only one thing-having sex with Mort. I pictured 
the two of us in every conceivable position, doing all the things that I had 
seen done between Roger and mom and the neighbors. 

Little did I know then that I was about to embark on an adventure, the likes 
of which I would never forget! 

I'll skip the insignificant details. When Friday night finally came around, 
Linda and I were ready and waiting at her house a full hour before the boys 
were due to pick us up in David's car. I had all I could do to keep from 
biting my nails all the way down to my knuckles. In fact, I was so keyed up 
and eager that I actually felt grateful for Linda's constant, nervous 
chatter which saved me the trouble of having to make conversation while we 
waited. 

David had just gotten a new white convertible. He and Linda sat up front and 
their conversation was mostly about the new car and the parties and dances 
planned for that weekend at school. 

Mort and I were sitting in the back ... and I swear to you, doctor, we were 
on the same wavelength practically from the first moment. Two of a kind we 
were, Mort and me, and we knew it the second we looked into each others 
eyes. He wanted my body ... and I wanted his. All we needed was a place to 
be alone. 

For the time being, the back seat of that car would have to do. Fortunately, 
it was dark, and as I said, Linda and David were wrapped up in their own 
conversation. So, when Mort slipped his arm silently around my shoulder, I 
showed him my intentions by snuggling in very close to his body and letting 
the fingers of my right hand come to rest very gently on his thigh. 

He hugged me as close to him as he could without making the situation 
obvious to the two people in the front seat. Meanwhile, in the darkness of 
the back of the car, my hand was moving slowly up and down ... driving Mort 
nuts. 

I loved the feeling of making him squirm with desire for me. When, after a 
little while, he took my hand and moved it onto the bulging mound of his 
crotch, I didn't object in the least. On the contrary, the sensation of 
Mort's stiff dick under my fingers, and the knowledge that his excitement 
had been caused by me just seemed to stoke the fires of my own arousal. 

As I massaged his hard-on, feeling it stiffen even further and throb at my 
touch, my own body started to respond to our contact. I felt the tips of my 
breasts harden and a familiar, wonderful sensation was burning down there 
between my legs. 

Thinking back on it now, I wouldn't be surprised if the guy had the very 
same thing planned as I had, because instead of making arrangements for us 
to stay at one of the dorm buildings, they had rented a motel room within 
easy driving distance of the campus. 

That evening was a combination of ecstasy and torture for me. ... and for 
Mort. We were forced to go through the motions of dinner and then on to the 
fraternity house dance. But all the time, we both knew what we wanted ... to 
be together in bed. 

It's strange how a person can shed every last inhibition all at once. Maybe 
I was ready.., or more than ready, actually. At the frat house the liquor 
was flowing and the place reeked of grass. I drank and smoked as though I 
had been doing it all my life. Fear of repercussions never occurred to me. 
Actually, the combination of booze and marijuana only served to increase the 
awareness of physical desire throughout my* flesh. I loved it! 

Somehow, Mort managed to steer me into one of the upstairs bedrooms in the 
frat house. That took a little doing, since the second floor was the only 
place in the frat house where couples could have any real privacy ... so 
naturally, every bedroom was occupied. Nevertheless, we were, at last, 
alone. 

As soon as the door was closed behind us, Mort pulled me into his arms and 
crushed his lips down over my "own. As though I had been doing this all my 
life, I opened my mouth and accepted the full length of his tongue down into 
my throat, shivering with excitement as I pictured what else I was going to 
take down into my throat before the night was over. 

I offered no objections when his fingers started to wander, sliding down 
first to cover my breasts and massage the nipples through the thin material 
of my blouse. I was wearing no bra, so when Mort opened the buttons and slid 
his hand inside, I experienced the wild excitement of direct flesh-to-flesh 
contact. 

And right then and there I knew I was hooked on sex. 

I'm not going to try and cop out by saying that what I did next was because 
of the booze or the grass. I knew exactly what I was doing, doctor, and I 
was not out of control. 

Very purposefully and consciously, I started to rub Mort's crotch while he 
played with my breasts. As we tongue-kissed hotly there in the darkness, I 
found the tab of his zipper, opened his fly, and coaxed his thick tool out 
into the palm of my hand. 

His penis was like fire. The heat and urgency of it seemed to sear the flesh 
of my hand as I worked my fingers back and forth along the throbbing shaft, 
making Mort sigh and groan deep in his throat. 

Then, just as I had pictured in my mind a thousand times, I sank slowly to 
my knees, kissed the head of his thick penis and swallowed the length of 
that shaft all the way down into my throat without so much as gagging once. 

Actually, Mort was the one who was doing the gagging at that point, doctor. 
The sounds that were coming out of his mouth while I sucked his stiff dick 
sounded more animal than human. Each time I ran the tip of my tongue up and 
down the underside of his hard tool, his whole body would tremble and he 
would mumble. something inaudible. 

"Better watch out," he whispered after a few minutes. "You might cause an 
explosion." 

I then smiled in the darkness and didn't so much as miss one stroke. I knew 
exactly what he was talking about ... hell, I had seen Roger shoot enough 
loads into Gloria's mouth to feel like the world's expert on cocksucking! 
And to tell you the honest truth, I couldn't wait to find out what the stuff 
tasted like. 

I found out in a few more moments. Shoving his hips forward and burying the 
head of his dick all the way down in my gullet, Mort started to shoot jet 
after jet of hot, thick semen which I swallowed hungrily, loving every drop 
and drawing the last possible bit out of him with my eager, tireless mouth. 

I didn't want this to end, since my vagina felt as though it were burning up 
with the need to be filled. So I simply continued to suck on Mort's tool 
until it was rock hard again and he was once more fully excited. "Let's get 
into bed," he whispered excitedly, mirroring my own exact thoughts with his 
words. 

Without a second's hesitation, I released his rigid pole from my mouth and 
allowed him to guide me across the darkened room. Within seconds, we had 
both stripped off every stitch of our clothing, letting it all fall to the 
floor ... not caring about anything but getting at each other's hot flesh. 

We hit the bed together and wrapped ourselves up around each other, 
exploring each other's nakedness with hands and mouths. When Mort's fingers 
found the lips of my vagina, I was already dripping wet and panting for his 
flesh inside of mine. Reflexively, I spread my thighs as wide as I could, 
giving him full access of my waiting flesh. 

I've heard a lot of stories about pain and bleeding- and all kinds of stuff 
from other girls when they've been laid for the first time ... but let me 
tell you, it was like I had been waiting all my life for that very moment. 

The second I felt the head of Mort's prick parting the lips of my vagina I 
wrapped my legs around his middle and pulled him all the way into me with 
one lunging motion. 

We gasped at the same time, each of us loving the things we were feeling. 
The sensation of his stiff dick stretching the virgin walls of my vagina was 
the most wonderful feeling I had ever known ... far better than anything I 
had imagined all those nights, alone in my bedroom. There was no pain, no 
discomfort at all ... just the wonderful feeling of Mort inside of me, 
driving me wild with rapidly-building excitement and pleasure. 

After what seemed like only a few minutes, Mort exploded inside of me, 
sending gallons of hot, sticky liquid high up inside of my body. I tried my 
damndest, but I just wasn't ready yet ... and even though I was glad he had 
come, I couldn't help experiencing a little disappointment because I hadn't 
achieved an orgasm of my own. 

And then Fate did its kinky number on me. ... 

Not two minutes after Mort had come inside of me and was fighting to catch 
his breath, the door of the bedroom opened arid two people slipped inside 
the dark room. It wasn't until the door had closed and we were in pitch 
blackness again that I recognized the voices ... David and Linda! 

Mort grabbed my hand and squeezed it ... telling me without words not to 
make a sound..hoping, I guess that they would neck for awhile and then 
leave, without ever knowing that we were in the room. 

It didn't work out that way. Standing where we had been before when I went 
down on Mort, Linda and David got into some heavy petting. I could tell what 
was going on pretty much because I heard Linda objecting to when David would 
try to take off some of her clothes. 

"No, David ... please ... don't do that. I feel like I'm going to pass out 
any minute. The whole world is going around and around ... " Linda's voice 
sounded thin and high-pitched. She was stoned out of her mind. 

"Why don't we lie down on the bed?" David didn't sound much better. ... but 
it -was obvious that his sex drive, if anything, was stronger because of the 
stuff he'd been drinking or smoking. 

"Oh no you don't," Linda answered. "I know what you're going to try to do if 
I get into that bed." 

"Honey ... you promised." 

"No I didn't I said maybe. Maybe yes ... maybe no." 

There were two beds in the room. Linda broke away from David, and I heard 
her stumble through the darkness. Then the creaking of the mattress on the 
other side of the room was quickly followed by the sound of deep, steady 
breathing. 

Linda had passed out. 

I don't know what happened to me, Doctor, but when David followed her across 
the room and passed close to my side of the bed, I reached out and curved my 
fingers right over his crotch. He didn't say a word, just gasped softly in 
his throat and stood there, waiting to see what would happen next. Maybe he 
even thought it was Linda who had reached out for him in the darkness ... I 
don't really know ... but in a matter of moments, I had his prick out of his 
pants and down my throat 

David's prick was even bigger than Mort's and my mouth felt as though it 
were being irreparably stretched as I wrapped my lips around that stiff, hot 
flesh. Even so, I took all of him into my mouth and started to suck slowly 
up and down while David stripped off his clothes. 

I had no idea what kind of strange combinations occur at fraternity 
weekends, but Mort reacted as though this little three way scene were the 
most natural thing in the world. 

As I continued to slide my tongue up and down the hot length of David's 
prick, Mort moved in close behind me and started to rub the outside of my 
vagina. Without thinking twice, I spread my legs so that he could easily get 
his fingers inside me ... and as though we were following a script, Mort 
started to play with my clit while I went down on David. 

I knew exactly what I wanted then, and I lost no time arranging to get it. 
Wiggling my ass back and forth across the front of Mort's excitable body, I 
managed to work him up into a third hard-on. Then, I reached behind myself, 
captured his stiff rod in my hand and guided back into my dripping vagina. 

This was fantastic. Mort was screwing me while David was shoving his prick 
down into my throat, over and over again. The wetness and the heat and the 
excitement were combining inside my head to lift me far above any level of 
pleasure I had known in my life. I couldn't get enough man-flesh. I wanted 
both of them ... desperately ... needed to make the two of those guys come 
into me at the same time. 

And I did it As though I were the world's expert, I manipulated Davie with 
my hand and mouth and Mort with the motions of my body and the rhythmic, 
hard, inner contractions of my hot vagina. 

After a few minutes, I had both of them howling with pleasure as they shot 
gobs and gobs of hot sperm up into my vagina and down into my throat. 

And now, for the first time, I felt my own release exploding inside me ... 
shaking me from head to toe ... making me cry out and groan with the 
pleasure of violent, total release. 

Linda never found out about what had happened. The three of us decided that 
it would be the wrong move to let her in on our little "secret". She just 
wasn't ready for action yet 

But that didn't stop David and Mort and myself from getting together again 
... as often as we could manage it. I even managed to take both of them at 
the same time ... loving every second of getting screwed by two pricks at 
once! 

.....and that's the way it's been with me ever since, doctor. Sure, there 
are times when I go out with one guy and we have sex. But its never the same 
... never half as exciting as having two men going crazy over me at the same 
time. 

"What do you think? Am I hopelessly demented, or is there something that can 
be done about my need for threesomes?" 

CONCLUSION 

It was not too difficult for Debbie to come to understand the origins of her 
need for more than one man at the same time. By going over the impressions 
she had gotten as a child, watching her mother "losing out" while Gloria had 
the attentions of two men, Debbie was able to see what she was trying to do 
... how she was trying to copy what she had witnessed. 

At this writing, Debbie is happily married with two children and a third on 
the way. To my knowledge, the love of her husband is satisfying her needs. 

CASE HISTORY TWO 

Subject: Pamela T. Age: Thirty-three 

INTERVIEW ONE 

In certain aspects, this was an exceptional case. Pamela T. had been a child 
actress. She had made her first major motion picture at the age of nine and 
had continued with fairly great success until well into her teens. After 
that she had faded out of the public spotlight, except for occasional 
second-rate parts and an attempt at becoming a singer, which failed. 

I agreed to see Pamela at the urging of a professional colleague, a man whom 
I highly respect and admire for his work in medical research. This doctor, a 
man in his late fifties, had been having an affair with Pamela which ended 
when she took an overdose of sleeping pills and came very close to 
destroying herself. He felt that here was a woman with exceptional "! 
talents and sensibilities who, for some reason, seemed to be hell-bent on 
self-destruction. He told me that he knew her problem to be one of a sexual 
nature and that I would be best qualified to help her, since 
seuxally-related behavior is my specialty. 

I agreed that I would try. 

Pamela entered my office swathed in Russian Sable. Diamonds sparkled at her 
throat and lit up her wrists, but for all the trappings of glamor and 
luxury, it was immediately apparent to me that here was a woman who, though 
still quite young, had been through hell. 

What had obviously been exceptional beauty seemed all but obscured now by a 
hardness which an excess of make-up served only to intensify. She lit one 
cigarette with the butt of her last one, all the while she spoke to me. 

"I'm only here because your friend Henry insisted that I come," she began 
slipping out of her coat. Beneath it she wore a dress that reached no more 
than halfway to her knees ... exposing a beautifully-shaped pair of long, 
dancer's legs. "I don't need a shrink, doc. What I need is a husband." 

"Well, that certainly shouldn't be a difficult problem for you to settle," I 
answered, willing to fence with her for a few moments if that was what she 
needed to open the channels of communication. "Certainly, an attractive 
woman like yourself must know many young men who would be more than willing 
to marry you." 

"That's my problem!" she said, looking suddenly as though she were about to 
break down and start crying. "They're all too fuckin' young! I can't turn on 
to guys in their twenties or thirties. Even forty-five is a touchy age when 
it comes to getting my temperature up. I've got this thing for guys in their 
fifties and even older!" 

"Have you seriously tried to work out a satisfactory relationship with 
someone who is your contemporary?" 

Pamela laughed bitterly. "I guess you don't read the gossip columns," she 
said. "If you did, you'd know that I just divorced my third husband ... 
Tony. He was only four years older than myself, and it just couldn't work 
out. Like history repeating itself. It was the same with the two before him. 
They were close to my own age and I just couldn't stay interested. I always 
wound up fooling around with some older stud ... like your friend, Henry." 

"I see," I answered, knowing right away that this wasn't going to be an easy 
patient to deal with. "And what about this business of swallowing the 
sleeping pills?" 

"Well, it always worked before." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Whenever I felt boxed into a corner I would do something like that ... you 
know,. to get my way, and I always did. Only this time, instead of agreeing 
to marry me, Henry turned me over to you." 

"But Dr. L----is married. You must have known that." 

"I had my hopes." 

"Was it always like this with you? I mean, about your attraction for older 
men." 

"My first lover was fifty-two." 

"And how old were you?" 

Pamela paused and smiled ... the timing of an expert actress. "I was nine." 

I had all I could do to keep my eyebrows from shooting up toward the 
ceiling. "I think you'd better tell me about it," I answered, forcing my 
voice to sound normal. 

Pamela nodded. "Somehow, I knew you were going to say that." 

Then she leaned back and began one of the most bizarre stories I had ever 
heard. 

"Like mother like daughter" they say, Doc, and I guess that's why I started 
to "collect" older men. Mom was gorgeous, but she was too damned soft. In 
the head, I mean. She got herself knocked up by this high-school football 
hero of hers. Then, like a dope, she went ahead and married the guy. My 
father. 

Shit, I can remember hearing the fights between them before I was out of my 
crib. Mom wanted to have a decent home and bring me up like a normal kid. 
Chuck, my dad, just wanted to drink beer and screw. The result was that we 
lived like pigs, in poverty, and whatever mom could manage to save always 
went to some abortionist or, if dad found where she'd hidden the jar of 
money, it got spent at the local bar. 

Evelyn. ... she never liked me to call her mother or mom or anything like 
that ... always wound up supporting us. She waited tables and sometimes she 
even managed to get a weekend gig singing at one of the local gin mills. But 
soon, Chuck would show up and make some kind of jealous, drunken scene and 
that would be the end of mom's job. 

And then there would be another knock-down, drag-out fight between the two 
of them. 

I'll never forget those scenes as long as I live. Chuck would be plastered 
and into some crazy froth about some guy he imagined was making it with 
Evelyn. She would always deny it but he wouldn't believe her. Before you 
could count ten, he'd be belting her around the apartment and then it would 
always wind up the same way. ... he'd tear her clothes off and plough the 
shit out of her until he couldn't come anymore and had passed out. 

Neither one of them probably realized how much I was aware of, even though I 
was only a little kid. Hell, if I had five bucks for every time I saw Chuck 
screwing the daylights out of Evelyn, I could have supported the three of us 
for a hundred years. 

Anyhow, I guess Evelyn must have finally had her fill of that life because 
one day, without having said anything about it to me before, she packed my 
clothes and hers and, with Chuck out cold in the living room, we left the 
apartment for good. 

I was eight, and to a kid of that age any change is exciting. I didn't ask 
what was happening. I just held onto Evelyn's hand and walked around the 
comer with her. 

Half way down the block, a shiny new yellow Caddie Eldorado was parked at 
the curb. As soon as he saw mom, the driver jumped out from behind the wheel 
and hurried over in our direction. 

Stuart was tall and lean with shining silver-grey hair. He'd started out by 
waving to 

Evelyn, but as he approached us, his gaze fell on rhe and I knew right then 
and there ... even though I was only eight ... that this guy had a feeling 
for me like nothing else I had ever run across in my life. 

I didn't know the details until years and years later ... but as it happens, 
Evelyn really was screwing around a lot behind Chuck's back. I don't blame 
her for it a bit ... hell, she needed every buck she could get her hands on 
... and heaven knows she worked damned hard to keep a roof over our heads. 
Still, I guess when she would meet someone where she was singing and the guy 
offered her a few bucks for a session in the sack she couldn't afford to be 
too' particular. And as we all know, the older they are the more they're 
going to be willing to pay to bang a young broad. 

Stuart was a tenth-rate agent who was passing through town and heard mom 
sing one night. But to a desperate, frightened young woman like Evelyn he 
must have seemed like something straight from heaven. Who knows what 
promises lie probably made to her ... but whatever they were, they worked. 
Mom had agreed to leave Chuck and go to Hollywood with Stuart. 

I guess I was part of the bargain. 

If. Stuart had any second thoughts about being saddled with an 
eight-year-old kid they must have vanished the minute he laid eyes on me, 
because he couldn't have been sweeter to me, or kinder. He was exactly 
everything that Chuck wasn't. 

