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INTRODUCTION

I have done some work in the field of criminal mind having to do with sex crimes on my own, for a study I was making, which stirred the interest in some of the local politicians who henceforth approached me on doing a study for them at various prisons around the country.

I was to study the men and their case histories and see if I could offer some constructive answers to the rehabilitation of the particular patients and also make some general recommendations on how to deal with sex offenders, to rehabilitate them so that they would be able to return to a normal society.

I must confess that even I as a doctor was quite shocked by some of the stories these men had to tell of the brutality that was inflicted on their victims for seemingly no reason. In none of the cases did the offenders kill their victims, but in many cases they were violently violated, and in some instances the victims needed to be hospitalized after their attackers were finished with them.

The following cases are exactly as they were related to me, with only names, places and dates changed.

CASE HISTORY ONE

Rick N. Age: 27

Rick was a large framed, physically healthy male. He was quite attractive, and I could see where women would find him most charming, at least some women, women who weren't his victims.

I had asked Rick to tell me the story of how he had ended up in prison for rape. At first he seemed somewhat suspicious, somewhat reluctant, but then settled into his chair, lit a cigarette and began talking.

"I was just hanging around in the city one day and stopped into this coffee shop to have something to eat when I noticed this chick sitting across from me, watching my every move, 'staring at me. She was a good looking, blonde girl and I figured it was going to be an easy lay; figured that the two of us could have a good time. I mean the way this chick was looking at me I figured that she'd like to spread her legs for me, after all I was a pretty good looking guy and the chicks went for me. I knew that much.

I got up from the counter and moved over to the table where she was sitting. "Hi," I said, smiling.

"Hello," she answered, her voice with a little reserve.

"Do you mind if I sit down?" I asked.

"No," she answered a little bit hesitantly.

"You out shopping?" I smiled, looking at all the bundles on the chair next to her.

"Yes, I had some things I had to pick up."

"Well, I know that this seems a little pushy," I said. "But I couldn't help notice you and I'm a stranger in town. I wonder if you'd like to have dinner with me tonight?"

For an instant I saw a smile in her eyes and then it disappeared.

"Well, I don't know."

"Aw come on, well have a nice dinner and maybe a show or a few drinks afterward. Give a guy a break," I said, turning on the charm, giving her the biggest smile I could.

"Well, all right," she said. "But I'll meet you later. I have to go home and change."

"Okay," I said, feeling satisfied that she was sincere.

We agreed on the time and place and she left.

I had no idea what was going to happen. I hadn't planned on any kind of violence between us, I mean gee, I thought she was an easy lay. That's all, I hadn't planned on raping her.

I arrived a little bit early and right on time she pulled up in a white convertible. I got in and she drove to the place I'd picked out for dinner.

We had dinner and then I thought I should take her out, I mean I felt like I should give her the works for what she was going to give me later on. She was really a good looking chick and I wanted to make sure that she got what she so I'd get what I wanted. After dinner we went out to a discotheque and we had a few drinks and dances. They had a floor show and when it ended I saw that it was kind of late.

I was shocked, to say the least that I didn't have to give her any kind of a line. She smiled at me as we were walking out of the place.

"I live out in the suburbs. How would you like to come out for a drink? You can catch a train back later on."

I smiled to myself and nodded to her, "Sure, that would be nice," I said.

She gave me the keys to her car and directed me to her house.

I didn't understand this chick at all. She seemed to have plenty of bread, with no visible means of earning it. She had a great house out in the country that stood surrounded by large trees, just the right kind of place for what I had in mind.

As we walked in she moved to a bar and started mixing up a couple of drinks.

"Why don't you flip on the stereo," she said.

"Sure," I answered, moving toward the machine.

In a couple of minutes we were sitting on the couch with some soft music playing, drinking our drinks. There was a small amount of conversation that didn't really amount to much and pretty soon even that ended. Pretty soon we both sat there thinking our own thoughts in quiet.

The silence in the room was growing uncomfortably long. I didn't know what to say anymore. All I could think about was that snatch of hers and those big, fleshy tits that I'd pressed up against as I danced with her earlier in the evening.

All of a sudden I decided that this was the time, I leaned over and took hold of her shoulders, laying a kiss on her mouth. I could tell that I'd taken her by surprise. She pulled back and the look on her face was one of shock.

"Please-don't get heavy, I hardly know you."

"What do you mean?" I tried to lighten the situation. "We're like old friends."

"Seriously, you're a nice guy, but I don't want to give you any of the wrong ideas."

"Wrong ideas?" I echoed, her words really pissed me off. I figured this cunt was leading me on all night and now she expected to give me a couple of drinks and set me loose on some commuter railroad or something. I wasn't planning on taking advantage of her. I thought that she would want it, want what I had to give to her. She gave me every indication of it all night. Now all of a sudden she was turning off, now all of a sudden she was playing hard to get. She didn't want what I had to give her, but I had news for her, she was going to get it whether she liked it of not.

Maybe she needed to be loosened up I thought. So again I leaned over, my hand brushing against her breast and tried to kiss her. This time she didn't move back, she pushed me away and jumped to her feet.

I was really pissed off with her now; I was really angry.

I also stood up and my cock was stiff as a rock, there was no way that she couldn't see it pushing down my leg, straining against the tight material of my slacks. One look at it and her eyes widened, she stepped back and pointed toward the door.

"I think it's time that you left. I think that youVe misunderstood my being friendly."

I shook my head at her, feeling a strange thing happening in my own head. "No," I said, "No way, baby."

She made a funny face and moved further away from me.

I was on to her little game now. She wasn't going to put out. She just wanted to have a little good time with some guy cow-cowing and licking her ass-hole, but that wasn't for me, man. I was going to get what I wanted, and since this was the only thing that was available at the moment, this was what I was going to get-some of her pretty, tight-ass pussy. I was going to spread those cunt lips with my dick and shoot my load into that bitch if it was the last thing I did.

I approached her again. She tried to wave me off wildly, pointing toward the door.

"Look, I said you better get out of here. I'm not fooling around. I mean it. I don't want this to turn into something nasty."

"Nasty," I mimicked her words. "Don't worry, baby. What I'm going to do to you isn't going to be nasty. What I'm going to do, you're going to love. I know what your kind of woman-likes. I know what you want me to do. You want me to take you, make you do it so that you can still have a lily-white view of yourself.

"No," she said, firmly. "No, that's not what I want. I swear it. I didn't want to lead you on. If I did, I'm sorry. I was only trying to be friendly."

"Don't worry, baby. You were plenty friendly, and now I'm going to return that friendship. I'm going to show you how friendly I can be."

She backed herself into a corner and while she stood there I began to strip off my clothing. It was hard to read her eyes now. It was difficult to see what was happening in her head. I could tell there was a slight loosening of tension when I took off my shirt and tie and she saw my large, muscular chest and arms, but that was also a mixture of fear in that look. She knew that she was no match for me. I saw her eyes trail down over the thick, curling hairs on my chest that tapered toward my navel. I saw her eyes move down over my boxer shorts where my dick pushed at the material, straining to get out, straining to get into that cunt of hers.

"It's a big cock, isn't it baby? You like them big?"

She just closed her eyes for a moment and shook her head.

"No-no, please don't."

"Don't what?" I asked.

"You know, please let's have no trouble. We had such a nice evening. Please don't."

"What are you, some kind of nut?" I asked. "You expect to have a man just turn off after you pick him up in a coffee shop and lead him on all night, after you invite him out to your house, invite him out here into the woods, and get him all cozy? You want him to turn off? No way, baby, this dick is going to be in your snatch," I said, grabbing hold of my thick cock through my boxer shorts.

I slid my shorts down over my hard, muscular legs and kicked them off. I was standing there, nude, with my eight inch hard-on sticking straight in the air, pointing toward her as I slowly advanced on her.

She mumbled incoherent sounds now and tried to move further away from me but there was no way, there was no way she was going to stop me now, no way that I wasn't going to get my dick into that pink pussy of hers that was probably dripping for my dick right now, probably wet with her own excitement, her own participation.

Whatever it was, I knew one thing for sure. This broad was going to get fucked before the night was over.

INTERVIEW TWO

Rick seemed much more relaxed for his second interview, much more willing to get directly into the interview without any preliminary warm-up time.

So there I was, standing naked with this broad hiding from me. I really felt strange inside, I really felt like I was losing my head. All I needed was to get this broad down, with her legs spread.

"Why don't you call for help?. ' I teased, reaching down and grabbing my cock. "Unless, that is, you don't want help."

I could see the fear in her eyes, but I really didn't care at this point.

"Listen, sweetheart, I'm going to get me a piece of that ass, so you might as well enjoy it, because I'm going to take it, whether you give it to me or not. I'm going to get my rocks off in that pussy of yours. So you might as well give in and relax. You might as well enjoy it, it will be easier for both of us."

She didn't answer me, she just stood there, staring at me fierecely, shaking her head. "No-No, you're notI won't let you!"

"You don't have any choice," I said, moving in on her.

I reached out and grabbed at her, catching her sweater which she had draped over her arms. She moved away from me, and I held her sweater in my fingers. Dropping it to the floor, I moved in on her again.

"No!" she said, "Stay away from me, just stay away from me!"

"Make it easy on yourself baby, make it easy because I'm going to get it-understand that?"

I reached out and grabbed at her again. This time I cought hold of her dress. She tried to jerk away from me, and ripped it from the neckline down to the shoulder, so that part of her dress drooped down over her shoulder onto her chest now.

She grabbed hold of it and pulled it "back up, trying to hold it in place.

"It's no use," I said, smiling. "It's no use. Get ready, baby, get ready for the biggest dick you've ever had between your legs."

Suddenly she let out with a blood-curdling scream of protest, but that didn't bother me. I sort of sat up as we pulled up. There was no one around this place, no one to hear her screams. I could tell that she was frightened and it was strange that her fear seemed to turn me on even more, seemed to make me want to fuck her, even more.

I took my cock in one hand and pulled back on it, pulling the foreskin back over the head of my dick, letting her see the red, thick bulbous head of flesh.

It was moist and wet, and it was shiny from the light in the room, stiff and ready for action.

With my dick standing straight out, I moved toward her again. I held my cock in my hand, waving it her, and letting her know what I wanted. I moved towards her, but she tried to get away again, tried to move away from me, but a quick movement and I had her. I grabbed her and quickly, with both hands, pulled her to me, pressing and rubbing my cock against the sweet soft groin of her pussy I through the material of her dress.

She was fighting with me now, clawing at me, but I was able to take care of her. It was easy to overpower her. She wasn't a strong chick and I was a big, strong man.

I reached down and took hold of her dress with one hand, ripping it down the front of her body, jerking and pulling with all my might, until I heard the material rip, and finally ripped down the seams until it was in two pieces. There was no way she could hold it up now.

Violently I grabbed hold of her bra and let go of her. She was trying frantically to pull away, to move away from me now, but she couldn't. I had hold of her by her bra. I pulled her to me and began kissing her, trying to warm her up a little bit. My lips were moist and wet, and I planted soft, pliant kisses down along her neck, down onto her bare skin.

The harder she tried to pull away from me, the tighter I held my grip on her bra, until I turned her lose and she began jerking and pulling.

"Let's see what kind of boobs you have, baby! Let's see what kind of tits you have for me, baby!"

I took a firm hold on her bra and yanked it downward toward the floor, pulling as hard as I could. Her body jerked forward and then back as she tried to break my grip. And then once again I jerked as hard as I could, down toward the floor, and I heard the snaps of her bra give way, and I was holding the material in my hand. Her ripe, voluptuous tits came tumbling free and instinctively she brought her arms up to cover them, to hide them. But then, immediately, she realized my next move is going to be her half-slip.

I took the flimsy material in my fingers and yanked hard until the elastic top snapped and gave way. She tried to struggle with me, tried to hang on to the material, pulling against my own tugging. But it was of no avail. The flimsy undergarment ripped into shreds and lay on the floor, with the rest of her torn clothing.

"That's quite a body you've got there, baby. I'm going to dig fucking it. I'm going to dig sticking this big dick up into that wet, slippery slit of yours!"

"Oh, no, please!" she cried. 'Leave me alone! For gosh's sake, get out of here, just leave me alone!"

"I'll leave you alone, but first I have some heavy action for you. First I want to get this dick in there. First I want to fuck the shit out of you."

She tried to run from me, putting the sofa between herself and me, but I was quick-agile-and was able to outrun her, able to corner her again.

I moved in on her now. She was like a trapped animal in a comer.

Slowly I moved toward her.

"No," she said, huddling in a comer on the floor. "No, no, please don't. Please, I'll do anything. Anything you say. Please, don't!"

"Baby, I want it. And when I want pussy, I get it. You understand?"

"Please!" she begged. "Please, no!" She crouched down in the comer and began to whimper softly, knowing that the end was near.

She sat in the comer now, with her legs crossed, with her palms covering her cunt through the material of her panties.

"Not a bad pair of tits, you got there," I said bending down now.

"I wonder if they taste as good as they look?" I said, moving in past her frightened eyes and beginning to lick at the full, firm nipples.

They began to stiffen. I could tell that even through her fear, she was enjoying it. She dug it, she wanted to be dominated and I, suddenly, wanted to rape her, wanted to make certain that she knew that she was going to give me her pussy, she was going to give me what I wanted, or else I would beat the shit out of her.

I noticed that she couldn't keep her eyes of my cock. My dick was already pre-coming, stiff, solid in readiness for her and she saw it-she loved it. She really couldn't keep her eyes from staring at it. I took hold of it and gave it a few quick jerks for her, pulling the skin back, letting her see the pre-come that was on the head of it.

"This is going to be for you, baby. You know where it's going to go? Right up your wet pussy, that's where!" I went on. "Right up that crack between your legs. It's going to turn your cunt on until you scream. You might as well enjoy it, because I'm telling you baby there's no way out, you're going to get fucked!"

She just sat in the corner, shaking her head now, trying to move away. As she moved, her tits bounced on her chest. They were firm and full and excited me a great deal. In another moment, I moved in on her, forcing her back into the corner. There was no way out this time. Now I had her. I came up and stood directly in front of her, blocking her way. I had my cock only a few inches away from her hot, throbbing cunt, which was covered now by only her panties. I reached up and took hold of the elastic of her panties and began to move them down her legs.

It was just that she had given up. She didn't resist me at all. I nearly gasped as I saw her pink slit coming into view. She had a beautiful body. Her tits were firm and well formed. Her skin was soft and sweet to touch.

This broad was real wonderful stuff.

I felt suddenly powerful. As I moved in on her, I could see her body was different. I could see her shudder with fear and I felt more excited than ever. She was now at my mercy. It was then that, for the first time, that I realized I was about to commit the act of rape.

At first the idea frightened me a little, but then as I thought about it longer it appealed to me more and more. I figured that there was no way out of it. If I was going to go to jail I could do it for what I was doing right now and I figured I might as well get my rocks off.

The word kept going through my head.

Rape-overpowering-this chick making her do what I wanted to, making her submit.

In another moment I had my hands on her shoulders and I was pulling her to me, pulling her body close to my own, rubbing my stiff rigid prick against the slit that moved from the top of her cunt to the bottom.

"Come on, baby, move that snatch!" I ordered. "Move it now. I want it, I want it bad, you understand?"

She tried to speak but could only utter sounds of disbelief, sounds that let me know that she couldn't believe what was happening to her.

"Okay, baby, reach down and spread those cunt lips!" I said, getting to my knees. "Oh no, please!"

"Spread them!" I said, taking hold of her thighs, and digging my fingers in, deeply. "Please!" she begged.

Suddenly, I lost my head and took my hand, swinging it down on her bare ass as hard as I could. "Now!" I said. "Move! Spread those lips, baby, spread those cunt lips, baby!"

Slowly, hesitantly, her fingers moved down toward her crack and, with shaking nervous fingers she opened her pussy to my view, opened them wide, so that I could see the inner lips, so that I could see the hole where my dick was going to go, so that I could see her clitoris, so that she was totally vulnerable-open to me.

"You're going to enjoy this," I said, moving in closer to her. I took my tongue and licked at her clitoris, and then moved up and down her crack, licking at her outer lips, and then taking the meaty part into my mouth and sucking on it.

I felt her lips give way slightly as I licked and sucked her cunt, as I nibbled gently with my' lips on her clit that was beginning to stiffen, was beginning to respond to my cunt cleaning.

Now I moved up on her body, for I knew she was ready for a hard heavy fucking and I was just the lad to give it to her. I paused a moment for effect with my rammer at the gate to her cool gardens and I looked deep into her eyes. She had been excited by the cunt-lapping I had given her, but now a trace of her former fear had crept back into her eyes.

I didn't give a shit, though, I let her have it, full force, up to the hilt! She screamed then, as much in surprise as in pain-even wet, her cunt couldn't take a monster like mine easily. I blasted it back and forth in her steaming hole, not caring if I tore her insides out. There was this tight itch growing in my balls, and I couldn't control myself any longer. I pulled all the way out for a split second, then slammed all the way back in as I felt the come bursting out of my staff into the dark pit of her guts. From somewhere far away I heard her scream as she went into her own come. That's all I remember until I heard the sirens. Some sonuvabitch had heard her noise and called the cops, and before I could get my pants up off the floor two harness bulls were busting in the door.

CONCLUSION

Rick's story is interesting to the professional psychiatrist, for it illustrates the classic mind of the rapist. The reader will recall that at one point in his narrative Rick reports that "The word kept going through my head. Rape-overpowering this chick-making her do what I wanted her to, making her submit!" Far more arousing, to Rick's way of thinking, than the actual physical beauty of his victim, is the fact that she IS a victim, that he has her in his power and that he can demonstrate this power to her and the world by raping her.

Perhaps even more importantly, he can demonstrate this power to himself. For the rapist is, contrary to popular myth, not a super-virile stud whose desires are so strong that they cannot be satisfied in the normal way, but rather he is a man desperately unsure of his own sexuality, who must prove it forcefully, violently, to the outside world, and to himself.

I am slowly bringing Rick to see this, and he is gaining some insight into the hidden motives behind his desire to force women against their will, but it will be some time before he can safely be returned to the world at large. Still, he is making progress. I feel he has much to be thankful for.

CASE NUMBER TWO

Jack K. Age: 31

During the course of my studies which, of course, delved into a great deal of human sexual behavior, I had met many prostitutes and some of the pimps they worked for. But in all of my experience, I had never run across a man like Jack.

Jack was slick, suave and very smooth. He was a pimp with a large stable of girls who worked for him. The main difference, however, between Jack and the other procurors I had interviewed, was that Jack never hired any professional prostitutes.

He recruited them all, personally. And his method of breaking a girl into "the life" was by raping her.

Jack told me, during the course of his interviews, that he had never hired a girl who had been on the street before. He raped every single one of them, initiated them to unorthodox forms of sexual enjoyment, and then taught them the business of hustling.

Jack was in jail after having been convicted of a rape charge. However, unlike the others who were incarcerated for the same offense, Jack was not preoccupied with sexual matters in a personal way. It was only by chance that I got him to recount some of the experiences that follow here.

Once I wasn't in any real hurry, coming from Rockland to New York, so I decided to travel in a relaxed atmosphere.

I wanted peace and quiet so I got a room for myself.

The moment the train left the station, I went to the bar car. I had already had dinner, so I wasn't hungry. There were only four or five people in the bar, but one of them was a sharp looking broad. It wasn't hard to strike up a conversation with her, since she was alone and we were both drinking rye and ginger ale.

She turned out to be a model for some magazine chain, although I couldn't remember ever seeing her picture. But then, I didn't pay too much attention to magazine photos.

I spoke to her for quite a while. Her name was Lorraine.

A few things were said, back and forth, all of which had to do with sex in an indirect way. She didn't put out; she was happily married and things like that.

Conning her into thinking that I was married and a family man, myself, I invited her back to my room for a nightcap-the bar had closed and our glasses were long since emptied.

She thanked me and said okay.

"Just get yourself comfortable," I said, when we got back to my room. I kicked off my own shoes, took off my jacket and loosened my collar.

"Are you from Rockland or New York?" she wanted to know.

"Well-" I hesitated. I didn't recall whether she said she worked out of Rockland or not. "Rockland," I finally said, hoping that I had guessed right. I did.

"Too bad," she said, "that's a shame. I thought that if you lived in New York, we might-our families, that is-get together some time."

"Sure," I liked, "but my wife rarely travels with me. She hates to leave the house. She's a real domestic type."

I wasn't exactly sure just how to start with this broad. I pulled out the bottle and poured us a couple of stiff ones, hoping that would do something for her. She had been drinking with tall glasses of soda, and I thought that by not diluting it, it would hit her sooner.

Apparently, it worked, for after a while, she began to relax and be more casual. Much of the "career woman" aura that she had began to fade and she became just another dame.

"How does your husband feel about your traveling?" I asked, not knowing what else to say to her.

"He doesn't seem to mind too much, so long as my trips aren't too long," she answered. "He can't go very long without me, he says."

"Interesting," I said, puzzled. "How come?" Lorraine flushed.

"Actually," she finally said, "He's quite a sexy man and he needs his satisfaction. And he says I'm the only one that turns him on all the way."

"You don't say," I continued eagerly. "What is there about you that can be so satisfying-I mean, that your husband can't find with another woman?"

"I don't really know," she answered. "That's just the way he says it is."

"I sure would like to be in his shoes," I said, winking.

Lorraine remained silent as if she hadn't heard what I said.

"Still," I continued, "how does one find out just what that certain quality is?"

Still she was quiet, sipping her drink as though she heard nothing.

Close to her as I was, I leaned over and planted a quick kiss on her mouth.

She quickly came to life. As fast as a bolt, she hauled off and whacked me across the face.

Just as quickly I grabbed her arm and twisted. She let out a little squeal and struggled to get loose.

Immediately, I found myself possessed. I don't know what came over me. I was pressing her back onto the settee, myself on top of her, my mouth smothering her trembling lips.

She continued to struggle under me, but it was useless.

My hands insisted on having their liberty, and I found them on her tits, which felt firm, although encased in a rather large brassiere.

As I raised myself off her, she didn't say a word. She stared daggers at me.

"No sense being mad at me," I said defensively. "You shouldn't be so damned sexy."

I could have sworn I saw the traces of a smile play at her lips, but it did not turn into a grin.

"Like I said," she began, her voice quite level, "back in the club car-I don't put out. I'm quite happily married. My husband is capable of satisfying my every sexual need. I don't need to rely upon the ability of strangers to attempt it." The sound of her voice was distant, remote, cold.

"Just hold on a minute," I said, "you didn't seem to mind that kiss, and I've got more to offer, you can be sure."

