Chapter 5
Dream Girls
"My name is Arnold and I'm 51 years old. That's not a bad age to be, not really. If you keep your eyes open you can learn a hell of a lot by that time-about people, I mean, and about how they work and what they're like. That's the most important thing to learn as far as I'm concerned. Sure, it's important to learn other things, too-you have to have some profession or skill so you can make a living. But if you only know how to make a living and don't know much about people-well, there are people like that, and I can only feel sorry for them.
"It's funny, the more you learn, the less opportunity you have to apply it. When you're young and jazzy and don't know your ass from a hole in the ground, the broads flock to you. You may not know how to get in their pants, but you sure as hell have a lot of opportunities. But you get to be 51-and married for 25 years or so-and you don't have many opportunities. The chicks look at you like you're a dirty old man, most of them. They avoid you like the plague. That's the young chicks, of course; you can almost always find a few your own age or thereabouts. Yeah, they're nice, too. But some guys-like me, for instance-get a hankering for young pussy. When I was in my twenties, age didn't mean a thing. A chick was a chick, whether she was 18 or 80; the only thing I wanted then was pussy. But as you get along in years, your tastes begin to narrow down, to get refined, and you begin looking for some quality in a chick. like maybe long blonde hair, or brown eyes, or maybe a certain look in the eyes or a shape to the mouth. It doesn't exactly make sense; I mean, the guy who has these preferences probably couldn't begin to tell you why this or that quality really turns him on, but it does, so that's what he looks for. It's just one of those things you fall into as you get along in years. And the older I get, the more I dig young chicks. There's something about that innocence, that youthful vitality, that fresh, healthy, young skin that really turns me on. So, that's what I usually look for-not that I ever get it.
"And that's why I resort to fantasy quite a bit of the time. Now, I don't think there's anything at all wrong with fantasy-as long as you don't prefer it to the real thing. Now, me, I'll take the real thing any time, or even something that isn't at all like my dream girls, provided she's female. But there isn't much chance of picking up a girl when you've been married as long as I have. Oh, sure, I've had the opportunities-and even gotten one here and there. But you can only tell so many little lies to your wife, and after that you'd better shape up and put her and the house and your duty first-unless you decide that a one-time fuck is worth losing all that. And I guess I just haven't run across the girl who I think is worth all that. So that's why I've come to develop my dream girls.
"I suppose every man has his favorite fantasy. It's the kind of thing you don't usually talk about. You hear guys saying, 'I dig a chick with big tits,' or maybe, 'I go for a girl with long legs,' and so on, and you can be pretty sure that when those men fantasize, that's the kind of chick they picture in their minds. Of. course, there will be a lot more to it than just that, but they are sort of giving you a hint about what they imagine when they jack off or just sit around thinking about chicks. When I'm really horny, and Carol-she's my wife-isn't about to give me a piece of ass, I must admit I do use fantasy to work me up so I can jack off, but a lot of times I just lie back and relax and dream about some chick that I've met or maybe just passed on the street, or maybe I'll just start from scratch and make up one.
"I used to buy those books and magazines with pictures of naked chicks. If I'm going to be honest about it-and what's the sense of telling all this if I'm not going to be honest-I must admit that I still go out and buy those books and magazines. And I've got a whole lot of them now, but I still enjoy finding one that's new and different-fresh, you might say. Well, I used to pick up one of those books when I was feeling horny and I'd look through it and find a picture that really turned me on-a chick that was more or less the type I really dig. And then I'd jack off while looking at her picture, and I'd think about her doing all kinds of sexy things to me. But I personally find it a distraction to use pictures like that. Okay, it turns me on to look at the picture of some sharp-looking naked chick, and it turns me on to see a sexy chick getting fucked by some guy, and it really turns me on to see a picture of two chicks balling each other. But, from there on, I'd rather let my imagination take over. I've met guys who say they dig looking at pictures like that when they shoot off, but I'd much rather close my eyes and let my own fantasies take over. I don't think one way is superior to the other, or that it necessarily indicates that one guy has no imagination, or something like that. It's just that different people have different ways of doing things, and what works for one guy leaves another guy cold.
"Anyway, over the years I've developed a couple of fantasies that I keep repeating over and over in my mind when I'm in the mood for fantasizing. I vary them a little bit here and there each time, but, in general, they are almost exactly the same every time. Now, I'm a married man, and I love my wife. Carol's been just about everything a man could hope for in a woman. Oh, we've had our disagreements, and we even got together and worked things out, and we made a few concessions to each other-minor things, really, hardly worth mentioning, but they seemed awfully big and important at the time. We have two kids, a boy and a girl, and they're both grown-up and married and have kids of their own, now, and we see them now and then, but they have their own lives to live. So, what am I supposed to do-go out and get laid by some strange chick all the time, a different one each week, something like that? No, I don't think that's the way to keep a happy marriage.
