Chapter 6
The full impact of what she was doing didn't hit Debbie until she was listening to Harry Crowel, the teacher of the sex education course. Mr. Crowel was explaining to the students the various sexual hang-ups they could develop. Seeming almost to look at her, he continued the lecture and hit upon incest.
"There are instances," Mr. Crowel continued, where some young boys and girls in the same family find themselves caught in a pit of sex. For example, when a brother sees a sister stepping naked from a shower he might experience a hard-on. This does not mean for one moment that he is perverted or abnormal. Rather it is a natural instinctual response. However, should he persist in this pattern he could develop what was a seemingly innocent situation into one of great torment. For if he would touch his sister's fresh young bosoms and feel her vagina he might discover that it is entirely possible to have sex with his sister. This is technically called incest. There is a case in our study book that I want you to read. It is the story of a young boy who had sex with his sister. He found this experience so stimulating, so exciting and erotic that he never again wanted to have sex with anybody else. His passion for his sister developed into an obsession, and this twisted, warped sexual obsession destroyed him and his parents. For the young boy became so frustrated when his father caught him in the act of sexual intercourse with his own sister that he killed his whole family. He ran naked from his sister's body to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. He wielded the knife in an orgy of wanton destruction and murder. Not only did he succeed in killing his mother, his father and his sister, but he managed to kill himself as well. He phoned the police and told them what he was going to do just before he plunged the butcher knife into his own body. It is this type of action that society cannot tolerate."
Puzzled and curious about what her teacher meant, Debbie raised her hand.
"Mr. Crowel," she asked nervously, "what is it you're saying?"
Mr. Crowel was a bit taken back by her question.
"I don't understand what you are asking me," he told the young student.
"Are you saying society cannot tolerate murder or incest?" she finally asked.
"I thought I made it perfectly clear," he explained. "Incest leads to murder. Don't you understand? You are dealing with vital, instinctual behavioral patterns. The father was eager for his son to have a normal development. He assumed that his son would bear him children and continue his line. However, should he have sex with his sister and a child be born of this unholy getting together, problems of every kind would develop. First of all, there is a great possibility something would be mentally or physically deficient in this child. And then, of course, there is the possibility that society would discover what had happened and he wouldn't be able to keep it quiet. So he would probably have to choose between an abortion or permitting her to go through with the entire ordeal of bearing a child by her brother. This poor child would be ostracized and no doubt physically and mentally handicapped." Another student raised a hand. "Yes, Roger." Mr. Crowel nodded. "Why is that?" Roger asked curiously. "It is because man was never intended to have sex with his own kin," the teacher explained. Just then the bell rang. But it wasn't soon enough for Debbie. Feelings of guilt were splashing through her, and she couldn't seem to wash them away. She thought the best thing for her to do was talk to the school counselor, Virginia Dowling. Miss Dowling was an unmarried woman herself, However, she had some very drastic ideas concerning the sexual activities of young people, and whenever a girl came to her with a problem she discussed it bluntly.
"What is it, Debbie?" she asked her.
"I have a real serious problem," Debbie told her.
Immediately Virginia Dowling's eyes fell to the young girl's stomach.
"I guess you're not very far along, honey," she told her.
"Oh, it isn't that," Debbie said vaguely.
Virginia Dowling was getting disgusted. She glanced at her busy schedule and then looked up at the young girl again.
"I hate to hurry you," she told her, "but I do have an appointment in about twenty minutes. So you should get it off your chest as quickly as possible. I'd appreciate that."
Debbie did not know how to disclose the details of the trauma that was torturing her. Nevertheless, she did her best to explain.
"It's . . . just that I have a sexual obsession," she explained.
Virginia Dowling opened her eyes wider and looked curiously at Debbie.
"What kind of an obsession?" she demanded.
"I ... I yearn for someone," she revealed quietly.
That brought a smile to Miss Dowling's face.
"Don't we all, dear," she told her. "Now pleas tell me what you came here for."
Debbie did not like the way she was being pressured to reveal the hidden facts of her hidden sexual life. However, she recognized she would have to spill it all out and did so.
"All right, I'll tell you," she said hesitatingly. "I have a passion for sex. It's this young man who loves me so much he can't leave me alone. And I adore him."
Arching an eyebrow Miss Dowling shook her head.
"Apparently you've been carrying on sexually with this young man."
"Yes, but there's no need to fear pregnancy," she told her.
"If that's the case," Virginia Dowling scowled, "it sounds even worse. Apparently you have been engaging in oral or anal sex. Those are the only two ways that you can be sure of not having a pregnancy."
"Of course, the boy could always wear a rubber," Debbie giggled.