One of the things I remember clearly was the way he would get a stiff dick 
every time I'd sit on his lap. The first time it happened I thought it was 
kind of exciting and funny. But when I realized how easy it was to get my 
way with this guy just by rubbing against him and making him hard, I did 
everything I could to find a reason to be close to him. 

From a kid who had nothing but cheap shit and hand-me downs, I became an 
eight-year-old with two closets full of pretty clothes. Stuart couldn't do 
enough or buy enough for me. I guess I don't have to tell you what we had in 
mind all along. 

I only saw him having sex with Evelyn once and that was probably why I 
wasn't afraid of him. 

Stuart's apartment was a one-bedroom affair not too far from Hollywood Blvd. 
There was plenty of room for a bachelor, but when Evelyn and me moved in it 
sort of got a little crowded. Stuart went out and bought a sofa-bed for the 
living room and that's where they slept. It made sense of course, since I 
went to bed much earlier than they did, so sleeping in the living room would 
have been impractical for me. 

I had awakened one night and had to go to the bathroom. It couldn't have 
been later than ten or eleven because the T.V. was playing the news. The 
door to my bedroom wasn't closed all the way and it made no noise when I 
opened it. 

As I passed the living room, I stopped short. The sofabed was open. Mom was 
lying naked on it. Stu, dressed in his wine-colored silk bathrobe was 
face-down, with his head between Evelyn's thighs making loud, lapping 
sounds. 

Those weren't the only sounds I heard. Evelyn, her eyes closed and her head 
thrown back, was moaning and sighing and sounding like she was having one 
heck of a good time. 

Like any healthy, red-blooded eight year-old brat I stepped back into the 
shadows where I wouldn't be noticed and watched the whole thing. 

I don't think I understood it all, but I remember being very impressed with 
the gentleness and tender manner with which Stuart treated Evelyn. Even as 
he lay there, lapping away at her pussy he caressed her breasts and her 
shoulders softly-as though he really cared about her. Not at all like Chuck, 
who used to smack the shit out of her and draw a little blood before he tore 
into her snatch with that club he carried between his legs. 

The action seemed to go on for hours. A couple of times Stuart came up for 
air, but only for a moment. Then, he'd be right back down there, slurping 
away while mom's voice got raspier and more urgent. 

Finally, mom grabbed his head and seemed to pull it down real hard against 
her furry bush. She cried out for a long time and then a slow, satisfied 
smile started to creep across her face. It was obvious that she had enjoyed 
whatever Stu was doing to her. 

When mom started to cry out, Stu's hand went down into the folds of his 
robe. I couldn't see what he was doing there, but of course it's obvious 
that he was jerking himself off and shooting his load at the same time 
Evelyn was popping her own cork. 

And when it was over, Stu took mom into his arms and rocked her like a baby. 

I don't think I ever got to go to the bathroom, that night. I returned on 
tip toe to the bedroom, crawled underneath the covers and thought about what 
it would be like to have Stu put his tongue down there between my legs. 

It didn't take long for me to find out." 

It was necessary for me to end the interview at this point because of a 
shortage of time. Pamela agreed to see me again the following afternoon. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Unlike so many other of my patients, Pamela seemed to have very little 
difficulty relating the most intimate details of her early sexual 
experience. I wondered if, in some way, this were another kind of 
performance for her; not such an unlikely concept, given the fact that most 
of her childhood and adult life had been spent as an entertainer of one sort 
or the other. 

I decided to reserve judgement until I knew more about how the woman's 
mental processes worked. 

"You know, Doctor, something occurred to me, last night when I thought about 
the things I had told you. Do you think it's possible that at the age of 
eight I could have felt jealous because Evelyn was getting a special kind of 
attention from Stuart that I wasn't? It's kind of an off-the-wall idea, but 
I thought I'd ask you just the same." 

"I'm glad you did," I told her. "That seems like a perfectly logical sort of 
reaction for a youngster-especially a little girl who knew nothing about 
security at home. After all, don't you remember the point you made of 
telling me how tender and considerate this man seemed to be when he was in 
bed with your mother? You even said that when they had finished having their 
orgasms, Stuart took Evelyn in his arms and rocked her like a baby. Those 
were your own words, Pamela." - "Yeah ... they were, weren't they? Well, at 
any rate, I got myself in on the act without wasting too much time, after 
that." 

It happened about a month later, the day that Evelyn started working at the 
studio. Stuart, true to his word, had gotten her several auditions, but mom 
hadn't clicked with any of them. Still, somehow, through Stuart's 
connections, Evelyn had managed to land a job singing for background 
recordings. I think she used to be part of a chorus that cut the soundtracks 
for kids' animated films-you know, those fantasy things they used to make 
with animals in the forest who sang and angel voices and all that stuff. 

Anyhow, Evelyn was off to her new job, as excited as if she had a starring 
role in some big production. We all drove to the lot together, kissed her 
goodbye, and wished her good luck. Then, when she was gone from sight, 
Stuart turned to me and asked when I wanted to go that day. 

I think I knew what had to happen, doc-I really do-because without a 
moment's hesitation I answered, "Home." 

Stuart looked at me questioningly. "Are you sure, sweetheart?" he said. 

I nodded, positive of what I wanted. "I want to watch T.V." 

Stuart shrugged. "How about some Mexican food to go with the programs?" 

It was settled. Stuart had introduced me to the spicy, Spanish dishes and I 
had immediately become an addict. To this day, I burn my guts out willingly 
on chili peppers. 

Anyhow, we picked up the food and brought it back to the apartment. I can 
remember clearly how thrilling it seemed to have Stuart all to myself, for 
the very first time since Evelyn and I had moved in with him. It was like 
some kind of a special treat for me. ... being the center of his attention, 
with no one else to distract him. 

Ill say this much for Stuart Bromley ... for all his fifty-two years he had 
the spirit of an adolescent. No matter what time of day or night, he was 
always ready and willing to pick up and go ... to a show, to the beach ... 
any place. Not like lots of other guys who get tired as soon as the sun 
sets. 

I think it was his idea to have a picnic on the rug in front of the 
television set. At any rate, I remember all the food set out on the rug and 
the two of us digging in and giggling like hyenas about the silliest things. 

There was an old Tarzan movie playing. I remember that because I was very 
impressed ... or maybe 'excited' would be a better word for it ... by that 
half-naked man running around that jungle showing half the world just about 
everything he had inside that loincloth. 

Stuart was sitting on the rug, his back propped against the front of the 
sofa. When I had finished eating, I crawled in between his legs and leaned 
back against his chest. 

Right away, his thing got hard. I felt it stiffening and pressing against 
the small of my back. I also felt Stuart breathing getting heavier and 
hotter against my neck. 

Was I scared? Not on your life. I loved it. Pretending to adjust my sitting 
position, I wiggled my little ass back and forth before I finally settled, 
tightly up against his body. 

Stuart didn't say a word. As a matter of fact, we both played the same game, 
pretending to be totally absorbed in what was happening on the screen. 

What he did do, though, was to put his arms around me and give me a big hug. 
At the same time, he flexed his dick and I wiggled again, knowing that I was 
getting to him. 

"I think, maybe, we'd better sit on the sofa," Stuart said, all of a sudden, 
in a thick hoarse tone of voice. 

"Why?" I asked, pretending complete innocence. 

He got very flustered. "Well. ... I just think ... " 

I don't care what they say, Doc.:.I'm telling you that I knew exactly what I 
was doing ... and what I was doing was seducing a fifty-two year old man! 

"Who ever heard of sitting on sofas at picnics?" I said. And with that, I 
turned around facing him, straddled his thighs, and sat right down on his 
bulging crotch. 

Stuart's face turned beet-red and he stammered something nonsensical. I knew 
I had him 'in my power' so to speak, because I could feel his stiff dick 
throbbing and straining against my soft little tush. 

Not bad for nine years old, right? 

"This is fun," I said, wiggling around a little bit more and watching his 
forehead break out in a sweat. Then, giggling all the time, I leaned back 
and let myself fall onto the rug. 

Poor guy. He never stood a fighting chance. 

There I was. ... my ass was planted squarely over his stiff cock, my thighs 
were spread out across his, I was lying on my back, and my dress was half 
way up to my waist. 

I saw his eyes dart down and widen as he caught sight of the lace-trimmed 
little panties I was wearing. Skimpy things that I knew had ridden into my 
little slit ... barely concealing that tiny virgin hole. 

Stuart didn't say anything else. He swallowed deeply and placed one hand 
very gently on my knee. 

It was like electricity was suddenly shooting through me. I closed my eyes 
and sighed deeply and wiggled my bottom a little more to offer him some 
encouragement ... just in case he got any ideas about changing his mind at 
the last minute. 

I didn't have anything to worry about, as it turned out. Stuart's fingers 
continued to caress their way upward until they had reached the edge of my 
underpants. 

He toyed around with the fragile material for a few more moments ... and 
then, when I offered no resistance, he slid one finger under the lace. 

The sensation of his touch on my smooth little pussy was the greatest thing 
I had ever known. I could hardly wait to see what was going to happen next. 

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" Stuart asked, sounding like he was on the 
brink of laryngitis. 

"Mmmm," 1 whispered, smiling with my eyes still closed. 

**Would you like me to take those panties off?" 

Again, his cock stirred against my bottom. 

"Please. ... they're getting a little tight." 

Stuart's hands were trembling as he reached for the elastic waistband of the 
little panties and peeled the material down over my smooth tummy. I heard 
him gasp as my crotch was uncovered and the smooth lips of my tiny snatch 
were exposed to his line of vision. 

Gently ... very gentiy ... he traced the crack between my thighs with the 
tip of his middle finger. He continued to feel his way downward and back ... 
until his caress had found its way between the round cheeks of my ass and to 
the little hole hidden there. 

Remembering what I had seen Evelyn do, I arched my bottom upward and spread 
my thighs even wider apart. 

That was the last straw for poor Stuart. 

Sobbing deep down in his throat, he eased me back along the rug and then 
plunged his face into my little hairless crotch. 

He was an expert, Doc ... and let me tell you, I've had plenty of tongue up 
my snatch since then. But nobody ... nobody at all has ever been as good as 
Stuart. 

He started licking around my bellybutton and worked his way slowly ... 
maddeningly down. With his thumbs, he spread the lips of my little pussy as 
wide apart as they would go without hurting me. Then he stuck his tongue in 
there and started to lap like there was no tomorrow. 

The sensations I was feeling between my legs were fabulous! I kept my legs 
open as far as I could, knowing that Stuart wouldn't ever try to hurt me the 
way Chuck had hurt my mother when he fucked her so brutally. 

And I was right. 

All Stuart did was use his tongue ... but did he ever! Not just on my little 
pussy, mind you ... but all the way down the crack of my ass and into my 
asshole. It seemed like he had a never ending supply of saliva with which he 
kept me moist and tingling. 

As far as I was concerned, he could have gone on forever and I wouldn't have 
minded in the least. 

But, as you must know, the flesh can only take so much. I heard the sound of 
a zipper opening, and I had a pretty good idea of what was going to be 
coming out of his pants. 

When I finally saw it, I've got to admit that 

I was kind of surprised. I mean, it was so little! Much smaller than 
Chuck's. Just about the same size as one of my own fingers. 

Stuart took it in his hand and started to rub it back and forth. I could 
tell by the way he was moaning and shaking his body about that the pressure" 
of his fingers on his own dick was adding a great deal to his pleasure. 

Would you believe it ... I simply reached out, without a word, and took the 
man's cock into my little hand and started to jerk him off! 

Two seconds. ... that's all it took ... and he shot his load right into my 
hand. 

I didn't pull back or anything. I wasn't at all upset. As a matter of fact, 
I just kept rubbing his peter until he gently pushed my hand away. 

"I think we'd better get dressed now," he said, suddenly looking very 
sheepish." 

I just shrugged and pulled on my panties. 

That was the beginning. I repeated that little scene with Stuart every time 
the two of us could manage to be alone together. I never told my mom about 
it and I never felt ashamed. 

A couple of months later, Stuart told me that there was someone at a movie 
studio that he wanted me to meet. I don't know if the sex thing was a set-up 
or not, but it turned out that Stuart introduced me to a producer who also 
had a taste for little girls ... no pun intended. 

That's how I got into the movies. At the age of nine, I was spreading my 
legs for-himself! And let me tell you, that man was more than glad to see 
that I worked regularly in movies at his studio. He ate my pussy through 
every one of my motion pictures ... from the age of nine until I was well 
into my teens. 

And since then, anyone under fifty has never been able to be enough for me. 
What do you think, Doc ... am I a lost cause?" 

CONCLUSION 

I was most encouraged to see that Pamela was open to the concept of adult 
behavior being directly related to childhood experience and/or deprevation. 
Needless to say we had, at this point, merely scratched the surface of her 
problem. But I felt confident ... and was proven right ... that in time, 
with work, she could overcome her "substitute father" fixation and learn to 
relate to partners of her own age. 

CASE HISTORY THREE 

Subject: Dean M. Age: Twenty-three 

INTERVIEW ONE 

The subject of rape is one that has been receiving increased public 
notoriety and attention during the last several years as urban pace and 
pressure continues to result in increased anti-social behavior patterns. The 
general public tends to associate the image of the rapist with a mental 
picture of the dregs of society ... the concept of a man without 
intelligence, education or economic stability. 

Little has been publicly said, to my knowledge, about the rapist who does 
not fit the stereotype-the man or, in this case, the boy with all the 
supposed advantages who resorts to this particular type of violent action. 
The case history which follows, here, is a perfect example of the so-called 
exception to the rule-the rapist who, had he never come forward, would 
hardly have been suspected of the acts which he committed. 

When Dean M. walked into my office, my first impression was that of seeing a 
young man who looked like the perfect example of what every mother hopes her 
son will grow up to be. Clean cut and immaculately groomed, he could easily 
have been a walking advertisement for a fancy, Ivy League prep school. 

Only his eyes betrayed the turmoil that raged within. Ice-blue and 
unflinching, they held a steely-hardness that was almost frightening to 
witness in someone so relatively young in life who should, by rights, be at 
the stage of happy anticipation of a bright future. 

Without a word, Dean sat down, unbuttoned an expensive tweed sports jacket 
and started to sob. I waited until he had regained his composure before 
speaking to him. 

"Feeling pretty bad I see." 

He nodded. "It's been a long trip getting myself into this office." 

"And what brings you here?" 

"You won't believe it." 

"Try me. I don't shock easily." 

"I'm ... " he swallowed as though there were a bone in his throat, wincing 
painfully. "I'm a rapist." 

I leaned back in my swivel chair, knowing that this was going to be a long 
session. "Want to tell me about it?" 

Dean nodded and slowly began the account of betrayal and distortion that 
follows. 

On some level or other, I think I'd always known that there was something 
fundamentally wrong with the relationship between my father and mother. It's 
almost hard to describe, doctor, because on the outside it seemed like we 
were the perfect family. ... the achievers of the American Dream. 

Dad was a corporation slave, by which I mean that the better part of his 
life seemed to be owned by the company in which he was a top executive. But 
it paid off. We had a six bedroom house on four acres in Long Island, a 
garage full of expensive cars and frequent trips to Europe and the 
Caribbean. 

But looking back on it, it seems that at some point or other in his life my 
father must have sold his soul-traded that part of him that was a kind human 
being for the authoritarian, dictator-like personality which was necessary 
in order to succeed in business. 

And the result was that he dominated his household with the same iron fist 
with which he ran his company-and that was especially true when it came to 
the way he dealt with my mother. 

Mom was beautiful. The kind of blonde hair and peaches and cream complexion 
that would make heads turn wherever she went. It's easy to understand why 
dad-or any man would have wanted to marry her ... unless the need to destroy 
runs in the blood, or something. I say that because it seems that his 
particular sickness was passed down to me. 

I took enough psyche courses in college to understand that what's wrong with 
me is a sexual adjustment thing-so I'm going to skip a lot of the details of 
my childhood except where they apply to the insanity between my legs. 

In my parents' household, ever since I can remember, sex was as pervasive as 
air. Mom was dad's slave twenty four hours of every day. It seemed that she 
lived to please him. I guess that's because he was so smart and she was so 
beautiful ... and she always thought that besides her physical appeal she 
had nothing to offer ... which, by the way, wasn't true. Mom had a fine 
sense of humor and a warm, generous nature ... before the accident, that is 
... but I'll get back to that later. 

Like I said, mom's whole life was devoted to dad. If dad had been working 
late the night before and was asleep in the morning, she would tip-toe 
around the house as though she feared for her life ... and she would force 
me to do the same thing. 

If dad was in a lousy mood or mad about something that had gone wrong at the 
office, mom trembled. 

If dad said the sky was green, mom swore to it. 

Needless to say, I wasn't brought up to believe in the supreme power of God, 
but in the supreme power of my father. I grew to worship him just like my 
mother did. 

Until I found out what a fucking sonofabitch he really was, underneath all 
that fourteen carat wrapping. 

As I think back now, I guess all the telltale signs of my father's real 
nature were there to see. I remember, when I was very young, how mom would 
often be sporting a black eye or some cruel-looking red bruises on her arms 
or legs. When I started asking her about them, she would laugh and make up 
some kind of story so as not to worry me. Like she would say she'd been 
playing tennis and got smacked in the eye by a ball she'd missed ... or that 
her horse had gone off the bridal path and some thorns in the bushes had 
scratched up her arms or her face. 

It wasn't until I was sixteen that I put it all together, though. That was 
the first time I ever saw my father in action. And I don't think I'll ever 
get over it. 

Mom and dad were big party givers. Practically every weekend the house would 
be filled with people and the cases of liquor would disappear like so much 
water. In their circle of rich friends loudness and drunkenness were common. 
It was not unusual, on. a Saturday night, for me to come home and find half 
the party polluted and hardly able to talk straight. 

This particular Saturday night was no different I had been out at a dance at 
my high school. The girl I was dating-Karen Tucker-said that she was feeling 
sick at around ten in the evening. So I took her home and then drove back to 
my own house. 

Karen's mother, who was divorced, was a member of my folk's social circle. 
They belonged to the same country club and spent a lot of time together. 
Mrs. Tucker~Audrey-was at my folks' party that night. Naturally, it was my 
intention to find her and tell her that her daughter was feeling a little 
under the weather. 

When I arrived at the house, the usual melee was going on. Loud music 
blasted from the stereo system which was wired into every room. The voices 
were loud, the liquor was flowing, and as I walked in through the patio I 
could make out the shadowy outlines of several couples who were necking in 
the darkness. 

Like I said, I didn't care. I was used to it. In those days, what the 
'adults' did was their own business. Up until that point, it hadn't hurt me 
any. 

