Case History 6
SUBJECT; Laurie A. AGE; Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
When Laurie first came into my office I correctly identified her as a "California Golden Girl". Her long and fluffy brown hair was streaked with golden and silver highlights.
She was extremely slender, and all of her skin was very taut and well-tanned. She had very pointy breasts. Since she was wearing a very tight tank top with no bra it was plain to see that her erect nipples and her breasts were very firm indeed.
All of her clothes were tight and emphasized her well exercised body. She was just on the verge of maturing into a very stunning woman.
I don't know where to begin, Doctor. I don't know if I can honestly say that I enjoy sex when I'm with a boy. I mean, at first the feeling is nice of having that rubbing against the very tender walls of my vagina, but then it gets so damn boring for me.
What is a girl supposed to think about while she lies there, or kneels or bends over or whatever other position she tries?
My mind wanders all the time. I find that I don't even think of the boy that I'm with, except of course to cast him in different parts. Most guys think that I'm being romantic when I close my eyes during sex, but the truth of the matter is that I'm just blocking them out and blocking out the setting.
I want to be fucked under some sort of exotic conditions.
There is one favorite fantasy of mine and I seem to use it all the time. I fantasize it when I'm getting fucked and I fantasize it when I'm fingerfucking myself at night.
The first time I ever thought of this fantasy was when I was with a guy named Chris. Chris was a real hunk of man. He was solidly built and hairy. He was already in his twenties and my folks would have killed me if they had known that I was seeing someone that old.
But Chris never had to come to my house, so my folks never knew about him. He was just one of the beach bums up around Malibu where I used to hang out.
I happen to be very into surfing. Chris, by the way, is an excellent surfer.
We had known each other for a little while when he suggested that he could drive me up to a really special beach. He explained that all of the beaches up along the coast were along the indentation of land that was known as the Los Angeles Basin. If you drove far enough north you would be past the basin and you would be getting waves from the real Pacific Ocean.
I may have some of the geography wrong. Geography was never my strong subjects in school.
So we got into this little car that he had and we drove up to an area around Zuma beach. When I saw the water that was hitting the beach I knew that Chris was right. It was a much brighter blue than the water further south.
I wanted to jump into the ocean right there, but Chris told me we had to walk further. We kept going from one beach to another. I didn't understand why they didn't have a parking lot any closer to this beach that Chris wanted to show me, but apparently they didn't.
Each beach we passed was less and less occupied, although I did see a lot more people coming and going toward some further point.
Finally we came to what appeared to be the very last beach. Beyond it was a rugged bluff of rocks.
When Chris began to climb up the rocks, I absolutely refused to go one step further. This seemed ridiculous. After all, I was brought up in California. I don't think I had ever walked so much in my life.
"The beach is right over these rocks," he insisted.
"Well, have a good time," I said, "I'll hitch a ride back to Malibu."
I was so pissed at him that he had to talk to me for ten minutes before I would agree to climb over the rocks with him. When I finally agreed to it, it was only because he promised to drive me back to Malibu if I wanted to leave this beach after five minutes.
He practically carried me up the rocks. I climbed up and up. When I reached the top I saw that I had to climb down the other side in order to get to the beach. When I stopped to look at the beach the first thing that surprised me weas the number of people that were there.
This whole crowd had trekked across that expanse of empty beach to get to this furthest one of all. It took me a moment before I focused my eyes and realized that almost everyone on this beach was stark naked.
I had seen cocks before. It had been a little while since I had lost my virginity. But I had never seen so many cocks all so beautifully displayed. Boys ran back and forth along the shore. They played football and they tossed frisbees. I watched as a completely tanned, trim boy jumped up to catch a frisbee. I was watching as his cock swung up in the air.
There were multitudes of beautiful girls. All of them had gorgeous boobs that were toasted in the sun. Most of them even exposed their snatches and they had no tan lines at all.
When Chris and I settled in among the others, he slid his swim trunks down his strong, hairy legs. I stared at his long and thick penis. A girl really knew exactly what she was getting when she went to this beach.
"Come on," Chris said, "don't be chicken."
I was always proud of my tits. They happen to be very large for my age and they are beautifully formed and have lovely, delicately rosy nipples at the end. But in this instance I was embarrassed to have people see that my breasts were so white compared to the rest of me. I knew that that would tag me as one of the people who wore a bathing suit.
Chris wrestled me on the beach and he began tickling me. Nobody seemed to care that our wrestling was getting very sexual. His cock was obviously growing, and I was getting some jealous looks from nearby naked girls.
I figured that I had to compete with them m their own ground, so I stripped down completely. Chris lay on his stomach now since he had a huge erection that he was trying to hide.
