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GENERAL INTRODUCTION
Rape is a major problem in our culture. Of course, the media are very misleading in the information that they give us. They would have the public believe that all rapes occur on dark streets in the dead of night.
However, as this book will point out, more rapes occur in the confines of decent happy homes, very often between family members.
There is a story within about the little girl whose dance teacher taught her more than the basic dance positions. He showed her quite a few fucking positions as well.
You will also read about the poor little adopted daughter of sex-crazed people. Both her new mother and her new father partake of the sweet creams that their charge has to offer.
All in all, your eyes should be opened by the horrors that these children have lived. You are guaranteed to be squirming in your seats.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Cindy G.
Age: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Cindy was a strikingly pretty young lady who was quite developed for her age. Despite her obvious physical gifts she seemed to lack a certain amount of self-assurance, which was something that I noticed almost immediately upon her entering my office.
She was quite nervous and held onto two small silver marbles which she rotated in her hand continuously, over and over again. Although the marbles made quite a lot of noise I decided not to say anything about them for fear that bringing attention to them would only increase her anxiety.
After Cindy got over her initial fear of talking to me about what was troubling her, she settled down and told me that her problem dealt with her father.
Since children's relations with their parents is my field, I was glad that she had come to me. Her problem with her father was, indeed, a problem.
I had always been a very happy child, doctor. I always had plenty of toys to play with and a lot of friends. Life, for me, was quite carefree and gay. I always thought that life was like a dream and that it would always be like that.
I had always liked boys, especially my brother Tom who is five years older than me. Tom is tall and good-looking and is very good at sports. In fact, in high school, he was captain of the football team and the track team. I like Tom very much.
Although I liked boys and was very popular in school, I never dated them because my parents, especially my father, thought that I was too young, although, as you can see, I am very well-developed for a girl who's only 13 years old.
Before I really started to grow and to fill out the rest of my body, I was just tall and skinny and I had no breasts to speak of. During that time I was my father's little girl.
He used to bounce me on his knee and tickle me under my arms and on my stomach and I really, really liked it. Things were very nice in those days when I was eleven years old and I'll always look back on them quite fondly.
But when I turned twelve over last summer, strange things began to happen. I had gone away to camp that summer a little girl but I came back home in late August a woman.
All of a sudden, or so it seemed, my flat chest disappeared and in its place were two firm round tits. I was quite excited about them as you might expect. They were like two new toys, but they were nicer and more fun than any of the toys my Daddy ever bought me.
While still at camp, my friend Lucy, who already was very richly endowed with two beautiful tits, asked me if I wanted to try on her bra. I said that I thought that it might be fun. I tried on Lucy's bra which was a little too small on me and it hurt my two tender breasts. I took off Lucy's bra and decided not to wear one because I wanted my tits to be free and it felt so good when I used to run in the forest with my tee shirt off and no one was around and my two new tits would flop uninhibited in the breeze.
When I returned home from that wonderful summer, my parents were very happy to see me again and I was thrilled to receive a big kiss on my cheek. It was wonderful to see them again.
We went to a neighbor's pool to go swimming the next day. I tried on my new two-piece bathing suit in my room and looked into the full-length mirror on the closet door to admire my shapely new body. I wore a robe over the bathing suit, so no one could see my new gifts.
My father had to work part of the day, so he said he would meet us later. My mother was in the kitchen making some sandwiches for us. My brother Tom had already left for college so he wasn't there.
When I got to the pool, I saw my brother Tom's best friend Mike who was a. year younger than Tom, but equally athletic, Mike always referred to me as a little kid and that's what he called me when he saw me. Mike was already in the pool and I was standing over him by the shallow end. I didn't say a word to him. I just took off my robe and let it slowly fall to the ground. Doctor, you should have seen the look of amazement on Mike's face when he saw my beautiful young tits. His mouth dropped to the bottom of the pool.
"Hey, little squirt," he said. "What happened to you?"
"I grew up, Mike. What do you think?"
"I like. I like," he said. "Say, let me show you my new boat in the garage."
I said okay, doctor, because I thought that it might be fun.
Mike got up out of the pool and the water dripped slowly off his body. There was a big bulge in his bathing suit but I wasn't sure what it was. It seemed to grow bigger and bigger the longer he looked at me and at my body.