"I'm not going to find out," she said, flatly. "You invited me here for a drink or two and I accepted. I took you at your word. The least you can do is to be decent and not give me a hard time."

"Sweetheart," I said, "I'm not giving you a hard time. I'm getting horny. You're too much for one man to have-you should be shared-with this," I finished, squeezing my cock.

Her gaze moved to my hand over my groin, and then back to my eyes. "Not interested," she said, "keep it."

"How can you be so sure? You haven't seen or felt it. How do you know you wouldn't be pleased, or at the very least turned on?"

"Like I said, Jack, I'm not interested. I have a husband who can more than satisfy me-the way I like to be satisfied. I don't know why you think I should need anyone else."

"Wait a minute sweetheart," I said, "no broad just comes back to a man's private sleeping room on a train for a simple drink. There's something else on her mind." I paused.

"I thought that it would be nice to be courted. You see, at home I'm never courted. My husband is there and he is at my beck and call whenever I want him and for whatever I want him. I just wanted to feel the adventure of being with a stranger."

The career woman had returned. I could tell by her voice, everything about her now told me that.

"Have you found out?"

"Not exactly-yet," she answered.

"What more does it take?" I quizzed.

"I'm not quite sure," she answered. "An experience is fun, and unless it is, there is nothing to anticipate."

"Would you like me to kiss you again?" I asked.

"I really wouldn't mind," she answered, flatly.

Without thinking I did. Only this time I wasn't as forceful or as rough. And neither was she so brittle. I could feel her body relax, rubbing against mine.

"I'd like something from you."

"What is that?" she asked, carefully.

"I'd like to see you strip for me," I said quickly.

"Strip?"

"Strip."

Without another word, she stood and began to slip off her suit jacket. She did it in such a way that, although she still had everything else on, it was sexy; like a real stripper.

Then she pulled her blouse from her skirt and slowly, teasingly, undid each button, beginning at the top.

As she did so, the material was pulled apart by her pressing busts. I could see the delicate line of her breasts, the soft glow of her almost white complexion.

I found myself becoming aroused. The blouse had been slipped off and lay in a heap next to her jacket.

"Enough?" she asked.

"Strip." I said, trying to keep the excitement from sounding in my voice.

She opened her skirt and let it slip down over her broad hips, toward the floor. Gracefully, she bent and picked it up and folded it neatly.

She removed the rest of her clothes leaving her only in her panties and bra. Both were of a pink material. The bra, however, was of a heavier texture and his her breasts.

Her pink panties turned me on. They were very sheer, and I could make out the dark patch of her pubic hair beneath the material.

I couldn't contain my excitement. My cock was coming to full attention, confined, as it was, in my tight shorts. It pressed madly against the material.

"Enough?" she repeated.

"Strip." I demanded.

I stood and began removing my clothes. To my surprise, she didn't bat an eye. I had expected her to stop me, but she did not. She seemed to be pleased by what I was doing.

Brazenly she reached up and unclasped her bra and removed it. Her huge breasts came into full view; full, firm, pink. The dark brown disks signified her nipples, which, at this point, were beautiful tips in the center of her breasts.

"Enough?" she asked once again.

"Strip, baby, strip! I want all of you naked, not just part of you." I answered.

She slipped her thumbs into the elastic at her waist and pushed her panties down. She did this slowly, as though she were waiting for me to explode, or give some sign. I didn't know what she was really expecting, but I was enthralled by what she was doing.

Meantime, I had managed to strip to my shorts, which did little to conceal my stiff cock.

She stepped out of her panties and flipped them onto the floor next to her clothing, her eyes met mine.

"Now, are you satisfied?" she asked, impersonally.

"You have some body," I answered. "Here, you don't even know me; know nothing about me, and yet you stand in front of me and calmly strip, almost like you were sitting at the table eating a bowl of corn flakes. What's with you, anyway?"

"Isn't that what you wanted?" she asked.

"Yes, but-" I was stuck for words.

"Well, now you have it. You have me in the nude, just as you wanted. Now-will you do something for me?" she finished.

I noticed a gleam in her eye.

I'd seen that look before.

I returned her stare.

"What's that," I looked at her cautiously as I asked, bracing myself for the worst. "Eat me!" she said. "Eat you?"

"Eat me. You wondered what my husband saw in me that he found so good-now find out for yourself."

"Sorry, baby," I said, "I don't go that route. I can't get past the smell-"

"What smell?" she cut in.

"Pussy, baby-it has an odor that while it isn't unpleasant, isn't exactly what I would call appetizing."

"Then," she started, "I guess you'll never know what my husband finds so intriguing about me."

"Have you ever sucked his cock?" I countered.

"Often." was her reply. "Then suck mine."

For a moment, she was taken aback. I don't believe she was ready for that.

"Why should I?" she asked.

"Just because I asked you to," I answered.

"Hardly a sufficient reason," she said.

"What more reason do you need? The right time of day, the right surroundings? What?"

She was silent.

"I've got an idea," I suggested. "If you'll suck my cock, I'll try your cunt. How about it?"

She stood still for a few moments, then approached me, falling to her knees and pulling my shorts down. My cock popped free and danced in front of her mouth. She was at the proper height. She only had to lean forward and open her mouth.

Christ! What a mouth! She went all the way down on me in one swift motion. I could feel the heat of her throat as she sunk all eight inches into her face.

She was some pro, and it was easy to understand how she could satisfy her man.

After a little of this, she abruptly stood up-just as I was really getting with it.

"Aw, don't stop," I moaned, almost panting from the excitement of it.

"Your turn," she announced.

She was standing with her feet apart, her hands on her hips, her pelvis thrown forward, waiting for my mouth.

Instead, I approached her and covered her lips with mine. At the same time, I placed a hand on her snatch and began to rub it, teasingly, coaxingly, pressing inward as I did so.

She was a cold woman, but she was responding and I could feel her hips twitch, and although she was trying to fight the feeling, she was losing ground.

I persisted. I pressed deeper into her.

"Don't do that," she whispered.

"Why?" I asked, "don't you like it?"

"Please-don't-" she moaned, her excitement sounding heavily in her voice.

"But you like it, don't you-don't you?"

"Yes-but-but I shouldn't-" she begged.

"That's what that cunt's for," I pressed, "that is exactly what it's for-it isn't to eat, baby-it's to be fucked-with cock-stiff cock-"

"No-no-no-" she whimpered. I looked into her eyes. They were half closed, distant. I knew I had gotten to her.

"Tell me," I whispered into her ear, "doesn't that feel good."

"Yes-but-"

"Then that's all that matters," I insisted. "That's the way it should be-and it would feel even better if you had something big and hard in there-like my cock-instead of my fingers-how about it?"

"No-no-"

"Yes--. . .

"No-please-"

"Yes, baby-you want it, admit it-say you want it-say it."

"But, I-I-"

"You, what?" I pressed on. "I-I know it's wrong."

"Wrong? How can anything that good be bad?"

"I shouldn't-"

"But you want it-don't you?"

"Yes-yes-" Her voice was so soft, I could hardly hear it.

I shifted my position so that I was square in front of her, my cock pressing between her legs-

"Baby," I said, "It's there-all you have to do is take it-go on, take it-"

As I said this, I could feel her shifting her weight-aligning herself before me-getting ready to impale herself.

"Go on, baby," I coaxed, "Take it-take it like you want it-"

I felt her press, tentatively, against the head of my throbbing cock. I felt her bear down on it; felt it nudge its way inside her warm crack, felt it slip into the moist inner cavity. She whimpered. "It hurts-I can't-" Without moving the rest of my body, I reached behind her with one hand and gave her a sound slap on the cheek of her ass.

The shock of the contact caused her to lunge forward, onto my cock, driving it into her.

Her scream was muffled by the whistle of the train.

Once in, I pressed her back onto the bed and rode her, slipping my cock in and out of her, feeling the flesh of her inner cunt cling to the skin of my cock, as though fearful of losing it.

All the while I was pounding into her, she was moaning-

' 'Oh-oh-don 't-don't-"

"Don't what, baby?" I panted. "Don'tstop? Huh? Is that what you want to say? Don't stop?"

"Don't-please don't-" she repeated. But even as she said this, her hips took up a matching rhythm to mine. Her cunt came up to meet my every lunge, pressing itself onto me with a nagging vengeance.

I couldn't keep the pace. My hips were cramping. My cock was wending its way so deep into her it felt ready to fall off. My load was building in my nuts.

"Want it, baby?" I inquired, "Want that hot load? Want it up there-deep up there-up that pussy-right? You won't stop me now, will you? You wouldn't, would you? You can't, can you? Can you?"

"Don't-no-" was all she could mumble. She was caught up in the current of ecstasy; she was beside herself. She couldn't have stopped is she had to.

And I continued to thrash into her, knowing with each plunge that it might be my last.

And finally, that last plunge was upon me. As I hit bottom, I felt the head of my cock swell, felt the shaft of my cock go more rigid, as though in a spasm. And then I felt the warmth of my own load filling her cunt; felt it being churned by my own throbbing, twitching cock.

The feeling was too much for her, for as I came, so did she. Her nails were clawing my back; her legs were wrapped around me, clamping me to her, and she was emptying herself onto my cock, forcing her own juices to mix with mine, forcing them to fill her channel and be pulled out by my lunging cock.

The slushing sound continued so long as I continued to work my hips. It grew louder and louder as I pulled more of the thick fluid from her.

Her own hips were working spasmadocally, grinding and twitching, jerking and heaving. Her cunt was taking an erratic ride along the length of my meat, and she was out of her mind for it.

Even after she had finished her orgasm, and I had started to go soft, her hips continued to thrash up against me, continued to milk my wild, wilting cock of every last drop, continued to suck it from me like a powerful vacuum. Her muscles worked the whole length of my shaft, milking it, pulling it, squeezing it.

But finally, I could take it no more. I tried to pull free of her. She would have none of it. She insisted we lay locked that way.

And that was the way we fell asleep-

And woke up as we heard the porter announcing our arrival in New York the following morning.

CONCLUSION, Jack's case is atypical in that the affair he tells of here was more of a mutual seduction than a rape. However, there was a certain amount of unwillingness on the part of the woman, Lorraine, and he overcame it by resorting to his professional techniques of force.

Jack is unlike the other rapists interviewed in this study in that he used rape to recruit his stable of girls. However, the role of pimp can only be played successfully by the type of man who has difficulty forming a close personal relationship with women, who has difficulty in perceiving women as persons rather than objects. Thus he is able to manipulate them casually and unfeelingly, for to him they are little more than merchandise to be sold.

From this attitude to the extreme alienation from women of the rapist is but a short step. I was able to convince Jack that he was heading for trouble of a personal nature if he persisted in his "career" of pimping. Though he still has a long way to go, I am convinced that he is on the road to recovery, and a more useful place in society.

CASE HISTORY THREE

George was considered a model prisoner who unlike most of the other people I saw in my study was sent to me not only to further my study on sex offenders, but also for my recommendation as to whether or not I felt that he was ready to be released back into society.

George seemed like a warm, quiet kind of man. Although he was a large, muscular man he didn't seem like the kind of person who would commit the act of rape.

But I was yet to learn about why this man had in fact raped a woman.

Gee, I don't know exactly what to say about it all. I mean I don't know where to begin. I never left the little town that I was born in. I went all through school just hanging on by sheer luck. After school I just did any kind of work that I could get my hands on and went on. At least that's the way it was until-well you know. Until that little incident with the law. I mean-I never wanted to rape anyone. After all, I loved the girl, she was the only one who ever showed me any kindness. Most of the girls in town avoided me. I wasn't a dancer or anything, and I wasn't very good on a date, or at parties.

Carol used to date me and even put up with me at dances, although we did spend most of our time sipping sodas and stuff. Most of the time, we went to the movies in the next town, and things like that. We used to neck in the balcony, but we never really got serious with anything.

I was between jobs and drinking, and I had forgotten that we had a date that night. Somehow, I was home when she came by. I was flabbergasted that she came by, until I realized that I was supposed to take her to the movies.

I gave her a soda and dashed upstairs and cleaned myself. In a short while, I was ready and we left.

We went to the movies, and as usual, we necked. I even played with her tits a little and she didn't seem to mind. At least, I don't remember that she ever stopped me.

After the movie, we stopped for a sundae, and then headed home. But on the way, I took a detour. I took the long way home, really, taking country roads that were pretty desolate.

I decided to park and pulled over to the side of the road. Carol looked at me kinda surprised.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"Nothing," I answered.

"Well, why have we stopped?"

" 'Cause I want to be alone with you for awhile," I stammered. She was getting me all mixed up with her questions.

"George, please. I have to be up early in the morning. Will you please take me home?"

"But Carol," I protested, "can't we just stay a little while?"

"Well-"

I took that as consent and slipped out from behind the wheel toward her. I put my arm over her shoulder, and like always, she didn't stop me.

"You know," I began, "You and I have known each other for a long time. We've never really thought of much except social outings and all."

"What do you mean?" she inquired.

"Well-" I stammered, "-when a fella and a girl go sorta steady for better than a year, there otta be more than a weekly movie, or dance-or some thin'. There should be some sort of bond between them-something that they can call their own."

"George," she said, "You're not making any sense. Will you please come to the point?"

"Well-" Again, I was stuck for words. "Well, the only thing we've done is kiss, like a couple of chickens or something. We ain't done nothing more. Don't you think its about time we did?"

"George," she said, somewhat frustrated, "A girl doesn't have sex with her brother, if that's what you mean."

"Brother?" I asked. "I'm not talking about your brother. I didn't know you even had a brother."

"Oh, silly," she giggled. "I don't. But I think of you as my brother, honestly. Sometimes you make me laugh."

"What do you mean you think of me as your brother?" I said. I was puzzled.

"Well, even though I go steady with Bill, I also go out with you now and then. Bill knows all about it, and he understands. He thinks of you as my brother, too. That's why he isn't jealous."

"You mean-I" I said-"you mean you aren't my girl, you're my sister?" I was more puzzled than ever, now.

"Certainly, you silly," she giggled. "None of the other girls have anything to do with you and I felt sorry for you. Bill and I discussed it and he agreed that I could go out with you now and then."

I didn't say anything. I was seeing red. So many things had suddenly fallen into place. What I thought was affection was sympathy. What I thought was a girl friend, was a social worker. I was fuming.

I sat there moping, lighting back my anger.

"George-" Carol was uncertain of my reaction. "George-you aren't angry with me, are you? I like you and all that, but I couldn't ever go steady with you or anything like that."

That did it! I couldn't hold myself back.

Before I realized what I had done, I had hit her across the cheek with the back of my hand.

"George!" she screamed, shocked.

"Shut up!" I spat at her. "You think I'm some kinda dummy or something?" You think I ain't got no sense or no feelings? You think I ain't got no cock?"

I was busy fumbling with my pants.

"Well, look at this and tell me if it ain't a cock!"

I pulled my limp cock into view, clearly visible to her.

"You should be ashamed! Before you get into trouble, you'd better put that away!" Her voice was tense and excited, worried.

"I'm gonna put it away, alright. I'm gonna put it right up your cunt, that's where I'm gonna put it! Nobody's comin' up this road at this time of night and I'm gonna up and fuck you right here! What do you say to that?"

She opened the door and got out of the car, slamming the door behind her.

"You're sick! You're out of your mind. You know better than to do that-to me, especially. After I've been so good to you, that's no way to be."

"After you've been so sympathetic and taken care of me like a sick horse, you mean," I shouted. "Well, that's over. You can go back to your goddamn Bill. After I've fucked you! After I've showed you what a man can be!"

I got out of my side of the car and headed around the hood, after her. She started walking quickly down the road, back to the main highway.

"George," she shouted over her shoulder, "If you so much as touch me, I'll scream! I'll call the police!"

"Go ahead," I said, "Scream. Call the cops. Whose gonna hear ya way out here." I was right. There wasn't a soul within ten miles. I don't even, think there was a horse or a cow for five miles.

"Now George, please," she coaxed. "Be a good boy and take me back to town. Let's act like adults, not like a couple of foolish children."

"You're right, doll, let's act like a couple of adults; let's fuck. Kids don't fuck. They only play around."

I caught up with her and spun her around to face me by grabbing her shoulder. I glared at her; I was still seeing red.

And I could see from the expression on her face that she was just a little more than alarmed.

"You take me for a dumb kid who ain't got no sense, huh?" I asked. "Well, doll, I got cock, and it don't take no sense to use that. All it takes is cunt-and you got that-so let's get together, shall we? "Now George-"

"Now George, nothing," I shouted. "Get those clothes off before I rip 'em off!"

She was frozen to the spot.

"I said get your clothes off!" I repeated. "I ain't gonna tell you no more!"

In the meantime, I was pulling my shirt over my head, not even bothering to unbutton it. I had already kicked off my shoes. Now I was busy with my levis. I wasn't wearing any underwear, so I was nearly stripped.

Carol hadn't moved. She stood there, staring at me.

"I told you twice, and I ain't tellin' you no more!" I said, glaring at her. Still, she didn't move.

I reached forward and caught the sleeve of her dress and yanked. I heard the material give. I saw that I had only pulled the sleeve off her summer dress. But she got my point.

She took a couple of steps backward and braced herself against a tree.

"George," she said, her voice shaky, "Please don't do this. You'll only get into trouble-I'm warning you-please, don't."

I didn't answer her. I only glared and moved in closer. Again I reached out and grabbed the material of her dress. This time it wasn't the sleeve that gave. This time it was the dress itself. I heard the material rip in protest to the strain. The whole front of it ripped away from her.

She screamed.

That's what I wanted to hear. I felt it vibrate in my hardening cock; felt it stimulate it. felt it cause and extra throb to shake it.

"Please!" she wailed. "Look what you've done!"

"That ain't half of it," I sneered, both anger and excitement driving me on.

One step brought me next to her. Roughly I pulled her lips to mine. And as roughly, I kissed her, shoving my tongue into her mouth.

When I turned her loose, she gasped for breath. I think she was dumbfounded. "Like that?" I asked, and without waiting for an answer, I continued, "well, that's just the beginning."

I grabbed her again and pulled her body to mind. At the same time, I reached under her dress and found her underpants. Roughly I pulled and tugged on them until they tore into shreds. All the while she was struggling to be free, pounding my back and my chest, trying to shove me away from her.

"Baby," I said, "You and me's gonna prove what a man I am. I'm gonna ram this cock into that cunt of yours whether you let me or not. So you better make up your mind it's gonna happen."

"George!"

"Don't George me-just make up your mind whether you're gonna give it to me or I'm gonna take from you-"

"Please be nice."

"Oh, it'll be nice. You'll see. When this big cock of mine gets way up that twat of yours, you'll think it's nice-real nice.

I hoisted her dress again and felt around for her cunt. I found it, bared. The hair wasn't as thick as it would be one day, but it was a woman's twat. I knew, because I had had a lot of them Some of them liked what I had; some of them hated it because it was too big. But I never found one who complained because it was too small.

I wondered what Carol would think. Whether it was too small, too large, or what.

My fingers probed roughly into her crotch, finding the crack and forcing their way between the outer lips.

"Oh-George-what are you doing to me-please George-Please don't"

"Please shut up," I sneered. "You've taken me for a dumb kid. Now let's see who's got the upper hand. Only this time, we ain't playin'. I'm not the dumb kind you took me for. Feel!"

I took her hand and shoved it to my cock. Reluctantly her fingers were forced around it. The touch of her soft, warm hand caused a shiver to go through me and I could feel it make its way through the length of my cock, which was bone hard now.

I was playing in her slit, and it was dry. Quickly I spit into my fingers and smeared it all over her lips, wetting her hairs and shoving some of it between the puffy lips. Then I spit in my palm and smeared it over the head of my dong.

After I had gotten it good and wet, I pressed myself up against her, pushing her back against the tree. There was no escape for her. She was gonna get it good.

"Ready?" I asked. "Last chance to relax," I cautioned.

"George, you don't know what you're doing. You don't know-"

"Oh yes I do, doll. I know very well what I'm doing. I know that I'm very soon gonna shove my cock into your cunt. That's all I need to know-and that's all you need to know, too."

Saying this, I bore down on her. I felt the resistance of her tight crack as my head pressed against it. But I was determined. I continued poking and jabbing at her crotch until I could feel my own slick juice beginning to ooze from the slit in the head of my cock. That made things a whole lot easier. My cock was beginning to ride into her now.

The head wasn't in yet, but I could feel the softness and heat of her slit. I could only imagine what the rest would be like.

"Please!" Carol screamed, finally, "You can't do this! I'm a virgin! I haven't been broken! You'll kill me with that thing, honestly, George. Please don't I promise not to say anything if you stop now-I promise."

My lunge cut her short. Her words turned to a blood curdling scream. And I had only shoved in a couple of inches, including the head. But I realized in that instant that she was telling me the truth. She was a virgin.

I felt the sudden warmness of her maiden blood running down my crotch, down the length of my cock onto my balls. I felt the sudden coolness and the stickiness of it as it began to dry almost immediately.

The feeling was a good one and it drove me on. I shoved again.

Again Carol screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Scream, doll!" I shouted just as loud. "Scream all you want-you're gonna take it all before I let you go-hear me? All of it!"

And again I shoved, which was welcomed by sounds that seemed to come from another world another scream which made my ears ring.

Most of my cock was in her now, and I let it rest there for a moment. Then I eased up on the pressure and eased up on my hold of Carol. She began to slid down the tree trunk, but I held her up. She had fainted, but she wasn't going to get off that easily. I was going to finish this job.

Again I bore down on her, and although there was some resistance, Carol didn't make a sound. Each lunge sent more of my thick long cock into her, until I could feel the lips of her ripped pussy pressing against my pubic hairs. I struck bottom.

I let it soak there for a couple of minutes, reveling in the feeling of her warm blood oozing from her torn hole.

Then I began stroking into her, sending my cock sliding the length of her channel, each time the head of my staff pulling another flush of blood from her.

The feeling was one of warm honey. I felt like my cock was soaking in warm honey; it felt good; it felt delicious. I wanted more.

I pumped back and forth, holding her body erect, taking my pleasure as I chose.

Finally, she regained consciousness. "George," she whimpered. "You've ruined me! You've turned me into a tramp! I'll never be good for another man! You've ruined my life! You've torn me apart!"

The sound of her voice was exciting and I began to slam my hips into her full stroke, now, sending the full length of my hard muscle into her guts where I could feel it jabbing the base of her spine, or something.

She kept up her monotone wailing and it only excited me. I could feel my nuts getting ready to blow up. Two more strokes.

One more stroke.

This was it! Fire came from every part of my being and flushed down the length of my cock. It felt like a hot poker had been shoved up my cock. It felt both good and bad. It ached and it tickled. It hurt and I liked it.

