Young Desires-Steaming Teen Pussies
by Unknown 


GENERAL INTRODUCTION 

The notion that young girls between the ages of eleven and seventeen are 
sweet innocent things, whose only awareness of their sexualities concerns 
the amount of padding they think they can get away with in their brassieres 
is very far from the truth. 

At the institute here, we have recorded many remarkable facts disproving 
that theory in numerous case histories. The confused, immature emotions and 
sensibilities of these nubile creatures is manifested in the shocking and 
somewhat perverse sexual acts that they have related to us in intimate 
detail. 

Here is a brief synopsis of a few of the case histories that are explicitly 
transcribed in this treatise: 

CORINNE, 14, has developed an unusual desire to expose her over-ripe private 
parts to leering men. Her habit can occur at any time, even in the subway, 
as she gets herself sexually aroused every time she exposes herself. 

MISSY, 11, and her best girlfriend, Hallie, also eleven, one day discover 
the mystique of their budding young bodies. They also discover that they can 
give each other a lot of pleasure. They have never thought much of boys. 

APRIL, 14, lives in the country. She is isolated and lonely, except for her 
pet male Irish Setter, Red. Unconcerned by the taboo's of beastiality, April 
proceeds to entice Red to do it to her-doggie style, naturally. 

LALENA, 16, is a sleek, raven-haired beauty with long curvy legs and a big, 
taut heart-shaped ass. However, she is one of those rare girls who still has 
not had her first period at the age of sixteen. In order to avoid the 
terrible embarrassment of being pre-pubescent in the eyes of her 
more-developed peers, Lalena tries to induce her own period and bring on her 
first blood-spilling herself. 

Despite some of these problems, I had to struggle in order to keep up my 
professional demeanor in the face of such a luscious ... er ... excuse 
me.... 

 CASE HISTORY ONE 

SUBJECT: Corinne AGE: Fourteen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

When I first saw Corinne walk into my office, I couldn't believe that her 
age was only fourteen as it said in my dossier on her. She had a pair of 
large, round, over-ripe breasts that seemed to be yearning for release from 
behind her tight sweater. Her top button was opened, revealing a lot of her 
interesting cleavage, and her red nipples were very evident in her braless 
white sweater. 

However, after reading why Corinne was sent to me, I realized that she was 
very aware of the enticing way she dressed. After listening to her and 
looking into her young eyes, I also realized that she was indeed, only 
fourteen years old. She cheerfully explained how she likes to expose herself 
in front of interested men. Some other pertinent information on Corinne: 
5'5" tall, 126 pounds. Measurements: 38-23-36. Green eyes, red hair. 

What follows are two of the interviews we recorded on tape. 

Well, doctor, I was on the subway, on my way home from school. It wasn't too 
crowded, and I was lucky enough to get a seat. Soon, the train began to fill 
up. Around Wall Street, this fat, old guy, well, not too old, maybe around 
forty five or so, well, anyway, he got on and he stood right over me, 
holding on to the strap. He reminded me of my Uncle Sidney. Whenever Uncle 
Sidney comes to our house,' he always makes jokes about my blossoming 
figure. Instead of pinching me on my cheek, which I hate anyway, he pinches 
me on my big beautiful ass and even on my breasts. He tries to make out that 
I'm still a baby like he once knew, but I know different. He's just a dirty 
old man. 

Well, this guy on the train-I'll call him Uncle Sidney, too, because I never 
did know his name, well, he's standing there, holding a newspaper, but every 
time I look up at him, he's standing on his toes and looks down my blouse 
from the bottom of his eye sockets underneath his glasses. I saw the big 
bulge in his pants and I knew that he really wasn't reading the paper. 

I wiped my brow because it was hot in the train that summer day. Then I 
pulled my blouse out to try to cool myself. As you can see, doctor, I am 
very well endowed and I don't need a bra because my boobs just stand up 
proud and straight by themselves. 

See? 

Deadline! 

At that point, Corinne exposed herself in front of me. It was true that her 
magnificent orbs did stand straight out from her chest, but I had to caution 
her about doing that, and had her continue with her story. 

Anyway, when I cooled myself like that, I saw Uncle Sidney lean forward, 
almost falling over on me. It was plain as day that he was looking at my 
breasts, and I knew that he could even see my young, pink nipples when I 
pulled my shirt out. I made believe I didn't notice him, but I saw that that 
bulge in his pants moved a little. 

Suddenly, I got a great idea. I hoped he would stay on the train long 
enough. I figured that he would even miss his stop just so he could watch 
me. I wanted to see if I could make him make a big stain on his suit pants. 

I scratched my chest, right over the top button of my blouse. His glasses 
were starting to get foggy. He took them off, making believe he finished his 
newspaper. I guess he only used his glasses for reading. Every time, I 
looked up at him, he would fidget and look out the window, even though we 
were in the tunnel. I didn't let on to him that I knew he was trying to look 
at me. 

I took a schoolbook out of my bag, and made believe I was reading it, 
crossing my legs at the same time. He stepped a little to the side, so he 
could see my white, creamy thighs. Look, doctor, I know that I'm a 
voluptuous looking female, so I don't try to hide it. I'm not ashamed of the 
way I look. I know I'm superior to most other girls my age, and even those a 
lot older than me. I'm proud of it, and I don't think I'm bragging. 

Anyway, my light summer dress rolled up, revealing my big curvy thigh. I 
began to scratch it slightly, fully aware that he was looking at me. I could 
hear him breathing, even though the train was making loud noises. I then 
unbuttoned the second button closest to the top of my blouse, revealing the 
lighter part of my breasts. Of course, my nipples still weren't exposed, but 
it was pretty close, I'll have to admit. He took a handkerchief out of his 
pocket and began to wipe the sweat off his face and neck. He was actually 
panting. 

Accidentally on purpose, I dropped my pen on the floor. When I bent over, I 
knew that he could see my nipples, and my whole breasts. I could see the 
bulge in his pants pressing against his zipper, but it still wasn't 
twitching. He had a little more control than I gave him credit for. 

I began to read again. I put my fingers through the two uppermost closed 
buttons of my blouse. I made believe that I wasn't aware of what I was 
doing. What I did was scratch the surface of my nipples, making believe that 
I was taking lint away or that I had a little itch. 

I heard a low animal-like groan come out of Uncle Sidney's mouth. 

I figured that he was just like my Uncle Sidney-a big fat wife and a bunch 
of screaming brats running around his house. I knew that having someone like 
me was probably the best fantasy of his life. He would probably sell his 
soul to the devil to get his hands on me. 

I knew that in the crowded train he wouldn't dare try to touch me. 

I also knew that there was no way I'd ever let that fat slob put his filthy 
hands on my beautiful body, too. 

He still didn't come yet, but I knew he was close to it as I tweaked my 
nipple. I was really getting aroused, too, but I still was aware enough to 
make sure that no one else other than Uncle Sidney was watching me. I knew 
that he could see my nipples from two different places now. He had a choice 
of looking down my blouse, as I was bending over slightly, or he could look 
in between the buttons of my blouse where my fingers were. 

I looked up at him biting his lip, and wiping the sweat from his face. He 
didn't even notice me now. His eyes were glued to my boobs and nipples, 
which were now getting erect like little russet pencil erasers. 

He moaned again, making believe that he was hot from the humidity when some 
old lady looked at him with quizzical eyes. 

Then I sat up straight in my seat and let my blouse fall back on me, 
depriving him of the beautiful sight he was looking at. I saw the look of 
frustration on his face. It was wonderful! He tried to position his head in 
all different directions to look down my blouse again, but I made sure that 
he couldn't see anything. It was a loose-fitting blouse, and my nipples 
didn't even stick out of the material. I kept that way for about five 
minutes, knowing how frustrated he was. I saw him looking at the stops as 
they went by. Just after we got to Kings Highway, I saw him start to fidget 
and try to get his things together. I knew that he was going to get off at 
the next stop, Sheepshead Bay. Just before we got there, I switched legs 
that I had crossed and leaned forward a little more, letting him see 
everything. I "unconsciously" put my hands in between my legs and started to 
finger the elastic loop of my yellow panties. 

He didn't get off at his stop. I made him miss it. I was so happy. Just as 
the doors closed, I sat up straight and uncrossed my legs. I felt like my 
pussy was burning with desire and it was tingling all over when I saw that 
terribly frustrated look on his face. 

Uncle Sidney was like my puppet. I saw his cock began to stir again. I knew 
I could do anything I wanted to him and get away with it. 

I figured that I had really gotten to know how he thought, just by looking 
at his pants and the way he wiped his brow and all that. I figured that I 
was ready to make him stain his gray pinstriped pants. 

I crossed my legs again. I looked at his feet and saw how he rose up on his 
toes when I leaned forward. I began to play with the elastic on my panties 
again, the book still in front of me. I snapped the elastic onto my thigh a 
few times. I knew he saw the stretch marks. He was getting a little more 
brazen, tilting his head and torso all the way to the side just so he could 
look at stretch marks and a little girl's panties. What a filthy old man! 

I slid my fingers around from the side of my upper thigh to the inside, 
fingering the elastic as I did so. I began to scratch a little. I heard his 
heavy panting over me. He really got brazen then. He dropped his newspaper 
on the floor. I made believe I didn't notice how long he took to pick it up. 
I pulled a few of my auburn pubic hairs as he bent down, and stuck a few 
fingers under my panties. 

I looked around the train to make sure no one else was watching. It wasn't 
as crowded and there were a few empty seats, even. But everyone had tired 
looks on their faces and a lot had their eyes closed. Just as he was about 
to get up, I made certain that he saw the seam of my pussy. I stuck my 
finger into it and rubbed slightly. Then, as if I suddenly realized what I 
was doing, I uncrossed my legs and quickly took my hand away. I sat up 
straight, still not looking at him to let him know that I knew what I was 
doing. And man, did I know what I was doing. When I stuck my index finger 
into my hot, moist, tingling flesh, he let out a loud moan, causing some 
other people to look at him. That was when I quickly straightened up so they 
wouldn't see what I was doing to him. 

I bit my nails like a cute little girl thoroughly absorbed in her 
schoolwork. 

He had a red flushed face when he did that and he had to make believe that 
he was having a heart attack. Just as he fell down, I saw a big stain start 
to appear in his pants, getting bigger by the minute. I smiled happily when 
I saw the twitching in his pants. I got off on my stop, but they still had 
to hold up the train to help Uncle Sidney. For all I know, he may have even 
had a real heart attack. Serves him right for being such a dirty old man! 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

After listening to that, my first impulse was to yell at her and call her a 
rotten little bastard and put her over my knee for a well deserved spanking. 
However, I had to put my personal feelings aside, being a professional man. 
Corinne was going to need a lot of treatment, I knew, as I listened to her 
when she came back the week after for our second interview. 

I have this hygiene teacher in my school who is a real lesbian. 

She's not really a bad person for a teacher, but I wasn't doing so well in 
that class. She kept talking about sex, but only using these clinical terms 
such as premature ejaculation, and libido, and vulva and cervix to describe 
these really sexy things. I couldn't memorize all them words, so I didn't do 
so well on a test. 

Everyone knew that Miss Harper was a lesbian, though. I knew just by the way 
she looked at me. She wasn't too old, maybe about thirty-five. She wasn't 
bad looking either, although she was nowhere as developed as I was. I 
figured that she was extremely jealous of me. She wasn't a butch or dyke 
type of queer, but the kind that looked like most other women. Whenever she 
spoke of homosexuality she said that there was nothing wrong with it and 
that it was up to the individual. 

After class one day, after a class where she stared at my bosom a lot more 
than she usually does, I came up to her. 

"Miss Harper, can I ask you something personal?" I asked her. 

"Certainly, Corinne," she answered, a smile on her face, glad that a student 
would ask her for advice. 

I blushed, and made believe I was real embarrassed to talk about it, making 
her prod me a little with some warm words. Of course, I didn't let on to her 
that I knew she was a lesbian. I'm not, of course. Actually, I'm still a 
virgin. I let boys play with my breasts a little, but I never let anyone go 
all the way. 

Anyhow, with my finger in my mouth and stammering, I explained my "problem" 
to Miss Harper. 

"Well, it's kind of embarrassing, Miss Harper, but I guess you're almost 
like a doctor," I began, my head facing downwards as I spoke. "Well, I have 
this itch." 

I looked up at her, just in time to see the smile on her face change to 
compassionate concern. 

"You mean, in your vagina, honey?" 

I nodded my head sadly. "I'm not a bad girl, Miss Harper, but it makes me do 
things to myself there, you know, I have to masturbate a lot, and oh, Miss 
Harper, it's so embarrassing," I whimpered. 

"Dear, dear, Corinne. Please, I have an idea what it is. It may be pruritis. 
Have you gone to a doctor yet?" 

"No, I'm scared to, Miss Harper. The last time I went to one, he made me so 
nervous, that I just couldn't control myself. My bladder, oh, please, Miss 
Harper," I pleaded. 

Actually, that was the truth. When I went to a doctor for a checkup and had 
to stand naked in front of him and the way he looked at me, like I was just 
another one of his patients, I could have been a sexless old lady, and then 
when he probed my rectum with that rubber finger, I just couldn't stand it 
anymore and I peed all over the table. 

Anyway, I really didn't have an itch on my vagina. I just told Miss Harper 
that. 

"I understand, Corinne. Really, I do. But you should have to try to trust 
doctors. Maybe a woman doctor might be better for you." 

"Do you really think I can have a disease that makes me rub?" 

"That's possible, Corinne. I can't say for sure, though. It's really hard to 
detect." 

"Do you think you can take a look at it, Miss Harper. I know that my mother 
would get really upset if I have to go to a doctor and spend money and it 
might not turn out to be a disease or something," I told her in a meek 
voice. 

"Well, Corinne, I'm really not authorized to do that, but I suppose I can 
take a look. Would you come into my office with me?" 

We walked down the hall to her office. I could see how excited she was 
getting. 

She closed the door and pulled down the black shade over the window. "It 
makes me feel so guilty, Miss Harper. I'm glad I can talk to you so freely. 
You understand, don't you?" 

"Of course, Corinne. You're such a pretty girl, too," she said with a smile. 

"Thank you," I chirped. 

"Do you want to show it to me now, Corinne?" 

She pointed to the table and I sat on it. I lifted my dress up, revealing my 
orange panties, making sure that my curvaceous, long, meaty legs were 
straight out and at their finest. I looked at my legs and giggled. "I'm big, 
huh?" I asked, as if I thought that I was too big. 

I just wanted to make certain that she really liked looking at me, and that 
I could get her pretty horny. 

"Nonsense, Corinne. You're one of the prettiest girls I ever had in one of 
my classes," she said and put her hand on my calf as if to comfort me. 

"I really feel so at ease with you, Miss Harper," I told her and I put my 
hand on hers for a moment as I sat on the table with my legs out. 

She squeezed my naked calf a little harder when I touched her hand, but I 
made believe I didn't notice. Just to make certain that she didn't think 
that I was a lesbian also, I asked her if she thought boys would want me if 
I had an itch and she said that my itch would probably go away, but I saw 
the disappointment in her face when I mentioned the opposite sex to her. 

"Would you like to show me your vagina now, Corinne?" she asked. I stalled 
for a little time, wanting to make her ask me. 

I stuck my hand at the top of my elastic in front of my panties. I pulled it 
out. Then I quickly let it snap back. I heard her try to catch her breath 
when I did that. "Maybe I should go to a doctor, Miss Harper. I feel silly 
like this, but I really appreciate how you tried to help me," I said. 

She was very disappointed, I saw. "Corinne, wait!" she hollered as I began 
to walk out. I looked at her. She was embarrassed herself now, but I knew 
that I had her in my clutches. "Um, I won't make you feel silly, dear. Think 
of the money you'd save. Now, come sit on that table and let me have a look, 
dear," she said. Oh, was she desperate to get a look at me, and probably a 
few free feels. 

I made believe that I was taken by her charming, concerned manner. I sat on 
the table, lifted up my dress and pulled my panties down to my knees 
quickly, revealing my orange maiden hairs. 

"We're both females. I guess It's all right for you to look at my vagina. 
Miss Harper," I said in a merry voice. 

Her eyes were transfixed on it as she stood over me. "Huh, oh yeah, yes, we 
are both females," she finally responded. She looked at my face and then 
smiled. 

"Where does it itch, baby?" she asked. 

I spread my labia apart, and pointed to the inside wall of my hole. I was a 
little moist inside there. Just as she was about to reach inside my crack, I 
cringed a little. "I feel so silly. It's starting to itch me again, ohhhhh," 
I moaned, and I put my finger in my hole and began to scratch. I stopped 
after a few seconds, but only when I saw the inquisitive, passionate look on 
her face. 

"My nipples hurt me sometimes also, Miss Harper, I mean, when I have to rub, 
my nipples get bigger and I just have to rub them." 

"I'll look at them, too. Take your dress off. Don't be embarrassed, Corinne. 
Make believe I'm a doctor," she told me. 

I pulled my dress of over my head. I wore a bra that day. I looked at her 
looking at me in anticipation, averting her eyes every time mine met hers. I 
sat there in only my brassiere, my breasts spilling over the cups. I reached 
around behind me. I giggled. "I can't unhook it myself, tee hee. They're too 
big," I said as if I were ashamed of that. "My mother always helps me," I 
murmured. 

She quickly walked around me as I got off the table and unhooked my 
brassiere. My breasts bounced out, finally standing up straight against my 
chest. I put my arm over them for a moment as I looked at her staring at 
them. 

"My God, Corinne, you're a regular little beauty," she told me. "Let me see 
your nipples, baby. Where do they hurt?" she said and she could no longer 
control herself. She began to rub my pink nipples in between her fingers, as 
if she were only testing them to see where they hurt. I then began to rub my 
vagina, starting to masturbate myself, standing there in her office. 

"Oh! Ohhhhhhh, Corinne!!" she shrieked. She grabbed her crotch. She wore 
white slacks. 

"What's the matter, Miss Harper?" I asked, still masturbating myself in 
front of her. I was tingling all over, and I felt very passionate, but I was 
still in enough control not to let her try anything with me. She stood in 
front of me and her hand kept moving to the V of her slacks, and she had a 
hard time to keep herself from touching her own vagina. 

I began to rub my own nipples with one hand and my pussy with my other hand. 
"I can't help it," I cried, the passion showing through my voice. 

She came up to me and put her arm around my shoulder and hugged me. "You're 
so beautiful, baby. Let me help you, she said, her voice also filled with 
passion as she began to knead my breasts and she put her other hand at my 
moist furrow. 

"I love you, Corinne. You're so beautiful," she moaned, no longer in control 
of herself, and she began to kiss me on my lips, forcing herself on me. 

I thought I might be in trouble then, She was built very athletic, and I 
knew that she could easily subdue me if she had to. I gave it one more try. 

"Miss Harper??!!!" I shrieked. "What are you doing?!" I yelled. 

That worked. She jumped back, realizing that her lesbian tendencies were 
fully surfacing and realizing how perverted I thought she was. She fell to 
her knees in a heap, putting her face in her hands. She cried. 

"You're-you're a, ohhhhh, Miss Harper!!!" I yelled convincingly, conveying 
the decadence I thought she was consumed with. 

Then I saw a big stain start to appear in her pants. SHE was the one who was 
peeing on herself this time. She quickly pulled her slack down and squatted 
on the floor, in her office and pissed right in front of me. 

"Ohhhhh," I moaned, squeezing my clit, as my fertile juices seeped out. I 
felt like I was in heaven, as the tingling and exquisite feelings of my 
superiority, even to a thirty five year old teacher were now evident. 

My nipples were big and pink, and I looked down on her, her black pussy 
hairs and the floor all wet with her pee. Tears were running freely down her 
face. 

I knew that I was sure to get a hundred on my report card from her now. 

 CONCLUSION 

Corinne will have to undergo many hours of psychological testing. The way 
she treated her superiors was not really her fault to some degree. She felt 
a need to feel superior to them, and used the magnificent body she was 
blessed with to help herself to achieve that need. The fact that her 
over-ripe, over-sexed body could fulfill those needs showed her how easily 
she could get through life. 

The fact that her body was a gift and that her own inner wants and needs had 
nothing to do with obtaining that priceless gift was of no concern to her. 

Her identity was severely threatened because of her immature methods of 
handling her voluptuous figure. Corinne assumed that she was as beautiful 
and as superior inside her body as she was outside. 

 CASE HISTORY TWO 

SUBJECT: Hallie AGE: Sixteen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Hallie was a pretty girl who lost her virginity at the age of twelve and 
hadn't stopped fucking since. She began to become more and more bored with 
sex, trying to find new positions and means to go about it. 

By the time she was sixteen, she was a very experienced little teenager. Her 
marks in school suffered badly, and her reputation was even worse. She used 
sex as an escape, like a drug, needing more and more of it and better and 
different ways of having it. Finally, as a last resort, her parents and her 
school guidance counselors sent her here to see what kind of help we could 
give her, and perhaps cure her of her addiction to sex. What follows are two 
of the interviews we conducted with Hallie, wherein she describes some of 
the means she had to resort to in order to fulfill her need, and plug up her 
always ready hole, even if it was with a fist. 

Hallie is 5'6" tall, weighs 118 pounds and her measurements are 35-21-34. 
She has brown eyes and brunette colored hair. 

I was sitting in the back of my math class on one of those rare days that I 
attended school, doctor. I was minding my own business, sitting all by 
myself and rubbing my pussy through a hole in my dungarees. All I was doing 
was sniffing my finger and I wasn't bothering no one. 

But my stupid teacher has to go and call on me to answer some question that 
I had no idea what he was talking about. I just shrugged him off and let him 
know that he was just some big jerk. He told me that he wanted to see me 
after class. 

Well, I really don't need much of an excuse to get into some sex. This guy 
was one of those hippie, long-hair types that are in our school. I guess 
they're the only ones who'll teach in our neighborhood. They're some 
straight looking teachers, too, but they seem to be quitting rather rapidly. 
Who cares? 