"I'm not saying now that I've always been faithful to Carol, but I'm also not saying that I try to fuck every strange piece I run across. Still, being a man, and being human, the thought does cross my mind. And once in a while, everything seems to work out just right and I manage to get a stray piece of ass, and I think Carol suspects that I play around a bit here and there. And, if you must know, I suspect that she hasn't always stayed close to home, either. But we have both been very discreet about it. We don't throw it in each other's faces, you know. And I kind of like the 'creature comforts' which I get from my home life. We still ball occasionally-about once a week usually-but there are things that turn me on that I'd never think of asking Carol to do. And that's where my fantasies come in. The little girls I imagine are really experts at the thing I dig, and they always do everything I want them to do without any hesitation. It's just not easy to find girls like that in real life-and if I did, what am I going to do with them? I can't bring them home with me, and I can't spend too much time away from home with them.
"So, I've developed my dream girls; there are two of them-two main ones, that is. Sometimes I'm in the mood for Trixie, and sometimes I'm in the mood for Sally. I've never tried getting them together at one time; I'm not even sure that would work. Sally has a friend named Betty who gets involved with us sometimes, but I just don't think Trixie and Sally would get along together. Anyway, I'll try to describe them.
"Trixie is sixteen-jail bait; and as long as she exists only in my fantasies, I don't have to worry about being arrested and sent up for contributing to the delinquency of minors, or some such charge. She's the cutest, foxiest little nymphet I've ever seen-except maybe for Sally, but we'll get to her later. As I say, she's sixteen and has long black hair that's natural-it's not a wig or anything. God, that hair is soft and silky, and it smells sweet and fresh-the warm smell of springtime. She's about five four and weighs about 120,130 pounds. I have to guess at these things, of course. You might say I've often laid her but never weighed her.
"Trixie is built for comfort. You know, you've heard that a thin girl is built for speed, while a chubby girl is built for comfort. Well, Trixie isn't fat-not at all-but she's well padded. Her tits are kind of big, a real handful-a good mouthful, too. She's got a fairly slim waist and wide, round hips, and a full ass, and firm, soft thighs. And her pubic hair is soft and silky, just like the hair on her head. She's got green eyes-I dig green eyes, and you don't see them very often. And that sweet little pussy of hers--wow! It's got a grip on it like a vise. And I get all hung up on lapping at that sweet pussy. It's funny, in real life, I've never tried that. I'd never dare suggest it to Carol; she'd think I was depraved or a degenerate or something. Once or twice when we'd been out partying and had a little too much to drink, I got pretty close to it-I kissed her stomach and her thighs-but I've never had the nerve to take that final plunge. We've talked about eating pussy, sucking dick a few times, but she always says, "That's disgusting!' If I argue-which I have sometimes-she'll start talking about 'normal desires,' and she once said, 'No real man would ever think of such a thing.' So naturally I didn't push it. That's the way Carol feels. I don't agree with her at all. But, nobody has a perfect marriage, as far as I can see, and you just make the best of what you have. It's a good marriage, and why rock the boat. I personally feel that a real man with normal desires will just naturally want to kiss his wife's pussy at sometime or other. And she will want to suck his prick. It's a way of expressing your deep feelings for each other; it's a way of really getting close to each other. At least, that's what I believe.
"But, in real life, I've never once sucked a pussy. When I was younger, before Carol and I were married, I had a couple of whores suck my dick, and let me tell you, that was a great feeling. Since they were whores and they'd been fucked by I don't know how many men, I just couldn't bring myself to lick their pussies. But, you see, with Trixie and Sally, I don't have to worry. I'm the only person that ever fucked either one of them, so I don't have to worry about them being dirty.
"Here's the way one of my typical fantasies goes with Trixie. I vary it a lot, depending on how I feel at the time, but this is more or less the way they all go. Carol goes off for the weekend to visit her mother or one of the kids or someone. It doesn't matter whom she visits-what's important is that she won't be back for a couple of days and I don't have to think up some lie about working late or having some place to go and all that. Anyway, I go out to take some clothes to the cleaners on Saturday afternoon, and, as I'm coming out of the cleaners, I see this foxy young chick strutting by in a miniskirt that sits on the crest of her ass. I do a double take, 'cause she's just so damned sexy looking. She probably would have passed me by and kept right on going, except that at just that moment, she dropped her purse. It fell open and all the junk in it flew out. She bent over to pick it up, and I nearly shit. Her pink ass was staring me right in the face; she didn't have a damned thing on under that miniskirt! It seemed like I stood there staring with my mouth open and prick on instant hard for a long time, but it couldn't have been more than a minute. Anyway, I rushed over and helped her pick up her stuff, and she was kind of embarrassed and apologetic, and I put her at ease right away by pretending that it was me who had been clumsy, and that I'd bumped into her and knocked her purse out of her hand.
"We both knew it wasn't true, but it made her laugh, and her green eyes sparkled. Anyway, next thing you know, I'd offered her a ride and she'd accepted. I introduced myself, and she told me her name was Trixie. She said she was on her way home, and I said, 'Well, it's better to ride, then, so you don't keep your family waiting.'
" 'Oh, I don't have any family,' she says. "That is, I live with my parents, but they're away for the week, so I'm all alone for a while.'
" 'Umm,' I muttered. 'Doesn't it get kind of lonely? A beautiful young girl like you living all alone?'
" 'It hasn't so far,' she smiled at me. 'My folks just left this morning. But I'm always glad of company.'
"About that time, we got to her apartment, and she started to get out, thanking me for the ride; then she turned to me and said, 'Couldn't I offer you a drink or something?'
