In this volume I will explore the sexual psyche of young females. I would like to give my reasons for this. I feel that in the teen years, the crucial stage of development, habits and patterns are formed which will establish the kind of personality which will develop later on in life.
It is clear to me the importance of seeing how young people deal with their sexual problems and how they adjust to their environment. For this reason I chose young girls. The following are excerpts from the cases in this book.
MARY P: (18) "Daddy, I'm sorry! Don't do this to me! Don't take my panties off, I'll die. I won't ever do it again I swear." But her words went unheard. He continued to tug on her panties until they were down around her ankles and her bare bottom was exposed to him."
JILL A: (17) "It felt so good as my father brought his lips down onto my hot body. I needed to feel him, wanted to feel that next experience. He stopped at my navel for a minute and looked up at me and smiled. Then, without an instant's hesitation his lips moved down between my legs. I nearly jumped off the bed as I felt his wet tongue touch me in places that no man had ever even seen."
JOSEPHINE K: (17) "Suddenly he slammed the door shut behind us and shoved me down onto the bed. "Please George, don't." I whispered. "Oh come on baby, this is what you've wanted ever since I got here," he moaned as he grabbed my thighs. "You know you want it baby, well now I'm going to give it to you."
CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Mary P. Age: Eighteen
INTERVIEW ONE
I was expecting Mary this morning. I tried in my own mind to prepare some sort of introductory therapy, a gentle format to encourage Mary to relate her story, and to try to resolve some of the guilt, and despair. I had spoken to her on the phone a few days ago, when she made the appointment, briefly telling me of her horrible encounter. I have diagnosed a number of cases like Mary's, but each new one rekindles the immense sorrow I feel, along with a barbaric rage to avenge the seducer. That I still receive many requests to analyse the feelings, and symptoms of the innocent victims is a small satsifaction I can still meekly claim, in the midst of perhaps the most crucial and ugly crisis a young woman will face in her life. The knowledge, too, that I am helping a person, weakened and fallen, to get up and fight to attain a pleasure so hopelessly thought lost, is slightly consoling. However, I was barely prepared as usual, to lead a sensitive, helpful encounter with Mary, in hopes of her regaining her lost sexual powers. But this was usual, and I was not unconfident.
A minute later, Mary did enter the office. We exchanged formal greetings, and I offered her the couch to lie down on. She was a remarkably pretty girl of eighteen, with thick black hair set in soft wavy curls two inches above her shoulders. She stood five feet, six inches tall, and wore plain-looking pants and shirt beneath her navy blue midi coat. Her face was expressionless through confused brown eyes.
After she was in a comfortable position on the couch, I instructed her of the general therapy procedure. I advised her that, unfortunately, truthful and precise dialogue was not only the best way, but the only way to cure her condition.
Mary then proceeded to relate the details of her seduction by her father.
"It happened five years ago when I was thirteen. My father had given me permission to throw a party. I invited practically everyone I knew. We have a great house with a swimming pool, and for so long I thought I would be great to give a party. So he finally let me. He promised not to snoop, or spy, unless things got too unruly.
"Well the party was going great. About forty-five people showed up. Most of them brought booze with them. I was glad, because I had been drinking a few times before, and I liked it. Now all I had to do was keep the place from getting rowdy.
"I was drinking vodka, and orange juice. My tolerance was pretty low, so I got high real quick. As the night went by, and most people behaved themselves, I figured everything was okay, and I was home safe. Someone had turned the stereo louder, but that was alright.
"About midnight. I took my boyfriend down to the basement. Ten or tweleve guys and chicks were dancing, and sitting around drinking. We snuck into a storage room down there. I had a key, so no one else could come in. There was a window on the door, I looked for something to cover it up with, but couldn't find anything. I didn't really care.
"We sat down on a stuffy old sofa. I was flying high, so when Mike started kissing me, my head spun; He gradually brought his hand down on top of my breasts, outside my dress. The kissing got heavier. Then casually his hand undid the top button of my dress. And the next. And two more. I would not allow him to feel between my legs underneath my dress. He got the message. He was content to roam my chest. I was wearing a modest bra.
"Outside the room, some slight commotion startled us. The talking grew louder. Somebody must have knocked into a table, because we heard some bottles smash on the floor. Somebody yelled out a few obscenities, but there was loud laughter right after. I thought I should go out and tell them to cool it, but I figured, 'Ah, the hell with it."
"But when I looked up, my old man was staring at us through the window in the door. And there I was sprawled out on the couch with my top wide open, and Mike's hands inside my dress. There was a bottle of vodka on the floor. He must have heard the noise, and come down to look. He took out his key and slammed open the door. He was fuming. The basement had cleared. Mike got up, mumbled some apology, and tried to squeeze out the door. The old man took a swing, but missed him. Mike just ran like hell.
"I buttoned my dress, and tried to leave the room. Four-letter words filled the air, but there was nothing I could say. Suddenly I felt him grab me. His arms were around my waist, dragging me to the couch. He sat down. I was across his lap now, my stomach resting on his left knee, while he extended his right leg to hold down my own legs. Both my wrists were locked in his powerful left hand."
I listened attentively as she recounted the details to me.
Her father was saying "Now, young lady, you shall receive a lesson which I hope you will remember for the rest of your life. That was a damn stupid thing you just did, especially right inside your own house." He lifted up her dress until her blue cotton panties were exposed to him. His hand fidgeted to jerk them from her waist against her pleas, and struggling limbs.
"Daddy, I'm sorry! Don't do this to me! Don't take my panties off, I'll die! I won't ever do it again, I promise! You can't do this to me!"
He scolded back, "You sure as hell won't do it again, but I want to make sure of it." Finally he forced the panties down to her knees. His right leg ensured that she could not twist loose. Now the bare cheeks were in front of him. He brought his right hand down on her ass. One, two, three ... a dozen sharp slaps to her bare derriere. It continued. The count was up to two dozen. Her precious globes were dancing up and down with each hit. What perfectly formed white mounds they were. Round, supple, symmetric. They shook noticeably, the tight muscles flexing and contracting. They stood out like snow-capped mountains between the valley of her lower back and her trim, slender legs. The smacking sound was intoxicating, intensified by the screams of terror accompanying.
"You bitch, you cheat" hollered her old man. "No more, never again, you understand?"
She sobbed back, "No, never again, dad! I've had enough; stop, you're killing me!"
He showed no mercy. The hitting continued. The milk-white mounds were taking on a crimson hue. He knew it was hurting, but knew when to stop. She could stand more. Each spank was landing with a distinctive 'crack', the noise no doubt adding immensely to her suffering. "Dad, please, I'm so ashamed, I can't take any more!"
"Shut up!"
Noticing the vodka bottle on the floor, he picked it up. Sadistically, he poured a generous amount all over her pinkish buns. She screamed, "Ah, that stings, it's burning me! I'm on fire! Dad, let me go, I'm on fire!"
Poor Mary was truly a sight now. Her young cakes were glistening under the vodka. A portion found its way into her crack, causing her to wiggle uncomfortably. Her father went back to his punishing. He spanked and spanked her burning backside. It was actually warm. The vodka was causing an additional unbearable stinging. He made sure to attack every inch of white skin until it was transformed into a crimson color. Thirty more smacks. Mary was just crying now, the pain and the stinging being overwhelming. She had ended her struggle, hoping that he would tire and end it all. Instead, his sharp eye caught sight of a scrubbing brush on the table in front of him. Picking it up, he applied it to the stinging red globes. It caught her by surprise and she shrieked as the stiff bristles came crashing onto her ass.
He was tiring, so he wanted these brush spankings to really hurt. They made little white spots on the skin, disappearing in an instant. It felt like thousands of little needles stabbing her. She jerked and screamed with renewed energy. Fire couldn't be hotter she imagined. He dumped the remainder of the vodka on the enflamed skin. Mary screamed in utter agony, pressing her waist downwards in an effort to escape the fiery vodka. But there was no escape. Now she was crying heavily, really wailing. The last few slaps with the scrub brush landed solidly, causing her to wince. Twenty smacks she had received with the brush.
He threw it down, and just as quickly grabbed the panties at her knees and dragged them down her legs and off, over her red and yellow platform shoes. When she could catch her breathing again, she practically whispered, "Can I have my panties back? I'm so ashamed."
"No."
Mary was soothing her burning buns, gently stroking them. Her hands lightly made contact with the red globes, passing her palms over them as if to absorb some of the hurt. "Ow!" she yelped in a few instances. "I can't even move." It was a lovely picture, Mary's hands behind her, massaging the flesh of her delicate seat. Ever so slowly did her hands roam the hills, smarting painfully every second.
Her father rushed out for a minute, leaving her to lament her humiliating ordeal alone. When he returned, she still had her hands stroking the rump. "Get up!" he ordered. "I'm not finished with you yet!"
"Give me back my panties, please?" There was no answer. Turning around to face her tormentor, Mary nearly died when she saw what he was holding. It was an enema bag, tube, and nozzle. Her back just dropped onto the sofa, her hands covering her face which was flushed with humiliation. "You can't give me an enema, dad. I'm too big now. Mommy hasn't made me take one since I was so small."
He was laying out the black rubber tubing, attaching it at one end to the nozzle, and at the other end to the two-quart bag. Mary turned over again, hid her face between her arms, and moaned her pitiful situation. "I told you that you weren't finished yet. Now take off that dress."
"No, I won't do it." He picked up the brush, and smashed it across her protruding posterior.
"Take it off." Shamedly, she sat up and slowly unbuttoned her pretty red and yellow dress. The last button was two inches below her knees. She let it fall to the floor.
Now her knees were locked together, in an effort to shield her naked vagina, and its dainty little black bush. "Stand up!"
Slowly, nervously, her body moved into an upright position, her back to the tormentor. Her red asscheeks shone like red cherries on a sundae between her curvy white back, and her long, white legs adorned in sheer nylon stockings. "Turn around and face me."
It took a minute before she obeyed the command. Now Mary stood facing her punishing father. Her head drooped below, to conceal the tears, and to avoid meeting his glaring eyes. "Look at me."
Her head shook from side to side. "No," she whispered.
"Look at me," he repeated, smacking the brush on her stockinged thigh. Lazily, she lifted her head until she was staring at his shoulders. "Look in my face," he roared impatiently. Through her tears, she aimed her eyes at him, gazing hypnotically. "Now put your hands behind your back." Nothing.
"Daddy, I can't," she cried.
"Do it, I said." Hesitantly she brought her fragile hands away from her young virgin cunt, and around to her back. They clasped one another, and rested in the small of her back. Mary was completely mortified, standing submissively in front of him, with her cunt fully exposed to him. "Now take off your bra."
This was it, she felt, when the shock of his statement settled in her. When she wouldn't move, he threatened her with the brush. She trembled, and proceeded to the degrading task of unfastening the hooks in her pretty blue bra. In so doing, her chest was forced outwards, making her budding little tits stand majestically at attention. The bra fell on the floor next to her dress and panties. She bit on her lips to restrain her fearful emotions. Clad only in her stockings, and her red and yellow platform shoes, she was forced to stand in naked judgment by her father. Her weight was shifting back and forth on both legs while she moved her feet nervously.
"Keep your hands behind you and keep still." Quiet. More mental anguish, as the absence of sound forced her to dwell on her punishment. "Follow me," he said harshly.
She dragged her feet defeatedly, following him to the rear of the storage room. There was a mirror leaning against one wall. The adjoining wall was cluttered with junk. He grabbed an old heavy wooden chair from next to the couch, setting it up facing the mirror. He ordered her behind the chair, looking into the mirror. She saw her reflection, but quickly looked away.
"Look into the mirror," he cracked at her. She focused her attention down at her feet, and at the clunky red and yellow shoes. The sheer nylon hosiery was barely distinguishable, except for the darker two-inch band of the garter belt at the tops. Otherwise it was her birthday suit. "Bend over."
Meekly and lingeringly, she bent her torso over the upright back of the chair, its edge making a faint crease in her slender belly. She resigned herself to receiving the enema as bravely as possible. Her hands were resting on the seat momentarily, when he snatched them and secured her wrists with some rope. Tying a knot around the wrist, he fastened it to the front leg of the chair where it came up and joined at the underage of the seat. It took her by surprise, hence she was powerless to resist. Moments later, the other wrist was fastened in the exact same way. Mary had known sue to receive an enema, but this was now turning into a bizarre torture.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
"Shut up," he replied, spanking her lovely asscheeks which were in an irresistible position.
"Ouch!" she screamed. The buns were still stinging from the severe clouting of a few minutes ago. At least her body was not so exposed in this contorted state. Her mind, though, was renewed with despair and humiliation.
She was next aware of his presence down at her feet. He tied another piece of rope in a secure knot abound her dainty ankle, then fastening it to the rear leg of the chair. He repeated the bondage on the other ankle, leaving about two inches slack in each rope. She was struggling in obvious discomfort, unable to move. "What are you doing to me? I thought you were giving me an enema!"
Instead, he stooped down and slid the rope on her ankle an inch higher. She felt him undo the ankle strap of her shoe, and slide it off her foot. Now without the aid of the platform, she was forced to support herself on her tiptoes, the slack in the rope now being drawn tight. He removed her other open-toed skyscraper, and now her entire body was perched up on her delicious slim toes. Her slender foot was now curved exquisitely along her insteps, nearly perpendicular to the floor. He examined her immobile feet, still sporting the delectable nylons.
Then, just to amuse himself, he proceeded to glide his fingers gently across Marys defenseless, ticklish soles. His head spun at the grainy touch of her sheer nylons. His fingers danced along the soft sensitive flesh on the bottoms of her feet. She could not move them, so had to accept the torment. "Don't tickle my feet, please, I can't stand it! You know how ticklish they are!"
She was screaming, "Stop it, don't tickle me any more!" His fingers tickled down on her arches to her gorgeous toes. Her toenails were polished in fire-engine red, and stood out invitingly from underneath her stockings. He teasingly massaged her toes, while she begged him to end the tickling. But he wanted to titilate her slim ankles before this session ended. So he trailed his fingers, lingeringly, the distance of her soles, enjoying her agony immensely. Finally, he was caressing her ankles which were no less responsive to the tickling. He travelled all around the ankles, touching, pinching. His hands absorbed the sensations from the stockings. When his own arousal had been generated, he ended it, in the midst of incoherent pleas or "No more tickling!"
Quickly he left the room, returning with a pail of warm, soapy water. When Mary saw it in the mirror, she was almost relieved. She felt like cursing him out with all her might, but in her position, it wouldn't be too wise. Besides she had enough trouble to deal with already.
Her old man picked up the nozzle, with the tube already connected, and inserted it up her asshole. She fidgeted and squirmed against the bulky thing being placed in such a vulnerable area. "Get it over with," she stammered.
"You have a might big mouth, there, lady. Haven't you learned anything yet?" She felt like crawling through the floor when he said that. It had a ring of 'other things to come' in it. He took the pail of soapy water and drained it through a funnel into the top of the enema bag. The pouring seemed endless to Mary. "How much are you giving me?"
"Two quarts. It'll be good for you." He elevated the bag above his shoulders so that the tubing sloped downward into her hole. He squeezed the bag, forcing the fluid through the tube and gushing into her body. Before one quart was gone, she was complaining, "That's enough. It's too much, it's all I can take!"
He paid no attention, planning to empty the two full quarts inside her. As the process continued, she bitched and moaned about being full. "It hurts, oh, don't give me any more. I'll explode!" But she persisted until the bag was empty. At the completion, he left the nozzle up her ass to ensure against temporary leakage. He left her that way for a short time. Her back was hurting, her stomach had cramps, her stretched arms were stiff and tired, her petite toes and legs ached significantly. She was still forced to stand on her toes only. Straining her neck, she looked up into the mirror, seeing herself clothed only in her scanty stockings and wondering why this all wasn't only a dream. Damn, if she could be released from standing on her toes.
She got her wish. Returning shortly, he untied her wrist bonds, allowing her to stand flatly on the floor. The enema tip was still inserted inside her. Shortly, though, he took her arms, and tied them to a pipe above her in the ceiling. She had no idea what this was all about, and he didn't tell her. She hoped only that he would remove the damn plug from her ass and let out the soapy water which bloated her. Now her body was perfectly upright, her arms above her head, while her ankles remained fastened to the legs of the chair. She could do nothing, but he forced to stare at herself in the mirror. The stockings still protected her from total nudity.
"I'm going out. When I come back, there had better not be a drop of water on that floor below you." With that he yanked out the tip, leaving only her self-control to prevent a spill. And to ensure that she started with an unfair advantage, he spent a few minutes tickling her exposed underarms. It caused her to wiggle and twist, and the liquid sloshed around in her belly. "Don't spill a drop," he warned.
"It's inhuman," she protested to deaf ears. Then he went out.
She was steaming. The enema was punishment enough in the first place, and the retention was worse. But not knowing how long she must retain it was plain cruelity. How long-half an hour? an hour? four hours? Not only that, but she could not move freely. The only way to hold it in was to twitch her hips and do ridiculous stationary dances. At least if she were allowed to walk it would be easier. And now all alone to ponder his nightmare. It was hell. The only place to look was in the mirror, to observe her own maturing, semi-naked body in disgrace. And the stockings made her feel slutty, like she was performing as some call girl, and the uniform required seamless nylons. It was pornographic.
Time passed. She couldn't tell how much. Fortunately the initial discomfort (due to his tickling) was minimal. Her arms and legs were tiring. She daydreamed, and contemplated the whole matter, wondering how she would act towards her father tomorrow. She did love him, but felt he was carrying things a bit far tonight. What she felt now was rage and resentment.
Gradually the load in her tummy became a burden, causing her muscles to twitch in order to retain the enema. He'd been gone over an hour. She thought of letting it go, but figured she could stick it out until the end. She tried to shift her weight from one foot to another, or lift one foot off the ground to relieve the tension, but she couldn't. She was cursing her fate, when she detected an annoying itch on her back. Now she was mad. The itch spread to include about half her back. It was so damn unnerving. She didn't know whether to cry or scream, so she just let out with "Shittttt!" But the tickled remained, compounding the enema predicament.
Soon everything got to her. The ropes were into her wrists and ankles. The itch would not go away, and the enema was close to spilling. She had just about reached her breaking point, when her old man returned. She was relieved slightly. She immediately asked him to scratch her back. "Hurry, it's driving me crazy." He thought a moment.
"First give me a kiss." Mary didn't know if he was serious or not.
"You're not for real, are you?" But she saw there was no choice in the matter. And by now the damn itch had her in agony. "Oh, alright!" she consented. Leaning toward her, she quickly planted a peck on his chin and pulled away.
"Now scratch my back."
"Give me a nice kiss first." Annoyed, she bestowed a very tasty kiss on his chin. "Now scratch my back, and let me spill this enema."
"Give me one more kiss and you can drop the water." She gave him a plump kiss, at the same time discharging the horrible fluid all over the floor. She gasped in ecstasy when the last drops rolled down her thighs. So great was her relief that she hadn't noticed that the itch disappeared.
Mary had no way of knowing but her father's well-intentioned punishment lesson was heading toward fulfillment of his own sexual desires at her expense. His outburst at finding her with the boy led to the domination of her spanking, the bondage, and the enema His arousal was triggered by the sensual spanking, and the intoxicating foot-tickling. Now his daughter was tied up in front of him, a helpless virgin, a veritable feast screaming to be captured. She was completely submissive to him. Most of her fighting and struggling was gone. The most intimate parts of her body she had displayed to him, which he violated. He had conquered her physically and mentally. All that remained of her spirit was a sense of endurance, and the expectation that it had to end sometime.
As she stood there, Mary was a picture of elegance. The old man finally fully awakened to that fact. Now because of his own selfishness, and momentary insanity, he wanted his own daughter in the name of Eros. He studied her perfect body: rich black hair, tender face, brown eyes; firm, round breasts with dark brown nipples. Her waist tapered off into gorgeous symmetric curves, flowing smoothly into full ripe hips. She had a flat belly ending a croppy black bush which guarded her womanly cunt.
Her legs were long, sleek, with voluptuous thighs and slender calves. She still had on the stockings, filling head with countless fantasies. Her toes were wiggling in the stockings against the position they'd been made to remain in during the past hours. The toenails sporting that red polish stood out like a red light on a dark night. She turned him on like no other female ever did. He couldn't control himself any longer. He only hoped she might forgive him.
He went to her, kissing her helpless body. He kissed her face, eyes, nose. His mouth went to her lips, which were defenseless against his. His lips explored her mouth, nose, chin. He returned to lick her lips, tasting the film of her saliva. His tongue went inside to brush along her pearly whites. They glistened as his satanic symbol drank up the juices from her mouth.
He returned his attention to her flawless forehead, where he repeated the passionate kissing. His hands were combing through her hair, clutching at the flowing silken strands, like cave men did to cave women. Lust was the whole motivation behind him now. Her face was smothered under kisses and tongue caresses. His fingers toyed with her tiny ears, concentrating on her erogenous lobes. His hands slid over to stroke her neck, powerful hands soothed her aching neck, and along her shoulders.
Now the father's mouth traveled slowly to the daughter's breasts. Mary protested this out rage verbally with a quick firing of obscenities.
He slapped her face soundly six or seven times, bringing her to tears. He picked up her panties and bra, shoving them in her mouth to gag her.
His oral delight at his daughter's tit resumed. His mouth was upon the tasty swelling, sucking on the nipple like a piece of candy. His hands drew circles around the base of the tit, then crawled upward toward the rounded summit. The subtle titilation caused her nipple to become erect. It forced its way to the eager teeth of her attacker. He seized the hardened nipple between his teeth, bestowing little love bites and playful nips upon it. He delicately chewed the dark brown tissue, pulling at it, and drawing it away from the skin. It excited him enormously being able to take such sacred erotic liberties as he chose to. Again he bit into the nipple tenderly, rolling it along the sharp edges of his teeth. As he let it go, he caught it between his lips. He commenced kissing it adoringly. Then his mouth opened wide in an attempt to devour her breast. He made giant sucking motions all around the supple flesh.
His tongue darted, next, into her cleavage, exploring that valley of her breastbone. She gave a small involuntary shiver as the chilly air evaporated her saliva-coated bosoms. His mouth was on her other breast, tasting the unique substance of the velvety and swollen mound. He bathed every inch of tit with his fiery tongue. He worked at licking the entire surface of the round-like treasure. He could not open his mouth wide enough to swallow as much as he'd like to. He just flickered his lips tantalizingly over the elastic brown nipple.
