Since I myself am a Black man, I am in a position to observe the sexual habits of my Black patients from a vantage point much closer than any white doctor would ever be allowed to get. And since I am a Black psycho-sexual analyst, I am one of the few men in the country who treats exclusively Black patients for their sexual problems.
Perhaps the most flagrant and colorful sex offender in the United States today is the rapist. In particular, the Black rapist is a man whom few women ever hope to meet, yet few can ever forget once they've made his physical acquaintance.
I have talked with and studied Black rapists for several years in the course of my medical studies in New York, Detroit and Los Angeles. I have interviewed scores of rapists and have talked with dozens of women, both black and white, who have had their clothes torn off and their vaginas savagely penetrated by the erect penis of a Black rapist. From these countless interviews, I have drawn together five authentic case histories which will hopefully answer one basic question for the reader: Why is it that some Black men must rape?
Essentially, some Black men rape for the same reason that other men (usually of lesser sexual drives) must marry and remain "true" to only a single woman. Black rapists rape because it is the only way in which they can attain sexual satisfaction.
To the rapist, there is a thrill involved with forcing a servile and humiliated woman to spread her legs apart as he pusher his penis into her vagina. If the vagina is tight and unarroused for sex, often the rapist enjoys it even more. For the thrill for the rapist is the forcing of his will upon his female victim.
To the rapist, the female is an object which is essential to the intense desire which he senses between his legs. When the phallus of the rapist becomes erect, the only thoughts passing through the rapist's mind are those which concern how and where to select a victim. Normal foreplay is replaced with the tearing away of the female garments. First the blouse and the bra, revealing the breasts of the selected female. Then perhaps the skirt and the panties are torn away. The pubic area between the female's legs is to the rapist what the Cadillac is to a ghetto youngster. It is the object which he must have. He will stop at nothing en route to his goal and he will ignore the consequences of his act since he is so obsessed with his sexual attainment.
The Black rapist could be almost any Black male since the male of our species is physically capable of overpowering almost any female. But essentially, the Black rapist is a special man. He is a vibrant and particularly strong man. Often he is handsome. Often he could have many women whom he wouldn't have to rape. And almost always he is a man of intense sexuality, a proud Black man to whom the forced conquest of a female is both an art and a physical necessity.
Please read these four accounts of Black men who have raped and who plan to continue raping. Read why they feel they must rape. And let their words be a lesson why these four men are so successful at the art of rape.
Then read the case history of Doris T., a Black woman who has been raped repeatedly in separate past incidents by countless Black men. Read why Doris has better orgasms when being raped than when she is making love to a selected boyfriend. Then perhaps you will understand why it is Doris's wish to be raped again in the future. Rape, as Doris describes it, fulfills a certain need of the female body, a need which all women share.
Let these five proud Black people tell you why rape is an essential part of their sexual lives. After you've picked up on what these four brothers and the one sister have to say, you might want to re-organize your thoughts about rape. After all, soul brother, maybe you should be a little more forceful with your woman.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Even though Cleo Richard W., a handsome 28 year old black man, had a wife who fully satisfied him, he felt the need to rape. Mr. W. was the manager of a shoe store, the father of two daughters, and the husband of a wife who would perform any sexual act to satisfy his penis.
"Mr. W., however, had a serious penis problem. He was a man of such intense virility that he could only be satisfied completely by the occasional rape of women who appealed to him.
"I'd very much like to hear how this penis problem of yours began, Mr. W.," I said to him when he came to my offices for the first time.
Mr. W. then informed me that he preferred to be called by his middle name, Richard, rather than by his last initial. I told him that I would remember that. Then he began to answer my questions.
"I'll tell you how this all started," he told me. "I guess it's easy to dig why I have to rape. It's just one of those things I feel I need. Follow?"
"Did you have rape fantasies when you were young?" I asked him.
"Rape fantasies?" he replied. "Shit! I didn't have no fantasies, I had the real thing. But even before that I didn't really know that much about my dick and the things I could do with it. I'd heard a lot about fucking from the kids in my school. So I wanted to learn."
"Wd're here to discuss rape exclusively," I reminded him.
"Cool it, brother," he said to me. "I'm going to lay all the facts on you. Just dig my story first."
"Please go on," I advised him.
"Well," he said. "I followed this white girl for about ten blocks. It was night and pretty dark. She must have been about seventeen or eighteen or so. And she got pretty nervous when she found out that there was a soul brother following her ass. She started to walk faster. Then she started to run."
"What did you do when she began to run, Richard?" I asked.
"Hell," he said. "When you see a piece of ass running from you, the only thing a man worth his nuts can do is run after her. After all, it's the women who run the hardest who really want to be caught and dragged into an alley and fucked while they kick and scream."
"Did you catch up with her?" I asked Richard.
"Did I catch her? Shit! Is grass green?" Richard laughed a deep black laugh. He slapped his knee and obviously enjoyed the telling of this story.
"I caught her and cornered her in this little alley between buildings. She was scared shitless. Even though I was only fourteen, I had an impressive build and a pecker which was hard enough to stick through a concrete wall."
"Did the white girl scream?" I asked the patient.
"She tried to, but I put my hand over her mouth. Then I reached under her skirt. I could feel her legs trembling. But it wasn't legs I was after. It was what she had between those legs that I wanted to touch."
"I presume you're referring to the young woman's pubic area," I said to the patient.
"Right on," he said. "I reached under that skirt of hers and grabbed my hand around that pair of panties she wore. I gave them a sharp yank and then they came down, quick and easy, the way I like everything to be."
"And then?" I asked him as he recalled this incident of his youth.
"Well," Richard said, "I had this kind of urge to pull her down on the ground and pull up her skirt. That way I would have been able to see all that hair on her cunt. Hell, I could already feel it, so why the fuck shouldn't I see it. Why the fuck shouldn't I stick my pecker into it?"
"Did you?" I asked the patient.
"No," he said. "But I should have. I got cold balled instead. I got scared that a man would come and catch me. So I made a deal with her. I told her that if she'd bring me off with her hand I wouldn't rape her."
"Did she?"
He gave me a broad soulful smile as he recalled the moment, the first moment in his life when he'd forced a woman to perform a sexual act for him.
"She damn well did," he said. "And she wasn't bad with her hands, either. Not considering how nervous she was."
"And you enjoyed the sexual gratification you obtained in this manner?" I asked.
"Did I have a good come?" he asked. "Is that what you're asking me?"
I nodded. That's what I needed to know.
"Sure did," said Richard, nodding his head quickly with that satisfied smile still across his face.
I noted with considerable interest that Richard's first attempt to force a woman to perform sex on him ended with both success and gratification. I will discuss this later.
"Richard," I then asked. "I want you to tell me about your first rape. I want you to tell me exactly how and why you did it, and I want you to tell me anything important you can remember about the physical part of the act."
"Like whether or not I had a good come up her cunt while she was struggling to get away?" he asked.
"That, yes," I said to him. "But I also want to know about things like your penis, the woman's breasts and her vagina. For example, many rapists find that their penis becomes particularly hard during rape, harder than during normal intercourse. And other rapists have told me that the vaginal openings of their victims get wet immediately when they insert their penises into them. I want you to tell me anything about these things which you might remember."
"I dig it," he said, smiling broadly again.
Richard then told me about the first rape he ever committed....
"...Let me just tell you, doc, that I spent a lot of time thinking how easily I could have balled that white girl in that alley. It got so that the whole idea of sex seemed to be a matter of conquest like that.
Now dig this. Back when I was about nineteen or twenty, I had a pretty good pecker hung on me. All the soul sisters told me that I was hung, and since they kept coming back again and again to get my long black dick up their cunts, I know they couldn't have been shitting me.
But get this, doc, and dig it good. It got so that I started to imagine that I was raping these cunts when I was fucking them. It was just a groovy kind of thing to think about, I guess, but every time I slid my prong into one of those cunts, I imagined that I was forcing it in. Well, you know what happened? It made my prick feel real good. Much better than normal pussy fucking, so I kept doing it. Each time I got laid, I imagined that I was raping.
It was only a matter of time until I got out and really did pull off a rape. As it turned out, it was easy. Hell, any guy with a good pecker ought to try it. He might get a lot more pussy that way.
Let me tell you exactly how this rape happened. I was nineteen at the time and as I remember it, I hadn't gotten any pussy for a couple of days. Well, it happened that my sister had this girl friend of hers over at her apartment. They asked me if I wanted to come over to put down some screwdrivers.
I went over to my sister's apartment. When she opened the door and I saw my sister and her girl friend, Shirly, I started to think in terms of a rape. I mean, hell, with all that pussy right there, how could a guy control himself. And why should he?
I looked across the room and saw Shirly mixing up the vodka and the orange juice. Shirly had sturdy brown legs beneath a short maroon skirt. And she was wearing one of those frilly blouses that drive a man crazy.
As I walked into the room she turned and handed me a drink. I took it from her, but as I took it I could see between the buttons on the front of that frilly white blouse. I could see that this little soul sister Shirly didn't have anything on under that blouse. Well, she was going to have my big hands on her tits pretty soon if she dressed like that.
"Drink up, handsome," she said. And she gave me a little wink and she handed me that glass. I took it and stared right at the spots on that blouse where I could see her nipples protruding from underneath. As I began to sip that screwdriver she'd made for me, I could feel my prick get hard.
Then I said it to myself. I was fucking sick of these soul sisters who'd tease a man's prick till it hurt so bad. I said that this Shirly was going to be the one. I was going to rape her. Right in front of my sister, Del, if I had to.
I sat down in a chair and looked up at Del and Shrily. They were both two fine pieces of soul ass. I mean, hell, I'd never looked at my sister as a piece of ass before, but now that I did I could see that she had one nice big set of knockers on her. And her ass, big and solid! And those legs of hers, sturdy, strong and black! Just right for a man to slide his long brown rod between her cunt lips.
I drank down four or five screwdrivers and made the girls keep drinking them with me. After a couple I could tell that the girls were getting a little high. Yet my proud dark dick was standing up as straight and long and anxious to come as it had ever been. I was trying to figure out what my move should be when Shirly made the move for me.
"Say, baby," Shirly suddenly said to me. "You got a hell of a piece of meat popping up and down in your pants. You better control that thing in front of your sister."
"I ain't going to control nothing," I said back with a big smile on my handsome face, "except your cunt, honey pie!"
And I put my glass down on the table next to me and began slowly to get up from that chair."
Shirly was starting to sweat it. Yet she didn't even realize that from the way she was sitting and, facing me I could see right up that dress of hers into her crotch. She was wearing tiger striped under panties. But she wouldn't be for much longer. Her man was coming! Whether she wanted him or not!
"Richard!" my sister said. "You sit yourself down and don't get yourself fresh in front of my friends."
"I'm going to fetch myself some pussy of this here friend of yours," I smiled. "Dig?"
"And I began to walk toward Shirly. She looked up at me and was afraid. Shirly was beginning to see that this man was walking tall and meaning business ... penis business!
"You sit yourself back down, Richard," said my sister Del. "Before you start something which you 'don't want to finish."
"What I start, I finish," I said to her. "What I see is what I'm going to get!"
And I lunged at Shirly and grabbed her by the hand. I pulled her to me and brought my other hand up on that big right boob of hers. It felt good through that blouse she was wearing. But I felt even better when I tore at those front buttons and her blouse came off.
"Shirly screamed as I ripped her blouse off. I tore it full off, too, not leaving even a tiny piece of it on her. Out came her big black boobs. I pushed her back onto a sofa and had my hands all over those big brown breasts of hers.
My sister was too shocked by what she was watching to do anything. She just stood there gasping and with her hands to her mouth. She was watching her brother put it to her girl friend. Hell, she probably was loving it!
I grabbed Shirly's shirt and yanked down the zipper. She grabbed her skirt and struggled to keep it up around her. But I was overpowering the little soul sister. Her bare boobs were pushing against me as I lay on top of her. The nipples were hard and the breasts wobbling as I pushed down on them.
Yet with the second yank at her skirt it came off her. I pulled it completely off and tossed it to the floor, leaving only those orange and black tiger striped panties over her cunt.
She held onto those panties as if it were her last cigarette.
"You were admiring my cock, huh?" I said to her roughly as I grabbed her by the arm. "Now you get to see it!"
"No!" she squealed. "Don't take it out!"
"It's coming out!" I said. And as she clutched her panties to her hairy cunt and as my sister watched, I tore off my shirt and then lowered my pants. Both of them two soul sisters then saw my huge black balls and my mightly black snake as I let it pop out of my pants.
Shirly gripped her striped panties even tighter when she saw my huge black rod as it poked free. "Shit!" she gasped. "You're hung like a bear!"
"Look out, baby," I said back to her as I pulled down my red fishnet briefs. "I'm coming in with it!"
"No!" Shirly gasped again. "Please! No! Not here!"
But I reached to her hands and pulled them away from her panties. Then I managed to push her back onto that sofa as my sister sat transfixed across the room. As I looked over to sister Del, I saw that she was reaching down into her skirt. Shit! Del had her hand into her panties. She was rubbing her clit. And she was breathing real heavy.
Seeing my sister get so excited over my trying to rape her girl friend gave me ideas of what I might dish out to my sister as soon as I'd come in Shirly. But Shirly was pinned under me still. She was kicking wildly to get free. There was still the business of her conquest to attend to.
Shirly was holding her legs tightly together as I tried to push my cock into her crotch. But she kept those legs solid and tight no matter how hard I tried to jam my penis into her. So I knew I had to take new measures.
I reached around her waist and slid my hands to her ass. I slipped my finger through the crack of the soft flesh of her ass and brought my finger to her little brown back door. I slipped my finger hard into her rectum. At first it was tight. But then as I held the first inch of my finger in her hole a little bit, her hole loosened up for me. Getting your finger in the asshole is just like getting your dick in the pussy. If you keep at it longer enough, all cunts and assholes open wide for a guy with the right goods.
I jiggled my finger in her asshole for a few moments and it started to move her. I poked my prick back toward her cunt and found that it was starting to get loose. I managed to slip my prick past her hands. She reached back and held my solid rock-hard black penis with her hands. She was squeezing it tight, trying to make me lose my erection. But a proud soul brother never loses an erection when on the verge of a rape conquest. No, brother, no!
As I kept juggling my finger in her asshole she began to move her legs. The feelings in that Shirley's asshole were just too good for her to bear. She wanted to make them feel even better. So she started to move her hips around and spread her legs wide. That was just the opening that this big brown brother needed!
As she moved her legs wide open I gave a thrust with my big powerful black rear and shoved my rod straight forward.
"Shit! Screwed!" she gasped. "I'm fucked! I'm fucked!"
"You got it baby!" I snapped at her as I nipped at her neck and brought my hands back to where they held one half of her firm fleshy ass in each palm. "You know you're fucked when this here brother fucks you!"
"No," she gasped again. "I don't want to be fucked!"
But there wasn't a thing she could do. My long dork was in there and pushing hard at her. She was still struggling, but the more she struggled the harder I held her and the more powerful were the thrusts I gave her with my dork. Pretty soon she was yelling for me to stroke her harder.
I managed to look up at my sister while I was fucking her girl friend. Del had her skirt and panties down to her knees and she was massaging her clit with those two longest fingers on her right hand. I got a good hard look at my sister's cunt for the first time. It made me know who my next rape victim would be! Del!
I stroked away hard at Shirly's cunt until she screamed two or three long hard times in the delight of her orgasms. But what girl wouldn't be screaming for cunt joy when a long black rod is set between the lips of her pussy?
I powered my meat into her with growing and more intense fervor. I jerked my rod back and forth and felt her wrap her long legs around my trunk. I knew she was starting to cream again. And I felt my own cock growing a little longer still, just to the point where I could feel all that come working up in it getting ready to spurt out.
As I glanced at my sister she had her eyes closed and was working her fingers hard into her cunt. I saw her fingers lost in her pubic hair. Man, that girl was giving herself one jiving time with her hand. Guess it was watching her brother with the big dick plow it into her girl friend.
"Harder!" I heard Shirly gasp. "Harder. You're going to make me come, man, so pound me!"
I pounded my long black dick as hard as I could into Shirly. Fuck man, I'd raped her fair and square and now she was digging it real good. I figured that I'd learned something about the soul sisters. They all want to be fucked. All a brother's got to do is tick it to them and pretty soon they'll come around and loosen up their cunt lips.
Shirly squealed again and wriggled her ass some more as I started to spurt off. She felt my penis, my long proud black penis, lurching and spitting hot come way down in her cunt. And she orgasmed again just as I completed my flood. I counted off about sixteen good hard spurts in her cunt. They I dribbled a little more and stopped. I felt pretty good. I felt like a man, having pulled off a real jiving cunt conquest.
My cock was long, limp and slippery as I pulled it back out of her. Her cunt gave a little gurgle as I pulled it out. I stood on my knees as she kept her long black legs spread apart.
"Fuck, Richard," she said as she continued to rotate her ass and her pussy from side to side. "Fuck, Richard, you got to eat me now."
"I don't got to do anything," I snapped at her with a big handsome smile. Shit. I was giving the orders on that sofa. After all, who conquered who?
"You got to, Richard," she said again. "You got to eat me now. I got this itch down in my cunt. It's calling for a handsome black man to stick his face in there and lick his come out."
She moved her hands to her pussy and pushed apart the lips. I could see how wet her whole cunt was. I could see the way I'd soaked it with my huge spurts of black seed.
"I ain't licking anything until I want to," I told her.
"How about if I suck your dick dry, Richard?" she begged. She moved her hands to her cunt again. I could see one of her long black fingers starting to move across the area of her clit. She still wanted it bad. She' known a good cock even when it had been forced into her. "You can suck it," I said. "But I ain't promising you nothing."
I stood on my knees still in front of her. She moved her long black body down between my legs until her big brown breasts with those pebble hard nipples were right under my legs. Then she moved that head of hers upward and took my long wet slippery black dick between the lips of her pretty soulful face.
Well, dig it, brother. That soul sister knew how to work over a man's cock with her mouth.
She moved her tongue up and down the long vein under my dick. She nuzzled her mouth against my nuts and she let both my balls dangle in her mouth. Then she moved those nice lips of hers back up to my long penis. She licked all the cunt scum off it and then took the big tip of it into her mouth. And she started to swish her tongue across the underside again.
Man, I could feel the juice stirring. I looked over at my sister and saw that she was still bare pussied. I looked at my sister's hairy cunt and I felt Shirly's tongue swishing up my big powerful black cock.
Powerful? Well, yeah, man. Dig it because that's it. A black man's penis is a black man's power. A solid black man can out-fuck anyone in the world. The whole fucking world fears the power of the black man's penis.
But like this Shirly bitch wanted me to stick my cock back in her. Well, dig. She had made my cock good and hard again and I was thankful for it.
But something was different now. I mean, I didn't just want to fuck the same black cunt again. Shit, no. I wanted to dig some fresh poontang, some cunt that would fight me a little. Some cunt that I'd have to force my way into. Dig?
Well, man, my sister was sitting there all bare assed as she watched her girl friend glide her mouth up and down my penis. Sister was getting a real big bitch of a time out of seeing her brother's hard swollen penis.
So I figured it was time for sister Del to get a better idea of what her younger brother had hanging between her legs. Shit, man! I wanted to come in my sister's box so bad that it was beginning to hurt.
I pulled my dick out of Shirly's mouth and stepped off the sofa.
"Hey, big boss man," Shirly said. "Where you going with that hunk of meat you got?"
"You just watch, woman," I said to Shirly. I turned and gave sister Del a big grin. "I'm going cunt hunting right in the family!"
Del stared at the huge black cock I had. It was standing up hard again, stiff as a broomstick and black as night. The big veins on it were fucking bulging now. Del was staring straight down the barrell of her brother's cock and she was scared to shit. If there was one thing sister Del didn't want it was to be fucked by her brother right in front of her friend.
But, shit, man. I wanted my sister's pussy. If she wasn't going to dish it out to me I was going to go in and take it. When a brother wants pussy, a brother gets pussy!
"Don't you point that big black stick at me, brother Richard!" Del said to me. And she madly reached down to her skirt and panties, trying to pull them both up to cover her hairy black cunt.
But big brother was stronger and faster than big sister. And big brother was big. Dig it, man, big in the dick. And sister Del knew it. She knew I was going to fuck her, no matter how hard she fought me!
She tugged up her skirt and panties and tried to run to the door. But I grabbed her and threw her back down onto the floor. She tried to get up again but I came down on top of her, my big dick poking her in the tit as I came down.
"I'm gonna fuck you, big sister," I said as I pulled her down. "Gonna fuck you "real hard."
Shirly was still naked and lying on that sofa. I saw her start to put her fingers in her cunt as she watched me wrestle sister Del to the floor. I pulled Del's skirt and panties as I held her from behind. They came down her legs to her knees. I saw her black ass and I knew what I was going to do. I was going to fuck my sister from the backside, shove my long black dick up her like the way dogs do it. It was just what big sister Del wanted!
But she fought! She kicked and squealed.
"Fuck you, Richard!" she screamed. I had my hands around-her waist from behind now and I was pushing my long black prong in between the cheeks of her ass. The skin on her ass was brown and soft. It was just like the ass cheeks of a cock hungry soul sister I'd once fucked named Bessie. Bessie was an airline stewardess with an Afro haircut and an airline uniform with light blue hot pants. Well, Bessie had hot cunt under that pair of hot pants. But what she really liked was to have a soul brother's long hot dick stuck up her asshole.
Bessie used to get down on her bed and just pull those hot pants down to her knees. Then she'd expect me to grease up my cock and stick it in her asshole. It would slide in pretty easy and I'd bang my balls against that soft brown skin on her ass for all the time I could hold back my come. Bessie's asshole was comfortable. But I got bored with it when it was always there waiting for my dick. I liked to force my way into a sister's hole. Front or back.
"Not the asshole! Not the asshole!" sister Del was yelling as I held her hips firmly with my powerful ebony hands and fingers. Del was struggling even harder than Shirly had. She did not want my dick up her asshole.
But she felt it going in and up. She felt my long black rod as it pushed in by an inch or two. I felt the muscles of my sister's asshole tighten as I pushed my cock a little further in.
"Shit, Richard, no!" she yelped again. "Don't fuck my asshole."
"It's in baby, it's in!" I snapped at her. And I looked up to see Shirly lying on the sofa on her back with her feet hunched up just as if a brother were lying on top of her. Shirly had grabbed a car rot from the kitchen table and was working over her cunt with it.
"Gee-sus!" I grunted with a smile as I pushed my long dick all the way up Del's asshole. "Should have come by these two bitches years ago!"
Del's ass was still struggling hard to pull away from me, to pull free from her brother's big prick which was in her hole.
But face it, baby. The king was at her back door. I was into sister Del real hard. I'd grabbed her and tossed her down on that floor and I'd stuck my prick in her from the back even though she was kicking and fighting.
And you know what? I figured I'd earned having my cock into my sister's asshole. I'd thought about fucking her from time to time before, but it wasn't till this here time when I saw her with her skirt and panties off that I knew I had to fuck her.
As I stroked her asshole with my rod from the back I knew who was in control there. I'd raped her. I'd decided to stick my prick up her ass and I'd just gone on and done it. It was cool, baby. Man! As I stroked her tailpipe with my big black ramrod I knew who the boss man was.
Shirly made her cunt cream again with that carrot. Then she came off that sofa and crawled over behind me. I watched her out of the corner of my eye. I knew I'd conquered her so I knew she wasn't going to hit me or kick me or anything.
No, man. Instead she got down on the floor be hind me as I was pistoning my cock up my sister's struggling ass. Shirly moved her pretty soulful face right in behind me and pushed her mouth between the crack of my ass.
The next thing I knew that soul sister was licking my asshole as I pistoned my sister. That was the reward I got for raping her-her tongue slipping up my ass. Out of sight, man!