I let out some sort of animal roar as I dumped myself into her, filling her hole with my love, with my animal desire, with my thick, hot, come.

Then, even before I pulled out, my cock began to go soft. I let it soak there for a minute or two, and then I slowly began to withdraw it. As I did so, I also eased my hold on Carol and found that she was able to stand by herself.

When I was free, I got some rags from the car, and went for some water from a nearby brook. I cleaned myself off and then offered Carol the dripping cloths. She stood there, numbly. I didn't know what else to do, so I cleaned her off. Her dress was a mess. I couldn't clean that.

I wiped her legs and her crotch of the blood and then tossed the rags into a nearby bush. I led her back to the car.

The ride back to town was in silence except for an occasional mumbling out of Carol. She was like in a daze. Her words didn't make any sense.

I let her out in front of her place and then went home. The rest of the story you know. The cops came and there was a big trial and the whole works, and here I am.

Gee, doc, I never meant to rape her. I just thought she was my girl.

CONCLUSION

George is hardly the typical rapist. That is, he is not the type of man driven to rape when there are suitable alternatives. He is, in fact, a rather gentle soul, as I pointed out in my opening comments. He is, however, not too bright. This, and the narrow and rather backward morality of rural America, is what brought him, and his victim, to grief.

He was attempting in his own rather clumsy way to carry on a normal courtship in an environment where the choice of acceptable partners was limited by the small population of a country town. Because his mental powers are not of the greatest, he mistook another's misguided efforts to console him in his loneliness as encouragements to proceed to the natural conclusion of a courtship.

His dismay at finding that he had, indeed, entirely misinterpreted the situation, and the accumulated rage and frustration of always being the outsider, precipitated him over the brink, and this normally gentle soul reacted violently.

There is every hope that he will soon be free to pick up his life again, for there is nothing substantially wrong with him. I have advised him, however, to begin life anew in the city, where attitudes are more tolerant and where, hopefully, he may find a suitable partner.

CASE HISTORY FOUR

Peter J. Age 29

Peter was someone who throughout his lifetime, even as a child, needed help with his sexual problems. Of course, like so many other people this help was not available to him and so he was left to deal with his problems in the best way that he could. As a child and as an adult, Peter had a problem about being very short and having his penis grow to full size. As a young man, the girls thought of him as a freak due to his size and the size of his penis in relationship to his body. Peter spent a greatly confused childhood trying to sort out what was real and what wasn't. In his search for understanding he found himself not getting what he needed and so his sexual feelings turned to hostility. He wanted to take the women he wanted to that they couldn't reject him. He was a small man but he was easily able to overpower women because of his strength. Peter was always secretive about his sex drives, never allowing anyone to know what his real feelings were. He just let them seethe inside of him until they came out with a fury, when he raped women.

INTERVIEW NUMBER ONE

I never felt very secure about myself as a kid. But man, did I ever have a sex drive. I didn't know what to do with it. I always wanted to get laid, but I was afraid that all the chicks would laugh at me. I used to get these roaring hard-ons and the only thing I could do was use my hand.

I used to beat off now and then. But, minutes after I did, I was raring to go again. I couldn't control myself. I started beating off every chance I got. But nothing helped. My cock was hard all the time and hot to shoot. At the slightest erotic thought. Funny, almost ironic-I always had to steer clear of chicks, even though my dick was rock hard and ready to go. Strangely enough, despite my smallness, they were attracted to me.

I don't know what it is about my personality that made me so desirable. I'm just an ordinary kind of guy. Kinda shy, introverted like, probably because of my size. Still, they were hot for me. Wherever I was, at school or some other social gathering, girls would come chasing after me for dances, pressing themselves against me whenever they got the chance. I finally got the message. It occurred to me after various dates, going to the movies, and stuff like that, that they were always eyeing my crotch. So I decided to do something about it and started dicking these chicks.

I never realized how important a cock was, and a big one at that. The girls dug a big cock and I had one. I learned what it was for, and after that I used to get more than my share of cunt.

School was a breeze then. I was a stud in demand. The girls would flock after me, and I always knew where my next piece of ass was coming from.

I never had any problem finding pussy. It came to me. The pussy would just come to me for fucking.

My dick was always ready and willing to take care of that hot pussy. I completed my education and because of my novel size was much in demand to the underworld. I could slip into places that an ordinary guy couldn't go; down air shafts, onto building ledges, opened windows, and all, and I would offer my door-opening expertise and leave the rest to them.

I wasn't in want or need of sex, it was readily available. There were no financial problems-there was plenty of cash. But, let's face it, nobody wanted to associate with me on account of my size, with the exception of my business transactions. My sex life of course, was great. I could have a cunt anytime I wanted. My life was relatively unchanged for 3 or 4 years, lots of cunt, but very few personal friends or much of a social life. My cock, not me, was everyone's sole interest.

But then the craziest thing happened. I was walking alone through a wooded area just outside of town and this little girl came running up to me and tugged at my sleeve. "Hey, little boy," she said, "my name's Lulu. You wanna play with me?"

At first I wanted to laugh and chase her away, but then I realized that she thought I really was a little boy and only wanted to play.

"I'm new in the neighborhood," Lulu went on, "and my brother and I were exploring the woods and looking for someone to play with."

I looked at her for a good while. She was about my size, and kinda cute for a little kid. She had pigtails and all. She was just entering her young womanhood and her breasts were little mounds that would someday be big fat boobs.

She was a pretty little girl. She was all of twelve or so.

"Well, Lulu asked impatiently, "do you want to play with us or not?"

"Sure," I answered, "I'll play with you, but where's your brother?"

"Danny's at home," she explained, "He was a bad boy today and I told him he couldn't come exploring. You see, we're playing house. We found a shack in the woods, back there, and he's my baby boy. I'm the mommie, and I'm out shopping. If you want, you can be the daddy, since Danny can't play. I thought for a while and consented. Why shouldn't I go along with the gag-I didn't have anything better to do.

Lulu lead me back to the shack where Danny was waiting.

She announced to Danny that I was his new daddy. "And you've got to do all he says, just like you do for our big daddy."

"Okay," Danny answered. "What's his name, anyway?"

"Bill," I injected, looking at my surroundings. We were obviously in a lumber shed that hadn't been used for many years.

There was a rickety work bench in one corner and rusty tools and nails all over the place. Across the room in a dank corner, there was a rusty old bed with a damp straw mattress on it.

I guess we played for a few hours and then the kids had to go home. I told Lulu that we should play again tomorrow, but to leave Danny at home.

As you can imagine, I had a plan in mind. She agreed to my invitation, and we planned to meet the following day-without her brother around.

I arrived at the shed at the appointed time, and waited almost an hour for her. I had just about given up and was beginning to feel a little bit ridiculous about the whole thing when all of a sudden she appeared in the clearing of the shed. Her face was beaming. We walked into the shed and I told her we were going to play house like grown-ups; that it was night and we were very sleepy and were going to bed.

"But we haven't any pj's," she protested. "Can't go to sleep without pj's."

"Yes, you can," I insisted. "Grown ups don't always sleep with pj's. Some sleep naked."

"Oh," she answered curiously.

Before she could think, I quickly asked her a question.

"Haven't you ever seen your parents go to bed? They don't wear pj's, do they?"

"No, they don't," she said, with a curious look on her face. "What do they wear?"

"Well, what do your parents wear?" I asked.

"I don't really know-'cause mother always has a nightgown on. And the only time I ever saw daddy get out of bed, all he had one was his underpants-I think."

I knew she was trying to remember, but was puzzled by my inquiry.

"Well," I said, "My parents often go to bed without anything. Sometimes," I went on quickly, "they go to bed with underwear, but not often.

I didn't want her to think too much about what I had said. She got that distant look on her face, so I quickly began again.

"Let me help, baby," I said, pulling her to me. "Do it the way grownup people do. Take everything off but your underclothes first."

To give her the idea and put her at ease, I began unbuttoning and removing my own shirt, so she felt more comfortable. She was uncertain of course, when we began, but soon responded as she removed her little shirt and her jeans, her shoes and socks, revealing her scarlet panties and undershirt.

I chuckled to myself thinking about all the older girls and women in their bras I had been with. I had forgotten that little girls still have undershirts. I responded to her invitation to play by removing my clothes and stripping to my jockey shorts. I was standing there with nothing but my jockey shorts. My arousal was concealed, my cock was securely tucked between my legs, so it wasn't terribly obvious.

I had considered this carefully because I didn't want to scare her off too soon

I readied the cot quickly with some navy blankets I had brought with me. One on the cot, to cover it for us, and one to cover us with, hoping that I could quickly move under it so as not to alarm her with the size of my cock.

"Come on," I encouraged, "as soon as you get your undershirt off, jump onto the cot."

In a flurry, I threw the second cover over her and quickly crawled in after her.

"Now what do we do?" she asked, looking puzzled.

"Well, we have to tuck each other in," I said to her. "And then, we kiss each other goodnight"

"How can we tuck each other in when we're already in bed?" she asked.

"I'll show you," I volunteered. "Just do everything I do to you for me. Okay?"

"Okay," her muffled voice answered.

With that, I reached out and pulled her close to me. She was a little hesitant, but she put her own arms around me,-likewise.

I knew that if I kept her distracted enough chances of getting away with it were that much better.

"Now let's kiss each other good night," I said. "All grownups kiss each other before they go to sleep," I went on.

I put my lips over hers. She gave me a hesitant kiss on the lips and pulled back.

"Not that way," I encouraged. "Like this-"

I covered her small mouth with mine and let my tongue gently caress her lips. Her body was tense, but she didn't fight I had to make her understand.

"That's the way grownups do it," I said, after I moved off of her.

"Oh," she said, distantly again. She was trying to make sense of it all, I saw the wheels working.

I put my hand gently on her ass and tenderly pulled her close to me-bringing her warm mound against my groin.

I was really horny. My jockey-bound cock was hard and throbbing in anticipation. It's uncomfortable position was causing it to ache, but I knew that I could soon release it from its restricting binds.

"You know," I said to her "we would do this the way grown-ups do it, with nothing on at all."

Suddenly, she pulled back from me. She was afraid.

"I don't think I want to play this game any more," she announced. "It's no fun and besides, we're not doing anything-anyway, I'm not sleepy."

"Oh?" I asked, innocently.

"And besides," she went on, "Mommie told me I should never take my panties off in front of boys, and I don't think its right."

"Aw, come on," I said. "You're a big girl now. Let's play games like big people do."

"Naw-I don't wanna play this game. I think we've played enough," she said, starting to crawl out from under the covers.

I reached out reassuringly and pulled her body back against me. "No you don't," I said, excitedly. I was beginning to lose my composure at this point. "Not so fast. We're gonna play this game-all the way-just the way I want to."

I was too hot to quit at this point. I knew in the back of my mind that I would get into this little cunt. I wasn't about to give up now.

"Let me go!" she wailed in my arms. "I told you. I don't wanna play this game. I wanna go home to mommie," she cried.

I grabbed her hands and held them behind her back, kicking the covers off with my legs at the same time.

We were still facing each other, and she was starting to kick me in her efforts to free herself.

My sure hand reached down and grabbed her panties, just above her ass. The material gave way like it was made of tissue paper. I pulled them free of her body and after smelling them, threw them across the room.

"You're hurting my hands!" she screamed, And why did you take my panties off? Mommie will be angry if I come home without them. I'm not going to play with you anymore. I want to go home."

As I held her, I looked down between her legs, and saw that there was no hair at all; just a faint trace of a bush beginning to show. Her little love slit looked beautiful to me; so milky white, smooth, virgin and untouched.

I reached down and cupped her mount, allowing one of my fingers to press against the crack.

She was becoming more violent. "Don't do that!" she pleaded. "Mommie said no one's supposed to touch that except me. That's mine-that's my private parts."

"Mommie said!" Mommie said," I sneered. My patience was wearing thin. Roughly, I rolled her over onto her back, still pinning her hands behind her.

"Shut up, you little cunt!" I spat at her. "Either we play my way or you don't go home to mommie, you got that kid?"

I maneuvered my body so that I was now between her legs. I was kneeling as I began pulling down my own shorts.

It wasn't easy. I held her down with one hand and peeled my tight jockey shorts off with the other hand.

As they slipped below my crotch, my cock jumped free, bouncing into the air proudly-the tension on my stud spring being finally released. I raised up, slightly, and pulled them below my knees, and then kicked them off, freeing my legs.

"What's that?" she asked, looking down.

"That's my love stick," I told her.

"What's it for?" she questioned.

"It's for making love to little bitches, I mean little girls," I corrected. "It's for making them feel good inside. It actually is quite good for you. It makes little girls very good, and they want more and more of it."

"Well, it's ugly," she blurted. "It looks mean and ugly. And I'm afraid. I wanna go home to mommie."

I ignored her, and began fingering her slit, once again.

"I told you not to touch that!" she screamed.

"I don't care what you told me. I'll do exactly what I want to do. That's what it was made for. And when I'm finished, you're going to like it, and you're going to want me to do it more. But you're not going to get more. You'll beg for it before you'll get it next time."

I guess that shook her up, because she began bawling and kicking and struggling in vain to get free.

This only excited me. My cock throbbed and jumped all the more. Its head felt as if it would explode. It was unbelievably enticing-having a nice, clean, pure cunt in front of me-knowing it's virgin cunt. Knowing that in a minute I was going to be the first one in there-going to feel the flesh give way, break. See the blood oozing from her cherry, the tight hole yielding to my huge cock as it slipped into her. My desire consumed me. My concern for her safety vanished as I pursued her virgin territory. Taking that cunt-fucking it-totally.

I was easing my finger into her love slit, not realizing at first, that she was probably too young to give out with any juice for lubrication.

I was surprised to find that she had begun to relax a bit. She was still kicking and squirming, but her bawling had ceased at least. She was whimpering now and at the same time, I could feel the tip of my finger becoming wet. Her crack began to juice nicely as I played with her. It occurred to me that if she had this capacity, she was indeed old enough and fuckable enough to take that dick of mine. And, if anyone was to break in this territory, why shouldn't it be me? Why shouldn't she have the best and most capable studsman around?

I could just about slip the whole first joint of my finger into her. I could feel the little wall of her hymen there, blocking my way. It excited me. She juiced on my finger as I moved it in and out. Then, with two fingers, I massaged and rubbed the slime into her and around her cunt lips, wetting them as much as I could. My cock was dripping with pre-cum. The thick, slick liquid I smeared onto my fingers was ideal to loosen the virgin twat.

She was still whimpering, but her struggle to escape dwindled. Apparently, something inside of that childish brain had begun to relax her. She knew it felt good, even though she didn't know what or why.

I knew that I must act on this opportunity to invade her-to take her while I could.

I spread her legs with my strong legs, exposing her tight cunt. I leaned forward, placing the head of my weapon against the lips of her tightly stretched cunt.

Slowly I began to make my entry, letting the head of my cock serve the purpose of my two fingers. At the same time, I was slowly applying more pressure with my hips, shoving against her. But it was impossible. I could barely get the head of my dong between her lips.

I had to bust her cherry before I could get my rocks off.

I looked at her face. She was still crying, but her eyes were open wide, as she looked away from me. She didn't understand what she was feeling-she was excited and fearful at the same time. I bore down on her, releasing her hands from their bondage. Her cherry was obstructing my entrance still, as I continued to exert pressure on it, causing it to stretch and give.

Then it broke. Her flesh gave way to my invader. Her body stiffened as she screamed one long, afraid, piercing scream. She was limp. She lay there, whimpering. I was alarmed, and pressed on her chest and felt her rapid, short breaths. At the same time, I could feel a warmth on my cock that I had never felt. I looked down and saw her love hole oozing blood.

Shit, I wanted all my cock in her. I wanted to fuck all of me into her. She was bleeding profusely, staining both me and the blanket, creating a puddle under her. The sight was increasing my arousal. I raised her legs to get a good view. I wanted to see the blood running down the crack of her ass. I wanted to see her de-flowered, to see her in her own pool of virgin blood. I felt her body convulse at the threat of my moving machine, and I lunged forward, giving her about a third of my length into her. She lunged in pain, took a deep breath, and then went limp once again.

With her legs straddling my shoulders, I reached down and yanked her arms over her head, holding her captive in this position. She seemed unconscious, although she may not have been, and I felt her body tense. I looked down and realized that she was reviving from the assault. She screamed, as she cried-the tears flowing from her eyes.

She tried once again to free herself, but all she managed to do was run her pussy up and down on that part of my cock that was in her. Her increased struggle brought me to more intense desire. She was just what I wanted, to rape and destroy her virginity as she cried her fool head off, as she bled like a stuck pig. The eagerness to free herself opened her all the more for my already intruding cock. And all the time, I could feel her insides tearing, making way for my hardness. The farther I slipped into her, the tighter it seemed to get. I thought that she was probably tightening up on purpose, coaxing me on. But I soon concluded that it was the reverse. Her resistance, in fact, was the cause of her tightness.

Halfway in, I began to stroke her, meeting her bucking, resistant body. Her screams filled the woods as I continued to pump her. I thought that by now she should be enjoying it, but I guess she was still too young and inexperienced, especially with a dick of my size. It takes time and experience to enjoy a big cock.

Now I was about three-fourths of the way into her cunt, pumping freely. They were long, steady strokes, pulling my cock back so that only the head was in her, and then slipping back into her until I felt her beautiful tightness again.

I was steady, long and slow. Deliberate at the same time. I knew it wouldn't be long. She was about to have her first stud load.

It was the hottest box I've ever experienced. It felt like she had a fire in her. I thought she was going to burn my dick off. And her cherry blood was draining from her freely, smearing all over my crotch, all over her crotch. All over the blanket and the bed. Her blood touched me everywhere. I was on fire.

She was sobbing deeply now, and each time she did, I could feel her insides push against and contract around my cock. It was an unbelievable feeling. It hurt and felt good at the same time. I knew I was about to shoot my load at any moment.

I humped her savagely, sinking my full length into her. Once again, she screamed. She went limp. Her eyes closed. Not another sound.

I held my cock steady, not daring to move, not chancing a breath. It twitched. Once. Twice.

Then my dam busted. The wall collapsed within me and I could feel my come flowing; long, hot spurts, shooting the full length of my cock. I could actually feel each spurt as though it were erupting like hot lava from a volcano.

When it burst from the head, it was like Vesuvius. I had never experienced a load like this. The cream was flowing from me almost like I was pissing.

Throb after throb, she took that big dick of mine in her tight channel. There was no resistance. No complaining. No crying. She just took it. She was bleeding freely. All over, everywhere. I came to my senses and pulled my cock out in one long slow movement. As I held her legs wide apart, looking at her ravaged pussy, I watched her closely as the blood ebbed from her, unimpeded. And mixed with the thick, red fluid, were little white lumps. My come! She was douching my come from her twat, until the blood flowed red and pure from her.

After watching this sight for some time, I felt my cock ready for orgasm again. I had an orgasm once again.

As soon as I shot my spunk, I clamored off the bed and quickly wiped myself on the second blanket, as best I could and got the hell out of that stinking shed.

I made the morning headlines the next day. That day I blew town.

CONCLUSION

The scars of Peter's childhood had gone even deeper than he thought. While he had achieved a measure of sexual happiness in his adolescence, and continued to find his services in demand in his young manhood, deep within him the years of taunting about his size by other children, and particularly by little girls, were festering like a bullet left in a wound.

Even though he thought that he had resolved his sexual fears, deep within him remained the need to revenge himself on a little girl, on all the little girls who had teased him about his size, and to prove to them and himself that he was indeed a man.

It mattered little that all the little girls who had thus tormented him were now gone, had become grown women, some with children of their own; the subconscious is not logical in its reasoning. There was the opportunity to rape a little girl, and she stood symbolically for all the little girls he had known.

Peter now understands something of this, but it will take at least two years of intensive psychotherapy to free him completely from his hidden desires.

CASE HISTORY FIVE

Jerry

Jerry was a black man. He was an unfortunate Negro from the south-intelligent, but lacking in any formal education. He was just another example of a very capable mind that had no opportunity for development.

His prison sentence had been given for the transportation of stolen autos. Jerry was never a very talkative prisoner. Our interviews were mostly a result of my persistence to draw him out. After awhile he became more open and looked forward to our meetings. Our prison was one of the finest going as far as rehabilitating the prisoners.

In the course of our interviews, I pressured him gently, endeavoring to bring him out, to have him relinquish some of his sexual experiences and encounters. He was, after a number of sessions, very open and direct in relating his story about his boss's wife who mistreated him.

I'd lay in bed in the dark and think about how I'd like to shove my cock down her throat until every vein burst in her throat, until she choked and gagged on my dick. I used to dream about fucking her in the mouth and dumping my load in her mouth. That was one way of shutting her up.

Sometimes I'd have fantasies about finding her bent over, and how I'd just shove my cock right up her ass-hole until it couldn't be seen. Until it was buried in her flesh. I thought it would be great to have her hands tied and whip her until she was really crying, then I'd shove my fist up her pussy until she screamed for me to stop. I dreamt about biting her nipples off her tits. And slapping her face until she couldn't stand it.

There were many nights that she would leave me alone, but not always. She'd be on my back for one reason or another. Nothing was ever good enough for her. The more I'd do, the more she rode me, the more I wanted to ride her, like a helpless nag getting fucked by a wild stallion.

Karen, that was her name, came in one day without the boss, and because the old man wasn't there, she felt her own power even greater. Man was she a bitch that night. She was angry because she had to stay late to count the day's receipts. Usually, she left early and didn't have to bother with any of that garbage. But tonight she had to lock up the place, as well. That meant staying until everything was set for the next day. It also meant it had to pass her inspection. Man, she was really pissed. She nagged me about everything. You'd think she was some drill commander. Every time she saw me she had another order.

I had to hold my tongue all day. I tried to be nice. I smiled and all that, but I didn't say nothin'. I tried to do what she wanted, but there was no way to please her that night. After we cleared up, and there was just the two of us left, things began to happen. Karen finished counting the till while she bitched her orders at me, about how she wanted me to straighten up the dining room and make sure everything was like it should be. I never had to be told about those things.

When I finished that, I went into the kitchen and mopped up everything so it would be nice and clean when the chef came in, so he would blow his cool.

After she'd finished her chores, she was a real bitch.

"Get over here!" she shouted at me from across the room. "Hurry it up. I wanna get out of here some time tonight."

I tried to ignore her.

"Did you hear me?" she nearly screamed. "I want you to get a move on."

"I heard you," I answered, and went about my business.

"If you don't move your ass, I'll see that you're fired!"

