Case History 1
Subject: Maria C. Age: Twenty
INTERVIEW ONE
Maria's case was not unusual in the way things had started. Maria's natural endowments of an usually shapely body and a seductive, attractive face had brought about the attentions of almost every male with whom she came in contact. But it was in high school, when Maria was sixteen, that the attentions of her English teacher brought about the turning point that caused her ultimate promiscuity with older men, and her obsessive-compulsive oral sex craving.
In Maria's case, as in almost every instance when deep emotions are involved, it is best for her to tell her own story. This, then, is her story, in her own words, about that initial sexual involvement-a few years before she finally came to me for help.
Well, doctor, I guess I might as well hold nothing back. That would only retard my progress. And I know that I've just got to tell it like it was-really honest-if I'm to beat this damn craving.
Mr. Coopersmith, he was my English teacher, asked me to stay after class one day. It was when we had handed in an essay, so I thought that he wanted to discuss what I had written. I sat in the first row of the class, and I just smiled up at him and nodded. Then, after the class had gone, I reported to his desk.
Well, I guess I knew that Mr. Coopersmith had always thought I was pretty. I always did have a good shape, and I usually didn't do anything to hide it. You know how high school girls are. I was wearing this real short micro-mini skirt, and a sweater that, well, it was kind of tight. The guys in schools always had to make smart cracks about me when I passed by, and I used to think it was kind of funny.
Anyway, Mr. Coopersmith had made a couple of obvious glances at me that day, and when I stood before his desk, he really kind of stared at my legs and thighs. They sort of were on display, I guess. And then he raised his glance and I knew that he was looking at the bulges of my breasts under that sweater.
"Please, Maria, sit down," he said. Then he got up and went over to the classroom door. He shut it, and I thought that he was probably going to say something very critical about my class paper. I felt a little uncomfortable, and I was also feeling a little embarrassed, since my skirt was practically up to my ass, and there was no way to sit so that it didn't seem like I was showing off my legs.
Mr. Coopersmith sat down and he smiled at me. I began to feel a little better, since, well, I guess I always liked him, and he really was a pretty good-looking teacher. I noticed that he seemed to really be taking in my legs. He licked his lips, glanced first at his desk, and then back to me.
Now he made an obvious look at my breasts. I was wearing one of thos push-up bras underneath, and I guess, well, I was asking for guys to look.
"You know Maria, you have a very attractive shape for your age," he said. "Why, I'll bet you could go into modeling if you wanted to."
I was really surprised, practically dumbfounded, when I heard Mr. Coopersmith say this to me. And then-well, doctor then he put his hand on my knee, and kind of leaned forward and smiled at me. He seemed real tense, and I was just, well, I didn't know what to do.
"Sometimes, I think that every boy in this school must want you to be his steady," Mr. Coopersmith said. "And I don't blame them for it." Then Mr. Coopersmith started to move his hand up my thigh. My mini was so short that he practically ran his hand up to my crotch before the tight material of my skirt stopped his hand from moving up. Well, I can't lie. I did feel something-well, I felt good when his hand roamed over my thigh. But I was nervous too, and I just looked at him.
"You think I could be a model?" I asked. I shifted automatically in the seat next to Mr. Coopersmith, and his hand went alongside my thigh. He let his fingers tighten just a little, and I felt like I wanted to move closer to him, and open my legs. But my mini was so damn tight, that I just managed to move slightly.
"Boy, Maria, your body is fantastic," he said, ignoring my question. He was getting hot, doctor. I glanced down and looked at the way he was sitting. He was leaning slightly forward, and it seemed like the front of his pants was going to pop right open! He had some hard-on, doctor!
Well, I guess it was a combination of being kind of nervous and-I'll be honest-excited that made me bite my lower lip a little, and giggle right in his face.
Mr. Coopersmith sat up straight, and leaned back in his chair. I knew he wanted me to see his stiff, hard prick. I knew that he wanted me to know how that cock of his was just busting through his pants, and how he was aching to shove it into me. "You can really tease a man, Maria," he said. His voice was kind of husky and a little shaky. "Do you know how you look in that sweater?"
"Sure," I said. Well, I saw what I was doing to him, and I just felt myself getting kind of horny. So I figured, what not cock-tease him a little more? He already looked like he was going to shoot off his cock in his pants.