I gave my sister a few final strokes. She was digging her face into the floor now to keep herself from over orgasming. Shit! Women getting it up the ass and from a rapist try not to orgasm too much. You know why? Because if they orgasm too much they have to admit that they're enjoying getting a dick slammed into them.
"Piss! Shit! Cunt!" I heard Del moan. She was digging the dick I was thrusting up her ass. She'd probably never gotten one that way before. And if I hadn't forced it in she might never have learned how enjoyable a cock up the ass can be for a soul sister.
I felt my second flood of come working its way up my dick. How could I hold that load too long with Shirly licking my asshole. Shit, man! I'll bet I'm the only brother who gets his asshole licked by a girl he's just raped!
When Shirly stuck her tongue into my asshole as far as it would go, I began to squirt off my come. I closed my eyes and let it all whiz out. Del felt my cock lurching and spasming in her ass and she held still finally when she felt all the warm come squirting down into her asshole. She groaned loudly and told me she was coming too. Behind me, Shirly was swirling her tongue around inside my asshole in a circular motion. It made me come with long thick gushes. I imagined my prick spurting in her loose wet asshole and I must have come a solid dozen times. And that's it man, my second coming....
...Richard, the patient, was then silent as I asked him a final few questions.
"Both of these women submitted to you rather easily, wouldn't you say?" I asked him.
Richard nodded.
"Do you think that maybe they wanted to have sex with you? Perhaps that's why they asked you over in the first place."
"Well, man," Richard said. "I was wondering about that and I rapped on it with my brothers at work. You know what we decided?"
"What?" I asked him.
"We figure the answer is yes and no."
"Would you explain?" I asked him.
"Sure, man. Dig this. I figure yes they both wanted to get fucked. Just like all women want to get a long rod up their cunts. Dig? All women want to get screwed. But I figure the answer is no in the sense that I wouldn't have been able to screw them unless I'd jumped on them and forced my dick up their cunts. Follow?"
"You think it was necessary to rape your sister and her girl friend in order to have sex with them at all?" I asked in an attempt to clarify the point.
"Sure," he said. "They wanted to get fucked but they didn't want to admit it."
"I see," I said, nodding. "Let me ask you something else. Did you find this initial double rape satisfying?"
Richard was silent but smug. My eye could not help noticing the crotch of Richard's pants. I believe that the patient was beginning to erect as he thought back on these rapes.
"Shit, yes, doctor," he said. "The fucking thing is that they were so satisfying that I had to rape again. And the rapes had to be rougher and rougher."
"Would you elaborate on that?" I asked.
"Well, I knew both of these two soul sisters already, right? But my cock was so frigging satisfied after screwing them forcibly that I had to go out and do it again. Many times. And to make it more and more exciting, I had to pick out my women on the street, follow them, and then pull their clothes off and fuck them. Sometimes I had to tie them up. One time I tied the legs and arms of a girl to a bedpost and spent all night fucking her. From six in the evening until I let her go at twelve the next day. Shit, that was good! I must have come in her ten or twelve times that night."
"I see," I said. "Richard," I asked. "How many rapes would you say you've committed?"
"That's an easy question, man," he said. "I've raped thirty-seven women. And everyone of them has dug my prick once I've gotten it in."
"Everyone of them?"
"Sure, man," Richard explained. "Oh, shit, man, sure they kick and scream and fight with you as you rip their panties off and pull their skirts up. But that's the fun. Dig? That's the foreplay. All that does is help them get their cunts wet so that they can enjoy my long black prick when I wham it home on them."
"Richard," I then said to my patient. "I'd like you to return for a second interview session. And at that session I'd like you to tell me about the most violent rape you've ever committed. Is that acceptable?"
Richard was silent for only an instant. Then he smiled and answered.
"Doc," he said. "I'm a strong man and a big man. I'm a brother and I'm tough. Telling you about the roughest rape I've ever done isn't just going to be acceptable, it's going to be a matter of pride. Man, I'm proud of my rapes. There isn't a pussy around which I can't push the legs away from in order to fuck. I'll be proud to tell you about my most violent rape."
"Perfect," I said. "Then we'll set an appointment."
Richard made an appointment to return. When he did return, I was not disappointed. In fact, I was astounded.
"We were discussing your career as a rape artist last time, Richard," I said to my patient, Mr. W., as we began the second of our two interview sessions. "And I believe we had decided that at this session we would discuss the most violent rape you ever committed.
"Right on," Richard said. "To force the penis in a vagina is one beautiful act!"
Mr. W., I noticed was very smartly attired that particular day, some eight days after our original interview session. He wore a pair of red velvet pants with black alligator shoes and a beige shirt with ruffled sleeves. A handsome black man to start with, Mr. W. dressed so sharply that one might imagine that women would simply hop into bed with him, rather than his having to rape them. But rape is part of the sexual appetite of this man. He has to rape. He finds it, due to his intense masculinity, necessary to physically assert himself over (or into) an unwilling female.
"What was the occasion of this most violent rape which you committed?" I asked the patient. "And when did you commit it?"
"All this shit is off the record, doc, ain't it?" he asked.
"Meaning?" I asked in return.
"Meaning that you can't go to the pigs and get me busted for balling all these cunts," he explained.
"The testimony you give me is filed without your name on it," I explained in return. "It is used only for psychosexual research and, since in a court you cannot provide evidence against yourself, cannot be used against you legally at any time."
"No jive?" he asked, turning to face me from where he lay on my couch.
"Brother to brother," I said in return, giving him a salute with my fist. I reminded him that I was studying his rape tendencies as a way to learn more about the Black Man and his sexual needs. Mr. W. was then convinced, as he should have been, that he could safely reveal his sexual habits to me.
"This bitch I raped was a dancer," Richard said, turning back around and lying on the couch in a relaxed position. He then went on with his story and I didn't interrupt at all....
...Yeah, this broad was a dancer. A friend of mine named Ike and I went out to do some drinking one night two weeks ago. Ike tells me that he'd like to pick up some pussy and take it off to his apartment to fuck it. I said fine. My wife knows I fuck on the side, but I keep her so well fucked that she never bitches about it.
Well, Ike and I were cruising the bars looking for a good piece of soul cunt. But we're doing some pretty heavy drinking in all these bars while we're looking. So heavy that Ike starts getting bombed. Then we go into this bar with a big soul sister up there dancing behind the bar. It was about two in the morning and the place was ready to close.
Ike and I were sitting next to each other at the bar. Ike is drunk out out of his mind and about ready to drop. But not me. I was just feeling a little good. Then I started to look over this big black mama who was cutting it out dancing on this little stage behind the bar.
Man, you should have seen the knockers on this big bitch. First off, this bitch was about five ten or so, and solid! I mean, solid, man, solid!
She had big long black legs and powerful big breasts. And you know what she had on while she was strutting around and cutting it out up there? Almost nothing!
She was wearing a little red bikini bottom which barely covered her cunt and didn't come close to covering the crack on her ass. And on those tits? Nothing. Just bare tits! Big black bosoms just bouncing around up there waiting for some lucky soul brother to suck on. Well, I figured that I wanted to spend the night screwing this little mama. And when I decide that I'm going to fuck some bitch, doc, there ain't no one in the world who's going to stop me. When I see a cunt I want to get into, well, man, I'm as good as into it.
I took a good look up there at this soul sister. She was rotating her pussy back and forth making believe that there was a guy under her whose cock she was sitting down on. Well, I like to be down there while a sister sits down on my erect penis. So that really turned me on. So I figured, hell, I've got to rape this one. I mean, no woman teases me with her cunt the way this one was and gets away with it.
When she moved right to the front of that stage I looked up and stared at her crotch. Shit if I couldn't actually see some of the pussy hair hanging out from underneath that little bikini bottom she had. So I figured that was enough. I figured I'd be waiting for her when she was through that night.
I got up from the bar and went back toward the men's room. But I didn't have to take any crap. Hell, no. I found the room that she used to dress in. And I went in it to wait for her. I kept the light off and sat down behind a closet door. I didn't have to wait long.
About twenty minutes later she came through the door and turned the light on in the room. I peeped out of the closet and saw her. She locked the door behind her and then turned to where I could get a front view of her.
Her breasts were large and uplifted. They were huge knockers. They must have been thirty-nine inches around. And my cock must have swollen up to a full nine inches as I watched those big tits of hers as they jounced around in front of me. They were close enough to bite.
She reached down to her hips and began to lower her bikini bottom. Down it came, revealing to me a huge bush of pubic hair, nice and big and black.
Her flesh was coffee colored beneath where that bathing suit had been. My prick was like a lightning rod now. I saw a cunt and I knew that that was where my cock wanted to be. All I could think about was how I had to get out there and get on top of this big soul bitch. I had to push her over and thrust my huge throbbing rod into her hairy black cunt.
I stared at her cunt and tried to decide whether it was wet from all that dancing and jiving about. I imagined how good that cunt must feel. I could just imagine my long black dick, bulging veins and all, as it slid into a nice wet warm pussy. Man, that was it! I had to fuck her!
She walked over to the closet and I sprang out of it, grabbing her around the waist and yanking her back to a bed which she had in that little dressing room. I shoved my hand up to her mouth to muffle her screams.
As I pulled her down onto that bed she fought like a bitching wildcat! She was loving every second of it. I already had my pants down and my cock was sticking up and out. When she saw my bareback penis poking free she tried to hit it with her fist.
She missed and hit me in the stomach. But it didn't hurt none. Then she knead at my nuts and missed again. I could tell that she was going to be a tough cunt to fuck so I had to get rough with her.
I drew back my hand and slapped at her, smacking her squarely across her bare breasts with a re sounding slap which echoed through the room.
"Smack!" I remember hearing as my hand slapped across her big bare brown bosoms. Smack! Smack! Smack! I kept hitting her across her breasts and I saw her nipples erect to a stony hardness. Her nipples were standing up almost a full inch above those big coffee colored knockers. Man! Was I turning that cunt on by smacking her!
"No! No! Don't fuck! Get away from the pussy!" She started to rant as I let my hand go away from her mouth. I was pissed! She was making too much noise. She was going to attract attention and I'd get my pecker chopped off if someone like her main man came busting in there to save her from me. But, shit! I didn't think about that too much! I was too busy trying to get my rod into her.
"Not the cunt! Not the cunt!" she squealed again.
The cunt! That was what I wanted. She held her hands over her cunt to protect it from me. And she started to yelp and moan and beg me not to fuck her.
I grabbed a pair of her panties which were lying on the floor. I made them into a gag and tied those silk panties around her head, making it go through her mouth so that she couldn't yell or scream. She raised her hands to her mouth to try to remove the gag. She couldn't. I had tied it too fucking tight. I'm a bad assed dude when I want to get my cock in.
As she moved her hands away from her hairy cunt area she left the whole cunt bare. She was also squirming around in such a way that her legs were apart. I quickly moved my hand to her cunt and started to rub my long black thumb up and down her cunt area. I could hear her muffled moans as she fought with the gag. Now she tried to return her hands to her pussy to push my hands away. But my wrist was too strong. As she struggled with my one wrist with both of her hands, I pushed my face to her left breast and took her hard erect nipple into my mouth. My other hand, I wrapped around her back and found her asshole.
It always drives the sisters fucking crazy when both their cunt and their asshole are under attack at once. And, as I already told you, doc, I got this crazy thing about liking to be in both holes. So when I managed to push my other hand through the cheeks of her ass. I stuck my other thumb smack into her asshole.
Her ass was wet and sweaty from having danced up a storm for a couple of hours. It was so wet that I was able to stick my thumb right in as I pushed it between her ass cheeks. I heard her give me a muffled whine when she felt my thumb go up her ass.
That's always the moment of conquest, man. If you can force your finger or cock into one of those holes it's just a matter of time before you can penetrate the other hole. Dig?
She moved both her hands to the asshole to try to pull out my thumb. But I had it firmly in there and was twisting it around. She couldn't yell because of that gag and her big black boobs with those big dark nipples were rolling around in front of my face. I looked down and saw that her legs were spread wide apart as my thumb was twisting in her asshole.
I saw her cunt gaping open while she was grabbing at her own ass. And I figured it was as good a time as any to hop on her cunt and go for a ride.
I moved over on top of her and managed to stick the tip of my long black rod into her cunt crack before she knew what was happening. She tried to close her legs when she felt my cock trying to push into her. But no dice. Even though her cunt was still pretty dry I managed to hold the tip of my long prick right in her hole. I moved it back and forth. And the tighter she tried to make her cunt hole, the wetter it got. And the wetter it got, the harder my prick got. And the harder my prick got in that wet cunt, the more I stroked it around and the more it moved in. Within a few more seconds I was able to shove it almost five inches in, almost half way!
I ground my ass up and down on top of her and pulled my hand from her asshole. It was the cunt I wanted now and she still was fighting me for it. Her legs were kicking wildly and she was digging her fingernails into my back as I wrapped my arms around her.
Then I saw it! A mirror on the wall. I could see my long black body stretched across hers. I saw how my penis was inserted into her hairy slot. I could see her breasts jiggling under my hairy brown chest and I could see the muscles on my ass rippling as I tried to push into her. But the grooviest part, man, was her legs. She was kicking them wildly trying to get me off her. And still she couldn't yell because of that gag in her mouth. Good thing I didn't want to be blown! This bitch had to be gagged.
I watched myself in that mirror and I watched her legs around my body as I pushed my rod all the way in her. I felt her body shiver as my penis slid all the way in her. She continued to kick and wrestle with me as I stroked my cock back and forth. Man, was this bitch ever giving me the ride of my life.
She had me so turned on that I just jackhammered my prick into her without stopping. I must have thrust it back and forth two minutes straight. I'm sure she was orgasming just as hard as she was fighting. But she was still kicking her heels into my back. And those long brown legs of hers were as much a weapon as they were a turn on.
I finally felt the come ready to jump out of my balls.
"Gonna come, baby," I grunted to her.
"No! No!" I heard her grunt under that gag I'd made out of her silk panties. "No! No! No!" she kept pleading.
Well, the more she begged me not to come in her the more excited I got and the bigger the build-up was that I had brewing. But when a bitch doesn't want me to shoot off my seeds in her cunt, well, dig it man, that only makes me want to do it more. You know how it is. It's a matter of penis pride to be able to shoot off your come in whatever cunt you pick out at whatever time you want. No jive. It takes a real man to be able to fuck all the cunts he wants to. And that's what I am, man. Hung like a big black bear!
I came in long hot jabs, exploding all my come in her cunt and coming with countless long spurts. Shit! She felt me coming and she banged her cunt up and down on my stick as I shot off. She could feel all the hot wetness shooting down into her box.
Just as I was exploding with the final spurts into her, I looked up into that mirror and saw my big black body in the midst of coming. I saw that she wasn't kicking or scratching me any more. Instead, she was squeezing her legs around my trunk and gliding her warm soft cunt up and down my shaft as she felt my big throbbing prick spasming and unloading. Shit, man. For a first come in this bitch, it was a good big batch of come I unloaded....
...Richard paused at this point. Seeing that the time I'd have to interview him was almost over I decided to break into his story and ask him specific questions. His last sentence, however, in trigued me.
"Richard, you said 'first come'," I said to him. "Were there more?"
"Shit, doc," Richard explained. "I trapped a cunt that's one of the best fucks I've ever had and you have to ask if I fucked her again. Shit! I kept her there until Sunday afternoon. We kept real quiet until everyone from the bar had gone home. Then I really started to ball."
I reminded myself that I had asked Richard to tell me of his most violent rape episode. Richard then explained that he allowed himself to be locked inside the bar with this woman. Then he had all that night to force sex upon her. And most of the next day.
"I liked this broad's pussy a whole lot," Richard said. "So I was determined not to let her go. I tied her up with her brassieres and her G-strings. Then I figured out different ways to rape her."
"Such as?" I asked.
"I took her out to the bar and laid her out right on the counter of the bar. I tied down her legs to each side of the bar and then I mounted on top of her. She was helpless since her hands were tightly tied behind her back. Her cunt was bare and I pushed my penis into it as I watched myself in the mirror behind the bar. It was boss, man. I'd never gotten that good a view of my long black rod sticking its way into a soul sister's cunt."
"Did you rape her again after that?" I asked.
"Three more times," Richard said. "About an hour later I took her back into her dressing room and I made her put on these long white silk stockings which came all the way up those big brown beautiful legs until they stopped just below the cunt. Then I tied her legs to the legs of the bed with leather belts. And I tied her arms to the headboard of the bed."
"And then you had intercourse with her?" I asked.
"Not yet," Richard said. "I got in the inverted position first and started to lick her pussy. She wriggled her cunt and tried to keep my tongue away from her hairy slot. But it didn't work. Shit. I was the boss. So I licked her pussy until it was frothing with cream. And I made her suck my cock as I did it. Then I turned around and fucked her again while those leather belts held her long silk-stockinged legs in the exact position I wanted."
"Weren't you afraid that she might try to hurt you during the sixty-nine process, Richard?" I asked. "Couldn't she have bitten your penis?"
"No, man," said Richard, shaking his head. "You got to figure that no matter how much a bitch kicks and screams, she still loves getting fucked. And second, I told her that I'd beat the puss out of her if she got cute with her teeth. Hell, she saw what a big prick I had. She knew I was a bad assed and powerful brother."
"You forced intercourse with this woman two more times after that?"
"Damned straight," he said. I tied her up again and got some sleep. Then when I came around again in a few hours I had another erection. So I untied her legs and lay on top of the bar again. I forced her to squat down on top of me, sitting her cunt down on my erect dick. I watched the whole thing in the mirror and sucked on her tits as she glided her cunt up and down on me."
"And the final time?" I asked him.
"I made her sit backwards on a straight-back chair. I fucked her up the ass for a few strokes from behind and then made her take me vaginally from behind. She had a real good pussy from the back. Shit! I would have fucked her that way again, but my cock was getting sore from all that forced fucking. Besides, after four fucks I was getting tired of her. So I went home and had my wife suck me off."
Richard's testimony ended at that point. I had obtained enough basic information from him to draw a basic analysis of his case. I discussed his problems with him after I'd drawn my conclusions.
Richard was a soul brother of most intense sexuality. He had a high level of sexual arousal in him at all times, a level which had to be satisfied in order for Richard to even be able to function enough to do his job in the shoe store.
Given this high level of sexuality, Richard needed an extremely exciting form of sex in order for him to attain sexual gratification. Rape then was ideal for him.
Rape allowed Richard to realize his potential as a forceful and strong man. Rape gave him the opportunity to assert himself in the most physical way possible over any woman who attracted him. Rape, therefore, satisfied Richard's physical needs as no other form of sex could.
But what about Richard's psychological needs? All of us have certain psychological needs in sex. These are usually fulfilled or epitomized by the sexual fantasies we have.
Richard's fantasies must be considered in two manners. First, we must recall that Richard had an intensely satisfying time when he raped his sister and her girlfriend a number of years ago. Many men associate their earliest sexual experiences as some of their most exciting. This was the case with Richard. Since his earliest rape experience was perhaps the most satisfying sex of his early years, rape became psychologically an integral part of the sex act for him.
And second, most men fantasize about raping women. You, the reader, might sit on a bus and stare at the soul sister sitting across from you. You might stare at her breasts and imagine what the soft nipples would feel like. Or perhaps you run your eyes up her short skirt and imagine what that sister might have for you between her legs. This, brother, is fantasy of the most essential sexual sort. The difference between Richard and most of the rest of us is that he has his fantasies and then he enacts them. He follows the women off the buses, catches them in their doorways and then goes to work. He goes for the clothing just over their genitals first. Then he goes for the hairy snatches between their legs. While I don't condone what my patient does, I must admit that his sex life is enormously satisfying to him.
A final note. Richard, as I mentioned, is married and has two small daughters, both just old enough to understand basic differences between male and female. And you'll remember, too, that Richard's second rape victim was his sister. Early incest patterns are difficult to break.
The patient confided in me before he left my offices that he forces his wife to perform a certain ritual which satisfies him immensely. Without warning, Richard will attack his wife and start tearing at her clothes.
He did this just the other day in the living room of their home and right in front of their two daughters. The children loved it as their daddy tore off their mommy's clothes, pulled out his immense erect penis and plunged it violently between her legs. The children laughed and pointed as their father's muscular buttocks rose and fell constantly driving his long, long penis into their mother's vagina over and over again.
Richard claimed he had an incredibly intense orgasm this way. His wife told him later, after her initial shock, that she experienced multiple orgasms during this encounter. So now Richard and his wife constantly enact this rape scene in front of their children. Richard says he can barely wait until the children are older so that they can partake in these rapes in a different manner.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Luther J-, a thirty-three year old Black man, came to my offices for psychosexual consultation after having committed his twelfth rape in five weeks. Mr. J. asserted that his sudden fixation with raping black women had come from the sudden realization that his penis was longer than most men's and that he was able to maintain an erection for an abnormally long time.
Mr. J. had been married for eight years before his streak of rapes. His marriage had ended in a legal separation two months before he raped his first woman. One thing, however, was set in Mr. J's mind by the time he visited my offices. He was convinced that rape was the only way in which he could find the sexual satisfaction which he claimed his penis craved.
"Ain't no doubt about it," Mr. J. said as he lay back on my interviewing couch for the first time. "In order to get off a good come, I mean a come that really cuts loose and sends wet shit spurting for a good long gush, to get off a come like that I have to force my way into a woman."
"It's important that the woman does not want to have sexual relations with you?" I asked.
"That's it," Luther J. said, nodding his head and rubbing his hands together. "Part of the deal is power, man. Power in the nuts. Power to be able to jab your cock into any cunt that you happen to like."
"Do you feel that all black women secretly wish to be raped by a powerful unknown black man?" I asked.
Mr. J. thought for a moment.
"Have you ever considered that question?" I asked him.
"No man," he said. "Never. But, shit. Maybe that's right. I tell you. All the fucking broads I've ever fucked sooner or later give up fighting and just enjoy my cock as it pushes into them. Maybe you're right. Maybe the sisters do dig getting forcibly balled."
"But you've never consciously believe that they did think that way?" I asked, establishing an important point.
"No, man," he said. "Never."
My point that I wished to establish at the out set was whether or not Luther J. felt that women were resisting him honestly when he raped them. I believe rapists can be divided into two groups: those who rape to assert themselves over women, and those who rape thinking that forced sex is the kind that women expect. As you'll see, Mr. J. falls into the first category. His rapes were tough and physical. All of the women he raped resisted him. And yet, in the five weeks he had been raping, no woman had succeeded in stopping him once he had decided to rape her.
"Mr. J-," I then said to him, "I'd like to establish how a man of thirty-three years of age, such as yourself, suddenly becomes a rapist."
"Shit, man," he shot back with a deep and heartly laugh. "You just pick out a pussy and tell yourself that you're going to stick your John peter into it. None of this shitting around asking the lady if she'd like to get her cunt serviced."
"But more specifically, Mr. J-," I pressed, "I'd like you to tell me about all twelve of your rapes. I want to know why you decided upon rape in the first place and then I want to know exactly what happened each time you attempted to rape a woman."
"We'll be here for a while, man," Luther J warned me.
"I'm quite prepared," I said, "to donate two or three interview sessions to your case."
With that, the patient affirmed that he would go ahead and be glad to tell me all that had happened. I found his selection of victims most intriguing. And I found his reasons for his initial rape to be quite typical of so many of the black rape artists whom I've worked with. But I'll let you read it in Mr. J-'s words, exactly the way I heard it....
...Man, I'd always thought that rape was something that other people did. I never knew that it was the way that I'd finally satisfy myself.
My wife and I split from each other a couple of months ago. We had problems that we couldn't work out. She didn't fuck for me enough. I used to fuck her in the morning when she'd wake up and I'd fuck her a few times before we went to sleep at night. That just wasn't enough for me. I liked to get my long brown rod into her at least five or six times a day. I had to. If I only gave her three fucks a day, I'd find my prick standing up hard and aching during the afternoon when she wasn't around.