Anyhow, I'm just to walk out the door at the end of class when he yells at 
me and reminds me that I was supposed to see him after class. I plop myself 
down on his desk. "Yeah, teach? What do you want?" 

He sighed, letting his breath out. "Hallie, what do you expect to do with 
your life?" 

"Oh boy, just what I needed. A nice little sermon," I related to the 
bastard. 

"I can tell that you're not really as stupid as you try to appear to be, 
Hallie. You do have some potential, if you'd just apply yourself," he began. 

I had been hearing that for years, about all that potential bullshit. I just 
came right out and told him. "Look, teach, all I want to do is fuck. You 
wanna fuck me, huh? I'll fuck you. If not, just let me get out of here, huh? 
I was nice enough to come do you stupid class, so the least you could do is 
let me get out!" 

With that, I picked my ass off his desk and started to walk out of the 
classroom, intending never to come back to his class again, or at least for 
a few more weeks. 

"Wait!!" he yells at me with my hand on the doorknob. 

I turned and looked at him. He was in his late twenties. Even thought he got 
long hair and a beard, I know that they're still all squares, or at least 
that's what I figured. 

"I didn't say that I don't want to make love to you, Hallie," said. He 
wasn't smiling, but the serious expression on his face wasn't one for his 
regular sermonizing, either. 

"Huh?" I asked, starting to walk toward him. 

"Look, Hallie. You said all you want to do is, uh, make love. Right?" 

"Fuck!" I corrected him. Love is bullshit. I know that all them fucking 
horny guys want is to get inside my big cunt, and all their romantic talk is 
bullshit, just little inducements they think a chick needs. 

"All right, fuck," he admitted, proving my point. 

"What's the catch?" I asked. 

"I can't believe that I'm the one that's not the aggressor. Well, I guess 
this is the day of the liberated female," he said to me and then he laughed 
like I knew what the fuck he was talking about. 

"Stop the bullshit, already, teach. You wanna fuck or not, huh?" 

"Meet me after school." 

I did, thinking he might be a little different and I had never fucked a 
teacher before. 

Well, he drove me to his apartment where he , lived by himself. He had me 
sit on a couch, put his arm around me and gave me a drink. I got up and 
pulled my dungarees down. I stopped wearing panties a long time ago because 
it saves a lot of time. I pulled my dungarees down to my knees, lay back on 
his couch and spread my pussy lips open. 

"Jesus, Hallie, Don't you believe in foreplay or anything?" 

I reached over to him, trying to grab his cock, but he jumped back. 

"Come on, teach, stick in in here, huh? I bet you got a big fucking wad, 
huh?" I rolled my eyes a little at him and tried to get him a little excited 
figuring that I maybe got him a little nervous. 

Then you know what the rotten bastard starts to do? He starts to give me 
another one of his sermons again while I lay there with my pussy open for 
him. My black hairs were really getting wet from my moisture, too, and I was 
getting tired in that position. Finally, I had to agree to a math lesson, 
special tutoring and all that shit if he fucked me. I hated being put in the 
positions where I had to fucking ask the goddamn son of a bitch to fuck me, 
but that's life. I was practically pleading with him. 

"You really have a filthy mouth for a little girl," he told me. 

"Fuck yourself teach, huh? Either you're gonna fuck me or I split!" I began 
to rub my cunt for him, hoping that I bluffed him. 

It didn't work. "Goodbye!" he said. 

"Oh, come on, I was only kidding, teach. Hey, what's your name, anyhow?" 

"Stop the bullshit, Hallie. You don't give a damn what my name is!" 

"Oh, big man! You think by saying 'bullshit' I'll think you're cool. You 
probably never been fucked before, ha! I bet you're a goddamn virgin!" I 
knew that would do it. Insulting their virility and macho always gets their 
ganders up. 

He began to tell me all of his exploits. I listened because I knew it made 
him feel good, but I was starting to get bored. I even yawned...." and I did 
it doggie style with a girl in Algiers and fist-fucked a girl in Hong Kong 
and my ears perked up when he said fist-fucked. I was never fist-fucked 
before. 

"Fist-fucked?" I interrupted him when he was telling me how he got a blow 
job with a girl who had ice cubes in her mouth while her twin sister was 
sitting on her head and he ate her breasts in Tiajuana. 

"Yeah, fist-fucked!" he said and looked at me with that lecherous look I 
knew so well. I knew he was no different from all the others, even though he 
came on about reforming me. 

"All right, teach, you convinced me!" 

Suddenly, he let his breath out and started to tell me how guilty he felt. I 
finally had to sign some stupid paper he made up that I was eighteen years 
old so I wouldn't accuse him or rape. I knew that he was only interested in 
himself. 

We finally got it together. He brought me into his bedroom. I took my 
dungarees off all the way. 

I bent my knees up and waited for him to begin, spreading my legs out, too. 

"Aren't you going to take your shirt off, Hallie?" 

"Why, you gonna do something to my tits too? How you gonna fist fuck them, 
teach?" I laughed. 

"I just thought you'd feel a little better, and I'd like to look at your 
breasts, too." 

"Fuck my breasts, teach. Just stick your fist up my cunt, huh?" 

That really got him mad, and me happy. 

I had a little acne around my breasts anyway, and it embarrassed me to show 
my tits. 

He got on his knees and looked straight into my cunt. He began to rub one 
finger up and down my cunt. 

"Come on, teach. I'm wet already. You don't have to lubricate me anymore. I 
just wanna see how you're gonna stick your fist in there, man," I urged him. 

"All right! All right, you bitch!" 

I sighed, knowing that he was now mad enough at me to really put a hurting 
om me which is what I wanted all along. 

I was really in need of relief, too, when he bunched four of his fingers 
together and began to slide them around my wet, secreting hole where my 
moisture was dripping out from. He began to twist and turn his four fingers, 
making my real wide and expanded pussy cunt hole stretch even more. 

"Ohhhhh!!" I groaned as I felt the sharp little pains from that sensation. 

"It hurts, Hallie?" he asked. 

"Just do it, teach, you can't hurt me!" I goaded him, my voice hoarse and 
slow. 

"All right, you asked for it!!" 

I felt like I was almost gonna tear, his fingers stretched my elastic-like 
flesh so much. I looked at him as he did it, feeling the heat moving through 
my body in waves. He had one hand on pants crotch, squeezing his cock. The 
hand up my cunt was now past the middle joint and moving up some more. 

"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh," I moaned, never having anything so filling inside me as 
that, as I watched him wedge his fingers eve deeper. Then he tucked his 
thumb behind the other four fingers and pushed. 

"YEEEEEEEE!!!! OH! OHHHHHHH!!!!" I hollared out in agony and lust combined. 
It was great. 

He looked up at my face. I could see that he was really a fucking sadist at 
heart now, a big grin on him as I yelled. 

"I ain't a goddam rubber band, teach!!!" I yelled, my voice breaking in an 
embarrassingly girlish cry. 

"Rubber bands break too, Hallie, if you stretch them far enough," he said 
and then laughed at me real sick-like. 

But then I saw that his fingers had disappeared inside me. They were up to 
his knuckles and still driving in." 

"Uhhhh, ohhhhhh, mmmmmmmm, yessssss," I moaned and sighed, feeling the 
tremendous heat it had generated. 

"I knew you're like it, you little slut!" he told me, but I ignored him, now 
that all his perverted instincts were showing like they usually do, no 
matter who they are. 

I gripped the bed sheets with my fists and squeezed them hard, sort of like 
biting the bullet. My head was back and my mouth open and my eyes closed 
tight as all of my female passion was released. 

My big, juicy sixteen year old cunt had never been filled up like that. I 
felt very mad at myself for not trying fist-fucking any sooner, but then was 
no time to think about it. He twisted his hand up into my twat a little 
more, passed his knuckles. 

"Now, I am going to make a fist, Hallie," he told me. 

"Uhhhhh, mmmmmmm," I sighed, unable to speak, but letting my agreeability be 
known to him via my passionate moaning. 

"Brace yourself, baby!" 

I leaned back as far as I could, and locked my elbows so I wouldn't fall 
back on the bed. At least he was considerate enough to give me that warning. 
My fingers grabbed the blanket. I was leaning back slightly, at an obtuse 
angle, remembering at least one thing from that stupid class. 

My toes curled up and tightened in anticipation. My lean thighs began to 
twitch, and my little calf muscles were quivering. 

He closed his hand inside my cunt. 

I thought I would faint, but I couldn't. Instinctively, I brought my thighs 
together around his fist. My head rocked back and forth and my screams of 
torrential passion seemed as if they would bring police. 

I felt like I was burning up inside as my thighs closed around his fist 
inside my expanded hole. I cold feel my pussy begin to contract and expand. 
The pressure on my clit and inner pussy lips was enormous. 

I knew that his hand must be really hot, too, but I really wasn't too 
interested in his passion. 

He was moaning too. He was stroking his cock furiously inside his pants, as 
he twisted his fist around inside me. He could see what it was doing to me, 
and he knew how filled up with feminine passion I was. It would have been 
embarrassing if I wasn't so hot and horny for his fist. 

I felt his big hand twisting and turning, still not letting up. Wave after 
wave of hot, lava seemed to go flowing through my sexual nerve centers. I 
didn't know how much longer I could take it. 

"You got a tight cunt, Hallie," he tells me out of the blue, but I was too 
intensely involved with my feelings to dispute him. My cunt had been reamed 
and rammed so many times that it was anything but tight, I thought. I'd like 
to see the cunts he fooled with if he thought mine was tight. 

He then began to moan and sigh in rapid burst. He stopped moving and 
twisting his fist around inside my pussy for a few moments. Right after he 
told me that I had a tight cunt, he ejaculated in his pants. I figured that 
he was really a weirdo if he had to tell me that to get off. I kind of 
relaxed, if you can call it that, while he came in his pants. It was a 
relative thing, I guess, I mean that about relaxing with a fist stuck up my 
cunt. I was still in severe agony and sexual lust, but not was severe as 
when he was twisting it around in me. 

He took about a minute to get his energy back and then continued to twist 
his fist around and drive it even deeper into me. The bone on his wrist was 
now inside me. 

His wrist was about as twice as thick as any cock that was ever put in my 
cunt. 

I thought I was past my capacity to stretch. I was grunting and squealing, 
unable to speak. My vision was blurred along with all my other senses. About 
the only thing I was aware of was the tremendous, pulsations and tingling 
vibrations around my pussy area. My nipples were also hot and vibrating 
since I was very sensitive there, too, although he never touched my nipples. 
My flannel shirt and my T-shirt under it were still intact. 

"Uhhhhhhh, ooooooow," I moaned while he stretched me to my limits. I saw him 
looking up at my face. Apparently his ejaculation had softened some of the 
urge he felt to get off on the pain part of my trip. He tried to console me 
a little. 

I had to make him repeat if a few times so I could hear him. It seemed as if 
I was in the middle of a volcano, complete with the roar of the burning 
lava. 

"If a baby can come out of there, then a fist can go in!" he yelled. I 
understood. It wasn't that much of a help, but id did give me a little 
assurance that my cunt wouldn't rip of stretch beyond repair. 

"Brace yourself again!!!" he yelled. 

My thighs were wrapped as securely as possible around his fist and I tried 
to squeeze him as hard as I could, expecting something even more wonderful 
to happen to me. I didn't realize at the time that the harder I squeezed, 
the more sensations it would produce. 

After he told me to brace myself again, he opened up his fist deep inside my 
pussy. He began to wriggle his fingers around my hot cavern. 

I almost went into shock as I felt some of my internal organs being touched. 
I really didn't know what the fuck he was touching inside me, not being an 
expert on anatomy or the functions of my body, so that really scared me as I 
felt I don't know, maybe it was my intestines or whatever, but he was 
touching them and probing them with his fingers. The tremendous heat was 
still being generated, but my fright was now superceding my passion. My 
tremendous sexual lustings were now secondary to my fear as I didn't know if 
he knew what he was doing. I was terribly scared that he was as I didn't 
know if he knew what he was doing. I was terribly scared that he was hurting 
me internally and that neither of us would know it. 

He had enough decency to tell me after a few minutes that he knew what he 
was doing after laughing at my frightened demeanor. I knew that he was 
really getting off consoling me and seeing me act like a frightened girl, 
after the hard way I first came on to him. 

He made a fist again, and I heaved out a sigh of relief. 

I was aware of the hot, feverish passion again. My fermenting pussy juices 
were flowing inside me and I was aware of it. I felt the vibrations coarsing 
all through my body. I put one hand behind me and balanced myself like that. 
My nipples were really burning. I didn't care if he saw the pimples on my 
breasts now. I almost toppled over though as I tried to rub my tits. He knew 
what I wanted, though. 

I put my hands back to my sides and I closed my eyes tight when he started 
to lift my shirts up. 

He looked at my pert, pear-shaped breasts hanging down on my chest first, 
before he began to rub them. I knew that he was gloating over the fact that 
I had a slight acne condition. I didn't have many pimples, but there were 
about three on each breast and a few on my upper chest and back. He finally 
began to rub my nipples, one at a time, making me even hotter, after 
embarrassing the hell out of me first. This guy was really a sadist, but at 
least he finally did relieve my tits. He really squeezed my nipples very 
hard, and rubbed them, one at a time, in between his fingers while twisting 
his fist around my cunt. 

"Ahhhhhhhh," I sighed, my orgasm finally getting the better of me and I 
couldn't brace myself any longer so I fell over backwards. He got on the 
bed, his fist still stuck up my cunt and slowly w-edged it out. 

I just lay there, exhausted and motionless, a big smile on my face. He took 
my shirts off and I couldn't do anything about it, but at that point I 
really didn't care if I was completely nude. He just sat over me on the bed 
and petted me gently and he even let me sleep over. 

Well, I guess he really wasn't that bad. He did turn me on to the pleasure 
of fist-fucking and I even got out of having to be tutored by him in math. 
He didn't make too much fun of my acne, and I never did find out his name 
that night. I still call him "Teach." 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

I feel very sorry for Hallie. She had been taken advantage of so many times, 
I learned, that she really believes that there is no such thing as love. She 
is a very depressed and insecure girl. She tries to escape from that 
insecurity and depression by having as much sex as she can. She also has a 
severe inferiority complex and tries to overcome that by telling herself 
that the people who want her pussy are really worse off than she is. I 
believe that they are, too, to continue to take advantage of her like that. 
Her math teacher is now up on charges by the school board. What follows in 
the second of out interviews is a little menage a trois that Hallie 
encountered into. 

Well, like I said, I really don't need much of an excuse to get it on. One 
thing I really like almost as much as sex is sleep. However, the only way I 
wouldn't kick someone's ass for waking me up from a blissful sleep is if 
they wanted to have sex with me. 

I started to get these obscene phone calls. All if was was some heavy 
breathing. I cold hear laughter in the background, so I figured it was some 
kids that were trying to goof on me. 

It happened at three in the morning one time, about ten minutes after I was 
in dreamland, thinking I was floating on a river of thick white come. 

"Look, you fucking bastard. I'll fuck you as much as you want, but stop 
waking me up!!" I yelled. I slammed the receiver down. I picked it up a 
moment later, just curious to see if he was still on the line. I intended to 
leave it off the hook. 

I heard someone talking. I had caught him. I knew who it was! 

"Billy Hallop! I'm gonna kill you!!" I yelled into the phone. Billy was some 
stupid little kid in one of my classes. He hung up on me. 

Ooooow, I couldn't believe I actually caught him. I rubbed my pussy right 
there in delight. 

I looked his number up in the phone book. I called him, but after ten rings, 
his mother answered and told me that I had woken her up and that Billy was 
at his friend's house. I called him up. 

I began to breath real heavily into the phone, and Gabe, that was Billy's 
friend, hung up on me. 

I knew that the two punks were really shitting a brick, knowing that a 
classy chick like me had something on them. 

Look, doctor. I'll make no bones about it. I know that most of the kids in 
school think that I'm a slut. Maybe I am. I really don't care. I know, 
however that all the punks in the school and in my neighborhood are scared 
of me because I hang around with a tough bunch of hitters, greasers, you 
know, and they're scared of getting their asses stomped by my hoodlum 
friends. I knew that that's what Billy and Gabe were thinking. 

I called them again. I spoke in my normal voice. "Hello, Gabe?" 

"Look, Hallie. Please, I'm really sorry about that. Billy was the one who 
did it-" 

I heard a struggle going on, and they were both fighting with each other and 
yelling different things into the phone. 

I hung up and then called back five minutes later. Gabe answered. I began to 
breath and pant heavily. 

"Hallie, we both did it. Please, we'll pay you if you don't tell on us. 
Please, we're both real sorry. We didn't mean nothing by it," he began to 
plead. He was almost crying. 

I decided that as long as I was up and fully awake now, I might as well have 
some fun with them. 

"How much you gonna pay me, punk?" 

"Ten bucks?" 

"Twenty!" I demanded. 

"Twenty," he agreed. 

"Hey, what are you two punks doing up anyway?" 

"Just watching T.V." 

"And making prank phone calls?" 

"Well. Please, Hallie. We both really like you. We did a terrible thing and 
we're sorry, Hallie. Well give you twenty-f-mmmmph!" 

I knew that Billy put his hand over Gabe's mouth. 

"All right. The two of you know where I live. And I know that it takes less 
than fifteen minutes to get from your house to mine. I want the both of you 
here in ten minutes with twenty-five bucks. I might also let you have a 
little treat for your efforts!" With that, I hung up and waited, not even 
having enough time to finish the cup of coffee I made before they got here. 

My old lady was out somewhere, for the night, of course, if she didn't get 
back by three thirty, so I could use the bedroom for myself. We got two room 
with a kitchen in one of the rooms, but my own room is just too small for 
fucking, and I have to use my old lady's bed when she ain't using it with 
one of her boyfriends. She used to call them "Uncles," until I found out 
that they was no more related to me than Santa Claus. 

That was when I was twelve, and I even fucked a few of her friends, but of 
course she didn't know. She gave me some beating one time, though, when she 
surprised me and this navy guy in the act. I know she's jealous of me cause 
she's really losing her looks and I still got mine. But all in all, I guess 
I dig her. Sally's all I got, really. 

Anyhow, Gabe and Billy got here in ten minutes. They were really panting 
because they had to run. I took them into Sally's bedroom and had them sit 
on the bed so they could catch their breaths. They were both real 
frightened, and didn't say anything about that treat I mentioned for them. 
They were both my age, sixteen, but they were just little kids compared to 
me and some of my friends. I figured the two of them together might be 
enough to satisfy me wants. 

"The money!" I demanded and held my hand out. 

They only came up with twenty-three bucks and a lot of it in change. I 
stuffed all of those singles into one of my secret draws in my room so Sally 
wouldn't find it. 

Then I came back into the bedroom with them. 

"Well, uh, thanks for understanding, Hallie, about the calls and the money. 
Uh, I guess well go now. All right?" Gabe said and he nudged Billy. They 
both got up. 

"Hey. I'm not gonna bite you. Didn't you hear what I said on the phone just 
before I hung up?" 

"Oh, that's all right, Hallie. We ate already," Billy said. 

Man, doc, I just put my hands over my face and laughed. They laughed too, 
but only because I did and they didn't want to seem out of place by not 
laughing. 

"Look, you both picked on me to call because you think I'm some kind of a 
slut. Right?" 

They both immediately began to stutter and stammer and apologize and tell me 
what a dignified lady I was, I began to laugh again. 

"It's only rumors that I put out for everyone, huh?" I continued to tease 
them. 

Naturally, they agreed. 

I thought they maybe even thought that it was rumors. 

"Well, Gabe, Billy," I stated, like I was making a speech. "I'm really a 
virgin!" I couldn't believe I said that with a straight face, doc. 

I just told them that stuff about me being chaste so they wouldn't get too 
scared, you know, think that I was too experienced for them, and go limp. 
That happens sometimes when guys know how much experience I got and they 
think I'll start comparing one to the other and all that. That ain't really 
my bag of tricks, though, doctor. All I wanna do is fuck! The hell with 
comparing them! I mean, I really don't get any kicks outta scaring some go 
into a shriveled cock. I just want it nice and hard and inside my pussy 
hole, asshole, or mouth hole! 

"Hey, guys, you might as well get something for your money," I told them. 
"You both wanna screw me?" 

"Come on, Hallie, please, we didn't mean nothing by the phone calls. We paid 
you the money so you can leave us alone," Gabe told me, still not believing 
I was serious, but Billy nudged him, and motioned his chin at me. "Are you 
for real, Hallie?" Billy asked me. 

I unbuttoned my dungarees, and pulled them down to my knees, ruffling my 
fingers through my big black bush of maiden hairs. Hey, why do they call 'em 
maiden hairs, anyhow, doc? 

Anyhow, I did that for a few seconds to the tune of their gaping mouths and 
groans of disbelief. 

"Come on, guys, get your pants off!" 

"Both of us?!" 

"Shit, yeah! You can make a sandwich outta me!" 

Then I got on my back, pulling my pants off all the way. I even took my 
sneakers off. I guess I shouldn't of dressed up for them when they got here, 
but I knew that they were the type to get scared out of their pants if I 
came to the door with my pussy exposed. I just wore a T-shirt. With a 
T-shirt on, my tits look all right. I mean, they're firm, and not too big or 
not too small, but I just don't like no one to see my pimples. Maybe I do 
make too big a thing of it, but it bothers me, even if I only got a few. 

They both dropped their drawers and they took their pants and underpants off 
all the way. They also took their shoes and socks off and then started with 
their shirts so I had to ask them if they had cocks sticking out of their 
chests and when they laughed, I told them to keep their shirts on. 

I grabbed each of their cocks as they stood over me. They were both limp at 
first, but I squeezed them and got them hot and hard in less than ten 
seconds flat. 

I saw that they wasn't sure what was supposed to happen, so I told Billy to 
lay on his back cause he was the bigger of the two. Gabe was about my 
height, but of course, he outweighed me. I'm almost skinny, but I am kind of 
a wiry and frisky thing. I got on top of Billy and reached for his cock. I 
stuck it in my pussy, not needing no lubrication. Then I told Gabe to get on 
my back and I reached behind me and helped him to guide his cock into my 
asshole. 