Mike opened the door of his garage and we went inside to look at his boat. It was about 21 feet long and was really, really beautiful. We climbed up into the cabin and he showed me the inside.
"It sleeps four really nicely," he said, as he took me by the waist and closed the door behind us.
"You look real good, Cindy. Really good".
"Thanks, Mike. So do you."
Mike leaned closer to me and I felt his naked leg rub against my leg. His leg was still wet from the water in the pool and the water dropped onto my leg.
"I want to fuck you, Cindy," he whispered to me. I didn't understand what he meant.
Mike raised his hands and put them on my breasts. It was the first time that a man ever touched them and I became immediately excited. He kept on rubbing them and rubbing them and I got hotter and hotter. This was a new experience for me, doctor. Really, it was.
"I want to get inside your cunt, Cindy. I want to break your cherry and eat it. I want it all."
"Mike, what do you mean?"
Mike didn't answer. He ripped off the top of my bathing suit and threw it down on the floor of the cabin. He then unhooked the bottom of the bathing suit and threw it in another direction. Then he removed his swimming trunks and out popped his massive cock. It must have ten inches long. It was the first cock I had ever seen.
Mike took me by the waist and placed me on the cabin bed.
"What are you doing, Mike? I don't understand."
"I'm gonna teach you a couple of things, you little twat."
"Little what?"
"Twat, cunt, hole, pussy. You know what I mean."
"But my parents will be here any minute."
"Don't worry, bitch."
Mike put his face down and headed for my cunt, doctor. He started to lick at my cunt and I got scared. I begged for him to stop but he wouldn't do it. He just kept on darting his tongue in and out, in and out, in and out. It felt good, but I was still scared. Finally, I screamed.
Suddenly the door of the cabin opened and there was my father standing over us. He face was bright red and I thought that he was going to bust a gut. He grabbed Mike by the tongue from Mike's mouth and a tooth flew out from the top part of his mouth. My father had a terrible temper.
"You son of a bitch," he yelled at Mike. "I should kill you for trying to rape my daughter."
He turned to me and ordered me to put my bathing suit back on and come home with him which I did.
When we got home, my mother was gone. My father had calmed down enough to tell me that she had been called to work. My mother is a nurse at a major hospital here in the city and usually that day was her day off. Unfortunately, one of her co-workers was sick that day and my mother had to go to the hospital to fill-in for the other woman. This was something that happened quite often but I was glad that mommy was not home then. It would have been a terrible scene.
Although my father has a quick temper, it usually is over very quickly. He sat me down on a chair in the kitchen and proceeded to give me a lecture about what had happened.
"Do you know about sex, Cindy?"
"Not too much, daddy. Why do you ask?"
"Do you understand what Mike was trying to do to you?"
"No, not really."
I was really getting confused.
My father persisted with the discussion.
"He was trying to fuck you, daughter. You know what fucking means don't you?"
"Yes, Daddy, I heard some girls at camp talking about it. Is it a bad thing to do?"
"No, dear. Sex isn't a bad thing to do if you do it with someone whom you love. Your Mommy and I have sex and we really love it, because your mommy and I love each other".
"I love you and Mommy, too, Daddy."
"Well, we love you, too, honey."
"Does that mean that we could fuck, daddy?"
"No, baby. Daddies don't fuck their daughters. At least not usually. Daddies fuck Mommies. Do you understand?"
"I'm not sure daddy. I think so."
"Why don't you go up to your room and take a nap, Cindy and forget about what happened today, but don't forget what Daddy told you, okay?"
"Okay, daddy."
I went up to my room after Daddy had given me a kiss on my forehead. But, I couldn't forget what happened that day with Mike. Although I was scared at what he did, when I thought about it, I remembered it with pleasure. I got down under the covers in my bed and I thought about Mike. Before I even realized it, my hand found its way to my cunt.
I kept thinking about Mike and what he called me. A cunt, a twat, a hole, a pussy. I thought they were funny words and they kept on bouncing around my brain. Cunt, cunt, cunt, twat, twat, twat, hole, hole, hole, pussy, pussy, pussy.
