Chapter 1: John Tapes His Sexual History

Meet John Franck, 41 years old, and balding, but thanks to several workouts a week still in decent shape. John has been married to Argie Franck, a real estate broker, for twenty-two years. John suffers from Satyriasis and has embodied the contradictions of the male psyche, the Catch-22 of not only wanting to be in charge and in control, but also desiring genuine love from every woman around him.

For example, he is the owner of a McDonald's franchise, and frequently corners the young high school girls in the stock room, groping them and if they tolerate it, he'll keep at them until he fucks them. Then too, he frequently makes use of prostitutes in his home town of Houston and in Dallas and Ft. Worth, to which he travels frequently. He also has a history of trying to make almost every good-looking woman he comes into contact with; and incredibly, he is really head over heels in love with his wife Argie -- who suspects nothing, being the doting mother of two girls and a boy: Allison, 18, Jodie, 15, and Tricia, 12.

John is also seeing a shrink, Rachel Gladstone, and that's where we'll begin our story.

~ DOCTOR RACHEL GLADSTONE'S OFFICE

Gladstone: "So John, you say you desire virtually every woman you meet?"

John: "No, not every one. But if they meet certain criteria, yeah, I do."

Gladstone: "What do you mean by certain criteria?"

John: "Ah... y'know, if they've got nice legs, some bumps on their chest help and of course they gotta be decent lookin'. Average to gorgeous I guess. No dogs, if you get what I mean."

Gladstone: (Avoiding any facial expression that would alert him to how distasteful she finds him.) "I see. Let's explore this a little, shall we? Perhaps you might tell me about the women you've met this week for starters."

John: "This week? Let's see its Thursday... so I begin with... Sunday?"

Gladstone: "If you like. Feel free to start anywhere in recent times."

John: "Okay, like maybe I should start with last Friday, 'cause that's when I hit on Jenny, Jenny Mullins. Let's see now, Jenny is maybe 16, she works for me at the McDonald's I own on Rattlesnake Drive."

Gladstone: "That's as good a place as any, go on."

John: I sent Jenny into the stock room for some coffee containers. I knew she wouldn't find them 'cause I hid them a few minutes earlier. I gave her a couple minutes to look around and then when no one was looking, I made my way back there to, err, help her. She was surprised to find me come in and I should explain this room... umm, it's kinda small, and I was pretty close to her from the start."

"Jenny wasn't nervous or nothing and I told her to turn around and look under a carton that was behind her. As soon as she did, I reached out and cupped her tits and pronged her with my dick, putting it tight up against her ass. She reacted about the same as most of the other kids. I mean, she'd been groped before, probably plenty of times. Maybe she'd even lost her cherry in the backseat of some jerk-off's car. I felt her tense up and gave her tits a good squeeze. "Mr. Franck!" she yelps, "You shouldn't!"

Notice she didn't tell me to stop. Just "I shouldn't." Anyway, I keep on doing what I'm doing and soon enough Jenny gets with the program and starts pushing her ass back at me. My first words to her were, "Show me those titties of yours!"

"Mr. Franck!" she says and then giggles. I prong her a couple times with my salami and feel her respond in kind. "C'mon on let's see 'em," I say again.

"Someone will catch us," Jenny says. "So what? Who's the boss?" I tell her.

"That's good enough for old Jenny. A minute later her blouse is open and my hands are under her bra feeling her melons... little pears actually, with strawberry tipped nipples. Then I've got one hand under her skirt cupping her pussy, which was kinda damp. Anyway in a couple minute she was spread-eagled on some cartons and I had my hose clamped to her hydrant. I pulled out before I came. Don't want to get these teens knocked up, there'd be all kinds of hell to pay, y'know?"

Gladstone: "That was Friday, what about Saturday?"

John: "Friday ain't done yet!"

Gladstone: "Oh, I'm sorry, please continue." (The doctor shifts nervously on her chair.)

John: About twenty minutes later I had Arleen check the storeroom for something that didn't exist. But Arleen knew what I wanted and was waiting for me with her clothes off and I fucked her doggy-style. She likes that position 'cause my dick tickles her fancy that way. Anyway I get her off and she finishes me by blowing me and spitting my load into a hanky she carries for that purpose."

Gladstone: Nervously fingering the top most button of her blouse. "So then, Saturday?"