The machine was in motion. They were still a little dumbfounded at the 
great, good fortune that happened upon them, I can turn a pretty neat phrase 
when I want to, huh, doc? 

Look, I know I'm really not that special in the looks department, I mean, 
I'm pretty, maybe, but I know that all anyone cares about my looks is that 
pink velvet in between my legs. 

Anyhow, they were both going up and down on me, filling my two holes, still 
a little nervous about it. 

"Ohhhh, mmmmmmm!!!" I moaned, almost purring like a kitten to show them that 
I was digging it and that they shouldn't be nervous. I would have mewed and 
meowww'd if I thought it would help them. 

Well, that did help, because we was now like a three-way generator, whatever 
the fuck that is, but I was having my holes plugged up and was enjoying it, 
man. 

You wanna hear the rest? 

All right, you're probably as horny as the rest of them doc, but that's 
cool. Talking about it really ain't as fun as doing it, but I'll tell you 
anyhow. 

They were both coming into me pretty rhythmically, actually. They both went 
in at the same time, filling me with all kinds of great tingling, sexy 
vibrations. I was really sweating and panting, for real, not making believe. 
I was really into it. My pussy was getting stuck with Billy's spear, and my 
asshole was getting plugged up with Gabe's harpoon at the same time. In at 
the same time, and out at the same time, giving me this real empty kind of 
feeling for that brief moment, but I knew that they would both go in me soon 
enough. 

My cunt lips were fluttering and my asshole was puckering, as they did that 
to me. I loved it, mmmmm, it was good, man. 

I felt like I was being filled up with all these heavenly things. I didn't 
have to think about nothing except how to make it feel better. I wasn't just 
laying there and doing nothing, either, you know. I was working my body 
around and making my hips move in little circles, just so I could feel the 
two cocks ream the walls of my pussy and assholes. They was both panting, 
too, and they were holding onto my ribs from the outside of my T-shirt. 

The one in top of me, Gabe, has his face in my hair, which I guess was 
pretty messy, but he was still sniffing it and sighing just from smelling my 
hair, which was tangly and not combed or nothing, but I did wash it earlier. 
Luckily, I did take a shower and douched myself before so I wouldn't smell 
too bad. 

The one under me, was groaning and moving his hips up and down, but I had to 
encourage him. 

"Harder, Billy, harder! Make believe you wanna break through my pussy and 
touch Gabe's cock coming through my asshole, oooow, ooooww, yessss, yesssss, 
mmmmmm, that's good, ohhhhh, you're great, Billy, you too, Gabe!!" 

That really got them off and they then did all they could to make me happy. 
Such nice boys! 

Of course, they both knew that it would get them off even more if I let them 
get a little rougher with me. Even though they were punks, I still let them 
do it to me pretty hard. I like it that way. It hurts more! But then, after 
the pain, man, there's that pleasure! Wow! What fucking pleasure I was 
feeling then, doc! 

Gabe, the one on my ass was beginning to sputter first. That steady lancing 
of my asshole, you know, that kind of awkward type of a feeling was 
beginning to come in a little more sporadic rhythm, and then they both got 
out of synch. 

The cock in my pussy was moving in and out at different patterns or tempo 
than the cock in my asshole. That was all right for awhile, but I knew that 
they were both gonna be shooting their seed into me soon. 

Gabe, the one on top, then grabbed me around my waist real tight. He pulled 
my shirt all the way up on my back and began to kiss me and lick me on my 
back and began to murmur these dumb things. 

He actually told me he loved me, if you can believe that and then so did the 
one underneath me. I didn't really discourage them from saying those things 
because I know it makes them feel better if they think they're in love 
instead of some tramp when they come. Billy started to suck on my nipples 
and he did it real hard while Gabe squeezed my other breast. 

"Put my fucking shirt down!" I yelled. 

That was when they both came in me, not exactly the same time, as I remember 
it, maybe it came in my asshole first by a few seconds. 

I began to writhe and quake, feeling that most wonderful feeling of my hot 
juices mounting and surging all through my body, especially in my pussy 
area. 

I couldn't hardly see or hear. I didn't know where the fuck I was for those 
few brief, wonderful moments. Those moments of their twitching cocks in my 
holes seemed like a whole bunch of eternities, however. Oh, I loved it. I 
didn't even notice when one of them pulled my T-shirt off my head. 

Finally, we all lay limp, exhausted and spent. They each had their face on 
one of my breasts and were kissing it gently as I lay in between them and 
purred like a fucking pussy cat. 

Look, I might be a tramp and a whore and a slut, but I ain't no hooker. 
That's why I gave them five of their dollars back, telling them that they 
can get a lot better for their money. 

I know that when the time comes for me to go out on the street and work, 
after I finish school, I'll be a lot better by then anyhow. I guess I can 
admit to you, doc, that I can still learn a few things. I still ain't never 
made it with another chick, although I'd like to. Well, that's about it, 
huh? 

 CONCLUSION 

I wish that I could say that Hallie was given proper treatments and then 
went on to realize all of the potential she possesses. But, alas, that would 
be a lie. 

Although Hallie is a very bright girl with a very high I.Q., her head has 
been fucked with so much, it would have taken a small miracle to turn her in 
a healthier direction. Hers is a very sad story, indeed. 

Unlike Corinne, Hallie has a very poor image of herself, giving herself the 
raw end of the stick, no pun intended, when she doesn't deserve it. 

She realizes that this rat race is a sick fucking society and she tries to 
escape from that general feeling of weltschmertz by having as much sex as 
she could, finally building up an addiction and a severe case of pruritis 
pussy itch, or nymphomania.) Basically, deep down inside her there is a 
beautiful little girl who is crying out for love and affection, but she has 
turned herself into quite a little tramp. She understands that full well, 
but unfortunately, she is too far passed the stage where help would do her 
any good. Unless she somehow finds someone to love her and not take 
advantage of her, she will probably go on to become a hooker. 

One other note that should not really be that surprising about Hallie is 
that, after examining her, I saw that her skin was perfectly clear and free 
from acne. Her pimples only exist in her head. 

 CASE HISTORY THREE 

SUBJECT: Mary M. AGE: Seventeen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

My next patient, Mary was a young lady whose appearance was untidy. She 
seemed to be what some people might term a tomboy but her face was not 
tough. In fact, it seemed to me that her face showed a gentleness which was 
not mirrored in her tone of voice. She chewed gum incessantly during the 
interview as she sat slouched in my leather armchair, her long legs thrown 
over the overstuffed arm. 

Oh, wow, Doc, this jive is a drag, man. I could be hitting the fucking IND 
line this afternoon, getting my MOTHER I all over the doors. Don't give me 
that look, Doc, you know damned well we artists ain't giving up our careers 
even though the cops got us on probation. We'll just be a hell of a lot more 
careful not to get caught. 

I mean, man, we're artists, like Warhol and Pollack and them cats, there 
ain't no difference. Like I read that the feds paid some jerk $100,000 to 
string some ribbons over the Grand Canyon. They called it Environ mental 
Art. Well, man, that's just what hitting the subways is. Environment Art and 
I am its Queen, dig it? 

There ain't but a coupla girls who're big hit-artists. I mean it takes some 
guts to go down the yards after midnight. Not just running from the guards 
and watching out for the cables, man, but you got to be able to hold your 
own with those pricks who're artists, too. I mean, man, they'll rape any 
girl they can hold down. They don't fool with me, though, they know I'll 
bust their fucking balls. 

My friend, Arlene, she tried to hit the cars one night with me but they had 
her down on the ground and two of the bastards had already shot their loads 
up her when I heard her hollering. 

I ran down the length of the train and there was Arlene on the ground, 
outside, with four guys standing around her. One guys was holding her on the 
ground by her arms. Two of the guys had her work shirt off and they was 
rubbing her tits like they was waxing a car. Just rubbing her tits hard with 
the palm of their hands. I could see her hard little nipples standing up. 
The fourth guy had his rod out and was pulling her jeans off. He didn't even 
take them from around her feet. He just pulled them down and pushed her 
knees apart. Her jeans were holding her feet together at the ankles, and he 
rammed his rod up her pretty, pink pussy. 

I was pissed off, man. I was hoping to get in her pants myself that evening, 
after we hit the cars. Arlene's a damned good looking girl and I been 
wanting to stick my face in that little pussy ever since she sat in front of 
me in home room at school. 

Well, you can bet that Arlene wasn't interested in no fucking around with me 
or anybody else after those bums gang-raped her. I beat the shit outta the 
little guy when I got him by himself in the alley by the candy store, the 
next day. 

See, I always played with the boys. I got three brothers and my Ma died when 
I was born. Pa works his balls off trying to support us and he always 
treated me just like one of the boys. Hell, I'm as big and strong as any of 
them and I'm the best second baseman in the whole damned school. When I was 
a kid, I hung out with the guys on the street and we used to peek into 
people's windows at the projects, trying to see how it was that they fucked. 
We used to lie down under the seats on he subway at rush hour and look up 
women's skirts. Man, was I surprise how many dames don't wear underwear. 
They'd be standing there, hanging onto a strap, reading the Daily News and 
their goddamn pussy was just sitting there wet and pink and aching to be 
fucked or sucked. None of the guys was brave enough to do it, but once I 
started it, they went along. 

I'd wait til the crowd was packed and when I saw one of those wet, gaping 
pussies, I'd just stick my head right up the skirt and start in to lapping 
it. I never had a dame protest, either. They just pretended nothing was 
happening and spread their legs as much as they could, in the crowd, to give 
me room to run my hot tongue inside their pussies and suck their stick clits 
until they came, their juices running down my face. 

The guys knew I wasn't a guy, but I wasn't a girl, either. We'd grab the 
girl's pussies after school, walking home and tell each other dirty stories, 
hanging around the garbage cans behind the candy store. 

One day, I guess I was about eleven, we found a five dollar bill on the 
sidewalk. 

Everybody had an idea of what to do with that fiver. One guy wanted to buy a 
bunch of smokes, one guy wanted to buy some dope-I said, what the hell, 
let's find a hooker who'll do it for Five. 

There was this old drunk hooker who hung around the corner of 95th and 
Amsterdam. Hell, she wasn't bad looking but she was so damn drunk that 
hardly anybody ever paid her. They just fucked her and told her that they 
had paid her and she was so damn drunk she didn't know the difference. 

Well, I went up to her and said we'd paid her five dollars for lying down. 
She took the five and led us up to her room on the fourth floor. She took 
off her clothes, she didn't say a word to us, man, and the other guys were 
panting and breathing hard, just looking. The first buck naked dame we'd 
ever seen except our mothers and sisters. She lay down and motioned us to 
get started. 

Hermie went first. His little cock was standing straight up and pulsing and 
he dropped into her gaping cunt and fucked up and down twice and shot. 

"Man, that's nothing," he said, getting off. "That hole don't even grab your 
cock. I got off better fucking the plug-hole in an orange." 

Joey climbed on next and rammed his prick up the whore for quite a while 
before he shot off. 

"Hermie's right, man," he said, "It ain't nothing!" 

The other guys all wanted to try it, though, because we all wanted to be 
able to say we'd fucked a real broad. 

One by one, they got on her and humped until their rods shot. Then it was my 
turn. Man, nobody thought nothing about it. I mean, I guess they just 
naturally expected to see me pull out a rod, too. 

I didn't know what to do, so I got up on the hustler and grabbed one of her 
tits in my mouth. She looked real surprised, then started in to moaning. 

The guys were amazed. 

"Hey, lookit, she's digging it. Mary's making her dig it." 

I guess they were jealous. Anyhow, they all gathered around to see what I 
was doing. 

Figures, I would be the leader. 

So I took my hand and started rubbing it all over her cunt, slipping my 
fingers insider her, rubbing her slit until it was sopping wet and she was 
twisting all around and moaning real loud. I was about to stop when she 
reached down and took my hand and put my index finger on her throbbing, 
stiff clit. She showed me how to rub her twat until she was screaming. 

"Yeah, baby, fuck me, fuck me good," she was hollering and I keep hanging 
onto her stiff red nipple with my mouth and started humping my pelvis 
against hers as I worked her hard clit with my finger. 

She bucked up in the air like a wild horse and her juices flowed all over my 
hand. 

"Yeah, baby, fuck Mama, fuck me good!" 

The other guys were really impressed. I made the drunk whore come. Pretty 
soon I was a legend on he street. I guess other women started to hear about 
it--I mean, real nice types, people's mothers and everything. I was getting 
invitations to come over and visit every woman on the block. 

The first one, she asked me to come over and baby-sit. She'd pay me two 
dollars, she said. Well, I didn't see why she needed any baby-sitter because 
she wasn't going anywhere. But when I found her sitting up next to me on the 
couch, pushing her swollen, milk-filled nipples into my mouth, I got the 
picture real fast. I sucked her tits until was begging me for it. 

"Oh, honey, fuck me, fuck me with your big cock." 

Well, hell, I didn't have any big cock but I lay on top of her, just like I 
had with the whore, and I drove my fingers into her. For all I knew, she 
might have thought it was a cock. 

All she really wanted was my fingers rubbing her rock-hard clit and my 
pelvis humping against her while I sucked the milk out of her swollen 
breasts. 

"Fuck me, baby," she hollered, "Fuck me good!" 

Well, pretty soon all the women in the neighborhood were calling me up and 
getting me to suck them off or finger-fuck them. They didn't have to worry 
about their husbands getting jealous, after all, I was just a girl. And 
every one of them told me that I was better than any man they'd ever had. 

I learned to suck a cunt real good, too. I learned to run my tongue around 
the labia and lick up the juices, to push my hard tongue into the cunt-hole 
and fuck it, to titillate the twat until it stood up erect and aching and to 
suck it with my mouth until the woman screamed and arched with climax. 

Every block has got its stud. I'm the stud in our neighborhood and the guys 
respect me, man, and leave me alone. No guy would try to ram his pecker in 
my cunt. Hell, they know I'd knock them on their ass and, what's more, I'd 
see that they never got another pussy in our neighborhood. 

So, anyway, back to Arlene. After those pricks got through with her, she 
wasn't in any mood for me or anybody. I took her home and I tried to be real 
gentle with her. I felt sorry for her, you know. I mean, she wasn't any 
cherry but she wasn't used to any gang-rape, either. 

The next afternoon, after school, I went over to her house and asked her to 
come out to the park with me. We was fooling around, you know, playing on 
the grass and I challenged Arlene to a wrestle. 

Arlene loves a good fight so she took me on. Now I got six inches and twenty 
pounds on Arlene so I got her down real easy and while I was holding her, 
sitting on her stomach and holding her arms over her head, I could see she 
was getting excited. Her little nipples were standing straight up under her 
T-shirt. 

I let go of her hands and I started in to rubbing her nipples through her 
shirt. She was grinning up at me and she didn't try to stop me, at all. then 
I lifted up her T-shirt and put both my hands on her breasts, pulling at her 
nipples and squeezing the flesh of her plump, young tits. 

I got off her and lay down beside her. I started rubbing her belly with my 
hand while I took her firm, erect nipples in my mouth, one by one. I sucked 
and licked them until she started groaning very softly. I knew that she'd 
let me unhook her jeans and run my long fingers down into her curly pubic 
hair. I ran my index finger down into her slit and I could feel her juices 
flowing freely. I finger-fucked her for a few minutes, first one finger, 
then two and finally I pushed three fingers deep up inside her. The inside 
of her cunt felt like satin, so smooth and slippery. While I finger-fucked 
her with three fingers, I rubbed her hard stiff clit with my thumb. Man, she 
was twisting and moaning a lot then, she was out of control. 

"Oh, yeah, baby," she was saying, "Fuck me, honey, make me come." 

My fingers were moving real fast, hard, and my thumb was going in a circular 
motion on her stiff clit. It was hard as a rock and up like a little prick. 

I felt her cunt begin to dilate and then contract around my fingers, pumping 
them, sucking them, grasping them. I knew she was about to come. 

I hung onto her tit with my mouth and kept my fingers banging in and out her 
flowing pussy until she screamed. "Oh, yeah, baby, now, do it to me, honey, 
you're better than any guy, fuck me hard!" 

She came all down my hand and wrist, a flow of juice that made me know she 
had been thoroughly satisfied. 

She lay still, her eyes closed for a minute, then she looked at me and 
grinned again. 

"You're pretty good," she said. "Yeah," I admitted, "That's what they tell 
me." 

She got up and fastened her pants up and pulled down her T-shirt. 

"Meet you tomorrow after school?" 

The next afternoon, I nearly ran to the park, my clit was hard, just 
thinking about putting my fingers in that moist pussy. 

She was wearing a dress to make it easier for me. And nothing underneath. 

I could see the outline of her body as the wind blew against the cotton 
dress. 

She lay down on the grass and smiled up at me. I was down beside her in a 
flash, unbuttoning her top, fingering her hard nipples, grasping them in my 
mouth. As I sucked her tits, my hand ran up her skirt and into her wet slit. 
She parted her legs wide so I could start shoving my fingers up her hole. 

When I had four fingers up her, still sucking her tits, I felt her pushing 
my head down. I followed her motion and ran my tongue along her midriff, 
across her belly, licking her navel, tracing the lines of her groin, playing 
with the moist pubic hairs that curled up to meet me. 

I crawled down between her legs and pulled her skirt over my head. Eagerly, 
I parted the lips of her slit and began to lick it with my tongue, running 
my mouth all over her crack, licking the patch of skin that separated her 
cunt from her asshole, pushing my hot, hard tongue into her puckered pink 
asshole. 

She was moaning already and holding my head, through her skirt. 

"Come on, baby," she was whispering, "Suck my cunt, eat me out, like me, 
suck me, make me come, baby, make me come all over your face." 

I was really hot myself. I reached down with one hand and unhooked my jeans 
and ran my hand into my pants, feeling for stiff clit and rubbing it hard as 
I continued to suck her cunt. With my other hand, I drove two fingers up her 
asshole, hard, and kept them moving in a fucking rhythm. 

She was going crazy, moaning and thrashing around and crying out. 

"Oh, yeah, honey, fuck my asshole, suck my cunt, make me spill it out for 
you, make me shoot all over you, fuck me, suck me, baby, yeah, now, NOW, 
NOW!" 

She reared up in the air and I had to hang onto her thighs to keep on 
sucking her clit. Wham, wham, wham, she was coming and with every thrash, I 
felt myself rising in the air, hanging onto her thighs with my hands and 
onto her clit with my mouth. 

"Enough," she begged as she settled onto the ground, "Enough, please." 

I reluctantly took my mouth off her sweet twat and licked her juices from 
all around her cunt as I continued to finger myself. 

"Oh, baby," she said when she realized what I was doing, "Let me take care 
of that for you." 

I stood up, smiling, and dropped my jeans and stepped out of them. In my 
socks and sneakers, I knelt over her shoulders and pressed my stiff clit 
into her hungry mouth. 

"Yeah, baby," I said, "Suck it off." 

She reached up under my T-shirt and pulled my stiff nipples while she sucked 
my clit. 

I was just about to shoot my wad when I noticed something in the trees 
nearby. Shit, man, there was some dude watching us. He was pulling his 
prick, watching, as Arlene sucked my hot snatch. 

Just as I shot off, so did he, and by the time I got my pants on to go over 
to the bushes and beat the shit out of the bastard, he was gone. 

Anyhow, I took Arlene down to the yards that night and kept my eye on her 
while I did her name in gold and pink on the Lex Avenue line. 

She was so thrilled, she let me suck her off right there in the empty subway 
car, her sitting on a seat and me on my knees between her legs. 

ARLENE, it says on the Lex Avenue Express. You notice it Doc, someday when 
you're riding." 

I broke in at this point and apologized to Mary that our time was running 
out. I asked her to come and see me again the following week at the same 
time. She undraped her long legs from the chair and, still chewing her gum, 
sauntered out of my office. She grinned and winked at me as she turned at 
her door. She told me she was on her way to meet Arlene at the Park. 

I was suspicious that she might not come again to my office. She was a cocky 
young woman and certainly convinced that she didn't need my help. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

Mary was quite late in arriving at my office. She sauntered in, obviously in 
no hurry and without any apology for her lateness. She opened a fresh stick 
of gum and popped it in her mouth and took her lounging position on my 
chair. She grinned at me and popped her gum. 

"Wow, Doc, did I have a time when I left last week. I met Arlene in the park 
and she was wearing a dress again so I could reach right up her skirt and 
touch her pussy. She sat on a bench and let me unbutton her top and suck her 
tits until the nipples were real hard, then she let me lift her skirt and 
get on my knees between her legs. 

Her hot pussy was all wet and waiting for me and I spread it with my fingers 
and licked it all over. I put her legs up over my shoulders and I pushed 
apart her firm little buttocks and ran my hot tongue around her pulsing 
asshole while I drove three fingers up her cunthole in a fucking motion. 

When she was really squirming, really excited, I took my fingers out of her 
cunt and drove them up her wet asshole. She groaned with the pain and 
pleasure of it. I took her throbbing clit into my mouth and sucked it as I 
ran my tongue back and forth across the end of it. 

She was thrashing around, really going crazy! 

Looking up, I could see her hands rubbing her own tits, pulling on the 
nipples. Her eyes were closed in pleasure and her mouth was open, as though 
she were wanting my stiff clit inside her mouth. My cunt juices started to 
run, thinking about it. 

Suddenly, I felt someone near us. I opened my eyes quickly and there was the 
Peeping Tom from the day before. He had his pecker in his hand and a lustful 
look in his eyes. 

Before I knew what was happening, Arlene had taken the stranger's stiff rod 
in her hand and pulled him toward her, putting the tip of his cock in her 
mouth and sucking it. 

The sight of Arlene's hot mouth on that big prick while I sucked her hard 
twat and fucked her asshole with my fingers, made me terribly excited. With 
my other hand, I unhooked my pants and started to rub my own hard, wet clit. 
"Oh, suck me, fuck me," Arlene screamed. She was coming all over my face. 
When her gyrations had creased, she took the hard prick out of her mouth and 
motioned the man toward me. 