I thought about Mike's cock. That huge cock. It was so big and wide and strong. It stood up proudly and menacingly from his crotch which was so hairy. His balls looked like huge rocks. As I thought of his tongue lapping my pussy, my finger went right up in it. I kept on moving my little finger as far as it could go. It felt good but it didn't satisfy me because it was so small.
I decided to insert two fingers into my hole and then three. It started to hurt but I didn't care. I moved my fingers around my hole and kept thinking of Mike's cock. Oh, Mike's cock! And Mike's tongue lovingly licking up my wet pussy. My cunt started to hurt but I kept on sticking my fingers up it. Ooooh, it hurt! But, I didn't care. All of a sudden, I looked down and saw that there was blood all over my cunt and it was dripping onto my sheets. It was like a cherry had been burst open on splattered onto my bed.
"A cherry," I thought. "So that's what Mike meant when he said that he wanted my cherry."
But, then I thought of Daddy and about what he said about sex and I felt ashamed at what I had done. Then I realized how mad my mother would be when she saw that I had blood stains on my sheets. I was embarrassed. I felt like a tramp. I quickly jumped out of bed and ripped the sheets off. I wrapped them in a ball and hid them under the bed so my mother wouldn't see them. I would dispose of them later. I took a couple of clean sheets and I remade the bed. The whole time I did that I was so ashamed at what I had done that I couldn't stop crying. I was so ashamed. I was upset. At this point, Cindy was too upset to continue. The two small marbles that had been in her hand which she was playing with furiously had fallen to the floor and I decided that we should continue her story at the next session which I scheduled for next week at the same time.
INTERVIEW TWO
Cindy returned to my office the following week but she was about 15 minutes late. She rushed into the office and sat down. She apologized at length about being late, but I decided not to press her about it.
She was still very upset about her life and she still carried the two small marbles that she had in the first session. After catching her breath and taking a drink of water, she continued her story.
As I told you, doctor, I felt so very terrible. I took the dirty sheets and threw them into our incinerator and watched them burn away. I was so glad to be rid of them, although I felt that an important part of my life was burning up with them. I really had some mixed feelings about the whole thing.
When my mother returned from work that night, it was as if nothing had even happened. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that my father had not said anything to her. I guess it was our little secret. I decided that if my father was not going to say anything to my mother, then I wasn't going to either.
The next day I got up and was greeted by a beautiful late summer morning. My parents and I had breakfast together and we talked about my experiences at camp and how my parents had spent their time during the summer while I was away.
The talk was kind of simple and boring but I always enjoyed talking to my parents because I loved them so much and was always interested in how they spent their time when I wasn't around.
Everything seemed like it always was. My mother was her same sweet self. She was hard-working and considerate. I never got to see her too much. I found out that this week she would be working the late shift and that I wouldn't be seeing her very much.
The only difference that I detected, doctor, was in my father. He seemed to observe me much differently than he ever had before. There was a very, very strange look in his eye that I couldn't figure out. During our breakfast conversation, he would look at me when, my mother was looking the other way and wink and hold his finger to his mouth indicating that I shouldn't say anything about what had happened the previous day. I decided to go along with his request.
I was willing to be silent. After breakfast, my mother told me that she wanted to talk to me in my room. I got scared immediately because I thought that she had discovered that I had changed the sheets on my bed and that she thought that I had done something wrong.
We went upstairs but we didn't go into my room as I thought we were going to do. Instead, we went into my parents' room and my mother shut the door behind us. She had a smile on her face which was meant to reassure me that everything was alright.
We both sat on the bed as we had done many times for a mother-daughter chat. She took both my hands in her hands and smiled again.
"You've grown up this summer, Cindy," she said. "Physically, you are not a little girl anymore."
"I know, Mommy," I replied.
"You've sprouted up and out and you now have a beautiful body which you should be very proud of and should take of. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"First of all, I think that you should wear a bra like mommy does."
"But, they hurt me, Mommy. I like it when my tits are free and they move with me when I run."
"Cindy, that's very nice when your tits are small, but when they are as big and full as yours are, you should wear a bra so people won't stare at you."
"Do I have to, Mommy?"
"Yes, I'm afraid you do. We'll go down to the department store today and buy you one. Mommy wears a bra and it doesn't hurt her and it won't hurt you."
"Okay, Mommy, if I have to."
"I'm afraid you do have to, Cindy. It's for your own good."