"'Sure. I'd love to,' I told her, 'but I don't want to interfere with any plans you might have for the afternoon.'
" 'Oh, I don't have anything planned,' she said. 'I could use the company. And you've been so nice to me, that's the least I could do.'
"So I parked the car and followed her into a neat little apartment. I sat on the couch and watched her sexy stride as she went to fix me a drink, and she came back with it and sat next to me, kind of sideways, with one thigh resting flat on the couch, her legs gapped open, with her miniskirt barely shading her silky little pussy. I tried to keep my mind on my drink, but with that furry pussy looking up at me-well, I'm only human.
"I needed that drink; my mouth was so dry I could hardly talk. I took a couple of stiff gulps, then I leaned over toward her and said, 'You're the most appealing girl I've seen in a long time.'
"She kind of giggled with that soft voice of hers, and her eyes were all asparkle. I could tell that she knew what she was doing to me with her legs spread apart like that, and it was obvious that she was loving every minute of it.
"I put my hand on her leg-the one that was crossways on the couch-and said, 'You have the smoothest, softest skin I've ever felt.'
"She just giggled again, and she kept her eyes on me, watching my face and the obvious effort I was having trying to keep from jumping on her and just raping the hell out of her. My hand slipped up her leg, and I started caressing her thigh. 'Gee,' she murmured, 'you have a gentle touch,' and she threw her head back and jerked her shoulders as if my caresses were really beginning to do things to her.
"I put down my drink then-that could wait-and, without taking my hand off her thigh, leaned over her and kissed her on the nose. I pulled back about an inch from it and whispered, 'I'm sorry. You're so beautiful, I just couldn't resist.'
" 'If it's too much for you, don't fight it,' she murmured, throwing her arms around my neck, and I leaned in and kissed her madly on the mouth.
"God, what a sexy mouth she had. So many girls have mouths that are kind of flat and prim looking. You have the feeling that they don't really enjoy sex, or even life. But not Trixie; just looking at that full, soft mouth of hers made you think of a big, soft bed with pink sheets and her gorgeous body lying there, almost begging to be fucked. And the way she kissed made my lips tingle. She flicked that nasty little tongue of hers back and forth across my lips, and it kept jabbing at them, and then darting away. I tried to follow it with my tongue, but she always managed to slip away and then flicked tantalizingly at another part of my mouth. I pushed my tongue between her lips and jabbed at her tongue and swabbed at the roof of her mouth. What a sweet-tasting mouth! No cigarette taste or the dull taste of liquor-just the wonderful taste of fresh young girl.
"Even then, with my tongue practically filling her sweet mouth, her tongue couldn't stay still. It wiggled and darted around as much as it could, tickling the underside of my tongue, as if she was so excited she just couldn't keep it still. My one hand was behind her neck, playing in that long, silky, black hair, and the other hand was feeling around at her thigh, getting closer and closer to her pussy, and it finally touched her pussy hair. It hit me almost like an electric shock. My whole body jerked, that's how turned on I was. And I began to run my fingers through that soft, curly pubic hair, feeling the puffy, soft lips of her pussy in all that silky hair. I pulled my mouth away from hers and let out a gasp. Everything I was doing felt so damned good.
"She pulled away then and said, 'Let's go in the bedroom.'
"I was all for it; I needed that break, otherwise I'd have shot off in my pants. I was that excited. I started to undress and left a trail of clothes from the couch all the way to the bedroom. By the time we got to the bed, we were both stark naked. There was a lamp next to her bed, and she turned that on since the drapes were closed over the windows. And then she lay back. Her body seemed to glow in the soft, rosy glow from the lamp. It lay there on those pink sheets, and it seemed to be pleading for love and satisfaction from every pore. And I wasn't about to resist a plea like that.
"I stood there at the end of the bed with my prick standing straight out, aiming right at her pussy. Trixie lay back and smiled at me invitingly as I crawled up on the bed on top of her. She was so luscious, I didn't know which part of her to touch first. I lay on top of her, feeling her perky tits jammed against my chest, and my prick lay flat on her belly. God, her body was burning up. She was seething with lust. She grabbed my head and pulled my mouth toward her open lips and seemed to be trying to suck my lips all the way into her mouth. Then I pulled away and began to suck on one of her tits while I pinched and kneaded the other; she threw her head back and rolled from side to side with passion.
"Then I sat up with my knees in her armpits and aimed my prick at her mouth. She lunged for it and swallowed it down like she was starving and it was the best thing she'd ever tasted. It was wild to feel her tits jabbing into my ass while she sucked and gobbled on my prick. She started playing with my balls, handling them like they were some rare objects that needed the greatest delicacy of touch. At that point, I got so hot I just couldn't hold back any longer. I lurched forward and jammed my prick down her throat and let go with a flood of juice that just kept on spurting in one convulsive jerk after another. She gobbled it down like a cat licking up cream. But that didn't finish me-not by a long shot. Usually, when I fuck Carol, after I shoot off, all I want to do is climb off and fall asleep, but not with Trixie. She had me so worked up I felt I could keep going like that for another three or four more hours. Besides, I hadn't even gotten my finger in her pussy yet, let alone my prick or my tongue.