"Yes ma'am," I answered, effecting a real concern.

I still went at my own pace, only I tried to make it look like I was moving faster. At least I finished and was sweeping the place out

"Black boy!" she shouted at me and I knew it was for the last time.

She didn't have a chance to say another word. I spun around and let her have one in the face. She crumpled like a used tea bag, in a heap on the floor. She didn't so much as speak when she fell. She just sorta went down in a heap.

I picked her up and carried her to a sofa nearby. Since she was out, she was completely relaxed. I had to put one hand under her ass and the other under her shoulder blades. This made her tits stick up even higher than usual.

I spread her out on the sofa and stood there above her.

"Now," I said aloud, "I'm gonna get even with this bitch and make her pay."

I lost my nerve and turned away, and was going back to work, but then I turned and looked at her. There she was, all laid out One arm and one leg hanging limply over the edge of the sofa, her big tits standing up like a pair of melons.

I went back and looked down on her. What a sight. She had good legs. That I already knew. But now, they looked even better. I reached down and touched the one hanging over the edge. I touched it lightly. The skin was soft, and even through the nylon stocking, I could tell her flesh was almost spongy, it was so soft. I let my hand glide up above her knee, above where her stocking ended, and I touched the bare flesh there. I was right! It was so soft and delicate it reminded me of a baby's skin. With my free hand I took hold of one of her tits. It was firm and hard, and pointed. I could feel the nip pled pressing against the think dress she was wearing, trying to get out, be free. Man, some really wild thoughts sprouted up and went through my head. I got some towels and ripped them into strips, and tied each of her hands to one of the feet and each of her feet to the sofa. She was trapped and I could take care of the rotten bitch now. She woke up and just glared at me, with fury in her eyes.

"Untie me!" she said, calm like, in her usual manner. Cold, unfeeling and bitchy.

In another minute I had a rag shoved in her mouth. Then I tied another of the strips around her head, holding her. There was no way she could move and she couldn't make a sound. She was my prisoner. From the kitchen I brought back a very sharp knife. She saw that and was sure I was gonna stab her or something. I knew she was scared because her eyes got real big and her head shook from side to side. She tried to talk, but couldn't.

"Think I'm gonna cut ya up, huh?" I asked her. "Well, I ain't. I'm gonna cut your clothes off that body of yours. We is gonna have ourselves a time tonight, you and me. Yes ma'am, you and me is gonna have quite a time. I'm gonna give that white pussy a working over, baby."

Meanwhile, she was wiggling her body and shaking her head from side to side.

I took the knife and slipped it under the neckline of her dress and lifted it. The sharp blade had no trouble cutting the material from her body. I did just a little bit, and then I stood and stared at her. She was scared now. She knew what I was up to. She knew I was gonna fuck her. "You outta know that you're gonna get fucked-with this!" I whipped out my cock which hadn't started to get hard yet. But when I took it out, it began to swell. It's only about eight and a half inches long, but it's a fat one, I guess, two and a half inches through. When that's been up a pussy, the cunt knows it, there's no two ways about it. She knows she's been fucked.

I stripped my own clothes off then. There was no use in my messing them up. When I was naked, I picked up the knife. I placed the blade under the material of the dress, but instead of lifting it straight up, I moved it downward, toward her stomach. The material split open, exposing her. It just fell limply, covering her body. Boy, that was a sharp knife, to cut through material like that. When I had her whole dress open, I stared at her. She didn't have nothin' on underneath, either, except for a scanty pair of panties. I wasn't worried as a matter-of-fact, they turned me on.

"Like that, bitch?" I asked her. She shook her head crazily from side to side.

"You've been riding my ass too long. Now it's my turn to ride yours for a change. How do you like that, huh? How do you like having me in command?"

The look on her face told me she was afraid. She tried to make me believe that she was sorry, but I wasn't having none of that. I wanted what I was after, and that wasn't apologies or anything. It was pussy. I was after a piece of hot, white pussy, and was gonna get it.

I took the tip of the knife and flicked the loose material off one side of her body, uncovering one of her tits. Then the other one. You think she had been running for a couple of miles. Her nostrils were flaring wide each time she sucked in the air, and her tits would rise up into the air. Up and down they went. At one point when they sunk to their lowest point, I put the tip of the knife against her breast and waited. She tried not to breathe in any air. But I had patience. I wasn't going nowhere. I could wait, and I knew she would have to breathe. And as she did, her tit pressed up against the knife. As it pressed into it, the needle-sharpness broke the skin, and a little drop of blood popped up and ran down her soft flesh. I liked it and did it to the other tit. I thought about cutting her nipples off, but I was afraid that would do too much damage to her. And I wanted hot cunt. Not dead cunt.

"That's nice, isn't it?" I asked, sneering down on her. "You ain't so fuckin' bossy now, are you? You're on the bottom now, ain't you? You can't go around screaming, can you? You're gonna get yours now." I took the knife and made a trail down her breasts, and as I did, a tiny red thread appeared. Boy, that sure was a sharp knife! "I could cut your tits off," I said.

I cut her clothes away, baring her panties. Now her dress lay on both sides of her and under her. But not on top of her. Her panties were showing. Now, I cut under each side of the material, over each hip and neatly slit the elastic. As I did so, it pulled and contracted until it was no bigger than a band aid, barely enough to cover her cunt-hairs, and for the most part, she was naked.

"Just a little more and you're gonna be completely naked, just like me. The only difference," I went on, "is that I got a cock and you got a hole. Now what do you think we can do with a combination like that? How about if I fill that white hole?"

I knew she had been looking at my stiffened cock and was worried that I was gonna shove it to her.

"We can solve the problem by putting the stick in the hole. Think that would work? Of course, it might be a pretty tight fit. But with a little effort, we might get it to work."

Her head shook back and forth, and I knew she didn't have to guess any more. She knew what was coming. The only thing was, she didn't know when it was coming, and I wanted to taunt her some more.

"I bet you would like it and it would be more exciting for you if I was to blindfold you. But then, I wouldn't be able to see the look in your eyes when my cock slips into you. And I don't wanna miss that." She didn't know what to do. She had already tried struggling against the bonds on her hands and feet and that didn't work. She had also tried to spit out the napkin, and that didn't work. Now, she knew, she couldn't do anything. She could only mumble and cream-and before I was through with her, she was gonna do plenty.

I moved up close, so my cock was right near her face. I took one of the cushions and propped up her head with it so that she couldn't look any other way. The only thing she could do was close her eyes. But her kind wanted to see what was happening. I reached down and rubbed her pussy. There wasn't a fucking thing she could do. "I wonder what your cunt would look like shaved?" I asked. Her eyes bulged in her head and I thought they'd pop out of her head. "Would you like to have your cunt without any hair? You could pretend you had the crabs and had to shave yourself. How would you like that, you no good fucking slut."

I was getting off on watching her reflect her fear. I played with my cock with one hand while holding the knife over her bushy cunt with the other. As my hand moved on my cock, her eyes would occasionally look at it, and each time she did, I bared it to her, giving her a good view, a good preview of what she was in for.

"It would be nice to have that cunt of yours without any hair," I said, shifting my position so I could accomplish the task of shaving off her pussy hair. I knew the blade was gonna pull, but I didn't need anything else. All I had to do was rest it on her flesh and move it downward. As it moved, it sheared everything in its way. In one motion, I had cut a path through her bush, and I held up some of the hair for her to see. She wanted to cry, but she was too frightened. I don't know at what, unless she was afraid I would cut her cunt or something-and I certainly didn't want to do that. I wanted to fuck her ripe wet pussy.

I continued shaving her, and in a matter of minutes, she was as bare as the day she was born. I ran my fingers over the mound of flesh, and the knife had done such a good job, there wasn't a trace of hair to be felt. Her cunt was smooth as a baby's ass. I wanted to make sure that she saw it, so I went to the counter and brought back a small mirror. I held it in position so that she could see her cunt. It was slightly red from being shaved. Karen's eyes stared, transfixed, until I took the mirror away. Then she looked at my eyes and my cock. She was begging me, I knew. Pleading with me not to fuck her. But I wasn't paying any attention to what she wanted. Without the hair, it was nice. There was nothing to block my view; nothing to get in the way, as I fingered her cunt and my meat. I rubbed some of my spit on her swollen mount. My spit made it much easier for me as I pressed a finger against the crack, it slipped inside her hole. Between her lips it was hot and soft and wet. Already, she was juicing up. She couldn't control it.

"That's the girl," I said. "You juice it up and get it good and wet in your cunt because my black dick is gonna need a little help. It's gonna need all the help you can give it. That way, it won't hurt you so much. Who knows, you may even like it. Are you getting hungry for my cock, yet?"

Her body rocked back and forth on the sofa, but I paid no attention to her. She'd like it before I was through. And if she didn't, it was too fucking bad.

I was paying much more attention to her pussy now, stroking it, playing with it, dipping into it with three or four fingers. Meanwhile, she continued to stare at me and my cock, frightened that I'd use my dick instead, which I was gonna do. I think the feeling was getting to her, I thought I could see a slight movement in her hips. Although I couldn't be sure, I thought I felt her pushing her cunt up to me. Pushing onto my fingers. She couldn't take her eyes off my prick, and I wondered whether she was thinking, fearfully, of it, or whether she was anticipating it with pleasure. I wondered whether she wanted it.

"Do you dig black meat?" I asked, waving my cock at her eyes. She couldn't say anything and she didn't move at all. I kept right on massaging her pussy, which was beginning to juice much more. I could feel the slimy cunt juice on my hand. As my fingers became more slick, I continued pushing them into her helpless cunt. She couldn't stop watching me work her cunt slowly. It was really fucking up her head. More of her juice began to run and I shoved deeper into her twat with my two fingers. A couple of times I knew I had gone too fast because I could feel her body tense up. There was no need for me to hurt her that way, so I eased up. As I did so, her body relaxed again. There was nothing else for her to do. She had to play the game, because she was my prisoner.

I was now able to stick three fingers into her pussy all the way up to the knuckles, and there wasn't a bit of resistance. I could feel the soft inner lips slipping and sliding on my fingers as they moved in and out of her body.

"How's that, bitch?" I asked. "How's that little naked cunt of yours-three fingers-all the way up your hole?" Her head lifted to see what was going on. After she'd seen, she fell back onto the sofa and without looking me in the face, her eyes fastened themselves once again on my stiff dick. I had pre-come on it and it shone in the soft light of the room. Next to her, it looked like a piece of coal; her skin was so light and soft in contrast to my black hard body.

"You ready for this black dick? You ready for it to be in that snatch of yours and press on your clit? You want this black piece of meat to stab you now? If you relax, it won't be too bad. like I said, it may be a little tight, but you can get used to is, and open that cunt for me."

I think she was looking forward to getting laid. I got up and crawled between her spread legs positioning myself so that I was able to reach her cunt with my dick.

I grabbed another of the cushions and hoisted her ass, slipping it under her. In this position, sitting back on my heels, her cunt was right in line with the head of my cock. I thought that was good positioning. I moved forward, until the wet head of my hardened cock came in contact with the puffed lips of her cunt that I was about to fuck. Her expression was one of disbelief. I guessed she really didn't believe I would do it. I guess she figured I would just tease her and scare her with it, but that I wouldn't shove it to her cunt. I pulled apart, and almost peeled back the outer lips of her twat with my fingers. As I did so, the pink inner flesh came into view. Again I moved myself forward so that cock was in contact with cunt. Then I turned loose on the lips of her cunt. Her pussy lips swallowed the head of my cock. It was hot and sweet and warm in her cunt.

As I gave her more dick, I applied only the slightest pressure. I could feel her inner muscles immediately tighten, as if to lock me out. But I wasn't worried, was wrinkled, as though in pain. But I slipped back a little and the expression didn't change, so I knew it wasn't pain. She was trying to fuck up my head, and I wasn't having it. I was gonna get all of me in her or bust her in half trying.

Again I approached on her, applying more pressure, watching my slick flesh slip and edge its way a little farther up her canal. Her body tensed, but I guessed that was because of the invasion, not because of the pain.

"Not bad, is it?" I asked, as though expecting her to answer me.

Again I shoved into her, edging still more of my flesh into hers. Now, almost half of my cock was imbedded in her. Wow! Was she tight and hot and wet. The sensations were driving me up the wall. I wanted to raise up and bear down and shove it all to her in one motion, but I didn't want to spoil a good thing. I wanted us to enjoy it, really, even though I wanted to prove to her that I was boss.

I raised myself off my heels and got into a better position, taking care that my cock did not slip from its warm sanctuary. When I had fully adjusted myself, I began to swivel and rock my hips, each time sending my cock back and forth in her cunt. And each time it slid forward, it did so until it met pressure, and then it would stop.

In this way, I was giving her the impression that I was stopping each time I was hurting her. But, in fact, what I was doing was pushing her to her point of endurance each time, knowing that each stroke would allow for more insertion.

And I was right, for in about a dozen strokes, I had both spread and penetrated her so that I was fully buried. My balls were resting lightly between her legs.

In this position I began to move myself in circles, holding my cock in to the hilt, but forcing it to swivel and pivot inside her, pressing against the walls of her cunt, pushing and relaxing them, proving that I really meant her no harm, indicating only that I wanted all of her.

I looked up to see her expression and was surprised to see that she had not only opened her eyes, but had raised her head in order to see as much as she could.

She suddenly sensed I was staring at her and her head fell back to the cushion.

Somehow, I read the expression in her eyes. With one hand, I reached up and untied the knot holding the gag in her mouth. She spit it out, quickly, and swallowed a couple of times.

"Thank you," she moaned, her voice sounding very dry and raspy.

At the same time, I felt movement; her hips had come to live. Now that she was convinced she could get my cock into her, she was enjoying it. Not only that, but she was after more. Each time I would begin to pull back, her hips would raise, indicating that they had been pressing against me.

"Like it now?" I asked.

"Yeah, daddy," she moaned, ecstatically. "Shove it to me."

"But you've got it all now," I said. "I want more."

"Then when I hit bottom, grunt like you're gonna shit. Press your insides against me as hard as you can. You can do it, come on-grunt."

She did as I suggested, and I could feel her guts pressing against the head of my dick when it hit bottom.

"Oh, yeah, baby," I moaned. "Give me that hole. Give it all to me-all of it. Come on-give it to me, baby."

Again she responded. Her body took up a steady rhythm, working up and down on my moving piston, slipping up and down, back and forth on it. As I would shove back and forth, she would slip from side to side, forcing my cock to press against the walls of her cunt.

"Oh," she moaned, "that's good. So good-give me that cock-give it to me."

"I told you, baby," I said, "I told you, you'd like it once we got started. I told you, you'd really be after my cock-and you are-you're starving for it aren't you, baby? You're starving for it!"

As I said this, I could feel the increased slickness and heat of her effort. But I didn't slacken my movements. If anything, because of the slickness, I was able to increase my efforts.

My cock was slipping full length into and out of her now. The whole length of me was leaving her and plunging back into her. Even the head was leaving her hole and her crack. But it had no difficulty in finding its way back into her. And if I didn't move quickly enough, her hips came in search of me, finding me and devouring me.

"Untie my hands," she pleaded. "Please-untie them-and my feet, too. Let me spread my legs wider so I can get more of you."

I did as she asked, and true to her word, she spread her legs wider, pulling the lips of her cunt farther apart, and giving me a completely unobstructed access to her womanhood.

Her arms came over my shoulders, around my neck, and she pulled me down onto her.

As our bodies met, she again went into a fit of convulsions.

"Oh, I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh-"

"Let it go, baby. Let it all go-don't fight it-it's better that way."

She again did as I asked. Her body relaxed while I kept up the movement. When she had spent herself, she again began to match me, stroke for stroke.

By this time, I was approaching my end. I couldn't hold out forever, and with the assistance she was now able to give me, I wasn't far away.

To my surprise, she reached up with her mouth and sucked my tongue into her, pulling on it, licking it, loving it.

The idea broke my mainspring and I felt myself falling apart.

"Oh, shit!" I spat, "I'm gonna pop!"

"Just let it happen, daddy," she encouraged, "that's what you told me. Just let it happen'"

And I did. I let it happen. I let my white hot lead flush into her. I let my cock swell and spit out every bit I had in me. I let my cock bombard her with its love juices.

And then I was shot. Spent. Done.

We pulled apart, silently, and cleaned ourselves off with a few napkins.

"What am I going to tell my old man?" she asked.

"About what?" I asked.

"About this," she said, pointing to her bare cunt.

"You'll think of something," I said, dressing.

"Well have to do this more often, now that we know each other," she commented.

"Not-likely," I answered.

"Why?"

"Because I quit. As of now. I couldn't work here no more. First time you got pissed at me, you'd have my ass in a sling. Just pay me what I got coming and I'll clear out."

"That really isn't necessary," she said, almost hurt.

"But that's the way I want it," I said defiantly.

CONCLUSION

Jerry's case reminds me somewhat of George's, for both are men who are without the usual "rape syndrome." That is to say, they do not consistently, compulsively, seek out women to rape in order to satisfy their sexual

In both cases there was a certain amount of provocation from the woman involved. In George's case, to be sure, the woman was well-intentioned, but in Jerry's case the woman was extremely hostile, ostensibly because of her racial prejudices. In truth, I suspect that Karen had all along been trying to provoke Jerry to some such action as the one he took-perhaps because she desired sexual intercourse with a black man but, under her particular and rather backward social standards, the idea of interracial intercourse was unacceptable.

Since she could not make direct overtures to someone outside her limited list of acceptable mates, she had to provoke him to the point where he would rape her. Jerry, for his part, was attracted to the woman at the same time that he hated her for her unjust and constant hostility toward him. When he finally reached his boiling point, his rage turned to lust and he raped her.

Thus once again we see that normal, healthy sexual attraction of a man for a woman and vice versa, when it is repressed and thwarted by social mores, may ultimately lead to a violent result.

CASE HISTORY SIX

Steve M Age: 32

Steve was always sought out by women for his good looks and his servile manner. He was a big man with a great deal of charm to women. It was this very charm that led him into his problem. It wasn't enough for Steve to have the women chasing him and throwing themselves at him, and willing to go to bed with him. He needed more from them in order to really believe they wanted him. He needed to completely overpower them and dominate them, as shown in his case history.

INTERVIEW ONE

I was always hot for the dames-when I was just a kid of course. Since I've been in college

I didn't have to chase after them, they chased me. So, I never worried what kind of pussy was coming my way.

The sex was never a problem for me. It was always available.

But there was this one piece of ass-a young chick who worked in the pub where a bunch of us used to hang out.

All the while we went there, she never dated. She was a nice piece, too, all the fellas were hot for some. I didn't know what it was with this chick.

She was nice to everyone and didn't mind if they flirted, or anything. She was always pleasant and nice to everyone. She just went along with people as though it were a big game.

She was always hiding her body with sweaters and long skirts. But the sweaters were tight enough to reveal a pair of tits that were eating stuff. And, as far as I knew, she didn't have to wear a bra. Her boobs stood up straight and out without any help. Whenever she was in a hurry I'd watch her tits bounce as she waited on us. My cock would twitch just watching them through the sweater.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any more. I made my play for her.

"Hey, Donna," I said one afternoon, when there wasn't anybody else in the cafe. "How about you and me going to playland one of these days?"

"Steve," she smiled, "you know I don't date any of the college fellows. My boyfriend is in the service and I promised him I'd wait for him. If I dated you, it would only be fair that I dated the others-they've asked me too, you know."

"Aw," I coaxed, "whose gonna know?"

"Whose going to know?" she giggled. "Why just about everybody, that's who! Where do you think everyone goes in this town if not to the movies?"

"Playland," I confessed.

"Well?"

"But," I persisted, "we wouldn't have to go where everyone else goes-we could go someplace else. I'll tell you what," I went on, "Let's go on a picnic this Sunday. I know a swell place."

She thought long and hard over this proposition. I had everything in my favor: Good reputation, well-liked, good looks, trustworthy-everything.

"Would you promise me that there would be no drinking?" she asked.

"Anything, baby, just anything. State your terms," I answered eagerly.

"All right, then. We'll have a picnic. I'll pack a lunch and you can pick me up after church. Say at eleven-thirty, at my place."

"It's a deal," I said, gleefully. "I'm gonna celebrate. Drinks for everybody!"

"Silly," she said, almost reprimandingly, "there isn't a soul here but you and me-"

"Well then," I went on, happily, "drinks for you and me. What'll you have."

"Chocolate soda!" she smiled. "You're on. Make it two!"

Sunday morning I was up bright and early. I got out and washed the car so that it shone. Then I went back in and started on myself.

Although I chose my clothes with great care, I wanted it to look casual. I didn't want her to catch on.

I shaved and showered and dressed, watching the clock. I didn't have any intention of being late.

And I wasn't.

Right on the button!

She was on time, too. She was waiting for me on her front porch, a huge wicker basked under her arm. I bounded out of the car and relieved her of it, stowing it in the back seat.

It was a wonderful day for a picnic. It wasn't too hot, and there was a pleasant breeze.

We headed out of town-in a hurry. All the while, I tried to appear casual. We talked about nothing in particular; just idle chatter. It was pleasant enough. But in the back of my mind, I had other thoughts.

Finally we reached the spot that I had decided upon. It was beautiful, as I had promised-and it was completely secluded.

In order to get to it, you had to take a winding dirt road which, from where we parked, you could see. There was absolutely no chance for anyone to sneak up on us.

Phase one was completed.

Donna busied herself spreading the lunch she had prepared. She must have taken a lot of trouble, for there was food for twenty, let alone two.

After we indulged the food, we both spread out to enjoy the sunshine-momentarily.

I stripped to my waist and kicked off my shoes and socks, but Donna kept everything on-her simple dress, her sandals; everything.

After a bit of this, I figured it was time.

I rolled over to where she was laying, and came to rest with my mouth only inches from hers.

My shadow on her face caused her to open her eyes. She jumped, surprised.

"Steve!" she gasped.

"What's the matter, honey? Scare ya?"

"You frightened me half to death!" she exclaimed.

Without answering, I lowered my mouth to hers and pressed my tongue between her lips before she could withdraw. The taste of her was exciting; sweet, warm, tantalizingly delicious.

She broke away from me, quickly, but not until I had let my hand brush across her upright breast.

"Steve!" she stammered. "You should be ashamed of yourself. You! Of all people!"

"What do you mean? A little kiss isn't going to hurt anything, is it? I haven't hurt you, have I?"

She was silent. I continued.

"I could have done this," I said, reaching quickly for the material of her dress and pulling on it. The flimsy material gave; her breasts were bared!