My mother then leaned over and kissed me on the forehead and gave me a big hug and when she did, both are chests and our big tits met. We just giggled to ourselves and kissed again. I really love my Mommy Mommy then said that I should be careful of boys because they would be out to fondle my titties and to try and fuck me if they could. I didn't say anything about what happened the previous day with Mike because I knew that it would upset her and that was the last thing that I would every want to do to my mother.
I told her that I wouldn't let anyone fuck me, especially someone who I didn't really love. She thought that I had a few years to think about that. I had the feeling, though, that she was dead wrong in that area.
I had the feeling, also, that it would happen sooner than she thought. I didn't tell her that, of course.
Later that day, Mommy and I went to our downtown department store and bought me a bra. I didn't like it very much but I bought it anyway. I also bought some new panties which were very small and barely covered up my cunt hairs. I liked them a lot and I thought that they smelled really nicely after I had worn them.
If this was growing up, it wasn't bad.
Daddy had gone to work that day and came back home just as Mommy was leaving to go to the hospital. Daddy and I kissed Mommy good-bye and she reminded us that there were some hotdogs in the freezer if Daddy and I wanted them for dinner. Mommy got into the car and drove away.
After Mommy left, Daddy gave me another kiss on the cheek. It was the first time he and I had been alone since our little talk of the previous day. He was still looking at me in a really funny way but I couldn't figure out what was on his mind.
He asked me if I was hungry and I told him that I was. Because I'm still young and growing, I have a really tremendous appetite. Daddy said that he would make the hotdogs and that I should set the table for dinner and that he and his little girl would have a nice dinner together.
Daddy made the hotdogs and I toasted the buns and set the table. I sat down ready to eat. Before dinner, I had changed into some other clothes because I had worn a dress to go shopping with my mother. I put on a bare midriff blouse and cut-off shorts. I didn't put the bra on because I wanted my tits to be free and my mother wouldn't be home to see that I didn't have it on.
Daddy came out of the kitchen with the hotdogs on a plate in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other and put them on the table. Daddy likes to drink wine or beer during dinner so I didn't really think anything of it.
The difference this time is that he brought out two glasses. He had that strange look on his face.
"Do you like wine, Cindy?" he asked me.
"I never had any before, Daddy. What does it taste like?"
"It's really good, honey."
Daddy poured us both a glass of wine and smiled at me.
"Drink it, honey."
"Okay, Daddy."
"Drink it all up like a good little girl". "Okay, Daddy."
I drank the wine and it tasted really good. I was glad that Daddy had asked me to try it. Both of us kept on drinking the wine until the bottle was empty. I was feeling very light-headed. I guess you could say that I was drunk. I didn't know what was happening, doctor. I know that Daddy was drunk because that look on his face got stranger and stranger.
Daddy said that he wanted to show me something upstairs in his room but he didn't say what it was. We walked upstairs to his room and he put his arm around my waist and started to feel my tits. I didn't say anything but it felt good.
We got up to my parents' room and I asked my father what he wanted to show me.
"I want to show you this."
He unzipped his pants and brought out his cock for me to see. It was much bigger than Mike's. It looked stronger and harder than Mike's cock and Daddy's balls were much bigger and hairier.
"Oh, Daddy", I said.
I was quite impressed.
"Take off your clothes, Cindy. Daddy wants to fuck his little girl."
"No, Daddy. It's dirty."
Daddy didn't say anything. He just ripped off my top and my tits appeared full and tender. He unzipped my cut-offs and pulled them off me. I didn't know what was happening. He took off my panties and put them next to his nose and smelled them. He was getting excited and so was I.
"I love you, Daddy. You can fuck me if you want to."
"Say, 'fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard'".
"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard."
As soon as I said it, I really did want to fuck him. I wanted him to fuck me with all his might. He undressed quickly and the two of us faced each other with absolutely nothing on.
"I'm gonna fuck me little girl before anyone else does."
"Oh, fuck me, Daddy. I love you. Please fuck me. Please fuck me as hard as you can."
"Suck Daddy's cock, Cindy. Suck it like it was a big, beautiful lollipop."
Daddy put his cock into my mouth and I took it all in. My mouth is very large and I was able to devour the entire thing.
"Suck it, you little twat. Suck it like your life depended on it."