It got to where I had to screw a lot on the side. I had a white girl for a while. She was a nurse who worked at a hospital just outside the ghetto. It was a good scene for a while because she really dug getting a black penis pushed into her white snatch.
So I used to fuck her during the afternoons because she worked a night shift at the hospital. I used to go to her apartment downtown. She'd come to the door in just a bra and panties.
I remember the first time I fucked her. I had met her just outside the hospital. I was waiting for a bus and so was she. She started to talk about black men.
"I've been working at the hospital a long time," she told me, "and I've managed to see a lot of men with their pants down," she said. "And you know, I've decided that the biggest penises I've ever seen have been black penises."
"That's because black men have bigger cocks than white men," I said to her. I knew I was bragging, but I felt my cock getting stiff as I talked. I had a mad desdire to grab her and pull her into an isolated room in that hospital where I'd pull off that white nurse uniform and go for the hairy spot between her legs. But she kept talking.
"Is it true that black men know how to use their penises better than white men, too?" she asked me.
I nodded. "Sure thing, sister," I said to this little white girl. She was only about five feet two inches high. I was sure that she had the kind of vagina that I like. Nice and tight. When you have a long penis like I do, you like to stuff it into a cunt that it's going to fit nice and snug into."
"Black men are master cocksmen, sister," I said to her. And I felt my rod. It was stiff by now. And when my cock gets stiff I like to bring it off. Shit. If a woman makes a soul brother's prick hard, it's her duty to bring him off.
"How about yourself, big brother," she said with a knowing smile. "I'll bet you've got a nice piece of meat hanging on you."
"You bet it's big," I said. "It's big and hard!"
I could tell she was getting excited. She looked around and saw that there was no one else at the bus stop. There was no one else even near enough to see us.
"I sure would like to see it," she said suddenly.
Well, normally I don't go around flashing my balls and trouser snake to broads I meet at bus stops. But I'd been looking at the nice big tits on this broad and I'd been peeping at the way her legs rustled under that white nurse's uniform. And damn it if I didn't want to take my cock out and show it to her. Well, I couldn't show it to her on the street, so I waited until her bus came. Then I took the seat near the window and she sat on the aisle. There was only one old lady besides us and the driver on the bus. The old lady was sitting up front. So as soon as the bus began to move this white nurse reached over and unzipped my fly.
I let her pull down my zipper and unbutton my pants. Then she reached in and grabbed my penis. She pulled it out and gasped.
"Wow," she said. "That's the biggest fucking cock I've ever seen in my life!"
She was running her fingers up and down the long blue vein underneath it. Her hands were good and cockwise. I could tell that the doctors in that hospital had taught this little white nursie how to handle cocks nice and carefully. Her thumb rubbed over the hole on the tip of my rod and wiped away a few wet drops which had already squirted up there.
"I sure would like it if you came by my apartment for maybe an hour or so," she said. "Get the idea?"
In case I didn't get the idea, she motioned to her crotch with the hand that wasn't on my cock. She gave a wriggle with her ass to show me that she sure would like to sit down on my stick. Man, I got that message and I sure did jive on it. My wife hadn't fucked me since the previous night. And, man, a brother with a cock like mine needs attention in the afternoon.
She led me back to her apartment where she asked me to unbutton her nursing uniform for her. I undid all the buttons down the back. Then I pushed the uniform forward and it slid down over her. She was left with just her white bra and a pair of panties with white stockings stuck to them with garters. I reached around her and pushed my palms across her breasts, cupping my big black palms around her nipples. I could feel her tits get hard beneath the cloth of her bra. Yet I could feel her trying to pull away.
"Not yet," I heard her say.
"Not yet, what?" I asked.
"I don't want to fuck yet," she said. And again she tried to pull herself away.
"Fuck that," I said. "My cock's hard. I want to fuck now."
"I have to have dinner first," she said. I'd just eaten so I didn't give a crap about her having dinner. I wanted to fuck first. Shit. My cock was hard as a frozen banana.
She tried to break the grip I had on her breasts, but she couldn't. I unhooked her bra from the back and yanked at it. She was beginning to get the idea that she had invited into her apartment a man she couldn't control. She was right. What white girl can expect to control a soul brother when his prick is up?
I pulled her bra off and pulled her down to the floor. Her breasts were large and white and they jiggled around as I pulled her down. She began to struggle with me. She was changing her mind about getting fucked. But I hadn't changed my mind and my prick hadn't changed its mind. I held her tightly as she pushed her small white hands at my face. I pushed my lips to her left breast and took the nipple in my mouth. I began to suck on it as she began to try to kick at me. I felt her nipple erect until it was as hard as a big stone. Then I pushed a hand against her other breast and found that the other nipple was just as hard. And her other breast was just as large and soft.
A guy can only play with tits for so long without having to have the pussy that goes with them. I began to push my hand at her crotch. I could feel her cunt under her white panties. But she was holding tightly to her panties. She definitely had changed her mind about getting fucked. She didn't want it now. She was starting to cry and was holding her panties up with both hands. That didn't bother me none at all. In fact, the more she struggled, the more it turned me on. I liked women to fight to protect their cunts. I liked them to fight because I knew they could never win.
I moved my hand to her crotch and grabbed the cloth of her panties that went between her legs. I gave it a good long yank and the cloth began to tear. I pulled with my powerful black wrists and the whole crotch of the panties ripped out, revealing her hairy bush to me. It had been a couple of months since I'd last seen any white snatch. Black cunt is better than white, as everyone with a cock knows. But every once in a while it's good to have a white pussy just for the fun of the conquest. And I tell you, doctor, white pussy always has to put up a fight before it can receive its long black visitor. It's a racism thing, dig. The white girls like to think they put up a good fight before they let their powerful black lovers stick cock into them. The white sisters really like black cock better than white, but they just don't like to admit it, dig. Like I said man, it's a racist thing.
As soon as I had the crotch ripped away from her panties, I began to shove my long black fingers all around her white cunt. She was wet, man, juicing real wet. Her cunt was flooding with excitement, even though she didn't stop fighting me. It just shows you how bad she really wanted black cock in her cunt. I pulled the garters off her stockings and then pulled off the rest of her panties. All she had left on was stockings. I decided I'd let her keep them on as I fucked her.
But before I could fuck her I had to have some more attention on my balls. And, hell, I still had my pants on even though my cock was ready to poke through my zipper.
So I grabbed her by her wrist and twisted her arm behind her back. I hurt her. It hurt her so much that she winced and gasped and stopped kicking at me.
"Now you listen to me, little white girl," I barked at her. "You going to satisfy my needs real good now."
She said nothing. She only groaned at the way I was twisting her arm.
"You're going to take down my pants and take my cock out. And if you get smart and bite it or hit it I'll knock the piss out of you."
She gasped again. I saw her look at my crotch where my penis was bulging beneath the fly to my pants. She looked as if she was scared of my cock, as all women should be. My prick is so big that it scares most women!
"Understand?" I snarled at her. She nodded. Her big white boobs with her hard red nipples bounced as she nodded. I looked down at her black patch of pubic hair as she sat on the floor with her arm twisted behind her back. I thought what a jiving good time it would be to forcibly fuck her while I was still hurting her arm.
She reached to my belt and unbuckled it. Then she slowly fumbled with her one loose hand and undid the button at my pants. Then she pulled down my zipper and I let her pull down my pants.
Down they came. Then she pulled down my briefs and my huge penis came popping out. She panted with pain as she saw my penis. It must have looked bigger, blacker and more frightening to her now than it did on the bus. There were tears in her eyes. She knew that the boss man was in cock control. She knew she had to be nice to my big black dick and she knew that she was going to get fucked by it anyway.
"Take it in your mouth," I said. And my captive naked white girl pushed her trembling lips to my penis. I felt her soft lips wrap gently around the front big tip of my cock. She started to suck on it and glide her lips up and down the front end of my penis.
"Good," I said slowly. "Good. You just keep mouth tooling my cock and you won't get hurt none."
She kept it up. She kept working up wetness in her mouth to slide her lips up and down my prick with. To let her know that she was doing real good I loosened up my grip on her arm a little. The more she licked my prick and the more she glided her lips up and down, the more pressure I took off her arm.
"Now nibble those big hairy black balls of mine," I ordered. And she obeyed immediately, nuzzling her lips and mouth against my nuts, taking my warm hairy nuts into her wet mouth and fondling them with her lips and tongue. My balls were too big for this little white nurse to get all into her mouth at once. But she tried hard. And the more she sucked at my genitals, the harder my prick got. I nearly made her take me in her mouth and suck me off, but then I looked down to her hairy snatch and her sturdy little legs and I knew I wanted to poke my rod into her box and come in it. A man has his right to choose where he wants to come.
"It's so big," she gasped as soon as she could speak again. "You're prick is so big!"
"Wait till you feel it in you, baby," I said to her, giving her a mean cold stare as she cupped her one free hand under my nuts and nibbled on the tip of my long black rod again.
"Please," she began to beg. "My vagina isn't that big. Don't fuck me with that big cock of yours! It's too big for my poor little defenseless cunt."
I gave her arm a sudden jerk again so that she'd know that the main man was still boss. "I'll tell you who gets fucked and when," I said to her. And she nodded painfully as I held my grip on her arm.
"Now I'm going to bend over," I said. "You know what I want you to do?"
"B ... b ... bend over?" she repeated.
"You better figure out what I want, honey," I said. "Or you could get really hurt!"
I knelt down on the floor in front of a big full-length door mirror. She stared at me until she realized that she was staring right into my big black ass.
"You better be thinking hard, baby," I said. She was rubbing her arm where I'd held it. It was still hurting her. But as she stared at my ass and as I watched her in the mirror, she finally figured out what her soul brother master wanted. He wanted his ass I licked. Before enjoying his captive cunt, he wanted his tail licked.
"But ... but I've never licked out an asshole before," she panted.
"You're going to learn now, baby," I said. "Now get busy."
I watched in the mirror as she pushed her face closer and closer to my big black buttocks. Then I felt her big white breasts push against the top rear of my legs. Then as I watched in the mirror I felt her hands spreading apart the cheeks of my ass. Then she pushed her face into the crack and began to push her tongue into my rectum. Her tongue darted into and out of my asshole. I liked the feel of it, but I was doing it more as an experiement than anything else since I had always wanted to have my ass licked. Now that I knew what it was like, I was ready to ball her.
After she'd licked my ass for a few minutes, I quickly turned around on her and pushed her back onto the floor. She felt backward with her sturdy white stockinged legs spread apart. Before she had a chance to pull her legs together to protect her crotch, I had mounted her and was pushing my long black penis into her hairy slot.
She wriggled her crotch again and she begged me not to fuck her. I happened to look in that full length mirror and see my long black body stretched out on top of her wriggling, struggling white body. And I saw my long dark rod inserting itself into her crotch. I felt it slide into her wet hole and I watched in the mirror as it disappeared into her.
"Please!" she whined. "It's so big! So big!"
I pushed it around in her and felt her gasp and continue to rotate and wriggle her bottom. I stroked her back and forth with my rod over and over again. I felt the come brewing up inside it. The nurse was pushing at my shoulders to try to push me off her. But she couldn't budge me. And I considered it a point of honor to stay in her until I came. When I came it would be sort of like claiming her as a conquest. I think you dig the way it is.
I had never watched myself fuck in a mirror, so I kept my eyes right on the way she had me lying between those legs of hers with the white stockings still on them. I had fucked her so fast after coming in the door that she had never had a chance to get completely undressed. All the more power to the penis! I fired away at her cunt with long pistoning thrusts of my cock.
The come was brewing up in me and I knew I was going to get a better come off. Just then she could feel my cock growing large and getting ready to explode in her. She started to yell and sob.
"Don't come! Please don't come!" she cried out as my cock grew bigger and bigger. I, of course, had no intention of listening to her. The penis was the boss and it would come just as soon as it wanted to.
Yet the more she yelled and ranted and sobbed about my having my cock in her the more intense the feeling in my cock grew. It kept getting better and better until I realized that the reason that my penis felt so fucking good in her was that I had forced it in. She didn't want it in there. That's why it felt so good and that's why I had such a bad-assed tremendous fucking come in her pussy box.
My cock exploded with tremendous long spurts of juice. I must have hosed down the entire insides of her vagina. She squealed a little as she felt my big cock lurching and spurting off inside her. Yet I held her as tight as I could and kept stroking my cock in her as the come gushed beautifully out of my prick. It was over in a few seconds. I pulled my long dick out of her and sat up. A few minutes later I ordered her to lick my balls off. When she refused I belted her across the face. Then when I asked again she obeyed....
...Luther J.-stopped at that point so that I could ask him certain questions. I was a bit confused by part of his story.
"Luther," I asked my patient, "I want to check two points with you. You originally said that you felt that none of the women you raped wanted to be raped. Yet you told me that this white nurse encouraged you to come to her apartment. Don't you feel that she actually wanted you to forcibly conquer her sexually?"
"Look at it this way, man," Luther said in response. "A lot of these honkey girls want to have a black lover in their cunts. But no matter how bad they want some black dude to screw them, they just ain't got the nerve to come right out and fuck for a black man. It's the racist thing, man, like I said before. So actually they don't want to get fucked by a black man to do it themselves. A brother has got to take them by force if he wants to get his cock in."
Although I didn't completely come to the same conclusions as Mr. J-, I went on to clarify the next point.
"Luther," I asked the patient," you said that you used to have sex with this nurse regularly. Is that correct."
"It is, man," Luther answered.
"How did that happen if you had to rape her the first time."
"Well, man, that was the whole crazy thing with this white nurse. She told me after I'd fucked her that I juiced her cunt and made it orgasm better than any other dude, black or white, had ever done. So she asked me to come back and fuck her again. Soon. I was suspicious at first, but one day when my fucking bitch wife wouldn't screw for me I had to get some cunt somewhere. So I called her up and went over to her place. She was waiting for me with nothing on but a bra. No panties, no nothing. So I fucked her that whole afternoon until she went to work in the evening. Then I took some sleep while she was at work. When she came back to her apartment again I screwed her four times. All night. Man, I sewed some mean seeds in that little white nurse's box."
"And where did your wife think you were when you didn't come home that night?" I asked him.
"Shit if I know, man. Hell. I figure she knew I was out screwing some broad. But, hell. She kept her cunt lips too tight for me to get into her, so what the hell's she expect other than me going out to screw somewhere else. I'll tell you, by this time she knew that she wasn't going to have me hanging around her much more."
"Having sex with this nurse contributed to your divorce then?" I asked him.
"Well, man," Luther said, "this nurse taught me how to dig rape. See? I raped her and she fell in love with my big cock. She told me that my prick was abnormally large and that she'd help me satisfy it. But the deal was that once I really knew how good a cock I had, I couldn't be satisfied with just this white nurse. I wanted to start fucking soul sisters. That's when I started to rape more and more."
"Please explain," I said.
"Well, man," Luther said, "the whole kick to fucking that nurse was forcing my big cock into her. When she began to ask me to fuck her, it began to lose a lot of the jive for me. See? That there nurse taught me that because I had one bitch of a big piece of meat between my legs, I'd be able to fuck regularly any bitch I picked out just as long as I could stuff my cock in her the first time."
"Let me be sure I understand you properly," I said to Mr. J-, interrupting him. "Because of your abnormally long penis, you think that any woman will let you have sex with her after she discovers how potent your sexual organ is."
"Right on, baby," said Mr. J-.
"So in other words, you have to rape a woman in order to show her how good a 'cocksman' you are," I continued.
"That's it, man. That's one of the two reasons I rape."
"What's the other?" I asked.
"Well, man, a guy like me with a big cock likes to conquer. Dig it? I like to have exciting sex. When I feel that I'm conquering a cunt, it excites my cock more. It makes me come better. So I have to rape. I have to rape to satisfy my big bad-assed cock!"
Mr. J-broke into long bursts of laughter at that point, most likely in thinking back over the twelve women he had raped in the last five weeks.
In defense of Mr. J-'s behavior, I had to admit that he seemed like a sexually relaxed and well satisfied man. I glanced at my watch and saw that merely a few minutes remained in this interviewing session.
"Briefly, Mr. J-," I said to him, "in the few minutes that remain can you tell me the circumstances of your next two rapes."
"Sure, man. I was still fucking the nurse on the side, but I also wanted to get some good black ass, too. Well, I'm a pretty strong dude so when I picked out my victims it wasn't hard."
"Who was your next victim?" I asked.
"She was a college student. She had been dating this dude whom I didn't like at all, and I knew she'd been putting out for him. Well, one night I saw him picking her up at her place right near the college campus. So I went into a bar across the street and kept my eyes open. A few hours later, after watching a basketball game on the television at the bar and after putting away a few quarts of beer, I walked over to her building and climbed up the back fire escape. I waited there until she came home. Then I looked in the window to see if this other dude had come in with her."
"Had he?" I asked.
"No, man," Luther said. "She was all alone. All alone and beginning to get undressed. I watched her take off her shirt and then her skirt. She walked around the room in bra and panties for a few minutes. Then she pulled her bra off and turned to face the window. She was nude except her panties. I stared at her crotch and could see her pubic hair underneath her pink silk panties. I stared at her nice big round breasts and her long legs. Man! Did I get a hard-on watching her."
"Did you go through the window at that point?" I asked Mr. J-.
"No man," he answered. "I watched her a bit more. She cupped her hands under her breasts as she stood in front of a mirror. She was admiring her tits. Then she took down her panties and stood fully nude in front of that mirror. I stared at her bare cunt and then stared at the round brown flesh of her ass. I was trying to decide whether or not to fuck her up the asshole. I mean, man, she had such a nice round ass that I really wanted to stick my cock into it."
"What happened then?" I asked the patient.
"When she walked close to the window I suddenly opened it and jumped through it. I managed to gag her with my hand almost as fast as I got into her apartment. I dragged her down to the floor immediately and undid my pants. I got right on top of her as she kicked and tried to scream. As usual, the harder she fought, the better my prick felt. Her cunt was wet, almost as if she'd already been fucked a few hours earlier. So I managed to get my cock in easily. Once it was in she stopped screaming and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I pumped my ass up and down and came after about five minutes of fucking."
"And after you withdrew your penis from her?" I asked Luther. "Did she scream again then?"
"Nope," he said. "She was real quiet. Sort of like she was glad she'd been fucked well but didn't want to admit it. I made her kiss my penis, though, and she told me that it was the biggest penis she'd ever seen."
"You seem to receive a number of compliments on the size of your penis," I noted. "Do most women comment on it?"
"They do more than like to comment on it," laughed Luther. "They like to sit on it and rotate on it. Dig?"
"I dig," I said. "Now briefly tell me about your third rape."
"She was a fourteen-year-old girl," Luther said proudly, "and there ain't much to tell you about it. She was on her way home from a junior high school one day when I spotted her while driving in my car. I offered her a ride. Then I offered to take her to my apartment on the way home. She was a well-built little soul sister, but she wasn't very smart. I mean like any broad should know she's going to get fucked if she goes to a man's apartment after school."
"You raped her at your own apartment?" I asked.
"That's right," Luther said. "That's what's nice about not having my bitch wife around any more. I can rape in my own apartment."
"Did you have to rape this young girl violently?"
"Well, yeah," Luther began to explain. "What happened was that after I got her up to my apartment I exhibited to her. I thought that might make her interested in fucking."
"You exposed your penis?" I asked Luther.
"Yeah," he answered. I walked out of the bedroom with my fly open and my great big brown snake hanging out."
"What was the girl's reaction?" I asked him.
"She was scared. Scared shitless. She gasped and squealed when she saw it. I figured she'd never seen an erect rod before. I was right."
"Did you immediately attack her?"
"No, I went over to her and explained that I was going to fuck her. I told her in vivid detail exactly what I was going to do. I told her how I was going to remove her clothes piece by piece until I had her entirely naked. Then I told her I was going to drive my long brown prong right into her slot. I told her it was going to hurt a little if she'd never screwed before, but that it would feel good after it had a chance to slip all the way in."
"What did this young soul sister do then?"
"She began to react very badly. She pushed me and slapped at my penis. She missed it of course, but I had to grab her by the hair to control her. She wriggled and pushed even harder and tried to escape. That's when I demanded that she kiss my penis."
"Would she kiss it?" I asked Mr. J-.
"No," he answered. "She was too scared. And she was fighting like a little panther cub. So I had to give up on the idea of having her mouth me. Instead I went right for her cunt. I grabbed her panties from under her skirt and managed to pull them right down. As soon as I had them off her I picked her up and carried her into my bedroom."
"Was this easy?"
"Yeah," Mr. J-answered. "Pretty easy. I was so much stronger than she was. I tossed her down on the bed and mounted her quickly. She had her legs together so I had to reach down and get both of my hands between her knees. Then I pushed her knees apart at the same time as I pushed my penis into her cunt."
"Was she physically 'turned on?' " I asked Mr. J-.
"Yeah, some. She was still pretty scared and her cunt was tight just from not having been fucked yet. I had to open her up, you know. But I'll tell you, after I got my cock into her and poked through her cherry I felt real good. I mean, this was virgin territory, man. I was picking her cherries with this big brown dick of mine. And she was gasping and wriggling and doing everything in the book to fight off my cock. Yet when my long brown peter is in there, I got a claim on a broad's cunt. I mean, she's mine when I get the dick in, dig? And this here virgin schoolgirl sure as shit was mine that afternoon when I plowed my long cock in her. You know what? I fucked her so fast that I never got any more undressed than pulling my pants down. And all I did to her was yank her panties off and push up her skirt to uncover her pussy. We fucked with most of our clothes on, man, and it was a frigging gas!"
Mr. J-then laughed at his conquest and boasted again about the length of his penis. I thanked him for the further information and asked him to select a time and day to return for a further interview. He complied with my request.
While I will save my explanation of Mr. J-'s case until the reader has had an opportunity to read the entire transcript of his interview sessions, I will reveal the notes which I had by this time made on Mr. J-'s case.
Mr. J-obviously is a black man with a very powerful penis fixation. That is to say that he is quite proud of his penis and of its size. Similarly, he is proud of the way he can use his penis as a tool of power over women.
He obviously has quite an intense sexual drive, as most rapists do, a drive which his wife was unable to satisfy by herself.
Mr. J-also displayed a subconscious desire not to admit that he actually felt that the women he was raping actually did want him to have sex with him. Mr. J-finds it much more exciting to think that he is forcing his will on unwilling women. But in the case of the white nurse whom he initially "raped" there is strong evidence that she strongly desired sex with a black man such as Mr.
J-. This, of course, is quite common among young, sophisticated white women in urban environments. Word has travelled among young white women that black men are intensely more satisfying than their white counterparts. Thus many white girls who are healthy and sexually liberated, seek the attention's of a strong, potent black lover.
The second and third rapes committed by Mr.
J-were obviously rapes in which the young women involved did not outwardly desire sex with Mr. J-. He, however, being proud of his penis, felt that he was doing them a bit of a service by introducing them to an organ of his size.
Before going on to Mr. J-'s second interview, I must prepare the reader for something which took place in our second interview session.
Since a good deal of Mr. J-'s rape and penis fixation stems from his estimation of his penis as abnormally large, I was forced to make a decision.
I had to know whether Mr. J-did in fact have an abnormally long penis or whether his belief in his having a long organ was merely a pretext for his rape tendencies.
In order to find out the exact measurement of Mr.
J-'s penis I had to ask him if he would permit a measurement to be taken. Yet, to protect myself and my good professional name from charges of homosexual practices, I had to have a woman present both for the measurement and, in fact, to arouse an erection from Mr. J-.
I did not know, before Mr. J-returned for his second interview, whether or not he would permit such a measurement to be taken. The reader will soon see how Mr. J-, a sexually active man, reacted.