To make a long story short, I went from room to room, elbowing my way 
through the drunken crowd, looking for Mrs. Tucker. She was nowhere to be 
found. Finally, I decided I would have to look around the grounds, figuring 
that perhaps she was outside with some of the others. After all, her 
daughter was sick and I felt an obligation to let her know about it. 

After poking around the lawns for awhile-and interrupting quite a few of our 
"respectable" neighbors who, as I remember, were not in the shadows with 
their own spouses-I passed the stable on the other side of the garage. The 
sound of a woman's laughter floated out through the warm, summer air. 
Unmistakably the sound of Audrey Tucker. 

For a moment, I hesitated ... wondering if somebody would be embarrassed if 
I went inside. Since I was only sixteen and filled with all kinds of 
teen-age morality, I figured I'd better do my duty at all costs, and let 
Mrs. Tucker know that Karen had come home early. 

Then I heard the other woman's voice-the soft outcry-the sound of my own 
mother begging someone to stop. 

I froze in my tracks. Some sixth sense told me not to go charging in there 
like a knight in armor. But I sure as hell knew that something very weird 
was going on. 

Frightened and quaking in my tracks I tip-toed toward the building and 
peered in through the window of the tack room. 

Doc, I'll never forget that sight as long as I live. It was the weirdest 
thing I'd ever seen. 

The three of them were in there ... my mother, Audrey Tucker, and dad. 

Both women were bare-assed naked. 

Mom was on her feet,tied spread-eagle against the wall. The front of her 
body was stripped with welts that criss-crossed her pale white flesh in 
cruel red stripes. 

Audrey Tucker had a short riding crop in her hand and was running the edge 
of it up and down mom's thighs..lingering around the curly blonde triangle 
of her pubic area. 

Dad was wearing his shorts only. His thick cock stuck straight out of the 
fly as he stood behind Audrey, fondling her naked breast while her free hand 
played with his stiff dong. 

I guess I should have puked, or run away or something. 

Instead, I got a hard-on and was rooted to the spot, unable to tear myself 
from the sight, of that spectacle going on inside the tack room. 

I could hardly believe what happened next. 

Dad leaned very close to Audrey and whispered something in her ear. She 
threw her head back and giggled loudly, nodding in agreement at the same 
time. Then, she walked up to my mother, dropped to her knees, and pressed 
her face into the woman's crotch. 

My mother cried out and started to tremble-but I could tell she was excited. 
Her tongue darted out between her lips, moistening them as she whimpered 
with pleasure. 

Audrey reached up, grabbed the sides of mom's vagina and spread the lips as 
far apart as she could get them. Then, she stuck her tongue out and put it 
all the way up into mom's hole. 

And all this time, dad was watching the whole thing with a shit-eating grin 
on his face ... taking it all in and playing with his stiff cock. 

Audrey went to work like an expert. Her tongue darted tirelessly in and out 
of mom's vagina while mom trembled and moaned. Her nipples were sticking far 
out from her breasts and the sweat was pouring down her body. 

Then, suddenly, her entire body started to quake violently. I could hear the 
sounds of her orgasm, ripping out of her throat like an animal's growl. 

No sooner had mom finished, than - Dad pulled Audrey away from her. Without 
further ceremony, he stripped off his shorts, threw Audrey to the floor and 
covered her naked body with his own. 

Obviously, Audrey loved it. She spread her legs wide and lifted herself up 
toward dad's plunging cock. Right in front of my mother, the two of them 
fucked for what seemed like years ... while mom watched, tears rolling down 
her face, gasping from the effort of her own recent orgasm. 

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Dad and Audrey kissing passionately 
... fucking there on the tack room floor, right in front of my mother! 

I turned and ran ... choking on my own feelings ... but still aware of the 
enormous hard-on in my own pants. 

And from that day on, Doc, I think I turned into a maniac. 

At that point in the story, Dean hunched over and started to cry violently 
again. I decided that perhaps the young man had dealt with all he could 
handle in one day and so I ended the session there, arranging for another 
appointment in the very near future. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Dean arrived fifteen minutes late for his second appointment - a not 
uncommon pattern in some of the more traumatized patients. It's for those 
who dread what they are about to say. I didn't make an issue of it, 
preferring to give the young man all the support I could while he wrestled 
with the anguish of facing up to the torture inside himself. Instead, I 
greeted him in a friendly manner and let him continue at his own pace. 

For the next two weeks I walked around in a daze, my insides festering like 
an open, infected wound. I couldn't eat and my sleep was filled with dreams 
... wild, violent dreams of revenge. 

I wanted to kill my father. 

I wanted to tear Audrey Tucker into a dozen bloody pieces. 

And I wished that my mother would just disappear into thin air so that I 
wouldn't have to look at her and remember again how she had actually enjoyed 
being brutalized by those two sons of bitches in the stable. 

I felt like I was going right out of my mind! 

Needless to say, I wasn't in any mood to see anyone, and my social life 
became non-existent. Before the incident in the stable, I had been dating 
Karen Tucker regularly..you might say we were going steady. But even though 
I had really liked Karen, I couldn't bring myself to see her. I was just too 
mixed up and miserable to do anything but barely manage to get through each 
day at school. 

Then, one afternoon, I was driving home from school as usual. The 
convertible top of my car was down and I heard my name being called as I 
drove past the Tucker residence. 

My spine turned to iron at the sound of Audrey Tucker's voice. There was no 
mistaking it ... and no ignoring it. I had to stop. 

She smiled at me and waved me over to her driveway. To look at the cunt, 
you'd think she was the pillar of respectability. Her beige hair was 
freshly-styled from the beauty parlor, piled high on top of her head. The 
expensive suit she wore showed her voluptuous body off to its best 
advantage. And, of course, I knew exactly what was underneath that clothing! 

I remember experiencing a strange kind of excited-nervousness as I turned my 
car into the driveway and pulled up in front of the portico where she was 
standing. 

"How are you, Dean?" she asked, able to look me right in the eye without 
flinching. "Come on inside for a moment, won't you? There's something I'd 
like to talk to you about." 

I took a deep breath and got out of the car. I hoped that she wouldn't be 
able to see that I was trembling. I actually felt my knees knocking 
together! 

"Where's Karen?" I asked, trying to make small talk as I followed Audrey 
into the living room. 

"Karen's gone to visit her father for the weekend," Audrey answered. "That 
makes this a perfect time for me to speak to you about what's on my mind." 

"And what's that?" I asked, figuring that I already knew. 

"Now mind you, Dean, I'm not the type of woman who makes a habit of prying 
into other people's business," Audrey began as she walked around behind the 
bar and pulled a bottle of scotch down from a glass shelf. Then, almost as 
an afterthought she asked, "You don't drink yet, do you?" 

I don't know what came over me. All of a sudden it was as though I weren't 
the same guy I knew myself to be. "As a matter of fact, I do," I answered, 
my voice sounding very calm and controlled. "Scotch, please. Neat." 

Audrey raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. "Quite the little man, aren't 
you dear?" she said as she poured a shot into a glass for me." 

I accepted it with a nod of thanks and emptied the drink with one gulp; 
forcing myself not to wince as it burned like all hell down to my stomach. 

"As I was saying," Audrey went on, coming around to my side of the bar, "I 
wouldn't normally butt in ... but Karen's been very upset and depressed for 
the last couple of weeks, and I think I know the reason why." 

She waited for me to pick up the cue but I purposely played dumb and said 
nothing. 

"You're the reason," Audrey went on, after it was obvious to her that she 
was getting nothing out of me. "You haven't called, you haven't come to the 
house, you haven't taken her out. Would you mind telling me why?" 

I felt the fury rising inside of me again and I had to fight to act civil. 
"I've had other things on my mind." 

"Like what?" Audrey asked, standing right in front of me and smiling like 
she were the most innocent thing in the world. 

I swear, Doc, I don't know what came over me. I just looked right back at 
the woman and grinned. "Like Karen's mother," I answered, my voice ice-cold 
to match the mood inside me. 

"I'm not sure I understand you," Audrey said, suddenly emptying her glass of 
scotch very quickly. 

"Why don't you think about it a little?" I went on, suddenly enjoying the 
fear that I saw creeping into Audrey's eyes. She started to step backwards, 
but I moved right after her. 

"Really, Dean ... I'm not sure I like your tone of voice," Audrey said, her 
mouth twitching nervously. "What's come over you?" 

I took a deep breath and then decided to go all the way. " 

"I've been spending too much time hanging around outside of stables," I 
answered. 

I watched the comprehension suddenly light up in Audrey's eyes. Her mouth 
dropped open and the gasp of understanding wrenched free of her throat. 

And then I saw my own hand ... as though it belonged to somebody else ... 
streaking across my line of vision as I slapped Audrey back and forth across 
the face. 

She started to scream and I lost the last of my control. Suddenly, my cock 
was burning hot and stiff in my pants and I knew exactly what I was going to 
do. 

"Get upstairs to the bedroom," I ordered her. "Dean ... please," Audrey 
sobbed, rubbing her cheek where the imprints of my fingers stood out. "You 
don't understand." 

"I'll show you what I understand," I said, reaching forward and catching the 
front of her blouse in my hand. With one violent yank I ripped it right off 
her body. And then, the thin jacket to her suit and her brassiere. 

Her tits were enormous ... even bigger than I'd remembered them. I gaped at 
the nipples and then lunged for one of them. 

Audrey tried to get out of my way. She stumbled in her haste and fell 
backward over the coffee table. With a loud cry of pain she landed flat on 
her back on the rug. 

I was right on top of her in a second, straddling her middle. I backhanded 
her across the face again. "Keep your fucking mouth shut," I warned, "Or 
I'll cripple you!" 

Audrey covered her mouth with one hand and whimpered helplessly. 

At the same time, I reached backward and pulled the bottom hem of her skirt 
all the way up over her hips. 

The panties she wore were thin and flimsy. They came away like tissue paper 
in my hand ... revealing the thick, furry bush of her cunt hair. 

I shoved my middle ringer up into her snatch ... all the way to the third 
knuckle. Audrey groaned but didn't say anything to try and stop me. I felt 
her cunt muscles contract around my finger and all of a sudden it dawned on 
me that the bitch was starting to enjoy herself. 

I wasn't about to show her a good time. 

"Get your skirt off," I ordered, lifting myself off my body and rubbing the 
prominent bulge at the front of my pants. 

"Yes, Dean ... anything you say," Audrey answered, and her voice was 
suddenly like creamy velvet ... smooth and soft and supple. 

The combination of lust and hatred was threatening to pulverize my brain. I 
opened my belt buckle and yanked the leather strip from around the top of my 
slacks. Then, I brought the strap down as hard as I could ... right across 
the middle of Audrey's naked belly. 

She screamed bloody murder ... and that's just what I needed to hear. The 
more she yelled the more I loved it ... loved the sight of those mean 
looking red stripes that were starting to stand up all over the front of her 
body. 

She rolled onto her stomach, trying to avoid the blows that I sent smacking 
down again and again against her unprotected flesh. 

Her bare ass turned me on even stronger. I whacked the living daylights out 
of both cheeks until they were bright pink and Audrey was crying loudly with 
pain. 

She tried to pull herself up to her hands and knees. I shoved her with my 
foot and she rolled over onto her back again ... just in time to see me 
pulling my hard-on out through the front of my pants. 

"Suck it," I ordered. 

She didn't offer so much as a syllable of protest. Immediately, she got up 
onto her knees in front of me, took my cock in her mouth and started to 
tongue the hard flesh. 

I heard the sound of my own groaning as the room started to sway around me. 
The combination of booze and excitement was almost too much for me to 
handle. Still, there was a burning drive in me ... an obsession not to lose 
control of the situation. 

I yanked my cock out of Audrey's mouth and pushed her flat on her back. 
Then, I crawled in between her legs and shoved her knees as far apart as 
they would go. 

"Open your cunt," I commanded. "Get that pussy spread wide open." 

"Must you talk to me like that?" she murmured. "It would be so much nicer if 
you spoke a little more gently. After all, Dean, you know a woman's needs. 
... " 

Her words were interrupted by the stinging blow of my fist. She gasped as a 
little trickle of blood began to run out of the corner of her mouth. "Get 
that cunt open," I repeated. "Before I start to get really tough with you." 

Audrey was crying again ... and I loved the sight of those tears. Without 
another word, she reached down, grabbed the lips of her pussy and pulled the 
pink slit wide open. 

She was wet and dripping. In the middle of her hole I saw her clit ... big 
and stiff ... just begging for something to rub against it. 

I balled my fingers into a fist and shoved ... all the way up into her 
snatch ... feeling the tender flesh of her cunt stretching wide around my 
hand. 

"Oh my god ... no ... don't. ... you're killing me!" Audrey groaned. 

And I let her have it harder. With all my strength I rammed my fist up her 
cunt until she screamed like she was about to die. 

Then, I grabbed my cock, crawled up over Audrey's shoulders and shot my load 
right into her face. 

My come spattered down her nose and cheeks and dripped into her mouth. She 
was sobbing violently and her mouth was still bleeding. 

I felt the piss rising toward my cock and I let it go ... sending a stream 
of hot, yellow liquid into her hair, her eyes onto both of her huge, heaving 
tits. 

Then, without thinking twice I spat ... and caught her full in the face. 

I tucked my prick back into my pants, put my belt on and started for the 
door. Just before I left I turned around for one last look. 

Audrey was stall on the rug, on her back. Her thighs were spread wide open 
and she was finger-fucking herself frantically. 

"See you around," I called, laughing as I left her house. For the first time 
in weeks, I felt good ... really good. 

Funny, how I never even had a moment's concern about Audrey saying anything 
to anybody about what I had done to her. Of course, she couldn't say a word 
... not after what I knew. 

I suppose she thought it was all over. 

Little did she knew that my revenge had only begun! 

INTERVIEW THREE 

Dean arrived early this time, for our session. I could tell by the 
nervousness in his manner that thoughts and feelings were easily starting to 
get to him. Once again, I waited until he chose to begin talking. 

The weekend after I raped Mrs. Tucker, mom had her accident. At least I was 
told it was an accident. To make it brief, she fell down the stairs in our 
house during a party and did something to some nerves in her spine. She 
never was going to be able to walk again. 

When the doctor told me the bad news at the hospital, I tried to feel 
something like what I thought a son ought to feel at such a time ... but I 
couldn't manage anything but numbness. All I could think about was the way 
she looked, groaning with passion in that stable while that whore, Audrey 
Tucker ate her pussy out and dad watched the whole scene, jerking himself 
off at the same time. 

I don't know what dad was feeling either, if anything. He didn't have very 
much to say to me which was just fine, as far as I was concerned. I think, 
at that point, if a truck had rolled over him, I wouldn't have given a shit. 

The only thing I noticed was that while mom was in the hospital, dad drank 
more and came home less. Sometimes, he'd be gone for days at a time. I don't 
know where he was, because I never tried to find him. I didn't call the 
office or anything. I just didn't care. I stayed home and developed an 
increasing tolerance for straight Scotch ... and thought about how nice it 
would be to smack the living shit out of Audrey Tucker all over again. 

One afternoon, I was in the house, half-polluted and dozing on the sofa in 
the den. At first I wasn't sure if the sound of the doorbell was real or 
imagined. When I went out to investigate, I found Karen Tucker standing 
there, looking at me as though I were some kind of freak. 

"Wow, Dean ... you sure are taking this hard aren't you?" she said, smiling 
sadly. "Long time no see. Mind if I come in?" 

I shrugged. I didn't give a shit about anything, at that point. "Suit 
yourself." 

"Not too friendly, are you?" 

"What the fuck do you expect me to be?" I screamed at heir. 

And all of a sudden, she started to cry. 

The sight of those tears, doc, was what I think set me off. I turned around 
quickly and started walking back in the direction of the den, so that Karen 
couldn't see the way my dick was stiffening inside my pants. 

She followed right after me, talking a mile a minute, snivelling and trying, 
I guess, to be helpful. 

"I just can't understand what's come over you," she said, sitting down next 
to me on the sofa and dabbing at her eyes. "I could see if I didn't hear 
from you because of your mom's accident ... but you faded out long before 
that. I thought we had ... something special between us," she mumbled. "I 
thought we had an understanding." 

Heaven help me, Doc. I knew just what I was doing as I put my face in my 
hands and forced myself to cry. 

Karen ... just as I knew she would ... moved very close to me and put her 
arms around me. "Please, Dean ... let me help you," she whispered. "Don't 
shut me out of your life. You know how much I feel about you." 

That was what I had been waiting to hear. "Karen ... you don't know how 
terrible its been for me," I said. And with that I pulled her into my arms 
and kissed her ... hard..right on the mouth. 

Now let me tell you, Doc ... Karen and I had been into some heavy petting 
while we were going out, but since she was the daughter of a friend of the 
family and all that, I never tried to lay her before. 

That day, I didn't give her any choice. 

I shoved my tongue all the way down into her throat and went straight for 
her tits. 

"Please, take it easy, Dean ... you're hurting me," she said, when we came 
up for air. 

I didn't answer. Instead, I guided her down onto the pillows and lay right 
beside her. Then, I tongue-kissed her again and slid my hand up underneath 
her skirt. 

At first she started to protest, but before she could do very much about it, 
I had my hand over her pussy and was rubbing her snatch in a way that no 
living woman can ignore. I heard her sigh deep in her throat and I knew I 
was on the right track. 

Her pussy started to get wet and soon the crotch of her panties was soaking 
against my fingers. Wild with excitement, I slid my hand in through the leg 
opening and parted her pussy lips. 

"Please Dean ... don't," she murmured, trying to wiggle away from my probing 
fingers. 

Too late ... I slid my middle finger into her slippery hole and went right 
for her clit. 

It was large and stiff..just like her mother's. And as soon as that thought 
hit me, I stopped pretending. 

She screamed as I jabbed my finger all the way up her snatch, but I covered 
her mouth with my hand and ripped off her panties. Then, I grabbed her 
behind the knees, forced her legs up over her head and dove straight for her 
sweet cunt with my mouth. 

I used my tongue on her just the same way that Audrey had done to my mother. 
And before very long, Karen's sobs were intermingled with loud gasps of 
excitement. 

I shoved my tongue in and out of her hole, raping her, in my mind, with my 
tongue. The juice started to flow hot and heavy out of her cunt and the more 
I teased her clit the more wet she became. 

My cock was burning up and I reached down to open my pants. The sound of my 
zipper opening interrupted Karen's moans of pleasure. 

"Oh no ... don't ... you mustn't," she cried, suddenly frightened as she 
looked down and saw the hard cock that I was aiming toward her pussy. 