Then he stood up, and oh, I couldn't believe it! The front of his pants was sticking out like he had a wooden pole inside! He just stood there in front of me, with that rock-hard prick of his bulging out of the front of his trousers. I sat there and, well, I wanted to reach up and touch it. It just looked so damn strong and hard, and I saw the tip-where the head of his cock was wet on his pants. Shit! I thought, this guy's shooting off his milk without even feeling me up! I lifted my head and looked right into my teacher's face. His prick was alongside my face, and I thought, from his expression, that he was going to pop off his whole load right in his pants.
"You get me crazy, Maria," Mr. Coopersmith said. Then he placed both of his hands behind my head, and kind of pulled my face forward toward his prick. Well, this sort of thing never happened to me before, and I just turned my head a little, as I giggled. I didn't know just what he wanted. Maybe my long black hair made his balls hotter!
I was sitting down, but I let Mr. Coopersmith guide my head over to his prick. I turned my face against the rock-hard bulge in his pants, and I heard him moan, and his body kind of stiffened up and began to tremble a little. Now I was beginning to feel horny. I felt my pussy moisten up, and I wanted to have a pair of hands rubbing and feeling my tits. I felt like I wanted to come right out of my cock-teasing outfit, and let this man shove his prick into my fuck-hole and put a quart of good old hot sperm, you know, his nice sweet cream into me. I turned full toward him, and my hands went up to that prick of his. I began to kiss the head of his cock where it bulged in the front of his pants. Wow! I thought Mr. Coopersmith would blow up, he got so damn hot when I fondled and kissed his prick!
"Please, Maria," he moaned. "Take it out of my pants, baby! Please, take my prick out! Please...."
Well, I was already horny enough to let my own father pop his nuts in my pussy, so I just started to unzip my teacher's pants, and unbuckle his belt. My mini had risen up to my waist, and I was leaning forward against Mr. Coopersmith, letting my fuckhole rub against his leg while he stood next to me.
My tits were practically standing up, I was so fucking hot. I was twisting and grinding against Mr. Coopersmith, and he was twisting his horny body against me. His hands slid down, and he almost made me scream out when he started to play with my tits! Then I slid his pants down. His cock just stood right up and pointed at me. It looked so fucking hard that I thought he could kill me with it if he ever shoved it up my fuck-hole.
"Maria," he groaned. "Please, Maria, please," he said. "Hold it in your hands!"
I took his prick into my hands and I started to play with it. It was hot and hard, and there was some scum starting to come out of the tip. Then Mr. Coopersmith put his hands back behind my head again. He was pulling me forward while he kind of humped against my face. Oh, was I hot! And I realized that I knew what he wanted. He wanted to stick that prick of his into my mouth!
I had heard some of the girls speak about it. And, sure, I was curious about it. But that was all-curious. Once, a guy I dated wanted me to suck him off. He asked me. He said it was great, and he practically begged me to do it. Butt I didn't. I just refused, and I only went so far as to give my date a hand-job and then to let him finger-fuck me. But I had never let any guy shove his hot cock into my mouth and then shoot his come off!
Well, something was different now. Now I was really horny, too, and Mr. Coopersmith's prick was so fucking hard and so much bigger and stronger than that boy's had been. Well, I let the tip of my tongue touch the head of his cock. I tasted a little of his come in my mouth, and that made me hotter. Wow! I started to kiss it. Mr. Coopersmith was moaning and hanging onto my long black hair while my mouth started to play with his prick.
"Put it in your mouth, baby!" Mr. Coopersmith groaned. "Let me empty my balls in your hot fucking mouth!" he said. I could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing with lust in my hand. Then I let my lips encircle his prick. There was plenty of come on the head of his cock, and his prick just slid into my mouth, between my lips. My lipstick was coming off right there on Mr. Coopersmith's peter, I thought.
Mr. Coopersmith just let his hips pump back and forth as his prick slid forward and backward in my mouth. It was so fucking big and hard it almost choked me-but I was so damn hot that I loved it.
"Please baby, please," he moaned. Now I was really doing a job on his rock-hard cock. My fingers were playing with his balls, and' I was licking and sucking and kissing his peter so that I thought he'd jump out of his skin.
Suddenly I reached behind Mr. Coopersmith and put my hands on his ass. I pulled him forward, and that big fucking prick of his went all the way back in my throat. He cried out with lust and pleasure, and I was afraid that somebody else in the school might hear what was going on, and then come into the classroom. Imagine that! Here I am, dressed like the school's little cock-tease queen, sitting in a chair with my sexy micro-mini up to my ass, sucking the shit out of my English teacher!
And I heard even that Mr. Coopersmith was married! I wondered, briefly, whether his wife ever had gotten him as hot as I did, and whether or not she ever sucked off his prick like I was doing now! Or maybe he had a daughter my age? I wonder if she'd ever sucked her daddy. Or maybe ... could she have let him fuck her?