His hands then went up, each to capture a boob. They massaged the saliva into the juicy meat, bringing the nipples unwillingly to life. Fingers stroked lightly from the base of the tit upward along the slope until reaching the little brown buttons. They were playfully squeezed between the fingers, causing Mary to wince breathlessly.
Then father held his daughter in a passionate embrace. His chest pressed up against her breasts. His arms were around her waist, rubbing against her back. The muscles in her back stretched firmly, as her arms were raised above her head, still secured to the pipes by the rope. He instituted a massage, kneading the flesh from her lower back to her rib cage. His knuckles grabbed at the meaty substance, wringing out the aches and the stiffness. His palms and thumbs worked against her skin, soothing and refreshing. She became giddy as he slid his fingertips up and down her spine. She arched her back forward, goose bumps appearing on her skin.
He descended to her bare buttocks, still crimson and painful from the spanking. The cakes were still so sore that the slightest titillation brought about evasive twisting, and screams from underneath the gag. He would have indulged himself at her painful expense, had his half-mast pecker (inside his pants) not brushed against her wriggling hips, reminding him of his ultimate goal. For an instant, his cock was pressing rather close to her box, indicating to Marty exactly what his demon plans were.
Soon his hands were exploring her inviting belly. The creamy skin felt exquisite to him. Her slim, supple belly was squirming against the ticklish touchings of her disgusting, horny old man. The texture was electrifying. His mind raced as he realized the scene: taking advantage of a beautiful mistress, captive in bondage. This was especially true as he feasted on her belly, truly one of the most erotic specimens of the female anatomy. He lost himself in the endless strokings of her tummy, from just above her jewel box, all along her rib cage. His fingers played across the visible ribs, as if he were strumming a harp. His hands went up, and teased lightly under her breasts, then returned to it as if it had springs attached.
Mary's fight had given way almost to indifference. She couldn't believe the son-of-a-bitch was raping her. But she had endured ruthless indignation already, and the gag had diminished her vocal disagreement to nil. She prepared herself as he went to attack her cunt. Her tired body possessed little resistance.
She felt his mouth snake its way through her bush, while a hand was sliding down each thigh. The curious tongue penetrated the fibrous outer lips of her slit. The loss of privacy of such a private part of her body made Mary brood in a state of guilt. The slithering tongue went to work along the perimeter. It made smooth contact with her box of earthy delight. His tongue actually tingled as it swept upward inside the roomy womb. He pretended his tongue was a prick, sliding it in and out with a fucking motion.
Father was all fun and games at this point. His daughter's naughtiness, his rage, the spankings, the enema were all forgotten in his present state of madness. His stern, moral effort to punish Mary was out of the window. All his ethics, and good intentions for his daughter unfortunately became overshadowed during his frenzied state of passion.
His tongue licked at the womanly flesh. It searched out her budding clit, drawing it out from amid the thick tissue. His teeth bit gently into it. His lips kissed it feverishly. Then his mouth sucked on the magic button, as it had done with her nipples. His hands, meanwhile, stroked with nervous energy on the inside of her stockinged thighs, still slightly spread apart, and fastened at the ankles to the chair.
As he continued the oral worship, her virgin juices began to flow. The walls of her cunt trembled slightly under the pressure of the determined tongue. As he drank up the forbidden nectar, an astounding thing occurred. Mary's dormant virgin clit sprang to life, despite her valiant efforts. That he succeeded in arousing her, against her strength and will, this finalized her shame and humiliation. She had never experienced sexual excitation before, so the overwhelmingly titillation sensations running through her body were a mystery. But she decided she would fight them, not allow them to overtake her. She knew it was no use to plead through the gag. Her fight would be a silent one.
His hands had not rested either. Her stockings kept him occupied so greatly. He was no longer content to just stroke them, but he rolled the nylons up and back over her knees. He grabbed at the sheer fabric, clutching it religiously in his fists.
Back in his mouth, the awakening of her clitoris served to inspire him. He stroked his tongue back and forth over the hardened little button. He licked at the flesh, then trapped it between his lips. There, his biting lips squeezed it softly. Pivoting his head from the neck, her clit was contorted in small fashion.
To Mary's puzzlement, her fight had ended shortly. The erotic sensations overwhelmed her. She gasped breathlessly with reluctent delight as the old man performed this dreadful act. Yet she became passive, and now longed to feel his mouth attack her clit. The trembling of her muscles became substantial. It was not long before her walls began to quake. The pulsations in her box were mounting unbearably. An indescrible tickling plagued her clitoris. Her back had arched forward, sending her breasts high out in front of her. She was beyond control now. She was awaiting some unknown, inevitable climax she sensed. Suddenly an enormous rush of energy invaded her cunt. It seemed to burst her clitoris. She shivered for a moment. Her box then exploded with the first contraction of her premiere climax. After that, her pelvis vibrated furiously as she pounded out the final spending of her virgin discharge.
When the immediate ecstasy had passed, she looked at her father. She felt horrible-violated, raped, degraded. But the worst was still ahead. Daddy was as horny as a sailor in a Chinese whorehouse with twenty pounds of rice. Like an animal, he untied her wrists from the pipe overhead. When Mary dropped her arms to her side, he swiftly grabbed them and tied them behind her back. Next he undid one of her ankle bonds, and with one foot still tied to the rear leg of the chair, pivoted her so that the newly-freed ankle was in position at a front chair leg. Still some slack remained in the ropes. In this manner her knees were away from the chair, and were free to bend.
He ordered her to lie on her stomach on the floor. First she drooped to her knees and then fell forward-face down. Again, she was a helpless creature in his command. Quickly he shed his pants. He then ripped away the panties-and-bra gag he'd stuffed in her mouth earlier. Finally, he assumed his position on the floor directly in front of Mary. He spread his legs open so that his mammoth hard-on was staring her in the face. Now he lay back.
"Lick it, suck it!" he sternly ordered. When she saw the stiff prick, she screamed in horror. But he was in no mood to be frustrated, or denied. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head so that her mouth was right up against the massive organ. "Suck it, I said!"
On putting her lips on the hard-on, it revolted her. But his persistant fistful of her lovely hair caused her to work a little more diligently.
"Lick, it won't kill you!"
Her teeth parted, sending out her innocent, thirteen-year-old tongue. Frightfully, it slid along the blood-filled rod, reaching the twin balls. Her naive tongue sent a wave of tingling excitement up his enormous cock. She reversed her route and came in contact with the evil blue helmet. Her lips brushed against it.
"Kiss it!" he stammered. Her timid lips placed skimpy kisses on the ugly helmet with a hole in the top. She switched her attention to the less sickening chore of licking the rod-He had to drag her head around so that she licked the sensitive underside. The pressure she applied was so slight, yet it made the blood pound away in his erection. He made her take his hairy balls into her mouth, and suck on them, and blow them. He tried to speed her meek mouth up, to suck harder. He was horny beyond belief. He was berserk with arousal.
As she continued the blow job, he felt his urge mounting to the limit. Unknowingly, Mary was prolonging his climax unbearably. When finally he shoved her face down onto the trembling cock, her mouth succeeded in bringing on the first semi-shots of his come.
But he was in a rage of lust now, his patience gone. He got up from the floor, went to the chair legs and untied her ankles. Then he freed her wrists. He turned her over on her back, and pounded on top of her. She tried to push him off her but he easily overpowered her. His cock was practically spurting all by itself, dying for the comfort of a warm pussy. He aimed his weapon into her clit, which first closed up in fear. But when he forced open the lips and dug it into her love button, the muscles relaxed, and he shoved it in there.
Mary cried out in pain. "Take it out. You're tearing me open!" Her fists pounded at his back and her nails scraped his flesh. But it only aroused him further. His weapon was spreading her love juices on those first tight strokes. Now he was in all the way. He jerked himself in and out of her, smashing her hymen, and sporting the blood on his prick. She was in agony under the force of his driving pecker. She felt as though she would split down the middle.
It wasn't long before the agitated cock shot out the hot filmy come into her hole. He was slamming against her body, making her brace against him. As he thrust his pelvis forward, the white liquid spilled out and drenched her black pubic locks. He drove like a wild man to extract those final manly juices. When he had totally spent, he got out and went out.
CONCLUSION
"Mary, in my opinion, your problem can be treated quite conventionally. Your father still loves you. His actions that night were caused in a state of mild insanity, by a number of various causes. It does happen, and not rarely either. The way for you to be cured of your present frigidity is through honest analysis and therapy.
"Now I want you to come see me once a week. I want you to examine your mind for questions and explanations. Truth is what will remove the frustrations and the guilt. When you've progressed sufficiently, I'll maybe bring your father to the sessions also.
"That you were able to forgive him later on is a giant step in the right direction. It shows there are no severe emotional scars. Also, that you were able to achieve that climax under those extraordinary conditions is a definite positive omen. As you mature, and get to trust in a man, your body will learn to respond physically in a normal way."
CASE HISTORY TWO
Subject: Jill A. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
When Jill came for her first visit she was an intensely disturbed young girl. She indicated that she was severely depressed and anxious. I detected schizoid tendencies. She was a seventeen-year-old girl with an ulcer that had been active for over two years. I concluded that the latter condition although physical was brought on by her psychological disturbances.
Jill was acutely anxious over an affair she was having with her married brother. Her problems began at the age of thirteen when she was seduced by her father. She was unable to sexual ties with anyone outside of her family. Her story was a fascinating study for psychological journals around the world.
"Doctor, I hardly know where to begin. When I was growing up we were a happy affectionate, open and trusting family, although after my mother died, my dad seemed to change. It was hardly noticeable at first. When mom was alive she would insist we all swim together and bathe together and often roam around the house in the nude. Quite often she would insist that dad give me a bath even when I was ten and eleven and my body was just beginning to change. At first I could sense my father was reluctant and awkward but after awhile he became more relaxed and used to the idea. When my mother had passed away I was twelve. I already had breasts and was developing pubic hairs. After my mom's death my father became noticeably distant.
I had no idea why. I often wondered whether he had blamed me for my mother's early death. He seemed to recede into himself and would have little to do with either me or my brother. The hugging and affection stopped. I now got no more than a perfunctory good night kiss on my forehead. It was such a turnabout in our relationship that I was certain that I had done something I must somehow make up for. I was determined to make my father the demonstrative, feeling, affectionate man he was before my mother's death.
With the innocence only a child could have I made overtures to my father in every imaginable way. I would take off his socks and get his slippers. I would draw his bath for him. I. would offer (as my mother had so often done when she was alive) to scrub him down in the bath. The first time I offered he vehemently declined. But he later conceded to allow me to rub him down after his bath with some alcohol. My heart jumped feeling that I had made some headway; I would not mess up the opportunity to get into my father's graces.
So for the next few months, almost a year I think, these were the only moments I was allowed to touch him or feel close to him. As time went on, although he became more noticeably relaxed, I could feel the tension disappear from under his skin as my little thirteen-year-old hands would caress and rub his big, brawny, curly body.
One night when he was especially relaxed and plesant, my hands almost unconsicously roamed to spots I had seen my mother venture to. I saw nothing harmful or degrading in this. I was just imitating what I had often seen my mother do. My hands had slipped below the towel into his ass crack. His body became unbelievably tense for the moment and I thought he was going to yell at me but he didn't.
Instead, he opened his legs a little and in almost a totally nonverbal way instructed me to continue what I was doing. I reached for the powder and worked it into his ass crack and around the ass cheeks with small circular motions of my hands. My father was moaning a little so I intensified the circular motion with my left hand and rubbed my other hand into his ass crack. He smiled and asked me in a very warm voice to stop what I was doing and get the Vaseline out of the bathroom medicine chest. His voice was the kindest it had been in two years. Although my dad didn't realize it I knew what he was going to ask me to do.
When I got back, he instructed me to put the Vaseline on my finger and work it into his ass hole. "Harder," he yelled as my unsure fingers began their task. I did this for a few minutes and then he asked me to stop. He had a strange look on his face and when he thanked me, he hugged me for the first time in almost a year and a half.
That night I went to bed happy for the first time in " a long time. When I was almost fourteen, I believe it was a few weeks after my birthday, my father was sitting in the living room watching a baseball game It was a warm humid day and he was wearing just shorts and a tee-shirt. In the old days when my mother was alive, that was considered dressy attire. I was practicing my ballet and had just stepped into the kitchen to get a cold drink.
When I passed through the living room, he smiled at me in the way he used to greet my mother when she came back from a long shopping trip. I was wearing, as I remember, a black leotard and my body was glistening with sweat, my long blond hair was matted to the top of my head. He asked me to come sit near him and his manner was affectionate yet distant. He gave me a little squeeze around my waist and asked me to go to the kitchen and get him a drink.
When I came back I sat next to him and noticed he was breathing a little heavily. When I looked down, I saw protruding from his underwear the most terrific hard-on. Although he was embarrassed, he guided my hand to it. It was long and hard and very wet with cock juice. I thought he wanted me to put it in my mouth, as I had seen my mother do, but instead he lay back on the couch, made me kneel next to him and asked me to jerk him off.
I thought it would just be like a rubdown of sorts and began to move his penis in a circular motion. He out his hand over mine and showed me how to pull lengthwise along his cock while he asked me to fondle his balls with my other hand. My father's cock was heavy and long and I had never quite seen it in this state. It was for me a beautiful experience as his cock-odor began to make me dizzy in a beautiful way.
After a few minutes, my father's voice became real stringy and breathless and he yelled at me, "Squeeze my balls hard." I was reluctant to, but just as I did that a hot thick creamy liquid came shooting out of his cock. The force that it shot out with almost frightened me. My father grinned to see my response. I was simply pleased to please him anyway that I could. What made me sad was that after intimacies such as this, my father would withdraw and become quiet and taciturn again. He would withdraw into himself as if he were afraid of me.
Although I enjoyed our new relationship, I was at this time afraid of my father, as if I felt something explosive was about to happen. After the last incident, I would now always employ this type of massage on my father and it usually gave him great satisfaction. What I still found out was that my father was still very reluctant about touching me. Sometimes I felt as if the pleasure I gave him was just the way human beings should relate to each other on a warm and friendly basis, although something made me never discuss it with my friends or relatives.
One day just before I was to go out on a date with a few friends, he came into my room for a talk. He asked me who I was going out with and if it was possible for me to break the date. I was reluctant to do this for I had been looking forward to this particular date for a while. The urgency in his request made me reconsider and I called off the date. When I got off the phone I thought I would give him one of those special massages, but was in for the surprise of my life.
He asked me to come into the living room. He told me to lie on the couch and close my eyes. I was a little frightened but excited by what was to come. He knelt down beside me and put his tongue tip into and around my ear. I felt my nipples harden and a wet substance flow from my cunt. He ran his tongue down my neck and into my mouth. He directed my tongue to parry and sway with the thrust of his and my body and began to flick it around my nipples.
I was paralyzed with pleasure. I pushed his head down not quite knowing why. He stopped at my navel, looked at me and smiled then began to rub his lips against my cunt lips. "Oh Daddy! Shit! Oh Daddy! Shit! Oh Shit! Oh my cunt, oh my cunt. Daddy my cunt my cunt!!! My cunt!!!
He was relentless. He was rubbing his beard stubbles against my cunt hairs.
"Oh! Oh! Daddy suck my cunt, my cunt, my cunt. My Daddy oh cunt! Cunt! Cunt"
My body was a lump of hot come. I felt so warm and secure. And oh oh my daddy! Heated honey fondled my body as I cradled in a pool of familiar love juice. Oh shit Daddy I'll never leave you! I'll never leave you! I'll never leave you, I thought to myself. I felt as if there was no higher pleasure in life than this and that I had reached some kind of heaven.
The usual pattern renewed itself after this with my father retreating into himself. It seemed that the deeper and more pleasure our intimacy would bring, the deeper would be his withdrawal from me.
After our last incident, I decided to play it a little coy myself and this unnerved him. He seemed off balance and awkward as I treated his coolness with a coolness of my own. He started to become a little more attentive and unsure asking me more often where I was going and who I was seeing. His interest and attention would always seem to peak at these times. I sensed something about him as if he were about to make some new maneuver, to regain the lead in our game of one-upmanship.
One rainy Tuesday, he had stayed home from the office. Although he wasn't really sick, I asked if he needed a doctor. "No," he smiled, a nurse was more what he had in mind. He half dragged me to the couch where he ripped the two top buttons off my blouse. He bored his head into my stomach and began to rip my underwear with his teeth and then ripped them off except for the elastic band around my waist. He began to nuzzle my cunt and gently pull on my pubic hairs with his teeth. My loins were aching and ready for him to suck his pretty baby's cunt and that is just what he had in mind but this time he mounted me and directed his cock into my mouth.
His cock head was wet and gleaming red with a bead of come slipping from his slit. I wet his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue along its length as I've seen many a businessman do to a cigar. I took his cock out of my mouth and sucked on each ball until he cried with pleasure as he sucked me till I was insane.
I came first and was sucking on his feverish swelling cock until it was almost ready to explode. "Go my little baby," he yelled, "Go my little baby. Suck Daddy's-cock like a good girl. Suck it suck it suck it oh oh oh oh oh Jill suck it, suck it Jill suck. Ahhh! Oh!"
After we lay in the afterglow of our excess we became affectionate and friendly. I knew now that I would never be with another man. I would never want anyone else. I was daddy's slave again for there was no cock in the world I could suck that had given me life. I was hooked and daddy knew it. I could tell from the way he lit his cigarette and asked me to get him a beer.
Daddy and I were dating quite regularly now and Saturday we had planned a drive in the country. Daddy knew a beach off the private beaches, that was completely isolated. When we got there, there wasn't a soul on the beach and the water was bathtub warm. We both took a dip and came out wet and refreshed. Daddy suggested we not use the towels and dry off in the sun. We rubbed each other in suntan oil and lay back to sizzle in the sun.
After about five minutes, I was almost ready to sleep. I felt daddy undoing the sides of my bikini bottom. His voice was strange and distant as he told me it was about time that it came to this. I was a little embarrassed that somehow someone would see us and something in me half wanted it.
He mounted and put a finger in my cunt hole repeatedly, asking me if his little baby was ready. When my cunt juice was running down my leg he forced his hand into the hole with a ramming motion. In and out, in and out. Why daddy? Why? His fist almost up in me and I though he would continue up to his elbow. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! My juices were matting the hair on his arm. He withdrew his fist and inserted his cock halfway then stopped short. "Yipe, Oh shit, Yipe. Oh! Oh! He was splitting me in half!
The sky was changing colors. I felt like I was blacking out. Shit! Shit! Shit! My hands were digging into the sand. Daddy reassured me that he wouldn't hurt me. He withdrew his delicious stretcher and spit on it to make it moist. When he reinserted his cement cock, I was less afraid and more able to accommodate him. Damn, it must have been nine inches long but felt like twelve. It was so thick across the middle it was more log than cock.
How's my baby like it, huh? Oh, daddy I love it slam it in! Ooh! Slam it in! Ooh! Slam it in! With my readiness he rose to the occasion and banged me into the sand until I came like a Diesel with a horn blowing in my ear. At this point in our relationship, daddy nor I was playing it cool. I convinced him to stop going to work and he convinced me to stop going to school. Convince, actually was not the right word. We fucked and sucked in every room of the house and then we would play daddy and daughter again.
He was becoming frighteningly possessive now and saw threats and dangers everywhere. It got to the point where he would not let me go to the store! We were getting notes from the school and when the truant officer showed up, daddy punched him in the nose. I was beginning to think that maybe daddy was flipping out.
As I said before, our appetites knew no bounds and we were fucking all over the place. One afternoon as daddy was ramming me against the living room wall, my best friend, Ginny, walked in on us. "Sonofabitch!" she said before she passed out. I went and got her a cold drink from the kitchen. I tried to convince her when she came to me that it was a recurring acid trip that made her see what she saw, but she wasn't buying it.
Holy Shit! was all she could say for about twenty minutes. Now Ginny had sorta been around but of course the idea of me. and my father was a bit overwhelming for her. She had once mentioned screwing her eleven-year-old cousin when she was twelve under the summer beach house, but this was too much. After she calmed down, I began to talk to her and explain how my father and I were just doing what other people repress most of their lives.
She relaxed and began to ogle Dad. I kind of sensed what was coming and had to play along to molify her.
She began to strip and do a belly dance much to my father's enjoyment. His cock was perched and ready. She and dad slipped into the bedroom and were fucking up a storm when I returned. I got on the bed and without annoying them, put some honey in the crack of Ginny's ass and began to make like a bear.
At first Ginny was uncomfortable but the honey and shit were freaking me out and her and dad were grinding away. It was nice to watch dad screw another woman and I was getting real hot. After dad relaxed, I got some more honey and Ginny and I were eating each other out on the bed. I had about three orgasms and celebrated my new discovery. After some fried chicken and beer, we were ready to start up the party again.
For dessert, we really hit the top. We switched from the bed to the floor where we had more room to maneuver. While dad was fucking me, I was sucking Ginny's cunt (I was addicted by now) and dad was licking her tits. Bang! Fuck! Ball juice, cunt juice, tits, cock, balls, pussy. We were flipping out. The room was a bouquet of sex.
Ginny's cunt lips were pressed to my mouth. Dad's cock digging into my womb and dad's tongue whipping Ginny's tits. The three of us were ready to die. After we got tired of that, we decided one more fling and we would call it a night.
I was sent out to the store and returned with a giant sized dildo. Dad and I tied Ginny to the bed, hands and feet. After we licked ice cream out of her cunt, and off her tits, she was properly juiced. Dad slipped under her and wedged his cock into her ass hole. I attached the dildo greased it with mayonnaise and rammed it full speed ahead. Ginny was making out-of-body noises like she was on another planet and we (me and dad) were really nailing her pretty good. We were all smelling pretty good and Ginny let out a frightening scream and came, but so did my older brother, unexpected, from his out of town college, just as we all dismounted. This was going to be tough to explain!
When dad died suddenly of a heart attack, I was a freshman at the University. Traveling home for the funeral, it struck me that each time there had been an important death in my life, I somehow felt a keen sense of accusation. My brother and his newly acquired wife greeted me at the airport. Their tone was one of sombre, tolerant persecution. I wondered how much my brother had told his new wife and what my brother planned to do with me now that dad was gone. Another gaping hole in my life, but there really was no one kind person I could turn to to ease my grief. During the programmed eulogy, I was tempted to yell out "He also had a great cock by the way," but was afraid and uncertain how my brother would react. After all the funeral hoopla we drove home silently in our rented cadillac.