I hungrily drank in the sight of her pink flesh. Those two huge mounds of flesh were real; they weren't supported. They were real! And mounted at the apex of each was a brown ring, in the center of which perched a darker, more wrinkled nipple.

My mouth watered at the sight, instantaneous, though it was.

Donna was frantic. She tried to cover herself by crossing her hands across her breasts. But her breasts were too large. She only managed to hide the nipples from my view.

I could feel the animal instinct in my groin coming to life. My cock started to heat.

"What're you hiding them for," I said as calmly as I could. "Before I'm through with you today, I'm going to see all of you, Donna-all of you."

"No you're not!" she spat, fear sounding in her shaking voice, mixed with anger and frustration.

"Baby," I went on, "we're miles from nowhere. Not a soul knows where we are-and we have complete privacy. The only way in here is through that road down there, and we have plenty of warning."

"Steve," she stammered, "what are you going to do to me? Please, Steve-let's go home. I think we've had enough of a picnic. I want to go home."

"Baby," I said, calmly, "we've just started to have our picnic. The rest in the sun has gotten me hot-see?" I asked, pointing to my crotch. "And now you've got to help me with it-we can't go back to the city like this, now can we?"

"Steve," she began, almost tearfully, "please don't do anything to me-please."

"That all depends on you," I said. "Now if you'll be a good girl and strip for me, I'll think it over."

"You must be insane!" she snapped, anger suddenly giving her courage. "I'll do no such thing!"

"Okay with me, sweetheart," I announced, reaching forward, quickly and taking hold of the material of her dress once again and yanking.

Again I heard the rip of the thin material. Now it was torn from the waist up. Her belt held her skirt in place. But her body was bare from the waist up.

I drank in her semi-nudity, hungrily. Her skin was so light, so delicate-I wanted to eat it.

"Take your hands away," I said, sternly. "Take them away. I want to see everything!" She didn't move.

Before she knew what was happening, the back of my hand hit her cheek, knocking her off balance. In order to regain it, she threw her hands to the ground, baring, once again, her beautiful breasts. I wanted to suck them; bite them, eat them. I wanted to taste them, mark them. I wanted to see them bleed.

I reached forward and took one of them in my hand. A shudder went through my whole body. The flesh was so soft, so pliable, yet so firm, so full, so hard. In my palm, I could feel the nipple. It was pressing against me, and it, too, sent an electric shock through me.

I looked at Donna in the eyes. "Baby," I said, softly, "before I'm through with you today, I'm going to have had all of you. Do you understand that, Donna? I'm going to have all of you-every way I want-as much as I want."

She neither moved nor made a sound. She was clay in my hands.

I drew confidence from her immobility and placed my other hand on her other breast. It, too, was soft, warm, yet firm and hard. The flesh was pliable, yet I held its shape, almost defiantly.

My fingers curled into the flesh and I watched the expression on her face as she winced.

My hands played over her tits, stroking them, squeezing them, lifting them and pressing them down. Through it all, she said nothing. She didn't even move. Her eyes were glaring at me; burning into me.

But I couldn't have cared. My hunger needed to be satisfied. This was one piece I was going to have; my way.

I took her nipples in my fingers and pinched, gently, at first, to see what reaction I would get. She winced, but said nothing.

"How's that feel, baby?" I asked. "Huh? How's it feel to have someone work your tits-get the nipples hard? See how hard they're getting? And it's all because I'm playing with them, baby-working them up."

And I was telling the truth. For even as I toyed with them, I could feel the nipples stiffen and swell. And soon they were like hard little marbles glued to her voluptuous breasts.

My hand slid up her breast, onto her neck, and I pulled her toward me. I wanted to taste that mouth once more.

She yielded, reluctantly, passively, and as I touched her full lips, another hot flash went through me. I could feel my cock tearing at the material for release.

I slipped my tongue between her lips and moved it around, against her teeth. Even the taste of her mouth was delicious.

I tried to force my tongue between her teeth, and as I did so, she bit; hard!

I pulled away from her and slapped her once again, this time knocking her flat to the ground.

"You bitch!" I spat. "I would just as soon you were willing. You might even enjoy it. But baby, if you want to fight, I can fight too-and

I'm going to win. You ll see."

I leaned forward and quickly sucked a nipple into my mouth, and when I had it properly positioned, I bit down, hard.

My ears rang with the sound of her scream. She at least had the good sense not to try to pull away from me.

As her scream died away, I came up off her breast, and there were clear indications in the delicate flesh where I had been. There was, in fact, a spot of red; blood. I had broken the skin.

This seemed to excite me still more.

"Now," I announced, "Let's see what the rest of you looks like."

"Steve-if you so much as lay a finger on me," she said, "I'll kill you! If it's the last thing I ever do, I'll kill you!"

Her voice was hard and venomous. I knew she meant it, but I didn't care. She was serious, but I was in the driver's seat now. She was at my mercy, not me at hers.

"First thing first," I said, in a level tone. "First I see you-then I have you-then you kill me-if you can."

"I'm warning you," she went on, "if you so much as lay another finger on me-I'll kill you!"

At this point, though, it didn't make any difference. I had to have my satisfaction. My cock had to have its. We weren't to be denied, whatever the consequences.

I casually got up from where we were and returned to the car. From under the front seat, I took a length of rope, approximately twenty-five feet or so.

I returned to Donna. She had not so much as moved.

As I approached, I could see her body tense. She knew she was no match for me, but I knew she was studying me, looking for an opportunity.

But even in my excitement, I was careful. I left no opportunity for her to escape. I intended to be thorough.

"Give me your hands," I instructed.

She didn't move.

"Give me your hands!" I slapped her.

She put her hands forward. Quickly I slipped the rope around her wrists, fixing it in a half hitch.

Then I pulled her to her feet and walked her to a large oak tree. All the while, I kept the rope taut so that she would have no opportunity to work it loose from her wrists, which was doubtful, anyway.

I managed to climb the trunk of the huge oak and out on one of the low hanging limbs. When I had gone about as far as I thought necessary, I fastened the rope to the limb, pulling her hands above her head and making her strain just enough to raise up onto her toes.

Satisfied that I had accomplished my mission, I jumped back to the ground.

"So," I smiled, looking at her armpits, "you shave."

She said nothing. She only glared at me, her eyes spitting both fire and daggers all the while.

I circled her, taking in her half-nude form, drinking in the sight of the soft flesh of her back, the thinness of her neck, the narrowness of her waist.

I could even see her rib cage, slightly. Though she was not skinny, she wasn't fat, and there wasn't enough fat to hide the form and shape of her bone structure.

She was breathing heavily, I knew. Her stomach was rising and falling, quickly, indicating it.

And her tits-they were beyond description.

"How old are you, Donna?" I asked, friendly-like.

"Eighteen," she said, sullenly.

"And such beautiful tits at your age," I commented. "What did you do as a little girl, massage them to make them so large and luscious?"

She did not answer me.

"And what does the rest of you look like?" I asked, not expecting an answer.

"Like any girl," she snapped. "Like any girl should. But why ask me-you're going to find out for yourself, aren't you? You're going to undress me, aren't you?"

"Aw, Donna," I chided, "child psychology won't work with me. You can't talk me out of it. You know that, don't you? Sure I'm going to undress you-I'm going to do more than that. You can't dissuade me, you know-no matter how hard you try."

"Well, why don't you get it over with," she said, her voice flat and without emotion. She was trying to use logic and get it over as quickly and as easily as possible.

"But baby, if I rush, you won't enjoy it-and I do want you to enjoy it, you know. I want you to savor every moment-remember it for all time-and compare it with your sweetie when he gets back. Who knows, maybe he's better than I am. Maybe he's more gentle-maybe he doesn't care to see your body-maybe he doesn't like sex-maybe he doesn't have a cock. Ever think of that, Donna? Ever think that he may not like six? Ever think that maybe he won't care what you look like so long as you belong to him? Ever think of that? Huh?"

Donna did not answer.

I approached her from the front, once again, and took her tits in my hands and played over them. Her body cringed, but she could not escape.

The feel of her warm flesh was painful to me. My groin ached. I was itching to shove my cock into her, but I wanted it to last. I didn't want to rush it. I wanted to savor every moment; enjoy it, revel in it.

My hands slid lower on her body, onto her stomach. There, too, the skin was light and soft, delicate. The rise and fall of her stomach created an alternating pressure against my hands and it excited me. It was almost pulsating, throbbing.

And again I wanted to shove my cock into her and feel her warmth. But I teased myself as well as her. I prolonged it.

With a quick movement, I pulled her skirt from her waist. The torn material crumpled around her feet.

My eyes traveled up her body slowly. Thin ankles, slender legs, full but not heavy thighs-and then the material! She was wearing panties-and I wanted to see all over her body. I wanted to see all of her.

Again I circled her, looking her over, clad only in her pink panties. They were snug and her form showed well.

"Please, Steve," she whimpered.

I ignored her and continued my examination of her. I circled her twice and then I approached her again.

She knew what was coming-she sucked in her breath, frightfully, anticipantingly; dreading the moment and knowing it was inevitable.

But I surprised her. I didn't rip her panties from her. That, I though, would be too quick; too easy.

Instead, I pulled them down a little; only a couple of inches.

I could see the red ring on her waist where the elastic had been holding.

I pulled them down a little more. This time they began to slip over her broad hips. Again, I circled her, fingering her body as I moved, and at the same time, stroking my own cock still confined in my tight slacks.

Again I pulled her panties lower-this time until her pubic hair began to show. And again, I walked around her, inspecting her carefully, gloatingly.

"Steve, please," she whimpered again.

I paid no attention. Rather, I was stimulated by her plea. It excited me; made me more eager for the finish. And again I punished myself, teased myself. I resisted the final step.

Lower her pants came. Now they were hanging loosely under her crotch. But at the elastic, it was not the case. The material was pulled tight, and I could see her tummy; flat and soft. I could see the soft curly blonde hair of her pubic patch.

And as I circled her again, I saw the cleft of her ass come into view.

"That's some body," I mused, "Yeah, some body."

"Steve, please," she moaned for the third time.

"That's some vocabulary you got there, sweetheart," I teased. "Just two words, huh? Is that all you can say? Couldn't you say more, or hurry, or something-something exciting-something to let me know that you're with me-huh?"

She remained silent

From behind, I took hold of the material of her panties and pulled it down, quickly, baring her buttocks to my bold view. As I did so, I heard her suck in a quick gasp of air. I felt her body tense, expectantly.

But I did not touch her. I remained behind her, a few paces away, savoring the sight of her nude form. I wanted to see the rest of her.

"Turn around," I instructed.

She didn't move.

"Turn around, I said!" I shouted.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to turn. As she did so, I watched her body carefully, watching the shape of it change as her profile came into view.

I saw the outline of her ass in back and the protrusion of her tits. I saw the sharp angle made by her raised arms on her rib cage and stomach. I watched her tummy swell and sink, and I knew she was breathing heavily.

As her face came into view, I saw that her eyes were closed, and tears were streaming from them. She was crying, silently.

"What's the matter, baby?" I asked. "I haven't hurt you, have I? What are you crying for? Huh?"

"Steve-please let me loose-please take me home. Please stop all this."

"Please, please, please," I mimicked. "Why don't you ask what I want you to ask, Donna, baby? Why don't you ask me to strip? Why don't you ask me to fuck you? Why don't you ask things like that, huh?"

"You know what I want-please."

"There you go again. Before you can get, you must learn to give, baby-give me what I want and I'll give you what you want."

Her eyes opened, but she didn't stop crying. The tears continued flowing down her cheeks and fell to her breasts.

The sight intrigued me. I approached her and as I did, she tensed again. She was, I am sure, expecting me to bite her or something. Instead, all I did was lick her breasts. I wanted to taste her tears. I wanted to lick them from her breasts.

The salty taste of the liquid fueled the fire of my passion. I almost raped her right then and there.

But I had to do it my way. I couldn't let her draw me into it. I wanted to enjoy it the way I wanted it to be. Not the way she would have it.

I continued licking her tits until there was no more of the salty fluid there. Then I moved to her nipples and was a little surprised to find that they had grown hard.

Even as I touched them, her body tensed again. It seemed that no matter what I did, she wouldn't relax. That bothered me a little.

I stood up.

"Don't you trust me, baby?" I asked.

She looked at me blankly.

"Look," I went on, as though she had answered, "I haven't hurt you-except when I had to. Since you've behaved, I haven't hurt you, have I? I could have taken you a long time ago, you know," I continued. "I could have ripped your clothes off and taken you as I pleased. I could have hurt you, too. But I didn't-I didn't because you've behaved.

"Now," I concluded, "why don't you just relax and enjoy yourself? You're going through with it either way, so you might as well go willingly and relax."

Her gaze killed me. She said nothing. She had nothing for me but contempt.

And even this I found exciting and stimulating.

"All right," I said, "have it your way. You do your thing and I'll do my thing."

I stepped back from her about five feet and began to open my fly. The moment my hand touched my buttons, her eyes were on them. They were fixed there.

I had her!

Slowly, deliberately, I unbuttoned the first one. Then I stood there and watched her. Her eyes remained on the open button and only fleetingly darted to my eyes and back again.

Then I opened the second. She was transfixed. I assumed it was from excitement-but it could just as well have been from fear.

Whatever the reason for her staring, I was stimulated by it. I could feel my cock throbbing inside my shorts. It was screaming to be released, begging to be unfurled, roaring to be stabbed into a hot slit.

As the third button opened, my pants began to slip down over my hips. I watched Donna's eyes closely.

She was unblinking. She was staring, as though in a trance, watching as my nudity became more complete.

And again, I felt myself driven on by her passive encouragement. I wanted to whip out my cock and wave it at her; tease her with it, whip her with it. But back the impulse. Instead, I let my pants slip down my legs slowly, tauntingly, imagining that Donna wanted me to hurry and therefore, deliberately moving slowly so as to prolong her excitement, her desire.

As they crumpled about my feet, I stepped out of them, easily, standing now, in nothing but a pair of tight, white, jockey shorts.

My masculinity, though covered, was evident.

"Well?" I asked.

Her eyes locked on mine. Her expression did not change. She did not blink.

Her eyes were blank, although they were looking right at me. I could not tell from them whether she would encourage or dissuade me, had there been courage enough in her. I preferred and therefore assumed that it was the former.

"Well?" I repeated, in the same tone. Still nothing from her.

I ran my hand lightly over my crotch, and as I did so, her eyes shot back to it, where they stayed.

Having her gaze there, I decided to continue my little act.

Placing my palms on each of my hips, I pressed downward, and in doing so, began to roll the material downward. The increasing rolling pressure on my hips caused the material covering my crotch to roll, too, and soon, my pubic hairs came into view.

I thought I saw her eyes widen, but I could not be sure. Again, I chose to believe I had.

As the material rolled down my groin, the full spread of my pubic hair came into view. Now, all that was covered was my cock and balls-and, of course, my ass, which, at this point, didn't matter. It was my cock this broad was hung up on.

"Like it?" I asked.

She did not answer. But I could feel the piercing stare of her eyes. "Want it?" I asked. Again, silence.

"Well, you're gonna get it, baby," I said, and as I did so, I slipped the shorts down further, exposing myself, freeing myself.

My cock lept free. It uncoiled and sprang upright, standing at a forty-five degree angle; hard, throbbing, rampant

I stepped out of the shorts. They were now hampering me.

Then I reached between my legs and brought my balls forward for her inspection.

"Enough for you, sweetheart?" I quizzed.

Silence.

"I've only got eight and a half, but most girls think it's enough. How about you? Think there's enough to satisfy you?" Silence.

"Well, you're gonna find out," I announced, approaching her.

As I moved forward, my cock swung from side to side, but always remaining upright and stiff. Whether she would admit it or not, it looked formidable. And she was about to find out.

I continued moving forward until I was nearly touching her. I pressed my groin forward and touched her flesh with mine. She cringed.

"Remember what I told you," I cautioned. "You give me what I want-and you'll get what you want."

I pressed forward again. This time she did not move. But then, she couldn't. She was already straining at the rope.

The slick head of my cock pressed against the softness of her tummy. I humped my hips a little, smearing the clear stickiness around, making a little wet pond.

I looked up at her and saw that she was still staring at my cock, her eyes wide and unblinking.

Slowly, I bent my knees, and as I did so, my cock slid down her tummy into the nest of hair. Down and down, it continued until I could sense that it was approaching that secret spot-her cunt!

I didn't touch the broad with anything but my cock. It was rigid and I could guide it easily. I didn't need my hands.

When I felt it pressing against the lips of her pussy, I again pressed forward, keeping my knees bent. My movements were slight jabbing ones, for I didn't want to slam into her. I wanted to enjoy the mounting pleasure of conquest.

She was tight, tense, and was not helping. Yet she stared, fascinated at my crotch. She could, from her position, see it all.

I could feel the slick head of my cock nudging its way into her slit, high on it, and I soon felt the little piece of flesh I was searching for.

I continued to rub against it and at the same time, watch the expression on her face.

Gradually, very gradually, the hardness left it. Excitement was creeping over her, clouding her mind, blinding her of her fear. It was opening her channel for me.

I knew this was so because in a very short time, I could feel her juices of lubrication coming out to greet my cock and to bathe it.

When I felt it had been sufficiently slicked, I began to straighten my knees again, and at the same time, press my cock deeper into her crack, into her channel, her cunt.

She spoke!

"No, Steve! Please-please don't."

"Too late, baby," I moaned, in my own excitement. "I can't turn back now-now is the time."

My upward motion continued. Slowly, steadily, relentlessly, and I felt the length of my cock slipping into her.

She was tight and she was warm. The folds of her cunt closed over my rampant cock and encouraged me to go deeper. I obeyed.

"Oh, Steve, you're hurting me. Please don't-stop it, please."

The more she protested, the more I wanted, and I was soon standing straight, next to her, my cock sunk to its base in her. In that position, I started grinding my hips in little circles, working it around and around, feeling it scrape and rub against the walls and lips of her cunt.

I bent my head forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth and began sucking, hungrily.

I thought I felt a movement on her part.

"Please, Steve-please-don't make me do this-please."

I wondered at the meaning of her words.

But I continued my motions. Little circles growing larger. Delicate pressure becoming gross. Passion becoming ecstasy.

And I felt her move. At first her motion was only slight, but it grew. Her hips were beginning to work. Back and forth, working on my cock, pressing to me, withdrawing, pressing again.

I sucked harder on her tit and toyed with the other with my hand. "Oh, Steve-please."

Again, I wondered at the meaning of her words, but I continued. My strokes were becoming more alive, more quickened now, encouraged on by her reciprocation.

Her own hips were beginning to rock back and forth, and I could feel the walls of her cunt slipping back and forth on my torrid cock.

I looked up at her and saw that her head was thrown back; her eyes closed; her mouth open, and a small trickle of saliva coming from it.

I realized, suddenly, that she was just hanging by her hands. Her legs had gone limp, and she was hanging by her hands, her wrists. And her hips were rocking back and forth on my cock, devouring me, fucking me.

I stopped all motion and stood still. Yet, she kept up her motions. Back and forth, slowly, steadily.

"Steve-please, please."

"Please what, baby?" I asked, wondering.

"Please-please," was all she answered. Her voice sounded far away; I wasn't even certain she was talking to me.

I took up my motions again, slipping my cock back and forth on her swinging pussy. Her juices had wet my crotch and I could feel the coolness of her wetness on my balls as the breeze played over my body.

At this rate, I couldn't hold out for very long. Already I could feel my gut beginning to tighten. I could feel my load gathering.

And it happened, just like that. Without warning. Without preliminary. I shot my wad into her rocking cunt and was rewarded with her orgasm.

I felt the walls of her cunt sucking and pulling on my draining cock, sucking it dry.

Little animal sounds were coming from Donna; sounds of passion, of abandon, of excitement.

She must have been telling the truth, earlier. It must have been a long time since she'd had anything, because her cunt suddenly became tight enough to cause my softening cock to ache. I thought she would rip it off.

And her hips had not stopped their rocking. And the juice had not stopped, either. It was flowing from her freely, dripping down over my balls, splattering on my legs and running or dripping to the ground.

I steeled myself and hung on as long as I could. But the broad was too much for me. Even when I tried to pull out, she clung to me.

"Please don't," she moaned, her voice far away, "don't move-please."

I tried to satisfy her, but i couldn't. I had to pull out. My cock had become completely soft, and still I had a helluva time getting it out of her. She was something else.

When we both calmed down, I untied her. She fell to the ground and broke into tears. She wouldn't talk to me; wouldn't say a word. She only cried.

After that workout, I was hungry, so I ate some more of our picnic lunch. By this time, it was getting dark.

I dressed and collected what was left of her clothes for her. She put them on, and I don't know how she managed it, but unless you looked close, you couldn't even tell they had been ripped.

We drove all the way back to town without saying a word.

When I let her out in front of her place, I didn't know what to say. I didn't say anything.

As she turned, she looked over her shoulder and a funny smile came over her face.

"Thanks," she said, "but remember what I promised."

It didn't matter, though, because at the end of the term, I transferred to another college, here in the Midwest. I've often wondered what would have happened had I stayed in town.

CONCLUSION

Steve had a problem that was just the reverse of that shared by many rapists. Where many rapists are sexually deprived in their early years, leading to explosions of sexual violence in their adulthood, Steve., by his own testimony, always found sex easy to come by. Herein lies his problem.

There is always a temptation to regard that which comes too easily as being of little worth; perhaps this is because so many of the things we value in life are not achieved without great toil. Steve thus regarded Donna as intensely desirable because she was the one girl in his circle who was not to be had. Because she considered herself already taken, and so unavailable for Steve and his friends, she assumed a greater worth in his eyes. She became something of a challenge to his masculinity and to his ego.

I have with great difficulty persuaded Steve that he can satisfy all his sexual desires with willing partners in a normal fashion and that the allure of those women who resist his advances is largely an illusion created by his own mind. Hopefully he will soon be able to take up the threads of life on the outside again.

CASE HISTORY SEVEN

INTERVIEW ONE

Subject: Brendan Y. Age: Thirty-one

Brendan had been in prison now for three years. He had a long list of assault charges previously against him before this sentence and this time it was for multiple acts of rape.

He was a slick character who had a chip on his shoulder from the very beginning.

I don't know what you think you're going to be able to do for me, or am I supposed to do something for you? He began and continued: I was told I was supposed to tell you what happened, how I got in the can. Well, if that's what you want I'll be glad to but don't go trying any head-shrinking junk on me. I'm not crazy, I just dig women, that's all.

Ever since I was a kid I was known as a rough guy. I mean in the neighborhood where I lived you had no other choice. It was either that or you didn't survive.