"When she'd sucked me dry, I pulled out, and my prick was still almost hard. Usually, after I come, it gets limp and it takes a lot of work to get it hard again, but not with Trixie. The whole scene had me so turned on, I knew it would be only a matter of a short time before I would be ready to go again.
"I rolled off and lay down next to her and couldn't keep my hands off her plump little titties. Then I got up on my knees and turned around so she could play with my prick, and she started licking my balls while she caressed my prick. I licked down her belly and began to lick that silky hair on her mound of Venus, like a cat licking its fur. But I knew that wasn't going to be enough, and I reached down and worked my shoulders in between her thighs, and I lifted them up so I could pin them back with my arms. Her whole pussy area was exposed to me then, and I plunged down and began to suck and lick it all over. As soon as my tongue hit her tiny clit, she began to shudder and moan, and I kept licking and nipping at her clit relentlessly until she was quivering all over and almost screaming with pleasure. I don't know how many times she came while I was doing that, but when I finally jabbed my tongue into her pussy, it was sopping wet, and I buried my whole face in her pussy and lapped up those juices and tongue-fucked her till I thought we'd both go out of our minds. I could feel her teeth nipping at the head of my prick, and the needle-like jabs really got me excited.
"I quit suddenly, and pulled my prick out of her mouth. I had a full hard on again, and I just had to shove it into her pussy. The whole maneuver of turning around went so smoothly and happened so quickly that it was as if we had merely stopped to take a breath, and I could feel the head of my prick pressing against her pussy. Her pussy was so hot and wet that it was all I could do to keep myself from shooting off right then and there. But I forced myself to calm down a little, and I then plunged it in. It just went in easy and natural with no need to guide it, and suddenly I could feel that hot little pussy of hers gripping my prick from all sides. Nothing in this world can ever replace that feeling.
"I kind of fell down on top of her, not letting my full weight rest on her, but just sort of relaxing against her. The only part of me that was still tense and rigid was my prick, which throbbed and pulsated inside that hot, tight pussy. I couldn't take much more of that; it was almost painful not to move my prick back and forth, and I had to do it. I began a slow push-pull, feeling that slippery little pouch rubbing and caressing every inch of my prick. It was maddening; I began clawing at her tits, then drew one of her hard little nipples into my mouth and started sucking and chewing on it, while my fingers clenched and unclenched on the other.
"And then my pelvic motions went out of control, and I lunged in and out, pounding the head of my prick back as far as it would go inside that hot, quivering pussy. I could feel my climax building, and I couldn't have stopped even if they'd dropped the A-bomb right on top of us. I plunged and ground and lunged for all I was worth, and then I thrust my prick forward till I could feel her warm flesh enveloping the head. I shot off, but her flesh was pressed hard against my hole and there was no place for my wild come juice to come out. I think I screamed with the agony and pleasure that was in that orgasm. It was frantic. I finally jerked back and flooded her pussy with my warm juice. I just kept right on fucking, without any semblance of rhythm left, just plunging and gasping and writhing erratically, and moaning at every little titillation of frenzied pleasure.
"When I finally calmed down and came to my senses again, I was still lying on top of Trixie with my prick still inside her, but I had my full weight on her this time. I just hadn't the strength to hold myself off her. But now I rolled off and lay next to her, holding her in my arms, feeling the warmth of her body, the softness of her skin, the pleasure of her closeness. And that's the way I fell asleep.
"Well, that's one of my favorite fantasies. Of course, I always hope that someday I'll run across some girl more or less like Trixie, but I don't think I ever will. When I was younger, I used to think that there was a possibility-and I suppose that there is always some chance-but I don't really count on it. I guess everybody has some ideas about his dream girl, and maybe a few of the more fortunate ones find her, but most of us just hold our dream to ourselves and make the best of what we can get."
Once again, it is seen where a family environment has contributed to the practice of fantasy. In this case, the subject Arnold is not able to continue a satisfactory sexual relationship with his wife. He obviously has an active sex drive even at the age of 51, which drive is left unsatisfied more often than not in his home.
The constraints of circumstance, time and social requirements set limits to the expression of inclination and interest. "It is in the realm of fantasy," says Robert W. White in his The Abnormal Personality, "that we can observe the balancing operations that help maintain the integration of personality in spite of these necessary limitations." He continues by saying:
It is also in the realm of fantasy that we find constant preparation for the future, the incubation of images and ideas on their way to become conscious plans. In a very real sense fantasy is the staging area for future operations.
For the most part, fantasy is prompted by unrelieved tensions of one kind or another. Its theme is the minor frustrations of the day and the major frustrations of the person's life as a whole. In so far as the fantasy merely wishes things around into a more pleasing shape, it might be regarded as a cheap substitute for actual achievement. Even though cheap, however, it is a substitute. Arnold is substituting the fantasy of sexual intercourse with young girls for the sexual intercourse with his wife.
The fantasy for Arnold helped him get used to the frustration of not having a satisfactory sexual relationship with his wife, while at the same time presented images of a more hopeful state of affairs for his future. Fantasies can be seen as a kind of balancing activity for the subject in which existing frustrations are made less painful and burdensome.