INTERVIEW 2
"You want to measure my penis?" Mr. Luther J- snapped at me in surprise when I mentioned my scientific suggestion at our second interview session. "I thought I came here to talk about rape."
"You did," I reassured the patient. "But throughout your first interview you stressed that the size of your penis was an important motivating factor in your rapes. I'd like to measure it in order to find out exactly how large it is."
"Limp or stiff?" he asked cautiously.
I cleared my throat as I began to respond. "Stiff," I said.
"Just how do you plan to get it stiff for me?" he asked me with more than a passing air of suspicion.
"I intend to have a woman do it for you," I said to him.
"A woman?" he asked.
"An attractive soul sister who, for the interest of science," I informed him, "has consented to help make your penis hard."
"A soul sister?" he asked, his voice taking a more moderate tone. "Show me."
I leaned forward to my intercom and asked Miss Mason to please come into the room.
We waited for a few moments. Then Miss Mason, a twenty year old black medical researcher at the local institute entered the room. Miss Mason was dressed only in a very small green bikini. Luther J-took a good look at her as she entered the room. Miss Mason's bikini was small enough so that he could see her large brown breasts, her long legs and the tender area just beneath the crotch of her bathing suit.
"Shit! Is she going to fuck for me?" Luther asked me with a big grin on his face.
"Miss Mason has consented to take part in a medical and psychological examination," I informed Mr. J-. "She is going to measure your penis."
At that point, with no further talking, Mr. J sat up on the interviewing couch and allowed the bikini clad black girl to unbuckle his pants and take them down. I watched in a supervisory capacity as she lowered Mr. J-'s underwear. Then I studied his reactions carefully as his penis began to erect just as soon as Miss Mason placed her hands on it.
"My, lord," she said in her tender young voice. "He is enormous!"
I watched as she pulled his penis free from his clothes. It erected to a huge length and I could tell, before the actual measurement was taken, that Mr. J-did in fact have an abnormal genital endowment.
Miss Mason, as according to our pre-arranged scientifically motivated plan, leaned forward to Mr. J-'s penis and took the end of it in her mouth. Mr. J-relaxed as she brought his penis up to its fully erect state. Then, from the crotch of her bathing suit, she pulled a cloth tape measure and held it to Mr. J-'s penis as she continued to hold the end of his sexual organ in her mouth.
"Nine and three quarter inches," she announced when her measurement was complete. Mr. J had been quite correct in his assessment of his penis as particularly long. The average American male has a penis length of six or seven inches, with the average American black male having a measurement slightly longer.
Miss Mason then let Mr. J-'s penis slip from her mouth. Mr. J-, however, reacted in a way in which I suspected he might.
"Wait a minute," he said. "Shit. You can't just have her get me hard and then let her hang me up. Shit. I got to be brought off if I'm going to do any more talking about rape. Shit! No man can sit and talk with his prick hard."
Miss Mason looked over to me and I nodded to her, indicating that we would have to complete our second phase of this plan. I had thought that Mr. J-might insist upon having an ejaculation. Miss Mason had alrady agreed to give him one.
Miss Mason took off the top of her bathing suit first and permitted Mr. J-to push his large brown hands against her large firm breasts. I watched as Mr. J-played with her nipples by taking them between his thumb and forefingers. Then as he played with her breasts, the young wriggling soul sister moved her own hands down to her bikini bottom and unsnapped the catches on the sides. The bottom of her bathing suit came off in her hands and she stepped out of it. Mr. J wasted no time in moving one of his hands to her pubic area where he immediately began to finger her vaginal region.
Miss Mason, who I hasten to add, had agreed upon this act in the interest of scientific research, seemed to enjoy Mr. J-'s attention and, like any normal soul sister who has just had her clothing taken from her, was intensely interested in Mr.
J-'s abnormally long penis.
She moved her mouth back down to it and took it into her lips again, fondling it gently and running her tongue up and down it as she cupped her hands beneath his genitals.
Within a few more minutes, Miss Mason, who had agreed to let Mr. J-orgasm in her mouth if necessary for science, turned to me.
"His prick is so big, doctor," she said. "I think I'd like him to fuck me instead."
"I have no objection," I said to her. And I watched them and made a few notes as Mr. J lay back on my examination couch. Miss Mason moved onto the couch after him as he lay back with his abnormally long penis erect and sticking up at the ceiling. Miss Mason nibbled at his penis a little more but then moved quickly into a position where she was squatting just above him.
I watched as Miss Mason, completely nude and with her large breasts bearing the most erect nipples I'd ever seen, squatted down on Mr. J-'s penis, bringing his long organ directly and resolutely into her vagina. Then the two people embraced as Mr. J-stroked his penis in and out of her with deep plunging piston-like actions.
Miss Mason, intensely excited, appeared to orgasm several times as Mr. J-drove that long penis of his up and down into her. Their intercourse lasted about fifteen minutes, every second of which had Mr. J-'s penis stroking back and forth in her. I had to admit that I was quite impressed with Mr. J-'s physical ability to maintain an erection so long under those conditions.
Miss Mason uttered a long shrill squeal when Luther attained his climax in her. I could fully appreciate why she was so excited when I considered that a man with such a large penis must ejaculate tremendous torrents of fluid. I then allowed my patient and the young black female medical researcher to have fifteen minutes of afterplay and time to dress again. Then, after a cup of coffee, Mr. J-allowed me to continue our interview. Miss Mason, quite satisfied obviously, departed.
"You see what I mean about my penis, doc?" said the smiling Mr. J-. "When women see this big piece of meat I got they just have to have it in them. Shit! I'm doing women a favor by fucking them with this big prick I got!"
I had to concede the point that Miss Mason had only agreed to perform fellatio upon the patient. Having sexual intercourse was something she decided to do after seeing the man's large organ.
"You know what I call my cock, man?" the patient then asked. "I call it Black Beauty!"
"Perhaps we can discuss some other of your rapes, Luther," I then said to him. "The last rape you told me about was that of a fourteen-year-old school girl. Who was the next one after that?"
"Lucille," he said.
"And who was Lucille?"
"A former lady friend of mine who'd never put out none," Mr. J-explained.
"Please tell me about it," I asked. And Mr. J-began his story....
...Lucille was a bitch I used to try to screw back when I was married. She was a girl friend of my wife. Because she was my wife's friend she'd never fuck for me. Well, after my wife and I split I realized that my wife used to have a key to Lucille's apartment. But my wife forgot to take the key with her when she moved out. So, shit, man, I found that key one day and decided to pay Lucille a little visit.
Lucille didn't have a husband or anything like that so I didn't have to worry none about that. I drove over to her apartment and parked my car around the block. I went up to her apartment and rang her bell. She was out. So I went into her apartment and got myself a can of beer from her refrigerator. Then I sat down and waited on her. She came home about ten o'clock that night. She was alone. I heard her coming up the stairs.
I stood behind the door as she opened it. Then as she walked through the door I grabbed her from behind, pulling my hand across her mouth to shut her up. I didn't want no broad screaming when I wanted to fuck her.
My cock was stiff from the second she came through that door. I kicked the door shut behind her as she struggled with my hands around her. I kept one hand on her mouth and the other hand was across her breasts.
Lucille had big black breasts and she didn't wear no bra neither. I tore her blouse open and saw the buttons go onto the floor. Then I reached right in there and grabbed her breasts with my big powerful hand.
"It's me, Lucille," I then muttered in her ear. "It's Luther and I'm here to fuck you."
She stopped struggling when she heard it was me. I took my hand off her mouth.
"This ain't a joke Luther," she said. "You had me scared."
"I'll have you fucked in a couple of minutes," I said back to her. And she suddenly realized that I wasn't farting around. I meant what I said when I said I was going to fuck her.
She started to pull away from me.
"I don't want to fuck you," she said. "Your wife, Rita, is a friend of mine."
"Rita may be your friend," I barked at her, "but she ain't my wife no more."
And I lunged at her, tackling her around the waist and pulling her onto a sofa. I tore off the rest of her blouse and pushed my face to her boobs as I ran my hand over her cunt. She tried to hold her legs together to keep me away from her crotch, but the more she fought, the more she made me intent on screwing her. I pulled at her short little skirt that she'd always used to tease me with and I soon had it loose enough to pull off her. Then it was just a matter of pulling her panties down her legs until I had her totally naked.
I have a mad passion for licking cunt and hers was a cunt I'd always wanted to lick. So as soon as I had her panties down I turned around and pushed my face to her cunt. I spread her legs apart by pushing my hands on the insides of her thighs. And as soon as her tight little crotch opened up with her spreading legs, I pushed my mouth into her pussy.
The pussy was dry so I lapped my long moist tongue up and down its lips. The more I licked the less she struggled. I soon was able to push the tip of my tongue into the opening of her vagina. Pretty soon her whole cunt was smushy and wet. When that happened I knew she'd be an easy fuck.
But you know what happened by that time? She had grabbed my big erect penis and was fondling it with her hands as I was licking her cunt. It made my cock so hard that I knew I had to plunge it into her bush real fast.
So I turned her around suddenly and spread her legs apart.
"No," she started to moan again. "No," she panted, "I don't want to be fucked."
But that just made it feel better when I jammed my prick between her legs and began to wriggle my crotch into hers. I felt my long brown snake slip between the lips of her cunt and I felt her whole body shiver as my penis slid its full length into her.
"Oh," she gasped. "Oh. You're so big in there!"
But I didn't say anything. I merely pumped my ass back and forth as I brought my hands down to where both palms were pressing on the backside of her ass. I held her ass firmly from the back as I jammed my prick in from the front. I pistoned her for a long time until I decided to let my come fly loose. Then I let my prick rip forth with huge long bursts of come, soaking up the insides of her pussy and satisfying my cock very nicely. This Lucille was a bitch who I'd wanted to fuck for a couple of years. It was just then that I realized that a man can't sit around waiting for ladies to fuck for him. A man's got to go out and force them to fuck for him. That's the only way it can be done, man, the only way....
...I interrupted the patient at this point to question him on a certain matter.
"Tell me, Luther," I said to him. "This Lucille knew who you were. Did she prefer criminal charges against you for raping her? "
"No man," he answered. "She loved my big long cock too much to get me busted by the pigs. You know what she did? She asked me to come back and fuck her again about a month later."
"Did you go?"
"Yeah," I went. "And she then introduced me to two of her soul sister girl friends from work. One sister named Doris and the other sister named Cindy. Lucille told me that those two sisters lived together and were just leaving. So I found out where they lived for future reference. Then I settled down and fucked Lucille again. I spent the whole night fucking her, dog style from the rear."
"Did she like that position?" I asked the patient.
He began to laugh. "Yeah," he said. "She liked it real good ... and so did her friends Doris and Cindy."
"Please explain," I said to Mr. J-.
"Well, man," Mr. J-explained, "I got feeling horny the next night so I called up Miss Cindy and asked her if I could come over to talk to her. She said yes. So I took some rope with me and went over to see Miss Cindy and Miss Doris. Well, they were all dressed real nice when I got there, but that didn't take long."
"You raped them, too," I asked him.
"Man," I just couldn't help myself. I had to rape them. When I look at a bitch and I want to fuck her, I don't mess around. I just go for her clothes and don't stop until I have my penis squarely whammed into her cunt. Dig?"
"How did you happen to rape them both?" I asked Luther.
"I grabbed Doris and tied her up quickly, tying her hands to her feet and then her feet to a chair. Then I just grabbed Cindy and threw her down on the floor. I pulled up her skirt from the back and then pulled down her panties. That bared her ass. Then I just let my cock pop out of my pants while I jammed my cock into her pussy from behind.
"Neither of them screamed?" I asked Mr. J-.
"Nope. Cindy yelled a little when I shoved my cock in, but only because her cunt was still dry when I stuck it into her. Doris shut up nicely. She was too busy watching her friend get fucked. She started to yell a little when I untied her feet and started to fuck her. But I guess it was just because she didn't like having her arms tied when she was getting balled."
"How long did it take between the time you withdrew from the first woman and entered the second?" I asked Mr. J--.
"About ten minutes," he said. "When I'm fucking, I work up come in a real hurry."
"And what about after you had raped these two young women?" I asked Mr. J-. "Did any of them lodge criminal charges against you?"
"Man, look," Mr. J-shot back to me. "These broads like getting it with a big prick like mine. They never complain afterward. It's just at first that you have to force it into them."
I glanced at my watch and again found that my interviewing time was almost at an end. I realized that I had lost much valuable interviewing time with Mr. J-by having his penis measured by Miss Mason. But ascertaining the exact length of Mr. J-'s sexual organ was important to establishing whether his vision of his penis was based on fact or fantasy.
I had hoped to discuss Mr. J-'s other six rapes with him at length, but I found that I only had time for him to tell me briefly about each. All sex followed the pattern he had already set. He would rape and no criminal charges would ever be asked against him. At first the woman would resist, but, according to Mr. J-, the woman would enjoy her rape so much that she wished Mr. J-no ill.
The six rapes were a teenage white girl whom Mr. J-spotted at the beach and raped in the bathhouse, a twenty-three-year-old black waitress whom Mr. J-followed to her apartment, his wife's brother's wife who never told either her husband or anyone else about the incident, a black secretary whom Mr. J-spotted on a bus one night and pulled into an alley, and a black fashion model whom Mr. J-spotted in a department store.
My fashion model, interestingly, was asked for a date by Mr. J-. She accepted. When he called for her at her apartment, she thought that they would be going out to dinner. Instead, Mr. J brought a pair of handcuffs with him, carried the model into the bedroom and handcuffed her to her bedpost. He then removed her clothes and raped her twice. He then went to the kitchen of her apartment where he found a jar of honey. He took the honey back to the bedroom and poured it on his penis. He forced the model, whose name is well known and might be recognized if included here, to then lick the honey off Mr. J-'s penis. His penis became erect again when the model complied with his wishes. When it was fully erect, he raped her a third time.
I'm sure that it is quite evident that the rape syndrome which Mr. J-is in is a result of his intense penis fixation, as I discussed earlier. Because he is a vigorous and healthy black man with an aggressive sexual pattern, he feels that he must have a very intense and rough sexual experience to satisfy the abnormally large needs of his abnormally long penis. Since so much of sex is psychological, we can easily see that the rapes which Mr. J-commits are meant to be as pleasing to his own concept of himself as a sexual phenomenon as they are to be physically pleasing.
Mr. J-has asked me to help him break his rape tendency since he does understand that eventually he could land in a great deal of legal trouble through rape. I have consented, of course, since I in no way approve of forcing sex upon an unwilling victim. What is open to debate, of course, is whether or not some of Mr. J-'s twelve victims actually did want and enjoy sex with a man of his immense genital proportions.
A final note on Luther J-. A man with a penis the size of his is a difficult man for a woman to sexually resist. This is understandable, since every normal healthy female enjoys a large penis erected in her vagina. But I have learned that Mr.
J-is now in the midst of an affair with none other than Miss Mason, the black medical researcher whom I introduced Mr. J-to. Miss Mason and Mr. J-have spoken to me openly about the fact that they now both enjoy a vigorous sexual life together.
It began when Mr. J-having enjoyed Miss Mason so much in my office, found her name and address and turned up in her apartment one night. Instead of screaming and throwing him out, she was quite glad to see him again. She had. been dreaming about his excessively large penis every day since their first intercourse session in my office. She was quite happy to know that she had pleased him enough for him to come looking for her. She was also quite pleased to allow him to put his penis in her again. So although Mr. J did not need to rape Miss Mason, he did manage to have sex with her again.
He tells me that he finds her most satisfying and with her help and mine he thinks he may break his pattern of rape sex. He tells me, however, that in order to create a sexual atmosphere that is most exciting for them Miss Mason likes to be roughly grabbed and have her clothes torn off her. Then, he says, she wants him to spank her vigorously with either the flat of his hand or a hairbrush across her soft brown buttocks. He then throws her onto the bed and vigorously mounts her, inserts his penis, and brings her to climax several times until his own climax some fifteen or twenty minutes later. Mr. J-is quite happy with the procedure. And Miss Mason is equally pleased.
This sexual pattern of Miss Mason led me to ask her exactly what it is like for a woman to be raped. She told me quite frankly that it had never happened to her, but that she thought it might be exciting if the man were "the right one." Her response intrigued me and led me to seek out a rape victim, an attractive young black woman of twenty-one. Despite her youth, or perhaps because of these three rapes comprise Case History Three which follows immediately.
CASE HISTORY THREE
I spoke with several young black women who had been raped. I spoke with them since I feel that no study of the black rapist could possibly be complete without the testimony of the young women who have been the victims of rape. Black men choose normally to rape black women. It may simply be the fact that black women are more sensual than whites, or it may be that black men just have more of a chance to rape black women. Whatever the explanation, eighty percent of the rapes committed by black men are committed on black women.
When I interviewed a twenty-six year old black rapist named Curtis N-, he spoke to me of a young woman named Sylvina Y-, whom he had raped. He told me that Sylvina had already been the victim of two other rapes at the time that he raped her. And Curtis also told me that Sylvina, more than the other four women he had raped, had seemed to particularly enjoy the aggressive sex he was performing on her.
I thus took it upon myself to contact Miss Y-. I asked her if she would come to my offices to discuss the three rapes she'd been subjected to. At first she was quite wary, as if perhaps she expected that I might be still another rapist, set on satisfying his own needs at the expense of her body.
I told Miss Y--that she was perfectly free to check my credentials with the medical and psychological institutes which I'd worked with. Fortunately, Miss Y-became interested in my research and, in the interest of advancing psycho-sexual science, she agreed to come to my offices to be interviewed.
"To tell you the truth, doctor," she said to me as I clicked on my tape recorder to take down her entire testimony, "I've always been interested in why men rape women. I've been raped three times now and I'd like to know why. I'd like to know why men want to forcibly remove my clothes and drive their great big penises into my vagina. Men who don't even know me."
"That is the question which I'm seeking the answer to," I said to my patient. "I want to discover whether they are driven to it by their own intense sexual drives or by the social pressures or the ghetto or by the sheer magnetism of the black woman."
"When you find out, doctor," she said. "Let me know. I guess I'm sort of an authority on rape, having gotten it three times now."
Without wishing to make brash assumptions or misleading accusations, I could easily see why Miss Y-had been a victim three times. When she came to my offices for an interview, she was wearing the revealing type of clothing that would set any latent rapist to activity.
Miss Y-had her hair in a natural. She had her "fro" together, as she herself explained it. Then she wore simply a pair of green hoop earrings and a fiery red and yellow and green dashiki which, when she stood, went down only to a few inces below her genital area. Miss Y-, being quite an attractive young black sister, was revealing quite a bit of her long brown legs. And when she walked or lay back on my interviewing couch, I could tell from the points on her breasts that she was wearing no bra beneath that dashiki. I was led, I must admit, to wonder whether or not Miss Y-had dispensed with panties, too. I had heard rumors that many young Afro-American women, anxious to be "natural" were no longer wearing bras or panties beneath their clothes. I quickly put the question out of my mind for the moment. It is a strict policy of mine not to involve myself physically or emotionally with my patients.
"Miss Y-," I said to her after I had studied her very firm and supple black body, "I want you to tell me a very simple and very honest thing as we start our sessions. I want you to tell me whether or not you enjoy being raped."
"Doctor!" she snapped at me quickly, resenting the question as soon as I had asked it.
"Is the question out of order?" I asked her.
"It most certainly is!" she snapped at me.
"I don't find it at all unusual," I said to her.
"Why not?" she snapped back. "I'll bet you think that I'm some sort of slut! Only sluts like to be raped! And you think I'm a slut!"
"Not at all," I said to her in a perfectly calm voice. I noted immediately however that her extreme defensiveness about the subject probably indicated that she enjoyed being raped more than she might be ready to admit.
"I'm not talking to you if you already think I'm a slut. Hell. I don't give away my cunt to anybody."
"I wasn't accusing you of anything of the kind, Miss Y-," I reassured her. "My question was a normal and scientific one. You see, a great many healthy young Afro-American women enjoy being forcibly subdued. They enjoy, in short, a strong soul brother who'll force his sexual desires upon them."
She was quite quiet. She was ready to listen to me, the sign of an alert and thinking young mind. I continued to speak.
"The fact of the matter is, Miss Y-," I said to her, "that in a recent survey on a well-known college campus, close to seventy percent of the young black women interviewed said that they would secretly enjoy being raped at least once."
"Seventy per cent?" she asked with an air of astonishment.
"That's right," I said. "So you see, many healthy and sexually normal young women today desire a rape as a sexual experience. Today's young black woman is liberated and curious about her body and the bodies of strong black men. Many young women desire or enjoy rape. They just feel guilty about admitting it."
"Is that right?" she asked slowly, still with surprise ringing in her voice.
"So you see, Miss Y-" I continued, "if you secretly enjoyed the times that you were raped, don't feel ashamed or alone. Fell normal. Feel simply that you are a liberated young black woman."
She was silent, obviously trying to decide whether or not to answer my question.
"I will, however, withdraw my question. You needn't answer it," I said.
"Not so fast," she said. "I'll tell you this, doctor, but you can't ever tell anyone else."
"This entire interview is confidential as far as your name is concerned," I reassured her.
"I dug it. I mean I dug getting raped. I'll tell you true, doctor, for a girl to be stripped naked and then to have a big strong man all over her is something which any girl is going to dig."
"Then you're rather enthusiastic about being raped?" I asked.
"Doctor, I've never had orgasms like the ones I had when I was getting penises forced all through my cunt. I mean those orgasms I had were enough to send me out of my skull. I don't know whether it's just because the soul brothers who rape are better fuckers than the ones who don't rape, but I've never had cock quite the way I've had it from the big boys who rape."
"I see," I said. "Perhaps you could tell me more simply by telling me exactly how you were raped the first time."
"Right on," she said. "Once I got over the shock of what was happening, it was one beautiful experience."
Miss Y-then continued directly into her account of how she first was raped....
. ... I was eighteen at the time. I'd been fucking for a few years and I was enjoying getting pricks between my legs. I don't think that's unusual, doctor. All girls like getting a good hard penis slipped into their cunts.
I can remember doing something which I'll never do again. I was dating a white man and fucking for him. Well, he was just using me because he wanted to screw a few soul sisters. He was thirty years old. A big boy. That's what white men are. Boys. They're all boys. They never learn how to fuck no matter how old they get. Or maybe they can't control their bodies as well as soul brothers can. I don't know and I don't give a shit because I ain't never going to get into a bed with a honkey again.
Anyway, this white boy brought me back to my apartment one night at about eleven o'clock. I'd already let him fuck me that night, so he didn't even walk into the apartment with me. He just left me off.
Well, I was just putting the key in the door to my apartment when I heard something behind me. I didn't even get time to turn around. I felt something sticking into my back. It felt like a gun. A big strong black hand came across my mouth and a voice told me to open the door and not try anything smart-assed.
I obeyed him. But I didn't understand what was happening to my body. As soon as that big hand came around me and that hard thing was sticking in my back, my pussy started to tingle. I can remember thinking that I hoped he was going to rape me.
Shit. When I felt that hard thing pushing at my back I was just wishing that that were his prick that was so hard.
He pushed me into my apartment as I opened the door and he closed it behind him. Then he released me as he shoved my excited body forward into the apartment.
I turned around to see who this man was. I took a good hard look at him. He was a tall, muscular dude with a goatee, white velvet fedora and a green suit with a white frilled shirt. If looks could kill, baby, this dude would have been a mass murderer. He was also wearing a pair of new black alligator boots. But I wasn't staring at his feet for long. I was looking at the big heaving bulge below the zipper of his pants.
"You're in big trouble now, woman," he said to me. I was scared, of course, since I'd never been raped before. Oh, way back in ninth grade one of my boyfriends kept pawing at my cunt trying to fuck me until he got me so turned on that I had to let him in. But I knew from just the way this dude in the green suit looked at me that he wasn't going to be leaving until he'd deposited his load down in my pussy.