I saw that some other boys nearby were licking their lips as they looked at me. I loved to be admired, so this beach was a real find for me.
"What the heck is this?" I asked him.
"This is Pirate's Cove. In olden times it was a place where pirates came to hide, because it was so isolated."
"And now?"
"Now, it's part of Zuma Beach. Legally it's a state beach and it is illegal to be nude, but since the only entrance to the beach is over those rocks," he said as he pointed the rocks we had just trudged over, "it really isn't too feasible for the police to raid the beach for nudity or drugs or beer or anything else that goes on here."
"Well, no one here seems to mind it," I said.
"The only people who can get to this nude beach are people who specifically set out to get here. There is no innocent little ten year old who is going to wander accidentally into all this naked flesh."
I nodded my head. I could certainly see Chris's point. People in the state who were opposed to nude beaches were usually the same people who sat in their stuffy parlors with all their clothes on anyway. It certainly didn't seem harmful to anyone to have this nude beach here.
Anyhow, who would want a nude beach where there are children around? Not only am I not interested in corrupting children, but I also would resent having them ogle my boobs like I was a freak show.
I told all of this to Chris and he told me that I was now an official nude beach person.
His cock had calmed down enough for him to stand up and take me on a tour of the rest of the beach.
Actually, you can see the entire beach from the high point of the rocks that overlook the beach. The only thing to tour are the people. My cunt was aching as I looked at every hunky guy, and I could see Chris's cock jerk to life as he eyed every set of naked tits.
When we had walked the full length of the beach we were at another wall of rock. He told me that I should climb up with him and he would show me the area beyond the beach.
We slowly walked over the treacherous rocks. Occasionally there would be other people who had been walking along. We passed a group of naked teenaged boys who looked at us jealously. We passed two beautiful naked girls who were walking back in the other direction and holding a very serious conversation.
We passed two lovers who were obviously making out when we had interrupted them. After that, we turned another corner of rocks and were in a very secluded area.
I looked down and quickly saw that Chris's cock was hard as iron. I fell to my knees and began to suck and lick at his cock head. I took my lips from his cock and he brought his fist along the shaft to beat it off.
My mouth found his heavy hanging balls and I took one of them between my lips. I ran my tongue around his ball and then I pressed it against the roof of my mouth.
Even over the pounding of the ocean waves, I could hear Chris moaning. I took his other ball in my mouth. My teeth began nipping at the delicate flesh that surrounded the hard testicle. His hands moved to my head. I knew that I had him too turned on and horny for his own good.
Chris laid me on my back. I felt the chill of a mossy tide pool beneath me. Each time the water splashed up against the rock, a bit of it would remain in this little indentation in the rock.
The big man gently lowered himself on top of me. I felt his hard and strong, hairy chest press down my beautifully pointed tits. His tongue pressed against my lips and I opened my mouth to admit him.
His tongue entered my mouth and began to wrestle together with my tongue. My tongue pushed hard against his, but it was clear that his was the stronger. Finally, he pulled his tongue back and permitted my tongue to enter his mouth.
Then, he reached down between my legs and began to play with the tender flesh on my pussy lips. I reached down and gently stroked his cock.
Our two tongues were joined in a mutual moan. The sound vibrated from one mouth to the other, so that we really could not even determine which one of us was moaning with delight.
I placed the head of his cock at the lips of my hot vagina.
He did the rest. He lifted his strong hips and then he thrust them forward, sliding his cock head in, and separating my cunt lips as he did so.
I lifted my ass out of the tide pool as best I could. He kept slipping his meat into me a little at a time, and our tongues kept mingling in our two mouths.
Finally I felt his balls resting against the soft flesh between my thighs. He relaxed his body and rested it firmly on me. I knew that he was getting ready to begin to fuck me.
I looked up at that handsome, dark face that was above me. I wrapped my arms around his strong and muscular back. I listened to the sound of the waves.
Chris whispered, "I'm gonna fuck your pussy," so softly that I only heard it by reading his lips. Then he brought his mouth down hard against my mouth.
He could not hear me whispering to myself. He did not know that my mind was already traveling off to a distant place.
My fantasy began on a small raft. There had been a shipwreck and the few survivors were on this raft. It was dark night and the waves were blowing up all around us. As I looked around at the half-dozen frightened faces I was aware that I was the only woman on the raft. The rest of the survivors were all sailors from the ship.
Somehow we land on a beach. I am glad then to be with all of these sailors since I am frightened of the dangers that this deserted island may hide. The crew members know how to set up a makeshift shelter and begin to search for food.
Within a few hours of our landing on the beach, we are all huddling around a fire, eating bananas and coconuts. My clothes are still wet.