I grabbed her legs again and pinned them up near her shoulders. She tried to 
fight her way free, but her strength was no match for mine. 

"You're going to get fucked, Karen," I growled, loving the terrified 
expression that was opening her eyes wide and making her mouth tremble. 
"You're going to get the whole length of my cock right up inside your hole. 
This the first time for you?" 

"Dean ... don't. ... for heaven's sake ... I'm a virgin!" she cried. 

"Not for long," was my answer as I wedged the head of my cock in between her 
cunt lips. 

She screamed as I forced my way deeper and deeper inside of her. I could 
feel the walls of her virgin pussy giving way before the tremendous hardness 
and strength of my cock and I pushed even harder, deeper. 

Karen was crying hysterically as I fought my way the final few inches into 
her twat. Then, when I felt my balls slapping against her upturned ass, I 
started to shove in and out, fucking her slowly and steadily. 

"It hurts ... it hurts!" she cried. 

And I went bananas. Lifting myself as high as I could without pulling out of 
her, I looked down to see where my cock was entering her body. The pinkness 
of her pussy was wet and sticky around my stiff tool ... and the sight of 
her helplessness turned me on even stronger. 

I started to pump ... ramming in and out of her gash ... fucking her for all 
I was worth. I didn't care that she was crying and screaming and biting her 
lip. I liked the fact that she was still fighting me ... that she was 
suffering ... that I was ripping her cunt wide open. 

And then, all of a sudden, she stopped fighting and started to move with me. 
I felt her twat squeeze my prick and that was the end of it for me ... I 
shot my load in buckets of hot, sticky fluid all the way up inside of her. 

And, at the same time, Karen cried out in the midst of her first orgasm ... 
telling me how much she loved me ... begging me never to stop ... pulling me 
deep into her hole and holding me there while her cunt went wild around my 
cock. 

And that's the way it's been ever since, Doc. Every time I go out with a 
girl I wind up forcing her to let me fuck her. I love the way they fight me 
and scream and cry. Some of them even try and claw me with their nails. 

But practically every time, they wind up loving it and begging for more. 
Even the virgins. There isn't a woman alive, I don't think, who doesn't love 
being abused. 

I only wish I enjoyed it as much as they do. 

CONCLUSION 

Dean's hostilities and confusions are going to take a long time to unravel 
with him. Fortunately, he has come seeking professional help while he is 
still young enough to be able to change and adapt to what is healthy and 
real. 

Although he has not attacked and violated unknown women in the manner of 
most rapists, his evaluation of himself as a rapist is no less valid. He 
does, in fact, force women into sexual relations against their will ... at 
least initially. 

I am optimistic about this young man's prognosis. I feel he is intelligent 
and perceptive enough to be brought, with professional help, to an 
understanding of his motives, and the realization of how his parent's 
behavior has affected his outlook since adolescence. 

CASE HISTORY FOUR 

Subject: Alice J. Age: Sixteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

It was with great trepidation that Alice entered my office. She looked 
around very cautiously and I could tell that she was indeed quite afraid. Of 
what she was afraid I couldn't tell, but that fear was certainly apparent. 

As she began to speak to me, I learned that she was afraid that her parents 
would find out that she had visited my office. She thought that she would be 
punished if they learned of her visit and she made me swear that I wouldn't 
tell them a word of what she had said. 

Of course I promised and it is understandable why she didn't want her 
parents to know she had spoken of them. Her story is hot very common, and it 
concerns her mother and father in a most intimate way. 

I know that if my parents find out that I am here, they will be very upset. 
I hope I'm not doing them a disservice by coming here, but there are many 
things on my mind that I've just got to talk about with someone. I hope that 
everything will work out for the best in the end. 

My parents love to entertain a lot. They are always having some people over 
for dinner or they are going over to their friends. They love to eat and 
drink and it seems that they indeed enjoy the company of their friends. 
Sometimes their friends stay until it is quite late, and I have been 
awakened when their friends have gone and discovered that the sun was about 
to rise. 

My folks usually make sure that I am asleep and then they go back to their 
friends, but there is one incident that I remember and I must talk about it. 
There was one time that things didn't go exactly the way they always had in 
the past at one of my parents' dinner parties. 

It was late, and I had gone up to bed as usual. I like to watch television 
before I fall asleep, in fact it usually puts me to sleep, but this one 
night there was a very interesting movie on and stayed up to watch it. My 
parents didn't like it when I stayed up past my bedtime so I would always 
keep the TV set sound on very low. This particular movie was so interesting 
that it was quite late when it was finally over and I was about to get to 
sleep. 

I thought I had heard some strange noises coming from the living room and I 
tiptoed downstairs to see what was going on. I peeked through the doorway 
and I saw my parents and this other couple without their clothes on. My 
father was with this lady on the sofa, and my mother was with this man, I 
guess it was the lady's husband, lying on the very plush rug that we have. I 
watched them for a couple of minutes before I realized what they were doing. 

I saw my father put his penis into this woman's vagina. They were all 
laughing and looked like they were having a good time. I stared at this 
without taking my eyes off my father for one minute. His penis looked very 
hard and wet as it went in and out of this lady's hole. I became terrified 
and I ran back upstairs to my room and turned out the light. I pretended to 
be asleep, but I kept hearing the laughter and the noise from the other 
room. 

I was lying very still in my bed, when I heard footsteps coming up the 
stairs. Apparently someone had heard me run up the stairs and wanted to see 
if I was asleep or not. My door opened. I was very frightened because I 
didn't know who it was or what was going to happen to me. My heart was 
pounding very hard and I kept my eyes tightly shut. 

It was my father, and I heard his voice calling my name very softly. 

"Alice, Alice, are you asleep? Are you asleep Alice?" he asked over and over 
again. I didn't make a sound and tried not to stir. 

I suddenly started to sneeze. I tried to control myself but I couldn't and I 
let out a very big sneeze. My father said God bless you or something like 
that and I murmured thanks. I guess he realized then that I was awake. 

"So you're not asleep, Alice, are you? Why are you pretending? Was that you 
who was downstairs spying on us?" 

"I wasn't spying on you," I said still with my eyes closed. "I heard noise 
and I went downstairs to see what it could possibly be. I hope I didn't 
disturb you." 

"No, but what did you see? You didn't come into the room, did you?" 

"No, daddy," I said, "I just peeked a little bit, I hope you don't mind." 

"I don't mind, dearest. Did you see anything that might upset you?" 

"No," I said hesitantly, "I didn't. I guess I didn't." I was afraid to tell 
him what I saw. 

"What did you see? Please Alice, tell me what you did see. I hope you will 
be honest with me." 

"I'm too embarrassed to say it, daddy. I don't know what to say." 

"You must have seen something in the room or you wouldn't have run back 
upstairs like that. You just took off like the wind." 

"Well, I don't know. I saw you and mommy and two other people, a man and a 
woman. That was all." 

"That's all? Just the four of us?" He apparently didn't know how much I had 
seen. 

"There was no one else there, daddy, was there?" 

"No, just the four of us." I still had my eyes shut. I wanted to go to 
sleep. 

"You are not telling the truth, Alice. You saw more than just four of us 
sitting around." 

N"I didn't say you were sitting around, I just said I saw four people." 

"And what were we doing that you saw? You must tell your father the whole 
truth, Alice, you really must. Don't we tell you everything?" 

"Yes, you do. Well, I saw you and mommy and the other couple all naked. No 
one had any clothes on at all." 

"Is that all?" 

"Well, I saw you on top of that other lady and you were putting your ... 
your ... " 

"My what, Alice? My penis?" I was very embarrassed now. I opened my eyes. 
When I opened them I saw my father standing there completely naked. His 
penis wasn't so hard now, but it was big, and I saw his balls hanging down 
behind his dick. 

"Yes," I said. "I saw you putting your penis inside her vagina. Is that what 
you were doing?" 

"Yes, it was. I was fucking her. I was fucking this woman. Does that shock 
you?" 

"No. I guess not. I don't think so." I didn't know what to say to him. "Why 
were you doing it?" I asked. "Why weren't you fucking mommy?" 

"Because we both like to have a change sometimes. We both like to fuck other 
people. Can you understand that? Does that make sense to you?" 

"Yes, it does. When I get married, will I be able to fuck people other than 
my husband?" 

"Of course, Alice, you will. You don't even have to wait until you are 
married to fuck. You can do it before, as long as you are careful." 

I didn't know whether to tell my father that I had already been fucked by a 
boy before. I decided not to, because I thought he might yell at me. I 
didn't know at the time that he had already known about it and didn't say 
anything to me. 

"You mean it's okay to fuck with anyone you want to?" I wasn't sure. 

"Of course," he said. "You can always fuck with whoever you want to as long 
as both of you are willing to and are happy with each other. If you are 
careful, fucking can be the most pleasurable experience of your life." 

"I'm glad you said that, daddy. I'm glad you say it's okay to fuck. I'd 
really like to have a boy's penis inside my cunt." 

"Just a boy?" he asked. "Why wouldn't you want a man's cock up your hole?" 

"I didn't mean I wouldn't want it, I just don't think a man who is much 
older than me would be interested in fucking me. I would like it very much, 
though." 

"Well, I'm sure that Fred downstairs would like it very much. Would you like 
to come back downstairs and join us? We could all have a really good time 
this evening." 

I noticed that as he spoke, his dick became harder and thicker. His penis 
was stiff and erect and was pointing at me. I thought about it for a few 
minutes and then agreed to go downstairs with him. 

"Okay, daddy," I said. "I'd really like to come downstairs and meet your 
friends. I hope you don't yell at me for staying up so late." 

"Of course not," he laughed. "I wouldn't yell at you for staying up late 
now. This proves that you're a big girl who can do what she wants. Come on 
down, but first take off your nightgown. All of us are naked and we don't 
want to have anyone with clothes on in our midst." 

I took off my nightgown with my father's help. He reached out and as he 
helped lift it over my head, his hands caressed my breasts. I felt all 
tingly inside and felt my little nipples get hard and stiff, just like my 
father's penis. 

We went downstairs and entered the living room. My mother was lying down on 
her back with her legs spread far apart. Fred, my father's friend, was on 
top of her with his prick inside her cunt hole. She was moaning and groaning 
and telling him to push it in further. My father kept his hands on my 
breasts and introduced me to his friends. They nodded hello, and Fred went 
back to fucking my mother. 

I felt a hand on my ass. It was Fred's wife, Susan. She was caressing my 
buttocks and patting me very gently. I loved the way she touched me. 

"You have a lovely ass, Alice," she said to me. "I had as nice an ass when I 
was your age." 

"You still do," said my father. "You have the nicest ass that I've ever 
seen." 

"What about mommy?" I asked. "Don't you like her ass?" I was upset that he 
seemed to prefer Susan's ass to my mother's. 

"I love her ass," he said laughingly, "but Susan's ass is much firmer and 
rounder. I like your mother's tits a whole lot more, though." 

Susan made a face at him, but it was true. Susan's tits were much smaller 
than mother's and even I didn't think they were as attractive. 

"But what about my cunt, Harry? Who has the nicer cunt? Me or Jane?" 

"Don't ask a man that question, Susan. It's not fair. I like both your 
cunts. I like shoving my prick into both of them." 

"He likes mine better," my mother called out. "I can tell by how hard his 
cock gets when it's inside my pussy." 

"Please, dear," my father said. "I don't want to compare. Besides, there is 
a new cunt with us today. Perhaps Alice has the best pussy of all, don't 
you, Alice?" 

"I don't know, maybe I do." I was still a little scared of what was going 
on. 

"Well," said Fred, "there's only one way to find out. Let me fuck her and 
we'll see. I've already had both cunts that are in this room and now 111 
have a chance to have the third one." 

"Okay," said my father. "You can go first. But then I want to sample her 
twat. After all, she is my own daughter and I have a right to shove my dick 
into her quim. It's only fair, you know." 

"Okay," he said. "But you will have to wait your turn. You will have to wait 
until I've fucked her. That is, if it's okay with Alice. I don't think 
anyone should ram her" unless she agrees. Right Alice?" He turned to me 
asking for my approval. He was a very good looking man and I really did want 
to feel his shaft inside my cunt hole, so I agreed to let him fuck me. His 
dong was very big and I was a little afraid that it might hurt. 

He must have sensed that I was afraid, because he came over to me and spoke 
rather tenderly to me. 

"It won't hurt," he said. "I assure you that it may be big, but I will see 
to it that you won't be hurt by it. Unless, of course, you've never been 
fucked by anyone before. Have you, Alice? Has anyone ever fucked you 
before?" 

I was unsure of what to say, because as I said, I didn't want my father to 
know that I wasn't a virgin, but he just smiled and looked at me. 

"Alice is not a virgin," he said. "She has been deflowered by a young man in 
a parked car. Isn't that true, Alice?" he asked. 

"Yes, y-yes," I stammered. "How did you know? I never told anyone." He only 
smiled at me and didn't say another word about it. 

"Well, then, Alice," said Fred. "If you're not a virgin, then my prick won't 
hurt you a bit. Come on, Alice, let's see what happens between us." 

He began to put his hands on me. He fondled my breasts, giving my tits a 
slight pinch. My nipples were now really hard and firm and I felt a tingle 
inside my cunt. I could tell that I was lubricating and that my slit was 
getting ready for a man to insert his dork inside me. 

Fred's penis was very hard and stiff now. His cock head pressed against my 
pussy hairs and I could feel the blood pounding inside his dick. The veins 
were near the surface and his cock was really throbbing and ready to thrust 
its way deep into my hole. 

My mother and Susan were watching me from the sofa. I could see my mother's 
hand up Susan's twat, with her fingers going in and out of her friend's soft 
flesh. My father was just watching me, his stiff dick still pointing in my 
direction. I knew that he wanted to fuck me, and just wanted Fred to get my 
cunt all nice and juicy for him. 

Fred inserted his dick inside my cunt. My pussy lips parted to make way for 
his dong, and as it went deeper and deeper, I could feel a slight burning 
sensation. My cunt walls were being stretched a little bit by his huge dong. 
I cried out in pain, and he immediately slowed down. That made me feel much 
better and soon I was relaxed and enjoying this man's whang ramming itself 
in and out of my cunt. I could feel a fabulous sensation of sheer ecstasy 
coming over me as I allowed my quim juices to flow easily. 

"Oh, that feels so good!" I cried as that dick kept going in and out of my 
quim. 

"You really do have a fabulous cunt," said Fred. "It's better than these two 
older women here." 

"Hey, wait a minute," called out his wife. "Who are you calling older?" 

"You are, you know," he said. "Alice has the youngest pussy I've ever had." 

"It may be younger," said my mother, "but her twat isn't necessarily better 
than ours, even though I'm sure it's really good." 

Fred kept fucking me harder and faster. I felt wave after wave of pleasure 
coming over me. I was feeling sensations that I had never felt before. His 
balls kept hitting me on my cunt hairs and I was feeling that cock get 
hotter and hotter. 

"Alice, baby," he said, "I'm going to come up your goddam cunt. I'm going to 
shoot my hot load deep into your young and juicy twat. I'm coming, baby! I'm 
coming!" 

I felt his come racing down into my hole. His hot cream felt good as it 
gushed out and coated my pussy walls. My body writhed and shuddered as his 
dick emptied itself of its load of come. I was saturated with his liquid. My 
body had filled up with the hot juice that his dick had given me. Filled to 
the brim. 

Fred relaxed and his body pressed against mine. I could see my father's 
prick still hard and stiff and I knew that he wanted to get inside of me. He 
looked at Fred as he took his penis out, and walked towards me. 

"How do you feel?" he asked. "How's my daughter now that she's been fucked?" 

"I'm okay, dad," I said, "I feel good, but tired. Fred's prick exhausted 
me." 

"Are you too tired for another round?" he asked. "Would you like to have 
another stiff prick up your quim?" 

"I think I'm too tired now, daddy, I'm sorry. Maybe some other time, I'm 
really so tired now." I was tired too. I could feel my eyes beginning to 
close without my help. I knew I was about to fall asleep. I could hear my 
mother's voice in the background. 

"Look at her, the poor dear! She's so tired. We really ought to put her 
right to bed. Maybe next time she'll have more energy than she had today. I 
guess this was a completely new experience for her. We shouldn't try to have 
her do too much. There'll be other times and we can all be together for many 
hours on end." 

"You are right," my father said, "as I felt him carry me upstairs to my 
bedroom and I felt his warm hands lower me onto my bed. 

So you see, doctor, that my parents might be very upset if they knew that I 
was here. They might not want me to tell you or anyone else of what their 
friends do with them. They might be embarrassed and they might lose their 
friends. 

I hope you can understand how I feel in this situation. 

I told her that I did understand and that there would be nothing to fear 
from me on that score. I asked her if she had any further details to tell me 
about, and when she said that there was another incident involving the same 
people, I asked her to come back the next day and tell me all about it. 

She agreed to come back and we made an appointment for the following day. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

When Alice arrived the next day, she was much calmer than she had been at 
first. She was no longer afraid and she seemed genuinely eager , to talk. It 
apparently had been of great benefit to tell me about what had happened to 
her. 

She didn't even wait for any opening remarks from me for her to begin her 
story this time. She just started in and told me all the details that led up 
to her being fucked. 

Well, doctor, after that first time, I was much more relaxed when I was in 
the company of their friends. I somehow seemed to be a different girl that I 
was before and that was something that my parents could also sense. I never 
had to be in bed by a certain time, and whenever I wanted to watch something 
on the television, I was always allowed to do so. As long as I got my 
schoolwork done on time, there was never any hassle about how late I stayed 
up. 

I remember a few weeks later, they received an invitation from Fred and 
Susan to spend the evening with them at their place. It was for dinner and 
drinks and I was thrilled when I discovered that I was included in the 
invitation. It was addressed to all three of us, and I looked forward to the 
day when we would be going. 

"You look really happy that you are coming along with us," my father said. 

"I really am. I like Fred and Susan and I would very much like to spend the 
evening with them. I think it was very nice of them to ask me along. They're 
really your friends and they didn't have to do so, you know." 

"I know, but they like you as much as you like them. I think they are the 
ones who think they are lucky knowing you. I'm sure they look forward very 
much to seeing you again. We'll buy you a new dress for the occasion. How 
does that sound?" 

"It sounds great!" I exclaimed. "I'm going to have a really great time. I 
just know it, and I would also love to have a new dress. Can I have a red 
one made out of velvet? Can I please, daddy?" 

"Of course, dear, anything you want. It's going to be a very special 
evening, and you should be dressed in very special clothes. We'll go 
tomorrow and pick one out, okay?" 

"Great. I'm so happy, daddy. I love you!" I was ecstatic. I was almost 
jumping up and down with great joy. I couldn't wait for the big day. 