As long as Arnold recognizes his fantasies as such, there might never occur the possibility of schizophrenia. It appears he has no problem with his fantasies becoming reality to him. It is interesting to note, however, that Arnold has developed only two main fantasies, fantasies which he is able to summon at will, with each fantasy having a central character firmly defined in Arnold's imagination.
The subject is at an age (51) where some men find they have the tendency to seek younger companions, either men or women, or both. It appears Arnold is trying to relate to much younger women in an attempt to remain youthful, especially in the sexual aspect of human activity. However, as he says in his narration, he is unable to find these young girls with whom he may have sexual congress. It could possibly be that his moral instincts concerning fidelity to his wife are restraining him from seeking actual sexual relations with outside women.
He becomes frustrated for he believes these younger girls will look upon him as a "dirty old man," as he says himself. But in his fantasies, he is able to obtain both wishes. He finds companionship in younger girls, and is able to satisfy his sexual urges.
Arnold has used erotic pictures and books to stimulate his fantasies, but he seems to be able to control their usage to a certain extent. As he says, " ... I'd much rather close my eyes and let my own fantasies take over."
"I've told you about Trixie-I could go on and on with the many variations, but they're all more or less like what I've described. Even so, there are times when I'm just not in the mood for Trixie; maybe it's hard to believe, but I suspect that it is possible to have too much of a good thing, and besides men almost always prefer a little variety in their lovemaking-a variety of activities, as well as a certain amount of variety in their partners. It's a great spur to your physical drives to have a surprise now and then. And so I keep Sally in reserve; of course, once in a great while, I start from scratch and imagine an entirely new and different girl for a one-time quickie, so to speak. And that can be fun, too, but usually when I'm not in the mood for Trixie, I'm very much in the mood for Sally.
"Sally is not quite as young as Trixie, she's about 22-which is still young enough for my tastes. She's hardly an old woman, but she's not much like Trixie in looks. Where Trixie is built for comfort, Sally is built more for speed. She's very slender-not really skinny; she has plenty of meat on her bones, but she's not nearly as round and full-blown as Trixie. Also, she's a blonde, and her hair is fairly short-not real short, but it doesn't quite reach her shoulders. She has blue eyes and a full mouththat's important to me-and she has smaller titties than Trixie, but they're still plenty big enough. I mean that if she were to turn around suddenly, she could still poke your eye out with one of them.
"Sally is based on a real girl I saw one day.
I was leaving work one afternoon, rushing so I could get home and change clothes, since Carol and I had been invited out to dinner, and I knew Carol would be furious if I got home late. I walked out the door to go to my car in the lot across the street, when I see this beautiful hunk of femininity strutting by. She was dressed in a white dress which came to about the middle of her thighs, and she looked just about the way I've described Sally. Our eyes met as she passed, and they had the look in them of a girl who was ready. I stopped and watched her strut down the street, her ass gyrating in a way that you couldn't take your eyes off it. She went about thirty feet, paused, then casually turned around and stared at me. I looked across the street at my car and then looked back at her. Duty or desire? That's a hell of a decision to have to make. No matter which you choose, you kick yourself afterwards for not having made the other choice.
"I hesitated too long; she turned back and went on her way, and duty won out. I don't remember the dinner at all, but I've never forgotten that moment or that girl. That was maybe ten years ago, and shortly after that, I invented Sally. In real life, duty won out, but in my fantasies, nothing ever stands in the way of my desires. I usually start from that moment, with Sally about thirty feet away, turning to look back at me. Of course, in my fantasy, Carol has called and told me she won't be home until late. Something or other came up and she had to go out somewhere and won't be back until around midnight. So I don't have the problem of making the decision between Sally and duty.
"I walk toward Sally, and she stands waiting.
" 'Hi,' I say. 'My car is just across the street. Could I give you a lift?'
" 'I'd really appreciate that,' she replies. Her voice is one of those smooth, velvety ones that oozes sensuality.
"Anyway, I drive the car around and she hops in. 'Where to?' I ask, and she gives me her address. We introduce ourselves, and she tells me that she has seen me coming out of work many times before, watching from up the street, or passing by in a car. She feels almost as if she's known me for a long time.
" 'I would sure like to get to know you at least as well,' I tell her, and she smiles at me as if she can read my thoughts. We talk about this and that until we get to her place. Then she invites me in for a drink, suggesting that we could maybe get to know each other better. That's the kind of invitation you just don't turn down-especially not in a fantasy.
"She lives with another girl named Betty in a modern two-bedroom apartment. But Betty is out, so we have the place to ourselves. Sally closes the drapes and switches on some soft lights, puts a few records on the phonograph, and fixes us each a drink. She has me sit in a chair, and she sits down on the carpet by my feet. Her soft blonde hair is right at my fingertips, and I start to play with it and caress it. There's something about a girl's hair ... it's hard to say what I mean exactly, but a girl's hair somehow represents the essence of her femininity. When I see a pretty head of hair, I always have the urge to pet it-like you'd pet a cat, maybe-and on those rare occasions when I can give in to my impulse, I always expect the girl to purr. And that's essentially what Sally did when I caressed her soft blonde hair. She didn't purr out loud as a cat does, but I received the same sensation from it. Just by the way she held her head, and by the glow in her face, I could tell it was as much a pleasure to her as to me.