I have ignored the fact that a lot of the men have stripped off parts of their soaking clothing. All of the men are shirtless, revealing well-muscled chests in all different colors. Some of the men have stripped off their pants. None of them wear the jockey shorts that my boyfriends all wear. They are rough seamen and they either wear boxer shorts or long white underwear with button flies.
"You oughta get outa them wet duds, Miss," One of the sailors says.
I look at him. It is Chris and he is wearing a pair of boxer shorts. Perhaps it is actually his blue surfing trunks. The rest of his body is bare. I can see the massive chest with the thick hair and the powerful legs. I am also painfully aware of the huge erection that is sticking up in his shorts.
"I'll be all right," I answer softly.
"If you go and get a cold, there ain't nobody here can care for you." He snickered.
"Maybe we oughta help her outa her clothes!" A youthful sailor calls out.
The rest of the group begins laughing. It is a relief to have been saved from the storm, but there is still tension at what might be only my fantasy. I am once again a virgin. I remember the fear that I felt when I first got my cherry popped. I pull back from the men.
A bunch of the shipwrecked sailors pounce on me and begin to pull at my clothes and feel my flesh.
Chris raises a hand and stops them. "That ain't the way, mates."
The other men keep holding me down as Chris reasons with me. "All of us are shipwrecked here," Chris begins. "No telling how long we'll be stuck here. There are certain things that we need. We need food and shelter and something to do with our cocks."
He takes a long pause while he lets that sink in. "You're stuck on this island like the rest of us. Only one difference. We know how to survive and you don't."
This is when I begin to cry. Chris does not react to my tears, he just proceeds with his explanation, "We can leave you to die, unless you serve us!"
INTERVIEW TWO
Laurie called me and asked if she could move her next appointment up a few days. Fortunately I had an opening so I was able to see her that same day.
You don't know what it feels like, Doctor, to reveal all of this finally. I couldn't bear to wait for our second appointment, because now that I began to tell you about my fantasy I just wanted it all to pour out.
The last time I spoke to you, we had gotten as far as the beach after the shipwreck. This was the fantasy that I was experiencing while Chris was fucking me on the deserted part of the nude beach.
In my fantasy, Chris made me do a striptease for the shipwrecked sailors. I peel away my clothes. Some of the men clap out a rhythm for me to strip to. Most all of the men keep feeling at their swelling cocks. They are beginning to pull their hard cocks out of their pants and shorts.
Everyone sitting around me has a rock hard penis, and they are all stroking themselves in the light of the campfire.
I am dancing in my panties. My beautifully pointed breasts are casting strange shadows across my white flesh as I move around in the firelight. I am afraid to pull down my panties. Remember that I am a virgin in this fantasy. I know that when I take down my panties it will be all over.
The men begin shouting demands that I peel off the last bit of clothes from my body. I turn my back and pull down my underwear. There are hoots and howls. Then the men stand up and fling me around.
I feel a hard cock hit against the naked flesh of my leg. I shout out, but I know that I am on a desert island. I know that there is no hope that anyone will hear me call out.
Chris orders the men to stop their attack on me.
"We have to teach this girl to be a good servant for us!" He announces. The men all follow his command for some reason. He wants to have a meeting to discuss the things that they will need on the island. Despite the fact that I am naked and all of the men have their swollen cocks hanging out, they all sit in a circle to hold their meeting.
Almost as an afterthought, Chris orders me into the center of the circle. I am to kneel before him. I see that he is pulling his shorts down and revealing his stiff cock.
He takes my head in his rough hands and he puts my mouth to the head of his cock.
Finally I protest. I say, "No, I refuse to do such a thing."
His voice is very calm and even as he says, "If you do not serve us we have no use for you. I can leave you alone on this island to starve." He paused and then he said, "Suck on that hard cock!"
I took the wide cock head in my mouth and felt like I was already going to gag. He pushed on the back of my head and suddenly I had the whole length of his hard meat in my throat.
I pulled back and realized that he was not paying any attention to me. He was holding his meeting with the other men in the circle. I could feel all the other men looking at my naked body as I sucked on Chris's huge dick.
There was no choice for me. I was completely at the mercy of the men on this island. I forced myself to plunge downward on his cock. I began to move my mouth up and down on his cock in a fucking motion.
He just sat there with his legs crossed, while I did all the work. Up and down my mouth went. I could feel the vibration of his talking as I sucked on his hard penis.
Then, he suddenly stopped talking. All of the other men stopped talking. I knew that they were all watching me. Chris's huge hand shoved at the back of my head and pushed me all the way down on his hard meat.