"What do you want with me?" I demanded quickly, speaking frantically and giving away the fact that I was one scared soul sister.
"I want some loving off you, sister," he said as he stepped toward me slowly. "And if you ain't going to give it away, I'm going to come right in and take it."
I stepped back away from him as he moved toward me. I knew there was no escape from this dude because I was locked in that apartment with him. The only thing I could think of was hiding my pussy from him, making it hard for him to get in there. I don't know why I wanted to make it rough for him, because I could tell from the itch way down in my cunt that I actually did want him to screw me. But when he grabbed for me I turned and tried to run.
He grabbed me by the arm as I pulled him into the living room of my apartment. I struggled to get away and I turned around and tried to hit him. But he caught my fists as I swung them at him. He held his hands around mine so that I couldn't even get a whack at him. And while he did that he pushed his big goateed face to mine and started to kiss me.
His hand rose to my face as he tried to kiss me. His hand squeezing on my jaw forced my mouth open and I felt his long probing tongue stick into my mouth. It swirled around in deep swishing motions and I couldn't help it when my tongue was brought along with his. At the same time he let go of my hands and with his other hand he started to paw at my cunt.
I was wearing a simple miniskirt and it was so easy for him to push his hand up under my skirt and rub right over my cunt. I could feel my pussy getting wet but I wanted to try to fight him off. I didn't want to have to admit that I really did want this dude, who I'd never seen before, to stick his penis into me.
And yet, as he pawed my pussy with his strong demanding hand, I began to wonder about his penis. I wanted to know how long it was. And I had a right to know since I knew I was about to be screwed with that long thing of his.
All I could think about was a big black penis slipping into my vagina. I was wild for one. I had a deep burning itch inside my cunt. I wanted a big black penis in me so badly that I could almost taste it coming in my mouth. I'd never been so turned on in my life, not since eighth grade, the first time I was ever fucked, when my history teacher kept me after school and pounced on me, fucking me from the rear as I willingly opened up my legs and buttocks to give him a big slot to push into.
No, this dude in the green suit was making hamburgers out of my pussy. I pushed at his face as he continued to kiss me and paw me at the same time. All I managed to do was knock that big white fedora of his off his head. He laughed and held me real tight, so tight that he was hurting my breasts because they were pulled so close to him.
I was almost out of breath from the way he was holding me. And my panties were getting wrecked from the way my cunt was juicing beneath his pawing hand. So I swung an underhand fist at him and managed to punch him right in the balls. I hurt him. He released me and stepped back, bending over and clutching his nuts where I'd hit him.
"Oooow," he yelled as he clutched his balls. I stepped away from him as he pushed his hands to his crotch in pain. I knew I still couldn't escape him and I knew that he'd probably want to hurt me now when he fucked me. But I got a great deal of pleasure out of landing that blow to his nuts, even though I could see that his big piece of meat was still swelling up under his pants.
"Man, sister, you're in trouble now!" he said as he slowly removed his hands from his aching balls and moved after me. "I'm going to screw the pussy off you for that!"
I'd never heard such an exciting threat in my life. I tried to evade him as I marveled how turned on my pussy was already. I couldn't believe how ready I was for a fuck, considering that I'd just been screwed an hour or two earlier by that thirty-year-old white boy naked Morris. But, shit! I was just beginning to figure it out. That white cock that Morris had wasn't turning me on enough and it wasn't satisfying me either. I knew when this big black dude came after my cunt that I was through with white cocks forever. Good riddance.
The soul brother grabbed me by the shoulders and whacked me across the face with two staggering slaps of his strong black hand. It hurt and I swung back at him. I managed to slap him once and then I quickly raised my knee and caught him in the nuts.
He doubled over in pain again and I laughed at him. I knew what I was doing. I knew that the madder I made him the rougher he would be when he fucked me. He didn't know that I wanted to get a rough and tumble screwing. But I knew that I was sure in for some rough times with this dude.
He lunged after me again and this time I had no way of fighting back. He was a wild man. He had smarting balls and was so angry that I was afraid he was going to tear me in half. He grabbed my blouse with his right hand and gave it a fierce tug, tearing the entire front of it off. He then reached into it and grabbed my bra, pulling me to him by yanking me by the bra. He pulled so hard that the snap on my bra gave and the bra pulled off in his hand with the rest of my shirt.
He pushed his face to my breasts as he pulled me down to a couch. I knew he was going to try to bite my breasts so I pushed my hands against his face as best I could, trying to force his big hairy head away from my soft black breasts. But this dude was after my tits as much as my crotch. I felt his mouth go over my left nipple and I felt his tongue rasping all across my nipple. Then I felt his lips purse and wrap around my breast. Shit! His fucking mouth was so big that I thought he was going to swallow my whole boob. He had the whole thing halfway into his mouth. Right in the back of his mouth my nipple was standing up until it was almost an inch long. I stopped trying to push his face away because the feelings in my tits were just too fucking nice. As he milked my one boob with his mouth I felt his strong black palm pushing at the other breast. And with his other free hand he was exploring under my skirt and between my legs again. I opened my legs wide for him so that he could get a good clear shot at my crotch.
I was going mad with the instinct to fuck by this time. So instead of fighting him I reached to his belt and started to undo it. He released my breasts from his mouth and hands as soon as I touched his belt. He hauled back and walloped me across the face. He hit me so hard that it made me dizzy and nearly knocked me clean off the sofa.
"You keep away from my fucking nuts!" he exploded rage peering and steaming at me out of those slanted sexy eyes of his. Man! This rapist was a mean dude! What a cock he must have had down there, I thought. The meaner the man, I always figured, the bigger the cock.
"I was just trying to get your prick out," I stammered to him, pleading to him that he wouldn't hit me again.
"You're just trying to hit my nuts again," he shouted at me. "You hit my nuts once more and I'll break you in half."
"Easy, dude," I said. Then to egg his mean streak on a little more I said, "I'm just trying to keep you from fucking me."
"Keep me from fucking you!" he repeated, his eyes glaring at me. "There ain't no way in the world you can stop my penis now!"
"Please, brother," I begged. "I'll blow you or suck you or I'll finger your ass. But please don't stick your penis into my cunt."
He glared at me.
"Beg," he said. And he pointed to the floor.
I got down on the floor in front of him as I looked up at him sitting on the sofa. My face still stung from where he'd hit me. I was so excited that my cunt was already soaking straight through my panties.
"Please," I begged him again as I kneeled down there in nothing but my skirt and panties. "Please don't fuck me. Please don't fuck my cunt!"
"You just let me see your cunt," he said to me slowly. I had no choice. I had to strip the rest of the way for him. I watched the bulge beneath his zipper stiffen up as I slowly pulled my skirt down and off. Then I saw the outline of his cock standing straight up beneath his pants as I pulled down my panties and showed him my pussy for the first time.
It always excited me to show my pussy to a big strong soul brother for the first time. But this was even more exciting because he was forcing me to do it. I was completely naked in front of him as I knelt on the floor. I looked up at him and I saw how with his eyes he was looking over my body, just like a big hungry brother would look over a steak before biting into it.
"Now beg me not to fuck you," he said again. "Up on you knees and beg me."
"Please, brother," I said to him as tears welled in my eyes. "Please don't slip that big long brown penis of yours into my cunt."
He reached out with his two big hands and pushed his two palms to my breasts. My nipples were still hard and sensitive as he felt my breasts. And as he pushed his hard sturdy palms against my nipples, I could feel my already soaking cunt getting still wetter and wetter. I wanted a penis in me so bad that I could feel the cunt itch all through my body.
He then stood up suddenly and began to take off his jacket. He tossed the jacket away and then began to unbutton his shirt. I looked up and saw his big brown hairy chest being slowly uncovered as he unbuttoned that shirt.
"Take down my pants for me," he then ordered. "And if you hit my nuts again I'll kick you right in the boobs."
I wasn't in the mood to disobey. I was in the mood to get fucked. Also I was dying with curiosity about his penis. My cunt was itching with curiosity about how big his cock was. So I unbuttoned his pants and took them down. Then I took down his underpants as he stepped out of his boots, socks, pants and underwear. Then I looked up at what was staring me right in the face as I knelt before this immense naked black man. There was the biggest brown cock I'd ever seen in my life. I'd fucked for twelve or thirteen men so far in my life but this man had the biggest goddam hung of brown penis I'd ever seen. It was probably about eight or nine inches. But it looked about a foot long. I couldn't wait to stuff it in my cunt. But he still wasn't ready for that. He hadn't gotten even with me yet for the way I'd hit him in the balls twice.
"Kiss it," he grunted to me. And I saw his penis erecting even longer than it had been. He grabbed me by the hair on my head and tightened his grip. He pulled my face right in close to his big hairy balls and his long dork. His balls looked like a pair of hairy coconuts with a big long brown oneeyed snake sitting on top of them. "Kiss it," he repeated.
I obeyed. I brought my hands up to his balls and gently pressed them to his nuts as I planted my lips right on the tip of his penis. The hole on the end of his long brown rod was already dripping with the few advance drops of come that all men work up before ejaculation. I licked those drops off and gave the whole end of his rod a long sucking kiss right over the end. Then, in my passion and craving for his long brown dick, I tried to take the whole thing into my mouth.
I moved my lips back and forth on his dick as he held a fistful of my hair in his powerful hand. I gasped for breath once or twice since he was hurting me with his grip. Each time I gasped I guess I jiggled my tongue across his prick a little because he gave a little grunt.
Then suddenly he pulled my head away from his long brown meat.
"Crawl," he said to me. "Crawl into that bedroom."
"But...." I started to say. And he slapped me across the face. I nearly fell backward, but his hand on my hair held me up.
"I said crawl!" he said. And with that he slapped me fiercely across the breasts. It smarted horribly and I wriggled to get free. Shit, how he was hurting me!
"Crawl!" he said a third time. But I couldn't crawl. He was holding me up my the hair so that I couldn't crawl. So then he slapped me six, seven eight times madly across my poor battered smarting breasts. I tried to cover my breasts with my hands. But when I did that me moved his foot quickly into my pussy and pushed his big black toe against my clitoris. When I moved my hands down to my crotch to try to protect myself, he walloped me across my smarting boobs again. It hurt so smartly that I almost orgasmed over it. But then he released my hair and threw me hard to the floor, I fell face forward and my buttocks were up and my boobs were pressed hard to the floor. He pressed his powerful bare foot to my ass and ordered me to crawl again.
I obeyed. I began to crawl to the bedroom. I thought he was going to make me crawl to the bedroom, climb up on the bed and then open my legs as he mounted me. But I was wrong. I never got to the bedroom.
I only got to the bedroom door, crawling on my hands and knees, when he pounced on me from the rear.
"Not my cunt," I moaned, my breasts still aching from the battering he'd given me. "Stay out of my cunt!"
But there was nothing I could do to stop him. I felt his hands grip my hips firmly and I felt him push his extended brown organ into the crack beneath my asshole. He held me tightly and pulled my ass area back toward him. I felt his erect prong as it slid slowly into my vagina. I knew what he was doing. He was going to fuck me animal style. His whole huge organ slipped up my vagina from the rear as I wriggled madly to try to get it out. I don't understand what I wanted it out so badly. I knew it felt beautiful and was pushing way up to my cervix. I wanted it in but I wanted it out. Understand?
He pumped his cock up my vagina frantically until I felt his cock getting bigger and bigger. I squirmed all over his prick. His cock pushed deep down in me, much farther than that white boy had ever been able to, and I started to orgasm. I gushed all over that cock of his until I didn't think my cunt could take any more. Then he increased the pace of his stroking and I orgasmed even a few more times. Shit! Was it good!
My orgasms were much more intense than I'd ever had from anyone else, particularly Morris the White Fart. I came in deep thrusts way down in my cunt. Then something fantastic happened.
I happened to look up and out of the bedroom window that I was facing. I could see that across the alley through the window of the building next door, there was another black man watching me getting fucked. And you know what? He had his cock out and was stroking his meat as he watched me getting forcibly entered from the rear. Well, the dude who was jackhammering my ass at the time looked up and saw him, too.
It was too much for the both of us. The dude pressed his cock far into me as his balls swung wildly beneath my cunt. I felt his cock twitch and explode and then gush forth in deep long bursts of come. It was too much. I gushed with my own best blast ever when that dude came up my cunt. I guess it was just a combination of everything. But all I can tell you, doctor, is that I have never ever orgasmed like the way I orgasmed onto that big long prick of that rapist dude in the green suit....
...As Miss Y-finished her account of her first experience with rape, I noted that we had come to a convenient point to break off our interview session. I told Miss Y-that since she had three separate rape experiences to describe to me, it might be advisable to break her visits into three sessions.
Miss Y-agreed. She seemed emotionally quite involved with the account of her first rape experience, so I allowed her a few minutes to calm down. We then chatted for a few more minutes about topics totally unrelated to her past rapes (she chose to discuss problems she was having with her job). I then excused the attractive young black woman after we had established two more appointment dates.
I did, however, take the opportunity after this first interview to make certain notes on her case.
These were notes which I wanted to put down concisely after this first interview since I would be quite interested to see if the analysis would hold true after her next two visits.
I divided my notes upon Miss Y-into three categories.
First, Miss Y-obviously finds white men sexually less satisfying than black men. There is little import to this other than the fact that most young black women of her age feel precisely the same way. Miss Y-however, has tried both races and from her experience finds white men less sexually pleasing.
Second, Miss Y-enjoys rape and is actively seeking to be raped again. This is quite evident from her admission that her orgasms were better during her first rape than under any other sexual conditions in her experience. She finds rape exciting and, in fact, probably always has thought of it in these exciting terms. I take this assumption from the fact that she admitted during her description of being raped that she was playing along with her attacker, trying to make him rougher and even more aggressive. Yet she was hit with certain societal guilt feelings. She felt that she had to struggle to defend her honor rather than give in to her attacker. This is an attitude which a mistaken society has inculcated into women. Many women have been led to believe that there is a certain shame involved with enjoying the conquest of their bodies.
Third, Miss Y-noted that she has never again had orgasms similar in magnitude to those first rape orgasms. There is, perhaps, a simple technical explanation for this. Any form of sex (or any partner) is more exciting the first time tried.
Miss Y-was thus at her "rape orgasm peak" during this first experience. While her orgasms in future rapes may certainly be satisfactory, the potential for novelty will be absent. Yet in her quest for further rape experiences, Miss Y-is seeking to recreate the excitement of this initial encounter with "the rapist dude in the green suit."
Having made these observations, I awaited Miss Y-'s second interview with the greatest interest.
INTERVIEW 2
"The second time I was raped?" she said as she thought carefully. Miss Y-had returned to my office punctually for her second interview. She seemed most anxious now to discuss her second rape and how much she enjoyed it.
"I'll never forget it," she explained to me, "because it was the only time I've been raped by a man and an animal at the same time."
"A man and "an animal?" I repeated incredulously. I envisioned both man and beast ganging up on this most attractive black girl who was lying on my interviewing couch in a new hot pink hot pants outfit.
"The man's name was Henry," she said, "and he was a bad-assed mother fucker. He was ghetto and he was mean. Get the picture? He got his kicks with animals and women. That's how I got raped by both."
"Please explain," I said as I adjusted the volume control on the tape recorder, "and please don't leave out any of the details concerning the animal."
"The animal was a collie dog," Miss Y said as she lay on my interviewing couch. I noticed as she spoke that she unconsciously moved her hand over her crotch for just a brief second as she mentioned the dog. "I never knew that collie dogs could have big penises."
"Tell me exactly how it happened," I said to her. And she began....
...I guess a lot of it was my fault. I was in the office where I worked about a year ago and this big soul brother, a cousin of a girl I worked with, happened to come to the office one day with his collie dog.
Well, I'd always liked big dogs. I guess I'd even thought about fucking with a dog or a horse sometimes. But I guess I'd always sort of been funning about fucking with animals ... until this bad-assed Henry forced me.
You see, Henry made this collie dog to tricks. Weird tricks. Tricks with his penis.
I was alone in one office with Henry and this collie dog and Henry asked me if I'd like to see the dog do some tricks. I said yes.
Henry went over to the door, closed it and locked it. I was wondering what kind of tricks this dog was going to do if the door had to be closed. I soon found out, at the expense of my cunt.
Henry snapped his fingers and the dog stood up. Then he snapped them twice and the dog rolled over.
Then Henry pulled a dog biscuit out of his pocket and told the dog to stand up and erect. Well, I didn't think I was hearing Henry right until that collie dog stood up on his hind legs and pushed his front paws against me. When I held his front paws I looked down to between the dog's legs and saw a great big pink penis erecting out of the dog's hairy crotch. I never knew dog's had such big penises. But this dog sure did.
Henry tossed the dog biscuit to the collie, but the dog wasn't finished with me yet. The dog kept poking his nose under my miniskirt. I was getting all embarrassed and my cunt was getting wet. That dog's nose was warm and wet. It felt real good poked up against my panties, particularly the collie's hot breath.
"Are you a liberated girl?" Henry then asked me.
"What does that mean?" I asked him.
"I mean are you ready to try something that might sound strange but which is going to feel real good?" he asked me.
"Well," I said slowly as the dog kept nuzzling at my pussy. "What type of thing is it?"
"It concerns your pussy," Henry said. "It concerns me, the dog and your little hairy crack."
"I don't know whether I like the sound of that," I said to him. "I think I better open the door."
But Henry grabbed me by the arm, pulling my hand back away from the door handle. Meanwhile the dog's nose was still poking into my pussy.
"I think you're going to see what kind of tricks my dog can do with your pussy," Henry said. And I looked him square in the eyes and saw him glaring at me. I figured if I screamed he'd hurt me real bad since he was a tough looking ghetto motherfucker. So I shut up and I obeyed him.
"Sit down on the edge of the desk," he said to me. And he forced me to sit down on the edge of the desk, my ass perched just on the side of the desk and my legs hanging over the side. The dog was looking right up at my crotch. I was beginning to get the idea of what was going to happen.
"Spread those legs," Henry said to me. "Spread them legs and take down your panties."
I had to obey him since I didn't want to get hit. I spread my legs and then pulled down my panties from under that short, "short skirt I was wearing. I saw the dog lick its lips as it watched my bare crotch. Then Henry made me pull my skirt up past my waist so that I was sitting on the edge of that desk all bare from the waist down.
Henry reached to my pussy and put a dog biscuit in it. Then I tightened my pussy muscles as the dog reached up with his hot tongue and mouth and pulled that little doggie cracker out of my cunt. I felt my pussy tingle when the dog's lips were there. And his hot breath felt real good at my snatch. Henry put two or three more dog biscuits in my cunt and the dog ate out everyone of them.
"Now lie back," Henry then told me. And I obeyed. Henry took a little jar out of his pocket and poured some gravy on my pussy. Before I could say anything that dog was up there and lapping the gravy out of my pussy. Oh, shit how that felt good. Men have good tongues sometimes but dogs have these terrific rasping rough tongues that make your whole cunt shiver. I lay back on the desk and rotated my cunt as the dog continued to lick me. The only thing I could think of was that I didn't want the dog to stop. It just felt so fucking good. By this time my cunt was all wet and I was planning on fingering myself to get an orgasm just as soon as Henry and the dog left the office.
I hadn't counted on the fact that Henry and the dog were planning to both fuck me. I didn't know that until all of a sudden Henry shouted to the collie. "Okay, boy," Henry called. "Up and fuck her!"
The dog jumped up on top of me on top of the desk. He was a big collie and I could see that his big pink dick was still up and hanging out of his hairy crotch. The dog pushed its face to mine and moved the rest of his body in between my legs. I was so surprised that the dog was going to try to fuck me that I moved my crotch up to try to push the dog away. What I hadn't counted on was that fact that the dog's penis was so big and large and long that when I rubbed my own girl crotch up to the dog, the dog's long slick animal penis slid right into my vagina.
"Oooooh, shit," I moaned. And I wrapped my arms around the dog. That collie penis in me felt so fucking good that there was just no way in the world for me to push it out. It wasn't as long as a man's, but when I wrapped my legs around the collie I managed to take his cock into me a good five inches. And worse, the fucking dog was pumping his ass up and down on me.
Well, shit! It felt so good to have a penis in me and it felt so strange to have all that hair all over my cunt area that I began to orgasm. Yes, I began to like the way I was getting it from that dog. I moaned and groaned and howled in delight.
"Yes, doggie," I moaned, "oh, yes, yes, yes!"
And in my excitement I turned my head on the desk. And what did I see. The office intercom. The green light was on! Someone was listening in the next room. Someone? perhaps the whole fucking office staff was in the next room listening to me getting fucked by that big dog. I started to shove the dog to get him off me. But all he did was growl and keep pumping his hairy loin into me. I felt his penis push deeper and deeper into me the more I struggled to get him off me.
Then I felt it. The dog's penis got rock hard and began to unload in my pussy. I felt all his come pouring hotly out of his rod. Dogs fuck harder and stronger than men. So I just relaxed and let myself enjoy the torrents of come as they spurted out of his cock.
Then the dog dismounted. I panted for my breath and tried to push my skirt back down. I knew people were listening to us in the next office so I tried desperately to reach to the intercom to shut it off.
But Henry's big black hand grabbed mine. I turned to look at him and I saw what he had been doing while the dog was fucking me. Henry had taken down his pants.
"No, Henry!" I yelled before I could reach the intercom. "People can hear us! Don't screw me! Don't screw me!"
"Henry likes sloppy seconds after man's best friend is through with his woman's pussy," Henry grunted. And over the intercom I could hear the people in the next office laughing. They thought it was funny that Henry and his big hairy mutt were balling me. Again I tried to reach the intercom, but Henry had already climbed on top of me on top of that desk. He pushed up my skirt again and was pushing his great big enormous penis into my already wet slot. I felt him push and then all of a sudden I felt that long, long shaft of his push into me. Oh, shit! I was fucked again and everyone was listening. Yet his cock was so much longer than the dogs that I wanted it in there. I wanted it in there and yet I didn't.
"Henry! Henry!" I grunted. "Oh, Henry, you're so fucking big!"
I didn't have much choice about where his cock was to be. He pumped it in and out of my cunt like a man driving a jackhammer. Wow, was he big! Enormous. I started to orgasm and grunt and groan all over again, even though I knew that the people in the next office were hearing me getting raped and doing nothing about it.
I felt his penis grow stiffer and stiffer in my poor orgasming pussy, I tried to push him up and away from me. I fought desperately with him, even while his cock was planted firmly in my cunt. Yet, just like the dog, the more I struggled with him, the more his penis seemed to penetrate my poor wet pussy. Before I knew what I was doing, I was pumping my pussy up and down on his stick, making his cock dig deeper and deeper into me. Then I felt his prick explode within my pussy, gushing off huge torrents of come as I rhythmically moved my cunt up and down on his orgasming prick.
I felt him come in a long series of hard spurts. I could feel all the warm wetness of his come down deep inside me. And I counted off those long spurts as they shot out of his long brown penis and flooded my captive pussy.
When it was over I could hear the giggling in the next office again. But I didn't care about it any more because my pussy felt so satisfied. All I knew was that my pussy was absolutely orgasmed out and flooded with come from both Henry and his big dog. I wanted to go to the ladies room to clean my pussy out, but Henry forced me to have it cleaned another way. He had me stand and then assume a half squatting position. All of the come started to glide down and out of my pussy. As it slid down my leg, Henry's big dog licked it off of me....
...I let Miss Y-conclude her account of this bizarre bestial rape incident at this point. I did, however, want to clear up a point of two.
"Am I correct in assuming, Miss Y-," I asked her, "that you thoroughly enjoyed having intercourse with the collie as well as the man?"
She paused and then answered yes.
"And have you engaged in any bestial incidents since then?" I asked her next.