"Oh, no," I said, "I don't dig pricks up my cunt." 

But the man just laughed and knelt behind me, trapping me between his 
kneeling figure and Arlene's juicy cunt, dripping with warm come. I felt the 
man's prick probing at my cunt from behind. 

"Let him fuck you," Arlene begged, "While I suck your tits and rub your 
cunt. I want to see it." 

So I let Arlene slide down onto the ground in front of me and suck my hard 
nipples while she ran a stiff hand into my cunt. 

She took the guy's cock and placed it at the entrance to my cunt-hole and as 
he grabbed my hips and shoved his throbbing pecker into my virgin cunt, she 
rubbed my stiff and wet clitoris. 

"Ow!" I screamed out. It hurt when he shoved the pecker up me. 

But Arlene kept sucking my nipple and rubbing my clit and I felt my 
cunt-hole opening wider as the stranger began to push his pecker in and out. 

"Oh yeah," I started yelling, "Fuck me, man, fuck my cunt!" 

The stranger pushed his cock in and out of me and grunted with passion as he 
got nearer to shooting off. 

"Yeah, you bitch," he muttered, "I got your ass, I'm fucking your dirty cunt 
with my stick prick, I got my rod up your cunthole and I'm going to make you 
cream!" 

"Do it man. Do it!" I yelled. 

With that, he shot his wad up my cunt. I had never felt the hot stream of 
male sperm up my cunt before. It was a new sensation and it added a lot to 
my excitement that was peaking as Arlene rubbed my stiff little clit. 

"Oh, yeah," I wailed, "Yeah, that's it, fuck me, baby, here I come!" 

I spent all over Arlene's hand and collapsed to a sitting position on the 
ground. 

I looked around to see Arlene on the ground, too, sucking on the stranger's 
limp prick. 

"Get it up," she said to him, "Get your cock up and hard, we haven't 
finished yet." 

As she sucked on him, she was lying on her stomach, and I lay on top of her, 
pulling up her skirt and feeling between her buttocks with my anxious 
fingers. I inserted one stiff finger in her asshole and she groaned, 
continuing to suck the stranger's cock. I pushed in a second finger and her 
hips began to work in a fucking motion with my hand. I pushed in three 
fingers and banged her asshole, in and out, in and out, as she sucked the 
man's cock to a stand. 

"Yeah, yeah," she said and ordered me to stop and get off her. 

She positioned me on the ground on my back and, lifting her skirt, shoved 
her cunt into my face while she pushed my legs apart and found my hard clit 
with her hungry tongue. Over my face, as I sucked her dripping cunt, I could 
see the strange man place his fat, stiff cock at her tiny asshole and plunge 
in. 

Arlene groaned and sucked harder on my twat. I sucked her frantically as I 
watched the strange man plunge in and out her tight asshole. I felt my whole 
body tightening, tensing, until I knew I was just about to explode with 
excitement but I held back until I heard Arlene moaning in the way I knew 
she did just as she was about to come. I let myself go them, and Arlene and 
me soared to the heights together, bucking and flailing around as the man 
continued to fuck Arlene's sweet asshole. We were still and holding on to 
each other in the sweet aftermath of coming, when the man finally began to 
holler . 

"Grab my balls, you bitch," he ordered and I reached up and grabbed his 
hairy testicles. 

"Squeeze my balls, you cunt, while I fuck your ass!" 

I squeezed his balls and he continued to pump his prick up Arlene's pretty 
ass until he was at the pinnacle. 

Wham! 

Wham! 

Wham! 

He shoved his rod into her so deep, I thought she must be in agony but it 
only excited her again, I think, because she parted the clotted, wet hairs 
of my cunt and started to suck frantically. 

The man dumped his load up her ass and pulled his stained cock out of the 
hole. Arlene continued to eat me and I rammed my fingers up her cunt and 
fucked her until we both came again. 

When we were able to get to our feet again, the man was gone. 

Too bad. He was okay. For a man, that is. Arlene liked him, too. 

That night, we went down to the yards and taught her printing style for her 
to use and she hit the doors of the front car of the Seventh Avenue, Number 
One Train, Express and Local. It's two shades of green with a silver 
outline, a real knockout. Keep your eyes peeled for it, Doc, Arlene's gonna 
be a real artist, that's for sure. 

I guess I got a regular thing going with Arlene now, Doc, and I'm damned 
happy about it. Sometimes she wants to. involve a guy and sometimes just the 
two of us, but either way, it's dynamite. 

I think I'll suggest bringing another girl into our sex life, soon. It ought 
to add ever more interest! 

(She got up, laughing hysterically, and sauntered very casually around the 
office, carefully examining the artifacts and photographs as though she 
wished to change the subject but she was unable to do that very thing.) 

Hell, Doc, I don't know. Everybody says it's bad to fuck around with girls-I 
mean, the teachers and the school shrink, those kind of people. 

The guys think it's a ball, I mean, they really get off on it. I wonder 
sometimes if they get off my fucking girls because it turns them on to watch 
or think about it-or are they looking at me like I'm some kind of clown, you 
know, freak. That's when I get mad, Doc, when I think the guys are using me, 
getting kicks out of me. 

Shit, I like girls. I don't feel bad about it, I think it's good. I mean, it 
feels natural so what's wrong with it? 

I just wish everybody else felt that way, too. 

Anyhow, Arlene feels that way, that's what matters. I wonder how I'm gonna 
feel if we do get hold of a third girl and Arlene digs her better than me? 

I'm not going to think about that. 

I'm just going to think about how good it feels to suck Arlene's cunt and 
lick her stiff tits, man, and whatever happens, happens. 

Hell, there are other girls in the world, anyhow. 

Listen, Doc, don't worry about me. I got it all under control, you dig? 
There's nothing wrong with me, man. It's the world that's fucked up, you 
know?" 

I had to tell Mary that our time was up. I suggested that she wait to hear 
from me or from her probation officer before scheduling another appointment 
at my office. 

She seemed surprised but I explained that I didn't feel her problems were of 
a serious nature and that much of what she had just told me would be solved 
in the natural process of growing up. 

She seemed happy that she would not have to return to my office and left 
with a casual, carefree air, winking at me as she closed the door. 

 CONCLUSION 

It seemed to me that Mary was very clear in her choices of sexual liaisons 
and in her admitted continuance of writing graffiti on the subway trains-and 
felt no guilt at either act. I suspected that both her sexual orientation 
and her need to deface public property were born out of a very positive need 
to assert herself and, until such time I had interviewed all the subway 
artists, I feel I could be of very little help to Mary. 

 CASE HISTORY FOUR 

SUBJECT: Missy AGE: Eleven 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

When Missy skipped into my office, I immediately wondered if she was in the 
right place. I usually can spot a deviant pretty easily, but the pixieish 
charm of the little blonde, pigtailed girl had me fooled for a while, again 
teaching me that appearances are often deceiving. It seems that the little 
pre-teen had entered into a lesbian relationship with her eleven year old 
friend. Apparently it had been going on for some time before her parents 
found out about it. In our interviews, I asked Missy to tell me all about 
it, first, how it started, and then one of the juicier sessions they had. 

Missy is 5'0" tall, weighs, 89 pounds, has blonde hair and blue eyes. She is 
not yet developed, but her measurements are 29-17-29. 

Well, doctor, my friend and I, I mean, my best friend, I mean, my lover, 
Buffy, were walking home from school and got caught in this big, big, rain. 
We got all wet. Buffy lived a lot further than me and I was close by so we 
went to my house to wait out the rain to end. 

My mommy and daddy weren't home because they both work. They also had 
something to do after work and wouldn't be home until later in the night. 

Well, Buffy and I were really soaked. Once we had gotten wet, we just didn't 
care anymore and we played around in the rain, running and it was so nice 
not having to worry about getting wet. 

But when we finally got into my house, we both got water all over the rug. 

"We're gonna get sick," Buffy said as she took her sneaker off and wrung it 
out on my rug. 

"So what? Then well miss school," I giggled. 

But we both knew that it would still be no fun to get sick. "I'm gonna 
change, and put on dry stuff," I told her. 

She looked kind of sad. "All right, I'll get some stuff for you, too, 
Buffy," I told her. We weren't lovers then, just friends. 

We both went into my room. I gave her a pair of my dungarees and a flannel 
shirt. "Turn around," I told her when I started to take my things off and 
she did. I looked in the mirror, though, when she began to get undressed. I 
had never seen her in her underwear before, and I was just curious to see 
what she looked like. Well, she took her polo shirt off, and do you know 
what? 

She wasn't wearing anything underneath it. She even had little things 
sticking out on her chest. No, silly, I don't mean her nipples. Her breasts. 
She had little breasts. 

"Hey, Buffy, you got breasts!!" Then I turned around and looked at her, not 
from the mirror. I was in my undershirt and my panties, white ones. 

"Hey, you're looking, Missy," she said and then she put her hands over her 
little breasts and covered them. She was in her panties only, also white 
ones. 

Buffy was about my size, maybe just a little heavier. She weighed a hundred 
already. We were only ten when that happened, and I didn't have my first 
period yet. 

"Come on, let me see, Buffy," I said and tried to pull her hands away from 
her little breasts so I could see them better. I really was surprised she 
had them because she never told me. They were like little lumps or swellings 
on her chest. Her nipples were also a little larger than mine. I'm as flat 
as a board, except for my nipples. Well, .Buffy let me look at her little 
breasts. 

"Hey, you're almost like a woman, already, Buffy!" I exclaimed. 

"You don't have anything, Missy?" she asked. 

Well, I figured as long as she let me see hers, I could show her mine. I 
took my undershirt off. "See, nothing?" I ran my hand down my tight chest. I 
felt my little pink dot of a nipple with my fingers. Then I did it to her. 

"Hey!!" she yelled and took my hand away. 

"I just wanted to see if it felt different, Buffy. You don't have to get 
mad," I pouted. 

"I'm not mad, but I just don't like you touching my nipples. I'm sensitive 
there now, and I can get hurt of you squeeze them too hard!" 

I squeezed my one nipple, real hard. Nothing happened and I hardly felt it. 
It was just like the skin of my elbow. 

"Let me put my clothes on, Missy," she said. 

"They're my clothes," I told her. I wanted to find out what she meant about 
being sensitive there. 

"All right, your clothes. My panties are wet, too," she said. 

"So are mine. I'll give you a pair of mine. Are you different there too?" I 
asked her and pointed at her panties. 

"Different than what?" she asked. 

"Than me, dummy," I explained. 

"I don't know. What are you like there?" Buffy asked. 

"I'll show you what I'm like if you let me see what you're like," I told 
her. 

I didn't care, really, if she saw me naked. I didn't have anything to hide 
yet, although my mommy stopped taking me to the park and undressing me in 
front of everyone almost two years before, when I was eight. She said that I 
was too old to undress naked anymore. There was a thing in the park where 
they had a little wading pool with a spray. When Buffy and I were real 
little, about five or six, we would go wading together, naked, and splash 
each other, but Buffy's parents stopped letting her when she was seven. 
Buffy didn't have little breasts then. 

Anyway, Buffy didn't want to show me under her panties and told me not to 
look when she changed. "We're girls, Buffy. I won't tell anyone what you're 
like there," I said. 

"Well, you let me see what you have, first, then, Missy, and I'll tell you 
if I'm different." 

I quickly took my wet panties off and showed her. She giggled when she 
looked at my smooth, puffy little crack. "Are you the same?" I asked. I was 
still looking at her little breasts and nipples. Since I was standing there, 
I thought that her nipples were getting a little bigger and their color was 
changing from a light brown to a darker color, reddish, but I wasn't too 
sure. I didn't know what that meant, then. I didn't know it happened because 
I squeezed them before. I thought that she might start squirting milk at me 
from them. 

Anyway, When I asked her if she was the same between her legs as me, she 
giggled and shook her head, no. 

"Why?" I asked, curiously. I knew that when we grew up, different things 
happen to our cracks and our breasts, but I heard so many different things, 
I was real confused. Now, my best friend was starting to change into a grown 
up and I knew I could find out a lot better from her than just by asking and 
listening around. My mother never tells me nothing when I ask her about my 
crack. 

Buffy looked at my crack a little closer. She bit her lip. "No, I'm 
different than you," she said. 

"Did you start to grow one of those things that boys get?" 

"Oh, you're so dumb, Missy. Girls don't get penises," she laughed. When I 
say she laughed, she really laughed. She held her belly and giggled all over 
the place. I felt really dumb, now, too, for saying that. I didn't think 
that girls get penises, but someone told me that they did, a boy, actually, 
and I wasn't sure if he was lying. Now I knew he was lying. 

"Rod Spearing told me that we get penises, Buffy. Let me see why you're 
different, huh?" 

"I'm not THAT different than you, Missy. I just got hairs and my crack isn't 
as fat as yours," she told me. 

"My crack is fat? You got hairs where? Look, I got hairs here!" I said and I 
lifted up my arms and showed her the blonde hairs under my armpits that 
started go grow a few months before. Then I lifted her arms and she had them 
also, black ones, and a little more than me. Mine looked like they were all 
stuck together in one long strand. Hers were different, more than one strand 
and a lot more curlier then mine are. 

"I also got hairs over my crack, and along the sides, too," she said. 

"You do not. Girls don't get hair on their bodies," I told her. That I knew 
for a fact, because I heard it from more than one person, although someone 
else said girls do get hairs, but I didn't believe that. 

"Do too, do too. You don't have any, but you will, nyaaaa!" She was teasing 
me. 

I looked down at my smooth crack. I pulled it open a little. I held one side 
of it in between my fingers. "It's not fat," I said. 

"I'm not supposed to touch mine anymore, except when I bleed," she told me. 
"Then I have to put a tampon in it." 

All of this stuff was so new to me, I didn't know what to make of it. Not 
touching it, and bleeding, and the way she said, "bleed" like it was hardly 
important. 

"Lemme see!!" I yelled and I grabbed her panties and pulled them down from, 
the front. 

"Don't grab!" she yelled and she hit me. Om my arm. 

We had never gotten in a fight, but I was gonna get in one with her, but I 
saw that she was telling the truth about having hairs. She had brown hair on 
her head, but the hair over and around her crack was black, dark black! 

I got a little scared and I yelped when I saw her hairs. I never saw an 
hairs on a girl's crack before. The only girls cracks I saw were the ones in 
the wading pools, though. 

"I'm just maturing, Missy. Please don't make me feel bad," she said. She was 
worried and scared that I saw her hairs. 

"Am I gonna get hairs when I grow up, too, Buffy?" 

"Yeah, and you're fatty crack will get skinnier like mine, too. See?" She 
moved her black hairs out of the way with her fingers and showed me that the 
both sides of her crack weren't as puffy looking as mine, and that the 
space, or the slit between her legs was a little more opened up than mine 
was. I was really interested. 

"Why aren't you supposed to touch anymore? Look, I can," I said and I stuck 
a bunch of my fingers into my crack and kept them there. Whenever I had to 
make pee and couldn't find a place, I'd stick my fingers in like that. 
Usually, it worked and kept me from peeing in my panties. 

She looked at me standing there with my fingers in my crack and looking at 
her curiously and she laughed at me, giggling real hard again. She took her 
panties all the way off. I looked behind her, but her hiney was still the 
same, maybe just a little bigger, but people have different size hineys, 
anyway, I think. Do they? I mean, without growing up, they do. There was 
this big fat girl in the wading pool with a gib fat hiney, bigger than 
Buffy's and mine put together and she was only six years old then. 

"Missy, your mother will explain to you not to touch when you have your 
first period. I'm SENSITIVE in my crack now." 

"So am I," I said. I can feel my fingers, but it doesn't hurt me. You mean, 
if you do this, you'll hurt yourself." 

"No, not hurt myself, but I'll feel what I'm not supposed to feel." 

"What aren't you supposed to feel?" 

"Good," she answered, and then laughed. She looked at me real funny like. 
Like it was she just realized that all she had to do was stick her fingers 
in her crack and she would feel good. 

"Yeah?" I asked. "Why aren't you supposed to feel good, silly?" 

She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. That's what my mother said. She 
said I'm not supposed to touch myself anymore since I began to bleed every 
so often." 

"How often do you bleed? Does it hurt?" 

"I bleed every few weeks, and then it stops, and then maybe a lot longer, 
but the last few times, it came about four weeks apart, and my mommy told me 
that it's gonna be regular every four weeks from now on, so at least I'll 
know. It's just a little blood that comes out, and it doesn't really hurt. 
But I usually feel like throwing up, but I never do that either." 

"Wow!" I exclaimed. I knew that she was telling me the truth. I knew that a 
whole lot of confusion in my mind was just cleared up by her, as she told me 
some stuff I had heard, but didn't believe and she also made me know that 
the blood doesn't hurt, which I was glad for. 

"Hey, Missy, if I make myself feel good in my crack, will you promise not to 
tell on me? I'll tell you everything there is about growing up, too. I was 
just too embarrassed to tell you before, but as long as you found out 
anyway." 

"I'm you're best friend, Buffy, right?" 

"Yeah, except for Wendy Johnson, but I think I like you better than her 
now," Buffy told me. 

"Does Wendy have hairs and little breasts?" 

"I don't know," she answered. "See what you did to my nipples, though?" 

"I thought they were getting bigger and redder. I did that by squeezing? I'm 
sorry, Buffy. I didn't know. Does it hurt much?" 

"Hurt? No, it feels real good. So you promise you won't tell and I'll stick 
my fingers in my crack and I'll feel real good. You can even play with my 
nipples, but just be careful." 

"Wow!" I exclaimed. 

I just felt her hairs first, just to see what they felt like. She didn't 
stop me, either, and I let my fingers feel her crack, the sides. "Ooooo, 
that feels good, Missy. Keep doing it, but not too hard, all right?" 

"Sure, Buffy," I answered and I began to rub my fingers all around her 
crack, even inside it, and she was really feeling good. She sucked in her 
lips, and I looked at her crack real carefully, trying to make her feel as 
good as possible, she threw her head back and began to make noises like she 
was in heaven. 

She ran her hands all over her chest while I played with her crack. I even 
spread it apart and ticked her soft stuff inside it. I didn't think it would 
make her do what she did when I squeezed the hard little piece of flesh at 
the top of her crack and then rubbed it in between my fingers. 

"OW-HOOOOOOOO!!!!" she yelled and squealed. She put both her hands in 
between her legs and began to jump up and down, her mouth wide open and 
yelling. 

It wasn't the kind of yell that meant she was hurting. She was the happiest 
I've ever seen anyone when she began to jump up and down like that with her 
hands in her crack and her legs tight together. I began to laugh too. Then I 
put my own hands in my crack and began to jump up and down with her. She 
began to rub her crack, especially that hard little piece of a button near 
the top of it, right under hear black hairs. She had a lot of hairs, too, 
but it didn't seem to get in her way. As I was jumping up and down, I looked 
in my own crack for that thing that she had, and I squeezed it. Then I 
rubbed it. I felt something, that was certain. I kept on doing it as I 
jumped up and down and soon I felt as good as Buffy was feeling, I know. I 
wondered why I never did that to myself before, but I didn't care then. 

We held hands and began to jump up and down, sometimes touching each other's 
cracks, and only holding with one hand. We were both making these noise 
because I felt so good, I was going crazy, really crazy, my crack was 
tingling like little needle, but not the kind of needles that hurt. I loved 
it. We both played with each other's crack and were so happy that we began 
to kiss each other for finding all of this out and making us feel so good. 

Finally, we just got so tired, we jumped on the beg and laid down and we 
still kept kissing, even on the lips, and we still played with each others 
cracks because we loved it. Finally, we just couldn't take any more of it, 
even though it was so good and great to feel. 

So we just lay back and looked at each other, knowing how good we felt. We 
still kissed, but we soon found that we were kissing because we were deeply 
in love with each other. 

Well, that was the first time. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

It is obvious from the uncut transcription of Missy's tape that she was 
completely unaware of her own sexuality. Her mother and father are partially 
to blame for what happened to the naive ten year old and her friend. They 
should have answered Missy's questions about her vagina, instead of telling 
her things about storks and cabbage patches. For the second of our 
interviews, I had Missy tell about a recent love-making session with her 
lover, Buffy. 

Well, that was over a year ago, doctor, the first time, Buffy and I made 
love together. We did it again the next day and the day after and the day 
after that. Actually we did it every single day, never missing once, even 
when Buffy got sick from a cold. I had my first period about six months 
later and we were so happy because we found out that would make my hairs 
come in and my breasts and nipples would soon start to grow. Buffy's little 
breasts really weren't so little anymore, either, by the time I'm gonna tell 
you about. 

Now, I have tiny little breasts, real soft and wobbly. Buffy's are soft, 
too, but they're really as big as women's breasts, not that Buffy isn't a 
woman, but we're still little girls even though we have hairs and breasts 
and cracks, well, we call them pussies now, too, but what was I saying? Oh 
yeah, well, now I'm the one with little breasts and we both watched how we 
grew, sometimes it seemed like overnight we grew, and once I watched Buffy 
sleep when I slept over and I took her pajama top off. That was the same day 
of her period. Well, I watched her have her period and saw her breasts swell 
up and they didn't unswell as much as they swelled, so that's how they grow. 
Do you know what I'm talking about, doctor? Good. 

Well, her breasts were now as big as pears and mine are the ones as big as 
grapes. I also got some blonde hairs over my pussy, but not nearly as much 
as Buffy who really has a great big forest of black hairs now. I can still 
count my hairs. I have seventeen. 

Anyway, we were in Buffy's house, sleeping over. She had another bed in her 
room, but of course I didn't use it. We locked the door and we slept in the 
same bed, with our arms around each other. 

We were more in love with each other than any of those silly girls were in 
love with guys in those romance comic books we used to read. 

Anyway, that night we wanted to taste each other. As our bodies matured and 
developed, our aromas from our pussies also kept changing, getting more and 
more smellier as we got older, but we were really getting into our smells 
because we knew that we would be doing this forever, until menstruation, I 
mean, menopause, and we knew that we would have to like the smells, even if 
it smelled horrible. 