I wanted to tell my brother and his wife to screw off but I just didn't have the courage. Outside of the family I never seemed able to develop any real relationships. I resigned myself to the fact that I was at their mercy. We had moved into dad's house and my brother informed me in his shit-hole way, that we had to have a serious talk to discuss my future..
It was decided that for the time being, I would stay with them. Although my brother could not afford to pay my tuition at the University he felt obliged to offer me room and board. Although he offered the help, I could not avoid detecting a tone of disgust in both their attitudes toward me. I hoped it would somehow change.
The first five weeks passed by uneventfully. My brother worked and my sister-in-law and myself stayed out of each other's way. One morning she asked me if I would help her with the laundry. I jumped at the opportunity because I wanted to get close to her. She was an attractive girl with light blue eyes and frizzy hair. She was small but with very good proportions to her body. As I began to unload the dirty wash into the washer, the aroma of her musky underwear and brassiers began to get me hot. I was beginning to get ideas but suspected that Tina was very straight.
I was afraid to start anything. Around the house she often wore a real old pair of dungarees ripped at the crotch and a snug workshirt that revealed nicely her ample and inviting bosom. When she moved toward the washer, I put ray arm around her neck for an innocent hug but kissed her on the lips.
She pulled back at first but I persisted and shot my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues were dancing now and I began to unbutton her work shirt, burrowing my face into her beautiful mommy breasts. She smelled beautiful and I could tell this was her first time with a chick. She kept looking at me, asking me to guide and instruct her. After she removed her dungarees, we locked lips and I traveled down to her cunt.
Cunt juice splattered the kitchen floor; we were both freaking out and I unfolded her cunt lips and was lashing her tit with my tongue.
Just as she came, the washer made a jerky noise and shifted into rinse; she got up to get detergent for another load. Although Tina had enjoyed herself, I sat in my room that night wondering if she would tell my brother. About one o'clock I heard an argument break out. I heard a face get slapped and a door slam. Needless to say, I was shitting a brick. My brother kicked open the door and was holding a thick plastic belt. He ordered me to strip but then changed his mind and ripped off my pajamas himself.
"Whore! Whore! Cunt-sucking slut, cunt lapping whore, slut," he yelled as the belt tingled my buttocks and thighs. "Cunt lapping whore bitch," he yelled. He was practically foaming at the mouth. He did not let up with the belt which I was now beginning to enjoy.
He sensed this and grabbed me by the neck and dragged me to the kitchen. I thought he was going to carve me up but he slammed open the refrigerator door and shoved my head into the second shelf. There was no way of avoiding it, so I began to eat the strawberry shortcake he pushed me into. He reached for the Reddi-whip and squeezed it into my ass.
When he entered my asshole it hurt, Oh hell, what pain, I couldn't catch my breath. I had never had an ass-fuck before and my hole was bleeding and raw. Toward the end, his thrusts became meaner and stronger and was repeatedly bumping my head against the back of the fridge.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah! Ah! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" He pulled me out, beat me with the plastic belt again and I went limping to bed.
That's when my problems began, doctor. You see we all get along fine. Tina and I are reaching heights of pleasure I never imagined. And my brother is kind now and very attentive, but this is very embarrassing. I just can't, I mean I don't know how to tell him, that is you see I, maybe you can help me find a way that is, truthfully, I don't like anal intercourse and it's the only way he travels. What am I gonna do?!? What am I gonna do?"
CONCLUSION
During the course of Jill's therapy I got her to admit to and face up to the fact that it was not an ulcer from which she was suffering from, but nerves, which as we know, untreated can cause both physical and mental stress. This admission was of course a first step on her road to the recovery of her mental health.
My first step in the treatment was to allow Jill to become an independent, functioning adult. Toward this end, I advised visits once a week and a group encounter on Saturday. Also to pay for her treatments, I advised her to get welfare, medicaid and federal subsidies and to beg from her family and friends (in order to foster independence).
CASE HISTORY THREE
Subject: Josephine K. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Josephine was sent to me by her lover of two months, Bill, who was frustrated by her "coldness" when they would have sex. Feeling at the end of his emotional tether, Bill proposed that either she seek out professional help or they would have to terminate their relationship. Josephine, who genuinely loved him and did not wish to lose him, agreed to come to me.
At first she proved unusually reticent, quite unwilling to discuss any part of her past before she came to New York, a year ago. She claimed to be an orphan, and nineteen years old, though seventeen was more likely the case. She was an extremely beautiful and sexy girl, with a full round figure, large breasts, limpid blue eyes, and dazzling long blonde hair, and I could well appreciate Bill's maddened frustration at being unable to fully possess her.
Several sessions of analysis and conversation passed before I had won over her confidence and she was finally able to unravel the mystery of her frigidity. As I suspected, the cause of the disfunction was a deep-seated sense of shame and guilt over something in her past, in Josephine's case a sordid incident of incest, blackmail, and perversion that, in her graphic telling, shocked even this hardened listener. At any rate, in the months since it happened, she had tried to sublimate it from her conscious memory, to the afore mentioned injurious effect on her sex life with her lover. When I made her realize that an open, conscious acceptance of the events in her past, good and bad, could help her past this "block," her long-suppressed story began to pour from her in a torrent.
I have told you, doctor, that I am an orphan. That is not quite true, though it might as well be since I can never return to my home again. Only my father is dead, for nearly two years now. A few months after he died my mother remarried, an, odious man named Albert Connors becoming her new husband and my stepfather. I disliked him from the first, and thought he was secretly mean and treacherous, but my mother claimed to love him and certainly needed him to support her and her young daughter, and he was a very successful businessman and accommodated us in a luxurious suburban house.
I had passed into puberty a little before this time and found myself with a rather fetching, attractive body. My mother suddenly became obsessed with my morals and my behavior in regards to that supposed "evil," sex. Again and again she berated me about how much it would hurt her if she ever found out I had done anything "dirty" with a boy.
I would certainly have rebelled against the ultra-puritan strictures of hers against dating and going out were it not for one thing: she had developed a terrible heart condition and any kind of emotional upset could easily cause her great pain or even end her life. I loved her too much to let that happen, and besides, where would I be with her gone? Under the care of my stepfather, of course. So I obeyed her wishes. For a while. But like most girls my age, I was horny and very curious about sex., I started masturbating. Before long, though, I became tired, tired and disappointed with using my fingers, and only my fingers in my anxious, hungry cunt.
What I needed, craved for, was a boy's cock, long and wet and hard, like my girlfriends had so vividly described to me. I felt that I had to have one in my grasp now or I would just burst.
So, one weekday evening when my parents were going out to a party, and I got a call from one of the boys at school, a senior named George asking me for a date, I agreed to let him come over. If he was willing, I would let him seduce me that night. We would be discreet, he would leave early, and my mother would never know her daughter was anything but still innocent and virtuous.
George was handsome, tall and lanky. He started right in, as soon as he arrived, kissing me, pawing at me, sliding his hand right up to the crotch of my panties. I reacted hotly to his touch, and my pussy dampened, but I still had a lot of modesty and fear to overcome before I could properly react.
We were sitting on the couch drinking the beer he had brought, and before very long I had to urinate. I stood up from George's grasp.
"Hey, where ya going?"
"Uh, I have to go to the bathroom," I declared embarassedly. "Aw, shit."
"No, piss--"
George raised his eyebrows and laughed.
"I mean, oh, I'll be right back. You just wait down here."
George sighed, patting my fanny. "The bathroom's upstairs?"
"Yes."
"Mm-hm."
I scurried up to the second floor and into the bathroom. Dropping my panties and sitting down on the pot, I had a long pee. When I went back out to the hall, George called out from behind me: "Jo." He was standing outside my bedroom.
"What are you doing there?" I asked him.
"Come here, I want to show you something."
His intentions seemed dubious, but I went over. He held my shoulder and ushered me into the dark room. He gave me a hard shove that sent me stumbling in and sprawling down on my bed. He slammed the door shut and turned on the overhead light.
"George," I muttered nervously, "let's not rush into this."
"Oh come on, baby," he cackled. "You know you want it. You've been eyeing my prick since I got here. Now I'll give it to you.
You can do what you want with it. Touching that wet pussy of yours has made it all hard and sweaty."
I watched mutely as he unbuckled his blue jeans and dropped them. He was in his white briefs now and I could see the bulge of throbbing cock stretching the thin cotton to its farthest. The hint of flesh showed through the white, and I tingled with anticipation at the revelation to come any moment.
"Here," he said, crawling back to me on the bed. "I'll let you take my underpants off." He stood on his knees, just a foot before me. I could smell the heat of the boy's manhood. "Go on, pull them off. You can feel my cock and see it coming out inch by inch."
I extended an eager but trembling hand to the elastic waistband, and I tugged down. I uncovered black curly pubic hair, and then with both hands I pulled the panties over his hips and down, till the root of his fuck shaft was visible. I licked my lips and took a deep breath. Two inches of prick appeared. The long muscle flexed, and the briefs jumped within my delicate hold. A few inches more, and the rest of it slid out by itself and rose up gloriously, finally unleashed from its straining captivity. I dropped my hands away and stared in awe at this beautiful thing. No image I had conjured up in my wildest flights of masturbatory fantasy could compare with seeing it there in the flesh, a bloody red-pink flesh at that. George took it in his fist and waved it at me like a club. It got longer and thicker every moment. He slipped his briefs off and threw them to the floor.
"Feel it, Jo. Take my prick in your hands and squeeze it tight."
I grabbed it around the middle in my fist and squeezed. It grew tauter still, and a bead of clear liquid swelled from the eye on the fat knob.
"Pull it up and down..up and down, get the come flowing."
I did just that, pulling the great tool upward till the foreskin crinkled up and half covered the sweaty head, then down till the cock was extended fully. I slid my hand to the base and nestled it in the soft bed of his pubic bush. I curled my fingers down around his balls and lifted them and poked a finger between them.
God, it was such a glorious, exciting, sexy thing! I had to have it in me right away.
"Fuck me, George, I can't wait any longer!"
"Okay baby, you don't want to waste any time, huh? Get your clothes off, and I'll fuck you shitless!"
"Yes ... yes," I mumbled, quickly unbuttoning my blouse. I threw it down and unclasped my bra. His cock bobbed and throbbed at the sight of my firm young tits. The ripe boobs stood up tensely, and the nipples were sprouting out hard. George put his hands on my breasts, lifting them gently and squeezing in on them. My chest tingled right down to my crotch.
"What a pair," George exclaimed. "What beautiful tits."
When I dropped my skirt and squirmed out of my panties, he moved his hands to my fleshy, round behind. He lifted and parted my ass cheeks while, before me, he bent his head to enclose my left titty. He sucked in, taking the nipple, the wide red roseate, and even more into his open mouth. He licked it and pulled on the extended nipple with his lips.
Meanwhile, his hands were working at my ass, prying apart the firm cheeks and running long fingers into the damp crevasse. I felt him threading through the tightly woven hairs all up my ass. He touched my shit hole finally, dabbing his finger all around the rim of the puckered opening. I opened my thighs wider, and wildly flexed my sphincter on his finger.
"That's a big, soft asshole, Jo," George sighed.
My own left hand I let trail to my golden bush and down further to the outer lips of my pussy. Sticky juices were running freely and dripping onto the bedspread. My cunt was on fire, all ready to burst with passionate head.
With my free hand I grabbed George's great pole and tugged on it. A layer of filmy sperm covered the entire joint.
"God your prick is beautiful!"
I licked my lips and ground my cunt at him anxiously. "Come on, come on, put it in me before I explode."
George smiled broadly and pushed my fanny down till it touched the bed. I lay back fully and pulled up my legs. He moved in between them, his swollen cock brushing against my pliant thigh. He slowly bent the stiff, swollen tool downwards, down to my gaping hole. It held so rigid I thought it would break in two, but no, it bowed from the base, till it touched my drooling, yearning, hairy pouch of passion. The swollen head dragged against my outer lips, rubbing up and down around them, taking quick, furtive stabs in at the deep cave beyond. My pussy belched white come juice, crazed with lust. The cock head squirmed into the pit, ate up inch after inch, and the shaft following inward, pulsating like a piston, deeper and deeper. His prick was abrading my hymen, that sensitive cord of virginity. I wanted to scream. It was a pain that was pure white-hot pleasure. I bit deeply into my lip.
"That's your cherry, baby ... and this is the big moment...."
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass, clawing for a tight grip, and then launching the hardest thrust. A flash of pain seared up my body as he tore through the resistance, and then he was plunging in all the way, unimpeded now, and pure ecstasy returned to me, but now at an even higher pitch. I raised my legs into the air and kicked the heels down into his shoulders. My cunt spread wider and he squirmed into the free space and his cock came in harder and deeper.
"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard...."
In and out he went, his ass flying up maniacally, then down, down into the depths of my cunt ... Out, right to the tip of the huge knob, then quickly ramming back at top speed.
"Gaahhd ... screw my pussy, George!"
"Oh Jo, you've got a cunt that's made to fuck ... so soft, so tight..it's like plowing my prick through hot melted butter...."
He kept the piston moving, even faster, bringing me to the heights of sweet pleasure....
My mind was blanking out, I was as if on another world, on another level of consciousness, aware only of swelling voluptuous bliss, and a background music of my juicy come squishing loudly in cadence to the plunging prick. You could smell the wet sex hanging in the air around us, a musky fervid stench that smelled better than anything else in the world.
George's fingers pinched at my ass, spreading the cheeks, leaving my shit hole wide open. My cunt juices and his come trickled into the tight aperture and my sphincter flexed, sucking the wetness inward.
"I'm going to come, baby ... I'm coming, baby, drink it up your sweet pussy."
I felt the first rippling jab of his ejaculating prick. It was hot, startlingly hot, and it poured through my system like a flood. My cunt quivered and clamped even tighter around him.
"Beautiful," I moaned, "fuck me, fuck my cunt ... ahh, yes, yes, oh shit, oh oh oh oh shit ... prick, prick, prick, fuck me...."
He came and came, shooting his warm juices into my trembling honeypot. It filled my cunt to the brim and flowed over, soaking my bush and streaming down into my gaping asshole ... the whole crotch was in fiery liquid....
Ultimately the squirting subsided, and George's thrusts slowed, till with one final stab, lunging his softening prick deep within me, he collapsed into my arms, both of us moaning deeply, panting with exhaustion. My legs dropped from his shoulders and sprawled apart on the mattress. I embraced him tightly, and ran my hands slowly up and down his back, down to the soft flesh of his buttocks, pinching the ass meat in my hands. I worked my left hand down the boy's crack to his asshole, and I poked and scratched my nail around the tender, hairy opening.
"God, George, your cock made my pussy come alive ... it was incredible."
"You're a born fucker, Jo."
We lay there in a silent embrace. It was all so quiet that the creaking of a floorboard outside the bedroom resounded loudly. I frenetically looked over to the door, in time to see the handle turning.
My stepfather entered the room.
Silence hung in the air for several seconds, though it seemed interminable hours to me. George rolled off of me.
My stepfather cleared his throat. He leered at us for a moment. Then the leer vanished.
"Sonny," he said, in a very calm voice. "You understand that is my daughter you've been fucking there?"
George stared, speechless.
I nervously covered my pussy and tits with the bedsheets.
"Answer me, boy!"
"Listen, mister," George pleaded, "I'm sorry you caught us like this, I can dig it must be embarassing for you, but, like, it's just normal for a girl to like to fuck."
"Is that right, Josephine? You wanted him sticking his prick in you? You weren't forced?"
"N-no," I answered hesitantly.
"Mm-hmm..okay, boy, gather up your clothes and get out of here. As long as she's admitted her responsibility, and you didn't do anything against her will, it's not for me to condemn you, right?"
"Yes sir," George responded guardedly.
"Go on, get outta here. Put your clothes on downstairs." He winked at him.
I felt sick.
George had scooped up his clothes and was making for the door when my stepfather suddenly spun him around and kicked him in the crotch with a heavy black dress shoe. George groaned and doubled over. My stepfather knead him, again in the groin, and then he closed a fist and slammed him in the face. Blood spurted from George's nose down over his lips. I screamed, but stifled it in fear. Albert Connors tripped George down onto the floor on his bare back. He stepped on his cock and ground down with all his weight. Then he kicked him in the balls.
"Get up on your feet, you goddamned bastard! Get up before I get you where you lie!"
George only groaned and pulled his legs in against his chest, shaking in pain.
My stepfather lifted him under the arm and shoved him against the wall. He visciously propelled him onward, out of the room. There was some scuffling in the hall, and then a heavy thud and banging as George was presumably thrown down the staircase.
I sat on the bed and shuddered. I was scared.
I looked at George's clothes, still lying on the floor, and I wondered how he was ever going to get home in the nude. He would have to, though. There was nothing he could do, no one he could report the beating to, unless he wanted to get hit for certain with a statutory rape charge, for I was of course under age.
When I could finally overcome the paralysis of shock, I got out of bed and went to the closet for a wrapper. I was too wet and sticky around my crotch to put my panties and skirt back on. I tied close the nylon robe and sat back down on the bed, trying to calm down, and keep from bursting into tears or even hysterics.
What was I to do? More to the point, what was my stepfather going to do? And where was my mother? She didn't seem to have returned with her husband. But what did it matter, she would know soon enough. He would be little concerned with how much this information would hurt her. Shit, how it would hurt my mother. He mustn't tell her. He mustn't.
Then he came back into the room. "Well, Josephine, did you see the way I worked over his prick with my foot. He won't be sticking it in too much sixteen-year-old pussy for awhile." He leered at me.
I lowered my gaze to the ground.
"It's a good thing I developed a headache and had to leave that party. Well, it's not really such a coincidence. I heard you and your boyfriend's conversation. I listened on the extension phone, so I knew he'd be here."
"You filthy sneak!"
"Would you rather your mother caught you than me?"
"You won't tell her, will you? You know what it would do to her. She ... she'd die!"
"I'm willing to keep this little incident a secret between us. Under certain conditions. I do you a favor, and you do me a few in return."
"What do you mean? What kind of cruel joke are you trying to play? You know I can't let my mother find out about this ... Please, please, don't tell her!"
He moved forward quickly and swung the back of his hand across my face. I fell across and off the bed, against the night table and down to the floor in a sprawl. My bathrobe pulled apart, leaving my middle bared. My hairy bush pushed out, tautingly, tantalizingly, at my stepfather.
He stumbled over me and grabbed a handful of golden cunt hair. He tugged it with great force and, above, mashed his ugly face against mine, his lips pecking and biting at my cheeks and ears.
"No, no!" I cried, squirming under him. "You mustn't. Please, you mustn't."
Trying to get back on my feet, my legs opened more and his hands moved into my wet honeypot, two fingers prying deeply into the soft flesh.
"Stop it!"
"Stop it, huh? You ungrateful bitch! When I offer to let your mother live in peace about you?" He slapped me again. My cheeks stung bitterly. And again. Exhibiting strength I didn't realize he possessed, he picked me up and flung me back onto the bed. He scrambled after me. Grabbing me by the shoulders he proceeded to shake me like a rag doll, till I was sickeningly dizzy. Then he dropped me across his lap, with my head hanging down towards the floor.
"Let's have a look at that pretty little fanny of yours, Josie," he said, laughing, as if this were all some mad lark.
He brushed aside my bathrobe and lay bare my round bottom. He pumped his leg, and the soft flesh jiggled erotically. His right arm raised into the air. It came down very hard on my ass.
"Ouch," I cried, struggling but in vain; his grip was solid.
"Did it hurt, little girl?" he asked, rubbing his hand over the pained pink cheeks. "You've got a very pretty ass, little girl."
His fingers probed down the crevasse and inward. He pinched some of the hair over my shit hole and pulled on it. He opened my cheeks with two hands, and pressed his face in. He kissed my little round hole and licked at it. His fat, wet tongue slobbered around and inward at my contracting shitter.
"No, no, stop it...."
He ran his tongue all the way up my ass and then he raised his head.
"Oh, that tastes good, Josie. A sweet-tasting asshole, all right. Mmm, feel those hairs...." He plucked at the ass hairs with his fingers, pulling cruelly on them. "Such a hairy asshole for a girl your age. Just like your mother's is now, in fact. That reminds me, maybe you'd enjoy something I do for her when she asks me...."
He plunged a long middle finger into the tiny orifice, shoving it in without mercy. My sphincter muscle opened wide for a moment, gobbled up the finger, and then clamped tightly around it. He bent it within me, and there was both pain and pleasure. He worked it slowly out then shoved it in again quickly and deeply. All the while his other hand massaged my ass cheeks, rolling them around and around.
"You see, Josie, you like it too, don't you? Every time I'm fucking with your mother she wants me to do this. She loves it, feeling my finger probing around where her shit comes out, heh, heh...."
He took his hands up and again slapped my ass with an open palm. Again and again, spanking me with all the strength he had. My fanny burned red.
"How does that feel? Good?" he asked, not stopping the assault.
I felt terrible. I felt degraded. And yet, the actual physical sensation was strangely pleasurable and directly related to my pussy, bringing that hole to the passionate state it had reached earlier. This involuntary excitement made me feel even more degraded and disgusted.
"Come on," he said, "get back on the bed. I'm going to make you feel even better."
He pushed me down on my back and uncovered my dampening pussy. He crouched over me and snuggled his face into my cunt, wedging his head firmly between my thighs. His tongue darted out and slapped against the outer lips. He licked it over and over, faster and faster, driving me wild. The tongue jabbed and rolled in circles around my cunt. Deeper and harder. He licked my hard clitoris till I was almost delirious with orgasmic pleasure, and then he plunged the wet snake even further, all the way up my pussy hole. I saw red, and my loins went on fire with the heavy touch of his fat tongue on my open cooze. My knees flexed and closed together around him, forching his head more tightly against my oozing pussy.
God, I can still shudder with shame over it. I came in his mouth, as his tongue wagged on my cunt walls and his nose rubbed back and forth across my golden bush. It was magnificent.
"Eat it!" I couldn't help saying. "Eat my cunt. Suck it."
He came up all of a sudden and smiled at me. "One tasty cunt there."
My body was alive with orgasmic excitement.
My stepfather stood up now, and took his pants down. A thick and meaty prick was wagging up in the air. He grabbed it at the base, wielding it like a sabre.
