Hi, I'm Jed, and I've got one hell of a hot tale to tell. This all happened many years ago, when I was a young man of twenty summers, living in Regina, Canada, and studying psychology at the university. It was through a class mate of mine, Troy, that I met Dixi, his younger sister. 18 years old was she at the time, and, well, that girl had a pair of come-hither eyes like none I've seen before or since.
Sweet, but far from innocent, this blond bundle of youthful sex appeal was, for a while, the sun around which not just my life but those of a great many people revolved.
Oh, that Dixi...! A more willing girl in all of Canada would no doubt be impossible to find. Already, there wasn't much in the realm of sexuality that eager Dixi hadn't tried. Believe it or not, she was seriously considering getting into pornographic movies, just for the thrill of it.
Of course, her family knew nothing of her hyper-active sex life, although several "friends of the family" certainly did! Troy, Dixi's older brother (whom Dixi herself was finding more and more sexy every day, I latterly gathered), would probably be rather depressed if he knew that half of his many friends really just pretended to be his friends so they could come round his house and get at his sultry baby sister. She told me at some point that she was having sex sessions of varying regularity with about 25 different guys, seeing as many as five each day if she could get away with it.
It was a common ritual for most guys visiting Troy to suddenly "go to the bathroom" and have a quickie with Dixi. Dixi could out-horny even the horniest guy and would be ready and willing at a moment's notice.
And, I gotta tell you, the pleasure of shoving your instant erection up between young Dixi's smooth, taut legs; up into her beckoning blond pussy, whether from the front, or, as she often preferred, from behind, was pure bodily euphoria. Sexual paradise like money can't buy!
The scent that girl secreted would activate your senses and bring them to the peak of acuity, letting you take in the very fullest all-round sensual experience your body was capable of. And you would climax like... like... like there was no tomorrow. Like this intercourse was the only thing you were born to accomplish.
Am I making it sound special? Well, you can bet your family jewels that no description can do it justice. Sex with Dixi was waaay beyond what words can express. It was ultimate animal arousal.
The only thing it was not was love. It was pure, unadulterated sex. Dixi's real friends were of the female variety; if there was a penis attached to it, Dixi just wanted to be fucked by it. And Dixi was one girl who got what she wanted. And I know, 'cause I was one of the guys who gave it to her.
For a while there, I was her favorite lover, and she actually came to my house a few times to spend the night. On such nights, we made wild, unstoppable love, and even talked afterwards (!). It was during one of these talks that Dixi told me about the triplets.
They were in Dixi's senior high school class: Alina, Alita and Alisa. 18-year-old virgin beauties with fiery orange hair and soft teenage curves. Without telling them of her own sexual escapades, Dixi had nonetheless discussed sex with the triplets, and they'd told her that they were having these wild dreams about horses.
Not sexual dreams as such, but still... Alina, Alita and Alisa had, like so many other girls their age, been obsessed with horses since they were twelve, and now the horses were also the center of their dreams. Dixi, who was a smart and precocious kid, with a psychology student for a brother (and several for lovers... just thought I'd mention it!), had heard that horses could often symbolize sexuality.
In bed, Dixi asked me about it, and I confirmed it. Horses do indeed comprise a rather universal symbol of sex in our culture, but almost exclusively for women. The tendency is evident throughout female thinking and behavior, from the romantic fairy-tale notion of "the prince on the white horse" and to teenage girls' almost irrational obsession with horses. The appeal of having a huge, warm, living, pulsating (and very often masculine) piece of flesh between their legs is obvious.
Even Dixi could see it, but the difference between her and other girls her age was that Dixi didn't accept any substitute for the real thing.
A few days later Dixi told me that she had been talking to the triplets about the horse thing, and she dropped a bomb on me: she had agreed with them to transform their symbolic desires into actual sex - with MY help! Dixi was straddling me when she told me, grinding her soft, blond pussy onto my rock-hard shaft, and she timed it just so that I couldn't help coming wildly and roaringly just as the meaning of her passion-exuding words dawned on me. Jesus, that Dixi - she played me like an orchestra!
Of course, the triplets being three in number, I was required to recruit two other guys from the Dept. of Psychology to "work on" the girls. Quite easily, I picked out my good buddy, Andy, and, on Dixi's suggestion, her brother, Troy.