So I got on top of Buffy and she got under me, but we weren't looking down 
into each other's eyes. I was looking down into her pussy and she was 
looking up into my pussy. My skinny legs were at her head and her long, 
curvy beautiful legs were also out passed my head. Oh, we were naked, too. 

I stuck my tongue into my pussy and she stuck her tongue into my pussy. It 
was like we were playing with our pussies with our fingers, but instead of 
fingers, we used tongues because we could suck the juices out. 

You know how I described how wonderful it was when we did it with our 
fingers, well, you might not believe this, but it was even better with our 
tongues. 

We started kind of slow, just licking around the puffy outside part of our 
pussy skin, on both sides. That felt nice, soothing, and just real good, not 
really enough to drive us into a wild girlish craziness yet, but enough to 
make us make little mews come out of our mouths because of the feelings 
behind our purrs. 

Well, we both began to move closer and closer to the actual hole of our 
pussies, which were both really wet now. Making smaller and smaller circles 
with our hot, willing tongues inside our pussies, we also moved them a lot 
faster. We really didn't have to lick our love-buttons directly, or nip them 
with our lips to feel great surges of pleasure, but we did it anyway. I 
nipped Buffy's love button a couple of times with my lips and she did it to 
me. Wow, what that incredible! I felt like hot waves of molten lava were 
inside me, inside my pussy, and yearning for some kind of freedom. Buffy 
felt the same exact way, because she told me later. 

Even though she was a little more physically mature and developed then me, 
she still wasn't able to feel more great feelings than me. Our yells as we 
stuck our tongues into our wet, juicy holes were just the same-loud, crazy 
and filled with the love that licking our pussies does to girls like us. 

Well, our pussy holes, you know the hole just under where we pee with, well, 
you know, it was making a lot of our pussy juice come out because of the 
great, wonderful feelings we felt all over our bodies, especially in our 
pussies, and our nipples too, which were really big and red, and we didn't 
even have to squeeze our beautiful nipples to get them like that. 

Oh, by the way, doctor, my nipples aren't like the skin on my elbow anymore. 
When Buffy's licks them or tweaks them, they really get big and pink and 
womanly and they make me vibrate inside, like a purring kitten. 

My motor was working just like a little locomotive, like a kitten purring as 
we tried to see how far into our pussy crack holes we could push our 
tongues, and believe you me, doctor, it was pretty far. 

We were having a hard time to hold onto each other because of the way we 
were making our bodies feel. It was even getting hard to see with our eyes, 
and we were both kicking and banging our little fists on the bed and my 
hiney was bouncing up and down on top of my lover, and she was making her 
big breasts squash against mine and our nipples were rubbing together and 
everything was happening all at one, it was so beautiful. We both felt like 
we weren't awake, but having the exact same kind of a dream where we were in 
heaven, because we were having so much fun and we loved each other so much. 

We were both yelling our heads off, too, and we were in so much emotion for 
each other because of the way we licked each other's pussies, that we 
couldn't even hear our own squealing and laughing and yelling. 

But Buffy's parents head, and her father had to break the door down and ruin 
it. He even saw us naked. 

 CONCLUSION 

It is rare that love between any two people can be as all-consuming as the 
love Buffy and Missy felt for each other. However, the fact that they 
engaged in lesbian sex at the age of ten and eleven is a cause for concern. 
Just a slight concern, because they both really didn't understand what they 
were doing at first. They only though about the fun and the pleasure and the 
love and the happiness they felt for each other. They didn't think about the 
other things such as what people might say. They did keep it a secret from 
everyone, though, knowing that they were not supposed to touch each other's 
pussies. They do not know why they are not supposed to. I advised Missy's 
parents and then Buffy's parents to let the girls continue to love each 
other and to play with each other's pussies if they really want to. They 
will just have to be a little discreet about it and not tell too many people 
what they are doing, due to the strict sexual mores in this society. 
Besides, two young, innocent girls making love is really a beautiful thing 
and there's really not enough loving in this world, anyway, so why should 
they be broken up? 

 CASE HISTORY FIVE 

SUBJECT: April AGE: Fourteen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

April is a cute freckled-face of a ragamuffin. She was sent here to be 
interviewed because of what she did with her pet Irish Setter, Red. The 
little tatterdemalion spoke cheerfully, and without any trace of regret or 
guilt. 

April is 5'2" tall, weighs 121 pounds and has honey-colored hair and blue 
eyes. Her measurements are 34-25-34. 

What follows is the exact transcription of two of our interviews which we 
recorded on tape. 

Well, doctor, we moved to the country about three years ago, just as I was 
beginning to enter my puberty and boys were beginning to notice me. That was 
the worst possible time for us to make such a move, as far as I was 
concerned, but I really didn't have much of a choice in the matter. 

In the three years that we have been there, I have matured some, physically 
and emotionally, but I'm still terribly lonely and bored silly. There are no 
people around here on our farm. Just animals. I hated all the animals at 
first, but I soon realized that they were my only friends, the cows, pigs, 
ducks, chickens, and horses. 

But I couldn't bring any of the animals into the house with me to keep me 
company because my parents wouldn't let me. They said the animals were not 
clean, although they were all domesticated. What they meant was that they 
would defecate in the house. 

Finally, after many months of complaining and whining about the utter 
boredom, they relented and got me a little puppy. He was an Irish Setter 
whom I called Red for the plain simple reason that he was covered with long 
red fur. 

He was so cute as a little puppy, that I immediately took to him. A lot of 
the other animals got jealous, but they didn't bother little Red too much. I 
had a nice little basket for Red in my room, but he would always crawl out 
and wobble up into my bed and sleep with me. One good thing about living in 
the country and farm life was that I didn't have to wear too many clothes. 
There was no one around on weekends, the two farmhands having that time off. 
When my parents would go into the town, forty miles away to sell their goods 
at the market, little Red and I would romp through the woods of our sixty 
acre farm, and I would be naked and as free as a bird. 

Red grew up into a magnificent, regal Setter. He would be so protective of 
me, even from the cows. Henow chased the cows through the pastures, although 
he was only playing with them. 

One Saturday afternoon, not long ago, Red and myself were frolicking in the 
woods. Red chased rabbits, but he never hurt them when he caught them, he 
was so gentle. 

We came upon a tree that had a lot of honey growing from it. It was a honey 
tree. There were no bees around, however. Red jumped up and began to hump 
the tree and lick the honey off it. 

Red was getting to be a very horny doggie, too, since there were no female 
doggies around. Well, I slapped him on his side, like I always do when he 
starts to hump things. He whimpered and looked at me with these big sad 
eyes. I felt so sorry for him. I put some of the dripping honeysap on my 
finger and gave it to him. We were friends again. I stumbled a drop over a 
thick root hidden by the undergrowth just as I was about to get some more 
honey from the tree. 

I fell against the tree and got a big glob of honey on my naked leg, on my 
thigh. I was all sticky. I rubbed my hand on my thigh to try to get it off. 
Red thought I was giving him the honey. He began to lick my hand. Then he 
licked my thigh. 

"Red?!" I shrieked, a little startled. I suppose I squealed like that 
because I didn't stop him any sooner. I let him lick my meaty thigh for 
about five licks until I stopped him. It didn't only tickle, but it felt 
nice and warm and soothing, too. He really put his tongue flat down on my 
leg and let it really far out of his mouth as he licked. I did like it. I 
didn't think anything would happen or anything serious would come of it, and 
I was sticky. All I thought would happen was that Red would clean me. 

So, I let Red lick the honey off my thigh. It was then, when he licked up 
close near my virgin vagina that I knew for the first time that something 
sexual was involved. 

I had a decision to make then. I felt the tingling on the inside of my big, 
thigh. That's where most of my weight is, in my thighs. They're not fat or 
anything, but just large, round and healthy, with a few freckles. Actually, 
I have freckles all over my body, even on my breasts. 

I tried not to let the tingling influnce my decision. Red liked it a lot. He 
liked the honey and he liked me. He would rather lick the honey off me than 
off the tree, I observed. 

I was bored, lonely, and sexually frustrated. The only thing resembling sex 
was when I masturbated myself by inserting my little pinky into my vagina 
and flicking my clitoris a few times. It took five seconds and I would have 
an orgasm. 

That was sex as I knew it. 

I knew what my decision would be. I began to scoop up as much honey as I 
could, gathering it in my cupped hands and I spread it all over my naked 
body. Red was watching and panting in eager expectation. 

He started to make these whining noises, real high like he usually does when 
he sees me preparing his food. 

"Sit!!" I commanded. He obeyed me and continued to pant. I smeared it all 
around my bouncy elongated breasts, making them glimmer and shine. My 
nipples were beautiful when they shined from the honey. My hair was almost 
the same color as the honey, too, but I didn't get any honey on it. My hair 
had no need to be combed, although it was very clean. I put some honey all 
up and down my legs, and on my belly and smeared it on my big, round 
buttocks. I hesitated a moment, but then I did it, very carefully at first, 
but I put it all over my vagina, even getting it on my dirty blonde pubic 
patch. I figured that the worst that could happen was that they'd get sticky 
and I'd have to shave it off. However, I was able to clean it later, but I 
suppose I'm digressing and getting a little ahead of myself here. Pardon me. 

I felt very good as I gently caressed my body and rubbed the honey all over 
me. I'm not really very vain by nature, but I did indulge myself a little 
bit then. I looked up and down my greased body and I'll have to admit that I 
thought I was one of the most beautiful creatures I ever saw, completely 
greased with honey, my breasts and legs shining, my nipples big and red and 
looking liked bronzed sculptures. I couldn't even see my freckles anymore, 
not that I'm ashamed of having freckles. There's no one to look at them, 
anyway. Well, I began to run, just romping through the woods like a naked 
little cherub, lubricated all over with delicious honey. 

Red barked and yelped as he chased me, jumping up on me and trying to lick. 
I stopped him for a while, until I came to a big open meadow, with just 
grass, cut very short. I was giggling and laughing and having a wonderful 
time with a girl's best friend. 

I was a little out of breath, too, as I plopped myself down on the grass and 
stretched out carefree and naked under the hot, afternoon sun. The clouds 
were pure white, and there were spaces of a bright blue in between some of 
the clouds as I lay as natural as the day I was born, covered with organic 
honey, freshly made. 

My legs were open and my arms splayed. Red started in on my ankles and 
worked himself up. I lay motionless wearing only a contented smile. 

It was exquisitely beautiful. I was beautiful, the day was beautiful and Red 
was beautiful. 

He caressed my legs with his tongue and I bent them up at my knees so he 
could get the back of my thick, curvy calves. He then went to my knees, 
making little strokes with his long, lapping flap and then went a little 
higher, making my round tapering thighs just tingle and twitch from his 
smooth tongue. 

I sighed! 

He was working on my left thigh, getting ever so close to my, well, pardon 
the pun, but to my honeypot. 

I wanted to save that for last, like a dessert, so I just placed my hands 
over my virginity and let him lick elsewhere. I guided him to my right thigh 
and he began to lick there, first licking the back of my hands. I left 
little spaces between my fingers, just so I, or rather, Red, could get a 
little taste of what was to come. I could feel his tongue slithering in 
between my fingers, his cold, healthy nose sniffing my Mound of Venus that 
was glistening and bristling from the honey. 

My protective hairs seemed so shiny with the honey coating them, that I knew 
then that no matter what, I would never shave off my dark blonde bush. They 
do act as a protection for my fertile crescent when I romp naked through the 
woods, anyway, serving a purpose like everything else in nature. 

He caressed my other thigh, lapping up all of the sticky honey, making me 
clean and dry from his antiseptic, titillating tongue. 

I turned over then, in a pushup position, balancing myself on my palms and 
my toes so Red could get the back of my thighs. I was now giggling as his 
pink, panting flap caressed the back of my sun-drenched, honey-covered 
thighs, all the way up to the end where the bottom of my heart-shaped 
buttocks began. 

He didn't stop licking either. I wavered slightly as he began to lick the 
honey of my derriere, one large cheek at a time, making my firm rotund 
cheeks undulate from the strong, but gentle caresses of his long, pliant 
flap. 

Then he began to insinuate his cold ticklish nose into the crack between my 
cheeks. He w-edged it right in there to make space for his tongue. I 
alternated between laughter and the beginnings of a sexually passionate 
moaning that was just in the rudiments of fermenting within my honey-covered 
body. 

I'll admit to having a fairly large rumble-seat for my height and my age, so 
poor Red really had his work cut out for him on that part of me, and he did 
have a hard time getting his long tongue into me in order to get all of the 
honey that was there. I had put some around the rim of my little anus, and 
he was finally able to wedge and burrow into my crack to get the honey that 
was there. 

I was immersed with good vibrations as I felt the tongue of my beautiful 
Irish Setter lick my sensitive sphincter. I tensed myself up, making my 
buttocks clench together and very taut. I even pinched poor Red's nose in 
between my buttocks, making him yelp slightly, but he was too into tasting 
me and my honey to bother about that. 

I began to feel wonderful tingling vibrations coursing all through my rectum 
as he licked the pink little hole and even tried to go deeper, smelling 
something else, well, you know how dogs are, inside the hole of my 
poop-chute. 

That made me tense up all of the muscles in my squat body as I held myself 
up and tried to bear the wonderful pleasure that Red was giving to me, 
making my sphincter pucker and contract and expand with the most exciting 
feeling I had ever felt before in my cloistered life. 

I moaned and sighed, moving back and forth, feeling that I would topple over 
to the side at any moment. My chaste triangle felt like it was burning and 
just craving for something to do, making me get goose pimples all over. 

Just as I thought I was going to topple over, Red finished with my 
mid-section from the rear and went to work on my back. That was a big relief 
as I just closed my eyes for a few moments and smiles, letting the sun beat 
down on my tan, but freckled skin, and Red's tongue swooped over the small 
of my back and he licked all of the honey off. 

I felt his hot, soothing tongue gliding over my sloping, but broad back, my 
spine tingling from the effects and my very pronounced shoulder blades also 
felt a soothing, cleansing effect from Red. He started at my ribs next and I 
stretched forward a little more. My soft, pointy, elongated breasts grazed 
the grass beneath me as they hung straight down from my chest, and Red 
licked the honey off the sides. 

I wanted to be on my back when he licked my nipples, so I had him lick my 
sensitive neck, one of my better erogenous spots. I found out then, and then 
I rolled over on my back again. I was out of breath, from the energy I 
expanded as I really did exert myself to let Red lick me. 

I sighed contentedly again, as I guided Red to my face. First my forehead, 
and then my pert little pug nose, producing a number of affectionate giggles 
from me. 

I put my hand over my mouth and let him lick my cheeks, making me tingle 
there, too. I lifted my head up and let him have my round little chin and 
the front of my neck, my throat, feeling so wonderful as I could see his big 
pointy canine teeth, and baring my throat to him, knowing I had nothing in 
the world to worry about. 

Red began to lick the hand covering my mouth next. I did not resist him, 
wondering with a hopeful curiosity if he would find my tongue to be 
something he would want to lick also, even though there was no honey on my 
tongue. 

I had often kissed Red on his lips and he had playfully licked my lips 
before, but my intention was never anywhere near what it was then. 

I had to find out if Red really loved me for myself, my lips without the 
honey, that is, or if he loved me just for my honey. 

I took my hand away from my mouth. He began to lick my face, and my lips, 
then, lapping up all of the thick honey. For a moment, I thought, or I 
realized that I might have been a piece of wood with honey on it for all Red 
cared. 

But, just as he let his long, lapping dart flap across my lips, I let my own 
little pliant piece of pink dart and flicker out of my hot, wet orifice. 

We touched tongues. It was obvious that Red was aware that there was no 
honey on my tongue. He hesitated. "Kiss me, Red, good, dog, good boy," I 
said to him, almost pleading, as a matter-of-fact. I flickered my tongue 
back and forth as a serpent might. He placed a tentative tongue to mine. He 
licked me. I licked him. He did it! He realized that I had wanted that kind 
of love and he gave it to me. He was aware that I loved him and that I 
needed him. He responded so beautifully. I was overjoyed as I just stuck my 
tongue out and his own honey-coated tongue caressed it. Moving his head up 
and down slightly, he took long even strokes against my tongue which I stuck 
out of my mouth as far as it would go. 

I wiggled it back and forth, something which Red was unable to do. I flitted 
it as fast as the wings of the cicadas and crickets whose sounds are a 
normal part of the farm atmosphere here in Kentucky. 

I felt tingles and romantic feelings of excitement for my majestic dog, Red 
as he caressed my tongue and stimulated me into a passion that I had never 
known before due to my virgin state. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

That seems like a pleasant little story so far. April is a very articulate 
and intelligent little girl. She conveys her story well, and without any 
loss of meaning. For our second interview, I had her continue from where she 
left off, without any interruption from your favorite psychiatrist. 

I was now ready to let Red have the pleasure of my two most prized 
possessions, my breasts and my vagina. Perhaps I should say three most 
prized possessions, tee hee, and perhaps I should say that the pleasure was 
as much mine as it was his, for that was indeed the case, doctor. 

I lay flat on my back now, completely nude of course and I spread my legs 
and stretched my arms up over my head, laying completely still and 
submissive for him. 

The last drops of honey on my body were now for Red's taking. 

He began with my two breasts and nipples, one at a time, of course. As I lay 
back, totally passive and willing, my breasts were almost flattened out on 
my chest, leaving my two shiny nipples protruding on my chest like large 
raisins. 

He began on my left nipple and breast first, making my little red button 
move with the stroke of his tongue. 

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned, as it was so marvelous from the first. I began to feel 
little vibrations of hot, sexual desire 'move so smoothly through my body as 
he made my nipple move back and forth. I had never felt such feelings before 
as he licked all the honey off my breasts which my arms had made stretch out 
and recede a little ways into my chest. They were still the size of little 
pointy lemons, however, although a far cry from the ice cream cone shape my 
breasts assume when I am erect. 

I had never seen my nipples so red and erect, however as I lay there and let 
him lick all the honey off my nipples, and the big, protruding circles that 
surround my nipples, my tingling areolas. They were so large, they looked 
like little titties in themselves, only they were a dark russet color. I had 
never realized that my breasts held so much passion in them for me, just 
waiting for the right stimulus to bring that passion out. 

And it was my loving dog, Red, that brought that passion out of me, making 
my breasts undulate like soft mountains made of cotton as he pushed his 
slurping tongue against them. 

I could no longer lay so still. It was beyond my control now. I began to 
writhe and quiver as the erotic, tingling effects of his lubricating, thick, 
pliant love-arrrow made my still-budding young breasts feel as if every pore 
of my body was filled with the most ardent sexual craving I had ever 
imagined possible, let alone felt. My little masturabatory idylls were 
child's play compared to the feelings that Red was helping me to receive 
now. 

I didn't dare to imagine yet how it would feel once he began to lick the 
honey from my untouched seat of my womanhood. 

He stood on all fours, his head lowered. I looked up at him and could see 
the enjoyment on his face. I knew that it was not just the pleasure he 
usually gets from eating. It was more than that. I thought that in the three 
years I had Red, I had seen everyone of his facial expressions. There were 
about thirty of them that I knew of, meaning that I knew exactly what 
emotion or feeling he was conveying to me. I knew what it mean when his ears 
were perked, or they were back on his head, or combinations thereof with his 
tail in between his leg. 

Now, his ears were as high as I've ever seen them, and his tail was wagging 
like a metronome to a four-beat measure. 

Red was sexually aroused, too. I had never seen him so happy. His penis was 
sticking out of the furry sac he usually keeps it in and it was as engorged 
as I've ever seen it. 

I reached up to him, put my arms around his strong neck, and feeling and 
squeezing his full girth, I kissed him on his lips. He was making a chirring 
kind of noise as he was licking me, almost like a purring kind of sound. As 
I felt him, I sensed little vibrations emanating from his body, like he was 
a little locomotive. 

I had to let my hands down from his neck, as I was almost satiated with the 
passion and desire of his loving tongue. 

He was finished with my breasts. I couldn't take anymore of it anyway. I lay 
back, my body gyrating and undulating in a slow-moving passion of thrills. 

Then, as he began to sniff the rest of me, I remembered that I still had 
that honey all along the insides of my thighs and around my tight, virgin 
seam. 

"Oooooh, Red, I can't take anymore," I rasped, almost pleading with him as 
his canine sense of smell moved closer to its inevitable destiny. 

He found the mark, first sniffing all around my wet, blond forest, still not 
fully grown, but nevertheless a mature blonde bush. 

I felt the little tingles all over again, as he ruffled his cold nose 
through my protective hairs. The other passionate, thrilling tingles had not 
stopped by any means, and what he was doing now only added to it and 
magnified those feelings. They were by no means superfluous or unnecessary, 
however. I seriously doubted if would be able to withstand the feelings I 
expected. I wondered what would happen if I was indeed unable to endure 
them. I shuddered to think, but I still wished to enter that state of 
euphoria. 

My big, meaty thighs were the next to come under the influence of Red's soft 
tongue. The upper insides, ever so close to my little triangle were so, so 
sensitive. I had to close my thighs together. I rubbed them, and that only 
produced more and more of my fermenting sexuality to surface. Red nudged my 
legs apart with his snout. I no longer had the strength to resist him. All 
of my energy had ebbed and had been used by me in order to feel and came out 
in my salty sweet sweat that my excitement had produced. 

However, I was finding that I had unlimited reserves of that energy, an 
energy that Red helped to bring out of my. All I could do was lay still and 
accept the twittering pleasure his tongue was bringing to me. 

He lapped up all of the honey I had smeared around my curvy, bulky inner 
thighs, and he went straight for his mark now. 

His tongue, hanging far out of his mouth while he stood over my middle and 
panted began to take big, deep caresses on my formerly untouched fertile 
crease. 

My only movements were my own involuntary quiverings and twitchings. I was 
almost like a spastic as Red's tongue burrowed and dug into my, using the 
side of his tongue to get into my wet, juicy little honeypot. 