"Suck it, Josie. Put it in your mouth and chew on it a little."
The idea was repugnant to me, but he had me so worked up that when he grabbed my head and pulled it towards his swollen cock, I did what he asked.
The knob on it was huge. I licked at it, running my tongue down the entire squat shaft. Finally I fitted my mouth over it. It grew and stiffened with the first touch of my lips. I sucked on it, working it far down my throat.
"That's the way dear."
"That's it exactly, dear, you suck it like a pro, and when you finish I'll be in ecstasy."
I got a good rhythm going, moving down on it to the hilt and then back off till only the tip of my tongue was still touching. I then took the shaft in my fist and jerked on it up and down. It was all sweaty with come, and I licked the come off like his cock was a popsicle or something. My stepfather held my head in his hands as I sucked, and he smiled approvingly.
I poked the point of my tongue into the little slit, the little eye of the cock head. I gobbled up the cock again, all the way down, and worked on it with increasing speed.
I was honestly enjoying it. If this was all I had to do to keep my mother from learning of my behavior I couldn't complain. It became particularly appealing as a punishment when he started fingering my pussy as I blew him. Before long, he had me worked up to a drooling mess. I thought he was going to come in my mouth, but he pushed my head off. "Whoa, Josie, we don't want to spill it yet. You've got some other interesting places I want to put it in. Like that lovely shit hole I was sucking. My inspection tells me it will fit my cock just fine ... Move back on the bed and turn around."
"Please, can't we stop now. What if Mother should come home? Haven't I done enough? Aren't you satisfied?"
"Oh no. Far from it. Bend over."
I did as he told me, looking back at him over my shoulder.
He got on the bed and crept towards me, holding his standing prick at the base. With his free hand he patted my gleaming fanny, glistening with sweat, and then he rubbed the supple, creamy flesh with the head of his cock. He pushed it around my ass crack. It was very damp there, with perspiration and come. My ass hair bristled excitedly as he pushed inward at the pink opening.
He forced the hole open wide and moved his wide dong inward. It hurt.
"Ouch," I moaned. "Don't ... please. It hurts.
It won't go in. You'll tear me."
"Don't you worry about it ... it's going to go in just fine."
And with some struggle it did go in, all the way.
In and out, in and out he moved it, slowly for a while, till my shitter was very well lubricated, then faster, pounding against my ass at high speed.
He came at last, pint after pink of hot cream. It streamed out of the well-filled hole and dribbled down into my cunt.
He hunched over me, breathing raggedly.
His prick slowly slid out of my asshole with a schlop. I collapsed onto the bed, and he lay down over me, his head resting on my rear.
"Real nice," he said. "Real nice, baby."
After a while, he got up and started out of the room.
"You come along, Josie, I've got an idea or two for some more fun I want to talk over with you."
I tried to sullenly ignore him.
"Did you hear me?" He asked sternly. "Come on. Move your ass."
I reluctantly got up and followed him out of the room. He went into the bathroom down the hall. I paused at the doorway.
"Come in here. Now!"
I felt miserable. But I was completely in his power if I wished to keep my mother from knowing. Little did I realize I was only making things irrevocably worse. But I had no idea just how terrible a man my stepfather was.
In the bathroom now, he made me sit on the edge of the bathtub while he washed off his slimy cock in the sink. He drank a glass of water, and then, inexplicably, he refilled it and handed it to me.
"What's this," I said sarcastically, "you're trying to show how kind you are?"
He feigned a slap at my face, and growled, "Drink that and shut-up."
I took the glass of water and drank it. He refilled it.
"Drink some more."
I did so.
"All right, now step into the tub. Hurry up! If you know what's good for you."
I began to have a vague suspicion of what he was up to.
"Lord, no ... what do you want me to do? Tell me! Lord!"
He suddenly lunged a fist at my stomach. I retched.
"Listen, you bitch! If you don't do exactly what I tell you from now on, I'll not just tell your precious mother how I found you fucking with some kid, but I'll make sure it kills her. How about that? And don't think she won't believe me, either. You know what she thinks of me. She loves me." (He said the word like it was an obscenity.) "She'll believe what I tell her, and she won't believe anything you choose to tell her, if you dare to tell her anything., which I don't think you will. That ticker of hers is not too good lately. Her health is "precarious," right? So from here on in, you do what I tell you when I tell you, and with no back talk, and everything will work out real good, and your mother will live, none the wiser about her tramp of a daughter. Now get in the tub!"
He pushed me. Grabbing me by the hair he forced me down on my knees onto the cold porcelain. He slapped me twice and waved his flaccid cock in my face.
"Here you go, here you go, drink this."
A dribble of urine suddenly came out of the eye at the end of his prick. Then a full shot of the stuff splashed right at my face. In the next moment he was pissing full steam all over my naked body. It was hot and sticky and revolting. But he made it quite clear that I could do nothing about it but kneel there and allow it to happen. He pissed and pissed. The yellow liquid streamed through my hair, over my face, down at my fat boobs, and on down to a circling puddle at my feet and into the drain. I closed my eyes tightly, of course, but I couldn't shut out the feel of it and my disgust.
When he was quite finished he wiped the head against my cheek. I could feel his cock starting to go stiff again.
He said: "Stand up. Up. Put one leg up on the rim of the tub here."
I raised up my one leg as he instructed, leaving my cunt wide open. I could feel how sticky it was when I spread it like that.
My stepfather dragged a low stool that was in the bathroom over to the tub and he sat down.
He was seated before me, a few inches from my open pussy.
"Okay," he said. "Now it's your turn ... Come on, I want to see you piss."
"No ... no...." I shook my head at him, and implored him not to degrade me further. It was ridiculous to plead for sympathy from such an evil man.
"I said piss for me. And don't say you can't make it. Those two glasses of water I gave you will do the trick. Do it! I want to watch it coming out. I want to feel it in my hands."
My hands trailed down to my bush, and I brushed the strands of hair upward and contracted my cunt muscles. I did, indeed, have to pee after that water. There was no choice but to let it go, there with his ugly face staring at the cunt disgustingly, waiting for the obscene show.
A few drops came out:
"That's the ticket," he coached.
My golden piss streamed out onto the bathtub. He stared at it, and he looked up at my face and gave me that familiar leer. After several seconds he put his left hand out under my cunt and let the piss pour over it, filtering through his parted fingers.
With his other hand he began to massage his prick. It stood up tautly, and he stroked it.
I was finished, but he wasn't. He pushed the now-swollen cock in at my pussy.
He fucked me. He made me step out and straddle him on the stool.
When he came, he kept it inside me for a long time, his hands prying apart my ass cheeks, and bouncing me up and down like I was a baby on his knee.
"Yes, Josie, you and your stepdaddy are going to have lots of fun together, aren't we? We'll be real good for each other. Before long, you'll know just how I like my cock sucked and all that sort of thing, won't you? Hm? Yes, indeed."
I lay there astride him, his prick within me, in a dreamy state of disgust. I Wondered why this was chosen as my fate, to be mistress to my own stepfather.
"Well, let's see now, Josie, have we got time for anything else?" he asked, as I was washing out my cunt at the sink.
I looked over at him blankly.
"Yes, I suppose there's still enough time for me to give you a nice hot, sudsy enema, before your mama gets home. Enough time for me to watch you take a long delightful crap."
I bit my lip and shuddered.
"Yes, so get your shit-track opened up while I go get the equipment. And then we'll call it a night, hm?"
When my mother got home she suspected nothing. She and her husband went to bed and then so did I. But for me it was a sleepless night. I couldn't think straight, so many thoughts passed through my anxious head. I had gotten myself in a dilemma there seemed no way out of. I could only hope that he would not take any more chances, and would leave me alone from here on.
The next day I went to school and tried to keep myself under control. It wasn't easy. Nor was it easy to keep my horrid secret from my sympathetic girlfriends. But I did.
My stepfather pretended that nothing had happened and said nothing to me of our "secret," in front of my mother or in private. I began to think he had settled for his pound of flesh and now was done with the matter. After all, it would hardly be very healthy for him to ever get caught. The statutory rape charge and more would certainly drop on his head.
But my optimism was unfound. Came the weekend and he announced that I would have to make some excuse to my mother and meet him in town at a certain spot.
I told her I was going to the movies. He claimed to be going out with some of the boys. His excuse proved to be close to the truth.
I met him at the assigned place and we drove away, out of a distant suburb.
At a large ranch-style house he stopped and we got out. There were several cars in the driveway.
"Where are we?"
"We're visiting some friends of mine. And you're going to be extra nice to them, understand?"
"You don't mean?"
"Don't mean what?"
"You're going to use me as a whore, a prostitute."
I tried to turn away and go back to the car. He caught my arm and dragged me to the house.
Inside were five middle-aged men. They had been drinking heavily. When my stepfather arrived they all shouted and laughed.
"Hey, Albert's brought us some pussy."
"Okay, Al, nice going. Does she suck cock?"
"She looks real sexy, Al. You didn't fail us, pal."
"Come on, baby, get your cunt out, I'm hungry as hell."
"She sucks cock, all right, boys, wait and see. Her name's Josie. Say hello to the nice men, Josie, heh, heh, heh...."
Two of the men immediately started taking off their clothes. The others soon followed suit. One of them, a short husky man, got his off first and came to help me with mine.
I began to struggle but my stepfather gave me the evil eye and I stopped.
He removed my blouse and my bra and fondled my tits and sucked on them till the nipples were fully erect.
"Look at the jugs she's got on her," he exclaimed.
"Let me get in there," another one said, also naked now, and eager to help me reach the same state.
He violently tugged down my slacks and ripped at my panties.
"Careful," Albert advised. "Remember I've got to take her home to her mother still in one piece, and that includes her clothes.
"Right," the man at my panties said, snickering. "We wouldn't want to embarass you, Al. Would we, fellas?"
"Nooo," they all chimed in unison.
The man pulled down my panties and patted my blonde bush. He twined his fingers in the flaxen curls and tugged on them.
"A blonde cunt! Al, you sure can pick 'em."
He made me open my legs and he forced his head in at my cooze. He slurped his tongue in noisily. His hands circled my bottom cheeks and pried them apart. The fat man was now behind me, and forcing a thick middle finger into my cornhole.
"Inside, baby, let it in."
I contracted my sphincter as he ordered, and the finger pushed its way inward. He licked my fanny at the same time.
"Hey, baby, say something," the one in front said. "Hey Al, tell her to talk some dirty-talk."
"Go on, Josie, tell them what's on your mind. Tell them!"
I knew what they wanted, and I gave it to them, every filthy thing I could think of.
"Come on, boys, keep at it. Kiss my fat ass. Isn't it nice and soft and round? Oh Man, put that finger way up my shitter ... my tight little shithole ... finger it ... in deep..come on, or you can pluck it out and I'll shit on your head ... You like my pussy ... you like the blonde hair on my cunt ... real nice ... Hey, I see some nice cocks in this room ... Doesn't anybody want me to suck his prick? Nobody?"
Another of the men scurried over to me, his erect organ in his hands.
"This one's all ready for you, dear ... come on, let her blow me."
He ran in and clubbed me on the cheek with his solid dork. Then he pushed his cock into my mouth. I swallowed it and sucked back and forth.
Behind me, the fat one was holding my long hair up and rubbing his prick on my neck. The one who was sucking out my cunt stood beside the third man and pressed his hard cock at my face, rubbing the thick head at my nostrils.
The third one's cock was pushed out before he came, by a fourth member of the party who in turn inserted his dong down my throat. I chewed the meat avidly, like an animal. The man pumped it back and forth strenuously, steadily increasing speed. I drew it in to the root, and sucked with all my strength. He came, and I had to swallow his gallon of gism down my throat.
They had me down on the floor now, and the fifth guy was fucking away at my pussy. Someone else was clawing at my fanny, one finger in my shithole. They manage to hold me on my side and while someone fucked my cunt another plowed up my ass. Two cocks were pushing into my mouth, straining the skin of my lips. I couldn't breathe even.
They kept at it, one after the other, all of them at once, again and again, hour after hour ... come dribbled off every part of my body ... my cunt seemed dead ... my shithole seemed ripped open ... I felt horrible ... indescribably disgusted.
They made me piss for them, shit for them, while they sat on the floor and watched, guzzling cans of beer like incredible slobs. They set out newspaper for me to shit on, like I was nothing more than an animal, a dog....
When my stepfather dropped me back off at our house, he said to me: "We're gonna do this every Saturday, so don't make any plans in the future."
I thought over what he said. I couldn't. No way. But if I didn't he would surely tell my mother. There was only one thing to do.
I never went back into that house. I've never seen my mother again, in over a year now. I don't know if he told her his version of why I left or not. I'm afraid to find out.
CONCLUSION
With a long sigh and a quiet sob Josephine ended her narrative.
After hearing her experiences of a year before, I could only be highly impressed with the young girl. First, of course, is her devotion to her mother and her concern over the beloved's precarious health. The extent to which Josephine would go only proved how much she did not want to risk hurting her mother, though her naivete and fear only got her ever deeper into a terrible situation. But there is no use saying she should have risked her mother finding out about her sexual relations with the boy rather than be blackmailed. We must remember that this was a sixteen-year-old girl, and a virgin before this fateful night.
Besides the nobility of her purpose, I was also impressed by the relative stability of the girl. Many another might have been deeply scarred by such an experience, emotionally and psychologically. As it was, of course, she did not quite escape the consequences of such brutality as these sexual encounters included. With the several factors combined, the form of incest with her own stepfather, the debasement and brutilization by this gang of men, and her fear that her actions would be know, possibly are know, by her mother and have hurt her, she could not be expected to be able to react sexually to her lover without awful, injurious associations cropping up. These associations, these memories of the worst part of her past, drained her of any passion she would normally be feeling in her lover's embrace. Thus the
"coldness" Bill complained of. The frigidity.
With her first full admission of the whole incident, to me, and her acceptance of it as done and in the past, she was already on her way to a recovery. Good luck was running with her, too. Investigation by my assistants has found that Josephine's mother is alive and in much better health of late. Her husband, the girl's dreaded stepfather, disappeared nearly a year ago, and she had divorced him for desertion. Mother and daughter may be back together quite soon.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject: Denise A. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
As is common with professionals who deal in emotional problems, many of our patients come to us to try to solve some of their sexual problems. The layman generally categorizes these into so-called "hang ups". And hang ups they are. These problems usually prevent otherwise normal and healthy people from functioning properly in our society.
When I originally started my practice I felt that too many members of our society suffered of these type of afflictions and it was my duty as a professional to try to alleviate them. In this manner I come across some very strange cases where young and old, male and female openly describe their life sexual experiences in an effort to confirm their problems and try to solve them so that they once again feel satisfied with themselves and those around them.
In that vein, there is the case of Denise A., a seventeen year old girl who had come to me with a not unusual problem: her inability to comfortably deal with boys her own age. I said her problem was unusual, however, what was unusual and in some cases perverse, was how the anomaly developed. The first couple of times she came to my office not much was accomplished because she was too nervous and self-conscious about talking to a stranger about her very well protected story. Eventually, though, she began to open up and talk more freely.
Denise happens to be a very attractive young adolescent. She has long blond wavy hair that almost reaches her backside. Her lovely green eyes are set in a beautiful face that have among other gorgeous features a small pointed nose, priceless rosy lips carefully guarded by small dimples and slight freckles that give her an air of innocence.
That's about all that give her an air of innocence, because as your eyes begin to examine the rest of her lovely anatomy, you'd think that you are staring at the body of a luscious twenty-five year old.
She has large well rounded breasts that show firmness through her braless peasant blouse attire. In fact, she is a sight to ponder at as she walks across a room and you catch the rhythmic movement of her distended chest rubbing against the blouse. Her nipples always erect when this happens and a slight point forms through her garment on either side you glance down her figure you will, doubtlessly, notice her small waist widen itself progressively, but also proportionately, until the full roundness of her hips are fully exposed. If you happen to be watching as she walks away from you, you would notice that her delicious looking ass is an added feature that not only compliments the rest of her figure but also enhances it.
Her muscular, tight anatomy maintains itself thoroughly attractive all the way down through her shapely legs. These legs usually show their beauty when she wears one of those stylish denim slitted skirts that you see girls her age wear now-a-days. Her rosy skin comes across as the skin of a Greek goddess against the faded blue of her denim skirt.
She is, without any doubt, a beautiful figure of a woman, and extremely hard to resist as she lounges across the leather couch that my patients use to relate their stories to me. Her mannerisms are not those of a young girl, but those of a mature woman about town. She is very aware of her physical attributes and knows how to use them to give the right image. But what is her problem, then?
She feels unable to relate to boys in more than a sexual way and always feels like she not only has used her lovers but also herself. "If it wasn't for sex," she says, "I would not be able to meet any boy. It's like I can't get by just talking. I usually wind up seducing them and then I can't stand to see them again."
In this manner Denise has managed to get involved in hundreds of sexual encounters with one, two or three other boys, individually or all at once.
"What do you think helped you start this pattern Denise?" I once point-blankly asked her. "What type of early experience do you think had this sort of effect on you? ... Take your time in answering and try to be as open as you can." She looked into space for a while and you could see her go through some emotional changes as the expression in her face began to change from embarrassment, to concern, to shock and to tears. She finally began to speak.
"Well, doctor ... I am begining to remember what happened to me when I was about thirteen years old, home on holidays from the school my mother put me in. I remember that when I came home mother had a visitor. I could tell because the bathroom was stocked with toiletries that she didn't use. There was an electric shaver and after shaving lotions and a huge jar of vaseline and a man's robe with the initials H.H. I hadn't seen a robe of that type since daddy left us when I was eight. When mother had returned from her shopping I asked her who it belonged to, and she said that an uncle of mine had come from California to visit us and would be staying with us for a while. I thought that was great because whenever we had visits I always got presents and being away in a private school four months at a time didn't really give me the chance to get too many presents in a long time. I asked where uncle H (Hubert) was and mom told me that he was at work and that I would get to meet him at supper time.
I remember I couldn't wait till he came home. I was excited all over waiting to see what surprise might be awaiting me that night. I really couldn't stand it. Finally supper time came and Uncle H came in. I was watching from the kitchen door as mother and Uncle were kissing each other real hard, like they really were close relatives.
Uncle finally looked up and said "Where is that lovely Denise I keep hearing so much about?" I came out and innocently stood in the room with them and said "hi, what'd you get for me?" He realized that I was waiting for a present of some sort and didn't really know how to react. "Er ... Ah yes, of course, I will look for it later" he was eyeing at me up and down. I remember that at the time my figure was already showing signs of great promise and although I wasn't really aware of it, my puberty stage had long began developing to the delight of many a man.
I was a. little disappointed with his answer but decided to wait anyway. We had a great supper laughing, making jokes and talking about what we were going to do and see during my school vacation. They even gave me a glass of wine to drink with them. I felt very grown up.
Eventually dinner was over and mother excused herself for the rest of the evening because she had to go to school. She was attending night classes at the local college. Uncle H said that he would take care of me, not to worry. Mother said goodbye to me and then kissed Uncle H. I also noticed that she put her hands around the zipper of his pants and squeezed. Uncle H really liked it and made a pleasing sound. He tried to convince her to stay but she said that there was an important test she had to take and couldn't miss class tonight. I was very high from that glass of wine and I just kept giggling and feeling warm all over. Finally mom left. I was swaying a little bit so uncle grabbed me in his arms and said "I think, young lady, that you ought to lie down" and took me upstairs to my bedroom. Until then no one had ever called me "young lady" before and it felt nice. His arms were strong and he kept looking at me real hard. He was staring at my young breasts as they were bopping from side to side on our way up the stairs. His hot breath felt good on my neck and I was really feeling many new and strange body sensations.
We got to my bedroom and as he put me down on the bed I giggled. Again I asked him: "Uncle H. what kind of present did you get for me?" He said "First don't call me uncle, you may call me by my name: Hubert, and as far as your present...." he was looking at me real strange now and I could smell his breath. It smelled like the wine we all drank; it was a sweet smell and it was pleasant.
He began to slide his hands down from my face to my neck, to my tits, to my waist and down my legs. I felt "I think I am going to give you a very special present, but you must promise never to tell anyone about it, not even your mommy" I thought that this was a weird request, but I was feeling drunk and I really wanted to see what he got for me so I agreed. "Close your eyes and don't worry about a thing" Hubert reassured me. As I closed my eyes I felt his warm hand unbuttoning my blouse, slowly, calmly but breathing heavily. He undid my blouse and opened it wide, so that my whole body was exposed. I felt my nipples harden as they hit the cold air. I could hear him sigh in approval. "How pretty you look, you are so pink and pure I could eat you" and I felt him plant a warm kiss in my cleavage, while he gently cupped my young breasts and twirled with my nipples. It really felt like nothing I ever did. So I let him go on. He then started moving his hands down toward my skirt and gently pushing the elastic past my hips and out past my ankles. The room felt chilly and I shivered slightly, he noticed it and kissed my bellybutton. I could now feel the distinct effect of his breath as it travelled down towards my panties and into my crotch. I began to feel the warm wetness in my panties and my excited pulse as my breath accelerated. He let go of me and whispered "If you are feeling fine, keep your eyes closed. I'm about to give you my present." I couldn't wait. I heard a zipper open and the ruffle of clothes as when one undresses. He walked away towards the bathroom ... the medicine cabinet opened ... it closed again ... and he began to walk back. I was getting more impatient by the second, I had never before felt this excited. He placed some jar on my night table, then he leaned on my bed, sitting real close to my face and again he whispered "You can open your eyes now, I have my present in my hands." I opened my eyes briskly and found Hubert all naked. He was hairy, his chest, arms and legs were all covered with black curly hair. He was smiling at me and when I looked at what he had in his hands I was dumbfounded. It was very big and red, it kept throbbing and oozing some liquid from its red tip. I couldn't take my eyes off it. "This candy roll is all for you, Denise darling, go on suck on it, it" is the best candy you have ever had." I wasn't sure of what I was about to do but it looked so strangely attractive that I couldn't resist it. I slowly moved over to his thing and lowered my head toward it. A fine smell emanated from it. Like the smell I had noticed on my undies before. I got to its head and started to lick it cautiously, Hubert made a move with his hips and a moaning sound. I could tell he liked to give me his present. "Go on, baby, don't stop, deeper, deeper," he panted. So I obeyed his wishes, I moved his hands away from this throbbing member and proceeded to engulf it with my lips. The sensation was exhilarating not just only for him but for me, too. It was almost as if I had no control of my own movements, I kept going up and down, up and down, sideways, over the tip, around the balls. He started gasping and words of ecstasy escaped from his lips as his excitement grew. He held his hands tightly around my head pushing me into his enlarged prick, harder ... harder ... harder ... until his writhing pelvis came to an abrupt peak ... he shot his hot juice into my mouth, coating my eager throat. I swallowed and feeling his relief continued my sucking motions but slowly my pace down, allowing him to land peacefully, as it were.