Now Virginia Dowling was furious. She felt the young girl was almost making fun of her ludicrous sexual adventures.
"I fail to find any humor in what you are saying," she snapped indignantly, "and if you don't mind I will have to take some time to prepare for my next appointment."
At that point Debbie felt she had to unburden everything. Tears of shame and guilt surfaced in her eyes as she broke down and revealed a portion of what was bothering her.
"I'm just as nuts about this guy as he is about me." she said, her voice tremoring with emotion. "I want to go to bed with him. I want to practice every kind of sex with him. Now I don't know what to do!"
When it was evident to Virginia Dowling that the young girl before her was acting as though she could climb the walls over sex, she realized the urgency of the matter.
"I would suggest you seek the help of a psychiatrist or a sexologist," she told her. "Frankly, I fear you have a real mania. I certainly hope you aren't a nymphomaniac."
"What on earth is that?" Debbie asked nervously.
"I don't have time to go into details," Virginia Dowling shrugged, "but I can tell you this. Nymphomania is a disease of the mind. It is when a woman has become so warped in her sexual cravings that she must carry on with anyone she can."
Debbie felt as though she had not reached that point, and she didn't hesitate to tell Miss Dowling so either.
"I'm not that bad off," she said, getting up. "Now if you need any further help or guidance, I would suggest you go to a doctor. They handle matters that I can't."
Debbie thanked Virginia Dowling and left her office. She was thinking it might be a good idea to go to a doctor and see what he could do to help her. She had obtained such a small amount of satisfaction that she knew her problem could never be solved until she went to an expert who could help her.
When she got home that afternoon she mentioned to her mother that she wanted to go see a doctor.
"Of course," her mother agreed, "but what about? You don't look sick."
"I just want a physical examination," she told her mother quietly.
Her mother shook her head but didn't disagree. And so an appointment was arranged for her to see Doctor Charles Miller.
When she went into Doctor Miller's spotless office a couple of days later she was nervous at first. But the secretary made it easy.
"Just step into the examination room," she told Debbie, "and please put on the white robe for the doctor."
At first it made Debbie nervous to think of un-dressing before a doctor. For she knew that once she slipped into the white examination gown she would looked at from every conceivable angle. Nevertheless, she wanted to remain as calm as possible, perhaps he could discover something different about her vagina that caused her to be a nymphomaniac. That was what she was certain she had become.
Once she had undressed and put on the robe, she stepped back from the examination table and started to open the white gown from the bottom up. It was such a cold, sterile medical room. And then the young doctor came in to examine her.
"Good afternoon, Miss Johnson," Doctor Miller
"Good afternoon, Doctor," she said, her voice choked with emotion.
"What seems to be the problem, young lady?" the doctor asked with concern.
"I . . . I don't really know" she said, her eyes looking away evasively.
"Now, young lady" he told her, "perhaps it would help you relax a little more if I slipped into my examination robe. Sometimes I find it helps people if the doctor proves that he isn't afraid to do the same thing."
Debbie's eyes brightened as she spoke with him. It did seem to make sense. If he expected her to expose her body to him, why shouldn't he expose his body to her? It made such good sense.
The young doctor stepped into an adjoining room and after a few moments of undressing, slipped into a white gown and came back to the room with her. Now they both stood before each other with their examination robes on.
"It didn't take you long," she told him.
The young doctor assured her that it hadn't And then he proceeded to look at her.
"Now I'll just sit here," Doctor Miller explained "and you can come over and let me check everything."
The first thing he did was undo the front of her examination gown. As he peered up at her huge bosoms he felt his cock get a hard-on immediately. "You're a well-developed young lady," he smiled "I feel like I'm going on twenty-one." Debbie laughed.
The doctor wasn't laughing now as he let his hands slide down to her crotch. He parted her pouting pussy lips and looked lustfully at her moist pink flesh.
"Maybe we could do this better on the examination table," the doctor said, his fingers trembling as he let the white examination gown cover her nakedness.
He walked over to the examination table and stretched out. And then she saw his huge throbbing penis. His examination gown had fallen aside to reveal his prick. It was in a stiff state of erection now and with each moment his young pecker throbbed more visibly.
"Now why don't you just lie here beside me?" he suggested.
She lay beside him now. And he looked at her bosoms. His eyes swept down the length of her lovely legs. But the thing that impressed him most was her hair-fringed fissure. He licked his lips as he gazed at her there and all of a sudden his hand moved toward his penis as he looked at the subtle curve of her belly. "You look so pure," he told her. At this point Debbie reached down and parted her pussy lips.
"Maybe you'd like to lick me down here," she suggested.
The young doctor's eyes swept down to her vagina. He licked his lips hungrily and told her that it would be a pleasure.