"She was sitting cross-legged at my feet and leaning back against the arm of my chair with my hand running up and down her hair. I could see her thighs, smooth and golden-brown from the sun (really it was leg makeup, but they still looked damned inviting), and I was eager to start petting them in the way I was petting her hair. We had finished our drinks, and I refused a refill-why waste time drinking when there are better things in the offing? Anyway, I bent over her slightly, and then I could see part way into the top of her dress-those mounds jutting out-and I can see the brown edge of one of her nipples. So I continue caressing her hair, but with the other hand, I reach down and begin to flex my fingers in a kind of scratching caress, rubbing around her tits and finally touching the tip of her nipple. She lets out a little moan of pleasure and leans her head farther back and lifts her breasts a little higher so I can reach them more easily.
"I was getting so hot from doing all that that my prick had gotten rock-hard, and I shifted in my seat so I could relieve the pressure of my clothes on it. She saw it then, and she reached over and began to rub it inside of my pants, and within a few minutes, she had unzipped my pants and held it in her hand. To show how much she loved it, she bent down and kissed the head of it. Feeling her hot lips on it, my prick throbbed and jumped, and she held it tight in her hand as if it would get away from her if she didn't.
"Then I reached down and began to hoist up her dress, raising it up over that round, sexy ass of hers, and pulling it on up until it rested on her tits. She raised her arms, and I pulled at it and got it off over her head. She shook her head and let her hair fly around and settle back where the dress had gotten it messed up. All she was wearing then were her brief panties and a pair of loafer-like tennis shoes. I couldn't see her tits because they were buried in the legs of my pants, but her back was smooth and golden-brown, just like her thighs. I began to rub her back and my hands slipped down under her arms and rested on her tits. They were a good handful, and I played with them and pinched and rubbed them; and I thrust my prick up at her face, and she buried her face in my crotch and began to lick and suck on my prick.
"Then she unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants and shorts. She began to lick all around my crotch area, mouthing my balls, and taking long lapping strokes on the sides of my prick. And suddenly she engulfed my whole prick in that hot mouth of hers. I groaned and felt gobs of my come juice spurt out against that rippling throat of hers. She swallowed it greedily and kept sucking and pumping for more, until she'd drained me of every drop. Then she finally let it slip out of her mouth, and I lay back in the chair, panting and gasping for breath. She looked up, smiled lasciviously, but didn't say anything. Then she got up and refilled our drinks; I needed one at that point.
"Even though I'd just come, I could still feel my prick throbbing and jerking as I watched her walk across the room dressed only in brief panties and flat canvas shoes. Her long tapering legs and her smooth back were enough to drive a man crazy; and when she returned with the drinks, she was even more unnerving, her firm breasts, her flat belly, and just a vague shadow of her pubic hair under her panties. I think half the thrill of making out with a girl is in feasting your eyes on her body. I've run across guys who think there's something disgusting and perverted about looking; they think the only way to fuck is in the dark where you can't see each other's bodies, and they act as if there were something evil and depraved about using your eyes to enhance your pleasure. Well, if that's the way they feel, okay. I'm not going to try to change them. I'm willing to let them live the way they want-but I demand the right to live the way I want, too. There's room for both of us in this world, and I'll be damned if I'll let people like that take over and force a society on me where the only pleasure you can have is looking at twenty-dollar bills or a new Cadillac. Of course, they're nice, too, I don't mean to knock money and big cars-but for sheer pleasure, I'll still take a gorgeous hunk of girl like Sally who isn't ashamed of strutting around in the nude and letting me feast my eyes on every little part of her sexy body.
"Anyway, by the time Sally got back with the drinks, I was all ready to start in all over again. That first orgasm had just been an appetizer. When she handed me my drink, she started to flop down at my feet again, but I set down my drink and made her stand up again till I worked her panties off over her rounded hips and pulled them down so she could step out of them. She took off her shoes, too, and stood there totally nude while I stared at her. Her pubic hair was blonde, just like the hair on her head. I guess she'd dyed it-though I suppose it could have been natural. It doesn't really matter, whether natural or not, it was breathtakingly beautiful and I felt I just wanted to bury my face in it and inhale the sweet feminine fragrances.
"She sensed my desires, for she moved toward me and stood with her legs slightly apart, right between my knees. I bent forward, grabbed her around the ass, and held on to one rounded buttock with each hand while I rubbed my face and nose all over her pubic area.
"I kneeled down at her feet and gave vent to my furious passion to nuzzle her. I could tell she loved it. She held her drink in one hand, having nowhere to put it down, but with the other she grasped the back of my head and held it close to her. I could hear her let out a sort of gasping moan. Then I began licking at her, and she slowly let her legs slip apart so I could work my tongue down between her legs. I was a glutton, slurping and sucking at every inch of her crotch area. Her smell was so sensual, so exhilarating, subtle, light, fresh, the personification of female. If you're going to have a woman, you might as well have all of her, not just the surface, the fringes.