He lifted my head and sweetly looked into my eyes, "You are an absolute terror, Denise" he said smiling. I was in heaven!!! Imagine, the first time a man his size had given me a present and he liked the way I enjoyed it to top it off!!
Hubert was far from finished, he had much more to give me yet. "You know what, Denise? I am now going to give you some more pleasurable presents, because you are a great kid and I like the way you appreciate things."
"You certainly handled my cock right," he continued, "now I am going to show you how it also fits in other parts of your lovely body aside from your mouth."
He started caressing my tits again, this time with more force and making sure that my nipples had come out. He moved his head toward them and suddenly started sucking on one of them pretty much the way I had sucked him. He seemed to enjoy it as much as I was beginning to. Sudden rushes would now go through my body telling me that I enjoyed this kind of present much more than anything else I had ever recieved.
While he continued sucking my anxious nipples his left hand started moving downward, toward my panties. He carefully slipped his fingers through the elastic and started pulling them down and off my feet. His hand was now caressing my crotch. It felt so good!!! My slit reacted instinctively by secreting juices that made the whole area wet with desire. Hubert's hands felt very slippery as they stroked my inexperienced clit. My heart was pounding very fast and it felt like I was on fire. My hips caught on to the rhythm of his hands and they began to move up, down and sideways. My tits, red with excitement, showed a pair of erected nipples like I had never noticed them on myself before. They almost made me feel like I wanted to taste them also. I began to raise my torso and Hubert began to slide his face down toward my love mound. I was almost delirious I wanted to see what was making me feel that good.
"Please, more, do it harder, More!!! I kept pleading. Hubert's tongue suddenly dashed into my cunt. He was torturing me! First my clit, then on to my cunt lips, separating them ever so slightly. He finally darted his tongue into my hole and I shrieked. "Oh ... please, Ahhh, it hurts ... no! it's good! More, more! "His tongue dashed in and out until I felt a tightness within me give in, it almost felt like the ripping of a thin layer of skin. As I was watching him I noticed a trickle of blood slipping down his chin, but I didn't know what it was all about because as soon as that happened he stuck his whole huge tongue into me and I almost passed out with pleasure. I automatically wrapped my legs around his head and began to pump his face. Hubert picked up the rhythm and we both pumped faster and faster. He was grunting as my hold on him was pretty tight, but he kept going. I couldn't stop, there was nothing in this whole world that could make me stop now!!!
"Suck me, suck me, Ahhh," I kept yelling as I led both my hands to my own tits and massaged the nipples. My body was now uncontrollable. The movements were progressively stronger, and more agitated thrusting with more power, humping his face, "Eat, suck, eat, suck" My screams made no sense at all, my body began to feel like a volcano, harder and harder, I couldn't stop, I was going to explode. His tongue, my cunt, my ... my ... "Ahhh!!!!!!". I felt my body pull every which way! I came all over his wet face and kept humping him, slowly coming to a rest, slowly loosening my grip, slowly melting back into my bed, like the wax of a burning candle, just melting away and enjoying the new serenity that Hubert had shown me. Wow! What a present this had been!
"The night is still young" Hubert said as he noticed my eyes closing and in fear that between the effects of the wine and the physical effort I had just involved myself in I might fall asleep.
"I am OK, I want to learn more, you're my favorite uncle" I replied naively. "But what if mommy comes back? Aren't we supposed to keep it a secret from her also?"
"Of course, honey, but your mom won't return for another hour yet. Don't worry about her. Just relax and learn to enjoy some of the better things in life. I want you never to forget this." He was kissing me gently all over my blushed body. Playing with my nipples, with my blonde curly hair around my slit, sliding his hands under my ass and gently caressing my hole, running his finger up my ass crack. I started doing the same to him.
First I played with his hair all over his chest and slowly lowered my hand to his pubic area, where the hairs got thicker. They were still wet from the time when I sucked him off. His cock was ever so hard again. I stroked it once and lowered my hands down to his sack. It was full, round and pulsating. My small hands slipped to his ass and massaged his sensitive hole, then moved their way up his crack. He was so hairy!!!
With everyone of our touches our bodies were starting to spark again I could feel his shivers and I am sure he could feel mine. Yet I wonder what was going through his head. I was so young and innocent and his lover's daughter!!!
I was not sure that what I was getting into was alright either. Was this what the nuns at the school spoke about when they cautioned against the evil ways? Was this what the girls use to giggle about in the bathrooms and at night in the dormitory? I wasn't ashamed, I really had fun! The experience that I was turned on to then was the one that was to haunt me forever after. Shrink, you had the right idea."
"Don't let my ideas worry you" I said, "just keep on verbalizing those experiences you had."
"Well" responded Denise, "the evening did not come to a close after we had eaten each other. Hubert was obviously turned on and I was in seventh heaven. As I was saying, there we were, stroking each other and really getting into each other's sensitivities while relaxing from the previous activity. What promoted me to start rubbing and caressing my own cunt I will never know, me being so innocent and all, but suddenly I find myself examining my young mound, barely covered with blonde pubic hairs, and looking very round and luscious and I began to urge for more stimulation. I started seducing Hubert without realizing it. My auto erotic behavior had turned my "uncle" on and he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me over his rough, muscular body.
He was now sucking on my tender earlobe, while beginning to position his cock between my legs. I didn't know exactly what was going on, but my female instincts were guiding my movements. And so, slowly I separated my thighs. They were moist and warm and very ready. His huge member felt like a baseball bat between my legs and the thought of what might come was scaring me slightly, but my cunt throbbed in anxious awaiting.
"This may hurt at first, Denise, but after it will feel better than what we did before."
I believed him. So I relaxed myself by concentrating on the pleasure I was experiencing and I began to feel his hot cock-head, oozing juices, trying to explore the area in search for my virgin honey-hole.
He rubbed his prick up and down my slit, from the clit, through the lips past to my asshole. My breathing became more rapid and so did his. His strong hands held me up in the air as he tantalized me with his rod up and down my opened crotch. He was now lowering me onto his cock gently pushing my cunt lips apart and digging for my tight twat. I was feeling slight pain, but also incredible pleasure. He began to push me down unto his long, hard shaft harder and harder. It would never fit! Harder ... Ahh ... harder ... deeper ... Ohhh ... His cock was incredibly big and I was so incredibly small, he'll kill me!
Please!!!No! Ahh ... yes ... big ... Now!!! I uttered words, I was breathing like a wild beast, so was he. I couldn't take it any more!!!
I was going to bust! Ahhhgh!!!....He was in me! What a sensation ... what unbelievable pleasure-pain, how much more I wan ted ... He then started pumping me slowly. My body was limp, depending on his strong arms to raise me up and down his swollen shaft. His hugeness filled me inside like I had no other man fill me after. It was almost like gagging on something.
My nerve endings inside my cunt were super-stimulated, and like in response to a command, I locked my legs around his firm waist. I was being impelled to ride him like I rode the horses in school. I was matching his thrusts one by one. He was deliriously sweaty, moaning, groaning and grabbing me by my young firm tits.
Our bodies were starting to fuse into one writhing, juicing, smelly mass of energy and ultimate pleasure. "I can't take it ... I'm gonna shoot ... please ... come with me ... "he implored" you're mine ... mine ... mine Arghhh!!!!. We were at a full gallop and rushingly reached an unanimous peak that had us both yelling and violently shaking, holding on to each other as tight as ever. I felt his come juice explode in my insides flooding the walls of my cunt, jerk, after jerk, after jerk. We were kissing one another biting our tongues, lips, sucking, wanting more, wanting this moment never to wear off, pulsating, slowly and gradually loosening up, enjoying its after affects, falling into each other and finally laying motionless, our skins close together, whispering out mutual satisfaction to each other, relaxing....
His cock had gone limp. I could feel his softness inside me. My cunt was sore, but with a fine combination of pain and pleasure, my legs could not come to close themselves, his rod had opened me up so wide that my thigh muscles felt strained and unable to contract. I just lay there.
As I was lying I heard his breath come to a slow rest. Both our bodies smelled from the perfume of sexual odors: sweet and heavy.
I woke up about fifteen minutes later. Hubert was still asleep under me and he showed a smile on his lips. I felt like I owed him so much! What a great way to get introduced to womanhood!
I started kissing him down his neck and chest as I wiggled my way out of his limp rod. I kissed his nipples, he moved in his sleep enjoying the sensation. I proceeded downward to his bellybutton and stuck my tongue in it, tickling him slightly. His cock was now resting between my tits and my nipples, sensing the meat, erected. I slid further down until my nose was touching his cock. I could smell his odor mixed with mine on his wet cock, A hunger developed in me for his rod and I swallowed it. Because it was limp I could now put the whole thing in my mouth and still have enough room for his balls. I sucked him feverously and he awoke. Hubert looked down and saw my mouth stuffed with his member. His prick started to extend and my mouth was running out of room. His prick was getting harder and harder and I couldn't breathe ... I finally disengaged myself and gasped for air ... his dick was once again ready for more. And so was I.
"Teach me more" I said.
"My pleasure ... and yours" We both laughed. He reached for the jar of vaseline he had gotten before and after opening it he handed it over to me. "Spread it over my cock." I followed his instructions. I dug my fingers in the oily substance and gently spread it over his erected shaft making sure it was all even by wrapping my two hands around it and moving them up and down his rod. Hubert was getting very excited. I could see the veins in his forehead popping and his face turning red. "Enough, come over here now" he instructed as he pulled me by my hips and dragging me closer to his face so that my ass was on his chest and my face on his prick.
"Hand me the jar!" Hubert asked, I passed it down to him and began to kiss his cock-head softly. He was kissing me too. On my clit, biting it gently, around my pussy-lips, daring his tongue in and out of my cunt-hole. Suddenly I felt the oily substance around my asshole. Hubert was applying it with his middle finger. The finger first circled my ass hole and gradually got closer and closer to its sensitive opening. He tried pushing slightly. I jumped. Hubert held me by my ass cheeks and said "Have I steered you wrong yet? Relax and enjoy this next stage." I accepted his advise and tried to relax.
His finger once again sipped in the vaseline and continued to find its way to my asshole. I tried to relax by wrapping my hands around his cock and pleasantly jerking him off. His finger finally found its way into my asshole and I reacted squeezing his meat. Relax!-I reminded myself.
He was beginning to speed up his licking of my pussy and my excitement was growing again. I jerked him harder, he licked me harder. I kissed his sac, he kissed my clit. Suddenly he picked me up and put me on the bed facing down. He raised my hips and opened my legs so that my ass was facing his throbbing dick when he finally kneeled behind me. I felt his cock gently rubbing the length of my slit and I started to secrete my lovely juices. "Hold your breath, Denise, darling, and relax your body" I did just that and then, gradually I begin to feel his hot, oily cock against my ass-cheeks. He grabbed me by my hips and started pushing his rod into my tight asshole. I felt an immense amount of pressure as the oily head tried to enter me. Hubert was rocking back and forth, each time pushing with more pressure. Suddenly he jerked forward, I screamed in pain, as he entered my distended asshole. Only his head was in and I expect much, much more. My body was as limp as it could be, I realized that in this way the penetration will hurt the least. Another jerk ... he's halfway ... we were both perspiring, breathing heavily....another jerk and he was all the way inside my asshole. His dick was throbbing and fitted so tight that I felt my insides throbbing along with it: expanding and contracting at the beat of his pulse. The oily prick slid out ... and in again out and in again ... more and more....faster and faster. His manly hold on my hips allowed me little movement and so I jerked forward and backward and around his cock. He was deriving so much pleasure that I just became a tool for his enjoyment. I was sore, so sore that I couldn't struggle or move, I kept panting, pleading with him to stop ... Hub ... ert! Stop ... please ... noooo ... stop!!! He continued his ever increasing thrusts in and out, harder, violently harder and he came into me. Loads of cock juice fill my guts, the pain was unbearable ... I gave in....
I regained consciousness many hours later. My room was dark. I was tucked in my bed. All I ccould remember is the pain around my crotch. It was very sensitive. I kissed my hand and pressed it hard against my slit. Fast flashbacks were passing through my head as I began to remeber the previous hours, when Hubert was mine, all mine and giving me "presents."
Suddenly I heard laughter, screams and noises in the room next to mine ... It's my mom's room. I got on my feet and slowly open the door to get closer to the sounds, I walked across the hallway to my mother's room and the sounds got louder. The door was slightly opened so unsure of myself and of what I may see, I looked in. There they were Hubert and my mother, eating each other, sticking fingers into each other's assholes, having the time of their lives, I push the door open and look further while my cunt juices were starting to secrete through my sore cunt.
My mother turns her head and noticed me and screams. Hubert stops and stared at the doorway where I stood rubbing my cunt and waiting for an invitation to play along. My mother rushed out of her bed and ran toward me angrilly, she shook me and yelled at me, "What the hell do you think you are doing you little bitch?" she slapped me. "Don't you ever again try to peek into my bedroom or private affairs" I got slapped again. Hubert got out of the bed and came running toward us. "He's going to help me" I think. Instead he grabbed me by my hair and kicked me in the ass and throws me out of the room. "Your mother is right, you little scum; the next time I catch you it'll be the end for you!!!" I couldn't understand, what was happening, did Hubert and I make love? If we did why did he betray me so? Why couldn't he just explain? Why did he take advantage of me like that?!! I remember crying all night. I couldn't sleep. The next morning I was punished by being sent back to school. Hubert himself called up posing as my father and telling the nuns what a perverse child I was and that I needed to be dealt with. Well, what happened when I got back to school didn't really matter much, except that I quickly learned how to be devisive and how to get what I want. Especially with boys. I meet them, I fuck them and then I can't stand to be around them any more. "Can I be helped, Doctor?"
CONCLUSION
I want to be open with you, Denise,. Your so called problem really stems from that very first sexual experience you had with your mother's lover. Not only were you betrayed in a vow, but you felt used, Hubert fucked you there because he wanted to feel what it was like to make it with a girl, or because of his own particular hang ups. You were there and within reach. It was easy to fool a little girl like you and he knew it. You were young and naive and made an easy prey. But, look at it this way. Not too many girls have the opportunity to learn of sex at such an early stage. You are probably the most sophisticated seventeen-year-old girl I have come across in a long while. Do you see what I mean? I am saying that you can look at the positive side of the experience and realize how much you have learned. As far as the other boys are concerned, they are not all Huberts, but it is good to be aware of their existence. Get to know the boys that ask you out, don't try to involve yourself sexually with them until you are sure that they pass your tests. Soon after you start trying you will see how your attitudes toward this will begin to change. Give yourself a chance."
"Thanks, doctor. You are really very supportive. See you next week" Denise grabbed her coat and waved.
I think to myself that she must be a great lay. Maybe some day I will meet her on a social situation and....
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Subject: Ann F. Age: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Ann came to see me at the request of her mother. She did not want to see me and had to be forced to come to my office. Ann's problem started at a very young age when she was sexually assaulted by her father and various other members of her family. Rut as Ann pointed out she did not feel that she was the least bit troubled by her experiences. In fact she felt that what she had gone through was really quite pleasant and it was only her mother who really thought there was anything wrong.
It seems that Ann's mother had only just found out about these various sexual encounters with the family. Ann's mother and father have been separated for the past 3 1/2 years. And Ann's mother had been living in another city while Ann had been living here with Ann's younger sister Marie and their father.
As I have stated, Ann's reaction to her experiences had not been negative as would be expected in these predominate but usually unreported situations. She felt that it was really to her advantage to have had the experiences she had and was not at all ashamed or concerned. I suspected that this was just a cover up and proceeded with the session in order to probe further into the young girl's mysterious attitude.
Well, Doctor, I don't really feel that I need to be here but if you like I will tell you exactly how it all started and why. My mother and father separated about 3 1/2 years ago and now that I think about it I suspect that I was somehow to blame. I mean that it wasn't my fault. It just really happened that's all.
My father and I had always been close. I can remember thinking how nice it would be if I could take care of him myself. You know, without my mother always being there. I always took every opportunity to sit on his lap and kiss his cheek or rub his neck and back. And he always seemed to like when I did it. He would often put his hands on my backside while I sat on his lap. I really enjoyed making him feel good and like I said he always seemed to enjoy it when I touched him.
It was only natural then after my mother left that my father turned to me for help with running the house and taking care of my younger sister Marie. She is two years younger than me and was ill when my mother left. I really enjoyed helping him and it seemed that things would go along just as they had. The one difference being that my mother was not around to interfere.
About 2 weeks after my mother had gone I had finished cleaning the supper dishes when my father called me into the living room. "I just want to tell you Ann that I'm very proud of you. You've been such a help to me and your sister. I'm going out for awhile and when I get back I'll have a big surprise for you."
I can't tell you how good I felt. So proud. As I turned to get his coat he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to him. He had never done anything like that before and it made me feel even more grown up. After he left I finished cleaning and waited with great anticipation for the surprise my father had promised.
It was about 11:30 when he got home. I could tell he had been drinking. I asked him where my surprise was and he said I should be patient. He said that I would get it in time. He couldn't stand straight and I helped him to sit down on the couch. He had his arm around my waist and after I helped to lie down he pulled me down on top of him. I was lying completely on top of him now and I really felt very strange. We had never been like this before and I felt awkward. I had never been like this with anyone and I felt my body grow tense as his arms closed around my ass. He started to rub the cheeks of my ass with his hands all the while pushing me down harder and harder onto his body.
I started to squirm and wriggle trying to free myself from his grasp. I can't say that I didn't like it but somehow I knew that this wasn't right. I managed to free myself and sit up along side of him.
"Daddy you promised me a surprise and I've been good. Please, can't I have it now?"
"Sure Ann," he whispered. "You can have it any time you say you want it."
His eyes were staring at my tits and it was at this point that I began to realize what my surprise was. I got very scared and started to get off the couch. I was very confused and didn't know what to do. He must have sensed my fear and confusion because he suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me down on him again.
"Please daddy, don't" I whimpered. "Please don't," I cried softly. He didn't say anything. He just continued to move his hands on my body. I didn't know what to do. Suddenly he put his hand on my sweater and whispered, "You've got such nice tits Ann. I can't wait to suck them and squeeze them. But first you've got to tell me that you want my surprise."
I didn't know what to say. I was so mixed up. Somehow I knew what he was doing was wrong but he was my father and I trusted that he would never hurt me. I didn't know what he had in mind. "Yes daddy, I want your surprise."
"And you promise to accept it all, without hesitation? And you promise not to tell anyone, not even your sister?" I didn't want to dissappoint him so I promised to do everything he said.
After this he got up from the couch and picked me up in his arms and carried me into the bedroom. His arms were so strong holding me like that. I felt powerless to do anything. Once in the bedroom he laid me down on the bed and then walked over and locked the door.
He lay there for a moment, his eyes devouring my entire body. I wasn't sure what was going to happen when he suddenly reached his arms around me and pulled me towards him. He began kissing my virgin lips with a passion that I had never known. I started to tremble as his hands began moving and exploring my young body. I didn't know what he wanted me to do and he must have sensed this because he told me to just relax, that he would take care of everything.
I felt so secure being in my father's arms like that. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted. I was beginning to enjoy giving him this pleasure.
His hands began exploring my tits and I started to tingle all over my body. It was so nice having his hands squeezing my firm boobs. I didn't notice how worked up he was getting nor did I. yet know just what a surprise I had in store. Suddenly, my father grabbed at my sweater and pulled it over my head and with his free hand he grabbed at my bra strap and ripped it from my body. I was naked from the waist up with my father sucking and squeezing my big young tits. A thrill shot through my body right down to my virgin cunt. I had never known such pleasure before and didn't think there would be much more. I was wrong.
He continued to work at my tits with his mouth and with his free hands began to explore the virgin area underneath my skirt. First he began stroking the inside of my thighs with his finger tips. It was such a new and exciting feeling. All of a sudden he reached up to pull down my underpants. They got kind of tangled and wouldn't slip down easily so he just tore them from my body. As they ripped off me I could feel my cunt become exposed and I began to blush at my nakedness in front of my father. He started to stick his finger into me and I couldn't believe the sensation. He would move it slowly at first and then harder and faster. I thought I was going to explode. It felt so good to have my father doing these things to me. I couldn't believe that it was really happening.
All the time he had his finger in me he continued to suck my tits. I had never done anything with anybody before and I was still very scared at what was happening. But I didn't have time to worry long.
My father was still dressed at this time. He was still sucking my tits and finger fucking me. I was on my back and he was on his side. He reached up and grabbed one of my hands and pulled it down to his crotch. I can't really describe what I felt. I had never felt a prick before. And what a prick my father had. It was like a steel rod. I could feel it pulsating beneath his pants. It was hot and strong and I longed now to see what a real cock looked like.
He must have sensed my desire because he asked if I was ready for his surprise. "Do you want your surprise Ann?" I could hardly speak I was so wild with excitement. "Yes", I gasped. "Please let me see my surprise, I must see my surprise."
He commanded me to pull down the zipper of his pants. I was so excited I could hardly move my hand. Trembling and shaking with desire I moved to do as he said. Slowly at first and then as my desire increased I tore at the zipper. I couldn't wait to see and touch my father's incredible cock. Finally I managed to get the zipper all the way down. I pulled my hand away waiting for the big, hard, rod to appear. My father told me to stick my hand in and pull it out. He said it was too big to fall out by itself. I was afraid. I had never touched a prick before and the thought of touching my father filled me with fear and desire.
"Pull it out," he commanded. And I was powerless to do anything else but put my tiny hand on his huge cock and gently pull it out. I can't tell you what a thrill it was to touch my father's glorious prick. Once I started touching it I couldn't stop. When I looked down at it I couldn't believe my eyes. It was so big it came nearly to my elbow. And it was so thick that had I known what he wanted to do I probably would have died from fright.
