Case History 7
Subject: Sharon J. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Sharon J. is a nymphomaniac. It is an extremely clear case of female insatiability...and she has only realized these desires recently after an incident that to most women would have been a degrading and traumatic experience.
Sharon has been dating an older man...in this case...a college boy of nineteen...for some time. Recently she was taken to a fraternity party and...well... perhaps it would be better if you were told in the subjects own words.
I need it! That's all there is to it...I've been m iss-goo dy-tw o-sh oes fo r ye ars and I been missing a lot. I've been trying to be the good girl and I've been trying to keep a good reputation...and Ihaven't been having any fun.
Well, from now on things are going to be different. I was really raped that first time, but I'm glad it happened. It opened up a whole new world of sex and fun and I don't want to close the doors again. It happened this way.
I've been dating Art for a long time and all that time he'd been a perfect gentleman. He'd tried to come on strong right after we'd started dating one another...but I'd turned him off fast enough...and that had been his last attempt...his last until the frat party.
Art is in college...I'm still in high school... but I like older boys and so that's why I've been so happy to run around with Art. He invited me to a fraternity party last weekend...and that was when it happened. And I'm telling you again...I know I'm repeating myself a lot... but I'm hot all the time now...and I'm gonna get all the dick I can get.
We got to the party about nine and it was already in high gear. There was an ocean of beer...about three kegs in various parts of the room...and punch. Well, I didn't want to drink, so I asked Art for punch, not knowing that it would be spiked to the hilt.
Even when I tasted it, I didn't know it was spiked and Art didn't say a word about it. I drank some and thought it was awfully good...and we were dancing and having a good time and I was thirsty and Art was really good about making sure that my glass was kept full. Too good about it as a matter-of-fact. Before I knew what was happening, I was high as a kite and having the time of my life.
It started then. All around us, things were really getting wild. There were couples necking in every corner...and there were at least two couples who were openly groping one another...that's when Art asked me if I'd like to see his room.
Stupid me...I still had no idea what was in his mind... I was all ready to see his room. We went upstairs, tripping over people here and there. I had a lot of trouble making it because I was so drunk and kept giggling and tripping. But finally, we were there. Art turned on some soft lights and some soft music...and the first thing he did was make me another drink. I really didn't need it...but by that time I was beyond caring.
We drank for a minute...and then, Art was beside me on the bed and he was fumbling around with my tits. Well...I didn't know what to do. Part of my mind was saying...go, go, go. The other part was saying, wheee!! I was really confused...and, of course, you know which part won.
I just sat there...and Art kept coming on. Finally, he had his hand under my sweater...and I was so excited that I could hardly sit still.
"This is it, baby," Art said. "We're gonna make out tonight...and I got a little surprise for you, for making me wait for so long."
I didn't know what he was saying . .and I didn't care. All I knew was that his hand was on my breast, and he was working it up under my bra. "Lean forward," Art said, and I did...spilling my drink in the process. He put his hand up under the back of my sweater and expertly unsnapped my bra. I felt it being pulled off my body by this older boy... and there was nothing in the world I could do to stop him. I was so excited that my hands were shaking. Art knew it too. He could see it.
"You're really ripe, you know that. After tonight, you aren't going to be a tight cunted virgin any longer... you're really gonna love the action."
I felt my sweater being removed...and then I was naked from the waist up and I was looking down as Art moaned and began to suckle at one of my breasts. I cradled his head in my arms...pulling him closer to me...wanting to feed him my breast...wanting him to have the nipple.
That's when the door opened and two of the other boys came in. They didn't say a word...just stood watching the action on the bed and I looked up at them through a fog. Somehow...it seemed inevitable. I had the feeling that this was going to be something I'd been waiting for all my life.
I smiled at the boys while Art sucked away on my tit.
Suddenly, one of them moved. He was a big guy. I knew he was one of the college football types. He moved smoothly, moving behind me and taking my arms in his big hands. I let him. I felt so helpless...I didn't know what he was going to do...I didn't care. Suddenly, I wanted it...I wanted it so bad... I knew I wanted whatever was going to happen.
The football player pulled my arms back and forced me to lie on the bed. I watched in helpless horror as my arms were strapped to the metal frame of the small bed. They used their belts and a couple of ties that were lying on the floor. My arms were tied down...and Art was above me now...on all fours as he sucked at my tits...moving from one side to the other...keeping the nipples wet and gleaming in the soft light.
One of the new boys lit up a joint then. He passed it to the football player who took a long drag...then he passed it down to Art. I watched as my horny date took a long pull of the acrid smoke...and then held the reefer at my lips as one of the other boys came close and instructed me on how to smoke it. He was pulling at his bulging crotch.