"Ohhhh-ho-hoh-hoowwwww, ahhhhhh!!!" I moaned. I was in euphoria. My vision 
was starting to blur. The last thing I can remember seeing was looking down 
at my crescent and seeing it twitch and quiver all by itself. 

I felt myself contracting, unable to control it. My labia began to pucker, 
almost as if they were lips in themselves, and trying to kiss Red's gentle 
tongue. 

My tight little hole began to give off her own honey, my creamy nectar 
seeping out of me and mingling with the other natural honey that I had 
placed inside it. 

Red, with his canine sense of smell and taste, I am sure was able to tell 
the difference and know one smell from the other, but he lapped up my young, 
fermenting juices as if they were honey, too. 

I think that my head must have been moving back and forth, from side to 
side, because when I was recovered sufficiently enough to notice, the 
essence of the green grass was embedded on my face. 

I could actually feel my elastic-like hole being stretched a little by his 
tongue. I mean, he was really in there, actually inside my hole with his 
tongue. 

My hymen was easily bent by his tongue, and luckily it did not break. He was 
so gently as he glided over that small obstacle to his just reward, and 
mine, too, of course. It was like the only movements and breathing I was 
doing were the involuntary expansions and clenchings of my sweet little 
orifice. I really am not sure of my other movements, being completely 
unaware of my surroundings at that point. I may have been kicking and 
thrashing about wildly, or I may have been laying calm, relaxed, and 
motionless. Neither do I know, nor do I care. It simply does not matter. All 
that was important was the magnificent feelings that were being generated 
within my nubile body. 

I know that I must have reached orgasm at least five times during that long, 
lovely session. I felt as if a whirling dervish were unleashed inside of me, 
making me, little untouched April, the most sexually provocative female on 
the earth at that moment. 

When I finally was able to regain some remnants of my "normal" 
consciousness, ha, ha, I noticed that the grass underneath the V of my legs 
would not need any further precipitation that day. My tight little socket of 
pink velvet was still secreting its own dewy moisture as if it were a 
natural recourse. 

 CONCLUSION 

Normally, an event such as what April described as happened to her would be 
met with a very harsh concern. In view of her surroundings and the isolation 
inherent in April's environment, it is a little more understandable. She had 
been seeking some means to evoke her budding womanhood, other than by 
masturbation, and the lack of any members of the opposite sex (boys) had 
hindered that search. Therefore April had to choose the next closest one. 
She chose her dog, and a very trustworthy, loyal dog at that. 

When April inadvertently made a little slip of her tongue, her parents 
picked up on it drew out the whole confession of what she and Red had done. 
Aghast, they sent her to me. 

I have informed April's parents that she made the whole thing up and 
recommended that they find a healthy young man for her before she really 
does something even more sexual with the dog, such as sucking his cock or 
having him fuck her pussy. 

 CASE HISTORY SIX 

SUBJECT: Butterfly M. AGE: Thirteen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

The subject was an extraordinarily beautiful teenager whose smile and 
demeanor were exceptionally charming. She seemed to not have a problem in 
the world and her attitude was that life was a glorious thing. She laughed 
musically when I explained my role as a therapist and she smiled a 
delightful smile as she crossed her slender legs and sat in a most lady-like 
manner in my leather chair across from the desk. 

Butterfly is my real name, Doctor, although I'm sure it is hard for you to 
believe that. I have three sisters and we are all named after nature. My 
mother, a beautiful woman who loved the out of doors, named us the things 
that she loved most-Sunshine is the oldest sister. Magnolia is next, Daisy 
is third and I'm the youngest. 

My mother married a man who was not worthy of her. We all feel that way. 
He's a dock worker and a rough type of man. He drinks too much and he 
doesn't make enough money to provide mother and all of us with the things we 
deserve. Mother always says that's true. 

"Such beautiful daughters," she says, "are like flowers in a magnificent 
garden. They must be tended and watered and exposed to sunshine. They must 
have only the best to bring out their full beauty." 

Daddy says that mother is full of shit. 

It makes him mad because mother won't do dishes or scrub floors or things 
like that. She says that she is much too delicate. Daddy says she's not too 
delicate when the lights go out. 

My sisters and I got very curious as to what Daddy meant by that, so we 
stayed awake late one night and listened. 

"Come on, honey," We heard Mother say, "I want to suck your big, hot prick." 

"I'm tired, too damn tired," Daddy muttered back. 

"Mmmmm," Mother was making smacking sounds. 

"Leave it alone, dammit!" 

"It's getting hard for me," Mother said seductively. 

"Okay, dammit," Daddy said, "Spread your legs and I'll ram it in your hot 
cunt." 

"Not yet," mother said, "I want to suck it for a while first." 

We heard Daddy groaning. 

"Come on, baby," he said, "Let me fuck you. I got to get some sleep." 

Mother kept on going, "Mmmmmmm,.. and Daddy groaned again. 

Finally, we heard Daddy sounding very fierce. 

"Spread your goddam legs, I want to come in your cunt, not in your mouth." 

We heard a sound like Daddy hit Mother and Mother cried out. 

"That's right, baby," Daddy said, "Now take every hard inch of it up your 
hot cunt." 

We heard the springs of the bed squeaking. squeak, squeak, squeak.... 

The sound got faster and faster and Daddy hollered, "Here it comes, baby, 
take my rod up your cunt, suck it dry with your big pussy, here I come!" 

There was a thud and then a few minutes later, we heard Daddy snoring. 

One day, I came home early from school and I found some high school 
text-books on the sofa. I knew that none of my sisters was taking a course 
in Advanced Chemistry and I wondered who was in the apartment. 

I walked very carefully around the apartment and when I got to my parents' 
bedroom, I heard some sounds. I looked in through the half open door and saw 
my mother sitting in her favorite pink satin dressing chair, one leg thrown 
on the arms on either side. In front of her was a young man, a teenage boy, 
whose jeans were around his knees as he knelt between Mother's legs and 
rammed his stiff prick in and out of Mother's hot, red cunt. 

"That's good, honey," Mother was saying, "Fuck it good. Keep up the rhythm." 

The boy was fucking her cunt very fast. 

"That's it, sweetheart, now hold on, don't come too fast." 

The boy started groaning. 

"Hold it, honey, don't come yet, I'm not ready," Mother said. 

Obviously the boy couldn't wait and he pounded his prick up Mother's cunt, 
bam, bam, bam! 

"Ohhhhh," he hollered, "Ohhhhhh, lady I love to fuck your cunt! I'm coming 
in your cunt with my big prick! Ohhh!" 

And he sat down on the floor, his prick all wrinkled up and limp. 

"Dammit," my mother said, "I told you to wait for me, didn't I?" 

The boy looked very sheepish. 

"A good lover can control his cock," she said firmly. "Now you'll have to 
suck my cunt." 

Obediently, the boy turned his head into her wide open snatch, throbbing and 
swollen with unfulfilled desire. 

"Suck me, you little bastard," Mother said and grabbed a handful of his 
hair. 

"Ow," the kid said and tried to pull away. 

"Suck me, I said." 

Mother pushed his head into her hot snatch. 

"I don't like it," the boy said, "I don't like to eat cunt." 

"Tough," Mother said, "You got yours, didn't you? You shoved that prick of 
yours up me. Now, pay for it, you little bastard." 

The boy reluctantly began to suck Mother's stiff clit as she held firmly 
onto a handful of his hair. 

With one hand, she held his face at her cunt by his hair, the other hand was 
busy playing with her own beautiful, full breasts, their stiff nipples 
aching for a touch. 

I found myself feeling excited as I watched my mother forcing the boy to 
suck her beautiful cunt and I began to rub the ache between my legs, pushing 
my fingers under my blue jeans and deep in the wet slit which needed loving. 

My mother had a sweet smile on her face and her eyes were closed as though 
she were seeing something too beautiful to be real. 

"Yes, honey," she said to the boy, "That's it, suck it, baby, lick it, eat 
it." 

She groaned loudly and pressed the boy's face deeper into her gaping hole. 

"Oh, yes yes yes!" 

She relaxed and let the boy's head go. He pulled away from her cunt 
immediately and wiped his face on his sleeve. 

"I've got to go now," he said and got up. 

My mother, relaxed and happy, just motioned him away and as he left, she was 
patting her own slit with a satisfied look on her face. 

I hurried back to the living room, so the boy wouldn't know what I watched. 

"Hi," I said to him when he came into the living room to get his books. 

"Oh," he said, embarrassed. "I was just making delivery to your mother." 

I acted like I thought he was telling the truth. 

"Gee," he said, staring at me, "You're beautiful." 

"Yeah," I said, "So is my mother." 

"But she's old," the teenage boy said, "You're just the right age for me." I 
smiled demurely. 

"Listen," the boy said, "How about going to the movies with me tonight?" 

I accepted. I'd like to have this boy do the things to me that he did to my 
mother. 

We went to see an action film, something about spies but the plot was so 
complicated that I didn't mind a bit when the boy began to push his lips at 
my cheek. I turned and let him kiss my mouth. He stuck his long tongue deep 
inside my mouth and massaged my tongue with his. I was feeling that same 
heat deep between my legs again. 

He put one hand on my little titty and started rubbing it. He seemed too 
scared to do anymore, so after a few minutes, I lifted up my shirt and let 
him touch my bare nipple, standing up so hard. 

"Oh, baby," he moaned and I pulled his head down so he would rub his tongue 
against my hard little nipple. 

I could see his prick hard inside his pants and I put my hand on it through 
his pants and started rubbing it. 

"Oh, baby," he moaned again and unzipped his fly and took his stiff rod out 
so I could hold it. 

"Jerk me off, baby," he said, "Make it come for you." 

I figured that he had never fucked a girl his own age. He was used to just 
being jerked off except when he visited my mother. He didn't think I would 
do any more than that. 

I took his hand and put it up my skirt. I hadn't worn any underpants and his 
fingers went immediately into my slippery slit and he pushed his middle 
finger up my hole and began to fuck it in and out. 

"Yeah, honey," he said, "Pretend this is my hard cock, fucking your little 
cunt." 

Pretend? I didn't see any reason to pretend at all. 

"I don't want to pretend," I whispered, "I want your cock up my little 
cunt." 

He nearly shot off in my hand at the suggestion. It only took a minute for 
him to get on the floor between my legs and put his stiff rod at the 
entrance to my cunt. It was hot and wet but it was unused and he had to push 
real hard to get his cock inside me. 

It only hurt for a minute and I bit my lip so I wouldn't cry out in the 
movie and the usher wouldn't come down the aisle with a flashlight. 

"I'm fucking your cunt," he kept saying as he plunged his hot rod in and out 
my tight little box, "I'm really fucking your cunt!" I pulled his head 
toward my erect tits and pushed my nipple in his mouth. 

"Suck my tit, you little prick," I said, echoing my mother, "Suck my hard 
tits." 

He sucked on my tit until he shot off inside of me. 

He pulled out and, after a moment's rest, was ready to sit back in the seat 
beside me. 

"Wait a minute," I said, learning from my mother, "I didn't come." 

I knew what coming felt like. I'd rubbed my own stiff little clit enough 
times in the dark of my own bedroom. 

The boy sat down beside me in his seat and he leaned over and started 
sucking my tits again. He rammed his fingers up my hole and finger fucked me 
hard. 

"I'll make you come, you little tramp," he mumbled, "I'll fuck your hot hole 
until you come for me." 

I didn't want his grubby fingers up my hole. I wanted him to suck my cunt 
like he had sucked my mother's. 

But, he kept on ramming his hand in and out. Finally, I took his fingers out 
of my hole and placed his index finger on my stiff clit. He seemed puzzled. 
I had to hold his finger in place and move it in the circular motion that 
makes me so excited when I'm alone. 

"Keep sucking my tits, you prick," I hissed to him and pushed my stiff 
little nipples deep in his hot mouth. I kept moving his finger roughly on my 
aching clit. 

"Yeah, yeah, you bastard, you cocksucker, you asshole." I moaned, having 
learned the technique from listening to my mother, "You bastard, make me 
come all over you! Oh, oh, oh!" And I spilled my juice all over his hand. 

That night, I sneaked into my sister's room and told her what had happened. 

"I practically had to jerk myself off," I told her. I was really 
disappointed in that boy. 

"I've gotten a hard-on," my sister giggled, "Just listening to you talk 
about it." 

She lifted her pink nightgown and exposed her pulsing, pink pussy. I could 
see that it was wet and ready. 

"You touch mine and I'll touch yours," I said and put my talented finger 
into her throbbing cunt. 

We both were experts at manipulating little clits and quickly brought each 
other to the peak of excitement. 

"Oh," I said, "I don't want to come this way. I want my stiff little clit to 
come in someone's mouth." 

"I don't know how," My sister said, "But I'll try." 

She got between my legs and parted the lips of my hot slit with her fingers. 

"It's so wet," she said and pushed her mouth into it. "Oh, oh, I love the 
way you taste. We must do this every night!" 

I held her head down so she would suck instead of talk about it. 

. She licked my whole pussy with her eager tongue and took my little clit 
inside her mouth. At first, she just sucked and I enjoyed it but it was not 
so exciting as my own finger. Then she began to flick her tongue against my 
clit as she held it in her mouth, still sucking at the same time. I felt my 
whole body rearing up on the bed, ready to pour its juices all over my 
sister's face. 

"Here I come!" 

And I poured into my sister's eager mouth. 

"Oh," she said, "I do like doing that!" 

I enjoyed it, too, but I wanted to know what it felt like when a boy's mouth 
was down there." 

I stopped Butterfly at that point, explaining that our time for this session 
had expired and that I would be happy to talk to her again next week at the 
same time. She seemed to me, as she bounced happily out of my office, a 
well-adjusted young woman. I was surprised that such a bright and beautiful 
young woman should have been involved in writing graffiti on subways. I made 
a note to inquire about that fact during our next interview. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

I was delighted to see Butterfly again. She was as bubbly and enchanting as 
the first time I had seen her. I looked at my notes and asked her right away 
about getting involved with subway graffiti. She laughed in a charming 
manner. 

Well, Doctor, it's because of this boy. Roy is his name. He asked me out 
again after the time we went to the movies and this time, he took me down 
the park by the river. He brought a blanket and a radio which he turned on 
to some romantic music. 

He kissed me and put his hot tongue in my mouth again and immediately pulled 
up my blouse and started pinching and pulling my nipples. 

"No," I said to him, "You are hurting me. Kiss them nicely and lick the 
nipples." 

He started sucking my titties and ran his hand up my skirt again. 

"I'm so glad you don't wear panties," he mumbled and pushed his fingers up 
my hole, finger-fucking me slowly. 

I pushed his head away and reached down to take his prick out of his pants. 
It was only half-hard. 

"Suck it, honey, if you want it," he said and he pushed my head down to it. 

I licked the end of it. It tasted good. It was very warm and throbbing and I 
put the whole end of it in my mouth. 

"Your mother can take it all," he groaned, "Take it all in your mouth." 

I tried but I could only get a little bit of his stiff prick in my little 
mouth. 

Roy told me to lie on my back and he would show me how to suck a prick. 

I lay back and opened my mouth as he told me to. 

"Now open up your throat," he said and he knelt over my face. He put his 
prick in my mouth and then leaned his body forward on his forearms and began 
a fucking motion. "Open your throat up so I can drive it all the way in, 
baby. I want it in you right up to my balls." 

I tried hard to get my throat open but his prick was tearing at my mouth, 
pushing my muscles open. It hurt but Roy kept on fucking my mouth, harder 
and harder, deeper and deeper until his cock was all the way inside my 
throat. 

I wanted to cry out in pain but I couldn't make a sound because his cock was 
filling up my throat. 

"Yeah, baby," he was yelling, "Yeah, honey, I'm fucking your mouth, I'm 
jerking my rod off in your throat, I'm gonna shoot my semen down into your 
belly, now, now, now, NOW!" 

And with a mighty thrust, he exploded, shooting his hot sperm into my 
stomach. I thought that I was going to choke but his prick got small and he 
took it out just in time. 

He sat up, contented and turned the radio up. 

"Wait a minute," I said, "What about me?" 

He shrugged and moved his foot in time with the music. 

"I want you to suck my cunt," I said firmly. 

"No way," he said, "I hate cunt-sucking. Your mother makes me do it." 

"Come on," I begged him, lifting my skirt and showing him my swollen box. I 
rubbed my wooly pussy with my finger. "Look at how much it wants your 
tongue," I begged. 

His cock started to harden right away. 

"I'll give you a fuck," he said and rolled over on me, nipping my tits with 
his teeth and driving his rod up my swollen cunt. He rammed it in and out of 
my hot cunt and I the to come as his stiff pecker excited me and filled me 
up inside. I felt his balls slapping against my ass and I wanted to come but 
suddenly, Roy hollered, "OHHHH!" and he collapsed. His limp prick slid out 
of my still-hot cunt. 

He rolled over and lay back on the grass. 

I got up and straddled his head, pushing my hot pussy into his face. 

"Suck it, dammit," I ordered him but he pushed me away. 

"I won't go out with you," I threatened him, "I won't ever let you fuck my 
pussy again." 

Roy considered this. After all, there weren't that many girls in school 
who'd let him fuck their cunts and who would suck his cock and let him jerk 
off in their throats. And I am considered the prettiest girl in my class. 

"All right," Roy said, after a few minutes, "I'll make a deal with you. 
Every time I suck you off, you have to go down to the subway with me and 
write it on the wall of a train." 

I agreed immediately and pushed my hot cunt onto his face. 

He sucked it without much interest. My sister had done a better job. 

"Suck it," I instructed him, "Suck it and tickle it with your tongue at the 
same time. A little higher, there, there!" 

I told him if he learned to do it good, he would get all the cunt and mouth 
that he wanted. He began to try to do it right. I felt myself rising, my 
nipples were hard as rocks. I liked the rough feel of his chin between my 
thighs, I liked watching his stiff cock rise and throb in front of me as he 
sucked my cunt. 

"Harder, you prick," I ordered, "Do it hard!" 

He sucked harder and faster. 

"Don't stop, don't stop," I hollered, "I'm going to come all over your face, 
now!" 

I shook all over and I felt my juices running out, spilling down his face. 

He sat up and said, "Was it all right?" 

I told him that he would get better with practice. 

He groaned. "Okay," he said, "You know we have a deal. Come on down to the 
subway." 

I followed him to the subway and we went downstairs. It was late and the 
token seller was nearly asleep. It was easy for us to slip under the 
turnstile and disappear down he stairs. 

The express train came by and its doors opened. There was no one on the car 
at all. 

"Good," Roy said and handed me a big black magic marker as the doors slid 
to. 

I took the pen from his hand and wrote boldly on the door: 

ROY EATS BUTTERFLY. 

Roy grinned and said that every time he licked my cunt I would have to write 
something else about the things he did to me. 

So, now the trains have a lot of things about us. 

ROY FUCKS BUTTERFLY'S CUNT ROY FUCKS BUTTERFLY'S ASS And so on. 

Roy has gotten so used to sucking and fucking me now, he doesn't come to see 
my mother anymore, at all. My sister, however, who loves sucking more than 
anything, has gotten my mother to let her suck her beautiful, full cunt 
every day after s school. 

Now Mother leaves Daddy alone at night and everybody in the family is very 
happy. 

Roy fucks and sucks me every single day and, even though we got caught 
writing on the subway train, we still can make our mark. I got a penknife 
and now I carve our names and what we do on trees. It's more permanent, 
anyway. 

I do promise that we won't ever write on subways, anymore, Doctor. Roy and I 
don't like being in jail. We want to be together to fuck and suck, so we 
won't break anymore laws. 

There isn't any law, is there, against carving on trees?" 

 CONCLUSION 

I assured Butterfly that there was no such law to my knowledge and that, in 
my opinion, she was an extremely healthy and well adjusted young woman. I 
assured her that I would recommend to the court that she and her young man 
be relieved of the duty of having to see a psychiatrist inasmuch as I felt 
this young woman needed no further treatment. She was, indeed, cured. 

 CASE HISTORY SEVEN 

SUBJECT: Lalena AGE: Sixteen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

When Lalena first walked into my office, I immediately thought what a sleek, 
stunning beauty she was! She seemed to have a very cultured and 
sophisticated aura about her. 

However, as usually happens when I look at the girl before my charts on her, 
I found that I was severely mistaken. 

Lalena, it seems, despite the maturity and physical attractiveness that 
seemed to radiate about her sixteen year old frame, was in all actuality, no 
more than a baby. She, at the age of sixteen, still did not have her 
menarche, that is, her first period. As you know, a girl does not begin to 
mature physically until menarche. She may be intellectually and emotionally 
mature, but physically, she is no different than a ten or a twelve year old. 
That is the case with beautiful Lalena. Her failure to develop was a great 
source of embarrassment to her, and she was unable to handle it properly. In 
the first of the two interviews that were conducted over a year apart, she 
tells how she tried to cope with her physical immaturity and how she 
unsuccessfully tried to deal with it, even going to the lengths of 
attempting to induce her own first period, or blood-spilling. 

Lalena is 5'8" tall, and weighs 121 pounds. She had deep brown eyes and 
long, wavy black hair. Her measurements, at the time of her first interview, 
were 32-20-341/2. What follows is the transcribed account of the sleek 
raven-haired beauty's ordeal. 

Well, doctor, first I suppose that I should start out by telling you that I 
went to a number of doctors, when at the age of fifteen, I still had not had 
my first period. They all said about basically the same thing. They said 
that although the average age of a female's menarche is twelve, it can come 
anytime between the ages of nine and seventeen and a half. "So, there is 
nothing wrong with you, Lalena, and go home and don't worry about it." 
That's about what they all said, treating me as if it were just a trivial 
concern. 

Well, for a female, not developing along with the rest of my peers is far 
from a trivial matter. I suppose it's partially my fault, but I did build it 
up to be one of the guiding forces of my life. 

I am a pretty girl, and I say that in all modesty, doctor, because I have 
been told that by a number of people, although they were mostly relatives. 

My face is well-proportioned and my prominent bone structure gives me an 
adult-type of a look. My legs are long, and they have the curves in the 
right places, not too big and not too thin. My hips are very feminine 
looking, and the flat gentle curve of my belly leads beautifully into my 
almost large, but taut and firm buttocks. 