"Suck it Ann" he demanded. "Suck your father's cock," he commanded. As he said this he drew my head towards his giant cock head. I couldn't believe what was happening. I could barely get the head of it in my mouth. He told me to play with his balls and jerk his prick as I held the giant head with my mouth. All the while he was finger fucking me and grabbing and pinching the nipples of my tits. My body was filled with spasms of delight. I was out of my mind with delight sucking and jerking my father's delicious prick while he was filling my cunt hole with his fingers. I was on the verge of passing out from delight when he told me to stop what I was doing and lay down again.
He placed a pillow under my ass and then he lay on me, in my virgin crack. I didn't know what he was going to do but by this time I almost didn't care. I felt such strange and wonderful feelings. My cunt was on fire and I didn't know what I could do to quench my desire.
Suddenly my father began lapping my cunt with his tongue and I nearly screamed from delight. "Suck it daddy, suck my virgin cunt," I screamed. I was delirious with pleasure. My own father sucking and eating my cunt. I couldn't believe it. I felt like a volcano ready to burst. I started to yell deliriously. "Oh daddy, suck me, suck me, please daddy suck my cunt." I couldn't stop. I was wild with desire.
Suddenly he stopped sucking and got up on his knees. He spread my legs as far apart as they could go. "Are you ready for my surprise Ann?" he asked breathlessly. "Oh yes daddy, please give me your surprise," I said. "Oh please give me the surprise," I implored.
"Grab my cock again Ann," he commanded. I thought he wanted me to suck his giant cock again. I reached down to touch it. I could barely get my hand around it. "Put it by your cunt Ann," he said. I did as he said because his voice had an urgency that I had never heard before. I became frightened by his tone. "Put it in your cunt Ann, don't hesitate remember your promise. Put it in your cunt."
"No, daddy, it's too big. It won't fit." I began to whimper now. I was really afraid that his huge cock would rip me apart. He grabbed my hand and forced it back to his prick and demanded that I do as he said. I took the giant cock and placed it to the lips of my fiery cunt. I could only manage the head in my virgin cunt. His prick filled my swollen cunt. I didn't know if I could take anymore than the head of my father's prick. "Please don't hurt me daddy, please don't shove that giant cock inside me. I'm afraid it will hurt me."
"Don't worry my darling daughter I won't hurt your beautiful virgin cunt. I just want to make you feel good. And remember you said you wanted my surprise and now I'm going to give it all to you." And with this he began to move his cock further into my virgin pussy. Slowly the head moved deeper and deeper and with each inch I felt my cunt open to grab more and more of my father's beautiful cock. I was filled with desire and I wanted all my father's cock deep inside me. I began to thrust my hips forward to help my father enter me. I thrust my hips to match the movement of my father's. But I still wasn't satisfied. I wanted it all and I knew that my cherry was in the way. "Please daddy stick it all the way in," I screamed. "Give me your whole cock, please daddy I beg you. Give me all your surprise. I want all of you inside me," I implored.
With this he began pumping faster, his movements growing stronger. I felt as if I would explode. He stopped moving and told me to move my cunt up and down on the shaft of his prick. I did as he wished, not for him but for me. I wanted to fuck with my father and now that I was I realized that I always wanted to do all of these things with him. I was thrusting my hips up and down for what seemed to be hours. I was delirious with excitement. The idea of fucking with my own father filled me with a crazy lust that I had never known.
Suddenly he began to pump me with his steel cock so hard and fast that with each thrust I could feel the wind knocked out of me. "Oh yes daddy fuck me, fuck your little girl, that's all I ever wanted. Fuck, shit, piss, suck, oh daddy it feels so good, fuck me forever," I screamed. I could feel his cock grow still harder and I knew he was about to come and the thought of my father's come inside me raised me to still higher pitches of excitement. Then, like some volcano exploding, I could feel his cock begin it's final pulsations. He was coming, and I was coming with him. "Oh daddy, oh daddy, oh fuck me," I screamed. Every part of my body was electrified. I could feel that hot come deep inside me. My father's come deep inside his virgin little girl's cunt hole. I fainted from the pleasure.
When I came to my father was in the living room. I just lay where I was, filled with the pleasures that had just taken place. My body tingled from the memory of my father's hands, lips and his glorious prick. I felt absolutely no regret over what had just taken place.
In fact, as I lay there I began to get hot again. I started to get out of bed, but I heard the front door open and close and then I heard the voices of my uncle and father talking.
I couldn't hear everything but I knew they were talking about me. I really didn't mind if my uncle knew. In fact, it kind of turned me on to think that my father thought I was so grown up. There was a knock at the door. I didn't say anything and closed my eyes again. The door opened up and I took a peek to see my uncle enter the room. I still didn't say anything, but I wondered what he was doing here.
He came over to the side of the bed and sat down next to me. I could feel his eyes exploring my naked body and I began to blush. I resigned myself not to say a word though as I didn't want to disappoint my father. The bed started to sag as the weight of my uncle made itself felt. He was lying alongside of me now. Suddenly I could feel his tongue brush the nipple of my left tit. I could feel my cunt hole start to get wet but I still didn't move. It was kind of nice just lying there not knowing what to expect.
I could hear the door open and close again and there were more voices in the living room. My uncle got up from the bed. But before he did, he stuck a finger into my cunt. I couldn't help myself and I could feel my cunt hole grab at his finger. A thrill of pleasure shot through my body.
I recognized the voices in the living room as belonging to my uncle, my father and two of my father's friends. I could hear my father saying that something wasn't right but I wasn't sure what it was they meant. The voices grew louder and then I heard the door open and close. I couldn't hear my father anymore. I think that he went out for something, at least that's what my uncle told me later.
I was still on the bed when the door opened again. I could feel the footsteps as they approached the bed. I opened my eyes. Something told me that I'd better. When I opened my eyes, I couldn't believe when I saw. My uncle and my father's friends were completely naked. I started to scream but my uncle threw his big hand over my mouth. I tried to escape from his grasp, but he was too strong. I was frightened and afraid that something bad was going to happen. It never occurred to me why they were in the house and I didn't know what to do.
My uncle didn't say a word. He just knelt over me and ordered me to take his cock in my mouth. I was scared to say no, but I couldn't do it. He asked me if I was afraid and I nodded yes. He told me that as long as I did what he said it would be all right. He said that my father knew and didn't mind, and that he had gone out for a little while and would be back soon. The other men just stood there rubbing their thick cocks back and forth. They had strange looks in their eyes that scared me.
"Come on, Frank, let's take her," one of them said to my uncle.
"Easy, easy," my uncle replied. "She's young and needs proper care."
I felt better when I heard this and relaxed a little. My uncle must have understood because he took his hand away from my mouth. "Now suck on my prick." As he said this, he moved the head of his prick up to my lips. I could feel the pressure against my still-closed mouth. Slowly he pushed his hard cock against my lips until they started to part. Little by little, the head pushed its way further and further into my yielding mouth. I couldn't stop his movement and the only thing I could do was open my mouth wider and wider to his advancing cock. He told me to relax and enjoy it. I began to suck his cock willingly and I could feel my cunt hole grow wet from the action in my mouth.
I couldn't see the other men from my position but I could feel the bed sag as they got on it. I loved it when my father and I were fucking and I didn't mind my uncle, but these strangers scared me. I could feel one of them exploring my cunt with his fingers. The other one was exploring my asshole with his fingers. He must have put on some kind of grease because I could feel it sliding in and out very easily. I was beginning to get very hot with all the different sensations. I started to really suck on my uncle's cock even more willingly. His huge cock was feeling my eager mouth and suddenly I was filled with the desire to have all these beautiful cocks in me at once. I was inexperienced and I knew that I had to put myself into their hands.
My uncle pulled his cock from my mouth. He told me to keep my eyes closed. I felt him move away from me and one of the other men took his place. His cock was so huge that when he shoved it in my mouth I could feel my mouth stretch. I longed to have them all in me at once. Suddenly huge hands were pawing all over my body. I'd never felt so small and insecure. I was just a plaything and I knew that they could do with me what they wanted. I had lost all control.
My body was vibrating and I began to moan softly. "Hey, she's really getting hot," one of them said.
"Oh, please fuck me," I begged. "I want all of your cocks. Please, please!" I didn't know what I was saying any more. All I knew was that I wanted to get fucked again and again. I knew that they could and would do whatever they wanted and this made me all the more hot. My pussy was drenched with cunt juice.
I felt my body picked in the air. I could feel one of the men underneath me. Another was behind me. My eyes were still closed and I could feel myself being gently placed over one of the men's hard body. I could feel his prick head underneath me as I was lowered onto it. As I went down I could feel the huge cock go deeper and deeper into my box. I felt as if I lost all control of my senses. I began to move furiously on the huge cock. I was drooling from my mouth. Suddenly there was a cock placed in my lips. I hungrily sucked it into my mouth. I took every inch of both cocks into my body. I couldn't get anymore in. I could hear myself moaning with ecstasy. I had never felt anything like this in my life.
I could feel my asshole burning from my excitement. All of a sudden there was a strange pressure by my bunghole. I could feel something pressing against it. The pressure increased and mixed with pain so that momentarily I focused my attention to my burning ass crack.
I couldn't believe what was happening. I had a cock in my mouth and one in my cunt and now there was one coming into my asshole. I was delirious with excitement. The pleasure from my mouth and cunt mixed with the pain from my raw ass was too much. I felt as if I were suspended by giant cocks from all parts of my body. I was moving on a sea of orgasm from every pore. My body was senseless to time and place. I could have fucked forever. I wished that I could have!
Somehow, though, through my orgasmic veil of delight I could sense that all three cocks were beginning to pulsate in their final orgasmic spasms. Quickly they throbbed and built to a fiery end. First the cock in my mouth came and my throat was filled with come. I started to swallow convulsively. I wanted more. The prick in my ass and cunt came at the same time and I could feel hot come pouring into my body through every channel I had. I was screaming out of my mind. I was drowning in come and loving every second of it. I could hear the men moaning in delight as my body drained their worthy cocks of every bit of come that they had.
After they had finished and their pricks lay flaccid I licked each of them in turn. Yes, even the one that had been in my ass and I sucked each of their balls in turn. I was hot and didn't ever want to stop fucking. I would do whatever these men wanted anytime and any place.
We continued to have these sessions over the months that followed. Sometimes, and these were really nice times, my father and I would stay up until late in the morning, after the others had gone, and fuck until we were both too exhausted to move.
My younger sister Marie never suspected or so I thought. But one morning about a year after our sessions started, she came into my room. I was still asleep. She crawled into bed with me and snuggled in close to me. I was awake but I didn't move. I wanted to ask her if anything was wrong but I realized she was just trying to keep warm with my body heat.
Marie was a very pretty little girl. Her blonde hair hung below her shoulders and her chest was just beginning to bloom with her young and firm tits. I could feel them pressing into my side through her nightgown as she lay beside me. I wondered if she knew anything about what was going on. I had often wondered but I never asked and she never offered anything on the subject.
Lost in my thoughts as I was, I almost didn't notice how heavily Marie was breathing. Her short heavy breaths were coming closer together and I felt her body tremble slightly as she clasped her arms about my hips more tightly. Poor Marie, I thought. She really has had it rougher than me since Mother left. There really was no one she could turn to since she had gone. And suddenly I felt very strong maternal feelings for her.
I turned to face her. Marie's eyes were closed and she was smiling like a little angel. I ran my hands through her soft, shiny hair and placed my free hand around her back and pulled her closer to me. Her eyes were open now and I could see that she was very content to lay next to me like this. I rolled her on her back and placed a leg in between her thighs. She closed her eyes again and through her beautiful smile, she asked me if I would kiss her. I leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead as I thought she wanted. As I did so, she picked up her head so that our lips were gently touching. I didn't realize it at the time but Marie had known about what was going on almost from the start. I realize now that she would hear us all the time. And that it was driving her young body mad with desire.
As we kissed, a strange wave of excitement swept across my tits and reached down into my cunt hole. It was a strange and glorious feeling and I know that Marie felt something, too. She began to moan softly as our lips hung together in our loving embrace. I could sense now that her young and soft body was beginning to burn with her own virgin passion. I knew that Marie had never been with anyone and the thought of being her first lover drove my cunt to burning with excitement.
I continued to kiss her as I placed my body directly over hers. I placed a hand on her nightgown and began to gently caress her tits. Her boobs were incredibly soft and pliant to my fingers. Her nipples strained through her flimsy nightgown, yearning to be squeezed and pinched. She spread her legs wide and I slid down so that our cunts were rubbing together. I could feel her cunt hair through the nightgown and it was driving me crazy with lust. I wanted to have her and I knew I would but I would be gentle with her.
Slowly I slid my head down to her crack and began to kiss and caress her cunt with my lips. Her legs spread wider apart. I could feel her fresh and virgin cunt grow wet with excitement. She had her arms by her head as if they were held by some invisible lash. Her hips rolled spasmodically from side to side as I continued to kiss her through the nightgown. Now I placed both hands at her hips and began to slowly push her gown up towards her stomach. All the time I continued to kiss and lick her sweet hole.
When the gown reached her hips, I stopped what I was doing just to look at my darling sister's crack. It was beautiful. There was a small blonde bush of hair growing on her mound and it looked like it was beginning to swell from her heat. I decided to remove her nightgown altogether and as I did so, I could see that she was blushing. I told her that it was okay, and I proceeded to take off my own clothes thinking that if she could see me, it would make her feel better.
Her small young tits were swelling with desire. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds and I could see that they were growing more distended all the time. I asked her if she wanted me to suck on her tits and she nodded yes without opening her eyes. I started to press the lovely buds between my lips, gently rolling them from side to side. First I did one nipple and then another all the time my own heat was growing stronger and stronger. Suddenly in a burst of lust I started to nip at her nipples with my teeth. This must have been what she wanted because she began to squeal with excitement. The harder I nipped the more she squealed.
I reached down with my hand to her crack and felt her tiny slit moist with her own juice. It was pouring from her hole and was very hot. She spread her legs wider and my finger shot into her fevered cunt. She began to roll furiously around from side to side. Her hips were moving in such a way that my finger kept moving deeper and deeper into her beautiful wet box. She wanted it all the way in but I was not ready to take her hymen yet. She was moaning and groaning for me to take her in any way I knew.
I moved my hand away from her cunt and moved my head down to her hole. As I did this I placed my own dripping box over her own sweet little mouth. I eased my cunt onto her face. I placed my cunt on her mouth and for a moment I felt her body grow rigid. Then she stuck her tongue in my crack and began to lick the walls of my honey pot. I told her to stick in her tongue as far as she could. I could feel her small tongue straining to do my bidding. I pressed my cunt into her face and she suddenly went wild with passion.
Then I took her legs and spread them still wider. Her young cunt had never been so exposed to my view. I started to lick her beautiful distended clit with my tongue and with each sweep of my tongue I could feel her passion mount. It was all I could do to maintain myself above her. She was moving wildly. I asked her if she liked licking my cunt and I could feel that even my words were driving her crazy.
I quickly moved from her as I felt that she was about to come. I ran to my dresser and with my back to her I placed the dildo around me. I wanted her to feel it all and wasn't going to miss this chance to take her completely. I came back tthe bed. She was still moving crazily, her own fingers buried deep in her snatch. I moved them away. And placed myself over her.
I slowly moved the head of the prick down to her crotch. I could feel her tense as she felt the strange object move along her body until it came to rest at her beautiful virgin hole. I pressed the cock into the burning oven. It wouldn't move very far into her small hole. I continued to press forward very slowly and deliberately. She was grabbing at the lips of her cunt trying desperately to make them take in this long, hard prick.
Slowly and steadily the cock drove deeper into her cunt. Slowly her box opened to receive it. All the while she was screaming and yelling to be fucked. "Oh, my, please do it. I can't stand it. Please, oh, please." Her words were driving me wild. Suddenly I drove as hard as I could into her. I could feel the prick move past her hymen into her real virginity. She screamed and I began to pull out thinking that I had hurt her too much. But as I moved to release her from this pleasure lock she reached her arms around me and pulled me back in. As she did so, she thrust her hips high into the air so as to aid the long cock's journey home. It still did not go all the way in and she pleaded to have it all. "Please, sister, fuck me. Oh, I love it. Please fuck my hole." She was thrusting her hips up and down and the long shaft was not long in filling her longing cunt. She was rubbing her box furiously up and down on the long thick shaft. All the while yelling for me to fuck her more and more.
I was so thrilled by my sister's reaction to all this that it was not long before we were both coming in waves of pleasure. I could sense her climax approach and her wildly moving hips drove to the brink of my own orgasm. We lay spent for an hour afterwards locked in each other's embrace, each taking turns at licking and kissing the other's pussy.
At this point I ended the session. It was near the time for Ann to go. I believe still that while the young girl was obviously very willing to recount every detail of her experiences she displayed almost no sense of remorse or guilt. This is very unusual in these situations.
It is possible though that her ability to deal with these sexual experiences in such a matter-of-fact way is to her credit. She seemed less agitated at the end of the session and she agreed to return the following week.
I feel that with her continued recounting of her various sexual adventures we will find the clue to her obviously uncaring attitude. And I expect that beneath this rather bland and coarse exterior, we will find the emotions normal to a young girl of this age.
CASE HISTORY SIX
Subject: Terri B. Age: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Terri was brought to me by her mother, a plump widow in her early fifties who was horrified to learn of her daughter's sexual appetite for young boys aged seven to twelve. Mrs. B. had first discovered Terri's predilection when she found her one morning in the laundry room of their apartment house, directing a young neighbor boy in the act of cunnilingus. Mrs. B. has since had cause, she states, to believe that Terri's experience in such acts is both extensive and compulsive.
Terri herself is a well-developed, attractive girl of fifteen, with sandy red hair and bright green eyes. She has shown no interest in dating boys her own age, Mrs. B. said, and apparently has little interest in older men, either-not even crushes on high school teachers or movie stars. Terri is an only child and has few friends of either sex, keeping to her room and reading most of the time, except for her assignation in the laundry room and elsewhere, which Mrs. B. fears are becoming more and more frequent.
Terri spoke frankly and openly to me about her experiences once her mother had left the room. She is an articulate and imaginative girl, but her straightforward and graphic descriptions left little doubt that what she was saying was true, not the product of vivid childhood fantasies based on the books she'd read. Significantly, I believe, she spoke calmly and without any sign of embarrassment.
I was nine. The first time that anything happened. Though I had been thinking about it for a long time before that. For at least two years, I'm sure. Sort of planning it. So it really wasn't any big thing when it happened. I mean, I'd already imagined what it would be like so many times.
And I did it. It wasn't his fault-Carlos. He was the Super's son, PR. With jet black hair and really flashing eyes. Light brown skin, very smooth. I'd been watching him for a couple of months and decided he was it. I really got excited thinking about it. He'd catch me looking at him and would kind of laugh, with his eyes.
He was ten, I think. A little older than me. Not much. One Saturday when Momma was doing the laundry, I noticed him hanging around, back by the furnace room. While Momma was putting the clothes in the dryer, I turned around and put my hand down on my pussy and squeezed it, real quick like, and gave him a big smile. He shivered and smiled back, touching his cock. Momma didn't notice anything, of course, but my pussy was hot as fire all the way up in the elevator. I was frantic for about half an hour, trying to think of what to do.
Then I thought of a plan. I told Momma that Grandma had called earlier, and she said to run to the store to buy laundry soap and that she had said it was very important. It was a lie, of course, but I knew that once the two of them got on the phone together, they'd be so busy gossiping that they'd probably never realize my trick. Also, Momma would be tied up for a good hour and would have to send me down to get the clothes out of the dryer.
It worked. My heart beat a mile a minute as I pushed the elevator button, thinking how nice it would be to feel Carlos' finger pushing into my hot, wet pussy instead. It was almost more than I could stand.
All the way down I was terrified that he would be gone, that he wouldn't be there any longer. But he was. Right by the door of the furnace woom where I'd seen him before. One look was all it took to show me he was as excited as I was.
I didn't even go into the laundry room to see if the clothes were dry. We went right in by the furnace, and he took me by the hand and pulled me around behind the furnace itself and down on some cushions which I guess he had brought in and arranged while he was waiting.
We were both breathing real fast.
"Oh, touch me, touch me," I squealed and he reached his hand up under my dress and felt me hard through my panties. His finger began to massage me and my pussy got wetter and wetter and hotter and hotter until my panties were soaked.
I reached out for him and started to rub his cock, which was hard and throbbing inside his jeans. He pulled his hand back and fumbled with his belt and zipper, pulling his pants down to just below his knees.
He didn't have any underwear on, but of course that wasn't what I really noticed. It was his cock, standing out, brown, erect and big-very big, I guess, for a boy his age. Anyway, it was absolutely luscious-looking.
I touched it and he shivered again, then pushed me down on the cushions, reaching back up to my dress to touch my hot sex, too. We lay like that for a minute or two, with me holding his throbbing meat and him pushing into my pussy through my panties, then he reached up and pulled them down real fast.
I was shaking all over by then. His hand came back immediately and his index finger pushed way up inside my honey pot. I think that was the first time I ever really came, although I'd played with myself a lot before. But this time the whole room exploded and I gushed all over his hand and arm and the cushions, and he was jacking off and crying out and spurting all over the cushions and me, too.
We lay there for a minute, then Carlos went and found some rags and we wiped ourselves as dry as we could. I told him I would meet him there the next day at one o'clock. Momma always went to visit Grandma on Sunday afternoon, and I didn't have to go if I had homework to do. And I certainly had some homework to do this week.
Carlos was almost fifteen minutes late. I was so hot for him that I had taken off all my clothes except my panties and was lying on my back on the cushions rubbing my titties when he came in.
"Sorry," he said in his broken English accent, "we have the dinner late after the Mass."
He stood in front of me in the shadow. There was only one light in the furnace room and it was a weak one hanging from the ceiling on the other side of the room. Carlos pulled down his jeans and took them all the way off. He smiled and moved toward me, looking brown and wonderful in just his white T-shirt.
I reached for his meat and determined to get a better look this time. He grinned broadly and leaned back, his arms behind his head. His cock was really a nice size-as I've learned since. He had every reason to be proud.
He reached down and pulled his foreskin back, revealing the tip, which was red and wet. I felt an uncontrollable urge to take it in my mouth, to lick the little red dot with my tongue.
First I reached out and ran my fingers gently along the length of his hard rod, then down to gently caress his balls. He already had quite a bit of hair, which was dark and spiraled, like that on his head. And his balls were large and dangling, not the hard little nuts like I found on so many others.