I took all of it. It tasted good. I was a quick learner. I darted me tongue all over his cock. I was enjoying myself and the wine made me enjoy it even more.
I let my tongue start at the tip of his cock and sucked the head of the cock until it turned a bright red. I grabbed on to it with my teeth and squeezed harder and harder.
"Ooh, baby. Yes, yes.. .YES!"
My tongue traveled up and down Daddy's cock. I marked off each wet inch of his cock with my tongue. I went up and down, up and down. It was sliding away from me so I grabbed it with my hand to hold onto it. "Stroke it, baby. Stroke it."
"Like this, daddy?"
"Ooh, like that, Cindy. Stroke Daddy's cock."
I grabbed onto it with all my might and went up and down and all around Daddy's monstrous cock. It was so wet with the juices of my mouth that it was easy to stroke and I loved it.
Then I headed for his hairy balls. I held his cock and stroked it and then my finger found his nuts and then my tongue soon followed. I licked his balls clean and then licked them again to make sure. Then I took those big balls and put them right into my mouth. They almost choked me, but I kept them in because I knew it would give Daddy pleasure.
When I put his balls in all the corners of my mouth I started to hum them--. I don't know why I did it. It just seemed to be a good idea. It drove Daddy crazy.
"Hum, baby, hum."
"I will, Daddy."
I hummed and hummed and Daddy started to go crazy. He turned me over on my back and started to dip his tongue into my cunt. My cunt was wet and hot and my body felt like it was on fire with desire. Daddy moved his tongue in and out and all around like he really knew what he was doing.
"I'm going to bite off every little cunt hair that you have."
He worked off my pussy until it was as wet as a pool of water. His big cock was just as wet as we kept on sucking each other. We sucked and sucked like there was no tomorrow. Oh, Daddy felt so good.
Then he turned me over again for the moment we were both waiting for. He turned me over on my back again and took his cock in his hand and yelled, "Here it is, Cindy."
He stuck that big cock in my pussy. It was so big I didn't think that I could take it all. My cunt is small and Daddy's cock so huge. But it went in smoothly because we were both so wet and so hot. Daddy jammed his cock into me and I screamed with pleasure and pain all at the same time.
He grabbed my tits, the tits that he admired so much. The tits that turned Mike into a raving maniac. His tongue and his mouth sucked on my tits and my nipples became large and erect and pointed straight up in the air and seemed as hard as Daddy's cock. He bit on my nipples and made them hurt but I didn't care.
"Oh, fuck me hard, Daddy. Please fuck me hard. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, Daddy. Shove it in there, Daddy. As hard as you can.
Harder. Harder. Make it hurt, Daddy. Make it feel good. Make it hurt and feel good at the same time."
"I'm gonna make you come, Cindy. I'm gonna make you come all over my cock. I'm gonna make you come like you're never ever gonna forget."
Daddy took his two big and powerful hands and grabbed onto my ass. He squeezed them like they were two big melons to see if they were ripe. He grabbed them so hard. He was getting stronger. He grabbed my ass and shoved his cock into me and made them meet. I thought his cock was going to go into my pussy so far that it was going to come out my asshole.
"Oh, Daddy, your cock feels so good and hard and strong and big and fat. Give me more, Daddy. Give me more."
He held onto my ass and thrust his cock into my twat. We rocked back and forth on the bed as he kept on assaulting my pussy. In and out. In and out. In and out. We both groaned in incredible ecstasy. Oh, my cunt and Daddy's cock. How beautiful. How beautiful.
The middle finger of Daddy's right hand entered my little asshole. He shoved his finger in as far as it could go, then he shoved it in some more. I moved my legs up as far as I could until I wrapped them around Daddy's neck. He kissed me all over my face and moved his tongue into my mouth where my tongue met his and we moved our tongues around each other's. He kissed my face some more while he stuck his finger farther up my asshole, so far that I thought that he would be soon shaking his hands with his cock.
I wondered if this is what he did with Mommy all of the time. And is this what it's like with the other boys?
His tongue finally entered my ear and he licked it all over. His talented tongue darted in and out of my ear filling me with even greater ecstasy. We moved like a ship rocking on the water. I moaned and groaned but that only gave Daddy new-found energy as he kept on fucking away at my hot, hot pussy and stuck that finger farther and farther up my asshole.
