Case History 5

Subject: Jane L. Age: Sixteen

INTERVIEW ONE

The problems that accompany a girl's growth toward sexual maturity are many. Things always become much more complex and trying when, for whatever reason, she is regarded as an object and not a person by the males who begin to express interest in her. This was Janie's problem, and it is what brought her case to my attention.

For her age, Janie had been the most sexually promiscuous and experienced person I had ever worked with. She had turned herself into an object for the use of those young males who wanted to use her for their sexual gratification. Janie had been trying-as I tried to point out to her-to obtain the acceptance and affection she craved from boys by bartering her body for their attentions.

It was with her most recent relationship with a male that I asked her to commence her story. I was not surprised to find that Janie had been, at this time, relating to an older man, and I asked her to explain how the situation had begun.

Well, doctor, it all started when I was called in to the guidance counselor's office because of the way I had been dressing at school. I always like to dress nice. You know, tight slacks or minis, and the kind of tops that really make the fellows sit up and look. Anyway, Mr. Gordon had called me to his office and he said that I had to change the way I was dressing in class. It was funny, too, because Mr. Gordon sure didn't seem to mind the way everything showed on me that afternoon in his office!

"Now Janie," Mr. Gordon said, "you're a very attractive young lady, and, well, I really am just trying to look out for your interests when I tell you that you ought to be less well-less suggestive, in your dress." Mr.

Gordon wasn't such a bad looking guy. I guess he's about thirty-five or so, and he seemed a little nervous when he spoke. Like something else was on his mind.

I was sitting in the chair alongside Mr. Gordon's desk and I really felt out of sight. I mean, I was wearing this short, tight leather mini-skirt-it was practically up to my ass and my blouse couldn't have shown off my breasts better if it had been completely open in front. It was low-cut, and my breasts were bulging out. I wore one of those real sexy bras, 'cause it always made me feel great when the guys looked at me like their eyes were coming out of their heads. And here was Mr. Gorden telling me exactly what I wanted to hear! That I was really showing it off. Well, I knew that that was one sure way to get all the guys you wanted. It was easy. I had a great shape and I knew it. It made every other girl in the school jealous as hell when their boyfriends stared at me or when even the teachers-they're human, too-tried to get a long, hard glance at the way I dressed.

Mr. Gordon looked at my legs while I sat alongside his desk. I had them crossed, and I knew what I was doing to him by the way I let my mini ride up as he watched.

"Mr. Gordon," I said. "I just like to dress up nicely, that's all," I added. "Really," I said.

"Nobody seems to mind."

I saw Mr. Gordon shift in his seat. One hand went behind the desk while he sat there, and he seemed to be adjusting the front of his belt or something. It was funny, because he couldn't hide the fact that he was probably pushing his prick down. I knew that I was making it stand up at attention by the way I was sitting there letting him see me practically popping out of my clothes! It was fun. This was the first time I had ever actually been in a spot like this with a man.

I was feeling weird.

"Janie," Mr. Gordon said. "I really must say that you do dress attractively. And I guess you know it. But, can you imagine what the boys in your classes must be thinking when they see you?" he said to me.

They're thinking they'd like to pump off their hard-ons between my pushed up boobs! I thought. "Oh, no, Mr. Gordon," I answered. "What could they possibly be thinking about me?" I noticed the way he squirmed in his chair again, like his belt was too tight. "You don't think that they don't respect me, do you?" I really enjoyed how I was making this older man turn all sorts of colors. But I knew that he really was thinking something else something of his own, and that he was just trying to screw up enough courage to say it. I half-wondered what it was he was going to try to tell me. But I guess I really knew all along. He was just going to see if he could get into my pants.

"You really are a very special type of girl, Janie," he said to me. "Would you mind closing my office door behind you? I want what I have to tell you to be confidential. Maybe somebody might pass by. Okay?"

So, I got up to close the door behind me. Well, I knew how the shape of my ass showed through that mini when I turned my back on Mr. Gordon. I turned slow, too, so that his mind would let him imagine how I looked when that skirt was off me, and how it must feel to run his hands over those two jutting ass cheeks of mine. Wow! For some reason it really gave me a charge to cock-tease him like that!