The day finally arrived and I had my new red dress. I think I looked really 
stunning and so did my mother and father. We were all nicely dressed and we 
arrived at their house exactly at the appointed time. We were ushered in and 
I looked around the house. It was very large, much bigger than ours, and 
they had a really big dining room, and a tremendous living room. They took 
our coats and we sat down and began to nibble on some of the hors d'oeuvres 
that they had set out for us. 

Dinner was served and it was delicious. We ate huge portions of roast beef, 
which just happens to be my favorite food. I don't know if they knew that or 
not, but at any rate, it was super. I ate more than anybody. We also had 
some wine, which was very good. I don't usually like wine, but this one was 
superb. We had a delicious dessert and then we all went back into the living 
room. 

Fred turned on the stereo to some soft music and he and my mother started to 
dance with each other. My father didn't really like to dance, so my mother 
usually danced with whoever did. After a while, Fred asked me if I would 
like to dance. I love to dance, so I agreed. 

We did a few of the new fast dances, which I had to teach Fred how to do 
since he never really learned anything later than the fox trot. It was a lot 
of fun, though, and he kept making mistakes which we both laughed about. 

We started to do some slow dances and I felt his arms around my shoulder. It 
was very warm in the room especially after all that wine and dancing, and 
Fred asked me if I would like to put on something that would make me cooler. 

"Well," I said, "this dress is really warm. I like it though, and I don't 
know if I want to take it off. I've never worn it before." 

"It really is pretty," he said, "but you shouldn't get yourself a cold or 
anything by being overheated. I can get you something of Susan's to wear, is 
that okay, Susan?" He looked at his wife who agreed that I shouldn't remain 
in that warm dress. 

"Okay, maybe you're right," I said. "I should be careful about getting a 
cold. I have my finals in school next week and I don't want to be sick for 
them." 

"Okay," said Fred and he went up the stairs for a minute. He returned with a 
very light bathrobe that was pink and satiny. It looked beautiful. He held 
it out to me and asked me if I would like to change into it. 

"Where can I change?" I asked. "Is there a bathroom here." Everybody 
laughed. 

"Of course there's a bathroom in this house," said Fred. "There happen to be 
three of them, but you don't have to change there. Why don't you just put it 
on here. We're all friends, you know." 

"True," I said and I began to unsnap the beautiful red velvet dress that my 
father had bought me. I had a bit of trouble with the hook, and my father 
came over and helped me. He unsnapped the top snap and began to remove each 
button from their buttonholes. His hands worked quickly and pretty soon the 
dress was almost off. 

"She really has pretty shoulders," I heard Susan say. "She really is a 
beautiful young girl." 

"She certainly is," said my father, "and that's not just a proud papa 
talking. She is one of the most attractive girls I've ever known." I felt 
really proud. 

"Look at her breasts," said my mother. "They are really firm and nicely 
developed. Her nipples are just the right shape and size." 

My father removed my dress. I wasn't wearing a bra, because he had said that 
with this dress I didn't need to. My tits were exposed and I could feel that 
everyone was staring at them. I was a little self conscious but I proceeded 
to take off my clothes. 

With my father's help, I managed to get my dress off. My panties and my 
stockings were the only things that I had left on. Fred came over and slowly 
rubbed his hands on my thighs and began to remove my hose. I could feel his 
hands slowly caressing my legs and it felt wonderful. 

"Do you like this?" Fred asked. "Do you like the way my hands feel?" I could 
barely answer. I felt so good and warm. 

"Oh, yes," I softly said. "It feels so good. Your hands feel so warm on my 
legs." 

"I like the way you feel, too," he said. "I really like you, Alice, I like 
you very much." 

I could see my parents and Susan standing nearby and watching us. I looked 
at my father and saw him caressing the bulge in his pants inside his fly. I 
knew that he was getting a hard-on just from watching Fred and me. I saw him 
reach for his zipper and lower his fly. His penis was indeed hard and as he 
took it out, he smiled at me. His balls were ready to juice up my cunt. I 
knew that my father wanted to fuck me. 

Fred got up after he removed my stockings. 

He removed his shirt, saying that he, too, was feeling very warm. His body 
was very well-developed and his chest was quite muscular. 

My mother and Susan were caressing each other's breasts. I could see my 
mother's tits, as her blouse was completely opened and she wasn't wearing a 
brassiere either. 

Fred took off his pants and his stiff shaft was hard and pointing right at 
my twat. My father approached slowly and put his hands on my body. One hand 
was on my ass, and the other one was pulling my panties down. I could feel 
the touch of his fingers on my cunt hairs and I felt a finger slowly begin 
to play with my pussy lips. 

"You still have most of your clothes on, dear," said my mother to my father. 
"Everyone else seems to have gotten more comfortable. The only thing you 
don't have is your fly zipped up." My father looked around and realized that 
he was the only one who was still dressed. He stopped fondling me and began 
to remove his shirt and pants. His organ was still hard and erect, and I 
felt my twat beginning to get really juicy, just ready for the feel of a 
stiff prick shoved deep down inside it. 

He removed his clothes and then we were all naked. My father approached me 
again and this time his whole body pressed against mine. Fred went off and 
joined my mother and Susan and I could see my mother's mouth sucking on 
Fred's big dick. 

My father held my ass tightly. His fingers started to go inside my asshole 
and I could feel a warm and pleasant sensation on the tip of my anus. 

"You really are a very pretty girl" he said. "I'm glad you're my daughter." 

"I'm glad you're my father," I said. "I love you very much." 

"And I love you, very much, Alice. I love you more than I can say." He 
didn't say anything after that for a while, but started to insert his penis 
into my hole. I felt my pussy filling up with both his hard prick and my 
running liquids. My vagina was lubricating now, and it was getting his dork 
all hot and wet. He groaned and shook as his dick rammed its way deeper and 
deeper into my young flesh. 

"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!" I cried. I longed for the feel of his hot cock 
shoved up my quim. "Fuck me, daddy, please!" I wanted him badly. I never 
realized until just this moment how badly I wanted my father to fuck me. 

. "Alice, dearest, you are the most precious thing I have. I want to hold 
you and fuck you and never let you go. You are the most important person to 
me in the whole world." His cock became harder and hotter as he rammed it 
down as far as it would go. I felt my whole body fill up with his meat. His 
balls kept banging against my cunt hairs as his dick rammed in and out. I 
wanted his cock, I wanted his balls. I needed to have my father's organ 
penetrate me deep and hard. "Oh, daddy!" I cried. "Your prick feels so good. 
Please fuck me as hard as you can!" 

"I'm fucking you as hard as I've ever fucked anybody, including your mother. 
Your soft and delicate cunt flesh is so beautiful. Your pink arid hot quim 
is driving me to distraction. I've always wanted to fuck you, but I never 
knew whether you wanted me or not. I'm so glad that we can now be happy 
together. We can fuck for always, dear Alice, and your cunt and my cock will 
be partners forever." 

I felt so happy that I began to cry. I started sobbing, but they weren't 
tears of sorrow, rather they were tears of joy. My whole body began to shake 
and I began to feel a most wonderful thing. It felt like an earthquake, or a 
volcanic eruption inside my vagina. I felt great spasms of pleasure. I kept 
crying out in delight as my father's dick shoved its way inside my hole. 

"Oh! Oh!" I cried. "My cunt feels like it's on fire! I feel so wonderful!" I 
didn't know what to cry out, I just wanted to scream. 

"You're coming, Alice baby, you're having an orgasm." I had never had an 
orgasm before. It was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me. 
I felt like dynamite had been put inside my cunt and it kept exploding 
without stopping. 

My father kept pumping away. His hot and hard dick shoved itself back and 
forth, in and out of my juicy vagina. His dick was really wet and stiff. I 
could feel it throbbing and thrusting and I could tell that my father was 
about to shoot his load of come deep inside my twat. 

"I'm going to come, sweetheart!" I heard him say. "I'm going to shoot my hot 
load of cream right up your twat. You're going to drink all my come, baby, 
your cunt is going to be full of my hot juice!" 

As soon as he spoke, his penis let loose with a tremendous gushing of white 
cream. It poured out of his dick and filled up my juicy sweet hole with 
foam. Our juices were intermixed and as his body and mine both writhed and 
shivered, we held on to each other, not wanting to let go ever, ever again. 

Our bodies felt as if they had become one. I could tell that I wanted my 
father to fuck me and fuck me over and over again. I never wanted another 
penis inside me. I wanted my father's cock and only his. His prick was 
everything to me. 

When our bodies finally relaxed, we just lay there. My mother and Fred and 
Susan were still going at it on the sofa, but we didn't pay them much 
attention. My father just held on to me tightly and I held on to him. I 
never wanted to let him go. We were to be together for always and ever. 

I don't know why I am telling you this, doctor. My parents have been very 
good to me and now that I have a boyfriend my own age, I'm not so sure that 
I want to have my father as my only lover. I don't want to give him up, but 
I want to keep my boyfriend also. I just don't know what to do. If my father 
finds out that I've told someone about us, he will never speak to me again. 

CONCLUSION 

I explained to Alice that it would be a good idea for her to keep up her 
association with her boyfriend. It was important to have a friend one's own 
age, and that while her sexual relations with her father may not be as 
harmful as some narrow-minded people have suggested, it was still good to 
have some young friends. 

I assured her that her father never need find out that there are others who 
knew of their affair, and I warned her against saying anything to her 
boyfriend. If he ever found out about it, he might just refuse to continue 
fucking her, and she enjoyed his cock as much as her father's. I told her 
that if she had experienced any new relationships with other people, of any 
age, she should enjoy them for what they were and not feel that she was 
doing anything wrong. If she enjoyed it, I told her, that was the only 
criterion for doing it. 

CASE HISTORY FIVE 

Subject: Jack D. Age: Seventeen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Jack entered my office with all the swagger and bravado of a young man who 
has just scored with his girl. He was confident and self-assured. He wanted 
to talk to me, he said, only because he needed to share his experiences with 
someone and that I was the most convenient person around. 

When I told him him that I would refuse to talk to him unless he offered me 
more respect than that, he calmed down and told me exactly what was 
happening with him. 

He wasn't the assertive and aggressive person he seemed to be, and that the 
girl he had just conquered, was his mother, and she had done the conquering, 
not him. 

I agreed to hear him out, and this is his story. 

My mother and I have always been very close. I remember years ago, whenever 
something would happen to me in school or outside of school that would make 
me cry, like some of the bigger boys trying to beat me up, she would always 
be the one to offer me sympathy. My father, on the other hand, would never 
try to comfort me. He always said that I should learn to take it like a man, 
and as a result I have always hated him. Maybe it's because of that hate, 
that I allowed myself to become very, very close to my mother, but at any 
rate we do share a great deal of time and common effort together. It wasn't 
until just recently, that I became aware that my mother's attention on me 
was not just that kind of attention that one associates with mothers. 

I remember the day that the whole family went to the beach together. We 
packed our lunch and drove off in the family car to the seashore. We liked 
spending the summer days like this. Everyone in the family liked the water 
and loved to swim and it was always a source of great happiness for me to be 
able to spend whole days at the beach. 

I had just bought a new swimsuit. It was made out of nylon, and I bought it 
because it dried very easily. It also had great clinging properties, which 
made it very comfortable and also very attention getting when it was wet. 

We set up our umbrella in the sand and after we had been there a while, 
another couple sat down near us. They were apparently old friends of my 
parents and they hadn't seen each other in many years. They spent a good 
deal of time talking to us and my mother seemed especially pleased to see 
them again after all the intervening years. 

Their names were Sally and Peter Holmes and it seems that my mother knew 
them way back in the days when she went to school. My mother didn't do much 
swimming that day, and both Peter and Sally stayed with her and just talked 
and talked. 

I noticed that Sally kept looking over in my direction, and I assumed that 
they were just talking about me. I didn't mind, because I knew that my 
mother was proud of me and was always boasting about me to her friends. What 
I didn't realize at the time was that Sally was looking at my bathing suit. 
Every time I came out of the water, it clung to me and showed everyone very 
clearly, the outline of my dick and balls. I wasn't aware of this at first, 
but as she stared at me more and more, I began to realize just where her 
interest was located. 

As the day ended, my family decided that it was time to go. My mother wanted 
to stay and continue to talk to her friends, but my father said that he had 
to get back because he had some work to do. She apparently was resigned to 
go back home, until Sally suggested that she stay with them, and go back to 
their place, and then later they would drive her home. I didn't want to 
leave the beach just yet. I loved to swim in the water as the sun went down. 
It always seemed to me to be much nicer at that time of day, and I asked if 
I couldn't stay with them and be driven back with my mother. 

That seemed to please everyone, since I could stay at the beach, and my 
father wouldn't have to deal with me during the trip home. It was settled, 
and my mother and I stayed with her friends Sally and Peter, until the sun 
had almost disappeared. We then started to go to their car and be driven 
home. 

"You know, Janet," Sally said to my mother, "why don't you and Jack come 
back with us for dinner? We've got plenty of food and I think we still have 
so much to talk about." 

"That's a really good idea," said my mother, "but I'll have to ask Jack. I 
don't want to keep him out longer than he really wants to. Is that all 
right?" she asked me. 

I had no objections and so I agreed. We decided that we would stay for 
dinner and then they would drive us home. 

They gave us quite a sumptuous feast. I can't remember the last time that I 
ate so well. There was more food on that table than I had seen in many weeks 
before. They must have been very rich people. 

After the dinner, we got to talking. I knew that Sally was interested in me 
and she spent a good deal of time talking to me about what I was doing, and 
what my plans were for the future. 

I hadn't really thought too much about them, and I told her that. I didn't 
know what I would be doing when I finished school. I didn't know whether I 
would go to college or not and that it didn't really seem all that important 
at that moment. I was just happy as I was, and didn't want to spend too much 
time thinking about the future. 

Peter Holmes said he was tired and he went upstairs to take a nap. He had 
spent a lot of time in the sun and that would tire anyone out. He left us 
after dinner, after muttering some apologies for his weariness. 

My mother and Sally kept talking for some time. Every now and then, Sally 
would glance in my direction and I could tell that she was thinking nice 
things about me, because I would catch her smiling at me. My mother smiled 
at me a lot also and I felt very good. 

"That was a really nice bathing suit you had on this afternoon," said Sally. 
"Where did you get it? I'd like Peter to get one like that." 

"I don't really remember," I said truthfully. "I buy a lot of things from a 
lot of stores. But you, too, had on a nice suit. It was very pretty." 

"Thank you," she said, "but how did I look in it? I know the suit was 
pretty, but ... " I knew that she was fishing for a compliment. 

"You looked really swell, didn't she mother?" I said. "You are a very pretty 
lady." I could see her blush. She liked to be flattered and she liked 
especially to be flattered by me. 

My mother spoke up next. She said, "Both of you looked especially good 
today. Jack always looks good in a bathing suit, especially one when he just 
comes out of the water." I began to blush. I knew what I wet suit did for 
me. 

"Ma, please!" I begged. "You're embarrassing me." I felt my face turn red. 

"I'm sorry, Jack, dear, but I think you ought to know that women like that 
sort of thing. Your body is really in good shape and I think you ought to be 
proud of it." 

"I know, but all the same, I feel funny about having my body discussed in 
public." 

"Nonsense," said Sally. "You shouldn't feel funny about that at all. I wish 
that my body were in as good a shape as yours is in. I would have to have it 
discussed anywhere, anytime." 

"You are in good shape," I protested. "Your body is very youthful and nicely 
proportioned." 

"Nicely proportioned? Does that mean that you think my tits are a good 
size?" We all' laughed.-It was apparent to everyone that Sally's tits were 
very large. 

"I can't tell," I said jokingly. "I can't see them. You keep them covered by 
your clothes. On the beach you were wearing a bathing suit, and now you're 
wearing a blouse." My mother thought that was very funny. 

"Take off your blouse, so Jack can see your tits!" she called out. "Don't be 
shy, Sally, you yourself said you liked having your body discussed in 
public." 

"I said only if it were as well developed as Jack's. I don't want to take my 
clothes off right here and now." She was looking a bit startled, as if she 
was expected to remove her clothing. 

"Why not?" I asked. 

"Well," she said, "I'll take off my blouse, if you will takeoff your pants. 
Fair is fair, you know. I'd like to see just what you really were carrying 
under that bathing suit." 

"He's carrying a pretty big dong," said my mother. "I know, I've seen it." 

By this time, my face had turned even redder. I started to protest, but my 
mother quickly hushed me up. "I don't want to talk like that, mother," I 
started to say. 

"It's not only a big dong," she continued, "but if you'll notice his pants 
carefully, it looks like it's getting bigger." It was true. I was getting a 
hard-on from talking about Sally's tits. My penis was becoming quite stiff 
and erect. 

"So it is," said Sally. "Come on, Jack. You looked so luscious in your 
bathing suit. Let's have everyone see what size dick you have." 

"You should go first, Sally," said my mother. "You have the most courage." 

"And the biggest tits," I added, beginning to enjoy' the situation. "Come 
on, Sally, I'll take off my pants and show you my prick if I can see how big 
your titties really are." 

My mother was enjoying this interchange. I could see her slowly start to rub 
herself at her crotch. It was obvious that her cunt was beginning to get all 
juicy inside. 

Sally slowly began to remove her blouse. Her large and pink breasts peered 
out from inside the cloth. I reached over and rushed her. I almost tore her 
blouse off in a frantic effort to feel her huge and gorgeous nipples. They 
were already becoming as stiff as my cock was. 

"They are beautiful," I said, "you have the biggest and most beautiful tits 
I've ever seen." 

"What about mine?" asked my mother. "Don't I have nice tits?" 

"I really don't remember," I replied weakly. "I'm sorry, but I haven't seen 
them in a very long time. I'm not sure when I looked at them last." 

"You're always peeking in the bathroom when I'm taking a shower, aren't you, 
Jack? Come on, now, don't deny it, I've seen you looking at me and holding 
onto your fly." 

"Yes," I said, "but I've been looking at your pussy. I never looked at your 
tits. I'm much more interested in cunts." 

"Well, Janet, I guess your tits don't interest your son as much as you think 
they do. Why don't you take off your clothes and let him judge them for 
himself." 

My mother proceeded to remove her blouse. Her tits weren't quite as large as 
Sally's and I was a bit unsure of what to say to her. 

"I know my tits don't quite measure up," she said, "but I bet I have a 
better cunt." 

"No you don't," said Sally. "My cunt is juicier and softer than yours." 

"Well, we have a perfect judge here with us. This young man, my son, will 
tell us truthfully, wouldn't you, Jack? You'll tell us who has the better 
twat." 