John: Nope, still Friday. The kids are off at a football game and Argie and me take a dip in the hot-tub. She starts me off with a blowjob, then we kinda shift into a sixty-nine, but it's kinda cold and before we finish we dash inside and hop into bed. I get her off... y'know I'm well practiced at that, y'know cunt-lapping and all. So after Argie comes down a little, I mount her and fuck the shit out of her. She's a hot one, Argie is, and I fuck her constantly, or at the very least I'm after her to have sex. I think on account of this, she's never figured out that I'm schupping every broad I can."

"Doc? Y'know, all this talking has made me kinda horny. I know I can't expect anything from you personally on account of the doctor-patient stuff and all, but would you mind..." (John takes his penis out and begins stroking it in front of Dr. Gladstone.

Gladstone: (Recoiling at the sight of his erection) "John! Stop it! I must ask you to put your penis away!"

John: "Yeah, just a second, Doc."

Gladstone: "John, I'm afraid I must insist! Put it away or I'll refuse to see you again!"

John: Just one more... ugh, second, Doc." Whacking furiously, Franck comes, sending a heavy rope of jizm some four feet and landing inches from Dr. Gladstone's white shoes.

John: Tucking himself away without bothering to clean himself off. And in an amiable tone, said, "Geez almost topped those toes of yours Doc."

Gladstone: "That was totally uncalled for and if you try anything like that again I'll not make another appointment with you!" she huffed, for she was flushed and visibly excited at his unwarranted sexual display.

John: "Sure Doc. I understand, but tell me one thing and remember we speak the truth in this room. Did I get you going jerking off like that?"

Gladstone: (Staring down at her feet and the pool of sperm so close to her shoes.) "You heard me John. No more chances."

John: (Moving on as if nothing had happened between them.) "Well now Doc that brings us to Saturday..."

Gladstone: "I see that out time is up. I think what may be appropriate in view of the number of sexual experiences I now believe you'll be relating to me..." She paused, because if her eyes were correct, she was looking at a rapidly enlarging bulge in his slacks. 'It can't be!' she thought, 'not this soon!'

"Um, Mr. Franck, is it possible... I mean, are you getting another erection?"

John: "Oh, sure! Like I said, I can fuck all day and all night without any problem. Y'know that commercial on the television says if ya take this and have an erection for over four hours better call your doctor?"

Dr. Gladstone nodded that she had seen it.

John: "Well mine don't stay erect. But it keeps on getting up, say five; maybe ten minutes after I come, I'm ready to go again. Now that's the truth as you can see for yourself. And that's why I got to fuck so many women. In all honesty, while I do truly love my Argie, I'd wear her poor pussy out I keep sticking it in there."

Gladstone: "Here's what I want you to do. Get a cassette recorder and record your sex life from the first experience to... well the present. Will you do that?"

John: "Who's gonna listen to it?"

Gladstone: "Just you and I, mostly me as I get to know the real you and find out what makes you tick."

John: "You mean what makes Johnny fuck so much, right?"

Gladstone" (Smiling genially) "You could put it that way, John. Will you do it?"

John: Yeah, Doc. Sure, why not?"

John left Doctor Gladstone's office and drove straight to a Radio Shack to buy a cassette recorder and six tapes. From there he went home and finding himself the only one at home, holed up in his den, turned the recorder on and began to record his sex life as the doctor had requested.

'When she gets a load of this, ' he told himself, 'she'll want a load from this, ' and illustrating the point, he jerked on his semi-erect cock.

"Okay, okay, I'm not sure where to start," he said into the microphone. "So I'll start with my wife, Argie. Now although Argie just turned forty, she's drop-dead gorgeous, y'know, an absolute stunner. She's about five feet nine with dark brown, shoulder length hair.

Sometimes she wears it combed up, with a few longer strands hanging down in coils, which I like 'cause it frames her beautiful neck. She has a pert nose, captivating warm brown eyes and an even warmer smile. Ahhh, she thinks that her mouth is too big but since she is always smiling it just adds to her charm. She is often assumed to be an Italian, especially when she has a nice tan. She has a superb figure too, slim but shapely. Her tits are full, yet firm enough for her to still be able to dispense with her bra when she wants to.

Argie has a narrow waist, and a lovely, firm rounded backside, with long legs that seem even longer when she wears tight slacks. She looks after herself and goes regularly to a fitness class. Oh yeah, she also belongs to a tennis club. I reckon she could have been a model, but in fact she works for a small, but solid real estate firm. In fact she takes great pride in the fact that she sells an average of one home a month.