When I turned around after closing the door, I tucked my blouse back into my skirt. It didn't need tucking back, but I knew what the gesture would do to make those tits of my stick out more, and it kind of made me high to think of how I was turning on Mr. Gordon by my suggestive actions.

Mr. Gordon was leaning back in his seat when I returned to the chair. His hands were lying in his lap, and he was sitting with his legs wide apart-so that he looked like he was ready to either stand up or sit down.

I couldn't decide whether he was going to stand up or put his head back and rest. He was sitting back a little distance from his desk. I knew he had moved into that position to watch my sexy ass as I shut the office door. I knew also that he probably had a fucking hard-on a foot long sticking down his pants-leg, and that he was aching all over his horny body to let me see it.

I stood up and walked over to him. He couldn't even say anything, I was making him so damn excited the way I slowly stepped right up in front of him! Oh, wow! Then I saw that fucking bulge along the inside of his thigh, up near the crotch of his trousers! Man! Mr. Gordon must have been ready to drop a load since I stepped into that office.

"Janie, you really look great," he said. "That skirt is just so-so, tight-and when I look at you, I think you must be the most beautiful girl in this whole school," Mr. Gordon was saying. His eyes were on the teasing bulges of my upturned tits under that revealing blouse, and he was almost ready to start playing with himself. Well, I sure felt proud! There weren't any girls in that school except me who could get the guidance counselor in the palm of her hands!

I stepped up real close to Mr. Gordon, and then I sat right down, gently, in his lap. Oh, man! He jumped a little, but this was what he had been dreaming about, so he just encircled my shoulders with his arm, and sat up so that cock served as the cushion between the crack of my mini-skirted ass and his lap.

I felt that peter of his stiffen as I sat comfortably right on top of it. He didn't try to hide the fact that every inch of his big, hot prick was almost tearing a hole through his pants. No, Mr. Gordon just let me feel it good. And when I squirmed a little in his lap he grunted a little, and he brought one hand up under my breast.

"You could kill a man with that body of yours, Janie," Mr. Gordon was saying. "You know what you do to me, don't you?" he asked. He was looking at those tits of mine while he spoke. I guess the combination of his words and my tits just turned his balls on, because he reached for my breast to get the biggest feel his hand could manage, and he didn't even think about the fact that we were there in a school office with hundreds of people right outside that door. He was kind of humping a little with me sitting there with my ass on his erect prick, and I knew I was getting his rod ready to fire off a wad of scum the way my gentle movements stimulated him. I kind of rocked back and forth a little, and he said "Janie! You, you little prick taunter! I'm going to shoot off right in my pants if you keep moving like that.

I smiled. "Oh. Mr. Gordon," I said. "Your hand on my breast is just making me lose control! You're turning me on, Mr. Gordon! Oh, Mr. Gordon, it's so hard under my ass!" I had always made the boys come in their pants with my teasing and my taunting. I always knew how to make their pricks stiffen up and shoot off like pistols when I wanted to, but this was really exciting! I mean Mr. Gordon was no young high school kid! And here I was, just a sexy sixteen-year-old that the guys were all after in school, cock-teasing this grown guidance counselor until I could feel him trembling with me there on his lap!

"You hot little cunt!" Mr. Gordon said. "You're making me ... me ... me," and then I felt this horny man kind of rise up a little in his seat, and it felt like that tool was going to rip through his pants, pop open the back of my mini-skirt and jam straight up into my ass! I never felt such a hard fucking rod of love-meat under a guy's pants before in my life! And then Mr. Gordon moaned and turned a little while his hand tightened around my young breast, sending a flush of heat right through me. I could feel the warm, wet gism kind of soak up the back of my mini as it came blasting out of his rock-like cock into his own pants while I sat there, teasing his balls off with my ass in his lap. I guess he must've squirted off a pretty big load, 'cause he was arched up on his toes, leaning back in that chair, trying to make his prick stick into me harder and harder.