We all got high. I was still helplessly tied up as I felt the high hitting my mind...and then I was floating and the three boys were laughing and all was okay.
Then, Art looked down at me. He was on his feet by this time. He grinned and reached down to fondle and stroke my breasts...he pulled his hands back then... and the other boy came forward...the one who had tied my hands. I found out that his name was Jocky...I guess they called him that because he was an athlete or something. Anyway, Jocky was holding something in his hands. He looked at me and grinned. "I've always wanted to do this," he said. "Since I first started jerking my meat I thought about it."
He started squirting whipped cream from the can all over my breasts. He loaded them high...making white frothy mounds out of both of them before he put the can down. My tits were cold from the white stuff.
"Now," Jocky said. He leaned forward and began to lick my body. Around and around the piled up cream the boy licked...covering my skin with spit... -causing wonderful tingles of excitement to communicate itself with my cunt... with every part of my tied and helpless body.
Dimlj. through the pleasurable sensations of Jocky's tongue on my flesh...a tongue that was moving closer and closer to my tit...and I was aware that Art and the other guy...his name was Sammy...were pulling my skirt loose. I felt the skirt coming off...then my panties, and then I felt two sets of hands moving up my legs to settle and play between my legs.
I was out of my mind. I was so drunk and stoned that there was an unreal quality to all this...there was something so unlike reality that I can't explain it...I only know that I was now naked, tied and helpless and there were three boys in the room with me. My breasts were covered with whipped cream and there was a big tongue moving closer and closer to my tits.
My legs were pulled apart...and then I felt something wet down there. Sammy was licking my cunt. I knew it was Sammy because Art was standing up watching the whole thing... and then, while the other two boys worked, Art started stripping out of his clothes.
I couldn't wait to see him. I had never seen a naked man in my life. I wanted to see him naked. I wanted to see his cock, his balls, everything he had I wanted to see and experience. And I knew I was going to, soon.
Art was naked now, his cock standing out long and proud from his body. I could see it was dripping already, and he stepped across to me and his cock was hanging over my face.
"You wouldn't play, huh...wouldn't play around...only wanted to tease me...wanted to make my cock hard and then send me home with a case of hot nuts. That was what you wanted, wasn't it...well, I got news for you, baby, now you're gonna play."
"Ever hear the word cocksucker, baby?" I listened to him and looked up at his prick. I looked at the bulging underside...and I saw his hairy young balls...I felt Sammy giving a final lick to my seventeen year old twat and I saw him stand up and begin to strip...and, above all...I did see that prick...I saw that cock as it continued to drip long streamers down to land on my cheeks. The goo was hot.
Jocky had finished with his meal. He raised up and looked at me. There was a light of lust in his eyes. "Baby...you are going to be some nice fuck," he said at last. He got up and began to strip, too. I finally got the idea that these three boys were all going to fuck me. I didn't care. I wanted it.
"My cock, baby...look at old Art's prick," he said. I looked at it...and then Art moved. He lifted his leg and straddled my body...sitting down, his ass crushing and mashing my poor tits. I loved it. I felt the hardness of his asscheeks against my bare boobs and almost went into orgasm.
His cock was hanging under my nose. "Sniff, baby," Art said, "smell what you are going to get up your twat pretty quick."
I sniffed and immediately could smell his hot male smell. It went right to my pussy...I was so overcome with lust at the smell of the ripe tool that I hardly noticed the flash bulb that went off as I sniffed at that prick. Jocky, naked now, with his cock hanging out about a foot, was taking pictures of the scene. That went on all evening. All the pictures showing me up close with a hot cock in my face or getting fucked and in the middle of orgasm.
Anyway, that cock was under my nose and I was sniffing. "Taste it, baby, give it a big wet kiss. I want you to tongue my prick...and then, we're gonna teach you to be a good cocksucker."
My mind whirled...and another joint was pressed to my lips. I guess it was Sammy. I opened my mouth and that fat cock came to press against my lips. Art used it like a big lipstick to rub around my lips...to leave little trails of his juice on my face.
Then, he placed his cock in my mouth. I felt it on my tongue. I could taste the juices that flowed from his pisser...and I could hear
Jocky and Sammy commenting on the action as the naked Jocky still snapped pictures.
"Lookit the lipstick she's getting on that cock... get a good picture of that... " they all laughed. I closed my mouth around the long tool and began to suck.
"That's it baby...suck cock," said Sammy who was standing close and looking at my mouth closing around Art's prick.
Suddenly, Art's cock was gone out of my mouth... and he was moving down to the bottom of the bunk. "I gotta ball her now...I can't wait any longer." His cock was wet with my spit and was gleaming in the light.