"I'm coming, Cindy," he screamed. "I'm coming baby. I'm gonna shoot my hot wad all over your twat."
I didn't know what that meant but I felt this surge throughout my body and then I felt the charge of Daddy's hot goo enter my pussy and go through my entire body. At the same time, I felt the same kind of surge of hot pussy juices come from me and I let out a loud scream.
We stopped. Daddy fell limp over my body. He didn't move for a second. Then he got up and pulled out of me and I saw this sticky, white goo all over Daddy's cock and all over my pussy. My pussy burned, but it burned with the flames of desire. A desire that I had never felt before.
Daddy got up and had a big smile on his face.
"Did you like it, Cindy?"
"Oh, yes, Daddy. Oh, yes. Let's do it again."
"Let me get some more wine, honey. We should wait a couple of minutes. "Okay, Daddy."
He went downstairs to get some more wine. As I laid limp in bed I was still as hot as I was before. What an experience. I was so happy to be a woman now with my big tits and my curvaceous figure. I was wet and happy. The white, sticky goo became dry and I wet my fingers to clean it up. By the time I finished, Daddy had returned with more wine.
When Daddy came back, his cock was erect again. He smiled at me and came toward me. He turned me around when he got on the bed and my back was facing him. He moved me down on all fours and took his cock into his hand. He opened up the cheeks of my ass and spread them as far as they would go. He then shoved that big cock right up my asshole.
It hurt, doctor, but it felt good at the same time. He shoved it in farther and farther.
"Oooh, Daddy, oooooh."
"Yes, Cindy, yes, yes."
"Fuck me up the asshole, Daddy. Please fuck me as hard as you can."
He kept on fucking away. In and out of my asshole He grabbed onto my tits and squeezed them harder and harder. Then he reached around to my pussy, still hot and wet from before and stuck his finger into it. It was so nice. In and out and up and down we went. Me and Daddy. Daddy and me.
I came again, doctor. All over the sheets. All over my pussy and all over Daddy's cock.
I think I must have passed out from the excitement because they next thing I knew I was sleeping in my own bed. I heard Daddy changing the sheets on his bed so Mommy wouldn't know what had happened. After hearing Daddy doing that, I went back to sleep and didn't wake up until the following day.
When I got up from bed and went downstairs, Daddy was gone. Everything had been cleaned up from the night before and the house looked just as it was when Mommy had left.
Mommy was looking at me with a strange look on her face. She sat me down on the kitchen table and looked very mad.
"Cindy, are you a virgin?"
"A what?"
"You know what I mean. A virgin. Have you ever fucked anyone in your life?"
What a situation, doctor. For the first time in my life, I had to lie to my own mother.
"What ever gave you that idea, Mommy?"
"What happened with Mike, yesterday, Cindy?"
"Mike? Oh, he only showed me his new boat. That's all."
"That's all? That's not what I heard. The story all over town today is that you and Mike fucked in his boat yesterday afternoon when I was working and your father was away. Is that true?"
"Oh, Mommy, that's so silly. I'm only thirteen years old. Why I just got my first bra the other day. I don't know anything about fucking anybody."
"Cindy, don't lie to me."
"Mommy, I'm not. Why should I lie to you?"
"Did you fuck Mike in the cabin of the boat?"
She asked me a direct question, doctor. And you know that answer to that was no.
"No, Mommy, I didn't fuck Mike in the cabin of the boat. I swear to God that I didn't."
"You're a cheap, little liar, Cindy."
"No, I'm not, Mommy."
"Just for that, you'll not be allowed to go out with boys as long as you live in this house."
"But, Mommy."
"You heard me. And your father agrees with me."
"Daddy agrees?"
"Yes. Now go to your room."
I immediately started to cry, doctor and ran to my room and I stayed up there all day, knowing that things would never be the same at home.
"I don't think the problem is with my father as you say it is, doctor. I think it's with my mother. It's her fault that I can't go out with a guy if he asks me out. My father is just doing what she wants. How can I convince my mother that I'm not lying, doctor? I'm really telling the truth. You understand, don't you?
CONCLUSION
It is quite common for parents not to believe their children especially about a subject as important to parents as their daughter's virginity. Although Cindy did not technically lie to her mother and father, she was not as forthright as she could have been.