"Oh, Mr. Gordon!" I said to him. "You're getting your stuff on the back of my skirt!" That made the last drop of milk shoot out, and then he just kind of relaxed in the chair, breathing slow and heavy, and still holding his hand lightly over my tit.

I giggled a little when he finished, and I stood up, between his spread legs. With one hand I wiped off some of the sticky juice that had gotten on my skirt, and I looked down between Mr. Gordon's legs. Wow! His pants were soaked! I mean his balls must have been churning with a desire to pop off for me since earlier that morning before he actually called me to the office. I wondered for a moment how he'd be able to leave his office that day! Man, if he went home to his wife like that with that creamy shit all spread over the front of his trousers, well, she'd probably kill him! And how could he walk around the school corridors with jazz stains on his pants!

My skirt didn't really get too much of his scum on it. And my mini was leather, so all I did was wipe it off, real neat. I stood there for a moment and I shook my head from side to side while I pointed at his crotch.

"Mr. Gordon," I said. "Look at that! Why look at what you did. And you got a little on me too," I said.

"How can you show those legs off like that," he was moaning. "Look at that skirt of yours! Up to your meaty, hot little ass," he said. "And you have to wear those black nylons just to show off every inch of those thighs! Janie, I've got hot rocks for every inch of you. I feel the urge to blast off scum every time I watch your cock-teasing walk down the corridors or even in the street!" he said.

"Mr. Gordon, you shouldn't talk to me like that," I taunted. Then I stepped closer to him and let myself lean forward-me standing with my thighs pressing against his crotch-and him in his chair, just regaining his strength after emptying his insides out.

Mr. Gordons' hands went to my thighs, and he was caressing them softly, over my nylons. I suppose this started to turn him on again, because I could feel his hands growing more and more intense in their way of feeling and kneading my thighs. I deliberately moved my belly forward and back-suggestively-right there in front of his face, and I could see his pants start to rise between his legs again. Oh, boy, I was going to give' this man a fucking heart attack, I thought! He was going to want to fuck me so bad that his friggin' balls would come off!

"Mr. Gordon," I said. "Now you're starting to get me horny, too. Please stop," I said. It was really beginning to arouse me. I mean the sight of this man coming out of his clothes with lust right there in front of me, and the sight of his spent cream all sticky on the front of him. making a stain almost from the waist of his pants. And I felt him rubbing and kneading my thighs, which really turned me on much more than having him feel up my breast like he had done while I was sitting on his lap.

"I want these legs of yours wrapped around my waist, Janie," he groaned, kneading and feeling with even more intensity. "I want to fuck you so bad, I could ram my prick right through that leather mini, that foxy mini of yours!"

I felt the pussy between my legs start to juice up, when he let one hand travel right up the inside of my skirt and start to fondle my pussy over my lace panties.

"Ooh, Mr. Gordon," I said. I was trying to spread my legs wide, but the tight material of my skirt only let me manage to get them far enough apart so I could make room for that one fucking, hungry, feeling hand of Mr.

Gordons'.

"How many of the guys have gotten you?" Mr. Gordon was saying. "Did they ever get this little teasing pussy for a gang-bang?" he said. "How about your boyfriend? Do you have a steady who's jealous and who always imagines every cock in the school is pumping its load off into his sweetheart's cunt?" He was has hard as a fucking iron bar-and the sight, of that prick of his standing up under his pants while he sat there feeling my pussy and my thigh made me start to groan with delight.

I was practically humping right there in his hands, and he pulled me closer towards him, lustfully kneading and feeling and then kissing every inch of my body under my clothes. Then he started to play with the fastener on the back of my skirt, and I felt it open.

My skirt slid down off my legs real easy, because I was so horny I helped Mr. Gordon get me out of it. I was standing there in my nylons and lace panties, almost naked from the waist down, while Mr. Gordon stood up quickly, and took off his own pants. He dropped his shorts too, and he was there, embracing me, with that pole jutting straight out like a flagpole on a window ledge!