"It was getting too much for her; she sort of staggered and leaned ever, then set down her drink, spilling half of it on the carpet-but neither of us could have stopped at that moment to clean it up. Then she leaned back more, thrusting her pubic area into my face and gyrating, rubbing it all over my face so that my eyes and nose and chin were all wet with her excited juices. My hands were like claws digging into her buttocks, and she had both hands on my head, now, crushing my head into her, as if she wanted to get it as far up into her pussy as she could.
"It was one of those frenzied moments when both of us were in a kind of awkward position, but neither one of us wanted to move or change our position in the slightest, since it would mean losing out on this glorious bit of excitement, and we were too frantically involved with every fiber of our beings. Suddenly she began to shake and quiver and jerk, and I could hear her gasping and panting and kind of sobbing, but I was merciless. I increased my pressure on her clit and ate and gobbled at her pussy till she released her hold on my head and fell back limply in my arms; I couldn't hold her and she toppled backwards onto the carpet. I fell on top of her, my mouth still buried in her pussy.
"At that point, I stopped for a breath, panting and wheezing. She lay still with her eyes closed, still emitting a little moan from time to time. I managed to get out of all of my clothes while catching my breath, then I lay over her and took her mouth in mine and kissed her long and passionately. She returned my kisses and licked her liquid from my lips. By that time, I was so excited, I couldn't wait any longer. I guided my throbbing prick into her pussy and began slowly to grind back and forth. I squeezed and kneaded her tits and jabbed my tongue into her mouth. I was working up to another climax-when the front door opened and in walked her roommate.
"We were all shocked and embarrassed for a moment. I had forgotten all about the fact that she had a roommate. But Sally recovered almost right away and introduced Betty to me about as casually as if we were all sitting around fully dressed.
"Betty was a very pretty girl: full breasts, round hips, full, sexy thighs, and a wonderful head of red hair with very pale, white skin. Her eyes were green and mischievous, and, embarrassed as I was, I couldn't help but feel how attractive she was. She played it very cool as soon as she recovered from her initial surprise. 'Don't let me stop you,' she said. 'Go ahead. I've got several things I have to do in the back.'
"She started to walk toward the bedrooms in the rear of the apartment, but Sally suggested, 'Unless you'd like to join us. ... You wouldn't mind, would you, Arnold?'
"Well, how does a guy say no to such an invitation? Sally and Betty kind of laughed together, and I gathered that they'd been in a menage a trois on previous occasions. That was something new to me, and, what the hell, since it was only a fantasy anyway, I might as well pull out all stops and enjoy it to the hilt, so to speak.
"It took Betty only a few minutes to throw her clothes off and stand before us in the nude. What a contrast she made to Sally, her pale skin so white and fragile looking compared to Sally's golden-brown coloring. Her pubic hair was red, too-not as red as her hair, but much redder than any I'd ever seen or imagined before. It was a turn-on. I reached up and began to stroke it. I had pulled my prick out of Sally as soon as Betty had entered, and now I squatted on the floor with my prick jerking and jumping, still dripping with Sally's pussy juices, and Sally lay full length in front of me, while Betty stood very close to me, her pussy only inches from my mouth. I knew I had to taste this one, too.
"But I kind of hesitated; it had all happened so suddenly. I had been concentrating on getting my rocks off with Sally, when all of a sudden--blam! It was as if someone had poured a jug of ice water on me. But Sally and Betty both seemed to understand my feelings, and Sally reached over and pushed Betty toward me. That's all the encouragement I needed, and I buried my face in her pubic hair, as I'd done with Sally earlier. I didn't waste time with preliminaries with Betty; I was already so hot it wouldn't take much to make me shoot off, so I got right down to the business of sucking her pussy. Her clit was almost twice as big as Sally's, and I licked and nibbled at it, trying to suck it into my mouth, without much success, but the sensations got to her, and she began to come almost right away. I'd never before known a girl who could come that quickly. She didn't quiver and shake nearly as much as Sally had, but she did kind of tremble, and she mouthed little gasps of, 'Oh! Oh!'
"Meanwhile, Sally scooted down between Betty's legs and brought her pussy right up to my prick. I leaned forward and shoved it in and began to rock back and forth on my knees, pushing my face into Betty's pussy and shoving my prick into Sally's pussy. It was a pretty wild scene, and it didn't take me long to build up to an orgasm. But my fucking was kind of a slow, easy motion instead of the pounding and lunging I was used to. It was kind of agonizing drawing that orgasm out of me. It was as if my prick was desensitized so that no matter what I did I could only get a minimum of feeling out of it, and I hung right at the edge of shooting off for what seemed an awful long time before it finally got to be too much. I suddenly began to pound and jerk with all my might. My body was all askew, and I couldn't seem to make it work right, but Sally understood my predicament. She began to gyrate and pound her ass against me, and as I finally felt my juice spurting out, I gasped and choked in Betty's pussy-but I didn't pull my face away; I wanted to feel my tongue jabbing and licking in her pussy, fucking her with my tongue while Sally was fucking my prick. Both Sally and Betty came at the same time, and it was a wild scene-none of us really knowing what we were doing, just all three climaxing at the same time, throwing our bodies around in a frantic effort to heighten the sensation, to prolong it.
