The Adolescent Psychologist

My name is Dr. Harold Drake. I am thirty five years old and married.

I have been an Adolescent Psychologist for six years. During that time, I have counseled boys and girls ages twelve through eighteen on all types of problems.

I never looked at the girls sexually before - until recently that is!

My interest started slowly. A peek through the open button on a fifteen year olds blouse, a nipple poking through the tube top of a thirteen year old, the thighs of a fourteen year old, and the panties up the skirt of twelve year old.

All these led me to start looking at young girls differently. I started focusing on the sexuality of my female patients, studying their breasts, straining to see their cameltoes, imagining what they looked like naked.

Surprising to me, it wasn't just the older sexy girls that caught my interest, some of younger ones, twelve or so turned me on even more.

As a psychologist, I tried to understand it. But since I couldn't, I merely suppressed my urges, that is until Julie came along...

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Julie was a thirteen year old referred to me by her parents. It seems she has been obsessed with sex since her reached puberty at eleven.

Over the last few years her parents had caught her viewing Internet porn regularly, compulsively masturbating, and having sex, both oral and intercourse, at home and at school.

They had taken her to numerous counselors and their church minister to no avail. They put her on the pill as a safeguard against pregnancy. I was their last hope. They referred to her as a nymphomaniac.

Actually the clinical term for her disorder is not nymphomania, but female hypersexuality.

It is defined as an excessive sexual desire in a female, an excessive preoccupation with sex, and an insatiable desire for sexual satisfaction in a female.

It is an obsessive/compulsive disorder, treated by first identifying the sexual behavior and then getting the patient to realize it has to stop.

When Julie came to my office for her first appointment, I could tell just by her appearance that I was going to have my hands full.

First of all, she was a beautiful girl about four feet, six inches with long blond hair and blue eyes. She had cute 32A breasts, long legs, and a nice round butt.

She was wearing a cotton sun dress that came mid thigh with a top so tight her breasts were straining to bust out.

When I asked her where she wanted to sit, she immediately plopped down on the couch on her back. She didn't care that her dress rode up and I could see straight up to her panties as she spread her legs. (Who was I to tell her how to sit.)

I started the session with getting to know more about her and then I asked, "Julie, why do you think you're here?"

"Because my parents think I'm a nymphomaniac." she answered.

"And why do you think they think that?" I asked.

"Well they've caught me looking at pictures on the Internet of people having sex." she said.

"And do you see anything wrong with doing that?" I asked, hoping she would see it was an unacceptable behavior.

"If it is so wrong, why are there so many pictures out there?" she asked. "I have found hundreds, no thousands of sex sites. Are that many people wrong?"

She had me there. "OK then," I continued, "Your parents told me you masturbate a lot. Why?"

"Well heck, it feels good. Everybody I know masturbates. It doesn't hurt anyone. I bet even you enjoy masturbating. In fact I bet you wouldn't care if I masturbated right here." she said.

With that, Julie lifted her dress further up and put her hand on her panty clad pussy. She rubbed her fingers back and forth across her white, cotton covered crotch. Soon I saw a wet spot starting to appear and could smell her arousal.

She lifted her butt and slid the panties completely off. I should have stopped her but I never saw a thirteen year old pussy before and didn't want to miss my chance.

It was more than I could have hoped for. Her pussy was just starting to get plush. Her pubic area was covered by light blond hair. The hood of her clitoris stuck out at the top of her outer lips.

Julie reached down and started rubbing her swollen clitoris. As both her inner and outer lips spread wide, her vaginal entrance splayed open.

She took her other hand, and placed a finger inside it. Julie pumped and rubbed at the same time and soon erupted in a vibrant orgasm.

It took me a while to think of how to respond.

"You're right." I said, everybody masturbates. But what about sex? Don't you think you're a bit too young for that?"

"Doc, why don't you tell me? Come here and you tell me if I'm too young for sex?" she asked, pulling the dress, over her head.

I watched in awe as she made her whole naked body visible before me.

My preoccupation with thinking about young girls lately must have clouded my judgment right there.

As I went over to her she unbuckled my belt and pulled off my pants, underwear, and the rest of my suit. My seven inch penis was rock hard.

Julie pulled me onto the couch, between her legs. She placed my penis at her vaginal opening and then just lay still, testing to see what I would do.

I don't know whether I passed or failed. I just pushed forward and slid all the way into her thirteen year old pussy.

With that, this little nympho went wild. She started bucking her pelvis up onto mine. I started pumping in and out at a furious pace, surprised that I didn't cum immediately. Soon her body was shaking in one orgasm after another. Clinically she must have also been hyperorgasmic.

She raised her legs up in the air and wrapped them around me. I was as deep inside a pussy as I ever was. The walls of her inner vaginal canal squeezed my cockhead, to the point of no return.

I felt rope upon rope, of thick, hot semen shooting deep into her pussy.

When I pulled out, I watched as my cream pie flowed out of her pussy onto the couch. (I had better think of an explanation for my cleaning service.)

As we put on our clothes, she was the first to speak.

"So what do you think, Doc?" she asked.

"I think you will need counseling every week." I answered.

"But my family can't afford it." she said.

"Tell them, it will be Pro Bono." I said.

***

I got to 'counsel' Julie every week, for several years. I never did cure her nymphomania. I'm sure all the boys at her school were happy about that.

Though my experiences with Julie, I also learned how to 'counsel' other young teenage girls with problems such as self esteem, body image, and peer acceptance. I was quite happy I chose this profession.

And as a psychologist, I finally understood why me and other grown men are attracted to young girls.

It's not a disorder at all.

It's basic developmental psychophysiology. You see when men look at young girls, they regress back to the time of their sexual peak, young adolescence.

Boys, now men, remember the cheerleaders, the schoolgirls, and the bikini girls of their youth. These were strong mental images, at the most impressionable time in a boys' life.

Even then, society repressed those adolescent urges, telling us it was wrong to think about or act on sex. Now these urges, flare up, later in life.

Maybe if we weren't so repressed as adolescents...

As a psychologist, I'm just saying...

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