His prick was undulating with his thrusting hip motions against the cool, lacy material of my panties, and I was pulling off my blouse while his hands played madly with my belly, then with my breasts.

I took hold of his cock and let my hand pump it softly like I had done so many times before with fellows I'd dated. Mr. Gordon was moaning with utter delight and joining my hand motions with pumping motions of his own. His prick was stiff and hard as a board, but I knew that he wasn't ready to shoot yet. He wanted what I wanted. To fuck. He was getting me so fucking crazy with his rubbing and feeling, and tit playing, and fondling, that I was just twisting and groaning while he used my body to delight his every lusty desire.

"Oh, you young, hot bitch," he was groaning. "Ooh, you prick taunting little cunt," he said. "My prick has only one desire," he said. "To ram up that sixteen-year-old hole of yours and jack off." he said. "To ram up that sixteen-year-old hole of yours and jack off a wad of milk that will jolt your head off!"

I was hot and ready. We were there in the office and we were naked and hot. I had never gotten this excited with any of the younger fellows I had dated, and I guess I had bitten off more than I could chew, when I let myself start teasing this grown man's prick.

I could feel my inner thighs sliding and rubbing together with the juice from my pussy anointing my hole and getting it ready to receive a hot, long, horny dick. I wanted to get fucked! I wanted to get fucked so bad, and Mr. Gordon knew it. He had probably had a lot of experience before-I think that he's married-and his touches and words just turned me on until I felt my clit swell inside me, hungry for the hard thrusting his cock could give it.

Mr. Gordon was holding me and pulling me back, on top of him.

He sat in that big chair of his, and started to pull me over, right on top of him, so that his prick was sticking straight up in the air, under my ready hole. The chair was big and strong, and it could easily support the two of us, and I was so fucking hot to get laid, that I just slid forward right on top of him, letting that prick of his push right into the entrance of my pussy.

He thrust up, hard, and his arms encircled me and pulled me down. His mouth was sucking hard on one of my erect, horny nipples. "Ooh," I moaned, as I felt that rock-like pole start to go in. "Ooh, please! Please, let me ... let ... me ... have it! Ohh! Shit!" I groaned out loud, as my downward plunge met his sudden, passionate upward hump, and I felt his iron tool go right up my insides!

"Jane!" Mr. Gordon said. "Oh, Janie, Your fucking pussy is the hottest fuckhole in the world!" he moaned as we were pumping hard to the rhythm of our lust. "How does it feel?" he said. "Does it feel as good as the other fellows' pricks? Is it as big as your boyfriend's?" he moaned in ecstasy. "Does your hot little fuckhole feel like it's getting the reaming it needs, you little hole?" he grunted.

I was starting to bounce like a damn bucking bronco. This was the first time I ever had a guy on top of me, and I could feel every inch of his writhing hot dick twisting itself against the walls of my insides! Oh shit! This man's prick was so big it felt like he was going to bust me right open!

"Come on, give me more!" I groaned, and my own wild humping on top of that man's balls must have made his come too anxious to squirt for him to hold back any longer. "Let me have the fucking I need," I groaned with lust. Then we both felt like an explosion of pleasure was resounding all around and through us....

His fucking pecker started to shoot a stream of scum that I could feel right up there in my chest! The first long, hard squirt of juice was like a hot bolt of oil mixing with my insides, and it tore into me as my own pussy's love juice filled the space in my hole that had not been occupied by Mr. Gordon's thrusting cock. "Ooh, I feel it," I groaned in unbearable passion, "I feel ... it ... I feel that fuck!" I moaned.

He had arched up hard, jamming it as far as possible into me, and letting me know that every drop of yearning come was hitting its target right up there inside me. When he finished popping his cream, my pussy felt like it had been fucked by an elephant's tusk. I was absolutely spent, and so was Mr. Gordon. We just lay there, reclining in our position of passion for a long, long moment, until his dick eased softly out of my hole. It was as satisfied as was my young cunt, and every part of me had felt what I had always heard the girls say it felt like with a guy you loved-wonderful! Well, I sure didn't love this older man who had just finished reaming my cunt, but I was satisfied as hell!