"I guess I should admit it," she said. "I have a big black cat at home. His name is Panther. I put cream in my pussy and let him lick it out. Panther's little tongue is rougher than a dog's. Yet I put drops of cream on my clit Panther's little sandpaper tongue feels so good that I often orgasm without even having to stuff a vibrator into my vagina."
"Do you prefer animals to men?" I asked.
"No," she said, quite quickly. "Animals are just for fun once in a while. There's nothing like having a man grab you, strip you and fuck you. Nothing like it, doctor, nothing like it. Especially a rough man with a big penis."
"Did Henry have a big penis? I asked her.
"Very big," she said. "But I'll tell you something. I've never met a black man who couldn't give me a good fuck. They've all got big peckers. As opposed to white men who-"
"Please, Miss Y-," I said quickly to interrupt her, "we're here to discuss rape, not to discuss sexual performances between the races."
"Well, then," she snapped quickly, "let me just lay this on you. I've never seen a black man who I wouldn't want to be raped by, but I've never seen a honk who I'd want to even touch. No jive, man."
"One other question, Miss Y-" I said. "Were you correct in thinking that other office workers were listening to you while the man and the dog were engaring in sexual acts with you?
"Damn right," she said, "all six of the sisters in the secretarial pool were listening in. And you know what? They all asked me how big Henry's cock was. When I told them it was a big one, they all wanted to get screwed by him to."
"Thank you, Miss Y-," I said. "That will be all for today."
I excused Miss Y--for the day after confirming her appointment for her third and final interview session. Before leaving, she promised that in the third interview she would reveal to me the way in which she likes to be raped most.
I'll
"The third time I was raped was four weeks ago," Miss Y-informed me as she lay down on my interviewing couch for a brief final interview. "A dude named Curtis did it to me."
(I remind the reader that this Curtis was also a patient of mine. It was through Curtis that I contacted Miss Y-to study the reactions and thoughts of a rape victim.)
"Curtis wasn't so mean as he was a kinky kind of dude." she explained.
"Can you speak specifically?" I asked her.
"Yeah," she said. "I can. But there's one thing you got to know about Curtis. He has a small penis."
"A small penis?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said. "I don't think that Curtis can stretch his pecker much more than five inches."
"Do you find this disappointing?" I asked Miss Y-.
"Well, if I were just undressing to fuck him I might get up tight about the fact that his pecker is small," she explained. "But it didn't bother me when he raped me."
"You don't think that the size of the penis is important then?" I asked her.
"Well," She said, "I like a big penis. Every girl likes a good big penis. You know, a long one feels good in there. But I just found it so exciting to be raped that I never even bothered about the size of Curtis's penis."
"Let me get this correct," I said to her. "Normally you like to have sex with a large penis. But when you are raped it doesn't seem to matter."
"That's right," she said.
"Then wouldn't you say that a man who has a small penis might be more successful sexually if he begins to rape?" I asked Miss Y-.
"Honey," she said back to me with a smile, rotating her lower trunk just slightly, "I think any man is going to be successful if he rapes. Dig?"
"I see," I said. "But let me pose to you one question based on what you just said. Would you consent to giving in physically to any man who tried to rape you just because he is a rapist."
"Honey," she said, "if he's black and if he's hard and if he's going to rape me, he can have my bare snatch because I want him in it."
"I see," I said. I then hoped to get Miss Y into the main part of her final interview. "Earlier, Miss Y-," I said to her, "you said that Curtis raped you in a way that you liked to be raped most. Is that right?"
"That's right, honey," she said.
"Would you tell me exactly how he raped you, Miss Y-? Tell it as if you're instructing another man who's looking at your naked body with rape in mind."
Miss Y-giggled anxiously when I posed the question to her that way. "Sure enough, honey," she said to me, "because I sure would like to bet my bottom pounded again the way Curtis did it to me."
She then paused and described how Curtis raped her....
...I should have known that Curtis was going to try to fuck me the second I laid my eyes on him. He just had that look about him. You know how when you look into some soul brother's eyes you know he's got a yearning for pussy on his mind? Well, that's what I saw when I looked into Curtis's eyes.
I met Curtis out at a party in the suburbs, out at a place which a soul couple had bought for a real load of money. The brother was a baseball player and had made it big, man. So he threw a party for some of his soul friends.
I drove out there with my girl friend Renetta. But after about an hour, Renetta went upstairs to fuck with some big dude who'd picked up on her. Renetta liked to fuck with strangers. That was her thing, and I won't put it down. My whole trouble is that strangers always want to fuck with me. Even if I don't want to let them.
Well, while Renetta was upstairs getting balled by this new dude of hers I was trying to think of something to do. I had an itch in my crotch which was calling out for some cock. So I was thinking of going upstairs and getting Renetta's new dude to stick it to me, too.
But I never got a chance. I felt a hand on my ass and I turned around to see Curtis for this first time.
"You got some tail on you, girl," Curtis said to me as he kept his big hand right on my buttocks. I was wearing a pair of hot pants with no panties underneath. So when Curtis slid his finger right down the crack of my ass, he was getting a good feel of my bare pussy.
"Shit, buster," I said to him, "you're turning this poor girl's cunt on."
"Why don't you and me go out back behind the house and play around in the bushes," he then said as he raised his hand around me and brought it just high enough so that he could feel my right breast beneath the thin sweater I was wearing.
"Play in the bushes?" I repeated.
"Yeah," he said. "And I'm going to play in your bush."
I let him lead me out back but I wasn't sure yet whether or not I wanted to fuck for him. He was going to make the decision for us, however.
There were woods behind the house and this dude Curtis led me right back to the woods. Then suddenly he pulled me down in between some bushes and out of sight of the house. I gasped and struggled with him, but he quickly pushed his hand up the leg of my hot pants. His big hand was all over my poor pussy immediately. I could feel his thumb rubbing against my clitoris and his fingers in my vagina.
"No," I mumbled to him as his other hand started to unbutton my sweater. I was at a loss to hide my nipples and my pussy from him at the same time. I tried to cover my breasts with my hands and cover my cunt by bending my legs forward. But he was too strong for me. He already had my whole sweater unbuttoned up the front and was pushing his face in to take my nipples into his mouth.
I felt him sucking on my breasts and my whole pussy started to juice and get hot. His fingers were now a few inches up my vagina and were really starting to feel good. I honestly hadn't come out to this place to fuck with him, but he was changing this poor girl's mind pretty damned fast.
His hand quickly undid the zipper on the back of my hot pants. Then I felt his hand pull my pants down and off me. Since I didn't have a bra or panties on and had already kicked off my shoes. I was totally naked. I had no alternative. I saw him taking off his pants and out popped a huge brown penis. My cunt was pretty well juiced now so I merely opened up my legs and waited for him. I figured I was an easy lay by now. I figured he'd just slip his cock up my vagina and we both could enjoy a good fuck.
But, no! He did something I'd never had done to me before. And believe me, doctor, it's the best time I ever had with a penis in me.
He picked me up and turned me over. I thought he was getting ready to fuck me dog style. So I held still as he placed his hands on my hips. But then he started to push his penis into my asshole.
I was getting it up my ass! I felt that big prong of his pushing at my tailpipe. Then I felt the head of his long brown penis pushing inward on me. I was upset about getting it up the ass. I tried to fight him off by kicking and struggling. But it was no use. He held me tightly in a vice-like grip. He pushed his penis hard and I suddenly felt my whole asshole open up and I took his long hard penis into me through the rectum.
His hand was twisted around me and he had one hand in my pussy as he stroked my back hole with his cock. With one hand in my pussy, his cock was up my ass and his other hand grabbing my breasts and teasing my nipples, I had nothing to do except let my cunt blast away with long hard orgasms.
His penis up my hole was a feeling which I'd always heard about but had never believed it could be so good. I wasn't fighting with him at all now. I was just banging my poor pussy backward on his cock over and over again so that I could get the maximum feeling out of it. I felt his balls swinging wildly beneath my ass and I kept orgasming until his cock started to spurt off its juices.
I felt him come hard and I could feel the warm gobs of his come as they jetted out of his prick and shot way up my rear end. They made me orgasm all the more, especially since Curtis was playing with my clit and my nipples at the same time as he was coming....
...I interrupted the patient here to ask her a few final questions as the allotted interview time was quickly expiring.
"Miss Y-," I began, "I must then conclude that you are something of an analist, is that correct?"
"You could say that, doctor," she said. "But don't forget. Getting buttfucked by Curtis was exciting because I was being forced to do it. I was being tossed down in the woods and he was hopping on my ass like a big horny wolf."
"Is that when you noticed that his penis was small?" I asked her.
"Oh, no," she said. "I didn't notice he had a small penis until he fucked me through the vagina."
"Was that right after he'd had an anal encounter with you?" I asked.
"Oh, no," she said. "That was about two weeks later."
"He raped you again?" I asked.
"No," she said, "not exactly. You see, I found out his name at the party and called him up. I invited him to come over to my apartment and fuck me."
"Did he come?" I asked her. "Yeah," she said. "He came about ten times in me."
"That's not what I meant," I said to her tersely. A sense of humor is fine, but not when dealing with a subject such as rape.
"Yeah," she said. "He came over and he stayed for two days, screwing the living shit out of me. Front and back."
"In other words, this rapist's technique interested you enough that you actually sought him out for additional sexual experiences."
"That's right," she said as she crossed her legs on the sofa. I noticed that she quickly managed to pat her crotch as she spoke. It was an unconscious habit she had when talking about a subject which sexually excited her.
"There is one final point I'd like to clear up, Miss Y-," I then said to her. "Earlier you said that your first rape experience gave you the best orgasm of your life. But then here today you said that you enjoyed your anal rape much more. How can this be?"
"Well," she said as she thought, "the very first time I was raped I had had a terrific orgasm because I was sexually so excited. Maybe I'll never get that turned on again. I don't know. But I do know that the prick up my asshole feels better to me than a prick up my vagina."
"A confirmed analist," I noted aloud.
"It's not that I don't like the prick up my cunt," she added quickly. "I do, I just happen to have this passion for getting it through the rear."
"Then let me pose this question to you, Miss Y-," I said. "You said that Curtis was a particularly good anal lover, correct?"
She agreed.
"Then, since Curtis had a small penis of only five inches or so, wouldn't you say that other men with small penises might be particularly effective by having anal sex with their women?"
"Could be," she said. "But the size of the dick doesn't matter. It's what a guy does with it. I once got balled by a guy who couldn't have been longer than four inches. He'd had an accident in a factory or in Korea or something. But, shit. That guy knew how to hold a hard-on. He stayed hard in me for almost forty-five minutes, I thought my pussy was going to fall off after all that screwing.
"Was this short man better than any of these rapists you've had?" I asked her.
"Shit, no," she said. "These rapists are the best fuckers my pussy has ever come in contact with. Ain't no doubt about that."
"Thank you, Miss Y-," I then said. We chatted for a few moments and then I excused her.
Miss Y-'s case, during her second and third interviews held to the same analyses which I detailed after her first interview session. I will not belabor the points I made then by repeating them here. I will instead add only a few concluding notes about Miss Y-.
Like any normal healthy young black woman, Miss Y-enjoys sex very much. The fact that she enjoys rape is not necessarily surprising. In Miss Y-'s mind, the role of the woman is to be the object of a tough, physical male assault and conquest. Many women now do not feel this way.
They consider rape to be an insult since it implies that they are nothing more than a sex object. Many lesbians, for example, feel this way.
These latter women will not enjoy rape. But the former type, those like Miss Y-, will enjoy rape as a challenge. These women like Miss Y-feel that the black male rapists are the most virile and most demanding of men. It is an absolute challenge to the femininity of women like Miss Y-to be able to satisfy a male as demanding as the common black rapist.
As far as Miss Y-'a anal interests are concerned, it is perfectly normal for either a man or a woman to desire anal intercourse. As one male rapist told me when being interviewed, "a woman's asshole is there for more than one reason."
Many modern black men and women agree with his sentiments. But in the case of Miss Y-, I would guess that she enjoys anal sex mainly because she was forced into doing it by a rapist. This is just speculation, of course. But the fact is that she is a woman who decidedly enjoys rape. Anything a man forces her to do, she will not only do but will also enjoy. Among black women today, he is not unusual.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Jackson R-, by the time he came to my offices for guidance, had committed four rapes. His pattern of sexual behavior was unusual only in the respect that he was only sixteen years old. He had committed his first rape at age fifteen, four days after his birthday. The next three rapes had taken place over the next fifteen months.
Jackson was brought to me by his parents. Jackson, you see, had been arrested for his fourth and most recent rape. Through the mercy of the courts (Jackson appeared before a judge who, by chance, happened to be a Brother) Jackson managed to be released in his parents' custody after being charged with rape.
Jackson's parents were understandably upset when they discovered that Jackson had raped a woman, let alone four women. So they brought him to me in the hope that I might be able to discover what was causing this sexual rape pattern of behavior. Hopefully, if I could find out why Jackson was raping, I might be able to help Jackson himself understand his body and perhaps lead him to a form of sex which would not constantly risk bringing him in contact with the law.
When Jackson came to my offices for his first interview, he wore a black leather jacket and a pair of gold velvet jeans. He had his hair the natural way and he wore a pair of dark shades around his eyes, shades which he preferred to wear even indoors in my office.
"Jackson," I began by saying to him. "I guess we both know why you're here with me."
"Yeah," he said. "Because you're some fartassed sort of frigging cop," he snapped.
"That's not true, Jackson," I explained quickly. "I am a psycho-sexual therapist and analyst."
"Bullshit," he shot back. "You're a pig. You can't dump none of that psycho-sexual jive on me. A pig's a pig and I know a pig."
"You're betraying your ignorance right now, Jackson," I explained, still managing to remain calm. "I'm here only to help you."
"I don't want your frigging help," he cursed.
"In that case," I said, placing my pad and pencil down, "you're free to leave. I can't help you if you don't want me to."
He looked back at me with much surprise. He saw that I was deadly serious. I clicked off my tape recorder and removed my glasses as I put my notepad away in my desk.
"Go on," I said as he sat there and watched me. "I have other brothers and sisters; who need my help. I can't be bothered with a boy who doesn't want help when there are men and women waiting to see me."
"You're trying to shit me," he said, still quite suspicious.
"I'm trying to help you, Jackson," I said to him tersely. "If you don't want to be helped it's not my problem. You go right out and rape again and get yourself sent off to some jail. Then you'll wish I'd helped you back when you were sixteen."
He stared at me, not knowing what to say.
"Now get out," I said to him. "You're taking time away from other black people who are more mature than you."
As he sat there without moving I could see that he was looking for a way to retract what he had said without losing face. So I helped him.
"Unless you want to reconsider, Jackson," I said, "if you want to talk to me like one black man to another black man, I'll be glad to talk to you."
"What do you want to talk about?" he asked slowly.
"Rape," I said. "Rape, rape and more rape."
"I've done four," he said.
"Do you want to tell me about them?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. "I'll tell you about them."
Jackson then rec-lined again on my couch as I picked up my pencil and notepaper again. He kept on his black jacket and his dark glasses, however, as he spoke to me. Both could easily be considered his psychological defenses against having to expose too much of himself to my probing questions. But as soon as he was ready he began to tell me about his first rape experience....
. ... I'll tell you, doc, the first girl I raped was a girl who used to give me suck jobs at the junior high school where I went.
I remember back when I was in eighth grade I was on the football team in my school. Well, we were a pretty rough bunch of mothers on the football field and I was one of the halfbacks on the team. One day I was sitting in the locker room after a practice. I was the only one left in the locker room except for my buddy and teammate Lenny Hayes.
Lenny and I were both sitting naked on the bench in front of our lockers. We were rapping about the practice we'd just had when I happened to look up and see this soul sister peeping through the locker room door. Shit! She was just trying to get a good peek at our balls. So I sprang up from the bench and ran after her. I caught her and dragged her back into the dressing room with Lenny and me.
"Hey, man," Lenny said. "Let's fuck her. You hold her and I'll fuck. Then I'll hold her and you can screw her."
"Please guys," the girl said as she struggled. Each of us were holding her by one of her arms. It would have been easy for a couple of strong brothers like us to drag her behind the lockers and screw her for the rest of the afternoon. "Please guys! Don't fuck me. I just wanted to peep at your balls!"
As I held her by one arm and as Brother Lenny held her by the other, I could feel my cock getting harder and harder. Hell, I was just a jiving kid of fifteen at the time but I'd already gotten my share of pussy. I stared at her as we held her and my cock got harder and harder. I had the impulse to do as Lenny said, to take her back behind the lockers and forced my big mean penis into her. But I figured that it just wasn't the right thing to do. So when the little girl got talking, I began listening.
"Listen, brothers," she yelled to us, "I'll do anything to keep you from fucking me. Hell, I'll suck you off. How's that? I'll suck both your peckers off."
Lenny and I. looked at each other and then looked back down at her. Her blouse was coming undone and we could look down it and see her big brown breasts. She had quite a body on her for a kid in her grade.
And Lenny and I were still stark bare, you know, bare assed. She could see our great big peckers standing up in front of her face. She sure as shit had to do some talking to keep a couple of erect males from taking her down and fucking her.
"You can suck me off, baby," I said to her. "But you got to make your own deal with Brother Lenny."
Lenny looked me in the eye.
"You take her first," Brother Lenny said to me. "Then I'll take care of her!"
I figured that was my go ahead. So I told brother Lenny to guard the door to the lockers while this broad satisfied my big hard penis.
At first she just put her mouth to my cock and started to suck on it. But I wasn't going to take nothing as easy for her as that. Shit. I had caught her and she had to do as I said or else.
"Take your clothes off," I said to her.
"But I don't want to be fucked," she said.
I grabbed her by the arm and twisted it. "I always like naked women to suck me off," I said to her. "Now strip ... or I'll strip you."
She slowly unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and tossed it away. Then she took her bra off. Then her skirt. Then she slid out of her panties and was totally nude. I stared at her big black bush right where it hung between her legs. Man, I wanted to get into that snatch. But as much as I wanted to rape her I decided not to. I figured I'd just let her suck off my big, hungry pecker.
When she pushed her face back to my cock I pushed her face away again.
"Not here," I said. I'd always wanted to watch myself get blown or sucked off. So as long as I had all the equipment right there I figured why the shit not.
"You come with me," I said to her.
I took her to a big exercise mat which was right in front of a full-length, long mirror. I lay down on the mat. Then I forced her to squat straight down on my knees with her pussy spread wide across my legs.
"Lean forward, baby," I said to her, "and take me in your mouth."
She had no choice. She leaned forward from where she was and she brought her mouth down straight on my prick. My cock was long and the veins on it were dark and bulging. I could already feel the come stirring around in my nuts. I turned to the mirror and I saw that young girl with her breasts hanging down against me as she leaned over and glided her mouth up and down on my penis.
I watched my long rod as it went in and out of her lips. I felt her tongue swishing around on the bottom of my penis and then flicking right across the head of my cock, tickling me right inside the hole on the tip of my penis. This girl sure knew how to mouth over a black man's cock.
I reached to her head and held it tightly to my penis. She pushed her hands under and against my balls and I started to, deep down inside my cock, feel the sperm starting to flow.
"Suck, baby, suck," I said to her. Said? Man, I ordered her. And she obeyed.
She moved her lips up and down rapidly and I suddenly felt my come slipping up my cock.
"Suck hard!" I ordered again. And she sucked me like no black bitch had ever sucked me before. I felt the come squirting up and out of my prick. I glanced over her shoulder to the mirror and I saw in the background how Brother Lenny, his erection still up, was watching me getting the sperm sucked out of me. I moaned long and low and she kept sucking. I felt my cock spit forth with eight or ten good long gushes into her mouth and she drew each of them out of me until my cock was completely drained.
"Suck," I panted again. And she gave my cock a final nibble and I launched two final gushes up into her mouth. She then gulped loudly and she swallowed my come. She released my prick from her mouth and it fell back limp on my balls. I tried to give it a wriggle, man, but she had tooled it so nicely that I couldn't even make it move.
I lay there on the exercise mat for a couple of minutes while I managed to get my breath back. That girl had done some damned sort of job on me.
Then Brother Lenny came over and I saw that his prick was still hard. Brother Lenny had been waiting to be satisfied. It was his turn with this bitch, now, so I didn't want to keep another brother waiting for what was due him.
I got up and went to the locker room door to stand guard while Brother Lenny got sucked or blown. My cock still felt real good from what that bitch had done. Shit. She had come to the locker room to see what our balls looked like. Now she knew. I mean like she really knew.
I looked out the door and saw no one coming. So I looked back to the mat to see how Lenny was coming with our captive bitch.
I saw Lenny lying back and I watched as the girl leaned over his cock and took it in her mouth. I saw Lenny's long brown penis as it stuck up and as she moved her lips up and down on it.
But then as I saw Lenny wriggle his black ass, I saw him push her head away from his cock. I heard her squeal. Lenny had his hand in her pussy. Yeah, man! Lenny was feeling her up. He had his fingers in her cunt. His other hand was on her arm and she couldn't get away.
The girl began to struggle and tried to fight Lenny off. Lenny's penis was good and hard still and I saw him pushing and tussling with the girl until he had pushed her over on her side. Then he moved his hands to her knees and began to push them apart. Lenny was forcing her to spread her legs. Shit! I knew what Lenny was doing and I should have done it too. Lenny was going to fuck her and she couldn't stop it!
Lenny pushed her completely over onto her back. Her legs were spread wide apart even though they were kicking wildly. I felt my own cock start to stir and pretty soon it was hard as a stick again.
Hard as a stick and pointing right at Lenny and that bitch he was trying to fuck.
Lenny had her on her back and he moved over in between her legs.
I watched Lenny move his body over on top of her and I could even see their crotches come together as Lenny pushed his big penis into that big mass of hair which she had.
I saw Lenny's prick slide right into her snatch and then he began to pump his ass up and down on top of her. I watched Lenny's black buttocks pumping up and down in front of the mirror. It made it look like there were two couples fucking over there. Then the girl started to scream about rape and how she was getting it. I closed the door to the locker room so that no one could hear her. My own cock was so stiff again that I would just as easily like to have gone over there to wait for Lenny to finish. His ass was jackhammering up and down now. He was putting such a move on that sister's cunt that I thought he was going to push it off.
Her legs then stopped kicking and she started to moan and gasp. Lenny was making her orgasm. He was making her orgasm real hard so she wrapped her legs right around his waist as he continued to force his way into her cunt. But now she was giving him the ride he wanted all along. She was twisting her cunt to the right and left and moving it up and down to greet and meet the vibrations of his long brown pecker.
She gasped and moaned and actually started to shriek when Lenny grunted and started to come. Lenny grunted each time he got off a good ejaculation and the girl squealed just as soon as he grunted. I counted. It happened nine times. Then they lay still after Lenny had left a big pool of come in her cunt.
I watched as Lenny withdrew. I saw his long wet penis slip out of her and I heard her pussy give a big gurgle as she put her legs back down. My cock was so hard that I was perfectly willing to eat her out and then take sloppy seconds on her. I was mad at myself that I, too, hadn't screwed her. I should have forced my way into her just like Brother Lenny had done. Man, I made up my mind right there that I'd never let no other bitch jive me out of fucking her. I promised myself that I'd rape whenever I wanted to. And I also told myself, man, that I'd screw this same bitch here that had managed to give me all that bullshit story about sucking instead of fucking.
I looked down at my cock and saw how hard it was. I was just about to walk over to this bitch to take seconds on her when I heard someone coming.
It was Mr. Goodrich, the football coach, and he'd be pissed as hell if he knew what was going on in that locker room. Lenny managed to hide the girl in the showers when Mr. Goodrich walked in to the locker room.
"How come you're still here?" he snapped at me. "And how come you're still not dressed."
I tried to feed him some shit but he didn't swallow it. Then he looked down at my cock and saw how hard it was.