He crawled up between my legs and Sammy and Jocky moved to each side of the bunk. Each one took one of my legs and pulled it up and apart. I was high in the air. My cunt was perfectly positioned for Art's prick. I tried to yell then. It was the first time I was afraid...I was a virgin . . . and I was afraid it was going to hurt.
But nothing came out. I tried to talk and I was so stoned and drunk that I just started giggling. My hands flexed against the straps that held me and I tried to move my legs...but the two boys were holding them good and solid. I was still completely helpless.
I felt Art position his cock at the entrance to my cunt. He poised there for a moment. and then with a cry, started moving in...he was going pretty fast...and when he hit my hymen I think he was surprised. "Well... I'll be damned," he said. "This cunt's cherry."
He had actually thought I was just teasing him all along. He really thought that I was a hot little number who put out for everyone else and was just playing with him. He got the surprise of his life.
He was stopped for only a second. I grit my teeth as I felt the pressure building up. I grit my teeth and he hammered his way through...and he was ball deep into my cunt.
"Oooohhh. That is one tight pussy...ooooohhhh...wait until you get in here...it is really something." He started fucking. Obviously he was in a hurry. He must have been pretty close to his orgasm...although I didn't know that. I didn't know how touchy boys are... how fast they have to come when they got hot...but I was learning.
Art started fucking...and it was only about two strokes until I was so hot that I could hardly breathe. I wanted that cock. I started mouthing things I'd only heard before...things that seemed to make so much sense now.
"Fuck me...oh fuck me...ram it home...your cock feels so gooooddd...it makes my belly so full...no...no...don't take it out... please...cock, more cock!"
Sammy dropped my leg and moved up to the head of the bed. Art was fucking away at my cunt as Sammy crawled into place, his ass flattening my tits again...and he slapped my face. My mouth popped open without a thought and I was suddenly sucking cock at the same time I was getting fucked. I was getting it from all sides...little did I know.
Art shot his load pretty quickly, and it seemed to take very little fucking to get him off. He moaned deeply and said a few words. "Oh, baby...my come's gonna coat your cunt...gonna explode in your cunt...your hot little opened up pussy. Ooooohhh." And he buried himself as deep as he could and let go. I could feel his balls pumping against my asscheeks as his powerful young cock filled my womb with his sperm.
And then...almost before I knew it was beginning, Art was off...and Jocky was crawling between my thighs. I couldn't see him because Sammy's hairy belly was between me and the sight of Jocky crawling up between my legs. But I saw Art out of the corner of my eye, his cock still hard and shining and dripping with my cunt juice and his come.
Jocky was a good fucker...and he plowed right into me with no waiting...no tinkering around...no teasing. He wanted to get to it...I felt his huge cock sliding into me...stretching my cunt lips even more than Art had done...and all that at the time Sammy shot his sperm into my mouth.
For the first time, I tasted fresh sperm. I got it right from the boys prick. It flew into my mouth and hit the back of my throat like bullets. I was unprepared for the amount of cream I got fed...but I wasn't allowed to spit it out or anything...I had to swallow it...and I loved the taste...I really love the flavor...I loved it at the same time I was noticing that there were more flashbulbs going off.
Sammy pulled back and I could see Jocky now. He was buried deep in my cunt and his butt was tensed with muscle as he started to plunge into my body. Again and again the big athlete moved into my cunt. I was almost mindless now. All I was was a gaping cunt that was getting filled...and I was only getting the beginning...but I didn't know that yet.
Suddenly, Art opened the door and walked out of the room. He was stark naked...but it seemed kind of right that he be so...kind of natural and right. He was back pretty quickly...and he had four more guys with him.
I knew what was going to happen then. I knew that I was going to get my fill of fucking...and for some reason, it turned me on. The other boys were already undressing... and Jocky was still pounding home when I started fucking back.
I had been mostly passive with Art in the saddle. He was the first...and it had all seemed so new. Now, I was warmed up and my cunt was already oozing sperm...Art's... and Jocky was in the saddle...and I started fucking back. I raised my belly up and met every powerful thrust of the two hundred pound athlete that was in the saddle. I mouthed the remainder of the come in my mouth as I started fucking in earnest, for the first time in my seventeen years.
"Oooohhh, baby...that's it baby...fuck it to me...twist that talented cunt around my cock...woweee."
The other boys, in various states of undress came over to watch. I was surrounded by naked cocks...and then Art was back at the head of the bed. He took my hands and made me reach out on each side of me. I closed my hand around two pricks. "Feel those cocks, baby...play with them until you think they're hard enough to fuck you...until you feel that they're ready to poke up your twat."