I was groaning too, with Mr. Coopersmith's hot cock in my mouth, and my lips rubbed and sucked teasingly against his pulsating prick while his own moaning told me that he was going to shoot off like a fire-hose!
We were entwined in our lust and our bodies undulated against each other, throbbing and burning for satisfaction. I was pulling Mr. Coopersmith over me, so that every inch of his luscious prick went right into my mouth. He was humping his hips so that his red-hot cock almost came off.
Suddenly I felt my teacher's cock become so fucking hard I thought it had turned to stone! He was sweating and trembling and grunting and moaning, and he just couldn't seem to hold my head tight enough or get his prick deeply enough into my mouth. I felt him go so fucking deep between my lips that I thought I was going to swallow his balls!
Then he shuddered. I heard a deep moan come from Mr. Coopersmith, and I felt a sudden, hard, thick jet of cream shoot into my mouth. As it hit the back of my throat, I thought that I was going to choke on it, and then, another jet shot into my mouth. And another. Then a few more hot, thick squirts of milk fired off into my mouth, and the cream was seeping between my lips, when I felt Mr. Coopersmith's cock begin to soften inside my mouth. His hands were gripping me convulsively when he shot, and I didn't even get a chance to breath, until his pecker got soft and he let it slip out of my mouth. I had swallowed about half of his juices, and I just coughed the rest up, and spit it onto the floor.
I guess it was the fact that his prick had almost choked me, and the new experience of what it was like to suck off a guy, that made me forget all about myself. I had gotten so wrapped up in sucking, that I had lost my initial desire to have Mr. Coopersmith satisfy me.
I sort of came to my senses again, after Mr. Coopersmith had gotten his rocks off in my mouth. I can't pretend. I loved it. I just loved sucking off that big hot man's prick, and I knew that I'd probably have to control myself to keep from letting every guy I dated now from pumping his cream into my mouth.
Mr. Coopersmith seemed awfully worried when we finished. Not about me-I guess he sensed how much I'd loved sucking him-but about, well, after all, we were there in a classroom, not in some hotel or bedroom! I knew that if we were someplace real private, he'd have felt me up until his prick was like a rock again, and then he sure as hell've fucked me like there was no tomorrow. But, well, we sort of had no time. So I got myself together, and Mr. Coopersmith pulled his prick inside his shorts and pulled up and zipped his pants. But I knew this wasn't it. I wanted him again. Sure I wanted him to fuck the belly off me, but more than that ... I just had to let this man shove his prick into my mouth again. I had to suck him! I had to suck him!
Before I left the classroom-it had been the last class, at the end of the day-I wrote down my phone number and just left it in front of Mr. Coopersmith. There was nothing else to explain. It was Friday, and the end of the day. I went home. And that night I finger-fucked myself five times, just thinking about that cock of Mr. Coopersmith's!
My folks had gone away on a short, week-long trip, and I was alone in the house on Saturday. I woke up about ten o'clock and took a shower. All the time I was thinking about only one thing: when the fuck is Mr. Coopersmith going to call? When is that man going to give it to me, again? When am I going to feel that rock-hard cock of his pump more hot cream into my mouth? Oh, I was going crazy just thinking about getting felt up and laid, and about sucking and fucking until every inch of my shapely body was satisfied. I finger-fucked myself while I sat around the house in a baby-doll nightgown. Then I got dressed. I put on one of my other short skirts.
This one wasn't too tight, though. And I put that push-up bra on. It really made me look sexy. I had a real good shape, anyway. But with that damn push-up bra, and then the low-cut blouse over it, I could make the guys come in their pants. But all I really wanted was for Mr. Coopersmith to come again in my mouth.
At noon the phone rang. I jumped up out of the chair I had been sitting in and grabbed the receiver. "Hello!" I said. My voice was anxious, and I guess it came across that way.
"Hello? Maria? Is this you?" said Mr. Coopersmith's voice. But he was almost laughing a little, and I guess he knew it was me.
"Yes, it's me," I said.
"You sound anxious," he said.
"I am," I said. I felt bold. And, well, after what had happened, there was no point in being formal or in pretending any.
"I want to see you today," he said.
At first, when I told him to come over to my house, he said that was crazy. But then, when I explained about my parents being away, he agreed to come over. He'd be over at about three-thirty.
While I waited around the house for him, I felt like I was going to jump out of my skin. Shit, I wanted to get fucked, I thought. I want to feel that man's prick in my hole. I want to suck every drop of come out of his big, stiff, rock-hard cock!