That's the way it was all through school with the girls. I took my old man's lead, he was that way with my mother and I thought that's the way women liked it. I thought they liked their men to be rough with them.

Anyway, I guess I began my career in high school. I was dating this chick and one night we had gone out My parents were away for the weekend so after the movie I invited her over to my place.

She seemed willing enough to come and I thought she was going to be an easy lay. I figured she'd just spread her legs and let me get my big dick in her pussy and fuck the shit out of her. But as it turned out, she needed a little convincing. I guess that was really the beginning of it all.

Once we were inside I turned on a couple of lights so that the lighting was real dim and then I got out some booze and put on the radio. We were sitting on the sofa just talking and when I put my arm around her she didn't resist even when I took her and held her close to my body. I give her a few kisses on the lips and she opened her mouth taking my tongue in, sucking on it like a bitch in heat.

"Baby, you're quite a hot number," I said jokingly.

"Wow, when I'm with someone like you it's hard to resist."

"Don't worry, baby, you don't have to resist, I'm all yours."

I began to toy with the buttons on the back of her blouse and she still didn't move even as I slipped my hand onto her bare skin.

My dick was getting stiff as a rock and I figured I was going to get my nuts with this one. She was going to spread those pretty legs of hers with no trouble at all.

I pulled at the back of her neck pulling her down on the sofa and half laid on top of her. I was big, almost six foot and she was a very small chick. She was almost completely covered by my chest as we continued to make out.

By this time my dick was rock hard and ready to bust out of my pants.

I took my hand and placed it on my prick.

"Oh baby," she moaned, "you really have a big one, don't you?"

"The better to make you happy with," I said.

I thought that I felt her stiffen slightly but still and all she seemed willing. Her mouth was still parted and my tongue still explored the inside of her mouth moving slowly, sensuously around her teeth and around her own tongue.

Then, I began to unbutton her blouse. There was still no resistance. And so I went on. I undid the clasp on her bra and then brought my large hand up under the front of her blouse until I reached her brassiere. I slipped my fingers up under the material and squeezed the large orbs of flesh that were there massaging them gently, moving up over the round fullness until I found the nipple erect with pleasure, throbbing with need.

"Oh, baby," I moaned, "I'm going to take good care of you."

Suddenly I sat up pushing the material of the blouse up over her tits and lifting the bra as I did, her two full tip-tilted breasts fell out of their confinement and into view. I was nearly crazy with excitement. I lowered my head and began to suck on one nipple, then the other, my head moving fast between the two licking in the space of the valley and then up the tit to the other side.

She was moaning and groaning beneath me, whirling her head from side to side on the sofa.

As I kissed and licked and sucked on her tits my free hand moved down to her thighs and onto her hip. Then, without warning, I reached for her cunt through her slacks.

Instinctively, her legs closed, tightened on my hand. I expected it was a reflex action and that she would open them but she didn't. Instead, I felt her body go rigid.

"No, not there-please, don't touch me there!"

"What do you mean, baby-what do you mean don't touch you there?"

"I don't want to have you touch me there. I don't want you to get too excited."

"What do you mean, you don't want me to get too excited? I'm already hotter than I've ever been before," I lied, "I'm already for you, baby, all ready, stiff dick and all."

"Please," she murmured, "please don't-"

"Don't what?"

"Don't touch my pussy. Please don't. I don't want you to."

I figured she just needed a little bit more working up before she was ready to get laid so I played like I would go along with what she was saying.

"Okay, baby, have it your way but you don't know what you're missing," I said and returned to her tits.

I worked the nipples as I would a tiny piece of dough between my thumb and forefinger until she was moaning with delight, until she was totally loose again, ready I thought for my next move.

I held her in my arms tightly and slid her up along the sofa until she was stretched out. Then, I rolled my body on top of hers full length moving my legs between her own until my cock was resting against her cunt through the material of our clothing.

"Please," she murmured, "please don't do that. It makes me uncomfortable, it makes me feel badly."

"Don't worry baby, I'm not doing anything. We're still fully dressed, remember?"

"No," she said, "I don't want to."

I was beginning to boil inside. I was beginning to lose all control, beginning to lose my temper with this bitch. Here she had worked me up and now she wasn't going to put out. She was just another one of those fucking cock teasers. But I knew how to handle them. I had heard my father calling my mother a cock tease late at night in their bedroom and I heard the slaps, heard the ruckus and then the moans.

I knew how these women wanted to be treated. I knew how they had to be treated so they'd know who was the man so that they didn't give any shit.

"Shut up, baby, shut up and lay there now. Let me do it," I said.

I began to kiss her again but her body was rigid. She was trying to push me away. The harder I kissed her the more resistant she became until at last her voice was raised in almost a scream. She was pounding against my chest to get off her.

"Please, get off, leave me alone, I don't want to do it anymore. I don't want to make out with you."

"Look, baby, it's too late," I breathed heavily into her ear, "you have me too turned on to turn it off now. Ain't no way that I'm gonna go without my getting into that snatch of yours. No way I'm going to let you go without my getting my nuts off."

"No," she screamed, "no, you can't, I won't let you."

"Has nothing to do with your letting me or not," I answered. "Now I'm going to take what I want so you might as well enjoy it."

As I lay on top of her my hands slipped down onto her ass and then further down to her crack until my fingers were on her cunt from behind. Slowly I massaged the mound through her clothing hoping to warm her up. Hoping to get her to a point where she'd be more than willing to give me what I wanted, so that I didn't have to take it.

"Stop it," she cried. "Stop it, I said. Get off me! You're nothing but a punk, you don't have any respect, you don't know how to handle a woman."

"Well see about that," I said, "well see about that when I've got this big dick up your pussy."

"No," she shouted, "no! You can't, I won't let you!"

"We'll see, baby," I said, bringing my lips down onto hers again.

She was fighting me now and I enjoyed it. I liked the feeling of having her squirm and wiggle beneath me. I liked the feeling of her fighting against me because I knew what I was going to do whether or not she like; it.

"Now look here, bitch, I want some pussy and I want it now," I said. My voice was full of power. I knew she was frightened. I knew at the same time that I meant it and I did.

I pulled her brassiere and her blouse from her body leaving her naked from the waist up.

Then, without any hesitation, I undid the zipper and the button on the side of her slacks.

She seemed too stunned, too scared to do anything but lay there. In no time I had her stark naked and then proceeded to undress myself.

I couldn't tell whether she was excited at the fact she was going to be laid or if it was just watching me undress. I knew she had the hots for me a long time. I knew that she wanted my body close to hers, wanted my big dick that I saw her eyeing at every opportunity. That hot cunt wanted fucking , wanted sucking.

As I slipped my levis down over my hips my cock leaped from its confinement and stood out from my body all eight inches of it, solid and stiff, ready to give this broad the fucking of her life.

"Oh, please," she murmured, "please, don't-"

"I told you what I was going to do and I meant it. Now you might as well enjoy it. Might as well get some fun out of this."

I looked down at her on the sofa, at her beautiful cunt and the mass of blonde pussy hair. I could tell she was excited. The juice was glistening in the dim light. So there was no question about the fact that she was ready for the fucking I was going to give her.

I quickly removed the rest of my clothing and then grabbed hold of her, pulling her down on the rug with me. I got between her hot legs.

She was squirming and pushing at me, trying to get me to roll off her. Trying to make me stop what I was about to do.

I took hold of her nipples between my fingers and squeezed unmercifully making her groan with pleasure and pain.

She stiffened slightly as my cock began to slide up and down the crack of her pussy but at the same time I could see that she was giving in. Could see she was surrendering as little moans escaped from her lips.

I was dry humping her now. Massaging her tits, I kissed her at the same time.

Her legs moved slowly now, up and down my muscular hairy legs. Her pussy was more open and she brought her legs up higher and higher until at last they were wrapped around my waist.

Her nipples were stifferect. I knew I had gotten through to her. I knew that she was excited, knew that she really wanted me now. Knew that there was very little she could do now to resist me anymore.

I reached down between her legs and felt her cunt. It was sopping wet with her own juice. She was very well lubricated and able to take my cock.

I couldn't understand what the big deal was. I knew she wasn't a virgin. I knew at least two guys who had had her. It was my own impression that she just liked to be forced. liked to be persuaded by her man, to let him work to have her.

Slowly I arched my body so that the head of my dick was poised just outside of her cunt lips, just outside of those big beautiful pussy lips that were about to be forced open by my dick and take it all the way to the core.

"You ready, baby?"

"Oh, please, please don't," she moaned.

"You still trying to push that bullshit act, still trying to convince me that you don't want it?"

Suddenly she was silent. She looked away, stopped hiding, stopped resisting me.

I knew I had her where I wanted her now. Right down on the ground with her cunt spread wide open and my dick just outside of her cunt lips was where she was.

Slowly I began to work the head of my dick between those swollen pink pussy lips. Slowly I moved it inward until I felt her cunt open and the head of my cock slip in.

I was driving her nuts pushing the head of my dick against her clitoris again and again, in and out, in and out, until she was a whimpering mass of feelings on the floor. . Then, without warning, I took my cock and directed it at her cunt opening. In one easy swift motion, I took her like a bitch in heat. I shoved my dick all the way into her pussy making her groan with ecstasy.

After that, it was a cinch. I began to bang and bump into her cunt with my dick filling her slit with each powerful stroke I gave her.

After a moment or two her own hips began to pick up my rhythm. She began to keep time with my bucking fucking dick driving in and out of her love hole.

I massaged her tits and licked and bit at the nipples and at her neck kissing her and pumping her pussy wildly.

"How's that, baby? How do you like that dick up your cunt?"

She didn't answer. She only moaned her agreement and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Come on, bitch, squirm on that dick. Work the head of that cock," I demanded.

In another moment her hips were racing with mine, racing toward fulfillment.

I moved up on her body so that my dick would rub against her clitoris with each stroke. I really had her going nuts now, I really had her screaming out beneath me, pleading with me to fuck her, pleading with me to give it to her harder, faster.

"Dick me, honey," she cried, "dick me. Give me that fucking cock! Drive me crazy with it, baby," she gasped beneath me tightening her grip on my neck, pulling my head down on her stiff erected nipples.

My dick was sloshing in and out of her cunt now from the tiny clitoral orgasm she was having, one after the other.

Then, without warning, I pulled my dick out of her pussy, totally withdrew it from her body.

"Oh, don't, please don't stop now!" she shrieked.

"Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you," I said sliding down along her body until my mouth was level with her cunt. Then, I began to lick and suck at her wet pussy.

"How's that, baby?"

"Oh, it's so good," she moaned "I thought you didn't want me."

"Oh, I was crazy, crazy not to-"

"Spread those legs bitch."

"Anything, just don't stop, please don't stop," she moaned.

"Wider," I said, demandingly.

Her legs opened and her hole was vulnerable to me, vulnerable to my tongue's attack, vulnerable to my mouth.

I reached up over her body and took hold of one of her tits massaging it as I sucked on her cunt I found her clitoris and nibbled gently at it with my lips.

I spread her pussy wide and drove her more crazy as my tongue slipped in past her outer lips and teased and played with her inner lips.

My cock was, if possible, even more rock hard; it felt like it was going to burst. It felt like it was going to fill that pussy with a gallon of come.

I couldn't stand having my cock out of her cunt very long and so moved back up onto her body and put my dick back into her cunt.

"Take it, baby," I moaned. "Take that fucking hot dick."

"Give it to me," she cried. "Give it to me as hard as you can, as fast as you can-I want it all!"

I did just that. My dick flew now in and out of her pussy like a piston racing out of control. Again and again I slashed her slit with my sword, spreading it wide open and getting my dick in to the base, feeling my balls slap gently against her body as I drove it into the depths of her body.

She was squirming like an eel now. She was gasping for oxygen. Her head thrashed back and forth from the floor, ready for anything more I had to give her, ready for anything I wanted to do to her. She was helpless, she was totally my creature now.

I continued plugging her pussy for another ten or fifteen minutes until I knew she couldn't bear it any more and then I began to let myself really go. I began to relish my own feelings now, began to relish the feeling of her tight cunt lips clinging and clasping my dick, pulling my cock deeper into her, deeper and further with each stroke.

"You were made to be fucked, baby-made to be fucked by me."

"Give it to me," she moaned, "give it to me!"

Her teeth then clenched tightly and her nails were sticking into my back , her heels were firmly planted on the carpet and she arched her cunt and belly up toward me allowing me to get deeper into her pussy than before.

I was in heaven. In another moment, my mind snapped and I felt my whole body responding to my cock.

"Hang on, hang on," I cried out, "this is it! Take this fucking load! Take this load up your wet snatch."

I was blinded by spiraling lights, by weird siren sounds going off in my head and then it happened. I felt my dick expanding in her cunt, felt it swell and then burst forth with a great load of come; spurt after spurt shot into her cunt

"You fucking cunt whore, you no-good slut, take that fucking cock!"

"Oh, baby," she moaned, "oh baby, give it to me, give it to me good! Oh, I'm coming-I'm coming! Take it, drive me nuts, aaah!"

I drilled her like never before, I filled that pussy to capacity, driving and smashing in her cunt with my tool. And then, finally it was over, finally the two of us lay there naked and spent. We gasped for air, trying to return to reality-

Now that it was all over, she wouldn't talk to me. She wouldn't say a word. She just got dressed and left. I never figured that she would tell anybody, I never figured she'd do what she did. But, a couple of hours later the doorbell rang. There were two cops standing at the door. That was my first arrest. That was the first time I entered the clank. I served a year and a half at the boys' reformatory. I think that's when I really learned to hate bitches, learned not to trust them. I used to lay awake nights thinking of all the cunt I was going to bust when I got out. All the fucking snatches I was going to make pay.

like I said, that was the first time. After that, I was a confirmed believer that the way to handle a cunt was to treat her like one.

I guess you can tell by the record that I was married for a while. Now that I think about it, it was really a short while and it only lasted seven months before the bitch divorced me.

I remember how she used to be when we were dating. She loved the way I treated her, she loved being treated like a cunt.

I used to slap her around a bit, but after we were married I guess she didn't dig it as a steady diet.

I remember one night I came in from work. It was just before she divorced me. I couldn't believe my eyes. Nothing had been done in the apartment it was exactly as it was when I had left in the morning. The breakfast dishes were still in the sink, the bed was unmade and worst of all there was no sign of Donna.

I was fit to be tied. I paced the apartment for about an hour waiting for her, waiting for a phone call, anything, to find out where she was. And I was becoming more furious.

I decided to go out and get myself a couple of drinks. Decided to see how that would set with me.

I knew beforehand that she was in for double trouble. I was fucking mad enough as it was but once I got a few drinks under my belt, there was not going to be any saving of this chick.

I was out for a couple of hours in a neighborhood bar getting my belly full of booze and then I decided it was time to go home.

When I walked into the apartment this time it was different The place had been straightened up and Donna was in the kitchen doing the dishes.

Without any hesitation, I walked toward the kitchen and the sounds there. I walked up to her at the sink and when she turned around to say hello I let her have it across the face.

"You bastard!" she cried. "You dirty bastard!"

"Watch your mouth, baby, watch that mouth or I'll bust it for you."

"I'm tired of you, Lm tired of your animal ways. I'm sick to death of being treated like a slave around this place, doing all the work, the cooking, the washing, the ironing. And what do I get from you but abuse."

"That's what a woman's made for, baby, to take care of her man. To make sure that everything's done in the house and to be a good lay, that's all you have to worry about. You don't have to worry about another fucking thing, you don't have to worry about getting the bricks to support this place. You don't have to worry about working in a place you can't stand all day."

"Oh yeah, what makes you think I can stand this place? What makes you think I can stand the sight of you any more? You're not a man, you're an animal. You're a no-good, fucking animal."

That was the first time I'd ever heard her use that kind of language and I saw red. No wife of mine was going to talk to me like that.

I grabbed her by the hair and slapped her hard across the face and then gave her a back hand. I saw the blood begin to trickle down from her lips.

She grabbed my arm and tried to pull her hair free from my grip but there was nothing that was going to make me let go. My hand was vise-like.

"Let go, you no-good son-of-a-bitch! Let go of me! I hate you, I hate you, hate the sight of you! I don't want anything more to do with you, I'm getting a divorce!"

"So you're getting a divorce are you? That's what you think."

In another moment I was dragging her out of the kitchen by her hair, dragging her toward the bedroom.

"You need a good fucking, baby. You need a big stiff dick up your pussy to straighten you out"

"I don't want to have sex with you. I don't want to, ever. I won't go to bed with you again!"

'Too fucking bad. But as long as your my wife, so long as you're living under this roof you'll do as I say, do you understand that?"

She didn't answer. She just held onto her hair as I yanked her through the apartment.

When we got into the bedroom, I took her and threw her down onto the bed fully clothed.

I was really like an animal now. A violent, uncaged animal set loose and starving for prey.

I moved up to her and in one motion I ripped off her blouse from her body leaving her only her brassiere.

In another instant it too was gone, flying through the air across the room, landing in a crumpled heap on the other side.

"Stop it," she cried, "stop it, I don't want to! I don't want to have sex with you, I've got to get out of here!"

"You'll do just as you're told," I said, and gave her another back hand across the face. She began to get up but I took a strong arm and pushed her back. "Now stay there, baby, just stay there unless you want to get the beating of your life, one that you'll never forget!"

I saw the fear register in her face and I was aware of the fact that she knew I was serious. That she knew I would do exactly as I threatened.

As it was, she was going to get a beating anyway.

I advanced on her again and this time I grabbed hold of her light summer weight skirt and her slip at the same time. I gave one hard yank which popped the buttons on her skirt but still the waistband of her slip didn't give. I gave a second and then a third tug and then I heard the material rip leaving her standing there only in her panties. I discarded the handful of shredded clothing and moved back onto the panties. They were sheer, see-through, and easy to dispose of.

She was naked now. Naked and available. The way I wanted her, the way she should be.

As I started to undress, Donna made a bee-line for the door, tried to run out of the bedroom but I stuck my foot out and tripped her on the rug.

"Let me out of here. You have no right to hold me here, you bastard!" She swored at me, the hatred flashing from her eyes, tears of frustration running down her cheeks.

"I told you, baby, so long as you're my wife, so long as you're here, you're going to do what I want you to do. Then if you want, you can get the fuck out. But now, you're mine. Understand that? You're all mine, you're my property, you belong to me."

"I don't belong to anyone. I'm my own person. No one owns me."

"We'll see about that," I said.

I grabbed her and moved her over to the bed. I sat down on the edge of the mattress and forced her down onto my lap.

"You no good fucking cunt," I snarled bringing my arm down firmly onto her ass. "You lazy cunt, lousy fuck," I screamed at her giving her another resounding slap. I beat again and again on her ass until it was pink, until it was red, until she was crying, screaming for me to stop.

"Now, you going to do what I tell you to do, baby?"

"Oh, anything, just stop it, I can't stand this anymore!"

"Okay, get on that bed now. Lay on your back and spread those legs wide, spread them wide for your husband, because he's going to fuck the shit out of you, baby."

There was no missing the contempt in her eyes, no missing the hate that I knew she was feeling. But I didn't care, it matched my own. I was ready to take her on and ten others like her. I couldn't stand here, I didn't ever love her. Now, I think I openly hated her. She was frightened enough to do as I said and lay on her back with her legs obediently open.

"Okay, now, finger that pussy, baby, finger that pussy while I undress."

"No," she said, "that's enough. I don't have to degrade myself, I don't have to put up with this."

"You have to put up with whatever I tell you, you understand that? You filthy cunt-"

"Who the hell do you think you are?" She outraged.

"I think I'm your fucking old man, baby, and so long as I am you're going to do as you're told."

"I won't do it"

I approached the bed and raised my hand bringing it down hard across her cheek. "What do you mean you won't do it? Do you want more of the same?"

"No," she answered meekly. "No, please don't."

"All right, then do as I told you."

She lay back down on the bed and without any further hesitation, her fingers moved down between her legs and she began to finger her pussy spreading her lips open and playing with her clitoris.

"Thaf s it, baby, work that cunt up, get it nice and wet and ready for me."

I was out of my clothes and moving onto the bed now with my dick fully extended in front of me stiff as a board.

"Okay, arch that fucking pussy up at me. Give it to me, baby."

She did as she was told. There was no more resistance. None at all.

She lifted her cunt up at me and shoved it toward my face. I began to lick and suck on it, spreading her legs further and making her more vulnerable to me. Her pussy was spread out in front of me waiting for me to lick and suck at her slit.

I knew that pissed as she was with me now that as soon as I started making love to her she would change her tune. It there was one thing that Donna couldn't resist it was a stiff cock.

As soon as I began to suck on he; clit she began to let out little cries of pleasure. I could tell that she was trying to suppress them but nothing she could do could hide her feelings. No way to hide what she was experiencing as my tongue moved wetly, sleekly over her pussy catching her clit and gently nibbling on it.

If there was one thing I knew how to do it was to heat up my women, to make certain they got to the point where they would enjoy what I was going to do to them further.

I spread her cunt lips with my thumbs and eased my tongue up into her crack. Gently, sweetly, I inhaled the pungent aroma of her pussy, filling my nostrils with the lovely aroma of her cunt.

In another moment she was mine. As gentle as a kitten, I had her exactly where I wanted her.

"Oh, suck me, oh, do it to me! Eat my pussy. Run your tongue up and down my crack," she murmured, rolling her head from side to side and pushing her cunt harder and faster into my face. I pushed her legs even further back onto the bed until that cunt was totally open and available to my lips as they begin to kiss and bite her pussy lips again.

She was really grooving on my tongue now as I deposited kisses and bites up and down the entire length of her slit.

"Oh do me, baby, do me like you always do!"

"I thought you didn't want to fuck with me?"

"I'm sorry," she moaned, "I lost my head. I didn't know what I was saying. You're the best man I've ever had."

"That's it, baby, keep talking, keep talking and keep those legs spread. Take your fucking husband, baby, let him turn you on, make him let you feel like a real woman-a no-good slut woman. All you're good for is getting fucked. What else would you want, what else could you ask for?"

"Oh, nothing, baby, take it, take it, and make me scream!"

"I'll make you scream, bitch, I'll make you scream with delight."

I left my beard rub against the soft skin of he; ass letting it rub gently on her soft skin, letting her know that I was there. Letting her know that she had a real man between her legs eating out her cunt.

Her cunt juices were flowing freely, wetting her slit, sopping the cunt hairs around it, and my face was soaked wet as I licked and sucked at her sweet juice taking as much of it into my mouth as I could get and making her secrete more and more as my tongue moved in and out of the squirming slit.