"What difference does it make?" I asked exasperatedly. "I'm sure that both 
of your pussy's are equally nice. It's how well a prick does in them that 
counts." 

"You are right," said Sally. "And we have a perfect way to judge that, too." 

"What is that?" I asked naively. "How can you judge that here and now?" 

"Because you are a man, and you have a prick, that's how we can decide." 

"You mean I'm to fuck each of you and then give an opinion? I don't think 
that's fair." I didn't want to try to fuck both of them. Most of the girls I 
had fucked were younger. I didn't know how hard my cock would get for two 
older women. 

"Well," said my mother, "we can always try and see. Besides, we started to 
take our clothes off and you haven't, so it's really your turn now. Show 
Sally how big your dick really is." 

I unzipped my pants. I still had my bathing suit on underneath, since it had 
dried by the time we decided to leave the beach. I took off my pants and the 
suit was still clinging to my cock. Sally looked admiringly at my crotch and 
my mother sat there and waited for me to finish undressing. 

I removed my bathing suit, and Sally gasped as she saw my penis. It was 
fairly big, and since I had the beginnings of a hard-on, the shaft was quite 
long. 

"Your son really is a man, isn't he?" she asked. "My twat would really love 
to have that rod shoved up inside." 

"You'll have to wait your turn," my mother said. "He's my son and I'd like 
to feel that hot dick first. After all, I've never been fucked by my son 
before. It would be a really great pleasure for me to have him fuck me." 

My cock was really hard now. My balls were tight and ready to send forth 
their creamy liquid. I removed the rest of my clothes and so did the women. 
The three of us were sitting near each other, me with my hard-on, and they 
with their lubricating pussies. 

My mother grabbed me by my cock and pulled me towards her. She opened her 
mouth and began to lick my cock head with her tongue. My body began to 
tingle and I forced my prick deep down my mother's throat. 

"That's fantastic," said Sally. "You really know how to suck your son's 
cock. His body is so hard, that my quim is letting loose with its hot 
juices." Sally moved into where my mother's tongue was licking the shaft, 
and Sally began to suck on my balls. She took my balls in her mouth, and as 
she did so, she pushed her fingers up my mother's vagina. 

My mother began to shiver and moan and I felt sensations of pleasure coming 
from my cock. My mother held on to my ass, and started to put her fingers 
into my asshole. 

"Oh, mother!" I cried, "finger-fuck me. That feels so good!" Sally saw what 
my mother was doing and she took my mother's other hand and shoved it up her 
ass. Sally was now being finger-fucked and the three of us were writhing 
with delight and ecstasy. 

I could feel my come begin to rise in my cock. I knew that if my mother 
didn't stop sucking my dick, I would shoot my hot come deep into her mouth. 

"Stop!" I cried. "I want to fuck you both. If you continue to suck me, I 
will come into your mouth instead of your cunt." My mother stopped sucking 
me immediately. 

"I don't want that, dear," she said. "I want you to fuck us both. I want you 
to shove your cock into my twat and then into Sally's quim. You can 
alternate between us." My mother took her fingers out of our asses and the 
two women lay flat on their backs, their tits and their quims facing 
upwards. 

I got on top of my mother first, and shoved my dick into her wanting pussy 
hole. Her quim lips were quivering as my stick thrust its way deep into her 
cunt. Her pussy walls opened up and surrounded my stiff and hard penis. I 
thrust back and forth for a few strokes and then withdrew completely and 
began to fuck her friend. My balls rammed against their quim hairs 

"Oh, Jack, baby, fuck me now," my mother said. "Take you cock out of her 
twat and shove it up mine. I want to feel my son's hot thrusting hard-on 
inside my hot and wet body. Fuck me, Jack, fuck me my precious!" My mother 
was feeling ecstatic. She was writhing and groaning and her cunt was 
overflowing with her hot juices. 

I stopped fucking her friend Sally, and began to fuck my mother again. I 
rammed my dick deep into her cunt. Her dripping pussy welcomed my hard 
shaft. She spread her legs as wide as they could go and held me tightly in 
her arms. 

I went back and forth from one cunt to the other. My cock became hotter and 
harder with each change. I could feel their juices mixing on my cock. My 
mother's lubricating honey and Sally's hot quim liquid were both making my 
cock slippery and hard. 

As I went back and forth, and as I went in and out of each dripping honey 
pot, I suddenly, in mid air spurted out my come. My semen rushed out of my 
cock head and splattered both my mother and her friend with its hot wetness. 
My juice was all over both women. My balls had suddenly given up their most 
precious cream. 

When it was over, both women demanded that f tell them which cunt was the 
best. I didn't think that was a fair question to ask and told them that I 
would need more time to decide. I really didn't want to decide. I hated 
being in the middle of an argument. I just wanted to get out of there, and 
go on home, but I was dependent on my getting a ride in Sally's car with my 
mother. 

As the hour was getting late, I asked Jack if he wished to speak to me 
again. He told me that indeed he did, because he did have sex with his 
mother again. He was forced to make the decision as to which cunt was 
better, but he said that he told each of them privately that theirs was the 
wettest and the juciest. 

Jack said that he indeed needed to talk to me and so we made another 
appointment for the following week. His mother had grown so fond of her son, 
that when they had invited Sally and her husband Peter over for dinner, she 
forced him to be there and keep them all company. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Jack arrived in my office the next week and immediately proceeded to discuss 
what had happened at the dinner party he told me about. His mother had 
bought him a new suit of clothes and he wore that suit during the dinner. 

Jack at first didn't know how his father would react to what was going on, 
and so he made sure that he didn't say a word to him all week long about 
what had happened at Sally's place. 

Well, we had a very pleasant dinner and nothing was said of the previous 
week's events. I thought for a while that it had been completely forgotten. 
I was wrong. After the dinner was over, my mother made me stand up and model 
my new suit. Everyone looked to admire it, especially Sally. She paid 
particular attention to the crotch, where it was very tight. She looked at 
my fly very closely, noticing that the fly clearly showed the outline of my 
prick. 

My father just said that it was a nice suit, and Peter, Sally's husband, 
didn't seem to say anything, he just kept pouring himself more wine. 

We retired to the living room and sat down on the sofa and chairs. Nobody 
said very much and my father served us each brandy. 

Peter struck up a conversation with my mother. She immediately responded and 
the two of them were very busily engaged in talking about God only knows 
what. They laughed and joked and no one had the foggiest notion of what they 
were talking about. 

Sally paid all her attention to me. She kept looking at my pants and 
complimenting me on them. 

"Those pants really make you look good, you know, don't they? " She 
addressed this last question to my father who looked at me. "They are a bit 
tight, but that makes them all the sexier," she said. 

"Yeah," said my father, "it shows he's got balls. But it doesn't show if he 
know how to use them," he said. 

"Well," Sally replied, "he certainly does. I can say that for him. He 
certainly knows how to use the equipment that he's got. Isn't that right, 
Janet?" My mother suddenly looked up and smiled. 

"He certainly does, dear," she said. "Our son is a man, all right." She went 
back to talking to Peter. My mother and Peter kept up a very animated 
conversation. It wasn't until later that we all saw that they were fondling 
each other. 

"Well," said my father, "I can see that Jack isn't the only one who puts his 
dick to good use. I can see others with stiff cocks right now." He wasn't 
angry, just amused. He couldn't understand how someone else could find my 
mother attractive. 

My father's cock became very stiff, watching my mother playing with Peter's 
dong. Sally noticed this and opened my father's fly. She began to suck on 
his cock, and played with his balls with one hand while she opened my fly 
and played with my cock with the other. 

My mother and Peter began to notice the action in our corner of the room and 
motioned to her partner to come over and join us. Pretty soon there were the 
five of us, all sucking and massaging each other's sexual equipment. 

My mother grabbed hold of my dick and started^ to squeeze it. She began to 
lick the tip of my penis and worked her way down to the base of the shaft. I 
had become quite hard by now, and my prick was ready to thrust itself into a 
nice juicy quim. 

Sally and my father seemed to be very interested in each other. His dick was 
down her mouth, and he was feeling her cunt with his fingers. He had managed 
to get her dress off, and was about to start fucking her. 

My mother whispered to me that she wanted to suck me off as she got fucked 
by Peter. I liked getting blow jobs and I rammed my dick deep down her 
throat. I felt my cock becoming harder and harder as the stiff shaft thrust 
downward as far as it would go. I grabbed hold of my mother's tits and 
squeezed her nipples until they were also stiff and erect. 

Peter's whang was hard and throbbing. He felt my mother's pussy hairs with 
his cock head and began to insert his dong. He penetrated her quickly and 
she emitted loud gasps of pain and pleasure as the stick went deeper and 
deeper into her hole. 

My balls kept hitting my mother on the chin as my cock went deeper into her 
mouth. I could feel my come beginning to rise in my cock. My balls felt like 
they were going to burst. 

My father noticed my mother giving me head and he turned to watch. He looked 
at Peter fucking her and gave a soft chuckle. 

"What's so funny?" I asked. 

"Why don't you fuck your mother, and let Peter get his dick blown? Come on, 
son, be a man. Fuck your mother." 

My mother and I looked at each other and I turned to him. "I've already 
fucked mom before. I want to get sucked this time, if you have no 
objections. I don't need you to tell me when I am a man. I want mom to give 
me a blow job. Why don't you go back to fucking Sally? Your cock is doing 
pretty well there." He looked away sheepishly. Apparently he didn't know 
that I had already fucked his wife, my mother the week before. 

I knew that I was about to come. Ifelt it just as it was about to happen. I 
felt my come about to spurt. It was a sensational feeling. I had never 
before shot my load into my mother's mouth. 

"I'm shooting!" I cried. "I'm coming, mom, I'm shooting my load into your 
throat. Eat my cock, ma! Eat me!" I was screaming with joy. My balls flew 
around wildly, my cock was in a frenzy. My come just poured out thick and 
fast. My mother drank it as fast as it shot out of my cock. She swallowed 
every spurt. 

"Oh, my son," she said when I had stopped spurting, "your come is the most 
delicious come I've ever tasted. It tastes much better than your father's." 

I glanced over at my father. He was too busy fucking that big-tittied broad 
to have heard what my mother said. I smiled. 

"Thanks, mom," I said, "I loved the way you sucked my cock. Next time, I'm 
going to fuck you and only you. I want to shove my cock inside your juicy 
fleshy pussy. I want to feel your cunt walls surrounding my dick. Your 
beautiful body really turns me on, and I think your tits are the greatest, 
even if they're not the biggest tits in the world." 

CONCLUSION 

I explained to the patient that his father's influence on him was still very 
strong. It was necessary for him to make his own way into the world and not 
be unduly ruled by what other people thought. 

If he wanted to be sucked off by his mother, then that was entirely his 
right as long as she liked giving head. Just because his father said that 
being a man meant fucking a cunt, doesn't mean that that was in fact so, and 
that no person had the right to make judgments like that on another person. 

I explained to Jack that if he still felt like fucking his mother, he should 
feel free to do so, but that if he did it only to prove to his father that 
he was man enough to do it, then he should immediately come back and we 
could discuss it further, but in the meantime, there was no further need for 
me to see him. 

CASE HISTORY SIX 

Subject: Arthur E. Age: Fifteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Arthur was a good looking boy who had a great deal of difficulty speaking. 
It wasn't that he stammered or stuttered. It was just that he had a great 
deal of difficulty in saying just what was on his mind. It took a long time 
for him to even begin discussing what was bothering him. 

He had been coming to my office for nearly six months. He dutifully attended 
each session and recited some facts about certain incidents that had 
occurred, but he never really got very deep into the actual circumstances of 
what was happening. It was as if he were afraid to discuss them at all. 

It wasn't until he had been with me for some time, that I began to 
understand the nature of his problem. I knew that he would have to spend a 
good deal of time talking to me before he could resolve his many conflicts 
about himself. 

I don't know why I have this trouble talking about myself. "I guess I'm 
feeling very inadequate or incompetent. I've tried to talk to people who 
said they could help me, but you are the first one I've spoken to who seems 
to have a genuine understanding of what I'm all about. 

My parents have always liked me. I know that because they always spend a 
good deal of time with me. It's not just that they buy me things, which they 
do, it's because they are willing to go out of their way and do things with 
me. I know of many kids who have parents who think that they are just in the 
way, but I guess I can consider myself fortunate in that my folks truly want 
me to be part of their lives. 

I feel very grateful to them for that, and perhaps that is part of the 
problem. I know that most boys my age are still virgins. At least I still 
think they are, even though they always deny it and tell me how many girls 
they have just fucked. I'm pretty sure they are lying, but it doesn't really 
matter. But the problem is that I don't really know whether what I am doing 
is wrong or not. 

My parents take me everywhere they go. They are always taking me to dinner 
parties with their friends, and we are always going away for weekends 
together. My mother and I have always been much closer than most boys have 
been with their mothers, and I sometimes think that I listen to her much too 
much of the time. 

Last weekend was typical of the things that we have done together. It was 
going to be a really beautiful two days, at least that was what the 
weatherman had promised, and my folks and I together with the Klingers, 
that's their friends, went up to a place called Lake-Taconic. It's quite a 
distance away from where we live and I had been there many times before with 
just my folks. 

There's a lot to do up there, and I looked forward to being able to go 
canoeing, and rowing on the lake and go hiking in the woods. I always. have 
a good deal of fun when I'm there and I knew that this time wouldn't be an 
exception. 

The five of us drove up there early Saturday morning, and the sun was 
shining beautifully. I had brought along several changes of clothes, as did 
everyone else, and we brought along a picnic lunch to eat along the way. It 
was going to be the beginning of a wonderful weekend. 

When we arrived, we checked into the resort hotel, and my father signed the 
register. I learned for the first time, that I would be in a separate room 
down the hall from everyone else. Previously, I had always shared a room 
with my parents. We both preferred that arrangement, and I never wanted my 
own room even though I supposed some people might consider me a sissy. My 
parents didn't do it to save the money, but because we used to sit up nights 
just talking wit h each other. 

Anyway, I had my own room, and I started to unpack my things. I was feeling 
a bit gloomy at this turn of events, and I decided that I would go out for a 
long walk. I loved to walk along the cloistered paths that radiated from the 
hotel. There were always some small animals that I would see along the way, 
such as rabbits, and woodchucks. I like animals and I would always carry 
some nuts with me or some carrots and feed them. 

I was out for quite a while. My parents knew where I was going. I would 
never go anywhere without telling them exactly where I was. They always 
trusted me to return exactly when I said I was going to. I said that I would 
be out until suppertime, and I proceeded on my hike. 

Though the weather had started out really nice, I noticed that it began to 
get cloudy as I started my walk. I didn't think anything of it, because 
since the weatherman had said that it would be sunny all day, I just figured 
that it was a temporary cloudiness that would soon disappear. I was wrong. 

The clouds became thicker and heavier and I had a strong feeling that there 
was going to be a storm. I turned around and headed back to the hotel. 

I didn't go upstairs immediately, I hung around the gift shop that the hotel 
has on the main floor and just wandered about generally. It was very early, 
and I didn't know where my parents would be. I figured that they were 
inside, because now it really was raining very hard and I didn't want to 
disturb them if they decided to take a nap before they went out for the 
evening. 

I got tired of hanging around downstairs, and went up to my room where I 
read for a while. It was getting late and I decided to quietly knock on my 
parents' door to see if they were in. 

When I got near the door, I was amazed to hear a good deal of noise. I 
peeked in through the keyhole and was astounded at what I saw. 

The first thing that I saw was my mother and Mrs. Klinger kissing each 
other. I knew that they sometimes kissed each other when they greeted one 
another or when they said good-bye, but this was a different kind of 
kissing. They were kissing in a way that I had always associated with making 
love. 

I just watched and stared for a few minutes, and saw that they were 
completely naked. I had never seen my mother completely naked before, at 
least that I remember. They were holding each other in their arms, caressing 
and squeezing each other's breasts. 

I had no idea where my father was, or where Mr. Klinger was, but I soon 
discovered that they were in the same room. They were apparently watching 
their wives making love because I saw my father approach them. He, too, was 
completely nude and his penis was erect. He was obviously aroused by 
watching the two women. 

I saw him press his cock onto Mrs. Klinger's body, and she moved her hands 
until she was holding his prick. He started to thrust his cock deeper 
against her, and I noticed that he was playing with her cunt hairs. 

The sight of my father with a hard-on, made me excited, and my prick became 
stiff, too. 

There was no one in the hallway at the time, and as I watched them through 
the keyhole, I began to rub my dick, making my pants bulge out in the front. 

I hoped that no one would come by, because I would be very embarrassed. Even 
if they couldn't see me masturbating, they would know that I was looking at 
someone through a keyhole. Fortunately, most of the people were either out, 
or they didn't rent those rooms, because no one came into the hallway. 

As my father began to fuck Mrs. Klinger, my mother disappeared from the 
view. From the sounds that she was making, I knew that Mr. Klinger was 
probably fucking her. I could hear her telling him to fuck her harder, and 
things like that. 

My father's cock was going in and out of Mrs. Klinger's cunt hole with great 
force. He was pumping hard, and I could hear Mrs. Klinger moaning. I guess 
they didn't know they were being observed. 

I started jerking off very quickly now. Each time I caught a glimpse of Mrs. 
Klinger's pink cunt lips, I rubbed myself harder. I fantasized that I was 
sucking on her tits, biting each of her nipples and that I was doing the 
fucking, not my father. 

She was very well developed and her tits were much bigger than any tits I 
had ever seen on a girl. I couldn't get my eyes off her. I masturbated 
wildly, and I even unzipped my pants, wanting to beat my hot meat until I 
came. 

Suddenly, my father emitted a sharp cry, and his cock rammed her pussy 
faster and faster. I knew he was coming, and suddenly my own cock began to 
spurt. My cock was so hard, and the come just poured out onto the door to 
their room, and also onto the carpet. 

I kept crying out, as my come forced its way to the top of my prick and out 
onto the floor. As I held my prick in my hand, it got soaking wet, with my 
wet creamy stuff and my pants became stained. 

My father's body stopped shaking, and I was about to zip up my fly and go 
back into my room when suddenly the door opened. It was my mother. 

"Well, look who's here!" she said with surprise in her voice. "I didn't know 
we had a voyeur for a son." My father came over to me immediately. 

"Do you mean to say that you were watching us all this time?" he demanded to 
know. "Were you looking at us through this keyhole?" 

"He must have been," said my mother. "Look. His dick is still hanging out of 
his pants and look at the puddle on the floor. He must have been 
masturbating, while looking at us." 

I was very embarrassed. I didn't know what to do or say. I just wanted to 
run into my room and close the door, but I was too frightened to make a 
move. 