I played with those two cocks. I felt them growing harder and harder in my hand. Once, I moved my hand down to fondle the balls I found there...I was fascinated by those balls...but it wasn't long before my hand was firmly gripped and moved back to stroke and fondle those wonderful pricks.
Jocky shot off. And I had an orgasm right then. It was my first one...and my body built up and began to sing in time with Jocky. I spread my legs and met his body...loving the flapping of his balls as he fucked...and then, with a mighty snort...Jocky came into my body. I was almost overwhelmed.
"Oooooohhhh, please, more...more...more cock. . .please... I need it...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck."
"Fucked you baby...oh damn...fucked you with my good cock... and you are one goddamned hell of a fuck...man...I want seconds."
"You gotta wait for another turn," Art said from somewhere. One of the cocks in my hands left and was replaced again...and the nice looking young kid moved into position between my legs. He was about my own age. Probably just a freshman or something...he moved into place and I saw his long cock. It was upcurved and his balls were large and well formed. I could hardly wait until he got into my body. As he got ready...I raised my hips and moaned deeply. I wanted to feel his cock in my cunt. "Put it in... " I moaned, "fuck me...put it in...fuck me hard."
The other boys cheered as this kid moved into my twat. I felt that welcome hardness moving home...into the place it was supposed to be...into the hot hairy place between my legs.
"Gonna fuck you., .aw shit," the kid said. He slid in and I watched as his long prick vanished into my body. He moved all the way in-reaching farther than either Art or
Jocky had managed to get. They had been thicker...but not as long. I felt his prick head come against my womb...I know I felt it there. It doesn't matter if people think a woman can actually feel that keep or not...I know that I felt this wonderful boys' cock at the opening of my womb... so fuck you.
Anyway...the cocks in my hands were hardening... and then someone moved into my field of vision. It was Art... I saw that. His ass was turned toward my face. He laughed... and Sammy whispered into my ear... "Chow down, baby," he said. And Art spread his ass cheeks and pressed them hard against my face.
I felt a sweaty asscrack coming against my face. I wondered if I'd get lipstick on his asshole...but everything seemed to be natural...like I'd been waiting for this...like I'd been waiting to be gang banged and to suck asshole and drink sperm all my life...and, in a way, I guess I had been waiting for just that.
That musky asshole came against my lips just as the hot kid in my twat sounded and shot his load. I could feel sperm flowing out of my cunt as he pulled back. It dripped down between my legs and into my own asscrack...and I was tonguing Art's asshole as if there was nothing in the world more natural.
Art moaned and I felt him squeezing and teasing my tits... "Aw shit baby...we're gonna turn you into a real hot number., gonna make you want and need these big dicks."
Someone else climbed between my legs. There were more and more boys in the room all the time...more and more seemed to be filing in and out. Some were dressed and some were naked...some wore shorts and not a few were wearing jock straps, something I'd never seen before.
The boy between my legs now, who I could see because of the ass in my face...was a terrific fucker. I responded to him just like I had to Jocky. I fucked him back...giving as good as I got. He stayed on the longest too. He fucked me for so long that I was in orgasm again... almost leaving teeth marks in Art's asshole in the process.
Art was gone suddenly...and Jocky was there. He wanted me to suck his cock. I opened my mouth and started on his still hard organ as I was being fucked by the sixth or seventh cock of the evening... ! guess it was that many... there were so many and it went on so long that I can hardly remember how many there were.
Pretty soon, I began to recognize the boys. There were many that were up for their second go around...and I had been out for hours. Art gave me more to drink...gave me a pill which turned out to be an upper and kept me going for several hours more.
My crotch was swimming in sperm. I had come all over my belly and legs...it was puddled on the mattress under me. I must have been fucked forty or fifty times that night. Oh...I suppose that that is an exaggeration...but it seemed like it...and I loved it all...I kept going... not tiring out...helped by the drugs, of course...but loving every minute of it.
And you see Doctor...that's where I'm at now. I really dug the action. I got another date at the frat house on Friday...and I'm telling my folks that I'm going out of town on a field trip so that I can stay all weekend. I'll have a whole house full of boys to fuck and believe me.--.I'm going to fuck them all...I need that cock...and, what's more important...I really want it.
COMMENT
Sharon is quite the most extreme case of nymphomania to come our way for some time.
She is obviously sincere about her interests and desires.
An attempt was made to induce Sharon into analysis, as she was here merely as a volunteer in this study and not as a patient...but she would have none of it. She said that she knew what she wanted...and she didn't want to discuss it or even try to figure out the reasons. She said that she was young and wanted to have her fun as long as she could.
Presumably, Sharon is still at her frat house. We do hope she will come back to us soon.