She couldn't stop moaning and thrashing her head back and forth on the mattress as I ate her pussy again and again slipping my tongue into her cunt and moving it up to the clitoris. She had already had two clitoral orgasms, she was truly heated up now, her cunt was juicing faster than I could suck it up. Her body was responding to me as it always did, completely and fully. She was mine and I knew it. In another moment, I spread her legs even wider, making her put her ankles down and her head thrashing. Her cunt was absolutely vulnerable to my attack.

"Now I'm going to fuck you, baby, are you ready?"

"Oh, yes," she moaned. "Yes, I'm ready. Take me! Take my pussy, take it and make it yours!"

"It is mine."

"Oh, yes, honey, oh yes!"

"I'm going to fuck you now bitch. Going to fuck the shit out of you."

"I need it, baby, I need it so bad!"

"And now you're going to get it."

I put her two feet together and held them with one hand. With my other hand I directed my cock head at her pussy and drove it into between the swollen lips of her cunt.

She gasped slightly as my dick spread her lips and then I tortured her cunt moving it up and down the slit until she was crying-whining for more dick.

"Are you ever going to disobey me again, baby?"

"No, I promise I won't. Just fuck me, fuck me, now!"

"Okay, baby, take it, bitch, take this stiff cock."

"Oh, give it to me, give it to me," she cried. I took my dick and shoved it into her pussy all the way taking long, slow strokes, I filled her cunt to capacity over and over again with my stiff tool.

There was no question in my mind but that she loved what was happening. That she loved what was happening to her pussy. That she loved the man who was fucking her. There was no question but that I was right about women. That they all loved a big stiff dick up their cunt, loved to be dominated by a man, loved to get slapped around before they were made love to. It let them know who they were, helped them to keep their identity as women.

My cock was bursting with energy but yet I gave it to her nice and slowly. Steadily it went in and out of her slit till I thought she would go crazy beneath me. I fingered her clitoris with my fingers after placing her legs on my shoulders. She was whimpering and whining on the bed beneath me, trying to squirm onto my dick faster but I held her in place with my hands firmly on the upper part of her thighs.

There was nothing she could do but lay there and get stiff dicked by me. Nothing she could do to prevent it.

Donna loved cock almost more than any other woman I ever came in contact with. And she loved being dominated. I still don't know why she left me, why she divorced me. I know that she dug the kind of life we had and I knew she'd be lost without me telling her what to do and how to do it. I just didn't understand why she really did leave, why she divorced me. But anyway, back to my story.

So I had this bitch spread out on the bed before me, my cock up her pussy, and my fingers alternating between her clit and her tits. It was a pretty sight that her cunt made as it sucked my dick, as it clung to my wet shining cock, as I pushed and pulled in her body.

Her cunt felt like a thousand tiny fingers were massaging my dick. She had one hell of a pussy. I don't know where she learned how to use it so expertly. But she could just about milk my dick and make me come whenever she was ready. She did something with her cunt muscles that made my body tense, that made my body give in to her pussy and shoot my load.

That was one thing about Donna that I was never able to control. She held the ultimate power to make me come; the only way I could stop it was by pulling out. And only then if I was able to get my dick out of her before she had gotten me to the point where I couldn't stop.

She sure knew how to work that cunt muscle. She knew how to take a man and make him shoot her full of cream.

Her tits were swollen and heavy and I played with the nipples and her cunt until she was so restless and gasping for air and release that I knew she couldn't go much further. I sunk my dick again to. the depths of her pussy, slowing, maddeningly slowly for. both of us. But it was a good kind of torture. It was a magnificent kind of pleasure mixed with pain.

I wante; to ram her cunt, to fuck her pussy like a hot rabbit on his bunny's snatch but yet I knew that there could be nothing better than this for either of us.

"Oh, fuck me," she moaned, "fuck me. Give it to me harder!"

"Don't worry, bitch, you'll get it when the time's right. When the time's right I'll ram that pussy."

"Oh, do it to me hard, do it to me hard!" she cried piteously. "I want you inside of me all the way. I want to feel that cock driving me nuts!"

"It already is, baby."

"Yes, I know, but I want it faster. I want it harder."

"Just lay there, baby, let me fuck you. Don't tell me how to fuck or I'll slap the shit out of you."

"Please," she moaned, "give it to me, harder! M

"Just lay back and enjoy it," I said, tugging her nipples a little harder. I gave her a little more dick than I did before. Now I was grinding my full length of cock into her with each completed stroke.

I could tell that she was near the end of the line. I could tell that she was completely worked up, that she was a mass of nerve endings. All over her body she was broken out in goose bumps.

"Oh, baby, I can't take any more! Fuck me!" She groaned over and over again. "Fuck me, fuck me to the bone!"

"That's it, bitch! Take it now, take that dick slow."

I knew that Donna was good for as many orgasms as I could give her. I knew that she got hotter and hotter as we went along.

I sent my dick into her more slowly, letting all her moist cunty flesh surround my dick, and gobble it into her body. She was a fine bitch, dynamite!

"Fuck me, stud," she moaned. "Fuck me!"

"I am, baby, I'm fucking that cunt of yours good."

"I can't-I can't hold it any longer-"

"Go over, baby, go over!" I yelled.

"Oh," she cried. "Oh, give me that cock!" She was nearly screaming. "Give me that big beautiful dick!"

"You got it, baby, you got it right up that snatch of yours. Tighten that pussy!"

Now it was just a matter of time. Just a matter of minutes before the two of us would explode in the white heat of our passion, until we could only gasp, only cry and scream, and cling to each other, as I pounded her pussy into a jellied ecstasy with my dick which would be fired by her beautiful sweet cunt

Again and again I drove my dick into her, slowly, steadily; my cock felt like a board fantastically stiff, fantastically ready to plunge deeper into the bottom of her cave. Once I heard the ultimate signal, once I heard my own voice and felt my nuts give way, felt the fluid boiling to the tip of my cock and into her pussy.

Now it was only a matter of the briefest seconds before she moaned beneath me, groaning, screaming, hollering-and then I let her have it full force. I pounded her snatch until she let out a final scream for mercy, until she pleaded with me to slow down. At the same time my hands struck out at her ass, her beautiful round firm ass. I slapped with each cock stroke.

She was gone, she was over the limit now. Her cunt was making a final strain on my dick. Her pussy was overflowing; she'd taken all she could take of my pummeling dick. Her body had to have its release. She opened up the dam and allowed the juice to flow out.

Her fingernails dug into my back, into my biceps, her lips seeking out mine. I couldn't stand it any more and my own dick exploded, shooting into her a steady stream of come.

The next day when I got home she wasn't there. She'd gone to stay at her mother's. The next thing I knew, I was divorced.

INTERVIEW THREE

Well, after that, it was pretty grim up until I was caught. I mean I didn't have any steady pussy any more. I wasn't the type of guy who could do without it, not even for a night. At first I tried getting it the legitimate way but that didn't work. Then I tried some whores but that didn't give me too much satisfaction so then I decided, fuck it, I would get myself some pretty broads to lick. That was one way of getting my rocks off.

This particular night I saw this chick as I was walking to the subway. The goddam broad probably wanted to get fucked and raped. Anyone who has a ground floor apartment and walks around in a negligee deserves to get raped.

At any rate, I walked right up to the apartment building. The front door was open. I couldnt tell which apartment she was in so I simply rang the doorbell.

It happened to be her apartment all right.

"Who is it?"

She didn't seem to be too suspicious. She opened the door and just stood there. "Yes?" she smiled.

She stepped back a little. "What do you want?" She asked pleasantly. "I want you."

She suddenly changed her expression and the door began to close. But it was too late. I was already inside.

"Hey, get out of here!" She shouted. "I don't want any trouble."

"Then you shouldn't be walking around like that in plain sight," I said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset anybody. I didn't realize that-"

"That's alright, baby, you didn't upset me. You just turned me on. What do you say you and I have a little fun?"

"No, man, leave me alone and get out of here! Leave, and well call it a night."

"I'll leave, but first Id like to get a little of what's hiding under that pretty red gown of yours."

"Please, just leave me alone! I'm expecting company any minute," she said.

I could tell by the tone that she was lying. I could tell she wouldn't be receiving company in that outfit. Or maybe she would. But that didn't matter.

"Look-if you don't get out of here I'll scream," she said.

"If you scream I'll kill you."

I could see the panic in he; eyes. I saw that she knew at that point it was no use. She was trapped.

"Why don't we go into the other room?" I said.

I could see the bed through the open door of what must be the bedroom.

"Sure," she answered, "Let's go." A little too coolly, I thought.

We started walking toward the bedroom and then suddenly she made a mad dash to the door. She had it opened but I was too quick for her. My hands landed on it and slammed it shut.

Then she turned to me and slapped out at me as hard as she could.

I wanted to show this chick I wasn't fooling around. I slapped her back, real hard.

Then I took her by the arm and led her into the bedroom.'I'm warning you, bitch, one false move and your dead."

I threw her onto the bed and she fell on her back. The material of her negligee moved up her leg until her thighs were completely visible and I could see the outline of her panties.

There was no two ways about it. My cock was king that night. It was so hard and thick and I didn't even realize that while staring I had opened my zipper. Without any further hesitation I took that big dick out of my pants. And then she knew I meant business. She opened her mouth and began to scream but I fixed that fast. I leaped on top of the bed where she lay and beat my fist into her mouth.

"I told you, baby, one move-one wrong move-and you're going to be dead."

I moved between her legs now and began to touch her thighs. They were long and full and beautiful. Shapely. She shook her head from the belt I had just given her and slowly blinked herself back to total awareness. I had used the time when she was still woozy to disrobe her and get out of my own clothes.

I could tell that this one was going to fight me all the way. Immediately she began to slap out at me which pissed me off, got me fucking mad.

I was doing the best I could to be easy on her instead of just knocking her out cold and taking her body for my use. I was trying to be sweet and gentle. I punched her around a little bit, just to show her who was boss. To show her that I meant what I said. I could tell I wasn't going to waste any time with this broad. I slipped onto the bed and crawled between her spread legs. She was fighting like a hell cat but it didn't do any good. I positioned my cock and pushed it into her hot tight cunt. At first she stiffened and then her body shuddered as I continued to drive my dick further into her pussy. If she wanted to be a bitch, she was going to get fucked like one. I didn't care that her cunt was dry that she was in agony. My own dick didn't feel so good as it drove into that dry cunt. But I knew before long it would become lubricated, that I would be able to fuck that chick in her own cunt juice. It was no good to try to con or sweet talk this bitch, she didn't want it and nothing I could do would make her want it. But still I had my cock in her pussy and that's where I wanted it. I continued to pump into her, spreading her legs wide. I squeezed and kneaded her breasts until the sweet light flesh turned pink and then I continued to squeeze harder and harder her nipples until they were a flame red and she cried out begging me to stop.

But I continued driving my dick into her, still pinching her nipples, squeezing them as hard as I could, making her plead for mercy. I promised her that the louder she got the harder I would squeeze until at last in an attempt to calm me down she shut up and spread her legs and let me fuck her.

I slapped her breasts and her face and then suddenly, as if out of nowhere, her whole attitude changed. I guess that I finally got to her as she whimpered and moaned as my cock went tearing and roaring inside of her now. I suddenly went mad as her cunt lubricated and my dick slid in and out without the slightest resistance. I reached under her and dug my fingers into her ass-cheeks and held onto her until she was whimpering like a bitch in heat. I didn't waste any more time with this cunt, I wanted to fuck her. I took my finger and stuck it into her tight ass-hole and dug deep and twisted my finger as I dug my other hand into her ass-cheeks.

It was all happening inside of me, it was going fast and furious now. My dick was slipping in and out of her pussy and she was whimpering and moaning beneath me. Suddenly I felt her come, felt her orgasm stiffen more and shoot forward spreading my cream into her sweet hungry cunt.

After I was finished I just wanted to get out of there. I hadn't had so much resistance from a pussy in a long time. I reached for the nearest thing I could which was her negligee. I ripped a big piece out of it and made her open her mouth stuffing it into her. Then I tied her hand and told her not to move while I got dressed. I don't know why I was being so kind to this bitch. I tied her in such a way that she could easily get loose but I didn't want her giving me a hard time while I was getting dressed and making my getaway. At any rate, that's what happened. I got dressed and took off. I went flying out of that apartment and down the street and into the open city where there were a lot of people and places. I ducked into a subway and was gone into the night.

And that's what happened, Doc, time after time after time until one time I wasn't slick enough. One time I didn't count on there being a roommate in the next room even though this fucking broad told me. I didn't believe her, I thought it was just another story. Until the cops arrived.

CASE HISTORY EIGHT

Subject: Herb C. Age: Thirty-three

INTERVIEW ONE

Herb C. was referred to the prison psychiatric staff due to his hostile and aggressive behavior towards his fellow inmates. The patient was not eager for psychiatric help, rather, he was uncooperative and secretive.

But with careful maneuvering and questioning, I was able to draw the patient out of himself. He then relayed his feelings to me with ease. His story is related as follows:

I don't know how I got into all this, Doc. I used to just be a happy traffic cop. I used to work at a traffic intersection at a small public school-P.S. 110. And I didn't know it then, Doc, but I used to watch those little girls as they went in and out.

It was all I could do to control myself. As I directed them across the street, I watched their little skirts flying and see their panties underneath.

They weren't little girls, Doc, really. They were about-oh, I guess ten, eleven. And on a hot day, Doc, I could just smell those little pussies. Those juicy, wet, succulent pussies.

I went crazy! I just couldn't stand it any longer. I had to have some. I had to smell it. I had to eat it. I wanted it, and I had to have it.

Doc, there was this one little girl in school that I just couldn't keep my eyes off of. Her name was Samantha. She was a beautiful little thing-about eleven years old. She would always say "hi" to me as she went by. But then towards the end, she would want to walk home with me, Doc. She was so beautiful and pretty. She had long, blonde hair and that china complexion. Her titties were just beginning to show, and I could tell and hear by the swish of her underwear that she was beginning to come into her womanhood.

Doc, I could smell it-I could just smell that sweet pussy. I had to have her. She was always so willing to walk with me, talk with me. And I knew that I could have her. It was just a question of time.

One hot summer day, Doc, I asked her if she wanted to go with me to a vacant lot. Yeah, I couldn't resist any more, Doc. I just had to do it. I had to see, I had to smell, I had to eat that beautiful young virgin pussy-that unfucked cunt.

There was a secluded lot away from everything, and I told her to lie down on the grass.

"But Herb," she protested, "what are you going to do to me?"

"Hush," I said, "don't be frightened." I then began to stroke her beautiful thighs, to grasp up around her waist.

"I'm not going to hurt you-honest, I'm not. In fact, I like you a lot."

Gosh, Doctor-it was all I could do to control myself. My dick was swollen and hungry for that young pussy. It strained against my constricting underwear. I thought to myself that in a while it would be shooting its creamy come-and I could hardly wait.

I felt the little girl tremble as she felt my big hands inch their way up towards her little panties. She was just a kid. She really didn't understand what it was about. She only knew that I was a big policeman, and that I would protect her.

The funny thing is Doc, she didn't think there was anything wrong with what I was doing. I could just feel it, I could sense it.

I moved my hands very slowly up the milk-white thigh of the child. I was a little bit nervous, Doc. This was the first time that I had actually even thought of touching one of these little girls. I'd waited so long, Doc. I really had. I can't tell you how many times I thought of these little girls' pussies and how I wanted to eat and fuck them. It was sheer torment, Doc. You don't understand.

I placed my hand on the soft little knee of the nymph, and then slightly kissed her on the cheek. I guess it was at this point, Doc, that she guessed that something peculiar was going on. She was really too innocent to know what was going on. But I guess that in a round way, she was responding to the wonderful things that she would expect as a woman. It was at that moment that she trembled-a little girlish tremble, and I whispered to her that there was no reason to be afraid any more.

I had to get my prick out before it broke in two. The feeling of my hand on that beautiful milk-white skin was more than I could stand. My cock rebelled furiously against its confines. My fingers fumbled with the zipper, but in a moment, my pants were down. I then slid down my underpants and my massive tool swung out into view. I was ready for action-it was really big. I'm a big stud, Doc-a big guy.

Little Samantha's eyes opened wide at the sight of my hard rod-its blue veins and its frantic, bulging red knob at the end were more than her eyes could conceive. Even more fascinating were my big pony balls which pulled up hard against the root of my prick, as I hungered for a chance to send that thick male cream shooting through that hard cock.

"What's wrong, Samantha, haven't you ever seen one of these before?" I asked her, as I gave my big dick a pat.

"No-no! Not like that!" she said. Her voice was full of fright and half bursting with curiosity that was starting to turn my desire into lust. I'd assumed that she had seen her father's prick once or twice-you know, most kids see their fathers when they're taking showers or something like that. And it all seemed to me that she had had some kind of a crazy lecture about the birds and the bees or something, and that in some way she was prepared for what was to come next.

Anyway, Doc, that's all theoretical knowledge. It's quite different from what she was seeing-my frantic male rod, pulsating and fiery, ready to shoot its come.

I just stood there watching my big rod. It was interesting to note that she was almost a woman. She gazed at my big prick, and she started unconsciously licking her tongue, and I knew that she was wondering what it would look like to see that funny-looking pole, that big thing, inside her mouth-or her little twat. As she became consumed by the sight of it, she was more and more eager to know what it was really like.

I guess that through many years with these children Doc, I instinctively knew that this was what her reaction would be. And for that reason, I started moving my hand towards her cunt in order to allow the girl's own instincts to get her in the mood for what it was I had in mind.

"M-May I touch it?" she said. Her voice was timid and thoroughly delightful. She was such a feminine, delicate creature. Her soft little hand reached gingerly out.

"Go ahead, Samantha," I smiled, "I'd like that a lot."

Her fingers were dainty and soft as they touched my rod. It felt like a red-hot poker. I felt my prick quiver and long for contact with the skin of the little girl. I knew that she couldn't hold out though-her feminine instincts were too strong for that sort of thing. And before long, I knew that it wouldn't be enough for her to fondle my huge big toy-my dick. I gasped as I felt the little fingers around my hot meat, and it was just my luck that I didn't go off into her hand and all over her face. I could tell by the nature of her squeezes that her little girlish curiosity was being swabbed by a mounting tide of womanly desire-a womanly desire that was so new-the womanly desire that she would recognize until later in her life.

The time was right for me now, Doc. I couldn't wait to get my paws on that little cunt that I had longed for, for so long. It was then with a tender tickling motion that I swept my hand to the inside of Samantha's thigh, and started to squeeze the soft cunt flesh through her beautiful panties that she was wearing.

She was now a sex-crazed nymph. An implement of my desire. Her face reflected both surprise and overwhelming passion. I could tell that the little creature was getting hot. There was no question. It was obvious.

I observed her increasing arousal, the dampness of her panties, and the sweet smell of her hot, sweaty pussy. As I enjoyed the smell, my fingers worked their way through the panties to the little labia that were waiting for my touch.

This little cunt would never have any problem. She was moist, and there were all signs that she would be sexually satisfied.

"Oh, Officer Herb!" she gulped, "am I supposed to get it all down there? And do you know, Herb, that I have a little button between my legs up towards the front that's getting stiff now. Herb, I don't ever remember it getting stiff like that before. It feels so good-but is it supposed to be like that?"

I kissed her cheek and said, "Of course it is, darling, you're a perfect little woman-that's all. There's nothing to worry about."

I could feel her clit stiffen even more, and I could feel her cunt contract, as I described to her what a woman was all about. I could tell that she was thrilled by her new position. A woman! The idea of being a woman-like her mother-was so exciting that she decided that she must do whatever I said for her to do. And the faster, the better.

I teased myself long enough Doc, just tickling her labia through those moist little panties. But there was a limit to how much waiting my throbbing prick could be expected to put up with. So I pulled her panties down around her slender thighs, and noticed with appreciation how little Samantha sighed, as a draft of cold air hit her stimulated little cunt.

My fingers were back on that cunt now. I was pulling longingly at those soft lips. My little girl friend had started to moan as if she were a full-grown woman. I knew that she was for real, Doc. I knew that it wasn't possible that she'd seen a real woman fuck or be fucked. It was just her feminine instinct Doc. Pure. Pure and simple.

My cock poked out harder and harder as I began to see the moisture from the little girl's cunt dripping over my hand. What a sweet cunt! Even in my best fantasies I never dared to dream that my little girl's twat would be as delicate or as wonderful as this. I prodded my fingers slightly into that lovely, little hole-that beautiful cunny. I had to be careful though, I didn't want to hurt Samantha or damage her hymen. I couldn't believe the sweetness of her hole.

Her smell spurred me on.

"Samantha," I said, consumed with curiosity about the subject, "have you had your first period yet?"

"No," the little girl said with a smile, which showed that she was a healthy, sensual little girl. "I don't have any dumb hang ups about discussing these things. But my mommy has told me all about it. It sounds like a big pain in the neck for us girls."

"Ah, but my little Samantha," I said, giving her little labia a delightful squeeze, "it's when your period begins that a girl really becomes a woman." I told her.

"Oh, then I really hope that I have mine soon!" she exclaimed excitedly. "But what about my boobies? I want to have boobies-just like Mommy and other women do!"

"Don't worry, sweetheart. They'll grow-they'll grow at the same time when you have your first period." At saying this I pulled the cotton dress over her head and started to kiss her dainty little nipples-nipples which any other man would have called uninteresting because they were not yet a woman's. But for me they were as delectable as Cleopatra's must have been to her slave lovers. My tongue slipped all around the delicious buds as they responded beautifully to my caressing lips. They gave the faintest, least perceptible swelling as I browsed over her delicate underdeveloped little chest.

I noticed that her breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps, and it was clear that she was getting more and more worked up by my combined nipple and twat action. I guess it wouldn't have been too long before her little virgin cunt would come. I knew that it was possible for her to come, but not in a way that she would come later on in her life. My free hand was down on my cock, working my aching prick. I wanted to keep from ejaculating, but because it was my plan to finger little Samantha off, so as to initiate her in the joys of the female come, I decided to hold off a little longer.

I knew that she had gotten extra confidence from my severe finger-fucking. I wanted her to blow me, for I was afraid to stick my massive tool into anything as delicate as her little cunt. Besides, I wanted to initiate her into the joys of oral sex, and give her all my spunk to swallow-all of it-every last drop of it.

My fingers were more and more frantic as I beat my huge meat, excited by the pleasure my other hand was giving the little girl. They prodded open her little labia as I moved them in and out, sucking the pussy fluid from them, and occasionally offering her a whiff and a taste of her own pussy juice. She would smile and accept it in her own mouth eagerly, for she was-even for a little girl-really a very sensual piece.