So just on her earnings we're a very comfortable couple. My salary covers a host of items like the kid's college funds, HDTV and a super stereo system; a swimming pool and a lovely four-bedroom home that's doubled in value in the five years we've lived there.

As if her looks and figure weren't enough, Argie also has a wonderful personality. She's always happy and it's no exaggeration to say that she seems to light up any room she enters. Argie is by nature, caring and considerate and well liked by everyone who knows her. I readily concede that my objectivity is open to question, but during the twenty-two years we've been married, a number of friends, both male and female, have all told me as much, usually going on to say how lucky I am, as if I didn't already know.

Now, Doc, to put the icing on the cake, so to speak, Argie is very good in bed; and not only in bed either, but also in the den, in the kitchen, in the garden, in the pool, or wherever else we happen to be when the fancy hits us.

After we were married about three years we decided to start a family. We tried everything for a solid year without success. Then of course we tried the various tests. In a nutshell we learned that Argie couldn't conceive. Now admittedly, these days it's different; but we're older now and the idea of raising a child who'd be twenty when I'm sixty-two is just enough for us to let things go as they are.

Anyway, Argie grew depressed and she kinda lost her interest in sex. And I... well I was as horny as ever. But I'm wandering off aren't I? This is supposed to be about my sex life so... let's see when did it all begin?

Ever since I was thirteen, I've had a fascination with girls. There were always some girls who either were sluts or acted like sluts. I'd watch them, and enjoy their little parades, but I thought they were cheap, and wouldn't really fantasize about them.

Much more interesting to me was this pretty, naive seventh grader, who looked horny without really meaning to. That would have been... Barbara, the little sister of a friend, who was cute with short brown curly hair, and aged about 12. She always looked sexy in a girlish sort of way - maybe wearing a pink woolly sweater, little miniskirt, white tights, and pixie boots. My friend once told me that he made her give him blow-jobs, but he lied about a lot of things and I never knew if it was true. But I recall dropping a pencil during a Sunday school class and looking up her skirt only to find she wore nothing under it. That's when I saw my first pussy. I can still see Barbara's long lips hanging down and I went on to enjoy a series of vivid fantasies about the idea of her long pouty lips and my school boy cock.

The funny thing is, well the following Sunday, right after Sunday school, Barbara tagged after me as I headed home and we wound up playing on our own in the woods. In time, we came across an old, abandoned, ramshackle barn and decided to explore it. We climbed a rickety ladder, with me going first, otherwise I'd have had my head up under her skirt on the way up; and found had some hay bales. Barbara stretched out and said she wanted to rest. I didn't know her age then, only that I was slightly older, but still she was the first girl that I had ever really been alone with and a thousand thoughts raced through my mind about what I should do and how to do it. One thing was certain; I thought she looked really sexy.

I lay down beside her and we faced each other. I told her a dirty joke and she laughed and giggled at it and then began to tickle me. I grabbed her and we began to play/fight, rolling around until I got on top of her, pinning her down on the hay. I held her wrists, her arms stretched out above her head while I sat on her tummy. Her chest was heaving as she sought to get her breath back and I was beginning to feel a kind of warm glow that seemed to be coming from her groin and passing into mine.

Then she said, "Do you have hairs on your cock, Johnny?"

I stared at her for a second. Her eyes were wide, her pupils big as saucers. Momentarily stumped for a reply, I used a trick that you shrinks seem to use these days, doc. I answered her question with a counter question.

"'Do you have hairs on yours?"

Barbara quietly and matter of factly replied, "I don't have a cock, Johnny; don't you know that?"

She laughed and said, "We girls have pussies!"

Then she tried to wriggle free. I reddened but kept my grip on her.

"I know that," I said fiercely.

She relaxed and asked, "Have you ever seen a pussy, Johnny?" Her eyes were dancing as she searched my face. "Have you ever seen your mother's?"

An image of my mother undressing and the black hairs curling out from the hem of her pink underwear and the sight of her hairy mound as she dried herself, flashed into my mind as I retorted feeling strangely guilty, "Mind your own business! I'm not telling you!"

"I'll bet she's got a big hairy one," she said teasing me.

Before I knew it, the words were out of my mouth. "I'll bet you've got a big hairy one, yourself!"