I felt his big, heavy balls press against my chin. I felt his pubic hair going up my nostrils. The base of his cock gave a powerful heave and soon I felt a spurt of cum hit the back of my throat.
Although I tried to struggle and keep from swallowing his hot load of gism, his hand was strong and my face was fully impaled on his stiff fuck-rod.
"You've gotta learn that you don't waste a drop of that delicious cock juice," Chris snarled as his dick pumped on and on into my servile mouth.
When he finally stopped cumming, he pulled my face off of his cock and then he pushed me to the left. When I looked up I saw that a handsome young man sitting next to Chris was holding his enormous prick in his hand.
Nobody had to tell me what to do. I knew that I was expected to suck on that next man's cock. When he had shot his load down my delicate mouth, I turned automatically to the left and began to suck the cock of the next shipwrecked sailor in the circle.
I went around the six men in the circle. When I had sucked and swallowed all of the cum out of the six cocks, I returned to Chris.
He smiled and said, "You've done well. You shall be a good servant for us to have on this island. You will be expected to take care of all of our cocks every day."
Then I was back on the California beach and Chris was there on top of me pumping his hard dick into my pussy slit. I had thrown my long legs around his hairy back and he was slamming his meat into me fast and hard.
I felt his cock grow larger and then I felt the splash of warming cum shoot into my hot pussy slit. The walls of my vagina pressed tight around his hard meat. I was cumming. My pussy juice was lubricating his last orgasmic thrusts.
It was a fabulous, clinging, messy cum. Chris thought that it was all because of him. That was partly true. But it was also because I was a defenseless slave on a deserted island. It was also because he had made me serve his cock and the cocks of all of the other sailors who were shipwrecked with us.
Chris had never guessed that I had been dreaming of all of those other things while he was fucking me.
We climbed over the rocks carefully. The waves had grown much wilder since it was later in the day.
When we got back to the beach where all of the naked bodies were still swimming and sunbathing and playing frisbee, Chris and I went into the waves to wash the after-affects of sex off of our bodies.
"Come on," Chris said, "it's time for us to go."
"No!" I whimpered.
He insisted on going and I insisted on staying. I had never been around so much nudity and I was feeling wonderful and sexy. I didn't want the day to end.
In the past I had always been able to manipulate men with my whining and whimpering, but Chris was a little too strong for that. He left. I knew that I could easily find a ride back down toward Malibu, so I didn't worry about being left alone on the beach.
Now I was free to ogle all of the naked cocks. Pirate's Cove was certainly the place to find out that all men were not created equal.
The three teenaged boys who had been walking along the rocks when Chris and I first went out there to have sex, were all sitting on a blanket right next to the rocks. Since I'm such a tease I decided to go out on the rocks. I passed very close to the boys and noticed that all of their cocks were at least slightly rampant.
I climbed up on the rocks and felt three sets of teenaged eyes looking at my exposed pussy slit as I spread my legs. I turned around and looked back at the boys.
Since it was later in the afternoon, I only saw one or two people along the length of the rocks. When I sat down against a rock and began to watch the waves, I soon saw that the three teenagers were following me.
The three of them stood along the narrow ridge of rock. I looked to my left. The rocks went off for a short distance further, but then came to a dead end. I looked to my right. The three teenagers were standing, blocking my way.
I stood up and walked right toward the three boys, though I did not look at them. I was acting very snooty and looking right through them.
"Pardon me," I said, "I'd like to pass."
"What's your hurry?" One of the boys said. As I looked at him I realized that he was blatantly playing with his cock.
I tried to push through the line of boys who were blocking my way. But the three of them pushed me back so that I fell on the rocks and scraped my elbow.
The next thing I knew, there was a big blonde boy on top of me. His cock head was pressing against the lips of my pussy. He thrust in and in one long sliding motion he pushed the entire length of his cock up my hot cunt.
I shouted out. My scream was loud and long, but I knew that no one could hear me over the sound of the waves. All three of the boys fucked my pussy and then they each took another turn and one fucked my pussy while the other two took turns fucking my mouth.
All through the rape I kept calling out, but I knew that there was nobody close enough to hear or to save me. There was no way out.
I had gotten the fantasy that I wanted.
Although I was on the California coast, it was the closest I would find to a deserted island spot. And there was no one who could save me from the inevitable rape in the desolate location.
To be perfectly honest, Doctor, I have returned to that beach at least once a week through the summer. Things don't happen every time I am there, but I will often walk out onto the lonely rocks and invite a secluded sexual encounter in the outdoor location.
I've continued seeing Chris, but I never feel in the mood for sex when we're in his apartment or his car. I always want some outdoor spot where I can imagine that I've been stranded.
How can I deal with this fantasy?