I never thought-ever-that fucking could be as good as that. Why, Mr. Gordon had been the first guy-even if he was older than me to make me feel any satisfaction at all in sex. See, I was around, all right, with plenty of they guys at school. It was the only way to be popular-really popular-the way I'd wanted to be. But when I jacked off those fellows or let them get in it was only to keep them interested and with me. Oh, I had the biggest string of cocks following me than any other chick!

Anyway, I never really enjoyed getting fucked. I liked it sometimes, with some of the guys, but never, never did I really love it like when Mr. Gordon got me in that chair and pumped off with me riding on his dick.

Well, that time in Mr. Gordon's office wasn't the last time I saw him. Not by a long shot! He seemed to get the greatest charge out of the way every fucking guy in the school would look at me, and the way every guy seemed to have only one thing on his mind when he looked at me or saw me coming. Not that I didn't ask for it. I sure did! I really got a kick out of making cocks stand up whenever I walked past the fellows in the schoolyard, or in the corridor between classes. And Mr. Gordon said that every girl in the school thought I was the cheapest make they'd seen. Wow! And like this really turned him on! A teaser. That's what Mr. Gordon always called me. A cock-teaser. And he said, once, that if he ever had a daughter like me he'd probably end up by getting her pregnant, she'd drive him so fucking crazy!

Anyway, doctor, the next time I saw Mr. Gordon, he had called me out of my class on Friday afternoon-about ten minutes before we were all going to go home for the weekend. I went to his office, and I remember I felt slightly uncomfortable about the thought of fucking him again there in the school. But I knew it, all right, that I wanted to fuck for that man again. Wow! He made me feel like a grown woman, the way he went wild over my shapely body and then shot off like a fucking fountain inside my hole! I didn't even think about seeing any other fellows after Mr. Gordon got me! I just wanted that piping hot dick of his right up there blasting off in my insides, making me feel like I was going to another world!

When we were alone in his office, Mr. Gordon's pecker started to rise in his trousers, but he just smiled at me and told me to wait there a while with him, until the school was out, so he could leave the building with me and we could go for a drive in his car. Dynamite! That's just the way I wanted it to be this time. A long, hot, sexy fuck where and when" nobody could disturb or bother us! I wanted to make this man's cock come right off his body and explode, if I could! I wanted him to give me another fucking like the fucking he had given my sixteen-year-old body that first time in his office.

About thirty minutes later we left the school together, and got into his car. It was a real big, room car, and when I sat next to him I leaned back against the seat.

"Oh, Janie, don't," he said. "Not yet, or I'll pop my nuts before I even get into you!" I was deliberately torturing him with my suggestive pose. I was wearing the tightest damn sweater I could fit into. And the fact that I wore no bra underneath made Mr. Gordon almost crack his nuts just looking-the way my nipples showed through the material, and the way my boobs bounced easily when the car started to move. Oh, wow! Like, I had this man going really nuts! And, of course, I had my usual mini on. Not the leather on, but it was a short, tight cock-teaser, just the same. And I knew that as its taut, cotton material rode up to my waist and ass, Mr. Gordon's eyes stared on in lust. I had great legs-I knew it-and I let them cross and I showed them off as much as I could without actually wrapping them around Mr. Gordon there in the car while we drove!

When we came to a stop-light a couple of fellows passed by and glanced into the front of the car where I sat. One of them made a sucking gesture with his mouth and his eyes lit up. The other one passed a comment and let his hand just touch his crotch for a moment, while they crossed the street. I felt real excited by that, and when I looked, I saw that Mr. Gordon had an erection like nothing you'd believe! It was awful, because if anybody had looked into the front seat of that car, and seen how he was sitting there, they'd have thought I was out fucking my own father, or something. See, I was too young to be a hooker, and I was in appearance a young little teenager; I was sure too young to be anything but this man's daughter!

Anyhow, we drove out to the suburbs, and then Mr. Gordon took the car off a side road where the only light was the shimmer of a street lamp a few feet away. It was about six in the evening.