I knew what I wanted, and I knew what Mr. Coopersmith wanted. So then I just said to hell with the clothes I was wearing, and I slipped back into that baby-doll nightie I had slept in. I caught a glimpse, of myself in the mirror. Not bad, I thought. Guess I would always know how to make a man's cock stand straight up!
The doorbell rang about three-fifteen, and I ran to answer it. Mr. Coopersmith was there, and he was carrying a briefcase. "You can say that I came over to help out with your schoolwork." he gestured, "in case anybody saw me here at the door."
I thought that this teacher of mine was pretty smart. Then I wondered if he'd been humping any other of his students. Maybe he'd been fucking his daughter. Or, and I giggled to myself at the thought of it, maybe his daughter's English teacher had been fucking the shit out of her!
When he came in, he looked me over once. I saw the hard-on bulging in the crotch of his pants. Bet he had been thinking about fucking me, too!
"You really know how to make a man want you, Maria," he said. "Wow, you make my balls boil over in that nightgown."
"Like it better than my skirt?" I teased.
"You make me hard as a rock."
"You want me to make it soft?" I taunted. I knew how crazy I was making Mr. Coopersmith by saying these things to him. I could see his pecker standing up stiff and hard under his pants. And as I spoke, it seemed to get harder.
"You know what it means to be a cock-teaser?" he smiled.
"Sure. That's what I'm doing to you. I'm teasing your fucking cock." I said.
Then he came forward and put his hands around my waist. He didn't have to pull me forward for me to feel his thing sticking up into me. It made me horny. Then he let his hands go up, slowly, and press over my nipples, which were sticking up as hard as his prick. The thin filmy black nightie didn't protect my tits at all from the lustful rubbing and feeling of his hands.
"You've got the kind of tits that drive me wild, you little cunt," he said. His voice was husky with passion, and I felt myself responding to him by reaching madly for his prick, and rubbing it in my hands. "Ooh, when you do that to me you make me feel like my prick is going to come off in your hands, Maria!"
Well, I had been horny as a bitch waiting for this man, doctor. And now, while we were feeling and playing with each other I just couldn't control my passion. I started to unbuckle and unzip his pants as fast as I could, and I just pulled them off him, and started to fall down on my knees and kiss that red-hot cock of his. It was so fucking hard-like yesterday-and it was throbbing and pulsating, as I fondled his hot balls, and I let his member slip between my lips into the soft wetness of my warm mouth.
"Oh, Maria," he moaned. "Wait, baby, wait. Let me ran it up your sexy little pussy. Please, doll-please!" he said almost frantically. He knew that if I kept that cock of his in my mouth for long, he'd pop his nuts. And he wanted to empty that hot load of his into my pussy this time.
Well, I couldn't control myself. I was sucking and sucking, and he was going crazy with his cock inside my mouth, rubbing back and forth, in and out, back and forth, while my hot lips and my passionate tongue played havoc with his pecker. I was groaning and twisting and I just couldn't get enough of that grown man's prick down my fucking throat. My mouth was filled with saliva, and my lips dripped from the wild sucking I was doing, and my eyes were closed, and we both began to undulate rhythmically to sucking I was giving him.
"Please, Maria, please, please ... please!" I heard Mr. Coopersmith moaning under his passion. This guy's cock was caught in my mouth and I wouldn't let it go! Wow, he was really throbbing and red and glistening and so fucking hot, that I figured his milk would shoot right through the back of my head when he came! He forgot all about my pussy, and just wanted to stick that hot prick of his further and further down my throat. He had his hands behind my head and he was choking me by pulling me almost right through him!
Then I knew that in a second he'd be shooting his load. He was groaning out loud and twisting madly against me. I felt his balls get so fucking hot they were like burning rocks, and his prick stiffened up like the stump of a redwood tree right in my mouth, and wham! He fired off a jet of milky scum that shot right back and down my throat. Then a few more big fucking blasts of hot cream filled my mouth, and I was swallowing his come down as fast as he shot it. He must've been dreaming about me last night, also, because he pumped off twice the damn load that he had shot off yesterday in the classroom. And, this time when his cock was soft, and when his balls cooled off, there was no scum to cough out on the floor. I had swallowed down every fucking ounce of that big man's load! There was a big thick run on the floor, and when Mr. Coopersmith let his peter slip out of my mouth, he just slumped down on the rug, with a big, satisfied smile on his face.