That would be all right, but-Ohhhh, it's so embarrassing to talk about it, 
doctor. Well, I guess I have to. You see, my chest is as flat as my belly, 
and I have yet to see my first pubic hair. I am as smooth as a baby down 
there, and I am also as immature as one in my vagina. 

I am an emotional, passionate young lady, doctor, but not having had my 
first period makes the passion I have to give obsolete. 

Needless to say, I am a virgin, at the age of sixteen, yet. 

Perhaps it is hard to understand how embarrassing that is to me, doctor. 

When my friends and I go to the beach, do you know how awful I feel when I 
wear a bathing suit, my flat chest unable to be hidden by bulky dresses. 
Despite my pretty, sexy legs and my pretty face, I am still the butt of a 
number of cruel jokes. Boys and girls a-like taunt me about my flat chest. I 
feel so inferior when a girlfriend of mine with cleavage and breasts the 
size of melons that are spilling enticingly over the cups of her bikini 
tells me in front of a number of people that I shouldn't worry. Someday, I 
may have little breasts the size of grapes like her ten year old sister. 

I've tried wearing falsies and padded bras stuffed with cotton, but everyone 
knows and they point it out to people that don't know. 

There was one time when one of the pads fell out of my bathing suit in the 
water, and all of the boys were diving for it as it kept on popping up. 
Luckily, I was also in the water at the time, so when I peed on myself from 
that embarrassment, no one knew. When I came out of the water, however, it 
was worse. My bathing suit drooped down, revealing my flat, smooth chest, 
and my tiny pink nipples to everyone. 

I just put my head down and my hands in between my legs and cried. 

I was a counselor at a summer camp for a few weeks just recently. I had to 
take care of eleven and twelve year olds. They were really rotten brats, 
too. 

Can you possibly imagine how I felt when we all had to get undressed in the 
locker room before going into the pool? Do you know what it's like to have 
girls three and four years younger than you make fun of you because their 
breasts are mature and they have vagina that do not look like a little 
girl's? 

I tried to joke about my hairless, tight, puffy seam, but my physical 
immaturity was not a very effective way to discipline girls who were more 
mature than I am. There was this twelve year old, Mariel, who had breasts 
the size of apples, and nice large red nipples. Well, in front of a bunch of 
other girls, also with budding young breasts, Just stares at my nipples and 
asks me if I'm really a boy who had a sex change operation down at my 
vagina. I could do nothing except hem and haw, and agree with her when she 
taunted me. Perhaps I shouldn't have taken it so hard, but I'm sixteen, 
doctor!!! 

I did try a number of things, such as cutting a lock of hair off my head and 
actually gluing it to the smooth fatty skin over my vagina, but that didn't 
look real at all. It was too straight. It also was a terrible chore to get 
it off me. I really do pity those girls who have to wait until they're 
almost eighteen before they begin to grow. I realize it's just the way 
nature works, but why did it have to be me that she chose to embarrass like 
that?! 

Well, I had just about had enough after that time six of my "friends" and I 
played strip poker. 

There were three girls, including myself and three other boys. I knew that I 
was the prettiest girl there by far, if it weren't for my physical 
immaturity. 

However, by the time I had to take off my polo-shirt and sit there in an 
undershirt, my completely flat chest became an object of derision. There was 
a boy there, Matt, who told me that he liked me and liked the way he knew I 
looked, but with the others laughing at me, he just felt it necessary to 
join the group and make fun of me, too. I tried to laugh it off, but when 
the other two girls got down to nitty-gritty time, they flaunted their 
equipment, and made me feel even more humiliated. 

I tried to make a little joke about myself, but the desperation in my voice 
was too apparent to make it humorous. 

Then, when I thought that I had them coming around slightly, trying to put 
all the attention on my long, sexy legs and my curvy cheeks sticking out of 
the elastic of my panties, Muffin, who had breasts the size of small lemons, 
and Wendy, whose breasts were like huge mellons, both kidded me about still 
no having to bother with tampons. I know that they were jealous of me and 
derided me constantly, but I still needed some people to be with. It's 
better than loneliness, I'm sure. 

Anyway, when I took my panties off, revealing my little girl's hairless 
crack, the five of them burst out in laughter and didn't even apologize 
later. 

It was also to my utter humiliation when the others were divided into 
couples and went into separate rooms to make love. I had to explain to Matt 
that even though I did want him, I was still too tight, and that my lack of 
development would make it impossible for us to have sexual intercourse. 
Well, he told me that I should come to see him when I grew up and he walked 
out. 

I hurried to the bathroom, sobbing and crying almost hysterically. I got 
there just in time to prevent a puddle from accumulating on the floor. 

Well, it was later that night that I went home and sat on my bed. I took all 
of my clothes off and felt sorry for myself. I hated the way I looked. 

I would have traded my face, legs and hips and belly for a huge, pendulous 
pair of boobs and gorilla-like hair all over my body at that moment. 

You know what I did then. I grabbed the tight skin of my chest with my hands 
and began to pull my little immature nipples. 

I twisted them and squeezed them as hard as I could, until I was in real 
pain. I don't really know why I did that, but I just wanted to hurt myself, 
and maybe do something to make them grow. 

I grit my teeth and pulled them and scratched them with my nails in a crazy 
stupor. I even tried to bend my head down enough to bite them, but I was 
unable to contort myself enough. 

My nipples got a little bigger and redder from all that. It surprised me 
because I didn't think that I had it in me to get myself physically aroused 
like that. Oh, I had all kinds of sexual fantasies, and I did have a lot of 
tingling feelings, but they were the kind that a five year old can get, and 
not like a mature sixteen year old. 

Those little pink dots on my chest were now a little redder and bigger, but 
not much. They were also very tender from all of that squeezing, twisting 
and pulling I did to them. I sighed, and I moaned, with passion. I flicked 
both of my now tender little nipples with a finger and their increased 
sensitivity gave me tingles that I had never felt in my whole life. 

I felt a surging, happy feeling, tempered with a little sexual passion, I 
thought. I thought that I finally might be due to have my period then. I 
really couldn't wait. Literally, I mean, I couldn't wait. 

I jumped up and down on my bed, and I put my fingers into my tight hairless 
slit. I am kind of tall for my age, and with my clothes on, I could pass for 
nineteen or twenty, so I guess I must have been a ludicrous sight with my 
fingers stuck in my crack and jumping up and down in celebration of my 
approaching menarche. 

I say down, my legs dangling over the side of the bed. I spread my narrow 
cleft open with my fingers and put a newspaper underneath me, waiting for 
the blood to seep out. Naturally, nothing happened. I waited five or ten 
minutes, just peering into my little girl's slit, even though it was a 
sixteen year old slit. 

"Fuck! Dammit!!!" I finally yelled. I was so frustrated and outraged that a 
few drops of my urine seeped out instead. I cleaned myself with the 
newspaper and threw it in my garbage can. I took one last slug of my diet 
soda, and threw the bottle hard into the can. When I heard the thud it made, 
a strange idea came into my head. 

I picked up the bottle. I just stared at it for awhile, until all I could 
think about was that that bottle would help me to get my period. I really 
wasn't that aware of what actually causes a period to happen. I just knew 
that blood comes out of your vagina, and then it happens on a regular 
monthly basis. 

I also knew that a girl can get pregnant and that her breasts and pubic 
hairs will start to grow once she has her first period. 

I also knew that that bottle could make me bleed! 

I took the bottle and sat back down on my bed. I looked at my ugly, stupid, 
little girl's bed of immaturity I pushed the open end of the bottle in me 
kind of hard. 

It went in about three inches, and I felt it! Wow, did i feel it! 

"Oh-owwwwwww!!!!!" I moaned. It was very painful, but I gritted my teeth and 
I endured it. I didn't do it as hard, but I began to rub the bottle in and 
out of my dry, little crack. There was a lot of pain, but there were also a 
number of real good, tingling feelings. I was using both hands to bang that 
bottle in and out of my tight, smooth furrow. I could feel my breasts, I 
mean, my chest and my nipples also start to tingle. I never realized that I 
could feel it up there, too, or that women could feel it in her nipples and 
breasts when they were getting sex down there. 

I began to pant and groan with lust. I suppose I was so excited that I 
forced myself to pant, but it didn't really matter because I knew that I was 
feeling sexual thrills. I had inspected my vagina so many times, and 
fingered myself and pulled it, but I never felt anything sexual before, I 
think. Just pain! Now, there was pleasure. Of course, I never used anything 
besides my fingers to play with myself before, so I knew that the coke 
bottle had something to do with it. 

I sat there on my bed, my legs crossed and bouncing up and down a little 
while rubbing the tight lips of my pussy with the bottle, moving it in 
deeper and deeper and making me spread more and more with each thrust. 

There were sharp, throbbing pains coming from my crack, but I didn't care. 
The fact that I was going to become a full-fl-edged woman and the feelings 
of pleasure was enough to make me keep on going. 

I had never realized that my little hole could open so wide. The neck of the 
bottle was inside me, and I pushed it very hard, trying to make my hole 
expand even more. I didn't care that it was unnatural to do such a thing to 
an immature vagina. I only wanted the pleasure to surface over the pain and 
make myself into a woman. I was already picturing myself on a topless beach 
in the Riviera, surrounded by movie actors who were caressing my perfectly 
round, beautiful melons. 

I had just bypassed the time it would take to get breasts that big. I just 
figured that once I had any kind of tits, it would be enough, even if they 
were the size of marbles, or that once I had my first strand of pubic hair, 
it would seem like a dense forest. 

At that moment, I just didn't realize that it would have to happen slowly 
and gradually. I knew it for a fact that once I began to grow my breasts 
they would be bigger than Muffin's little lemon-sized boobs in no time. The 
fact that my mother has breasts the size of little grapes was of no concern 
to me, being unaware that such things are inherited. 

Well, I could feel my flesh stretching and stretching as I stuffed the 
bottle into it. 

"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, ahhhhhh!!!!" I panted and moaned. I screamed and 
shrieked from the pain, too. 

I had to pull the bottle out just to get a brief respite. I felt so filled 
with that inside me, that I knew it must be even more filling if I could get 
the thickest part of it into my cunny. 

I wished that some of my supposed friends were there just so they could see 
what a real woman I was then, with that coke bottle stuck up my cunt. 

And I was wet there, too, and it wasn't from pee. It was my own sexual 
juices that made me wet inside. I was really intoxicated with the pain and 
pleasure of it all. I looked at my pussy, spreading my lips open with my 
fingers, and it looked just like a real woman's almost. I was pulsating 
inside, and there were tiny little bubbles of my moisture around my wet 
flesh, not only that, the color of my flesh inside my labias was not a lot 
redder. It wasn't that little girl pink color, either. I looked at my 
clitoris. I had often tried to turn myself on by touching it or tweaking it, 
but I only felt slight feelings. I did it now, and I really felt these 
incredible torrents of passion just sift through me. I guess my mind helped 
to bring on that feeling, I know now, because my clitoris really didn't 
increase in size that much. I knew it was supposed to get about three or 
four times as big when it was aroused, but it didn't. However, I just put 
that fact out of my mind and ignored it, concentrating only on the good 
parts. 

I put the bottle back at my puckering cleft, near the bottom this time. I 
rammed it in even harder. 

"Yowwwwwww!!!!" I yelled. Then I sighed, and I felt these throbbing 
sensations around my genitals. I felt this sharp, piercing kind of a pain, 
too, but I just assumed that it was part of my emerging womanhood. 

Then I looked down at my vagina. I saw the most wonderful sight I had ever 
seen. 

Blood! 

My first period was happening now, I thought. I pulled the bottle out and 
began to giggle and laugh hysterically as a little blood dripped out of my 
most tender, sensitive slit. 

"Lalena, you are now a woman!" I pronounced to myself. 

I cleaned myself after it stopped with some wet paper towels I had on hand. 
Then I began to probe my vagina with my fingers very carefully, just to see 
if there was any difference in feeling yet. You won't believe this, but I 
also felt my nipples and looked at them, just to see if I had grown anything 
yet. Obviously, I didn't, but I still wasn't dismayed. 

I caressed my own vagina very lightly with my fingertips. I felt along the 
bottom. I noticed something different all right. My fingers slid into my 
hole so much easier. Little trickles of blood still seeped out of that spot 
near the bottom. 

Suddenly, I realized what I had done to myself. I had busted my own cherry. 
My hymen, that thin membrane that is the physical evidence of a girl's 
virginity, until it is penetrated by a penis, was now gone from me forever! 

And I still was not old enough to have sexual intercourse! My cherry was 
gone, but my hole was still as tight as ever, maybe just stretched a little 
then because of the bottle, and my chest was still as flat as ever. 

I put my head in my pillow and cried. The realization of what I had done to 
myself was too much to take. I lost all control. I soon found myself lying 
in a little puddle of my own urine as I vainly tried to push back the flow 
with my hands. 

I guess if my mother didn't walk in then and find out the mess I had made of 
myself and console me, I may have done something very harmful to myself. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

In deference to pretty Lalena, I will not repeat what the other doctorrs 
told her about not being concerned with her lack of development. However, 
she did take her failure to reach puberty along with the rest of her peers a 
little too hard. It was partly her own self-conscious feelings that 
encouraged many of the cruel and unsympathetic embarrassments that her 
friends tormented her with. 

I suggested to Lalena that she has every reason to be proud of her figure, 
even with her flat chest. She is a sleek, curvy girl, and can inspire many 
young boys to point of erection. 

A woman with very small breasts, even breasts the size of grapes, has as 
much passion and feeling in her nipples as a woman with knockers the size of 
melons. It is this big-breast society that makes woman with larger breasts 
feel that they are more feminine than woman with smaller titties, but in 
reality, that is definitely not the case. In fact, there are a lot of 
females who are very pleasing to look at who have cute little breasts. I 
informed Lalena that when I gave her a nude physical examination. It helped 
her confidence immensely. 

I thought that would be our only interview, but Lalena came back to me 
sixteen months later, having again been sent by her parents due to the 
fantastic results we achieved with her first visit. Her problem this time 
was altogether different than her last problem. 

One month after her visit here, Lalena had her menarche. She began to 
develop rapidly, and she soon had real breasts, about as large as small 
grapes that stood up proudly on her chest, and very pointy and firm. She 
also grew a nice little patch of fluffy black pubic hairs which she even 
went to the trouble of grooming and clipping to form a lovely triangular 
pattern. 

However, something else also happened to Lalena. She saw her puberty as a 
license to have as much sex as she could. The protection she used often was 
not good enough. 

She is in her eighth month and wearing a maternity dress as she sits in my 
office now and describes what happened to her just recently, a few days ago. 

Hello, again, doctor. I suppose you've seen me from one extreme to the 
other. I am due in three weeks. I really do not know who the father will be, 
but I am prepared to take care of my baby. 

I'll tell you what happened to me, doctor. It was only a few days ago, and I 
had an appointment to visit my high school guidance counselor, to get some 
of the papers I need for my leave of absence straightened out. 

Well, Mr. Golembe is a man in his middle thirties. I always had a crush on 
him, and I let him know it. He had always tried to stay kind of aloof from 
me. However, as I sat in his office that day, alone with him, I felt my old 
passions coming back to me for him as I looked at the sophisticated man, 
smoking his pipe and the tweed sport jacket with the patches on the elbows. 

The maternity blouse I wore was braless. I never did wear a brassiere. There 
were a few buttons on the blouse and I suppose that if one looked, one could 
look in between the buttons and see my breasts. Due to my pregnancy, they 
really weren't that little anymore. My mother's milk made them swell and my 
nipples were so big and tender, then, not due to any increased excitement, 
but just from the natural way they're supposed to be when one is pregnant. 
My legs were still long and lean, and holding together. My hips, however, 
were starting to spread out slightly, due to my pregnancy. 

I don't remember the whole conversation between us, but after I filled out 
the forms, some of it went like this. 

"I hope I'll get my figure back, Mr. Golembe," I told him. He told me first 
that I was pretty, or he said that my baby will be pretty, same thing. 

"I'm sure you will, Lalena. You have a very attractive figure." 

"Have? You mean had, don't you?" I said with a laugh. 

"No, I mean have!" he stated. He looked at me then with what I thought was a 
mistakable look of passion and love in his eyes, and the way he said that, 
well, what was I to think. 

It had been four months since I had sex, too. I was perfectly aware of my 
heart throbbing for him, so I wouldn't really say that he raped me or even 
seduced me. It's mainly my own responsibility, and I am willing to assume 
it, doctor. 

There was just a little more conversation before I opened up completely and 
told him that I had a burning crush on him that had been festering inside me 
ever since I was a flat-chested virgin. 

There was a little more said and then he took me over to his house, so we 
could relax, although I had a good idea of what was on his mind. I knew that 
it was possible to have sex in my condition, if the man was gently, although 
in recent months I avoided to point of abstinence. 

I knew that I would let him make the first move, though. 

"Is it true that your nipples are really more sensitive, Lalena? I can see 
that they're very large," he kidded me when the conversation turned to the 
involvements of pregnancy. 

I smiled good-naturedly at him and made believe I was embarrassed, putting 
my hands over that space in between my buttons. 

"Can you believe that my little breasts are filled with mother's milk, Mr. 
Golembe?" I suppose that my intentions were ambiguous then. 

"Little breasts, Lalena?" he laughed. He looked at my breasts again. My 
colostrum, that sticky yellowish fluid was seeping out of the pores of my 
nipples. That precursor to my milk meant that I had too much milk in me. 
Usually that happened at a time "when I knew it would, and my doctor would 
help me through it. 

I sighed impatiently, letting my breath out as we both saw what was 
happening. 

"Are you all right, Lalena? Is there something I can do?" he asked me. 

"You wouldn't happen to be thirsty, would you?" I asked with a smile, only 
half-joking. 

"I'd like to, Lalena. I'd like to very much," he told me in a soft, tender 
tone. He put his arm around my shoulder in an affectionate manner and began 
to undo my buttons very slowly. Finally the top of my blouse fell down to my 
belly, revealing my milk-heavy little breasts with the colustrum seeping out 
of my nipples and making them shine. 

The full rotundity of my belly was not completely uncovered yet. 

I put my hand around his face and guided him to my milk-white, milk-filled 
bosom. 

The first touch of his lips on my big, super-sensitive nipple made me cry 
out in passion, it was so tender. 

He looked up at me a little worried. 

"It's all right, Mr. Golembe," I told him. 

"Bernie," he said and he kissed me gently on my lips. I almost cried, I was 
so happy, and he put his mouth around my breast again, sucking on it and 
holding my hands tight and letting me squeeze him as hard as I could. 

I could actually feel the milk being sucked out of me. I felt so proud. The 
titillating effects of his sucking were also thrilling, even superceding the 
pleasure of having my mother's milk sucked out. 

I could see the pure, healthy white milk drip down his chin, and I wiped him 
with my dress. 

"It's wonderful, Lalena. It's so much better than any store-bought milk I've 
ever tasted, and I've never drank milk from such a beautiful container 
before either," he said. 

"Ohhhh, Bernie," I sighed and I helped guide his face back. I felt so 
wonderful then as I petted his face with one hand and squeezed his hand 
tight with my other hand. My nipples were burning and tingling with desire. 
I knew that I had to have more relief. My dilated, expanded vagina was 
itching and titillating me with a violent need to be provided some relief. 

By the time he sucked out as much milk from my breasts as he could drink, I 
was in a state of sexual passion. He played with my nipples and got me all 
hot and worked up, but I encouraged him. They're so big and red, they're 
beautiful, doctor, as I'm sure you'll agree when you examine me. 

But anyway, my maternity dress had fallen down past the bottom of my rotund 
belly, as we sat on his couch and kissed softly. He was very careful about 
not arousing me too much, knowing that it-isn't too good to get too excited. 

I was on the brink of hysterical, sexual stupor, but that was mainly due to 
my sensitive condition, my nipples being respondent, to the slightest touch. 

He slid his head down and put it on my smooth, round belly, listening to the 
noises my baby was making inside me. He, the baby, I mean, or she, I really 
have no preference as long as it's healthy, kicked me a few times, and I 
groaned slightly while he listened to me. 

I knew what a beautiful trip that was for him to hear the life inside of me. 
I like Bernie an awful lot, and I felt that the age difference between us, 
about fifteen to twenty years was not that important. I felt that I was as 
mature as I'll ever be, emotionally, as well as physically, especially with 
a very pregnant belly such as the one I sit here with now. 

He put his hand on my full rotundity and caressed me and petted me so 
gently, and he ruffled his fingers through my exposed pubic mound, making me 
cringe from the tingling passions. I explained to him that it was all right, 
and then he helped me to stand up. He took my dress off me, leaving me 
standing there only in my pride. I had slipped of my shoes when we first 
entered his house, and my panties were easily pulled off. They kept falling 
down, anyway, when I wore them. 

He held me at arms-length and just looked at me, up and down. I waited a 
moment or two for his reaction. 

"You are so beautiful, Lalena," he smiled at me. 

I felt so happy when he told me that. He looked at me from the back, as if I 
were a painting that he was admiring. I put my hands behind me and over my 
large, spreading ass. I laughed. 

He gently took my hands away, knowing that I felt a little self-conscious 
about losing my figure there. He bent down and gave each of my cheeks two 
little kisses, impossible for our lips to meet. 

We stood there for about three minutes and kissed, letting our tongues out 
and tasting the sweet exudations of each other's mouths. I even tasted the 
remnants of my own milk on his tongue and on the insides of his cheeks. 

The thought of him assuming fatherhood for my child really never entered my 
mind then. It was only a brief, but happy little respite for me, as far as I 
was concerned. 

-He led me into his bedroom, his arm around my waist, and he caressed my 
belly and my big ass that was no longer as taut as it once was. 

He gently lay me down on a big double bed. My pointy breasts jutted out 
towards my sides at angles, now the size of lemons, rather then grapes. I 
had long since gotten over my embarrassment at the size of my breasts, 
though, and had really gotten to think that my bustline was beautiful. 
Before my pregnancy began to show, I even wore tight-fitting body shirts 
without a bra that accentuated my little pointy curves and feminine nipples. 