When he parked the car he turned to me. "Janie, I want you to give me what that fellow wanted," he said, breathing hard. "I want you to do to me what that mouth of yours was cut out and made to do!"

I laughed teasingly. I knew that he was exciting himself to the point where he would soon be overcome with his own lust, as he had been in the office when I humped off in the chair with him.

"What do you want me to do?" I said. "Do you want my to play with your nuts, like I once did to the captain of the football team?" I asked.

"Janie!" he said. "Uuh, Janie," and he moved in the car seat, placing his hand on the inside of my ripe thigh. His mouth covered my breast under the sweater and I squealed with delight. The sudden flush of lusty pleasure that caught my whole body made me twist closer toward him.

I reached for that steel pipe between Mr. Gordon's legs, and I felt it throbbing with the urge to spit off as I teased it with my fingers and played with the head.

"Suck me," Mr. Gordon said. Let it go into your mouth, Janie." He was leaning over me and I could feel every inch of him tremble, as the thought of doing what he wanted made my fuckhole juice up like it had been flooded.

"You want me to get my lipstick on it," I taunted. "That's what happened once when I piped off a fellow at a party," I said. Mr. Gordon just groaned. "Janie, please," he said. "Please, please put it in your mouth!" He was working as fast as he could to get his pants down, and I felt only one desire: to get that big, luscious prick of Mr. Gordon's into my mouth, and to make him shoot off by sending his pole into spasms of ecstasy with my tongue and my lips.

Before I knew it Mr. Gordon was there in the car seat, on his knees, with his red-hot dick poking into the side of my face. Then he was moaning with pleasure, as I reached up and took his balls in my hands. I smiled at him, and I turned my head, pretending that I wouldn't let him shove it into my mouth. But at the same time I flicked his nuts real easy between my fingers, and he arched back, his cock stiffening, and groaning out with a deep sigh of passionate bliss.

"Ooh, boy, that's some big cock for me!" I teased. He was trying to thrust forward, so that it would enter my mouth. But again I turned my head. I was rubbing my own thighs together as hard as I could in the car seat, feeling my own love-juice oozing around-just lubricating me for a hot, sexy fuck!

"Janie, Janie ... Janie!" Mr. Gordon said, convulsing with lust as I guiding his member straight into my hungry mouth. He just slid forward, reaming me-back and forth-with that rock in my mouth. His undulating, pumping movements became faster, and I let the saliva in my mouth do its job in greasing that mighty prick as it slid forward and backward-riding to the finish line, right there between my sucking lips. His prick hit the roof of my mouth, and my hands played spasmodically with his balls. I was sucking and sucking and getting as hot as I could get! Then I took one hand away from his nuts and started to rub my clit under my panties. My panties were wet with juice, and I was twisting toward a climax myself, as Mr. Gordon let his hot cock slide toward ecstasy in my mouth. Then we came at the moment when my fingers closed around those two love-balls hanging underneath Mr. Gordon's pipe. One hard, long shot of boiling gism slammed against the back of my mouth and was swallowed at the same instant when the second, third and forth jets of burning, salty cream fired their way into my mouth.

I wasn't able to swallow it all, it shot out and reamed up my mouth too quickly. I felt myself gagging, but the pleasure of my own orgasmic juices running inside my pussy walls made me feel only one long shudder of wild pleasure. Mr. Gordon's balls emptied themselves out, and when his dick softened up and slipped from between my lips he fell back in the car-seat, exhausted.

Within twenty minutes he was up again, this time ripping off my clothes and ramming his stud-pole right where it counted! I squealed and groaned under his mad thrusts of passion, and greeted the oncoming plunges of his hips with a humping, wild, sensuous, crazy lust dance of my own. We groaned as we came, and I think Mr. Gorden put a bigger load into my sixteen year old cunt than he had put into my mouth less than half an hour ago!

Oh, please! Doctor, I know it's just terrible!

Janie said at that point,-and then she began sobbing. I can't break free of this thing, and I'm still seeing that man. I know it's wrong, I know it's wrong! I want to change! Please! Help me to change!