Just sucking off that man made me come, too, doctor, and the panties of my babydolls were sticky with my own juice.
Mr. Coopersmith was sure a horny guy! Why, he leaned over and started to feel me up about thirty seconds after his cream was spent in my mouth. I was sure surprised! But hell, we were there to fuck, doctor, and I was at least as horny as he was, so my body naturally responded to his lustful feeling. He sucked my tits right through my nightie, and that drove me wild. I threw myself back down on the rug and just moaned.
"Please, fuck me. Please stick that prick into me. Let me have it all-right up my fuck-hole," I said. My long black hair was tossed carelessly back, and my breasts offered themselves up to his greedy, passionate hands. Soon he had ripped my black nightie from my body, and, with his big prick stiffening up again, he tore my panties from my body.
"Oh, I want to stick every inch of my pecker into your sexy, hot, cock-teasing pussy, Maria!" he groaned. "I can't get enough of that soft, sexy, body of yours," he moaned, as his mouth passionately covered every inch of my burning-hot body with his lustful kisses. I almost screamed out loud when he spread my legs apart and began sucking my pussy. I thought that my body had become enveloped in a swirling, swimming mist of pleasure, and his tongue darted madly in and out of my hole, as he toyed with my clit and brought charges of ecstasy through my horny, teenage body.
I came like crazy. I came and I groaned, and I wrapped my legs around Mr. Coopersmith's head. And when every ounce of pussy-juice had been drained from me, I sighed and fell back on the rug, with my legs apart.
Well, Mr. Coopersmith was horny enough to fuck his mother after he had made me come by eating me, so his prick wanted satisfaction, too. He just leaned right over me, and when I felt his pole sticking into the front of my pussy-rubbing into my black pubic hairs-I knew he was going to shoot that hot second load right up my hole.
"Ready again?" I teased. Then I laughed hoarsely, and he plunged uncontrollably forward, jamming that piece of hard meat right into my pussy. I yelled as he shoved it in. It hurt for a moment, and then my hands were on his ass, pulling his whole body down on me, meeting his thrusts of lust, with my own undulations of passion, he must have been hotter than a horny stud, because after a couple of minutes of our humping he grunted like a rooting pig and wow! I felt thick, milky bolts of scum shoot right up my pussy-hole. And I came too. And after he had emptied each drop of come into me, we fell asleep right there on the rug. He didn't even pull his softened member out of my cunt.
Well, doctor, that fucking had been good, of course. But it didn't even compare to the feeling of passion I got when I was sucking. And I awoke before Mr. Coopersmith on that rug and I realized then and there that I just wanted to suck off that man again. I had become a prisoner of that wonderful feeling of having a man's cock in my mouth and feeling him completely under my control, and then feeling him empty his insides into my mouth, after I had driven him crazy with my oral love-play.
When Mr. Coopersmith had awakened, my hand was fondling his pecker. I was looking at it, and remembering what it looked and felt like when it was hot and throbbing and poking into my mouth. Mr. Coopersmith just turned over, and spread his legs, letting me get a look at those balls of his hanging loosely between his legs.
"You want more, don't you, Maria?" he said. "I knew you loved it when I first saw you at the school. Those short skirts, those sexy low cut and see-through blouses, sitting with your skirt up to your ass-I knew what it all meant," he said. And I knew that he was getting hotter with every word he uttered. And he was making me feel like I was the little sex-queen of the town! Hell, I was remembering how all the guys used to say things when I passed in the hall, and I remembered how one guy whistled when I was on my way home from school one day. Want it, baby he had asked? Now I knew what he meant by "wanting it!"
"It's big and hard when you get excited, Mr. Coopersmith. And it feels good when I...." then I hesitated .
He laughed. "When you what, baby?" he said.
"When I do this!" I said suddenly. Then I quickly sprawled over Mr. Coopersmith's body and began to kiss and suck his prick and his balls. I was too quick for him, because both his legs were wide apart, and I had his cock in my mouth before he knew it. In a minute I had him up again, and I was oozing juice from my hole, because this made me so hot I couldn't stand it!
"Ooh, you little cock-sucker!" he groaned. I was really sending him to heaven, because he was pumping like a bastard under my sucking and licking mouth. In and out, in and out, I just kept sucking and sucking, and I was coming like the horniest bitch in the world, and then everything inside Mr. Coopersmith's balls just boiled over and exploded into my mouth. He popped another load right where I wanted it.
Well, that's how it started-this crazy obsession I've got with sucking off men. There's been plenty since my English teacher. Can you help me, doctor? I just don't know how I can handle this problem.