"When we finally calmed down, Betty fixed herself a drink while Sally and I drank ours. We all needed to relax for a few minutes. After we'd sat around for a while and recovered our breaths, Betty suggested we retire to the bedroom. I hadn't thought much about it, but Sally and I agreed then that the carpet was a little too hard for the greatest of comfort. We fixed still another drink and kind of staggered to the bed and flopped down on it. I was no more than half through this drink, when I began to casually play with Betty's tits. And she started to fondle my prick-which was pretty limp at this point-and to caress my balls. By the time I'd drained my drink, my prick had begun to get hard again, and Betty's nipples had jutted up hard and hot. I had my big toe in Sally's pussy, wiggling it back and forth and feeling the warmth of her damp pussy on my toe. It was kind of weirdly exciting.
"Then we really started a three-way; Betty began to suck on my prick, while I was sucking on Sally's pussy, and she was sucking on Betty's. It's exciting as hell to see one girl sucking on another girl's pussy. I kept glancing over at Sally's pink tongue flicking away at Betty's pussy, while I was busy doing the same to Sally's, and feeling Betty's hot mouth on my prick and balls. It took me no time at all to get a hard on again, and I could tell by their little gasps and moans that both girls were well on their way to their own climaxes again. I really wanted to sink my prick in Betty's pussy and fill her with my come juice, but I decided that this was probably the best position for all three of us.
"Betty started coming first, as before-she was really a hot one! But Sally wasn't far behind ; her whole body began to shake and writhe while she jabbed her tongue at Betty's clit and sucked at the mouth of her pussy. I had two girls coming continuously for several minutes, while I kept concentrating on the sweet pussy I was sucking and on the exciting sensations Betty's mouth was imparting to my prick. The more she came, the more excited she got; she sucked and gobbled on my prick, and every once in a while, I could feel her teeth nipping me ever so gently-a sort of love bite, which was exciting as hell.
"Finally, Sally lay back exhausted, and I soon stopped licking at her pussy. Betty hadn't stopped sucking my prick for an instant, and when Sally had stopped sucking her, Betty's finger worked down and into her own pussy. She was sucking my prick and finger-fucking herself as fast as she could. I watched for a few minutes, then I pulled her up and began to suck and lick at her nipples. Finally, I pushed her down on her back and climbed on top of her; I nipped at her tits and guided my hard prick into her hot, tight pussy. It was really a struggle to get it in there; she wasn't nearly as big as Sally-and Sally's pussy was tight. But Betty had the pussy of a little girl-almost as if she'd never been fucked before. I had to work it in slowly, pushing it forward a fraction of an inch, then pulling it out a little, and gently pushing a little further in each time, until, finally, after what seemed a long time, I could feel my balls pressing against her ass. It fit tighter than any glove I'd ever worn-and it was so damned hot and moist and soft.
"I just lay there for a few minutes enjoying the hotness and the softness and the tightness. When you get into a pussy like that, you're kind of torn between just lying there and feeling that wonderful sensation and the overwhelming urge to fuck and pound until you get your rocks off. You can't do both, so what I do is lie quiet for a few minutes until the desire to come is just too much for me. Then I begin slowly to push back and forth, increasing the speed and force as I go along, until I'm thrusting and pounding with all my might. The area right above my prick was pounding into her clit, and that brought her to one orgasm after another. Her pussy was a hot, squishy hole by the time I finally shot off. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them as hard as I could, then I opened my mouth wide and planted it on hers. I was sucking and licking at her mouth, and kissing and tongue-fucking her when I finally felt my juice begin to boil up. It was just at that moment that I felt Sally reach up and tickle my balls and ass-hole with a touch like feathers. That almost drove me crazy, and if Betty had suddenly screamed to stop, that I was hurting her, I couldn't have done it. I was completely beyond any help at that point, out of my head with the wild pleasure of it all.
"When my come juice finally exploded into Betty's hot, tight pussy, I was bellowing and snarling with excitement. I slowly drifted back to my senses and lay on my back on the bed while Betty mopped my brow and got a towel and wiped my sweating body and my prick. She sort of gave me a gentle rubdown, which was very soothing, while Sally went and fixed us all another drink and some much-needed sandwiches.
"Well, these are a couple of the fantasies I indulge myself in. Of course, I don't go through with all the ramifications of these fantasies when I'm making it with Carol, but sometimes I imagine that she's really Sally or Betty or Trixie, and she's already sucked my prick and I've already licked her pussy, and the fucking we're doing is only the final step in a long sexual session. But these long, involved fantasies I use between the times I fuck Carol. She doesn't like to make it more than once or twice a week, but I could do it nearly every night. She tells me I'm oversexed and that it isn't 'nice' to have sex that often, but I don't think I'm oversexed. Even if I am, though, sex that often may not be 'nice,' but it sure is fun. And, so, in between the times I get to make it with Carol, I get off by myself and call on my dream girls-and we have a ball."
Arnold has since made, through the help of counseling, a very healthy and relaxed adjustment to living a real existence without the assistance of fantasies. His wife was brought into the counseling sessions, advised of Arnold's problem, and, after several sessions, developed a more aggressive attitude toward her sexual relations with Arnold. Both report a satisfactory sex life so far. If, however, this situation was to revert to its former state, Arnold could possibly return to his "dream girls."