"I ... I'm ... I'm sorry," I stammered. "I didn't mean to peek." 

"What do you mean, you didn't mean to peek? If you didn't want to peek, you 
would have gone straight to your room." My father was very angry now. 

"Don't be angry with him," said my mother, "he probably intended to do just 
that, but heard noises from here." 

"That's just what happened, "I protested. "I didn't really intend to watch 
you. I had just never seen you do this before." 

"Mr. and Mrs. Klinger are good friends of ours," my mother said, "and just 
because you've never seen us do this before, doesn't mean that we never 
have. I guess it's about time you knew what we really were all about." 

"But I do know," I argued. "We've been very close. We have always talked to 
each other about things and I never knew about this." 

"Well, we just never thought you were old enough," she said. "But apparently 
we should have told you rather than have you find out this way. I guess it's 
too late, now. I guess that you've already seen as much as we could have 
told you." 

"I don't know," I said. "Do you always fuck with other people?" 

"Only with our good friends," my father said. "We don't fuck with just 
anyone." In the background, I could see the Klinger's talking among 
themselves. They were obviously interested in what was going on between my 
parents and me, but didn't want to butt in. 

My parents insisted that I enter the room. I did so reluctantly, and I 
suddenly found myself in a room with four naked people. 

"How come you are the only one with your clothes on?" Mrs. Klinger asked. 
"We are all nude and now that you understand everything about us and your 
parents, I think it only right if you were to take off your clothes too." 

I did so, with some prodding from my mother. I was completely nude, and I 
was surprised that my body was met with admiring glances from everyone. 

"You really have a nice body," said Mrs. Klinger. "Your pecker is really 
beautiful." 

"Yes, isn't it?" responded my mother. "I remember when he was little and I 
used to give him a bath. I used to say then, that he would grow up and be a 
very popular young man. All the ladies would fall for him, because he was so 
good looking and had a really cute cock." 

I was a little embarrassed, but after a while I began to feel more 
comfortable. We just sat around talking, and we did an awful lot of 
complaining about the weather. There was nothing to do, so we just sat and 
talked until it was time for supper. 

We all got dressed for the meal, and my mother and father took my hand as we 
went downstairs to the dining room. 

We were running out of time, and I asked Arthur if there were more to his 
story. He insisted that indeed there was a good deal more. 

I asked him to return the following night and resume his narrative from 
there. He agreed to do so and we parted for the day. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Arthur returned the next day and asked if he could talk about something 
else. I wanted to know why and he replied that he was not in the mood to 
talk about that weekend again. 

I explained that this was precisely the point. If he didn't want to talk 
about it, then there must be a good reason for it and it would certainly be 
of great benefit if he would force himself to do so. He at first refused, 
but with some gentle coaxing from me, lie finally relented and continued to 
tell me exactly what had happened that weekend in the country. 

Well, we had our supper and the rest of that evening was pretty uneventful. 
The food was really quite good, and we were all stuffed. We spent the 
evening in the community room where there was a fireplace. No one expected 
to need a fireplace that night, but because the weather was so bad, we all 
felt like sitting in front of it. 

We went to sleep fairly early. It was supposed to clear up on Sunday, and 
everyone looked forward to a day swimming or boating on the lake. 

The next day, it was indeed a beautiful day. It looked like it was going to 
remain that way all day, but we weren't sure because Saturday had started 
out the same way. We got up and the five of us had breakfast together. 

We chatted about nothing much at the breakfast table and we made our plans 
for the day. 

Fortunately, the day did turn out to be very warm and clear. I took out a 
row boat and went rowing with my father, while my mother and the Klingers 
spent the day swimming. My father and I also went for a short swim, and I 
had completely forgotten about the previous day's incident. 

It wasn't until later, when we were changing for dinner that I was reminded 
of that event, by a remark that Mrs. Klinger made. I had gotten dressed in 
my best clothes, because the Sunday dinner at this resort was usually very 
special. 

I entered my parents room after I had gotten dressed and everyone 
complimented me on my new suit that my folks had bought for me just for this 
occasion. 

"My," Mrs, Klinger exclaimed, "you really do look handsome. I don't know if 
you look better in your new clothes, or out of clothes completely." She 
tittered, and everyone else chuckled. I was the only one who felt 
uncomfortable. I wanted to tell her that she looked good in her clothes, 
too, but I was afraid that she would think I didn't like her without clothes 
on. I didn't want the conversation to continue along these lines, and so I 
changed the subject. 

It apparently didn't do much good to talk about the great day we had, 
because they all started talking about me again. I guess they were really 
fascinated with my body or something. 

Anyway, we went down and had dinner. After dinner, I wandered off into my 
room and listened to the radio for a while. I almost fell asleep, when I 
heard a knock on my door. 

"Arthur," said my father, "why are you staying off by yourself? Why don't 
you come and join us in our room?" 

"I don't know," I replied. "I'm a bit tired I guess and I just want to be 
alone for the rest of the evening." 

"Don't be silly," he said. "We're up here to have a good time. Come on, you 
don't want to be a spoilsport, do you?" 

"No. What will we do? What will the five of us do in your room?" That was 
the trouble with places like this. .There was plenty to do if the weather 
was nice and it was daytime, but at night, or when it rained, there was 
absolutely nothing to do. You could watch television or listen to the radio 
or read, but you could do that at home, and it wouldn't cost you anything. 

"Okay," I said. "I'll come along. Just give me a minute to get dressed." 

"You don't have to dress up in something fancy, you know. It's not formal." 

"I know, but I'm just wearing my old and torn jeans. I was thinking of 
changing into something a little less ragged." I had changed immediately 
after dinner out of my good suit and into these torn jeans. I felt 
comfortable in them, and I always wore them when I could. 

"Come along just as you are," my father demanded, "none of us is dressed 
up." 

"Well, okay," I said. "I'll come right along." I turned off the radio, and 
met my father in the hallway. He was wearing some old clothes, too, and I 
didn't feel so bad. I hated to be seen in these rags that I had on, and 
usually only wore them when I was alone. 

We entered my parents room, and my mother was there with the Klingers. They 
were all dressed very casually, and the television set was turned on. We 
watched a program or two, and then my father switched off the set, saying 
that there really was nothing interesting on. 

It was true, but there wasn't much else to do. My folks brought out a few 
bottles of liquor, and offered each of us a drink. 

"Would you like to sip something, Arthur?" my father asked me. "It's okay 
for tonight if you have a tiny drink." 

"I don't know," I replied. It was unusual for him to offer me a drink. He 
never liked it even when I would have a glass of beer. "What do you have?" 

"You can have some wine if you like. That won't be too strong for you, will 
it?" 

"No, I don't think so." I liked wine, and eagerly accepted a small glass 
full. I drank it immediately, and asked for another glass. I tasted really 
good and I was glad for an opportunity to drink without worrying about my 
father finding out. 

"More?" he said. "I guess you really like the stuff." 

"It is good," I said. "I'll only have a little bit more, though." 

"You can have as much as you like," he said filling my glass up. "This is a 
special night and we can make some special rules." 

"Okay, fine with me," I said. I downed the second glass and held it out for 
another refill. I was beginning to feel the effects of the wine and I loved 
every moment of it. 

My father filled up my glass again, and pretty soon I was laughing and 
joking and we were all having a wonderful time drinking. They were all 
drinking scotch, and they were drinking as much of that as I was of the 
wine. 

"How are you feeling?" my mother asked me. "You look really happy." 

"I feel great," I said. "I haven't felt so great in a long, long time." I 
really did feel good. The wine had taken complete hold of me, and I felt 
like singing and dancing. 

I was feeling very giddy and when Mrs. Klinger asked me if I would like some 
more wine, I replied in a way that I had never done before. 

"Sure, I would like some more wine," I began, "are you going to get it for 
me, big tits?" 

She was stunned at first, but then everyone began to laugh, especially me. I 
thought it was the funniest thing that I had ever said. I laughed and 
laughed until my eyes began to tear. 

"What kind of talk is that?" my father demanded. "Why are you saying things 
like that?" 

"Well, she does have big tits," I giggled. "She has the biggest boobies of 
anyone I know." 

"And how many women do you know?" Mrs. Klinger asked me. 

"Enough," I replied. I was proud of my remark, and I was grinning from ear 
to ear. 

"Well, it seems we have a man, in our midst," said my mother. "Our little 
boy has grown up." 

"I certainly have," I said. "I'm not so little and I never was." 

"You certainly aren't little now," Mrs. Klinger giggled. "From what I saw 
yesterday, you aren't little at all." I suddenly realized what she was 
talking about. I became embarrassed for a moment and then became very 
aggressive. 

"You bet I'm not little!" I shouted. "I'm not little where it counts most." 
I was yelling very loudly, and I could sense that my parents were a little 
embarrassed by my outburst. I didn't care though, and I kept yelling. "I bet 
my pecker is bigger than either of you women could handle!" I yelled. "I've 
seen your cunts and they are nothing at all." 

I thought I was hysterically funny. I laughed and laughed. Mrs. Klinger also 
thought it was amusing and she also laughed. It wasn't until my father spoke 
up, that the two of us had calmed down. 

"Well, big man, if you're so sure that you are more than enough for the 
women here, why don't you prove it? Why don't you show us how big you really 
are?" 

"Yes," agreed my mother, "let's see what you've got. We don't want you to 
keep on wasting your good body juices by spilling them on the floor." I knew 
what she meant. I was a little bit frightened for the moment, but then my 
courage returned. 

"Okay," I said. "I'm game. Who's to be first?" Mrs. Klinger lost no time in 
answering. 

"I volunteer!" she squealed. "I want to be the very first." She immediately 
came over to me and put her hand on my crotch. She pressed hard against my 
fly and I could feel my cock beginning to stiffen. She felt it too, because 
she remarked on how I was getting less little all the time. 

I was barely conscious of the other people in the room, because I started to 
undo Mrs. Klinger's blouse without for a moment losing my determination. I 
wanted to fuck her, and I wanted to fuck her right then and there. 

"My!" she exclaimed, "you surely have quick fingers. You've gotten my blouse 
off in half the time it takes my husband to do it nowadays." She grinned 
impishly at him. 

'That's no fair," he protested, "he's much younger than I am and has never 
known your body. That always makes a man work faster." 

"I don't mind, dear," she said, "if I like the way he balls me, I will trade 
you in for him." 

"Before we make a deal," said my mother, "I'll have to have a trial run 
myself." 

I knew that my mother wanted me to fuck her. I could see that in her eyes. 
She constantly watched Mrs. Klinger massage my cock and her own hand went to 
her pussy and she started to moan softly. 

Mrs. Klinger lowered my fly at the same time that I started to bite her 
nipples gently with my teeth. She took out my cock and squeezed my balls. My 
mother's body began to heave. She suddenly strode over to me, and started to 
lick my dick while Mrs. Klinger rubbed the shaft. The two ladies were 
working my prick over, and soon my father walked over to Mrs. Klinger and 
began to stroke her back. 

"Your penis is so beautiful," Mrs. Klinger said. "I'd really like to have 
that dick shoved up my cunt. I'm beginning to get all wet and dripping, just 
thinking about having your hard cock inside my quim." Mrs. Klinger began to 
masturbate herself. I couldn't stand it any longer. I took my dick out from 
my mother's mouth and I frantically began to tear off Mrs. Klinger's skirt. 

"Not so fast!" commanded my father. "Don't try to rush things." 

"But I can't take it any more!" I protested. "My cock is so hard, that if 
mom keeps sucking on me, I will shoot in her mouth before I've fucked her 
and Mrs. Klinger. I want her juicy and dripping twat, dad, please let me go 
on." 

He motioned for me to continue and in just another minute, I had Mrs. 
Klinger's clothes off and my hand began to remove her panties. I could feel 
the cunt hairs sopping with pussy juice. My dick was hard and ready to enter 
the passageway of golden delights. 

I forced her onto her back and I got on top of her. My dick aimed for her 
hole and I lowered my body until my cock head was just above her pink slit. 
My father's fingers were in her hole and I had to forcefully remove his hand 
so that my cock would be able to enter. 

I wasn't aware of my own strength, because he seemed surprised that I was 
able to stop him from finger-fucking Mrs. Klinger. 

"You really are determined," he said to me. "You really want to get into 
that quim." 

"I really do, dad, I've got to fuck her." I was panting and gasping for 
breath. My whole body was in a state of tremendous excitement. I had never 
known such exquisite pleasures. 

I inserted my penis with such force, that Mrs. Klinger let out a howl. "Ow!" 
she cried. 

"Sorry," I said, but I didn't slow down the rate of my penetration. I shoved 
my dick into her twat as far as it would go. 

My mother, meanwhile, had to be content with massaging my balls. Her hands 
were wrapped around my balls, squeezing them tighter and tighter as I 
slammed my shaft into her friend. 

Mr. Klinger wanted a blow job, and my mother provided that for him. His huge 
organ was deep into her throat, and he kept thrusting his body so that his 
cock went in and out of her salivating mouth. My father was rubbing Mrs. 
Klinger's side with his cock, trying to get into her body, but my cock 
wouldn't let him in. 

"Oh, baby, fuck me!" Mrs. Klinger gasped. 

"Ram that cock, baby! You aren't a little boy at all!" 

"You are really going to get rucked, aren't you?" I asked rhetorically. I 
knew that she was getting the fuck of her life. "Who fucks you better, me or 
my father? I demanded to know. "Who's cock gives you a bigger thrill?" 

"Oh, you do, Arthur," she moaned. "Your young meat is the hottest and best 
meat that my flesh has ever known. Oh, please, Arthur, baby, fuck me hard. 
Please! Fuck me! Shove that ramrod in as far as it will go. 

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't . know if you have a pussy left," I 
said. I could feel my body about to burst. I wanted to fuck my mother too, 
but I think it was too late for that. 

My cock suddenly erupted. I felt my come shooting fast and thick into Mrs. 
Klinger's dripping fleshy juice pot. I screamed with delight. 

"I'm coming! I'm shooting!" I cried. "I'm shooting my hot come into your 
sopping wet pussy! Oh, baby! I'm coming thick and hard!" I couldn't stop my 
spasms in my body. I was shaking from head to toe. 

"Come, baby," she shouted. Come hard into me! Fuck me! Please!! Fuck me!!" 
She was screaming and writhing on the floor. Her body was exploding like the 
Fourth of July. "I'm coming with you!" she shouted. I could feel her hot 
juices almost drowning my cock. My body was hot and sweaty as her cunt 
juices flowed unceasingly. 

My father had just now shoved his cock into Mrs. Klinger's mouth and pumped 
it back and forth. He was on the verge of climax also, and I saw my mother 
giving head to Mr. Klinger. I was the only one in the room actually fucking. 
I felt very good about it. I felt like a bigger man than my father or Mr. 
Klinger because they were only getting their cocks sucked. I was fucking. I 
was a man. 

CONCLUSION 

I told Arthur that he indeed had a bit of a problem to work out, and that he 
would need to come back to me for several more sessions. It was important 
that he understand that his closeness with his parents is both a good and 
bad thing, and that total openness is fine, as long as he doesn't feel that 
his parents are using that closeness for their own ends. 

He insisted that his desire to fuck his mother and her friends was 
completely his own, but I pointed out that it didn't seem that that was 
true, since he had at first not wanted to spend the. evening with them, and 
was only persuaded to by his father. 

His getting drunk was because he must have known what was about to happen 
and that this was the only way that he could overcome his guilt feelings 
about it. 

He is still coming to me for advice, and his case is not yet completely 
finished. It will be some time before I consider him cured. 

CASE HISTORY SEVEN 

Subject: Martha P. Age: Sixteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Martha is a strange case. When she came to me, she admitted right off that 
she was a nymphomaniac. I didn't say anything to her when she told me that, 
hoping that she would elaborate. She didn't, and I had to prod her to find 
out why she had told me. 

She admitted that she wanted to see what my reaction would be, and whether 
or not I would find her so repulsive that I would throw her out of my 
office. I told her that I never considered my patients repulsive, and 
certainly having sex was not repulsive no matter how many times you did it. 

She further explained that it was her parents who made her a nymphomaniac 
and that she wanted me to know exactly how it had come about. 

I asked her just why she had come to see me. I didn't listen to people just 
to hear stories, and that if she didn't have a problem that she wanted to 
discuss with me, I would think it best if she didn't take up so much of her 
and my time. 

Martha admitted that she didn't feel completely free and easy about it. For 
one thing, she wasn't completely sure whether she preferred men or women. 
She enjoyed having sex with both, and that it made her a bit uneasy to think 
herself a lesbian. 

I told her to begin at the beginning, and to tell me exactly just why she 
thought her parents had made her a nymphomaniac and why she thought she 
might be a lesbian. 

Well, I guess you might call my background pretty typical of a middle-class 
upbringing in New York City. I went to all the right schools, private 
schools of course, and I'm now in a very good one on the East Side. My 
parents were very typical parents. They are involved in all sorts of causes 
and they actively try to interest me in many things like ecology and the 
sort. 

Anyway, they have many friends, and they are great party goers. There are 
always people over at our house, or we are always going out somewhere. We go 
to a lot of plays and see a lot of movies. I have a good many friends of my 
own, and I'm always busy doing something. 

I guess it may be hard for you to see just how this all fits in, but it 
does. My parents don't like it if I stay at home and do nothing. They think 
I'm just wasting my time, and maybe they're right. 

I used to stay alone in my room a lot, and I remember one day when my mother 
walked in and discovered that I was using an old broom handle to masturbate 
with. 

Needless to say, she was very upset. I tried to explain it away, but the 
situation was really very obvious. I was lying on my bed, completely naked, 
and the broom handle was in my hand. 

"What are you doing, Martha?" she asked. "Why are your clothes off?" 

"I'm just resting," I said. "What's wrong with that?" 

"What are you doing with that old broom? Why are you holding it over 
yourself like that?" I felt embarrassed, but I tried to explain it away. 

"It was just lying in the closet, and I thought I'd do a little cleaning." I 
knew it was a weak excuse, but I thought I had to try it. 

"You are cleaning your room lying on your back? Come on, Martha, don't take 
me for a fool. I know what you were doing." 

"All right," I said belligerently,"if you know what I was doing, then tell 
me. What was I doing, if not cleaning? I just was taking a rest for a 
moment." 

"You think I'm stupid? You really think you have a moron for a mother, don't 
you? Well, young lady, I'll tell you what you were doing. You were using 
that broomstick as a dildo, that's what you were doing." I was confused. 

"What's a dildo?" I asked. I had never heard of it before. 