Carlos moaned as I played with his balls, then reached down, grabbing me by the neck and pulling my face up to his. He kissed me hard on the lips, pushing his tongue wetly into my mouth. I started to stroke his cock as his tongue went deeper and deeper.
Then suddenly I tore my mouth away from him and pivoted to where I was eye to eye with his throbbing dick. My tongue licked my upper lip for a long moment, then moved out to touch the red head of his wonderful meat. I tasted the clear white drop of liquid on the tip. It was sweet and salty, both at once. I moved my tongue around on the tip and Carlos began to squirm. My lips opened and closed around it, and I tasted more sweet saltiness. My fingers began to stroke his balls again and my lips went down over the pulled-back foreskin.
I felt his hot Spanish dick go further and further into my mouth, pushing firmly against my tongue, the roof of my mouth, the walls of my throat. Carlos began talking to me in Spanish and his hips began to squirm more and more on the cushions. He grabbed my neck gently and began to move my head slowly up and down on his warm, hard dick. My own pussy was oozing and aching and my whole body was trembling with the excitement of what I was doing for him.
He began breathing faster and faster as I continued my slow, steady pumping. I plunged the index finger of my left hand into my own bubbly honey pot, still stroking his balls with my right hand.
I began to tongue the folds of his foreskin each time my mouth moved up to the tip of the shaft, then I would hesitate there, more and more each stroke, really getting into what I could do with my tongue on the head and foreskin of his dick. Carlos got wilder and wilder, and then I felt his whole body stiffen and heard a sharp intake of breath. His hand pushed me gently but firmly all the way down on the shaft, and just as my chin touched his balls, he gave a long, muffled wail and I felt his come spurting hot and fast deep down inside my throat.
Since then I've read a lot about how most girls don't like to take a guy's load, about how it makes them gag and all. I don't really understand that. I really loved it from the very first time. The taste, the feel, everything. I can't understand how anyone could even think of spitting it out or anything like that.
Maybe it is because Carlos was so good and gentle with me, helping me along, never being forceful and rough. Or maybe it was what happened next.
I had started fingering myself faster and faster while I was sucking Carlos, but as soon as I had discovered how excited I could make him with my tongue, I guess I forgot all about myself and just began to concentrate on him. So when he shot his load, I hadn't come yet-wasn't even close, in fact, and just sort of lay back, very satisfied, really, with my head on his stomach. I loved the look of his Puerto Rican dick even when it wasn't hard.
After a minute or two, Carlos reached down and began to run his fingers through my hair. Then he pushed me back, gentle-like, on the pillows, and began to rub my nipples with just the tips of his fingers.
My nipples got real hard and my pussy started getting hot all over again. He kissed me once, then moved his head down and started to suck on the tips of my titties. I had just started to show at that age, though I wasn't wearing a bra yet. His tongue worked around on my nipples until my whole body was tingling. I had the feeling that maybe tonguing my tits like that had the same effect on him that tonguing his foreskin had for me.
He reached down for my pussy, but very gently this time, without putting his finger inside. Just rubbing around on the outside of my silk panties, then removing them and stroking me there, tickling the hair, touching the folds.
Then he drew his head back with a boyish smile and pushed himself up with his arms, to where he was looking down deep into my eyes. He said something in Spanish again that I didn't understand, then moving slightly down on the cushions, touched my knees with his palms. His fingers slipped under my thighs and lifted them up, until my knees were pointed upward. His hands then pushed out on the inside of my thighs, so that my legs opened wide.
He began to kiss the inside of my thighs softly. I could feel his curly hair brush against my right thigh as he worked his way down the left. My pussy was boiling hot and I trembled uncontrollably as he got closer and closer until his lips touched mine, his tongue slipping inside the tender folds and moving gently around. He found my clit immediately and began tickling it with fast little darts, separated by slow circling motions of the tongue back into the inside of my cunt, deeper and deeper.
Slow, fast, slow, slow, fast. He drove me absolutely wild, then suddenly he was gone!
I looked down, still trembling and very puzzled, to see why he had left me. He was smiling kindly and again spoke to me in Spanish, asking me some question, I think. My reply was to reach out for his curly black head and pull it back, hard, into my cunt.
Obviously I had answered his question, language gap or not, and he began eating me with renewed vigor and, as I know now, real finesse. He began moving his tongue all around the clit, just barely touching it, faster and faster, and then, just as I was ready to explode, he plunged back into my moist cavity, licking loosely and languidly around in there. I can still remember the slight roughness of his tongue, slowly discovering me there, then coming back to tease my hot little clit.
Finally he knew I was ready and brought me all the way home. My thighs pressed tightly around his head, and the curly hair brushed faster and faster on them, masturbating me into his mouth every bit as much as the pressure of his tongue on my clit. Later I could sometimes come just by fantasizing the feel of his hair moving against my thighs.
When I did come I screamed out loud, so loud in fact, that Carlos muffled my mouth with his hand for fear that someone would hear. The thick door of furnace room was closed tight, but still making too much noise would have been dangerous, especially if there had been anyone doing laundry just down the hall.
But luckily we were safe. We lay beside each other, frightened but happy, for several moments before we dared to move. I looked down and saw that Carlos' cock was hard again. We both giggled.
I began to squirm down on the cushions so that I could taste his hot tool again, but he pushed me down on my back instead, reaching out with his left hand to toy with my tits again, holding his palms out flat so that they glided gently over just the very tip of each nipple.
I moaned and relaxed completely, letting my legs fall open naturally, inviting him to use me however he wished. He took his stiff cock in his right hand and started stroking it slowly. I watched the foreskin glide enticingly back and forth over the wet red tip.
He stroked harder and harder, smiling at me through sharp intake of air. I pulled his hand away from my tits, and scooted down on the cushions to where I could cup his jiggling balls in my palm. He arched over me, supporting himself with his left hand, and breathing faster and faster.
"Oh, come on, baby. Come all over me. Shoot your hot juice all over my body!" I whispered excitedly, surprised that I even knew what to say.
Then he flooded all over me-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven hot spurts of gism, all over my body, on my nipples, in my hair, even in my eyelashes. He collapsed on top of me and we lay there, squished together with his come like a big peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
INTERVIEW TWO
I continued to see Carlos almost every day for about a month. It became almost like a ritual. First I would suck him off, then he would eat me out, then he would masturbate on me. Once he made me come with his mouth three times, almost without stopping, and sometimes I'd suck him off more than once, too. I really loved the feel and taste of his meat in my mouth. But best of all, I guess, I loved him tonguing my clit and then jacking off all over me.
I was very happy. And then one day as we were lying there together afterwards, he asked me if he could invite his friend, Pedro, the next day. I was a little skeptical, but I agreed.
I guess I just didn't like Pedro from the very beginning. He was like an intruder. And anyway he was different than Carlos. He was a couple of years older and much rougher. He was polite to me, but he just didn't treat me the same.
When I got to the room that day, Pedro and Carlos were both there, smoking grass. I think Carlos probably smoked pretty regularly, but he had never smoked anything with me and I respected him for that. Anyway, they were smoking.
"Hi, baby," Pedro said, right off, before we had even been introduced or anything. It was like he was being too familiar too soon.
But then he was really gorgeous-looking, on the other hand. Taller and heavier than Carlos, and very macho, I guess you would say. And I could tell that Carlos liked him a lot. So I really tried to like him.
We undressed and I could see right off that Pedro had a very big dick, quite a bit bigger than Carlos'. Pedro took hold of me right away and started sucking on my right tit. Then he grabbed my hand and pushed it down on his cock.
"Rub that cock, baby," he commanded, smiling darkly.
The meat did feel good, so I took it in my mouth, but it was so big that I could barely go halfway down on it. Pedro slammed it hard against the roof of my mouth.
"Suck it, baby," he insisted.
I tried working with my tongue, but he grabbed the hair at the back of my neck and tried to force me all the way down the big, throbbing rod.
"Take it, kid, take it all. Take all of my big dick. Eat it, you pretty little bitch."
I struggled free, gasping for breath. "No, I can't," I pleaded. "I'm sorry, it's just too big."
Pedro turned to Carlos, who had been standing playing with himself to one side of us. Lying back and rubbing his balls, Pedro commanded, "Okay, baby, you show the little cunt how it's done."
Carlos smiled sheepishly and bent down, quietly, taking me by the knee. My mouth slipped moistly over Carlos' large cock and began to gobble every inch of it inside my throat, gurgling and working on the plunging tip with the lower part of his tongue. Carlos' cock seemed to grow even more gigantic, both wider and longer, each time the lower end of the staff showed itself outside my excited mouth.
"Oh, suck that dick, honey!" Carlos whispered in obvious glee, pulling me around and slapping me hard on the ass. I then attacked Carlos' meat with renewed vigor at the blow, taking the meat deeper, faster, deeper, faster. Carlos began to tremble all over, then reached out and grasped me firmly by the cheek of my ass.
"Aaaahhhh!" Carlos screamed out, plunging his left index finger suddenly up inside my asshole.
Both of us were now trembling violently, and Carlos' hips were rotating wildly around my mouth on him. He grabbed my big clit and began to masturbate frantically, without my losing a stroke.
"Ahhh! Ahhhhhh!" Carlos panted desperately. Then, "Ahhh, caramba!" he exploded, convulsing fitfully deep inside my throat.
Carlos simultaneously shot a great arc of his own come all the way across the room, sizzling against the hot furnace.
Carlos fell back on his side, spent, totally exhausted. He smiled weakly at me. I had gone to lean flat back against the wall, absolutely glorified by the whole proceeding, I guess. I wanted to cry, but I was too shocked and angry to do even that.
Then Pedro stood up with a big grin. His erection was still massive. It didn't seem to have gone down at all. He stood there, feet apart, wide chest heaving, cock throbbing, balls dangling. "Well, which one of you is going to take this one?"
Neither Carlos nor I spoke. The furnace kicked on, and I shivered uncontrollably at the sound. The giant cock began to move toward me.
"I think I know where I want to plant this one," he laughed. "And I don't mean in some faggot's ass."
Pedro reached down and pulled me up to him roughly. He slipped both hands inside the front of my panties, stroking my V with his two index fingers, then, in a spurt of violence, ripped my panties into two pieces, off my body, and threw them nonchalantly into a far corner of the room.
I felt myself responding to his fingers almost in spite of myself. His fingers were much rougher than Carlos', but they knew their business, and they got me very hot.
Pedro bent down and began to tease my pussy with his tongue. He was much rougher than Carlos, but at first I sort of liked it. It turned me on more than I'd ever been turned on before.
He lashed his tongue deep inside me and began moving it wildly, quicky, roughly. Carlos had always been slow and gentle. My whole body began to ache and tremble.
Then, as quickly as his tongue had entered, it was gone. He sat back on his heels and let out a low laugh. He actually laughed at me.
I think I almost wanted to kill him at that moment. I didn't know where I was, what I was doing, even if there was anyone else in the room. All I knew was that I had to have that hot, raspy tongue back inside my cunt. Now, immediately, now!
"Are you ready to take it, bitch?" Pedro spat out.
"Oh, yes, yes, please! Eat me, Pedro, eat me! Eat my pussy, please. Spank me and eat me, please!"
"Cunt," he laughed, pushing me down on the cushions. "Did you really think I was going to eat out your dirty snatch?" He hovered above me for a long minute. "I'm going to fuck you, bitch. Fuck you within an inch of your life."
I can't even begin to describe to you how awful it was. He was so big and so rough. It hurt so much. I tried to cry out, but he muffled my screams. Carlos wouldn't help me, but instead kept kissing me all over while he fucked me, even running his tongue up inside my ass.
I thought it would last forever. Pedro was like a bull on top of me, squirming and squealing and biting me on the neck. I felt as, if my whole stomach were being ripped open by his mammoth dick.
At last he exploded, and I thought I was drowning from the inside in the waves of his fetid come. He pulled out and fell asleep on his side and I lay there crying, wanting to die, filled with a whole sea of his rotten, filthy semen.
INTERVIEW THREE
Terri was again rather calm and matter-of-fact by the time she came for our third and last interview. I told her to proceed calmly, to not give way to the emotionalism that had surfaced at our previous session. As it turned out, my caution was unnecessary, as we had indeed gotten to the core of our problem with the Pedro account.
They left me there, crying, by the furnace, and I never saw either of them again. I mean, I did see Carlos occasionally, around the building, but I refused to have anything to do with him after that. I was sure that he was nothing better than a faggot anyway. I could see that he had enjoyed himself more with watching Pedro than me. And anyway, he had betrayed me. With Pedro and to him, as well. I hated him almost as much as I did Pedro. I was glad when he finally moved away, about two months later, I didn't have sex with anyone, except myself, for almost two years after that. But then I started to really get horny again. My tits were really getting pretty big by that time, and I was menstruating and all. I really wanted a tongue in my pussy. And to suck a good firm, but medium-sized cock. Or have it come on me.
Most of the guys at school were just silly and didn't want to have anything to do with girls at all. The older high school boys were interested, but I didn't really like them. They looked too rough and crude, somehow.
But my little honey pot was ready, so I finally decided to go after this one sophomore, Danny Leroy. He was tall and gangly and played baseball. Catcher, I think. Anyhow, he seemed sort of nice, and the cock he showed in his jeans looked like about the size I could handle.
I guess that was about the last straw for me, as far as older guys are concerned. I met him in the park one night, under the big oak tree, having slipped out after Momma was asleep.
First of all, he was all thumbs. I could tell as soon as he put his hand in my pants that he didn't know my asshole from my cunt.
Then when I reached down to check him out, I was in for another surprise. Contrary to my prior speculations as to size, he was hung like a horse. What a difference a pair of underwear makes in terms of crotch bulge, I learned the hard way.
Once I had it out, however, there was nothing to do but to try to suck it, of course. Then came surprise number three-he was horrified.
"Don't do that, honey," he gulped. "Oohhhhh, that's dirty."
There was a new moon that night, and I'm glad he couldn't see the look of shock on my face. At that point, I just lay back against the tree and let him finger-fuck me until he got hot enough to want to stick it in me and then I just lay back and let him do that, too.
I hated it, though not quite as much as with Pedro. It didn't turn me on in the least. I never came, of course. I've never come when they fuck me.
There were a couple of older guys after that, including my faggot cousin, if you can believe that, but they were always too big or too clumsy or too fuck-happy. One guy even tried to fuck me in the ass, but I slapped the shit out of him and told him I'm no faggot, buddy. Head down to Greenwich Village if you want shit like that.
So, anyway, I started looking for younger kids. Even really young, like seven or eight. A lot of them couldn't even get an erection, but that was okay, too. We'd just play around a lot and rub each other and all, and sometimes I'd teach them to eat me. Some of them got real good at it.
Timmy Weinstein was the best, the kid that lives down the hall. I started having him over every Sunday afternoon about two years ago. We'd do our lessons together-like shit-while Momma visited Grandma.
At first we'd just fool around. I'd lick his balls and thighs and suck on his little dong for hours at a time. His little prick was funny-looking at first, then I realized it was the first circumcised cock I'd ever seen.
After we'd been at it for a while, he really got into eating out my pussy. I couldn't keep him away from it.
Then-and this is really kind of wild-right after he got bar mitzvahed, or whatever the hell it is they call it, he came over the next Sunday and had the biggest fucking erection I ever dreamed a little circumcised kid like him could ever possibly have.
"Oh, Terri," he kept saying over and over again. "Oh, look!"
After looking for a minute or so, I was ready to act, though. I hadn't had a really hot piece of meat in my mouth for a good long while now and I wanted to suck that stick silly, until it flooded my tonsils all the way up to my nose.
I slipped my lips open and gently about the tip. The head was hard and dry, much less juicy than uncircumcised cock, but it had a nice throb to it.
"Oh, Terri, ohhhhh!" Timmy moaned.
He had probably a good six inches, not gigantic, but big enough for a thirteen-year-old. I pivoted my head around a lot on my neck, the way I had seen Carlos do to my cunt, and Timmy squealed with pleasure.
I worked on him for about fifteen or twenty minutes, surprised that any guy would take this long to come, then remembering it was his first time. I increased my efforts and, again remembering Pedro, slipped my index finger up into his asshole, which I found surprisingly warm and moist.
Timmy's ecstasy increased to about double or triple, I guess. I started really sucking him fast, and with him that seemed to work better than the slow stroke and tongue routine. His breath was now hot and fast and his little anus was contracting excitedly around my finger, as if it was a mouth itself, gobbling away on a skinny little cock.
With a loud cry, Timmy shot his little load onto the roof of my mouth. It was small but tasty, and I was pleased to discover that at least circumcised cocks have the same general flavor.
Things went fine for a month or so, then Timmy decided he wanted to fuck me, just like all the others. It wasn't too bad at first, because at least he wasn't so large, but again it took him forever to come, and after a while, I had to push him off, his huffing and puffing and pumping to no avail disgusted me so.
I guess his masculinity was wounded by that, or some such shit, because I've only seen him twice since then, and both times he insisted on trying to fuck me, but could never come. I begged him both times to eat me out, or to let me suck him off, but he refused.
That's about it, I think. Except for the time this girl, Mary Louise, who's a year older than me, invited me to spend the night with her. I don't have a lot of friends, actually-most people bore me-and she's real smart and all, reads poetry and everything. So I thought, sure, why not?
I never dreamed she'd turn out to be a dyke, but as soon as the lights were out that night, there she was snuggling up against me.
"Hey, what's going one?" I asked, still thinking she wasn't really a dyke, but had done it by accident or was just cold or something. Anyway, I blurted out, "What're you trying to do, bump pussies with me or something?" And she got real quiet. I guess I really grossed her out, since she's real poetic and sensitive and all.
A few minutes later I heard her crying and then I really felt pretty bad.
"Hey, what's the matter?" I asked.
Her voice was very quiet when she spoke. "It's just that I really do like you, Terri. Very much."
That made me feel sort of all soft and buttery inside, so I reached out to sort of pat her on the shoulder, but my hand landed right on her tit instead. It was real hot and hard, and she moaned and grasped me to her. Next thing I knew, I was sucking on her nipples, playing little tattoos on them with my tongue, and her fingers darted out right under my gown and straight for my cunt. She was real gentle, and she knew exactly what she was doing. I mean, it was like she was putting her finger into her own cunt. It was like masturbating, except you could share it with another person.
It was the same with her lips and tongue. They seemed to know me, know my own lips and tits and cunt like no other lips since Carlos', the horror. She made me come five times that night, and then three times without stopping the next morning. It was fucking terrific in the morning. I'd never come in the morning before.
But I couldn't do anything to her, except play with her tits a little. They were fantastic tits. But I couldn't bring myself to kiss her back. I mean, she was a girl, just like me. Even if she was a dyke. I mean, I couldn't do those things to her. I'm just not like that. I'm not one one of those-what she is.
Maybe I shouldn't even have mentioned that at all. It really doesn't have anything to do with anything. Let's just forget I brought it up, okay?
CONCLUSION
In reviewing the case, I spoke separately to both Terri and her mother, advising them each that Terri must now try to learn to live with her sexual inclination as best as she can, rather than attempt to change or repress them.
Terri's problem clearly stems from having been taken forcibly by an unsympathetic male at an early age-in a very real sense, a kind of rape. In her case, the problem was further complicated by having the man-boy-she loved and trusted stand by and let the traumatic experience happen to her and, equally traumatic, to allow himself to be similarly taken advantage of in front of her.
This has led to Terri's being frightened of over mature masculinity, particularly men with large genitals. But it has, conversely, presented for her the possibilty of meaningful relationships with not highly masculine men-including impotent men-or with members of her own sex.
Terri's problem is extremely deeprooted. While radical therapy of one sort of another might conceivably make her capable of participation in a so-called "normal" relationship, it is my personal opinion that the wiser course of action for her would be to seek a weak male or lesbian relationship, either of which seems likely to satisfy her sexually and emotionally.
I have tried to convince both Terri and her mother that whatever embarrassment or "shame" this sort of "unconventional" arrangement might entail is of far less significance than the relief it would provide.
Both Terri and Mrs. B. seemed quite willing to consider the suggestion as the most logical course of action under the circumstances.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
Subject: Mary J. Age: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Mary came to me with a very unusual problem. She was an attractive girl, with long dark hair and a good figure. But it seems that because of a bizarre incident that happened to her when she was thirteen, she was having trouble coping with boys her own age. The incident which Mary tearfully related to me left an emotional scar which made normal sexual and emotional activities difficult for her.
Mary never knew her real father. Until she was twelve she was raised by her mother, Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith worked nights as a chambermaid and cleaning woman in one of the two motels in a small town where Mary was raised. Mary never knew why, but sometimes, she recalled, her mother would not return home until the next morning. One day, when Mary was twelve years old, her mother brought home a man who had stayed at the motel. Her mother married him that afternoon. Mary told me what happened during the next five months.
"Well, doctor, I got along with my stepfather for a while, but he really had the hots for me cause I was so young and built. My stepfather was a real prick. He would sleep the whole fucking day. He made my mother clean the whole fucking house and I had to do all the errands while the lazy sunofabitch slept like a damned rock. My mother would be totally wiped out by the end of the day, but then she had to go work at the motel. My fucking stepfather never paid a cent to support us. In fact, about the only time he came up with some bread was when the motherfucker ran out of booze for himself. I don't even know where he got the money. He must have hustled some old woman for it, cause he sure as hell never took a decent job.
Anyway, it wasn't long before he got tired of waiting around all night doing nothing but drinking. Pretty soon, he started watching me.
Most of the time I would stay outside with my friends until it got dark. Then I would come in and go to bed. My room was in the back of the house. It was almost like a shed where we used to store stuff. There was almost no light in there at night and it was too small for anything besides my bed and a dresser.
One night my stepfather came in while I was sleeping. I couldn't even tell who it was at first and I started to scream. But he put his big, hairy hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. It wouldn't have made any difference, since we were really far away from the next house anyway. He told me not to scream, 'cause it was only him. I was scared though, and I didn't move a muscle. His other hand began stroking my hair.
I guess I musta been scared out of my mind, because I don't even remember exactly what happened next. He took his hand away from my mouth and bent over and kissed me right on the lips. I was frozen. His lips were raw and rough against my mouth. He smelled horrible. The stench of liquor and chewing tobacco almost made me sick, but I was so petrified that I couldn't move or say anything.