"You been using this place for fucking," he asked, "or just for jerking off?"
"My cock gets hard all the time," I tried to tell him. "I guess I got to go out and get screwed."
It was just at that time that the girl squealed in the shower stalls. Mr. Goodrich, a tough motherfucker, looked me in the eye and then walked into the shower stalls. When he walked out, he was kicking Lenny's ass and dragging the girl by the hair.
"You know I don't approve of none of this shit," Brother Goodrich barked at us. "I got one good mind to kick your asses off the team."
Lenny and I didn't say nothing. We didn't want to get kicked off the team. Shit. We were going to make All-City.
"But I think that I can make an exception this time," Mr. Goodrich said as he started to give us a tough ghetto smile, "if it's made worth my while."
"What do we have to do, coach?" Lenny said.
"You don't have to do much," he said to us. "You just have to look the other way while your lady friend does all the work."
I started to grin like a bear. Mr. Goodrich was looking down at that naked girl. Lenny and I both gave Brother Goodrich soul brother slaps on his flat palm. Then he grabbed the girl and dragged her to the wrestling mat again. He pulled her down there and started to pull down his own pants. She started to put up a fight while he was undressing. So brother Lenny and I helped the coach out. Lenny held her arms down from the top and I held her ankles wide apart. Then coach Goodrich lowered his pants and let his long bulging penis fly out. He had a real long cock, the kind a real man has. And the girl seemed scared of it as soon as she saw it.
As Lenny held her arms and I held her legs, she started to squirm and wriggle. That was just what Mr. Goodrich liked. He pushed himself down on her and pushed his cock right into her pussy.
"Shit, boys!" he said as he shoved his long fat loaf all the way into the squirming yelling girl. "I can see myself fuck!" he said. And he lay on her as he faced the mirror. His black ass was tight with muscles as he pumped up and down. The girl's ankles were hard to hold since she was kicking so hard. But as soon as one of her ankles slipped away from me, I knew what she was trying to do I released her other ankle and she wrapped her legs around the coach's bare middle. He pumped hard on top of her and she started to squeal again when he started to let his cock unload. Then, after giving her almost a solid minute of long hard gushes from his prick, the coach withdrew his cock and slipped out of her.
"Shit, boys," he finally said after panting for his breath for a couple of minutes. "You guys are in the starting lineup for the rest of the season."
And we slapped the coach's palm hard again and had a good hard laugh. We released the girl about ten minutes later. Her cunt was too wet and sloopy for any of us to want to bother with again....
...I let young Jackson conclude his statements at that point since I wanted to ask him a few additional questions.
"Jackson," I asked him, "you said that this was your initial rape. Yet you didn't force your own penis into this captive girl. Could you explain?"
"Sure, man," said Jackson with a big grin. "I found out this girl's name. It was Darlene, and she attended the afternoon sessions of classes at my school. So I waited for her one day after school and after practice. Well, she recognized me and didn't want nothing to do with me. But then I talked to her real sweet and said that I really liked her a lot and that was why I hadn't fucked her that day."
"Did she believe that?" I asked Jackson.
"Yeah, man," he said. "She believed it. She thought she'd really did being the number one lady of Jackson the big football star. So I told her that in order to play a real good game that next Saturday I'd have to get my penis sucked off on Friday night. I didn't force her or nothing, I just told her that she'd be my number one lady if she'd suck me off."
"Did she?" I asked.
"Well," Jackson said, "she was going to, but I fucked her first."
"She agreed to have sex with you instead?" I asked him.
"No man," he said. "I fucked her first. I took her out to the park in my car and told her that that was where she could blow me. But then I took her into the back seat of the car and pulled her skirt off her. I pressed her back against the car door and spread her legs apart. Then I started to rub up her cunt. She got all hot and excited, but she still thought that all I wanted was to be blown. So then when I started to push my meat into her she started to fight. She screamed and yelled that she didn't want a cock in her, but I pushed it right on in.
"Then I pumped my ass back and forth while I held her buttocks and pulled her hard to me. I remember her trying to bite my ear or something right while I was coming. I got off a real good come in her box. Then I withdrew and watched it all drip out of her cunt and roll down onto the car seat."
"Did you find that you had a compulsion to have forced sex with this young woman named Darlene?" I asked Jackson.
"Well, man," Jackson explained, "it was one of those things. I figured that Lenny forced his cock into her and so did Mr. Goodrich. So, shit. I was feeling like I'd been tricked by only getting a suck off from her. So I figured it was a point of honor to fuck her myself. Dig it? I mean I had to fuck this girl."
"And you enjoyed sex with her?" I asked Jackson.
"Sure did, man," Jackson said. "I got off a real good come in this bitch's box. I guess that's why I had to continue."
"Continue?" I asked him.
"Continue raping," he said. "I mean, once I'd raped and conquered one bitch, I just had to get me another and another and another."
"I see," I said to him as I noted his final words. They were quite significant.
"Tell me, Jackson," I then said to him, "could you come back on Tuesday and tell me exactly how this feeling of 'having to have another' led you to commit your next three rapes?"
Jackson thought about it for a moment.
"Okay, man," he finally said. "I'll be here Tuesday."
Jackson's final statement about 'having to have another' was quite significant and, although I wanted to hear of his later three rapes in order to prove my theory, I felt that this was the key to his rape pattern.
Chances were that Jackson had felt deceived by Darlene when the other two males had sex with her and he had to settle for oral gratification. Psychologically, Jackson felt cheated and a bit less virile than the other two "males". Feelings like this would easily lead Jackson to avenge this by raping first Darlene and then other women of no specific identity just to assert his onw masculinity. Behavior such as this is not unusual in teenage rapists.
What Jackson revealed in his second interview bore a direct relation on these theories of mine.
INTERVIEW 2
"Let us continue exactly where we left off last time, Jackson," I said to the youth when he appeared for his second and final interview. Jackson wore exactly the same clothes as he did to his first interview, except I noticed that he was now beginning to grow a very prominent "Fu Manchu" style moustache.
"Lay it on me, man," Jackson said as he lay back on my interviewing couch. "I'll tell you all about it."
"What I want to know about," I told him, "is why you felt compelled to rape."
"Easy, man," he said to me. "I just looked at these women and I had to screw them. When they resisted, I overpowered them."
"Tell me about it precisely," I said with rising interest in my voice, "For example, tell me about the first female you raped after Darlene."
Jackson related this account of his next rapes....
...The next one I fucked was a sister who worked in a dress store. I'll tell you just how it happened, man. I was walking by this dress store in a real nice part of midtown. You know, man, down where all the rich honkies live. Well, I walk by this dress store where they're selling Afro-American clothing to all the rich honkies who are trying to be real liberal. Get it? When I looked in the window, man, I saw that the only person working in this store was a real solid soul sister with natural hair and a floor length African print dress. I said myself that this is the type of sister I like to fuck.
I went into the store and started to rap with her. I asked her what she'd be doing after that store closed. And this stuck up bitch told me that she was going to see her man after the store closed.
"Bullshit," I said. "You're going to see a man sooner than that."
"Get out," she said to me, real sharp. "Get your nigger ass out of here!" she said.
And she grabbed me and tried to push me out. Well, man, no sister pushes me around without my proving that I'm too much man to take it. So I turned around and slapped at her. The flat of my hand slapped her right across the breasts. I felt and heard the loud slap and I saw her breasts wobble after I'd hit them. Man, she wasn't wearing anything under that dress. I was determined to get in there and take a good look.
So I went quickly to the door when she thought I was leaving. But all I did at the store was pull down the shade and put up the "closed" sign. Then I turned around and came back for her. I knew I was going to fuck her so my cock was already getting good and hard.
When she saw me coming back for her she screamed and grabbed for the telephone. I pulled the phone from her and picked up a big pair of scissors from that desk. Then I cut off the telephone line and held the scissors in my hand. She tried to run to the door but I grabbed her first.
I pulled her down behind a counter and held the scissors to her throat.
"You bitch!" I said to her. "You're going to fuck for me right here and now!"
"No," she squealed. "I ain't fucking here in no store for nobody!"
But when she felt me poke the scissors to her throat and was unable to push my hand away, she knew that she was in big trouble. She panted and looked at me with great big pleading eyes. But I was already loosening my belt with my free hand.
"You better get your panties down," I said to her quietly. She knew I meant business by the tone of my voice. When I said to get panties down, I meant get the panties down!
Maybe if she hadn't been so set against be fucking her I wouldn't have. But the more she seemed to be humiliated by her situation, the more I wanted to fuck her. So when she reached to the side of that long dress and began to unzip it, I knew that my cock was the king cock, the cock she'd have to satisfy before she did one more thing.
"Take that off," I said to her as I still had those scissors to her soft throat. And I watched her eyes fill with tears as she undid that dress completely. The tears began to stream down her face. It made my cock good and hard to see how humble she was getting. She took off the dress. All she had left was bra and panties.
"Now the bra," I said. And I gave the scissors a little push to remind her that I'd settle for nothing less than full cock satisfaction. I looked at her long brown legs as she tossed her dress away. Then I watched her hands as she pulled the bra up over her head. Her breasts came out of that bra with a bittle of a jiggle and a wobble. I reached forward with my other hand and grabbed one of her breasts. It was soft and yet firm. The nipple on it was big, hard and excited. I rubbed my hand over the nipple and she began to breast a little harder.
"I ain't never been felt like this before," she said.
"This is just beginning for you, baby," I said to her. "After I fuck you here today I'm going to come back every couple of weeks to give you my seeds again. Dig?"
She said nothing. She only looked frightened.
"You'll like that, huh?" I said. "You'll like it when your big strong lover man comes back to fuck you, huh?"
I pressed the scissors to her throat again. She got my message.
"Yeah," she said as she continued to breath hard and heavy. "Yeah," she said. "I'll like that real good."
"You better dig it, baby," I said to her, "because you ain't got no choice."
I reached back down to my pants and pulled my long stiff brown rod out of my pants. Then, as she watched my penis and appeared to be scared of it, I pulled my pants down to around my knees.
"Now get them panties off," I ordered.
She did exactly as I told her, sliding her pink satin panties down her long brown legs. I stared at the spot she had just uncovered, the spot right between her legs. She had a nice black bush of hair over her crack. And just like every other time I've ever seen pussy in my life, I've had to have it.
"Kiss my balls," I said to her.
"What?" she whined.
"I said kiss my balls," I repeated. And I gave her a harmless jab in the throat with those scissors, just to keep her in the groove and let her know that a black man's penis commands a black woman's respect! Yeah, man. Respect. That's what everyone owes to a black man's cock!
She leaned over from where she was and brought her mouth down on my cock. Her lips took the front of my penis into her mouth. She pushed back the foreskin with her lips and began to play with the little tip of my long loafing cock. I felt her tongue play with the hole on the tip of the cock. Her mouth was good and warm and wet. This bitch knew how to mouth a brother's nuts. She'd had experiences, man, I'll tell you that.
She moved from my cock down to my balls, kissing each nut and taking as much of them into her mouth as possible. This kissing of my nuts was real important because it showed the respect she had for my cock. I wasn't going to kiss her snatch, but she was going to have to kiss my monster penis and the big hairy brown balls that hung right below it.
I reached to her pussy and poked a finger in it. It was just getting wet. Well, I didn't have a lot of time to fart around in that store. So I poked the scissors at her neck for the final time and ordered her to lie back. Then I tossed the scissors away.
I had never intended on hurting her with those scissors, man. You got to understand that. I just needed a good tool to make sure she wouldn't fight me when I wanted to fuck her. If she'd fought with me I might have had to hurt her. And I don't want to hurt no one, man. I just want to get my share of the snatches in town.
"You want to mount me now?" she asked me. And she moved back onto the floor, lying on her back. She hunched up her legs to where her knees were almost against her big fleshy knockers and their erect nipples. She gave her snatch a wriggle as if to invite my cock onto it. Shit! This sister knew she was fucked so she knew she'd only get hurt by fighting it. My pants were jjnly down to my knees when I started to mount her. I didn't have time to take them off. These rape jobs are the kind where you have to fuck and run.
I pushed my penis into her cunt before it was completely wet. I felt the dry lips take my cock in and scrape against it.
"Loosen up, you bitch!" I grunted at her to scare her some. I liked to fuck women who were scared of me. It made me orgasm better.
Her snatch loosened up in a couple of seconds and I started to pump my ass up and down, driving my cock in and out of her pussy with a steadily increasing pace. I was determined to have this fuck my own way. I was going to give her a fast jackhammering until I came.
I wrapped my hands around her lower half, moving both of my palms down toward her ass. I held her tight and slammed my cock into her and out and into her again with the best of speed. Most bitches like slow strokes when they're being fucked. I was determined to slam this bitch.
I felt her wriggling her pussy and rotating it for me as I slammed my cock in and out. I felt the come snaking up my rod and I tried to hold it as long as I could while continuing to slam my prick in and out of her. She started to grunt and moan. As the moaning got more intense, I began to come.
My penis shot out my hot gobs of seeds in sharp fast spurts. She could feel me coming, I guess, because she was squealing and whining most just when the come was jetting out of my long bulging rod. I let my cock push all the way down in her and plant my seeds down in her vagina as far as it could. She gave a long sighing moan when the last drops trickled from my prick. Then I quickly panted for my breath and stood up on my knees.
She lay out in front of me as I withdrew my cock and kneeled before her. If I'd liked the bitch at all, I might have eaten her out. But as I knelt before her and looked at her naked body with the legs spread apart, the only feeling I had was a good strong feeling of conquest. It was a feeling that I'd only had once before, the time I'd raped Darlene. It was a feeling of conquest, the natural feeling that a well hung guy should have!....
...I interrupted Jackson at that point since it was clear to me what the origins of his rape pattern were. Yet I wanted to ask one or two more questions to make sure.
"Jackson," I said, "in your third rape did you desire and obtain that same feeling of conquest which you just spoke off?"
"Yeah," he said. "The third time I raped a sister was my favorite. I followed this soul sister into the ladies room at the high school. As soon as she was alone in there I locked the door, grabbed her and jabbed my cock into her from behind."
"Did you know this female beforehand," I asked, "or did you just see her for the first time and decide to rape her?"
"I knew her," Jackson said, "I'd been out with her a couple of times and she wouldn't give me no pussy. So I finally decided that it was my right just to follow her and fuck her. So I did."
"And what about the fourth rape?" I asked.
"She was a bitch who dated a guy who led a street gang which had messed up my turf. I caught her on my block alone one day and dragged her into a car. Some of my buddies stood guard while I fucked her in the back of the car. After I'd done my duty I turned her over to them and they gangfucked her."
"Thank you, Jackson," I said. "I think that will be all."
I asked Jackson to return with his parents a few days later. When he and they returned I discussed my analysis of his case with the three of them. I told them exactly what I will reveal here.
Jackson developed an acute "penis problem" as a result of the initial incident in the gym. The experience where Darlene allowed herself to have sex with two other males while only performing fellatio on young Jackson.
As a result of the incident with Darlene, Jackson had to prove his own manhood to other women. Yet he chose to prove it not to women he liked, but to women who had somehow slighted him. The black girl working in the white neighborhood, the girl who had never "put out" for him, and the girl friend of a rival gang leader were all females to whom Jackson wished to express his power as a man. Thus he turned to what he considered the most powerful and manly part of his body, his long penis, and forced these three women, plus Darlene who had created his problem, to be the passive conquests of his manliness.
Jackson, his parents and I discussed Jackson's problem in hopes of his coming to an understanding of his obsession with raping. I thought quite sincerely that Jackson would be able to conquer his problem. I then learned, however, about a month after Jackson's final interview at my office that he had raped again. This time the victim was a nineteen-year-old white secretary whom he had first seen when on his way to my offices for his first interview.
I wish I could conclude Jackson's case on a more optimistic note. However, I cannot. This secretary reported the rape to police who arrested Jackson. Since this is not his first run-in with the white power structure, Jackson is being brought to trial now for rape. His legal problems, in other words, are quite substantial.
I have agreed to testify at Jackson's trial that his rape patterns are caused by a psychological obsession which is quite difficult to control. Whether or not this will impress the white judge who will preside at the court, I do not know. I only know that I am not at liberty to discuss Jackson's case any further since, at this writing, his trial is still in progress. Perhaps if he had picked a victim like the first victim of the rapist in Case History Five, his legal problems would never have occurred.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Tyrone D-knew how to pick his victims. Unlike Jackson, who was facing a possible jail term for his raping activities, Tyrone was certain that none of his victims would ever charge him with a crime.
I clicked my tape recorder into the "record" position as Tyrone lay back on my couch. Tyrone was twenty-three and told me that over the past five years he had committed over sixteen rapes. Tyrone was married, had two children and worked as a supermarket manager. He was bright and quite articulate, having spent four years getting a degree at a fully accredited university. His intelligence and his college degree enabled him to already be making twelve thousand dollars a year.
"My wife satisfies me," he explained to me as he began to speak for my tape recorder. "She satisfies me real well for the marriage kind of sex. It's just that I believe that a man's penis should have more than one kind of sex."
"Would you be more specific?" I asked him.
"Look at it this way," he said. "You don't eat the same food every day, so why should you fuck the same woman every day?"
"You believe in a variety of sexual acts?" I asked him.
"I certainly do," he said. "I believe in fucking just about every person and every way possible. But there's one problem."
"What's that, Tyrone?" I asked.
"The problem is that a lot of the people you want to fuck aren't going to want to fuck you. That's when you have to stop gaping and start raping."
"When did you start raping?" I then asked him.
"I started a number of years ago," he said. "Way back when I was a teenager. But I'll tell you a secret. You got to be real careful who you rape. Otherwise you'll get yourself in a real shitload of trouble."
"Meaning?" I asked.
"Meaning," he explained, "that some possible rapes you'll have to pass up. Too much chance of getting caught. But then there are the other rapes which are just there for the taking. Some women are so easy to rape that they might as well carry signs saying, 'fuck me .
"How can you tell who these women are who you claim ought to be raped?"
"It's real easy," Tyrone said. "I'll tell the story about a black woman I raped just last week."
"Please do," I said to him. Tyrone then related this story....
. ... I was in the supermarket late on a Friday afternoon. It was almost closing time and most of the people were out of the store. I was standing around near one of the check-out aisles when I started to look around to see how many people were still shopping.
I looked down one aisle and there was a tall black woman, about six feet tall, who looked like she just had to be a model or something. I remember that she was wearing this sort of micro-mini dress which showed all of her long, long legs. And she had on this real tight blouse that you could almost see her tits through.
Well, I looked at her and told myself that there was a female who was looking for cock. Women don't dress like that unless they're after cock.
I got thinking that she was probably going to go back to her apartment and get some cock. Then I decided that I shouldn't let her get away. I was the one who should supply her with the cock she needed.
Now I knew that I just couldn't walk up to her and ask if she'd like to be fucked. Every woman says no to a question like that. I figured that I'd just have to do the fucking right off, not giving her time to tell me about any half-assed objections she might have.
I followed her down one of the aisles. Looking over my shoulder, I discovered that all the other shoppers were either out of the store or were checking out. I figured that my wife could wait the extra minutes for me to come home. I was up for a good screw.
As I followed her down the aisle I suddenly stopped and stared at her. She was bending over to pick something off a bottom shelf. But as she bent over I could see she was wearing some sort of strange pair of underwear. I couldn't believe what I thought I saw. The panties had some sort of cunt in them which made me think that I'd seen her bare ass beneath a slit in the panties.
Well, that did it. I had to find out what she was wearing. She looked back over her shoulder at me as I was trying to stare at her ass. When she saw me looking at her she gave me a smile and then gave her ass a wriggle. As soon as she did this I felt my cock get all stiff and start to bulge beneath my fly. Now I was ready to push her down onto a sack of potatoes and screw her.
"I suppose you've seen our daily special," I said to her as she stood up completely again.
"Daily special?" she asked.
"You just come with me," I said. And she followed me back through the back of the store, through the meat department to a door which led to my office.
"Right through there," I said.
She walked through the door and found herself in my private office. I came through the door after her and closed it behind her, turning the key in the lock as I slammed the door shut. My cock was jumping all up and down now, waiting for a good slick insertion into this big tall mama's pussy. Everyone knows that tall girls are the best fucks. I was counting on this lady to prove what everyone already knew.
"Where's the daily special?" she asked, half scared and half still trusting me.
"The daily special is in my pants," I told her.
"It's what?" she snapped, offended and now beginning to act like she didn't want the cock that I knew she wanted so badly.
"The daily special is in my fucking pants," I said as I grabbed her by the arm. "Today's special is penis and you're just about to buy a big one, sister!"
She pushed at me and began to try to fight me off. Typical. Broads walk aroud the city with their cunts hanging out and then they get offended when you try to fuck them.
She pushed at my bulging penis and hit it. It didn't hurt at all, and frankly I like it when these tall cunts fight you. It makes the whole idea of domination seem more right. After all, I had her trapped in my office. There was no question of who was going to win this little tussle.
I reached for her blouse and yanked hard on the front of it, pulling half of the buttons off it as I tugged. I saw her tits below under a thin bra. She tried to hide her breasts but just as she tried I moved my hand to her short skirt and pulled at the front of it. The catch broke on it and the skirt came off. I pulled it away from her and she started to scream. When she tried to pull the skirt back, I pulled at her shirt again and managed to open it up completely. Then one good rip down the backside and her whole blouse was off.
That left just bra, panties and stockings. And those three were no problem at all. At all!
I pushed her back toward a cot in the corner of my office. She was still wrestling with me and putting up a real good fight to protect her body. But when I moved my hand down to her panties I felt all the way through them. I looked down and I suddenly understood the slit which I had thought I'd seen when this tall black woman had bent over in the aisle of the supermarket. Her panties were slit down the front and underneath. The slit was just enough for a man to get his cock through when the woman spread her legs apart. This was one rape where I wouldn't even have to tear off the panties.
"What do you think this if for?" I grinned at her when I fingered her cunt through the slit of her panties. "You come into my store to do some fuck ing. Now you know who you're going to do it with!"
"No," she begged. "That's only for fucking with the man who keeps me."
"It's for fucking with me, sister!" I said. And I threw her onto that cot.
As she fell back onto the cot, her backside landed hard and her legs spread apart. I dove after her, quickly pulling down my pants and letting my huge hungry and erect organ pop out, letting it fly loose from the restraining underpants which had held it all day.
As I climbed on top of her, making a move that I'd made so many times on so many resisting women in the past, I slid my long black rod straight for the crotch of those panties. I pushed my hands to her knees, an important move, and forced her long light brown legs wide apart. As her legs spread I could see the slit in those panties open up just enough for me to slide my organ into. Her black bush and the crack of her snatch waited for me right underneath.
I shoved my prong into the slit in her panties and I felt my long loaf slip through the silk folds of her underwear. My cock continued to move through until it poked the wet lips of her vagina as she continued to wriggle.
"You fucker! You fucker!" she grunted as she kept trying to pull away. But I pulled her around so that she was right underneath me. Then I plunged my cock in and it continued to slide until it was all the way down in her.
"Balls!" she gasped as she felt my dick slide all the way into her. "Balls!"
My own balls felt fine. They were pushing right against the fine silk of her panties as my rod was pressed deeply into her. I stroked her and she still tried to wriggle her ass away. Her legs were kicking madly and then squeezing tightly around my waist. Yet when she squeezed tightly around my waist, her vagina tightened around my prick in a way that rubbed the big vein on the underside in just the way I like it rubbed. I stroked my cock in and out of her and I felt her bring her long stockinged legs around my waist and keep them there. It was obvious to me now that my cock was doing such a good job on her that she could no longer fight me off.
Just then there was a knock on the door. It was Marvin, the store's janitor, wanting to know if he could sweep up my office.
"Later, Marvin!" I hollered. And I placed my hand over the woman's mouth. She started to try to yell. I stroked her cunt back and forth with long rhythmic motions of my penis in order to shut her up.