A few days later, we all met in Troy's apartment: Me, Andy, Troy, Dixi, Alina, Alita and Alisa. Yeow, Dixi hadn't lied when she told us they were good-looking! They were AMAZING-looking! And so innocent and young that I was almost having second thoughts about this... But, no. This wasn't just about having sex with young girls; this was about helping them to a better understanding of themselves; helping them to transform themselves into more harmonic individuals. And we had decided to be very professional about this - at least at first.
So, by the book it was. We had to work with them individually, subjecting each of them to a rudimentary psycho-analysis, so we took them in turn. Alina first, with Alita and Alisa having to wait in another room. After having run them all through the session, we'd compare notes and present the conclusions - and the cures.
Troy began the analysis of Alina, with the rest of us, including Dixi, watching intently.
"Close your eyes and relax. I'm going to ask you to imagine certain scenes, and you're going to describe them to me, the way they happen in your mind. Okay?"
"Okay," Alina said.
"All right. Alina, you're standing at a road. Describe the road to me."
"Uh, any kind of road?"
"The road you see in your mind. There is a road in there, but only you know what it's like."
"Oh. Right. Um, okay, it's... well, it's a grabble road, really... or more like a path... through a garden... there're trees and flowers by the sides..."
"Is it straight or winding?"
"Umm... mostly straight... it has some bends some way in the distance... It seems long."
"So it should. Now... you see fire. Somewhere in the vicinity. How does it appear to you... where is it?"
"Uh... yes! There are two huge bonfires burning right by the side of the road! And... some smaller ones just beside those... and lots of small, warm ones in the distance ahead. They're pretty..."
"Good - very good." Troy made plenty of notes. "Water. Now there is water. Describe it the way you see it."
"Water... hmmm, there are... two thin brooks running alongside the road... one on each side... Just barely visible behind the trees..."
"And that's all?"
"Yes... I think so."
"Fine. That's fine. Now - you see horses. One or more, it's up to you. Tell me what you see."
"Oooh... I see two beautiful brown thoroughbreds, a stallion and a mare, galloping together alongside the road... playing with each other... Oh! There's a foal, too! And the parents are keeping it from falling into the brook! It's so sweet...!"
"It certainly is, Alina. But now, a house appears by the road. Tell me about the house."
"The house... Yes! It's a large, lovely yellow-brick house, filled with light and laughter... It has a white picket fence. And... there's a large gate in front of it, leading into it."
"A gate?!" Troy was surprised. "Is this house at the end of the road... of the path?"
"Why, yes, it is."
"Hm. What kind of gate is it?"
"Well, it's big, but rather thin... made of wood, with some flowers growing on top of it..."
"Is it open?"
"Oh yes. Wide open. It was never closed; it was just sort of... there."
"I see. Interesting... Just one more question - does the original path extend beyond the house or does it end completely at the house?"
"It... just ends there."
"Okay, great, thank you, Alina! That was good. Now, tell Alita to come in."
Alina went into the other room, and Alita emerged presently. Now it was Andy's turn to do the analysis.
"Hi, Alita. I want you to close your eyes, and concentrate on the images I tell you to see inside your head. I'll mention some things to you, and you'll tell me how these things appear in your imagination. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Good. Now, just relax and let the images flow freely... You, Alita, are standing by a road. Describe this road to me, the way you see it."
"Road... Um, it's a long one... sort of a highway with punctured stribes down the middle..."
"Is it straight or does it bend...?"
"Umm - It's straight."
"And what sort of landscape does it run through?"
"Hmmmm... desert."
"Desert?"
"Yeah. Sort of arid and grey..."
"Oh... right. Now, somewhere, you see fire. Tell me about the fire."
"Um... yeah, there are two large fires right by the side of the road..."
"Uh huh - and is that all?"
"Mmm, no, there's also a large, like, forest fire or something, way off into the distance - I can see the glow on the horizon. It's very big, but very far away."
"In the direction the road is going...?"
"Yeah... not exactly, but almost."
"Okay - Alita, now you see... some water. Describe it to me."
"Water... well, there's a small puddle by the side of the road..."
"That's all?"
"Yeah."
"Okay... And now you see horses. One or more, it's up to you. Describe what you see."
"Hmmmmm - Horses... Well, there are three, maybe four great, strong, brown horses galloping by the side of the road..."
"That's it?"