I only had a thin nightgown on. In the dim light I could tell that my young body was really having an effect on my stepfather. His hands began moving down the front of my neck. My firm young tittie mounds were jutting out like fucking lighthouses. It was like my voluptuous young body had a mind of its own, telling my stepfather where to feel me up, begging him to put his rough, huge hands all over me.
"Please daddy, don't," I whimpered through my lips which were crushed against his. He held me in a strong grip with one hand on my head and the other now fully gripping my right tit. He tightened his grip on my large tit and squeezed the pleasure mound brutally until tears welled up in my eyes. As his hands continued to feel my body up, he released his mouth from my lips and told me that since I was his daughter, he had a right to certain satisfactions from me. He told me that he was not going to hurt his pretty little daughter, but he might have to teach me to have a little respect for my father. All he wanted was for me to be a dutiful little girl and do everything I was told. Otherwise, he told me in a low, menacing voice, he would have to teach me to obey my father with a spanking.
It was really weird, but when he said that to me, in that threatening way, I got a grip on myself a little better and just started feeling like he was really going to protect me and not hurt me. It was crazy, but I just felt like a little girl who had to do what her daddy told her. I just didn't think about his hands on my tits or his horrible odor and rough lips or anything. I just started letting him do whatever he wanted to.
He told me to be a good girl and get out of bed so he could see me better. I stood there for a few minutes, shivering in the cold while he tried to see me as best he could. He told me to turn around slowly, which I did. I had my back to him. "Take off your gown, Mary." I had no choice, of course, but to obey. I knew he would give me a good spanking if I refused and I guess I thought it would be okay to undress if I had my back to him. I musta thought that he wasn't really even looking at me, or something. I just pretended that this whole thing wasn't even happening.
I lifted the nightgown over my head and dropped it at my feet. The cool night air felt stimulating against my naked breasts and flat, girlish belly. My shapely body trembled a little in the cold. The next thing I knew, my stepfather was close behind me. I felt his cock push against my body. He told me to turn around so he could get a better look at me. I obeyed him without thinking. It was then I saw his cock. He had pulled it out of his pants while I had my back to him. His cock was huge, or at least it seemed big to me. I was standing so close to him that the massive prick rubbed against my lower belly.
"Stand up on the bed," my stepfather ordered me. He got me to stand straight and my virgin pussy was almost level with his head. He moved his lips toward my crotch and began kissing the pubic area. Low grunts emerged from his lips and as he pushed his tongue up against my pussy-lips I began to feel a ripple of sensations run up and down my spine like I never felt before. I knew what he was doing, all right, and it scared the hell out of me. But I couldn't stop him and my body was beginning to warm up in the way that a full-grown woman's body does. I was at that threshold of age between being a little girl and being a woman. My stepfather knew that I would obey him like a little girl but he also knew that my body would begin to obey him the way a woman's body obeys the demands of sexual pleasures. My stepfather knew all this and took good advantage of it, too.
He jammed his mouth up against my love hole with increased ardor, tonguing and kissing my pussy and bringing wave after wave of hidden pleasures to my body. I stood stock-still, trying to ignore what was happening, trying not to respond, not to breathe. But my body was giving me away and in a few minutes my stepfather's love-making was rewarded with a gush of lubricating juices from my cunt hole. I begged him to stop. I wished my mother was back. I hated her for not being there. I began to cry like a baby.
My stepfather reacted quickly. He yanked me down hard off the bed and told me to stop crying or he would really give me something to cry about. But I couldn't stop. I just kept on bawling like a child, which I was. I guess that really bothered the cruel motherfucker because he started slapping me across the face. He hit me five or six times, bouncing my head back and forth like the pendulum of a speeded-up clock.
I would have cried even harder if he hadn't grabbed me by the hair and jammed my head down to his huge penis. He forced me to my knees and pried my lips open. After that face-slapping, I didn't resist much anyway. He stuck his hard cock right into my mouth and there I was, helpless teenager, kneeling in front of her own stepfather in a dark room in the back of an empty, isolated house, sucking the man's cock like a little baby sucking on a pacifier. My stepfather had hours to play with me until my mother came home. And I realized that he was going to use every hour to the fullest.
My ruthless stepfather worked my head back and forth over his sex organ, pumping my mouth faster and faster and trying to work the big tool right down my throat. I almost choked to death. It was so disgusting that I wish I had choked. My knees were aching from kneeling on the splintered, hard wooden floor. My naked body rocked back and forth in obedient response to the way my stepfather pulled my head. His big hands gripped my head like a vise. He would pull my wide-stretched mouth back just to the head of his cock, leaving only the very tip of the massive organ between my clinging lips. Then he would pull my face toward his belly and at the same time, thrust his hips forward with a low, animal moan that filled the silence in the room. He would work his cock back and forth in my mouth like that again and again, each time sticking the saliva-covered penis deeper into my trapped mouth. He repeated the mouth fucking two more times before the morning, but this first time was by far the worst for me.
My cheeks puffed out as he shoved the cock into my throat and I was forced to suck the organ as he pulled my mouth back down the length of the stiffening, pulsating shaft. It seemed like hours went by as I continued servicing my stepfather in this way. Finally, I felt his giant organ throb even larger and my stepfather gave a long, low moan as he jammed his sex organ even deeper into my mouth. He shook all over and his knees bent a little as his orgasm gripped him the way he was gripping my head.
A great gob of sticky come-juice spurted into my mouth and coated my throat and tongue. I closed my eyes and tried to will myself to die. The horrible-tasting fluid continued to jet out of the penis that was jerking wildly between my lips, until my entire mouth cavity was filled to overflowing with the sperm of the man who was using me as a recepticle for come.
I tried not to swallow the large gobs of sperm in my mouth because I hoped that I could spit it out on the floor as soon as my stepfather pulled his prick out of my mouth.
My stepfather had other ideas, though. He quickly pulled his semi-erect cock out of my mouth and yanked me to my feet. I didn't have enough time to spit out the come that was still in my mouth. My stepfather looked at me coldly. "Swallow it, Mary. From now on you must chew and swallow whatever I tell you to, do you understand. Whatever I put in your mouth, you must take. You must always obey your father, Mary. Now, you must swallow the good food that I have put in your mouth. It's good for you, Mary, because it came from your daddy."
I felt like a helpless little infant when he said it to me. I knew he would hurt me badly if I did not obey him. I began to believe that I had to do what he told me because he was my stepfather and I guess I was able to live through that ordeal because I forced myself to think I was a little child obeying my father. I tried not to think about the horrible truth: my well-developed womanly body was, in fact, giving the sexual pleasure to a grown man as only a fully developed woman's body could. I was torn in two. The only way I could survive the perverse attacks that my stepfather was making on my naked body was to withdraw into my imagination. I began to imagine I was a child. Meanwhile, my stepfather was as excited as ever and ready to fuck me in every possible way until morning.
Since my stepfather's cock was not yet ready for another assault on my love holes, he decided to make me lick out his asshole in the meantime. In a few seconds he had pulled his pants off and told me what he wanted me to do. I begged him not to force me to stick my tongue up into his ass. I just couldn't do it. I was whining like a little child, and even grabbed hold of his leg with both arms. I was clinging to him, collapsed like a rag doll on the floor completely at his mercy. I begged again and again. This only made my stepfather angry. He kicked me hard away from him. I was sprawled on my back on the floor, weeping uncontrollably. My stepfather kicked me in the side with his heavy boot like I was an old tin can on the street. I heard him start to laugh sadistically as he kicked me again and again in every exposed area. I thought he would kill me, but he kicked me only hard enough to give me tremendous pain. He was careful not to break any bones. I writhed in complete misery beneath his boot. After a while, he stopped kicking me. But he wasn't finished. He wanted to show me that I had to obey his commands as a slave obeys her master. He rolled me over on my back with his foot and placed the heel of his monstrous boot on my right tit. Shifting his weight, he brought the toe of the boot right down across the exposed nipple of my other boob. I groaned and cried out from the aagonizing pain. He shifted more weight to his foot, crushing my well-developed knockers down to my chest. There was absolutely nothing I could do. With sadistic pleasure, my stepfather was teaching me to obey, to be his slave for anything he wished. He was breaking me like a wild animal is broken and tamed. His eyes seemed to glow in the dark as the sadistic man crushed my tits flat down on my small chest. He was caving in my chest with his heavy boot. I couldn't breathe. My body writhed and squirmed under the horrible pressure of my stepfather's endless punishment. My nipples were being painfully squashed for what seemed like hours. It was an unbelievable torture. My chest was being used like an old door mat. My stepfather was going berserk with power. He leaned almost the entire weight of his massive six-foot body on the leg that was pinning me mercillessly to the cold wood floor. I had no breath left even to scream. I lay panting while my stepfather worked his foot down on my boobs. He ground my right knocker with his heel as if he were putting out a fucking cigarette. I couldn't stand much more pain, but my stepfather was starting to get a second hard-on as he punished my throbbing tits. He kept it up and was even getting ready to fuck me while he flattened my womanly pleasure mounds with his grimy boot.
In a way I was lucky because he forgot all about making me lick out his asshole. With a roaring hard-on, he decided to jerk off using my body as a receptacle for his load of hot come again. He yanked me to my feet and threw me on the bed. I had no resistance left in me after the ordeal I had just been through. I couldn't even cry anymore. My stepfather ordered me to get on all fours. I obeyed instantly. My tender ass jutted high in the air m front of him. Suddenly, my stepfather shoved his finger up my tiny shit-hole, making me jerk forward in surprise and pain. "Stop moving, bitch." He commanded, and slapped my rear three or four times with the flat of his hand.
.He worked his finger into my ass for a few minutes and then stuck another finger in beside the first. He stretched my tiny asshole wide with his finger, forcing me to hold my body in a kneeling position to make it easy for him to fuck me in the ass. My ass must have really been the greatest little hole my stepfather ever shoved his cock into. Since I was only a young girl, it was small and very tight. My head was starting to ache and I felt like some discarded dish rag that had been used to wipe up the floor. My stomach was turning. I musta been a pretty healthy kid then because I somehow didn't throw up. I think I had a stomach of iron when I was young. I remember that I could eat almost anything and not get sick. But I almost threw up that night, what with all the come my stepfather jerked off in my mouth. He must have shoved that prick into my mouth two or three times, not to mention all the fucking he did in my back hole. He was really fucking me over good, the bastard.
All I could think about was when would my mother get home. I wished she would take a chair and bash in my stepfather's skull. The bastard was so perverted and drunk that he didn't even know which hole his prick was in half the time. He was shoving his cock into my ass one minute and the next minute he was grabbing my head by my long hair and jamming it down on him for more sucking. There wasn't a fucking thing I could do. I couldn't even cry after a while. I just lay there and let him run his grimy, ugly hands all over my well-developed body. I guess he was thinking I was 20 years old or something; I was certainly well built for my age, and the motherfucker took advantage of it, all right.
He didn't give a shit that I was only thirteen years old. In fact, I just turned thirteen that month. I thought I was really growing up, you know. Like, I would put on make-up and shave my legs, even though there wasn't really anything much to shave. I would look at all my mother's old pictures and try to fix my hair the way she used to when she was younger.
But I was still only thirteen, and my stepfather just didn't give a shit that I might be screwed up for the rest of my life after what he did to me. I mean, it's a horrible thing to get raped even when you're older and have a lot of sex experience. But I guess I won't ever be able to forget any single detail that happened that night. It was burned into my mind forever. I still wished my mother had killed the bastard when she came home.
I only wish the damned prick had passed out from all the fucking he was giving me and I would have smashed his skull myself.
I don't know how long my stepfather rammed his cock into my ass. I had to keep my bottom high in the air and kneel in front of him like a dog. Every time I started to collapse on the bed from the strain, my stepfather reached down to my big boobs which were hanging like melons jiggling under my chest. He would grab one of my nipples and twist it almost all the way around. I screamed when he did that. But I knew what he wanted. After he did that to me a few times, I kept my ass back up against his cock for as long as he wanted to fuck me and that was a long time. He nearly twisted my nipple right off my fucking breast whenever he didn't like the way I was letting him fuck me.
I could hear him grunting like a pig and cursing me using every obscene word that was ever invented. He would scream out that I fucked twice as good as my mother and that he was an idiot for wasting his hot come on the old biddy. His words burned my brain like a branding iron. He called me every obscene name he could think of at the same time that he was stuffing every inch of his meat into my tender, aching butt-hole. It was bad enough that he was getting his jollies and cursing me out at the same time. But I just couldn't stand the things he was saying about my mother. He started yelling at me that my mother was only a two-bit whore who wasn't worth the come that all those men who fucked her shot. He yelled that she was probably being fucked at the motel right now, and how he would love to see her face if she knew what he was doing to her pretty little girl right now.
He shouted at me to kneel up higher. I had no choice. The bastard liked to shove his shit-covered cock into my ass at an angle. That made it doubly painful for me. Every time he made me move my ass up higher for him, it was only to give him more of an angle and give me more pain. I could feel his cock scraping the walls of my sore ass. He even tried to stick his finger into my ass next to his cock. I almost passed out from the incredible pain. Luckily, he got to the point of orgasm before he forced my anus to spread wide enough to take his finger in as well. But the motherfucker didn't even come in my ass.
I guess he didn't want to lubricate my bung-hole too much. He liked to shove his prick into a nice tight and dry ass hole, which mine certainly was.
Anyway, just as my stepfather got close to coming, he pulled his prick out of my ass and forced me to suck it while he got to the point of orgasm. There was a thick layer of my own shit on his cock. The stench made me nauseous. I tried not to think of what was in my mouth. He continued to fuck me in the mouth just like he was still in my asshole. The guy was out of his mind. I was miserable while he probably didn't even give a shit if he came or not. He was like a machine that had gone out of control. It was like he was stuck and kept ramming his cock into different areas of my body like a piston that just keeps going and going. There didn't seem to be any limit to my stepfather's drunken fucking ability.
The coating of shit came off on my lips and tongue and coated my teeth. The shit mixed with my saliva. I couldn't swallow it. It just stuck to parts of my mouth waiting to get mixed with the gobs of come-juice that were going to flow into my mouth any minute.
Finally I felt my stepfather shudder and thrust deep into my throat. I felt almost grateful that he was going to empty himself into my mouth at last. I thought he would leave me alone after that. Even at thirteen years old, I knew that a man can't go on like my stepfather did for very long without falling apart or having a heart attack or something. But I had never dreamed that this one man would have enough lust and liquor in him to keep on fucking me all night like that.
I pumped my mouth back and forth over his shit-covered prick for a long time until he started shooting another load of hot come down my throat. This time I swallowed it as soon as it filled my mouth. I tried to rinse my mouth with it to get the shit swallowed too. I couldn't stand the taste of my own excrement in my mouth. But the taste of my stepfather's gism stayed in my mouth also, and I couldn't do anything but swallow as much of his sperm as I could. There was quite a lot of it too.
My body broke into a cold sweat after that. I was catching fucking pneumonia from having to service my stepfather naked in the cold, damp back room all night My stepfather still had his flannel shirt on. He didn't even finish taking off his pants, in fact. He just let them drop low enough so his prick would wave out there in the cold air like a flagpole. I was sick for several weeks after that, in fact. I could have died from exposure and triple pneumonia, for all my stepfather cared.
But the bastard just didn't care what happened to me, just like he didn't care what happened to my mother when he split. He just liked to get his cock sucked off by my mother and a thirteen year old girl who was too young to fight back. Oh, he really used that "obey your father" bullshit to the hilt. After a few minutes, though, it was pretty clear that I was being just plain raped. No two ways about it. I was being brutally forced to submit to the most degrading rape of my virgin body by my own stepfather. It was horrible.
After my stepfather shot his whole load of come into my mouth after he had just gotten his kicks by fucking me in the ass, he seemed to settle down a little. I lay there on the bed, aching all over and moaning pitifully. I saw my stepfather's wet cock deflated and shrunken. His balls hung down in shriveled sacs that looked disgusting. They were the same heavy balls that had sent all that come shooting out of his prick into my mouth. I hated them. I hated to even think of them. But I couldn't look away. I just stared at my stepfather's crotch remembering that my face had been trapped in his cock-area for I don't know how long. The memory of his heavy, come-filled balls slapping against my chin as he pulled my head repeatedly down on his long, thick cock shaft seared my brain. I couldn't turn away. I was trying to avoid thinking what my stepfather would force me to do next. Would he make me eat out his asshole? Luckily, he had changed his mind before, or forgotten all about it. I hoped he would fall asleep from all the fucking he had given me. I looked at him again. His face relaxed a little, or so I thought. He looked down at me like I was a prize cow. He even reached out and began stroking my hair the way he did in the beginning.
I shrunk back away from his hand. My stepfather shook his head sadly, like he was starting to feel some pity for me at last. He just spoke to me about how pretty I was, and how young. He almost tried to calm me down a little by telling me what a good girl I was, and that he didn't mean to hurt me because I was his little girl. If I wasn't so totally traumatized by the ordeal he had just put me through, I would have laughed in his face.
The man was insane. This sounds unbelievable, I know, but I swear on my mother's memory that it's the whole fucking truth. I swear to god that even when my stepfather was stroking my hair and saying all those nice things to calm me down, his other hand was at his cock, stroking and rubbing the limp organ and getting himself all excited again. His eyes weren't even looking at me. He was staring off into space and talking about how lovely somebody was. After a while he wasn't even talking about me anymore or even about my mother. The pervert was imagining some other women. Maybe he was thinking about some other young girls he had raped and sodomized. The guy was incredible.
I suddenly realized that he was getting himself all hot and bothered again, and that I would have to provide a mouth, or an ass or even my virgin cunt for his cock to spew its hot load of endless come into. I was rigid with fear again. His hand was still gripping my head, much harder now.
I remember being fucked in the ass again. My stepfather even tied me spread-eagled to the bed to keep me from running away when he got hungry and went into the kitchen for something to eat.
When he came back, he liked the way I looked, all helpless and tied down like that. The motherfucker had just finished jerking off in my ass, so his big cock was limp again. But that didn't keep the old bastard from humiliating me even more horribly than he had already. He stood up on the bed at my feet, towering over me like a master looking down at a slave who had done something wrong andnow was about to be punished. Before I even realized what he was going to do, he reached down and took hold of his cock and aimed it right at my face. A stream of hot piss jetted out at me. I tried to turn away. The bastard stopped pissing in my face for a minute so that he could reach down with his other hand and smack me hard across the face. "Open your mouth wide, slut," he screamed at me viciously, "and drink my piss or I'll break your fucking jaw." When he had emptied his bladder all over my face and in my mouth, he got himself a beer and sat down to drink it while I lay helplessly tied in a piss-soaked bed, waiting for him to decide what other pleasures he would take from my body before my night-long rape was finally finished....
I didn't have to wait verylong for what he did to me next.
My mother was still not home and he was still horny and drunk after he was through pissing in my face.
He made me get down on all fours and he walked around me. He was inspecting me like a cattle farmer would inspect a prime head of beef.
I was afraid of him and I knew that he could do certain things that could really hurt me for a long time. Brutal things, I mean. He could maybe hit me so hard that I'd never be able to think straight again like the way it happens to boxers that get punch drunk.
He walked around and looked up my ass and spread my ass cheeks really wide and made sure that I was clean and everything and then he started doing even worse things to me. He started to lick and suck my asshole. To tell you the truth I was really scared. Almost too scared to say anything.
So I just kneeled there on all fours and hoped that he wouldn't do anything really crazy.
He started out really slow and easy and then he got harder and harder on me until I thought that I was going to shit in his face. But that never happened. But I did feel like my bowels were going to move or something. His gongue started probing really deep into my asshole and after a while I was bucking and grinding my ass against his face.
It started to feel really good and the sensations that ran through me were great. But the fact that he was giving them to me were making me want to, puke at the same time. My head was swimming with this terrific feeling and after a few minutes he started to move to the front of me.
His mouth started digging into my cunt and he bit at the cunt lips and the clit that was already hard and stiff from before. But this time he was more gentle. He was licking me like he liked the taste and the feel of my cunt in his mouth and the manner in which he did that was certainly exciting. But the fact still remained that it was this almost monster that was doing that to me. I could not reconcile the two things in my own mind.
How could a man that was treating me so brutally just a little while ago be treating me so nice now. It felt so good that I spread my legs wide for his mouth. "You like that, huh?"
I moaned back at him. Letting him know through the noises that I was making with my mouth that I was liking it.
"You little slut," he then said viciously and took a mean bite out of my cunt.
The two sensations of pleasure and then pain was getting more and more confused in my body and mind. They were like two sides of the same coin. One brought the other along just by the fact that it was there.
What I mean is that when it felt good he made me hurt a little. And then, when it felt bad, he's slow down on biting and then just it got to the point where I was liking the both of the feelings at the same time and I didn't care which ones he was doing to me.
My head was swimming by this time.
While he was sucking on my cunt like that he was also grabbing at my tits with his cruel hands. He was squeezing and pulling at the nipples with his fingers and then tearing them almost off my body.
But that too, in its odd way, felt wonderful.
It was a feeling that I could not understand and I begged him for more and more by the time that I was coming.
And believe me, doctor. I did come many times.
I shuddered from head to toe with the feelings that threatened to rip me in two. The fluids that escaped from me coursed down my legs and thighs and he licked them up as they spurted out of me.
CONCLUSION
This young girl has been through a terrible ordeal at the hands of the man that married her mother. It was a shocking experience and something which I fear could ruin the rest of her life.
I advised her to tell her mother the incident and hoped that this awful man would leave their house for good. I also called the local police and recounted the awful tale. They informed me that measures would be taken to have this man locked up for his violent and cruel mistreatment of children.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
As we have seen in these cases the sexual response of some people can be a frightening and a bewildering thing. It can lead to crimes of violence and agression that can leave young females in a state of complete shock and fear.
When an older man, who should be in control of his sexual drives, sexually abuses a young female terrible consequences can ensue. The young girl can be left with a terribly distorted notion of what sex and sexuality is truly all about.
They will have a great deal of trouble adjusting themselves to normal relationships in the future. After such terrible experiences they become to a certain extent, disillusioned about life in general and sex in particular. This can lead to still other complications the results of which will not be seen in years.
In order for the experience to be totally worked out of their systems counseling and medical advice will sometimes be necessary.
I have no doubt that most of these young girls will eventually go on to productive, happy lives. For the unfortunate others they will forever live with the terrible encounters which will shape their attitudes and feelings for as long as they live.