"You know perfectly well what a dildo is. A dildo is an artificial penis. 
You were inserting that handle into your vagina, and pretending you were 
being fucked." 

"I was not!" I argued, but it was futile to argue with my mother, especially 
as what she said I was doing was the truth. 

"Yes, you were. I saw you fucking yourself. That's disgusting!" I was about 
to cry, until she explained what she meant. 

"I don't mean that masturbating is disgusting, don't get me wrong. But that 
broom handle is so old and dirty. You might really hurt yourself or get some 
sort of infection. You should use a real dildo if you don't have a man to 
fuck you." 

"But you know I don't have a boyfriend now. And since I never heard of a 
dildo, how would I go about getting one?" 

"Well, you could have asked your mother, you know. That's what mothers are 
for, dear, to help out their children and answer their questions." 

"Okay, ma, let me ask you now. Where can I get a dildo? I enjoy pushing hard 
things into my hole, and the broom handle was the only thing I could think 
of.." 

"Well, dear, I happen to have one. I'm surprised that you didn't discover it 
during your many periods of rummaging throughout the house." 

"Come on, mom, you know I don't snoop around. Just because I was looking in 
your closet for a dress I thought you had there, doesn't mean that I spy on 
you or daddy or anyone. Honestly, I didn't know that you had a dildo. Could 
you get it for me? I'd love to see what it looks like." 

"It looks like a penis. It's long, and hard, but flexible." 

"But why should you have a dildo? You have daddy. Doesn't his penis work all 
right?" I was feeling that maybe their sex life wasn't all that it could be. 

"Of course, Martha dear," she said, "daddy and I get along just fine in bed, 
but you know that sometimes he's away for long periods of time. What am I to 
do then?" 

"Well, you could let the milkman fuck you. I know that he wants to. I've 
seen the way he looks at you when he comes to collect his money." 

"I don't want to discuss the milkman. I've been fucked by him once and that 
was once too many times." 

"Why? Didn't he do a good job?" 

"Oh, it was okay, but his cock never really got too hard. I guess it's 
because he has to get up so early in the morning. Anyway, it just felt like 
my cunt was a fish tank and his cock was a little goldfish swimming around 
in it. Never again. Besides, I like having a dildo just to have it. You 
never know when you might meet someone and it comes in handy." 

"What do you mean? Don't all the guys you meet have cocks?" 

"Of course they do, but I meet a lot of women too, you know, and that?s when 
I need the artificial prick." 

"You mean you have sex with women? I thought that was illegal or something." 

"Don't be naive, dear. Getting fucked by another woman is completely 
delightful. I don't care whether the government approves or not. You know 
that everyone has to find satisfaction where he or she can. I think you 
would enjoy it, too, if there were a girl that wanted to have sex with you." 

"But I don't know any girls who like being fucked by anyone but a man. Maybe 
you could introduce me to some of your friends." 

"Perhaps, but I do know one woman who likes having sex with other women. You 
know her too." 

"Who, mom? Who do I know who would be willing to fuck me? Is she that Smith 
woman that I remember daddy telling me about? I know that he likes to fuck 
her, and he says that she has lots of other interests." 

"No, not her. Your father and I like to fuck with her, it's true, but I'm 
not referring to her, though maybe she would be good for you. No, I was 
thinking of someone a lot closer to you. Someone who loves you very much and 
would like to take in her arms as if you were a baby." 

"You mean ... you mean you, mother?" I was stunned. I didn't know that my 
mother wanted my body so badly. I was both amazed and pleased that I still 
was looked upon with great love by my mother. 

"Yes, dear, I do mean me. I'd really like to hold you, and fondle your 
breasts, and put my fingers inside your beautiful pink cunt." 

"Oh, mother, please do!" I was ecstatic. I knew it would be much better than 
masturbating. 

"I'm going to, Martha. I'm going to show you what two women can do together. 
I'm going to get my dildo and I'll be right back." She left my room and 
entered her own. I heard her searching around for the dildo. She returned 
moments later. I looked at it. It was beautiful. It was the shape of a stiff 
prick, with two rubber balls on the end. It was perfect. It was bigger than 
any dong I had ever seen and I couldn't wait until my mother shoved it into 
my juicy cunt. 

"Do you like it, Martha?" she asked. "Isn't this much better than a broom 
handle?" 

"Oh, yes it is!" I exclaimed. "It's so much nicer to look at." 

"It's also much nicer to feel, especially inside your pussy. Here, hold on 
to it." She gave me the dildo and I gripped it tightly. It felt both hard 
and soft at the same time. I knew I was going to enjoy it inside my cunt. 

I brushed it against my pussy hairs. It made me tingle with excitement, and 
I could feel my cunt juices beginning to flow. I was glad that my mother had 
caught me masturbating. I knew that this would be one of the most exciting 
moments in my life. 

My mother slowly began to remove her clothing. I could see that her tits 
were getting all excited from anticipating the sex that we were going to 
have. Her nipples were stiff and erect, and I could feel mine getting the 
same way. 

She removed her skirt and I saw her beautiful and hairy twat. Her opening 
was larger than mine, and I wanted to put my fingers into it, to make both 
me and my mother tingle with delight. 

"Give me the dildo," she commanded. "I'm ready to shove it into your hot 
pussy." I handed the fake organ to her and she massaged me with it. I could 
feel the rubber against my body. She pressed it against my tits and I knew 
that I wanted a thousand cocks to be shoved up my cunt at that instant. 

"Fuck me, mother!" I gasped. "Please fuck me with the dildo. I want to feel 
a prick up my hole now. I don't want to wait another minute." 

"You will be fucked when .1 say so," she said. My mother was always one to 
have her own way. "You are going to get the feel of a shaft very soon. But 
first I want to lick your twat and get it all ready for the hard-on." 

I felt her tongue caress my whole body. My mother began to lick my tits, 
biting my nipples gently. I felt her tongue lower and lower until my cunt 
hairs were beginning to tickle me. I wanted her-tongue up my cunt. I wanted 
her fingers up my cunt. I wanted that dildo up my cunt. I knew that before 
the day would be over, I would have everything inside my hot and wet pussy 
and that I would be completely satisfied for the first time in my life. 

"Eat me!" I cried. "Lick out my pussy juices with your tongue!" I wanted to 
have my cunt juices lapped up by my mother's tongue. It felt so good when 
she did it, that I just couldn't get enough. I needed to be drunk dry. I 
wanted to give up all my lubricating honey to my own and very precious 
mother. 

"Baby, your cunt is so delicious. I love you, darling. I love you and your 
luscious ripe bowl of honey. I must eat your hole, sugar, I must eat all of 
it!" My mother really lapped up my cunt hole. I felt her tongue sliding in 
deeper and deeper, Her tongue darted at my pussy lips and I could feel my 
twat walls pressing against the tongue. 

"Are you ready for the dildo?" she finally asked. "Do you want to be fucked 
now?" 

"Yes, yes!" I was ecstatic. "I must have that cock shoved up my cunt. Please 
mother! Please shove it into my slit!" My mother obliged me, and I felt that 
hard rubber dick slowly penetrating deep into my juicing hole. I wanted to 
be fucked. I wanted it badly. If only it were a real* cock! If only I was 
being fucked by a real man with an iron-hard penis! 

"Oh my baby girl! Oh my precious!" My mother was groaning. Her twat was all 
wet and both her fingers and my fingers were playing with her pussy lips. I 
had to have a piece of her twat. I needed my mother's deep and dark hole to 
make me happy. 

Suddenly, I felt a wave of fantastic pleasures come over me. I felt like 
there was a volcano inside my hole and it was about to erupt. 

"Oh, mother!" I cried. "What is this feeling? What's happening to me?" 

"You're coming, dear," she replied. "That fantastic feeling is nothing but a 
wave of shher delight. It's sheer pleasure, baby. You are coming with the 
dildo up your twat and your fingers up my hole. You are finger-fucking me, 
darling, and it's making you come." 

"Oh! Oh!" I couldn't say any more. I was rolling about on the bed, with my 
body shuddering and shaking. I felt so wonderful, that I didn't know where 
or who I was. 

"Shove your fingers up my twat!" my mother called out suddenly. "Finger-fuck 
me baby, fuck me as hard as you can!" I did as I was told, even though I 
could scarcely remain still. I rammed my hands into her luscious flesh and 
felt her juices dripping onto my fingers. I shoved as hard as I could and 
knew that she was feeling that volcano too. 

"Oh, mother!" I shouted. "I want you to come just like me. I want you to 
feel everything that I've been feeling." 

"I am, dearest. I'm coming. Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck 
me!" I rammed my fist as hard as I could. I heard my mother scream once more 
and then our bodies were silent. We ended our series of spasms and we were 
both quite still. 

"Isn't that much better than masturbating?" my mother asked. 

"Wow, it sure is," I replied. "Ill never shove a broom handle up my hole 
again. Even when I feel I must masturbate, I will use the dildo. I will 
never feel like hurting myself. I want to be fucked by pricks and fingers. 
It made me feel so good. 

Marina left my office that day, feeling just as good as she said she had 
when her mother rammed that dildo into her cunt. I knew that she was not a 
pervert, even though she sometimes thought herself one for liking sex with 
women, but I felt that it would take some time to convince her of that. 

I asked her to come back and tell me more about her relationship with her 
mother, and she agreed to do so the very next week. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

When Martha returned a week later, there was a noticeable change in her 
demeanor. She didn't seem to have the guilt feelings about lesbianism that 
she had earlier, and I asked her why. 

She said that it didn't matter to her anymore who she had sex with as long 
as she had sex with somebody. I asked her what had brought about this 
change, and she told me that it was because she was now able to have sex 
with not just her mother, but with her father and his friends, too. It had 
made her very happy to be able to please her parents the way she had done. 

She elaborated on this, and this is what she said. 

Several days later, my mother and I were engaged in the same sort of 
intercourse. I remember feeling the dildo up my twat, and this time I 
insisted that I use it on her cunt. We were in the midst of even greater 
ecstasy than before, when suddenly the door to my room opened up and there 
stood my father and a friend of his. 

"What's going on?" he said gruffly. "Are the two of you carrying on?" 

"Of course we are, dear," said my mother. "I was showing Martha how to use a 
dildo." 

"What the fuck does she need to use one of those things for? Doesn't she 
have a boyfriend?" 

I was a bit embarrassed, not because my father was there, but because he had 
a friend with him. His friend was obviously interested in the two of us, but 
I couldn't tell which cunt he wanted then. I knew my father had had my 
mother's cunt lots of times, and I figured the reason he didn't leave the 
room immediately was because he wanted to feel my pussy. I was right. He did 
want to fuck me and his friend wanted my mother. 

"I don't have a steady boyfriend," I protested. "Besides, the last one 
didn't really fuck me too good. A dildo feels really fine, dad. It really 
does." 

"I've got something better than a dildo for you, Martha. I've got a real 
prick. My prick is going to feel much better than a fake one. Just wait and 
see." 

I could hardly wait. I saw my father lowered his fly. His organ was already 
stiff and his cock poked its head out and aimed straight at me. It was big 
and it was thick. My tongue automatically reached out as if it could touch 
it. I wanted to lick his cock. I wanted to suck off my father. 

He began to approach me. His friend was right behind him and I could see 
that his friend had a hard-on too. I may have been right about my father, 
but I was wrong about his friend. He didn't want my mother, he wanted me. 
They both wanted to fuck me, and I wanted to feel both their pricks inside 
my pussy. 

My mother left the room with the dildo. I could hear her masturbating with 
it. She apparently didn't want to disturb me while I was being fucked by 
these two men, and she left to shove the dildo up her own twat. 

My father was the first to come to me. He approached with his dick hard and 
stiff, pointing at me. I could see his enormous balls hanging down to the 
sides of his shaft. I reached out and grabbed his dong. It felt so good, 
much better than even the dildo. This cock was real, and it was hard and 
hot. I pulled his dick over to my mouth and began to suck on his cock head. 
I liked the tip, beginning at the piss slit and I moistened the entire 
shaft. I held on to his balls tightly. I was almost afraid that he would 
leave if I didn't do so. 

As I was giving him head, my father began to remove his shirt. I saw his 
huge muscles and knew that he was very strong and could really ram his cock 
inside my hole. His friend also was taking his clothes off. I could scarcely 
conceal my delight. I was going to be rammed by two of the strongest men I 
had ever met. My body was going to be the receptacle for gobs and gobs of 
hot creamy come. 

I was lying on my back as these two magnificent and burly naked men 
approached me. I spread my legs and waited for the entrance of a cock. I 
wanted my hole to be filled up and I wanted it badly. 

My father was the first one to shove his dong down my hole. He rammed it in 
so hard that I screamed. I let out such a loud cry, that my mother came 
rushing back into the room. She was still naked, and I could tell that she 
was keeping that dildo going in and out of her dripping twat. 

"What's the matter? I thought I heard you cry out." 

"Yes, but it was only father's hot cock shoving its way into my slit. I 
didn't mean to alarm you." I was sorry that I had interrupted her pleasure. 

"Yeah, she loves it," my father grunted. "She really loved my dick ramming 
her cunt walls. I could tell, because her face all lit up." It was true. I 
had the look of extreme ecstasy on my face. I was in heaven. I had never 
felt so good before. 

"Well, if you're all right, dear," said my mother, "I'll go back and 
continue playing with my cunt." She started to make a move out of the door, 
but my father's naked friend held out his hand. He wanted to prevent her 
from leaving. 

"Where are you going? Wouldn't you like to get fucked?" 

"I'd love it, but I thought you were more interested in my daughter. I'd be 
glad to feel you fucking me." 

"Yeah, I'd love to fuck that girl all right, but her father is taking a long 
time with it. I'm very horny and I can't wait. If I stand here any more 
without a nice soft pussy to sink my dick into, I'll either go mad or jerk 
off." 

"That would be a waste," said my mother, "let's go over to the corner and 
you can fuck me there." They went over to the side, and I could see my 
mother's cunt being rammed with that man's hot and hard penis. He was 
fucking her quite rapidly, and I suddenly had a great desire to feel his 
cock inside my twat. 

"Fuck me too!" I cried. "Please, both of you! I want both cocks in my cunt." 
My father looked up with surprise. 

"You don't like my prick?" he asked. "What's wrong with the way I fuck?" 

"Nothing, daddy," I said. "I would just like to have two cocks in me at 
once. I'm looking at mom getting fucked by that massive stud and I want some 
of his meat too. Please understand." 

My father got up and motioned for his friend to come over to me. He left my 
mother, who remained to watch, keeping her own fingers inside her hole. 

My father's friend began to screw me. I felt his hot dick penetrating deep 
into my dripping well. My cunt hairs were sopping wet, and I knew that I was 
nearing climax. The man fucked me for about a minute, and then my father 
pushed him aside, demanding that his penis be allowed back into my slit. 

"She is my daughter, you know," he said. "I have the right to fuck her 
first." 

"Please don't fight over me, dad," I said. "I have two other holes. One of 
you can fuck my cunt, the other can screw me up the ass or fuck my face. I'd 
love to suck your beautiful big dick," I said to his friend, "I'd really 
love to give you head. Wouldn't you like to be sucked off?" He didn't answer 
me, but I knew that he wanted that. He moved his dick up to my tongue, and I 
began to lick his organ. His member was throbbing and I knew that he, too, 
was very close to a climax. 

My father kept pumping away, shoving his cock deeper with each thrust. 

"Oh, baby, I'm really fucking you. I'm really shoving my cock up my 
daughter's cunt hole!" 

1 was feeling absolute delight, I could tell. I knew that all three of us 
were going to come at the same time. I was right. I suddenly felt a hot 
spurt of come inside my throat and another one deep into my twat. My body 
was writhing with ecstasy as I felt my pussy lubricate madly and wildly. I 
ate and drank cock and come like it would be the last forever. I needed it. 
I wanted it. I had to have my father's come inside my cunt. 

"Fuck me daddy!!" I cried. "Fuck me as hard as you can! If you really love 
me like a father, you with fuck me with your hot cock as hard and as fast as 
you can!" I was screaming with delight. My body was filling up with the 
hottest and creamiest come I had ever tasted. 

My father's friend was forcing his spurting cock all the way down my throat. 
I swallowed every gob of come, and used my tongue to lick off any drops of 
cream that formed at the tip. I was feeling insane. I felt I was going mad. 

This day seemed to me to be the happiest day of my life. Both my mother and 
my father had been fucking me, and my father had brought along a friend for 
me to suck. 

CONCLUSION 

I realized that this girl was fixated on sex. She had to be fucked 
constantly and it didn't matter by whom or where or even what sex was 
fucking her. I tried to make her not feel guilty about her sexual drive, but 
deep down inside, I knew that she was guilt-ridden by all of this sex. 

Her parents were very good to her, and they gave her everything she had 
always wanted, but it still remained a mystery as to why she needed to be 
fucked so much. 

She still comes to consult me every week. Each time she has a new story to 
tell about how good this latest fuck was. She adores large penises and 
whenever she meets a man with a big dong, she practically rapes him. 

If a woman with a really juicy twat so much as approaches her, Martha's 
clothes are off in a flash. This particular case is still to be ended. I on 
ly hope that I am competent enough to do the job. 

GENERAL CONCLUSION 

It should be apparent to the careful reader, that the problem of children 
swinging with their parents and their friends is not as rare as one might at 
first imagine. As it has been documented, the number of mothers and fathers 
who fuck other couples and invite their offspring to join them is fast 
increasing. 

I believe I have taken special care to point out that not all of this is 
harmful. While there are many cases where the child is permanently damaged 
by being forced to either fuck his mother, or if a girl, to get fucked by 
her father or suck him off, there are equally as many cases where this 
leaves no permanent damage. 

There are many children who grow up to be perfectly normal and healthy 
adults. The fact of swinging itself is neither good nor bad. It's the 
attitude that accompanies the sex. Guilt about fucking a parent, or fucking 
a child is where the.harm is. If a person can feel free to have sex with 
whomever and wherever he or she chooses, then the battle for sanity is 
nearly won. 

It is only when sex is accompanied by feeling of guilt, can there be danger. 
As I believe I have shown in opening up my files on this subject, it is not 
the sex that has brought these people to me for treatment, it is the 
feelings about what is right and wrong that has caused them to seek 
treatment. 

Sex with a parent, a child, or a friend or relative is not the issue. Sex is 
something to be enjoyed and cherished. Men have cocks and women have pussies 
to use, not to keep hidden from the rest of the world, and the sooner that 
most people come to realize that, the sooner we all will be healthier and 
happier human beings. 

It is indeed my wish that more people will read these cases, and discover 
for themselves, the necessity for a healthy attitude about sex, no matter 
who your partner happens to be for the moment. 


End