I disagree with her as to the blame of her father. He should have stuck up for her in front of her mother. The important thing for Cindy to do now is to work hard to gain her mother's trust back and to show her that she really is a good girl.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Subject: Andy B.
Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Andy was a bright and alert young man who walked very quickly into my office and immediately made himself comfortable. He spoke very rapidly and excitedly and I knew at once that he was quite an active child.
His rapid rate of speech made me wonder what was behind it all. When he absentmindedly rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, I noticed a series of welts running up and down his arm. I knew immediately that there was something going on here that Andy had to talk about.
He finally settled down into the chair and told me what had been bothering him.
My childhood was not what you would refer to as normal, doctor. You see I'm a bastard, you know, an illegitimate child. My mother had me when my father was in the service. He had to go overseas and they were probably going to get married but my old man met up with a chick overseas and never came home, leaving me and the old lady to take care of ourselves. My mother and I became very close because we were all alone, you know.
My mother always liked men who were really good-looking and she liked me because she thinks that I'm good-looking, too. At least that's what a lot of people think. I guess I'm okay. All the girls at school like me and I guess that counts for something.
My mother always told me that I was her best little boy and she used to give me a lot of kisses all over my body. She told me that when she used to diaper me she used to kiss my little penis and suck on it for a really long time. I didn't think that it was too unusual to do that because you know how much women like cock and all that and I figured that my mother would like to suck cock no matter how big or how small it is.
Even when I got older out of diapers I mean my mother was still really into me. She used to like to give me baths, you know. I kind of liked that. You see I really like my mother. She's done a lot for me and I really appreciate it.
After a while, my mother found another man who really liked her and they got married. I thought it would be nice to have a father around because I never really had one before.
This guy's name was Ted and he was a weightlifter. He had really big muscles and his whole body was well-developed. He likes to play sports and he taught me how to throw a baseball and a kick a football and all that kind of stuff.
I thought for a long time that Ted was a really nice guy. But I found out differently.
Ted resented me. I guess he didn't like the idea that Carol, that's my mother, loved me more than she did him. I don't even know if that is true, but that's probably how he saw it.
After knowing Ted awhile, you begin to see through him. He's got a real thin act going, all show and no brains at all, and my mother even gets bored as hell with him. I know that to be a fact.
Well, Ted used to rough me up a lot, even when we were playing football or something, and a few times he hurt me, but he kept saying that he treated me rough so that I'd be rough. The way he put it, it was almost like he wanted me to thank him.
Carol didn't notice it but I did, the way he'd rough me up and really hurt me. Even in the house, he'd come in and instead of saying hello he'd get me in a playful headlock and walk me around like a fucking trained animal.
I wanted to kick his ass. I really started to get pissed at him, but I let it slide. He's a strong guy, and he knows most people are afraid of him. I don't wonder why. He has no mind and a fucking hulk of a body, and he likes to see people scared off.
Well, for the first few months they were together, he was really good to Carol, so I liked him, but than he became a son-of-a-bitch, and I would stand up to him when he yelled at Carol. Of course I wouldn't win. It started off with me yelling back at him, and then he would grab my hand and squeeze the shit out of it, or playfully, always playfully at first, he'd punch me and tell me I didn't know what I was talking about, all this with a smile on his face.
My mother is, or at least was, a sensitive person, and she had to become less sensitive in order to live with him. She became, after awhile, just like him.
Of course she couldn't scare people like he could, but she got an attitude that was far from her natural self. Maybe it was her all along and the bastard just brought it out!
Let me see if I can put it in order, how it all fell apart and got to this shabby level. It started when I stole Ted's car, which was a dumb thing to do, but hey, I think every kid does that, or dreams about it. It was sitting in the driveway and they'd just gone off with friends of theirs in another car.
This old car is a real piece of shit and I don't know why it's worth anything to anybody because it really isn't very safe. But, the key was in the ignition and the top was down. That was the right combination. I started it, put it in drive, and rolled around town for about an hour. It was really fun. I wanted to pick up a chick and fuck her in the back seat like the big guys do, but I couldn't find one and anyway, the car didn't have a back seat. Really, I didn't think that was going to happen, but it was a nice fantasy and it helped me get my balls together to steal the car in the first place.