"But Mr. Manager?" Marvin called again. "Are you okay?"
The woman was gasping now as I moved my cock back and forth in her wet box. Her arms were tight around me and she was kissing on my neck as she moved her cunt up and down on my prick. Her cunt was real wet now and she was moving it just right. If I hadn't given her a couple of good long strokes just at the right time she would have kept yelling for help.
Marvin knocked again. I yelled back to him that I'd have him fired if he didn't get lost. He was quiet then and I figured he'd vanished. Only then did I figure out, after I'd gone back to fucking this tall long legged light brown woman in stockings, bra and slit panties, that Marvin was watching us through the keyhole of the door.
She was gasping in the midst of her orgasm while I watched the shadow beneath the door. Marvin was bent over and watching us intently, probably stroking his balls and penis as he watched. Marvin was a silly old man. If he wanted to get his kicks by watching me fuck, that was square with me.
I dug my penis into her as far as I could shove it. I madly pounded my crotch up and down on her and she started to groan and grunt with each time I shoved it. I held back my come as best I could, but when those silk panties of hers began to run against my dick and I withdrew it and thrust it forward again, I had to let go with my come.
I let it fly out of my rod in long hot ejaculations, shooting big gobs of come way down deep into this tall black woman's captive pussy. She squealed as she felt me come and she arched her back up to get every bit of my come to spurt way down deep in her pussy. Then she throbbed her cunt up and down on my dick even after it started to get limp again. She was going after every last drop of my juice. And who said she didn't want to be fucked?
I withdrew my long slippery brown rod from her right away. She moaned a little when I withdrew it, but it's always best to get the dick out very soon after finishing your chores inside a pussy. It's bad luck to overstay a visit. That's a tradition I learned from some soul brothers down in the Virgin Islands a few years ago.
When I withdrew from her she lay still on the bed. She only moved slightly to give her crotch a little wriggle.
"Shit," she said. "I still got a hungry snatch for that dick of yours."
"You do, huh?" I asked. And I nearly considered letting her blow me up fast so that I could give her another quick screw. But when I looked back to the door and saw Marvin's shadow still there I got another idea.
I quickly walked to the door. I suddenly threw it open and there stood Marvin. He had his pants down and was stroking his long brown penis. Marvin was in his fifties, but, like many black men whom I know, still had his rod in dandy condition for his years.
"There you are, Marvin," I said to him. "Go get her."
"I can fuck her?" he asked me in a rather surprised voice.
"Her panties are slit," I said to him. "Go poke your rod through them to her crack."
Marvin rushed through the door, hobbling on his pants as he tried to hold them up over his erect rod. The woman on the bed was shocked. She didn't want any fifty year old man to stick his old rod into her. Yet she didn't understand that older men have marvelous staying power sometimes. They can often, if they know how to contract their ass muscles, hold an erection twice as long as a younger man, even a younger black man.
"Not him!" she said. "Not this old fart!"
I just closed the door and laughed. I knew Marvin wouldn't have much trouble getting his rod in once he'd physically subdued her.
Marvin dove onto the bed and grabbed her around the shoulders. He pressed his face down toward her breasts as he tried to push his rod toward her crotch. She pushed her hands toward his face in an attempt to push him away. But he was a wiry old bastard, Marvin, and he was making progress as he rolled her over onto the cot again.
Marvin's rod was handsome and fully erect for a man of his age. And he knew all the right moves. He pushed his rod into her crotch area and I watched from just a few feet away as I saw that his long extended brown penis had managed to hook right into her slit. Marvin managed to push her legs wide apart and was holding his penis right at her crack. She was struggling ferociously with him and trying to whack him in the face. Yet he was managing just slightly to push his penis into her. He had it about an inch or two in. Yet she was holding him in a position on top of her where, by holding his hips in her stockinged knees he was unable to push the rest of the way in.
Marvin needed help. I felt my own penis getting quickly erect again as I watched the old man trying to fuck this long brown legged girl. So I decided to give Marvin a little helping hand. And the helping hand went right on his ass.
I walked to the cot and pushed my palm down on Marvin's trembling buttocks. The poor old man needed help for this fuck. I figured that I was being a nice guy just by letting him have the screw. So now it was my duty to make sure he didn't bitch it up.
Then I pushed his ass, it was just the extra force he needed for his rod to slide down into the woman's snatch. She howled in anger at me as the old man's cock slid into her. But then she yelped in surprise when his rod slid deeply into her snatch. He was much longer than she had ever imagined. And as he started to pump his ass up and down on her, she started to move her own bottom in a rhythmic rotating motion which just once again showed how much she loved getting balled....
...With time running out on our interview session, I let Tyrone conclude his statements there. I wanted to ask the usual series of summation questions before his session was over.
"I'm intrigued why you allowed this older man to come in and have forced sex with this woman, too." I said. "Would you tell me why you did it?"
"Because," he answered quickly, "as I said earlier, all forms of sex appeal to me. I like to fuck my wife, for example. The fact that I rape on the side doesn't affect my relationship with my wife. I also masturbate some times. I do it over pictures in magazines or maybe over another couple fucking. Once I let a friend of mine fuck my wife just so I could watch her getting fucked. I'll tell you, it's one of the most erotic experiences available to watch your own wife getting fucked by another man."
"It doesn't bother you that another man's penis is in the vagina which more or less 'belongs' to you?" I asked him.
"No," Tryone answered quickly and confidently. "This was an even exchange. I watched this friend of mine fuck my wife and then he watched me fuck both his wife and his fifteen-year-old daughter the next night. I figure I got the better of the deal."
"His wife and his daughter?" I repeated.
"It was an excellent melange," said Tyrone, a man who obviously knew of the finer and more sophisticated things in life. While I licked his wife's pussy, the young girl was sucking on my own penis while her naked breasts pressed against my abdomen. Then her mother turned around and started to kiss at my balls, while I continued to lick the mother's clitoris. Have you ever had a mother licking your balls while her daughter sucks your penis and the father watches nude from the other side of the room? It's just one of many ways that I like to enjoy sex."
"I see," I said to him. "And watching Marvin rape the woman in the supermarket was also a gratifying form of sex for you?"
"Oh, sure," Tyrone said. "I got up a good hard erection. When I went home I made my wife blow me while she tickled my balls with a feather dusting mop. Watching rape turns me on a lot. One of the best fucks I've ever seen was a rape."
"And what was that?"
"Well," Tyrone explained. "A few years ago I knew this guy who has since skipped the country and gone to Cuba. He was a real wild man sexually and was operating a kidnap for sex ring."
"Kidnap for sex?" I asked. "How did that work?"
"He'd kidnap young females, black and white, for wealthy men who wanted to have the fun of raping. Then he'd bring his captive women to his customer and let the customer rape the girl. It was quite profitable for him."
"And you were allowed to watch the rapes?" I asked Tyrone.
"I watched a few of them," Tyrone explained. "After all. This dude was my friend."
I glanced at my watch and saw that Tyrone and I didn't have time to discuss either any more of his rapes at the time or the rapes he had witnessed through this kidnap ring. Tyrone did, however, agree to tell me all about it when he returned for a second interview.
I merely wish to add one final note to Tyrone's first interview session. I spoke earlier of Tyrone's ability to know which women "wanted" to be raped. The woman in the store whom Tyrone led into his back office was obviously such a woman, her slit panties attesting to the fact that she was desirous of having sex with some new man that afternoon. But Tyrone also revealed to me other traits which he looked for in women he considered raping.
Any woman wearing a dress too short or a woman making eyes at him, Tyrone considered a good candidate for a rape. Also, female acquaintances of his wife were, in his opinion, good rape prospects. He based that assessment on the fact that he knew his wife detailed her own sex life to her intimate girl friends. Tyrone thus felt that since his wife had told her girl friends what a satisfying man her husband was, her girl friends might be interested in a little sample themselves. Tyrone revealed to me that he had raped four of his wife's best friends, two of them more than four times each. At no time had any of these women expressed their dissatisfaction to either Tyrone's wife or the police. Like the woman he raped in the supermarket, they were happy with what had happened to their bare bodies. They weren't ready to complain.
"What I don't understand, Tyrone," I said to my subject as he arrived for his second interview, is your link to this kidnap for sex ring."
"There was no link," Tyrone said quickly. "I just liked to watch these girls get caught and fucked."
"Caught and fucked?" I asked him, repeating his words exactly as he had spoken them.
"Sure," he said. "Caught and fucked. Why I even remember this one chick who they threw a net over and then dragged her off and let two different men fuck her."
"Would you tell me more?" I asked him. "Don't mind if I do," Tyrone said. And he then began his story....
...A friend of mine named Bobby worked for this ring. He didn't do any of the raping or the fucking, but he did a hell of a lot of the setting up of things.
Bobby let me go with him when he went out looking for pussy one night. He was cunt hunting for a couple of soul brothers who wanted to fuck a teenage girl. Well, Bobby never came back empty handed.
Bobby and I went down to the tourist section of town in his car. We sat in the car until Bobby spotted this white girl about sixteen years old. She was all alone and wandering around as if she'd just shipped in from the boondocks.
"That's what we want," said Bobby. "I'm going to catch this one for the dudes back uptown.
Bobby left me in the car and I watched him as he went over and talked to the girl. At first she was suspicious of him. Then she started to smile. Then she was laughing. All the time I was staring at her crotch and thinking how much I'd like to stick my pecker into that young white bush of hers.
Then the girl turned around and let Bobby lead her to our car. She got in the backseat and Bobby got in to drive. Bobby told her that she was going to take her to a party. The dumb cracker actually believed him!
We drove back uptown to where the two soul brothers were waiting for a captive girl. Bobby and I got out of the car and led the girl to the building. I went in the door in front of her and Bobby went in behind.
Then, right behind me in the hall I heard the cracker girl scream. I turned around and saw that Bobby had tossed a net over her.
"What the fuck you doing that for?" I asked him as he stuffed the girl into that huge fishnet type thing and was holding his hand over her mouth. He had his huge black arms around the girl as he held her up against his chest. I had to laugh when I saw how scared she was. She was captured by two big black dudes and she didn't know what was going to happen to her. Well, maybe she did know what was going to happen to her. She was going to get her little dumb white cunt fucked by a couple of huge black cocks. Not Bobby and me. We have big cocks, too. But these other dudes were the ones who were going to get her.
"These brothers want some certain preparations," Bobby said in answer to my question. And he carried the girl quickly up the stairs to a vacant room which he knew was there. I followed him.
When he went into the room he told the girl that if she didn't want to get seriously hurt she'd shut up. As soon as she understood that, she quit trying to yell. Then I Watched Bobby take her out of the net.
Then, as the girl stood rigid and scared, Bobby started to undress her soft young white body. I watched Bobby's hands as they slowly undid her blouse, unbuttoning it completely and then pulling it off her, revealing her firm young breasts which she carried in a red and white polka dot bra.
He then unhooked her skirt and slid it down her legs. She was such a cracker rube that she wasn't even wearing stockings. Bobby told her to step out of her shoes and she did.
Then Bobby reached around her back and unhooked the frightened girl's bra. When it unsnapped he slid it off her and down her arms. I stared at her naked breasts with their soft white mounds of flesh and the huge erect red nipples right on their centers. I could feel my own cock getting as hard as a hunk of asphalt. I saw Bobby push his own big black hands to her breasts and grab them as he roared out with a deep cracking laugh.
Then Bobby brought his big strong brown hands to her panties and slowly began to pull them down. I saw the young girl's pussy as it slowly appeared between her legs. Bobby then pulled her panties down the tops of her legs, past her knees and down to her ankles.
"Step out of them!" Bobby ordered her. And the nude girl lifted her feet, first one, then the other, to kick her panties away.
"Now!" said Bobby. "You're just right for fucking!"
Bobby put the net over her again and carried her in his arms up to the next room in that old building. Then he opened the door and I saw two big muscular soul brothers sitting on a couple of beds. Both of the big men were naked. And as soon as they saw Bobby walking in the door carrying that naked sixteen-year-old white girl in a fishnet, both of those muscular black brothers came up with big hard erections.
"She's all yours, brothers," Bobby said. And he lay the girl down on the floor. She started to kick and scream and yammer, but all she could do was struggle beneath the fishnet which was wrapped around her. She wasn't even able to get up to her feet.
The two men got up off the beds and stood and looked at the girl. Their penises were hard and sticking out what appeared to be a foot apiece.
Bobby poked me in the ribs and signaled me to come with him.
We left the room together. Then Bobby quickly stepped around the corner to another room. I followed him into it where he led me to two peepholes in the wall. I looked through there and could see absolutely everything that was happening to that captive white girl.
"I like to know how the customers treat the merchandise," Bobby said to me as he slapped my palm and laughed. We spoke in hushed tones so we wouldn't be heard. Then I turned my attention back into the first room and watched what was about to happen.
The two big brothers held their erections hard and firm as they picked up the struggling, panting girl and carried her back to the larger of the two beds. I heard her begging them not to fuck her. I stared right at her hairy pussy and her wobbling breasts as the two big muscle-bound black men removed the net from her. Then with the net off I saw her little white legs struggling even more. She was trying to cover the bare hairy snatch between her legs.
"Not your cocks!" I heard the struggling, crying girl moan. "Not those big black cocks in my pussy!"
But the two men only laughed. One of them leaned over her and grabbed her by the ankles, spreading her wriggling legs wide apart. Then the other man grabbed a pillow from the bed and tucked it under the writhing naked girl's buttocks.
The same man then grabbed her arms and pushed her flat against the bed, only the pillow making her backside arch up. Then as the first man held her white trembling legs wide apart, the second man moved on top of her, mounting her and slowly pushing his long erect brown penis into the struggling girl's hairy snatch.
I watched closely and saw the man's penis just as it passed through her pussy hair and entered into her opening. I saw the girl make a grimacing face as she felt the man's long black rod slip slowly into her. She again tried to move her ankles, but the other man held her firm. I could see the strong black muscles on the backs of the two men as they rippled with the slight exercise they were having. I also thought of what an easy conquest this was. Black women fight like cornered badgers when you tried to fuck them. White women hardly have any spunk in them at all. I guess they just aren't very physical for some reason.
The big black man now had his penis almost half of its way into her. I could tell he was going slowly because this bitch wasn't opening up very well. But she was young and might have even had her hymen still in there. I heard the girl squeal and both of the two men laughed. Then the man on top of her pushed his penis a little harder and managed to shove it all the way down and into her.
The girl was now yelling each time that the big black man on top of her wriggling little white body pushed into her. I figured that his penis was so big that it must have filled up her fresh young vagina almost to its capacity. As he began to stroke back and forth on her, she grunted and moaned alternately, as if she was both enjoying what she was getting and still trying to struggle to get away.
I watched his dark ebony buttocks as they rose and fell on the girl. The other man, his penis still fully erect, had let go of the girl's ankles now which gave her more of an opportunity to squirm around beneath that heavy hunk of black muscle and that big piece of meat that he had hanging between his legs.
I saw him kissing her by the neck as he rose and fell in her pussy. And I saw that he had his big black right hand right over that young girl's firm left breast. He was rubbing up her erect nipple quite nicely, making it so big that it looked good enough to take a great big bite out of. He plowed his ass up and back in her a few more times and then I heard him speak.
"Coming, baby!" he grunted. "I'm coming!"
He drove his long brown penis deep into her and must have let loose with a tremendous rip of sperm. He pounded his buttocks up and down on her, driving his cock in quickly and then drawing it back out just as fast, only to shove it back in.
I could tell he was getting off a good come because of the way his face was clenched in excitement. And the girl was still wriggling and squirming her ass and pussy around as that man let loose with his tremendous rush of fluid.
She gasped and sobbed as he came in her. He powered several long deep strokes down into her and then held still. After he was finished coming she even held still for a second, a sure sign that the raped girl had orgasmed onto his cock.
The man stood up on his knees, his long wet slippery prick hanging like a sleeping snake in front of him as he kneeled between the conquered girl's legs. He was catching his breath. Then he quickly stepped off and the second man, his rod still fully erect and just dying to get down to some serious screwing, climbed onto the bed in his place.
"No," panted the naked girl, her pussy still tingling from the first man. "Not another one! Not another of those enormous black penises!"
But, yes, it was another. He climbed on top of the girl just when she tried to close her legs to protect her hairy snatch. But a woman who has been conquered once can always be conquered a few more times. I saw the muscles on his trim handsome ebony body roll as he pushed his long dork toward the slot which I knew was already wet.
His balls were the size of big brown baseballs as I looked at them. His penis was quite long. The girl tried to grab it and push it away from her. But her little white hands on his big long penis only made him laugh and give his cock a little extra shove. He was already between her legs. When he gave his cock a little shove it headed right toward her opening.
I saw his cock go directly into her wet pussy as she tried to twist her bottom to the side to keep that huge black man's penis out of her. He slipped it all the way down into her and I saw her dig her fingers and fingernails into that black man's back as he began to pump his dick in and out of this young white girl's cunt.
Each time he pushed and drove his cock deep into her, she drew back her ass to try to get his dick to fall out. Yet each time he pulled it back she felt her pussy get lonesome for that feeling of having something big and slippery and long in it. So she'd push her pussy right back up toward his rod every time he pulled it back.
He pounded away at her for several minutes, building up a great big come and letting his captive girl orgasm all over his cock. Then, with a grunt which I could hear all the way in the next room, he started to come.
He held his loin into hers tight when his cock started to ejaculate. He pressed his penis as deeply into her as he could and I saw the sweat glisten all over his back when his dick was exploding its dripping hot gobs of sperm into that naked captive girl whose legs were spread so wide apart.
He pumped his ass a few times to keep his ejaculations spurting out nicely. But then he pressed it back to her as the final drops dribbled loose.
He stood back up and withdrew from her almost immediately. But he was hardly finished. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled the tired twice-raped girl's head right to his slimy long brown pecker.
"Kiss it, baby," he growled to her. "After what it just did to you, you owe that rod some respect."
The girl, her eyes red with all the tears she'd cried, leaned forward and took his penis into her mouth to wash it. He lay back on the couch and forced her to lick his cock completely clean. Her pussy dripped the entire time and left a big puddle on the bed. For leaving the puddle, that other big black man took the girl over his knee and spanked her with the flat of his strong hand. She howled and yelled when she was spanked. Just watching her bare buttocks being so tormented made my own hard-on grow to massive proportions.
After he spanked her, he lay back on the bed, his cock erect again and sticking straight up at the ceiling. He made the girl straddle him and squat her wet pussy right down on him again. Just watching it made me so horny that later that night I went out to a bar, picked up a woman and raped her in the back seat of my car. She loved it....
...As much as I found this kidnap for sex ring slightly reprehensible, I was nevertheless, from a scientific point of view, fascinated by Tyrone's desire to watch rapes as well as participate in them. Tyrone often seemed to use these viewings as a prelude to his own sexual activity, something of an appetizer before the main course. I was thus disposed to ask him a question or two on the subject.
"Tyrone," I said to him, "I find it quite intriguing that you enjoy watching something such as a rape. Do you find that you orgasm better the next time you have sex if you've recently seen a rape?"
He thought for a moment before he answered.
"If it was a good rape, I have a terrific orgasm," he said. "There's a certain excitement to seeing a woman forcibly penetrated after having her clothing ripped off. Don't you think so, doctor?"
"Many of my patients think so," I told him.
"But what about you?" he asked. "Don't you think that rape is one of the most exciting forms of sex, for everyone involved? Rapist, victim and voyeur?"
"My own sexual preferences are not to be discussed here," I informed him. "I'll only say that I can understand quite well why so many men and women enjoy a good rape."
Tyrone smiled. "You know, doctor," he said to me. "I know why you're conducting this survey. You like to study rape because you're something of a closet rapist yourself. You'd really dig being out there in the streets getting all the pussy yourself. But since you don't have the balls to go out and do it yourself, you sit here and listen to everyone else tell you about what they did. Shit! I'll bet you have a hard-on right now!"
"Tyrone," I informed him quite tersely, "I will remind you that you are the patient and I am the analyst. And as to whether I have an erection or have ever had an erection over what's told to me here, I will simply let you continue to wonder about it. Although, as a hint, I will remind you that I am a man of science, not a man who thinks with his balls."
Tyrone smirked slightly and let me finish with a few more questions concerning his raping and his watching of raping. But for all intents and puposes, I had heard enough to draw a few conclusions about his case.
Like many young black men today who have gone through college, Tyrone possesses an acute curiosity about everything. He also does not accept the societal taboos which his parents' generation might have accepted. Thus Tyrone is willing to accept the raping of women as a legitimate form of sex since it satisfies him. And he is clever enough, so he says, to rape only the women who he thinks subconsciously desire him to rape them.
Coupled with this clever attitude is Tyrone's curiosity. He is curious enough to try every form of sex, voyeurism, and swapping being among those he mentioned. Yet it is rape, in its stark sexual drama, which both fascinates him and satisfies him the most. He thus is a rapist and enjoys watching rapists for this reason. And because he will not accept as forbidden the things that "establishment" society forbids, Tyrone feels that rape is a valuable and integral part of his sexual life. Because he is a bright young man, he chooses his victims well and constantly gets away with what might be considered "crimes".
CONCLUSION
After speaking at length with these five patients whose testimony formed the substance of this report, I can conclude only a few of the most general points about rape. The reason I cannot go further into specifics is simply that rape, like any other form of sex, has its varying causes and symptoms. No rapist is like all other rapists just as no heterosexual female is like all other heterosexual females.
Let me first conclude by stating that, despite the accusations made about me by Tyrone in the final case history, I in no way favor rape over any other form of sex and I certainly don't anyone to go out and commit a rape. The purpose of this book is to study the black rapist and learn why it is that he must force himself on women.
The causes, as I said, are varied. Mr. W-, in Case History One, raped because it was part of a sexual pattern developed in an early sexual encounter with his sister and her girlfriend. Since Mr. W-was a strong man with some psychological weaknesses, rape allowed him to assert himself physically as the master of all the women he encountered. Rape therefore was a natural form of sex for him, a form which was essential to his sexual satisfaction.
The rapings of Mr. J-in Case History Two were a result of his intense penis fixation. Mr.
J-was convinced that because of the abnormal length of his penis, it was his duty to forcibly share his penis with any women he selected. Mr. J-thus raped because he thought women enjoyed it and because he "had" to.
Whether or not women enjoy rape is a matter which will never actually be settled. Some women do, such as Miss Y-in Case History Three, while some other women definitely do not. Rape, by definition, is unlawful. Even though many of my patients managed to elude the law in their rapings and even though some women like Miss Y-rarely call police after being raped, any brother who thinks he can always rape and go free will be sadly mistaken. As Miss Y-herself shows, the proper selection of victims is essential.
Jackson R-proved that in Case History Four. Jackson was too young to realize the full import of what he was doing and therefore wound up in serious legal trouble due to his rapes. His rapes, of course, were not entirely of his making. Jackson suffered from a streak of humiliation before women due to a bizarre early sexual experience. Jackson struggled to overcome that attitude, but found it impossible. His need was great to prove himself a man in the most physical way possible. A reader can correctly conclude that Jackson's reason for raping is similar to the reason of Mr. W-in Case History One.
And Mr. D-in Case History Five typifies that attitude that rape is purely another form of sex, one which men and women should indulge in as much out of curiosity as anything else. Tyrone illustrates that it is not just the rapist who enjoys rape, but also the average man might be quite interested in watching a man assert himself physically over a captive naked woman. Mr.
D-'s reasons for raping and watching raping are reasons of sexual liberty. While I must admit that there is no liberty involved for the female victims, I can understand Mr. D-'s attitude while I still don't condone it.
And so these people, like the countless others I interviewed, all had reasons as varied as their personalities for why they committed or enjoyed rapes. But it is only natural for everyone to have a different reason. For, example, what's yours?