I knew that she was about to come. I could feel it by the tension in her little body. She suddenly gave a few spasmodic jerks and she ground her pussy onto my finger with the fluid draining from her sopping pussy.

That was all there was to it. All of a sudden, a thrill ran through the child's body, and then her beautiful come shocks tore through it, making her gasp and shriek, her shoulders heaving with passion.

My little friend didn't know that this was a new world for her. A beautiful experience-a thing of beauty unknown to her formerly unused cunt. She burst with stabs of sweetness, her cunt contracting, heaving, while still my fingers poked and prodded around her heavenly, aching sweetness.

"Oh, Officer Herb, Officer Herb!" she murmured in her high piping voice, her angel voice, all the while her tiny pelvis bucked and heaved against my hand.

I had hardly touched my prick at all. But the realization that I had gotten a little girl off with my fingering, that I had gotten this delightful little puss off for that matter, was really enough to bring my huge gushing load of male cream off. I could feel the maddening tension of the muscles, a tension which longed for release to come. But somehow I gritted my teeth and managed to keep myself from exploding. My prick was a super-dynamite thing. I knew that the time would come and that I didn't need a blasting cap. Her lovely naked frame lay gasping in front of me. Her expression was priceless. It was the expression of a saint She had so much appeal this little girl-I guess it was a combination of her girlishness and the newness of the sensation she had never felt in her young body, and that mysterious expression of a woman who's been fucked by a real man.

"Oh, Officer Herb," she said. "That was so beautiful. Is that what it means to be a woman? "

I nodded my head.

"How lucky I am, then. The young boys have as much fun as we did."

"Well, certainly," I said, "If they have nice little women like you to do it with."

Once again she smiled one of her adorable smiles to show me how grateful she was for what I had done for her.

"Now remember," I said earnestly, "remember not to tell Mommy or Daddy, or anyone else about this or I can get into a lot of trouble."

"Why?" she asked quizzically. "You mean what we did together? Is there something wrong with what we did?"

She was so innocent, Doc. There was nothing about this girl that wasn't innocent. There weren't any moral judgments about what was right and what was wrong sexually. The truth is-there is nothing wrong with any sexual act, as long as it's done with understanding and consideration for the other person.

And so I said to her, "No, Samantha. We didn't do anything wrong, honey. But there are a lot of people who don't understand that yet. But now I want to try something with you that I think you'll like very much, and it will allow you to be more active than before. Do you want to try, Samantha?"

The little girl clapped her hands, delighted and said, "Oh yes! Yes, Herb. Please, yes!"

I then placed my lips against hers and started to French-kiss her. I began very tenderly of course, moving my tongue softly between her pink, small lips. She had such a tiny, luscious mouth, which made it all the more desirable for kissing.

Anyway Doc, I always felt the female's mouth was one of the most sensual parts of her. And just because this female happened to be a little girl didn't change my feelings any. As I kissed her Doc, I noticed that her clit was beginning to swell again. I tongued her in and out. Her pussy was wet again. As she moved to meet my kisses and my hand, I knew, that she wished it would go on forever and ever. As my tender tongue moved against her pearly teeth and the back of her mouth, as it played wildly with her tongue, my hands meanwhile were tickling at her nipples and against her legs, and I could feel my furious hard rod growing. She responded every time I touched her with it. I could feel her shivers-shivers of longing and fear, like so many virgins, who had not learned how wonderful cock could be. She was a bit scared of the idea of the large thing being stuck in her hole. But I knew that she wanted it more than I.

I knew that she would have liked our tender kissing to continue, but I had other ideas. And so I gently withdrew my mouth and started kissing the little girl on the chin, on the neck, working down towards her beautiful labia while she giggled in the most delightful, feminine sort of way I have ever heard.

I knew where my tongue was heading-to that little girl's sweet cunny. It was like I had never seen a little girl's cunt before. I was very eager, and at the same time it occurred to me that I might be disappointed. My kisses were long, alternating with long sweeping licks, my tongue lapping over the little girl's sleek and velvety skin. I was sucking one of her nipples now. It was so exciting to me, Doc. It made me even more aroused to think about me being an older man, sucking on those baby nipples that were once sucking on her mother's breasts. Samantha sighed at the touch of my tongue on her little rose bud nipples. I knew that she was instinctively enjoying the whole process, as she arched and twitched her small thighs into my grasp.

Sucking and slurping, my tongue licked over the taut little belly, as I thought of her beautiful femininity-her ovaries, uterus, and all the other components of a woman's sexuality. They were not quite ready for my use. This thought made my prick ache without a stiffness or desire. You have no idea of the excitement that I felt for the little unfledged twat. Her perfect virgin mound, her beautiful pussy lips-pink and delicate. I drew my tongue along its exquisite smooth skin-the smooth skin of a little virgin-the skin that would before long be sprouting a huge crop of woman moss. It was just this forecast of the future that turned me on-the little girl.

My tongue slipped back and forth, and the little clit was as perfectly formed as a mature woman's. But of course, it was smaller and more delicate as well as desirable. I knew that the feel of my wet tongue on her clit sent shudders down her spine, as I licked away at her luscious girl flesh.

"Samantha, would you like my prick in your mouth?" I asked.

"Oh, Officer Herb, that would be beautiful!"

It was then that I knew that I could not deny this cute little pussy, and so I swung my body around to little Samantha's doll-like head. I felt her beautiful curious little fingers grab my rod and squeeze it a few times, and then felt her pop it into her mouth like it was some kind of lollipop with a new and unusual taste.

She was such a beautiful cocksucker. I guess she had remembered from her imagination what it was like to suck on her mother's nipples. Or maybe it was because they like to eat a lot of candy. Little girls like Samantha are the most perfect blow-job givers, for they go about their work tremendous enthusiasm that is often lacking in some of the older women who have become bored with cock. Of course, my little cunny was inexperienced, but although experience counts a lot in sex, there is a great deal to be said novice ability. Samantha had it by the carload.

At first, she had just sucked my prick. But then it seemed that she got the idea of combining some tongue thrusts with her usual routine. And much to my pleasure she was sensitive enough to realize that she had done something nice to my body. With this in mind, she build on her experience and began to suck me off with new enthusiasm. My prick jumped and swelled from the torture she was inflicting on it. Her tongue-flicking got my prick harder and harder until it seemed that I would not be able to control myself.

It was all I could do. I was going wild. This little twat was tickling my cock with her beautiful tongue. As she sucked me off, my eager eyes drank in every detail of her little labia, her beautiful cunt hole, her hard little clit and her soft little hole partially covered by the membrane of her hymen. It was incredible how delicate and feminine she was. Every lick of her precious twat was paradise as her sweet juices flowed into my waiting mouth.

At first what I thought was a real girl's smell was not. Her pussy smelled of youth and not experience. This however, made it all the more sexier for me because this emphasized the fact that she was in fact, still a little girl, and not an overblown woman.

We gasping in passion as we sixty-nined, our tongues delicately at work on each other's sexual organs. It was as though we would be consumed by each other's fire-the fire of our lust and desire for each other.

I felt Samantha's body tensing for her to come again for the second time. I was glad. I was glad for the little minx who had worked so frantically and so well on my prick.

I knew that it would be just a question of moments before my dick shot its creamy load into her mouth.

I was only a couple of strokes away. I could feel the weight of my balls filling-filling with the beautiful love cream that I would shoot down her small throat-the kind that would choke her.

Madly I tore at her virgin pussy, and suddenly, her hairless cunt, all pink and sweet was blasting in my face. Her pelvis was bucking hard on me. Her pussy juice was dripping from her cunt past the maidenhead.

I knew that I had gotten her off, and I felt a shudder in my loins as all of a sudden my prick started pumping and gushing, sending the thick creamy loads of come into my little lover's mouth, while her shoulders heaved in ecstasy, my big hands cramming her face down on my big dick.

We rammed into each other's face with our respective, eager private parts. We came together in excellent time. We heaved, bucked and sighed together, and at last, it was over.

We lay together in each other's arms for a short while. It was wonderful to protect the small, beautiful little cunny from the world. This little cunny that would be mine. This little cunny that I would always seek out. This cunt that I loved

My prick slowly oozed from her mouth as I watched her small throat spasm from the terrific load I had imparted there.

I looked at her and smiled. "Good?" I asked.

"Oh, Herbie, you can't imagine how good it tastes."

INTERVIEW TWO

Everything went along just fine for a while, until one day we got caught. I guess it was bound to happen, I was having such a good time with that little cunny. It was all mine-she gave it to me whenever I wanted it. Everyday after school I ate that cunt, Doc. It was all I wanted. It was all I thought about.

Well you know how it is. It was one of those old maid schoolteachers that's not getting any that discovered us out in the vacant lot one day. Yeah, it was her all right-old Miss Craven. Apparently she had seen us walking out of that vacant lot together.

It was a shame too, Doc. Little Samantha and I had had some interesting sexual encounters.

This is what happened before the police came: I had just ordered her over my knees. She responded of course immediately. That's really one of the nice things about having children as lovers. Everything is so new to them. You can try new things that you don't think you're particularly good at. This can always be done in confident expectation. The child will react with wonderment and delight

She was so light and delicate on my lap. So feminine and fragile. It was as if I could break her in two with one blow. But of course, I wanted to bring pleasure to her tender body, for I knew from personal experience that there was real joy mixed up in pain.

As I think about it now, one of the most beautiful aspects of this sexual encounter was the little girl's tenderness and fragility in contrast to my own rugged, masculine need. It was almost a fatherly responsibility that I felt towards her. It was knowing her fragility and the limits that she could withstand. It made it so enticing to me.

My hand hovered above the tiny little globes. The little Dresden china globes that were perfectly formed. The creamiest and whitest that I had ever seen. I knew that they would not be white much longer. It was all I could do to control myself. The little swore to me that she would bathe and dress herself in private so that her parents would not see her reddened bottom. I had discussed this at great length with the little girl, and this in particular, had excited me.

I knew that little Samantha would respond to the flailing I was about to give her. I knew that her clitoris would tighten and harden from the blows that I was about to inflict on her little ass. My hands still hung in the air. It would soon crash onto her fragile buttocks. I could feel the little girl's anticipation, but I knew that I must make her wait. I knew that the torment of waiting was the best part.

Wasp! The blow finally came, and Samantha let out a little yelp. Even though she had told herself that she was going to be brave and keep quiet, I had ordered her to do so. But after the surprise of the first blow, she had managed to get herself together, as she felt the blows plummet down upon her beautiful round cheeks without mercy. I knew that she had told herself she wasn't going to cry, and it was surprising time that she didn't.

Of course, in time I knew that the pain applied in a reasonably large amount would break her will power down, and after a while, after a more and more enthusiastic fanning of her ass cheeks, I began to see her beautiful tears start to form in her eyes and trickle down her lovely smooth cheeks.

Smack! Smack! I could hardly remember when I had enjoyed myself more. My free hand was now fingering the crying girl's pussy as tears gushed from her eyes. She had begun to juice. Her cunt spread easily now. The smell of her little girl twat filled the air.

My hand was stinging, of course, but nothing like so much as the little girl's bottom, judging from how red I saw that it was. First one cheek and then the other repeatedly. That special enchanting flat sound of skin slapping skin rang through the vacant lot's air.

My little Samantha was really sobbing now, her little shoulders heaving as I laid the blows. So I had to hold her back all the more tightly so that my aim would not be spoiled, and so that the discipline blows continued to land right on target I knew that soon the little girl would beg for mercy, and so I continued my slapping.

"Please! Please stop, Officer Herb!" she begged. "I can't take any more-I really can't! But really-it sort of feels good, though," and then she broke into frantic sobs as the courage which she had shown during the actual punishment melted away.

But now, now it was different. Now, everything seemed different and at last, I was going to get the golden honey drops of her youthful lust. Now I was going to fuck her.

I repositioned the little girl on the ground and told her that I was going to make her a woman now. That I was going to fuck her as I had promised her. Now she was going to know the true delights of the sexual world of the adults, and now I was going to know the most tender moment of my life.

"Now I told you it's going to hurt, but only for a moment Only for a split second, and then it's going to feel good. Remember, when it hurts, hang on to me, but don't scream-someone might discover us. Just hang on to me and wait until the good time comes.

Wait until you get that good feeling inside of your body. The one I promised that you'd get-the one that all women get when they go to bed with their lovers. Are you sure that you're ready for this?" I asked her.

"Yes. Yes I am. I want it-I want to become a woman. I want to become your true lover."

"Oh, darling you are. You are the sweetest lover a man could ever ask for. The most darling little woman I've ever encountered in my life. And now, I'm going to make you mine forever. Now I'm going to do the thing that for as long as you live, you'll always remember. You'll always remember that I took your cherry."

My fingers were trembling as I took her shoulders and placed her on the ground. "Now lay there and spread your legs. Spread them as wide as you can, darling, so that I can get in between them. So that I can make it as easy for both of us as I possibly can."

"Oh, yes," she said. "Anything you say. Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

'That's it. That's the girl. Now spread those legs."

She did what I told her willingly. She didn't resist at all. She lay down on the ground and opened her legs.

For an instant I dipped my head down onto her lap and began to lick that sweet, tender flesh of her pussy. The pussy that I was soon going to ravage with my man-sized cock.

I kissed her thighs and moved up into the gentle V of her maidenhead. I opened her pussy and licked inside the sweet moist flesh there, making certain to prepare her little cunny, making certain that she was well-lubricated. It was the least I could do. I wanted to make it as gentle as I could. I didn't want to hurt her-didn't want it to be an unpleasant experience for her. I wanted her to remember it always with glee-with a joy and happiness.

"Okay," I said, "I'm going to do it now." I positioned my body over hers, taking her frail frame into my arms and positioning my cock just above her sweet little pussy, and then-without further hesitation, I moved forward, directly, slowly until I felt my cock make contact with her sweet little cunny. Then in another second it was over. I felt her body tense and she clung to me.

"Oh, Herb! Oh, Herb!" she moaned. "Oh, Herb it hurts! Please stop-take it out! I can't stand it!"

"Hang on, darling. Hang on," I whispered gently against her ear, and began to pump my hips up and down, making certain not to push my dick too far into her.

"Oh, Herb! Please-please stop! I can't stand it! Help! Help!" she began to scream. "Help!"

I covered her lips with my own, but still there was frantic wiggling and squirming beneath me. Still, her voice could be heard over my gentle caresses of my sweet kissing.

"Stop! Please-I can't stand it! Stop! Take it out!" she moaned. "Stop it! Stop it! You're killing me."

And then suddenly the whole world was a burst of violence and movement. Suddenly it seemed as if everything had come crashing down upon me. I felt rough hands all over my body, and I was being pulled from Samantha-being jerked away from the thing I loved so much.

"Stop it!" I screamed, clutching at her body-still pumping-still driving my dick into her body, not realizing now that I was hurting her more than she could stand.

Samantha was screaming-screaming at the top of her lungs and beating at me with her tiny little fists. But I was a madman, I was crazy. Something was trying to stop me from having the one thing that I wanted, the thing I needed so badly. I pumped and bucked furiously, driving my dick further and further into her little pussy.

Suddenly I felt myself being beaten, pulled, torn. And then suddenly, I blacked out.

That was the end the end, Doc. When I came to, I was in a cell, in a cold stoned cell without my little darling, covered with bruises and cuts. So here I am.

CONCLUSION

After listening to Herb's story, I recommended that he be transfered to a institution for the criminally insane and that he received in psychiatric treatment to see if it would be possible to help this man rehabilitate himself so that possibly he could return to normal society.

In cases such as Herb's, it is very often the case that these men spend the rest of their lives in prison, unable to forget what has happened. Unable to do anything beside live in the past. Live in a place that was too dangerous for them-too dangerous for anyone else-too dangerous for them to be allowed to roam through society with normal people.

CASE HISTORY NINE

Subject: John D. Age: Twenty-three

INTERVIEW ONE

John was a special case. He was being held for his trial. He was only seventeen and the court wanted the professional opinion of a doctor so that they would be in a better position to rule on the case. He came from a broken home and his mother who he lived with a police record of being arrested three times for prostitution. John didn't have a very good relationship with his mother and finally in a fit of rage during an argument with her he beat her and then raped her. John's mother was the one who filed the complaint with the police department.

She was drunk again as usual. I don't think that I ever thought about her like a mother. I hated the bitch. She was always drinking and walking around the house in her panties and bra. Sometimes she didn't even bother to wear a bra. She always had some guy or other up in the apartment. I remember trying to study was insane. I was studying for a final one night and this guy came into the kitchen.

"Look kid why don't you go out and play for a while."

"Because I don't feel like it," I answered. "And beside which, I have to study for a test."

"I don't care what the fuck you have to do. I said get out."

"Who the hell do you think you are. This is my house. I live here," I screamed at him."

He was all set to answer when my mother came into the kitchen. She was stumbling around and drunk out of her mind.

"Is this little punk giving you a hard time, honey," she cooed at the man.

"He ain't giving me a hard time. I'll knock him on his ass."

"Don't worry about him. I'll take care of the little son of a bitch."

Before I knew what was happening she had taken his belt off his pants and was slamming me all over with it. The big guy was standing there watching her. Laughing.

I ran out of the apartment. When I got down the stairs I realized that I didn't have my text book with me and so I walked back up the three flights of stairs to get it. The door was unlocked so I just walked in. I wanted to vomit. She was down on her knees in front of this guy sucking on his cock.

"That's good baby, that's real good, suck that big cock." I heard him say as I walked past the room they were in and grabbed my book off the kitchen table. I hurried out of the apartment again and didn't go back for a few hours.

When I got home, he was gone. She was sprawled out on the sofa with her panties halfway down her legs. She had a beer can still in her hand and there was a new cigarette burn in the sofa where she had dropped the cigarette she was smoking before she passed out.

I pulled her panties back up and took the can out of her hand, put the cigarette in the ashtray and then went back to my studying.

I was only at it for about forty-five minutes when she woke up.

"John get me a beer." She called from the other room.

I didn't want to get in a hassle with her so I just did what she asked. I brought her a beer from the kitchen and then I started to leave.

"John, come here."

Her voice was angry, demanding.

I knew a hassle was on the way. I wanted to scream. I wanted to smash everything in the room and run out of that apartment and never go back. But I couldn't. I didn't know what to do. I had to study for that exam and it was all ready late. And now, she wanted to talk.

"Come here, baby."

Her tone was considerably softer and I didn't know how to take it. But let me tell you it didn't take long to find out what she wanted. She made me sick.

"You know your a pretty big boy now," she began. "I mean your seventeen, but you look like a man. You have your fathers body. He was big and virile like you are. I miss him. But I have you."

In her drunken state she leaned over and hugged me around the waist. I couldn't get her off. Then, she began to kiss my cock, through the material of my pants.

"Hey, stop it," I shouted.

"Stop what," she answered. "Your my son. You do what I want you to."

It was vile. She began fighting with me to get my fly down and the harder she tried the harder I tried to get away.

I didn't want this kind of thing to happen. I hated her she made me like an animal. All of a sudden I saw red. I don't know what happened to me.

"You dirty, filthy cunt. I hate you. I hate you." I screamed at her. "Let me go, or I'll...."

"You'll what, pretty boy?" She spat the words at me.

I lost my head all together and began slapping her in the face. Beat her as hard as I could. Then, I found that the harder I hit her, the harder my cock became. I guess the sadism in all of us came out in me at that moment. I really don't think I have ever hated anyone as much as I hater her then. I kept batting her across the face.

Her expression changed from one of leering mockery, to one of abject terror as I swung my fist harder and harder on her face. With each swing, I felt my cock jerk, and I knew in a minute, I would be ready to blow my rocks.

It was then that my eyes fastened on her ugly cunt. I hated to think it belonged to my mother, but at the same time, I knew that it would be the receptacle for my pent-up rage. I tore my pants off. She was watching me all the time, and it took her about three seconds to figure out what I was going to do to her. I can't imagine what was running through her fucked-up head at that point. The old slob was probably creaming in anticipation of getting a new cock up her lousy pussy. But it didn't matter to me. I was beside myself, and would have probably killed her, if it hadn't been for my incredible urge to fuck something ... anything.

I kicked the pants off from my legs, and pulled down my shorts. My cock sprang up, as hard as rocks. I grabbed my mother's arm and yanked her off the couch. She hit the floor with a dull thud. It was then that I noticed the ugly marks all over her face. She was so drunk she probably didn't feel it, but still I felt a slight pang of remorse for having slugged her like that.

As I was looking at her face, I saw a slow smile creep up along the corners of her mouth. Then, do you know what she did? That sickening slut began massaging her pussy. She was waiting for me, that old whore, I couldn't believe it. It made me madder and madder as I watched her. I couldn't take my eyes off the sickening display before me. Then, I really lost it. I grabbed hold of my prick, and began lowering myself down. At that point, I didn't know where I would stick it. I didn't want to give it to her where she wanted it, and the thought of making her suck it turned me off completely. Then I had a brilliant idea. Or perhaps it was madness, pure and simple. As I bent over, I yanked my mother around so she was laying on her stomach.

"Okay, you filthy rat fucker, you're going to get it up the ass. How does that grab you?" No answer.

I didn't know whether the old fuck had ever been taken that way, but I would tend to think she had. But her silence made me think it wasn't her favorite way fo fucking. Score one for me!

I grabbed her thighs and hoisted her mounds of fat up so that her ass was in position. It was covered with stretch marks, and it was sagging. Not a particularly pleasant place to rest an aching cock, but I was beyond the need to gain any pleasure from this insanity.

It happened so fast, the fucking part, that I can hardly remember it. I remember her screaming, and somewhere in the middle, when I was thrusting my shit-covered prick in her ugly ass-hole, she passed out. I didn't know whether it was from the pain, or from all the booze the old lush had consumed, but she never made it to the point where I came.

When I finally ejaculated, I withdrew my cock, and as a final gesture of pure hatred, I spat all over her body before walking away from her.

The next morning, she was still there, face down, and streaks of my come still on her ass.

CONCLUSION

John was obviously disturbed, and in need of extensive therapy. His hatred for his mother, however deserving, was entirely too much of an obsession to make it feasible to maintain abnormal outlook in society.

His problem stemmed from the fact that he had become so used to rejection from all his adult associates, that he finally rebelled by showing his mother the ultimate rejection; that of abusing her body as if she were a common street whore. True, she did behave like one, and treated her own son like a stranger, casting him aside whenever a suitable bed partner came along, but his treatment of her was decidedly unnatural.

Once he came to understand that he was cursed with an uncaring mother, and that not all adults behaved like her, he was made to see the severity of his act, and understood that he couldn't proceed satisfactorily through life with such a hatred.

After many sessions, and further discussions about his mother, John was well on the road to recovery.
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