Now, as I lay there, pregnant and naked, I smiled serenely as I looked at 
him. 

"Make yourself comfortable, Bernie," I told him, even though it was his own 
house. He understood that I meant he should take his clothes off, too. So he 
did. 

He climbed onto the bed and lay next to me, insinuating his strong, brawny 
brawny arm underneath me, and cuddling my large body closer to him. 

Bernie caressed my full roundness, rubbing me very gently. I began to feel 
all kinds of delicious vibrations coursing through my once nimble body. He 
touched my still lean and curvy legs, telling me how pretty they were and 
kissed my thighs as I lay back on the bed in a secure comfort. 

He positioned himself in between my legs, pulling them apart a little so he 
could have room to kneel. 

I would have made love to him, I think, if he wanted to, but we both decided 
that it would be best, considering my condition that he only finger me and 
eat my fertile crescent. 

"Wow!" he exclaimed as he put his face close to the seat of my motherhood. 
My belly was so large that I couldn't even see down there. "That's the 
biggest spread I've ever seen, Lalena! What a woman!" 

He really did say that, honest! Considering what I was not long ago, that 
was the best compliment I've ever had. I felt so proud as he peered into my 
dilated, gaping orifice that I giggled and squealed. 

"Lalena, you are so beautiful," he murmured. He kissed me there, too. 

"Ohhhh, ohhhh," I moaned from passion and happiness. "I'm so happy, Bernie, 
I'm so, ooowww, mmmmmm, ahhhhhh," I moaned as he ran a gentle fingertip 
along the length of my inner pussy lip, my labia minora. I was so spread 
open due to my pregnancy that the whole inside of my vagina was visible 
without even spreading it with my fingers. I was due in three weeks. 

I tried to move and sit up, and it was a struggle, but Bernie wouldn't even 
let me. He gently, but firmly guided me back down on the bed. "Just relax, 
honey, just relax," he said in a soothing tone. "The pleasure will be all 
mine, honey girl," he said in compassionate, comforting tones. "Just lay 
back and feel, mama." 

And that's all I did. He didn't even ask me to touch his erect tool. He was 
so considerate, just willing to let me have my passion and he would do all 
of the work. He told me that it was his passion, too, just seeing me feel 
the pleasure was enough for him. I loved him so much then. 

I cupped my own breasts which were relieved of some of the milk I was 
carrying. I caressed them and felt so proud of my breasts and my whole body, 
even my hips and buttocks thanks to Bernie. He really knew how to take care 
of me. 

My pussy was tingling with a flurrying excitement, and the ecstasy he 
provoked within my now mature, womanly socket was so great that I didn't 
even feel the mother's pain that I had been feeling recently. 

I sighed and moaned in high, girlish chirrs as he inserted a finger into my 
huge, gaping hole. I had expanded so much in anticipation of the impending 
birth of my child that a coke bottle could have gone all the way in without 
any discomfort, or with only pleasure and no painful stretching. 

Using just one and two fingers, he tickled and stimulated my red, raw 
velvety flesh. 

"Ohhhh, owwwwww, mmmmm, please, please," I panted. He stopped so 
considerately, seeing how out of breath with passion I was. He kissed each 
of my nipples, and then my face, taking little pecks at my eyelids as I 
closed them for him, feeling as if I were in heaven. 

"You're going to be such a beautiful mother, Lalena. You'll get your 
beautiful figure back, too," he told me, causing a tear to fall from my 
cheek which he licked away. 

"I can't wait until I see you in your natural glory after your child, baby," 
he told me. 

That was the happiest moment of my life. 

 CONCLUSION 

Fortunately, things worked out very well for Lalena. I saw her a month 
later, and she informed me that Bernie Golembe, her guidance counselor had 
asked her to marry him. She admitted to me that she should have been a lot 
more patient in awaiting her puberty to arrive. 

That is a problem many girls face. There are a number of pretty seventeen 
year old girls still awaiting their first periods and the growth of their 
womanly parts probably in the same boat that Lalena was. My advice to them 
is be patient, ladies. It will happen soon enough and your little once a 
month visitor will come by on a regular basis soon enough. 

Another thing is don't let yourself be humiliated by cruel, heartless jokes. 
Be proud of your physical immaturity and know that there are a lot of people 
who consider it to be beautiful. Finally, as Lalena did, once your puberty 
does arrive, it is not necessary to prove it to every Tom, Dick, and Harry 
that comes along. Although things worked out almost like a fairy tale for 
Lalena, others might not be as lucky as Lalena was. 

 CASE HISTORY EIGHT 

SUBJECT: Doe AGE: Fifteen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

When Doe blinked into my office, I could see immediately that there was 
something very peculiar about her. No, she wasn't dressed in a fishnet or 
anything like that. It was a lot more subtle, maybe just a little devilish 
quirk to her eyebrows that gave me my first cue to her behavior. 

Then I looked at the form chart we had compiled on her and my first 
impressions were justified. It seems that Doe has a number of, well, for 
lack of a better word, and wishing to be kind to the pretty blonde girl, 
well call them odd habits, one of which has to do with water sports. We'll 
let Doe describe in her own words just how she does it. 

Doe is 5'10" tall, very tall for her age, and she weighs a beautifully 
proportioned 133 pounds. She has blonde hair and blue eyes. Her vital 
statistics are 36-25-35. 

Well, doctor, I really can't remember how it all began, but I'll do the best 
that I can. You see, I was in this shoe store, just casually buying a pair 
of shoes. He seemed like a nice man as he helped me off with my shoes. 

I really wasn't wearing anything provocative, so it wasn't that. I had loose 
fitting dungarees and a sweat shirt, actually. 

Well, the salesman took my shoe off. I didn't think anything of it when he 
held my foot in his hand. I had anklets on, you know, they look like nylons, 
but they have an elastic band and they only come up to you ankle. I was 
wearing sandals, and I wanted to get another pair of sandals. The only 
reason I wore the anklets is because I know that some shoe stores don't like 
you to try on shoes without stockings, even for girls. 

My feet were very clean, of course, anyway. Well, the salesman, whom I later 
found out to have a name such as Tom, he held my foot in his hand and just 
seemed to look at my foot for awhile. I noticed it, but I really didn't make 
anything of it at first. 

Look, I know this might sound a little silly, but it's the truth. 

So, he put my foot down on the measuring rack. He let the tips of his 
fingers easily slide down my instep all the way to the front of my toes, but 
he did it so casually that I hardly noticed. 

"Would you like to take your anklet off, miss?" he asked me. I sensed that 
there was a little nervous tension inside him as he said that. He kept on 
staring at my foot, too. 

Look, I guess by this time you have an idea what this is going to be about, 
and I've often made jokes about such things myself with my friends, but this 
is damn serious. It really happened, doctor. 

So, as I was saying, Bob, the shoe salesman, tells me that I can take my 
anklet off. There was also something about the way he said it that seemed so 
libidinous and lewd. 

It was as if he were telling me to take my clothes off. So, I did as he 
said, knowing that it would be easier to try the sandal on without my 
anklets. 

It was incredible what he did next. First, he sighed, and then he began to 
pant. I swear he did. I'm not making this up, really. 

"You like my feet???" I asked in a tone that I hoped would convey my 
repugnancy for what I thought he was thinking. 

He just stared at my feet, my toes, and licked his lips as if he were 
looking at me in my birthday suit. 

I think I would have felt less abhorrent about the whole thing if he did 
view me in the nude, rather then only my feet. I'm not really bad to look" 
at in the nude, although I really do not encourage that sort of thing, 
either. 

"Yes, you've the prettiest feet I've ever seen since I've been working here, 
miss. I've been here nine months, and I've never seen feet like yours. I 
hope you're not very offended at that," he answered me. 

I looked at him with an expression wavering between complete revulsion and 
pity, and a curious attempt to try to understand what makes someone like him 
tick. I never did figure that out, although I tried very hard. The 
vicissitudes of my mind also let me think that he did seem polite, very 
polite about it as a matter-of-fact. I thanked him for the compliment and 
asked him to bring the sandals which he did very quickly. 

He helped me on with the sandal, and then he did it to my other foot. 
Usually, they only have you try on one shoe, but he had me uncover both 
feet. 

I walked around a little and told him that I'll take them, and I sat back 
down again. 

"Your feet really aren't too big for a girl of your stature," he told me 
next. 

Look, I'm kind of open minded, but I just couldn't believe this guy. 

"Thank you," I replied, trying to evince a note of cheer in my voice which 
I'm sure also conveyed my nervousness about such a person who loves my feet. 
I hadn't clipped my toenails in recent weeks, but they really weren't in 
need of a clipping. They were unpainted at the time. He ran his fingers over 
them, first looking up at me with a quizzical look as if to ask me for 
permission. I shrugged my shoulders. I was curious what he would do. 

We were the only ones in the shoe store this whole time, by the way. 

"Your naked feet are classically perfect. Please, let me touch them a little 
more," he asked me. He seemed desperate. I thought that something like this 
might be his whole bag of tricks, and I felt sorry for him. 

I also must admit that I was a little flattered, too. I had never paid much 
attention to my feet below my ankles, other than to keep them clean and to 
clip my toenails when they needed it. 

"All right," I stammered in answer to his request. 

He took my left foot on both of his hands and caressed it with his palm, 
soothing it and fondling it as if he might with a woman's breasts. He felt 
the curved arch of my foot, and then my instep, and my toenails and he just 
felt all ten of my toes individually. 

It did feel nice. I'll say that. All I did was sit there and look at him 
curiously. He had a look on his face that seemed like he was in seventh 
heaven. 

"Your little toe is so beautiful. I've never seen them so perfect before. 
There are no bumps and your nails are large, not too big, and...." He then 
went on to analyze the complete beauty of my feet. 

By the time he finished, I was believing him. 

I had never met anything like him before. I felt that he was harmless, 
really, except for that little fetish he had. It didn't seem harmful, and I 
did like to get flattered like that, especially since I believe that he was 
telling the truth about my feet. 

Well, one thing led to another, and I accepted an invitation to dinner with 
him. After we ate at some fancy restaurant in Manhattan, I accepted an 
invitation to his apartment. I wondered what he was going to try with a 
little amusement. 

I am no virgin, but I still do not give out my body to anyone. Bob was a lot 
different than anyone I had ever met. I had a slight suspicion that he might 
be insincere about my feet and was only using that to get into my other 
equipment. 

We sat on a couch in his apartment. I wore a dress and stylish high-heeled 
shoes. He smiled at me. He bent over and took my ankle in his hand. He did 
it very gently and I did not resist. At first, I had a hard time to keep 
from laughing, but I managed to control myself. 

Naturally, he took my shoe off. He warmed my foot up in his hands. Then he 
moved back on the couch. I knew what to do. I kicked my other shoe off, 
without saying a word and put both of my legs on his lap. My dress came up 
just above my knees. My long, lean legs were his for the taking, but he only 
caressed my feet. 

"So beautiful, Doe," he sighed, not looking at my face, but at my feet. I 
knew that my nylons were getting in the way. Look, I did become interested 
in his desires, and he seemed like a nice person, so I really don't think it 
was too tacky on my part to want to please him. I had absolutely no desire 
to do the same to his feet, and he did press me on that, only asking me 
once, and I politely refused. 

"Would you like me to take my stockings off, Bob?" 

"Oh, would you please?" 

I stood up right in front of him. I lifted my dress up slightly, letting him 
see my thighs and the rest of my legs. He looked but he only smiled and then 
I pulled my stockings down and took them off. 

At the sight of my nude feet, he sucked in his lips and groaned. He did kiss 
me on my forehead, however. I returned the kiss. Then I sat back down on the 
couch, and put my legs on his lap. 

"You can touch me a little higher, Bob," I told him when he began to caress 
my feet again. He put his hands up and down my curvy calves and felt them, 
but he did it, I thought just to please me. Then he went back to my feet 
again. 

I guess it was a whole sexual trip for him to play with my feet. I know that 
it really pleased him to have a fantasy of a beautiful pair of feet come 
true and I was the one who belonged to those feet. Well, caressing them with 
his palms was only the foreplay. 

He put them to his face. He began to sniff them next. I didn't resist, 
mainly because he seemed to enjoy the aroma coming from my feet so 
immensely. 

My feet really didn't smell, or if they did it wasn't a bad odor. I took a 
shower right before I went out with him. 

I giggled a little when he sniffed my feet at my arch. That seemed to turn 
him on so he really began to go at it. He moved his face around all over my 
feet, and put my toes all over his face and lips. 

Then he began to kiss my toes. He was kissing them as if the were my 
precious lips. All I did was laugh. We hardly spoke, except when he told me 
how beautiful my feet were and explained why. My instep and my arch were so 
smooth and free from veins, and were so white, he told me. He was really 
giving me a swelled head about the beauty of my feet. 

"Would you like to see the rest of me?" I asked. I knew what the answer 
would be. 

"All right," he said with an indifferent tone. I didn't move and he seemed 
to forget about my offer. He continued to kiss my feet all over. He kissed 
every part of my arch, and my heel, and my instep, and then my toes. First 
he began to take little wet pecking kisses at my toes. He wiggled them 
gently in his fingers, but concentrating mainly on my two big toes and my 
two little toes. 

Then, to my utter surprise, he put one of my big toes into his mouth and 
began to suck on it. I could feel his cheeks drawing in on my toe, and his 
tongue flitting around it. 

Passion and lust were all over his face. He was drooling. I just couldn't 
take anymore of it. 

I pulled my foot roughly out of his mouth. I stood up. Shock was written all 
over his face, repulsing me even more. 

"I think I'll leave now," I said curtly. 

His eyes bulged out of his head almost. I felt tingles of fear surging all 
through my body. 

"No you won't!" he yelled at me. Then he pushed me down on the couch and 
grabbed my feet. 

The fact that my dress fell up to my hips, revealing my panties and my long, 
long legs was of no concern to him. He held onto my foot as if it were the 
last thing left on the planet. 

I screamed. He punched me roughly on my chest. He hit my breasts, too, but 
it didn't matter. I think he only hit me there because he knew I would be 
even more horrified about it. "You make one more loud yell and I'll kill 
you! Don't resist!" 

I know this sounds so weird, doctor, getting raped for my feet, but it's the 
honest truth. I'd swear on a stack of Bibles it happened this way. 

I was terribly frightened now, too. He did threaten to kill me. 

I just lay back, and let him carry out his most ardent desires on my 
beautiful feet. 

Do you know what he did? 

Well, besides sucking on all of my toes, he slithered his tongue around in 
between them. He only used one hand because his other hand fell to his 
crotch and began to masturbate himself, still groaning and panting, but more 
severe now. I guess I don't have to tell you how frightened I was by this 
maniac. I had no idea how far his perversion, or fetish, if you will, might 
extend. At least with your normal pussy-fucking rapist, I might know where I 
stood a little better, but this guy, Bob, was a real sicko. 

Just before I thought he was going to come in his pants, he leaped off me. 
He threatened me again and told me not to move. He returned in a jiffy. I'll 
give you three guesses what he had with him. No, it wasn't toenail clippers. 
It was nail polish. Five different colors, too, all various shades of red 
and pink. 

I was crying as he painted my toe nials. He painted the corresponding toe on 
both feet the same color, as if he really knew what he was doing. 

I was crying and begging and pleading, but he had no mercy. Finally, I gave 
in. "Ooooow, they're so pretty," I agreed. They were, too, I mean, my 
toenails were really pretty! Look, I know how dumb this must sound, but this 
man had one great thing that he could do and that was to make love to 
people's feet. He was an artist when it came to painting toenails, too. 

He ordered me to wriggle my toes. I was so humiliated, but I did as he said. 
Then, when they finally dried, he stood up and looked at his work. 

Then he looked at my face. He saw the fear and humiliation on my face, I 
suppose. I also felt totally repulsed by what he did, and I tried to hide 
that feeling, but I couldn't. His expression began to change from one of 
complete pride and power to guilt. It was kind of a gradual change, however. 

He began to feel the way I held him in such contempt. As his guilt and 
self-hatred grew worse, my feelings of pity and hatred for him got worse. In 
about ten minutes, he soon dropped to his knees, and began to beg 
forgiveness and tell me how sorry he was. There was no more force behind 
him. He had came in his pants when he admired his work, and his energy was 
zapped out of him. 

I was no longer frightened of him. He was frightened of me. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

When Doe returned for our second interview, I asked her to continue from 
where she left off the last time. I told her that we didn't get to the root 
of her problem, yet. 

"Oh, please, please don't tell the police, Doe. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he 
begged and began to kiss the naked calf of my foot. 

The sight of him fawning all over me like that was just sickening. What kind 
of an animal are you?! You're the worst human specimen I've ever had to 
misfortune to see!!" I yelled at him. Boy, did I let him have it. 

Telling him that he was a human specimen gave me an idea. He was still 
cringing and pleading and bowing to me in the most servile and obsequious 
manner. 

I was nauseated at that. I kept on feeling more and more feelings of 
superiority to that piece of trash cowering at my feet. I tried to kick him 
away, but he crawled on his hands and knees. 

I ran into the bathroom to try to compose myself. He followed right after 
me, crawling on his hands and knees. He began to kiss my toes again as I 
combed my curly blonde hair. 

"You want to make it up to me, you filthy piece of trash?!" 

"Yes, yes, please, please, Doe! Your feet are so beautiful I just lost 
control over myself," he whimpered. 

My feet were still naked. I looked down at the shiny red and pink polishes 
that were not dry. The evidence and the memories of the perversion he forced 
me into were still there, too. 

"Take your clothes off and lie in the tub!!!" I ordered. 

He did it very quickly. There was only one thing to do to someone like him. 

I stood on the tub, still wearing my dress. I put each of my long legs on 
the sides of the tub. 

"You want to see my cunt, you pig?!!!" I was really outraged. My temper was 
beyond controlling it. I lost my temper. 

He didn't answer me. I reached up and pulled my panties off, still towering 
over him. "You human slime!!! You filthy piece of dirt!!! You depraved 
degenerate!!!" I yelled. He had his eyes closed and was whimpering. I put my 
hands at my cunt lips. I squatted down. 

"Look!!!" I demanded. 

He looked. He saw my cunt. 

"Yeeech!!" he said and covered his eyes. "Pink, red, nooooo," he said, 
stammering and stuttering. He was just sickening. I knew that there was only 
one thing for him. I made him stare at my cunt, spreading it open directly 
over him. I commanded him to look. He did. 

Then I let him have it. 

I just let my bladder go, and my golden stream showered him completely. He 
began to laugh! He liked it!!!! 

"Open your mouth, slime!!!" I called him. 

"Ahhhhhh!!!" he sighed and opened his mouth wide and my golden piss cascaded 
all over him and got in his mouth. 

"I deserve it, I deserve it, yessss, ohhhhhh!!!" He was moaning and sighing. 
I could hardly believe that someone could have existed for so long. What a 
horrible excuse for a human being he was!! 

Just as the last drops of my urine trickled out of my vagina, he reached up 
and grabbed my leg. He put my toes in his mine filled mouth and made me fall 
into the bathtub with him. I attacked me them, forcing me to rub my pretty 
toenails in my own golden pee. I screamed and cried as I wallowed in that 
mess, but that did me no good. I struggled, but he had his old confidence 
back and he was too strong. 

He sucked on my urine covered toes. I was nude from my waist down, and I got 
my body and my dress filthy from his mess. 

It was the most horrible experience of my life. I'm only fifteen years old, 
too. 

 CONCLUSION 

I was dumbfounded at first upon hearing that incredible climax to Doe's 
story. In order to get at the root of her problem, her terrible fear of 
feet, we had to use primal shock. Doe was forced to recall something from 
her infancy that was the underlying cause of her present predicament. 

Her propensity for showering people with her golden stream was also 
something that was rooted deep in her subconscious. 

 GENERAL CONCLUSION 

The propensity for young girls hurting themselves in order to achieve the 
full bloom of their femininity is something that is manifest in most of our 
weaker-sexed young creatures. 

As exhibited in the first six cases you have read here, each of the girls 
has shown beyond a reasonable doubt that they have all done something to 
cause pain and suffering and humiliation for themselves. 

Whether is was an overt, conscious action, such as pretty Lalena rubbing the 
bottle into her cunt and squeezing her own nipples with the inten to hurt 
herself, or something that was done unawares, such as Hallie's cravings to 
get her pussy and asshole filled up, they are all related. 

Corinne, whose habit of exposing herself also is a destructive thing. 
Although it may only seem to be destructive to her victims, we must look 
beyond the surface. Corinne may have chosen the wrong person to expose 
herself to and she might have found her self bound and gagged with a large 
cock ramming into her little asshole if she wasn't treated in time. 

April, too, the girl with the dog, also was self-destructive, even though 
she came through it without any real harm done. She was a virgin and was not 
on the pill. Red was a fertile dog, and the mixture of his sperm and her 
young ovum could have had disastrous results if she had not sought out 
treatment. 

And finally, there was the voluptuous Doe. She too, in a desire to find her 
full feminine sexuality, went about it in the wrong way due to her confused, 
fifteen year old emotions. 

Of course, there were two other case histories, but they were treated by 
another doctor and I disclaim all responsibility for their treatment, 
although I am sure they are in capable hands. 

In analyzing the cases of these young girls, there are a number of common 
factors that were found. One such element is their confused and muddled 
thoughts and emotions. There is a sufficient lack of understanding on the 
part of these young creatures to cope with reality. This is true in most 
young people, not having had the chance to go out in the world, and let time 
and nature take its course. 

A case in point is the way that Corinne and Hallie thought of their own 
selves. 

Corinne, as you have surely noticed, has a superiority complex, and 
juxtaposed to that is Hallie's inferiority complex. 

Both of these girls are equally pretty. 

Corinne has the larger and curvier body, but Hallie is sleek and frisky. 
There really is no need for the discrepancy of their feelings about 
themselves. 

Given proper treatment, there really is no sexual disorder that cannot be 
cured. 


THE END