I did the usual goofy things like driving past the police station, and then my girlfriend's house, although I couldn't go too close or her parents might see me.
I brought the car back, after having the balls to stop and get a dollars worth of gas. I parked right where he left it and got out, went into the house.
It must have been five minutes later that I heard the crash and ran outside. The fucking car was out of the driveway and in the middle of the street, where it hit a car that was driving past. I realized with a startle that I forgot to put the emergency brake on.
Well, I played dumb but it was no use. The officer who made the report said that the emergency brake in the convertible was off, and Ted knew he left it on. I shit purple and hoped he'd at least let me keep my legs.
That night, Ted told me to go in the basement because we had to have a little talk. I could see from the look in his eye that we weren't going to talk.
I wanted him to hit me really, I mean, I felt so guilty about the fuck-up, that I wanted him to make it all right again, and the only way he could do that, the idiot, was with his hands. He hadn't said a word to me since he got home, except a nasty word or two, and it made me nervous. It was like having some tough guy at school who wants to kick your ass. You don't want to know about it, but at the same time, you almost wish he'd find you and get it over with already.
Carol even looked scared, as I walked down the basement stairs with Ted. He'd told her not to come, and she just nodded. She was afraid of him also, but I didn't know that yet.
"Alright kid. You want me to spank you like a baby or hit you like a man?"
I must have been crazy. "Hit me like a man," I said. SLAM!!
Next thing I saw was little birdies, and I was looking at the ceiling although I didn't remember lying down. Then, a strange thing happened. Carol, who'd followed us down quietly and stood in the shadows where we didn't see her, attacked him, really dug into him! The bastard had it coming, and she got a good shot across his face with her nails, scratching him and drawing blood, but then he grabbed her and slapped her with the back of his hand.
I was still of the floor shaking my head, but when I saw that I got up and charged at him. On my way over to him I picked up a lamp, and although he ducked I managed to bop him across the head and shoulder. He doesn't like pain, and he almost fainted like a baby, but he gathered his wits and chased me until he caught me, then he tied me up and dropped me on this old couch we have in the basement.
After he'd tied me up, he looked at me and said.
"Kid, I want you to watch me take your mother!"
I just looked at him. I didn't really know what he meant but he had a crazy look in his eye.
He walked over to Carol and lifted her off the floor. She was shaken but she knew where she was and what was happening.
"We're going to put on a show, bitch!"
He ripped her dress off with one motion, throwing it on the floor, reduced to rags.
"What are you doing?" she screamed.
When I saw her back I almost went crazy. She had welts across her back. Not deep and not real nasty wounds, but thin .lines that looked like she'd been whipped. I suddenly knew what was going on.
He ripped her bra and panties off with the same fluid charm, and then he started taking his own clothes off, holding her limp body with one hand.
"Alright bitch. Now show Andy how you suck my cock."
He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her head down into his crotch. His cock was big and she tried to get in her mouth slowly, but he was jamming it in really quick and she was fighting to breath.
"Stop that you bastard!" I yelled, but that got him really going, so I shut up.
I'd fix him later, I knew that. I'd never forget what was going on and I'd be sure to live long enough to do something about it.
Well, he did all kinds of things to her right there with me watching. He came in her mouth and made her gasp and it spilled out of her mouth and he rubbed it in to her cheeks and made her lick his cock clean.
Then he got hard again, and fucked her between the tits, coming all over her breasts and face and neck, then making her suck it clean again. After he was done with that he turned her over and took his belt off. He beat her on the ass a few times, then got down and fucked her in the ass, and she moaned with pain and he just laughed and made sure I was watching. He had her tits so tight it hurt her, I could see by her face.
When he was done he came up to me with his belt, and his cock still out.
"Kiss it!" he said to me.
I couldn't believe it.
"Hey Carol. Watch this, bitch!" he said.
He grabbed me by the neck and said it again, and this time I thought he'd kill me if I didn't do what he said.
I closed my eyes and kissed it, and I could taste my mother's asshole on his cock. I almost got sick, but he let me go and I fell back on the couch and it felt so good to have him walk away from me that I forgot all about getting sick.
I fell asleep, I don't know when or how, and when I woke up Carol was still on the floor. I started to cry and she came over to me.
"Is he crazy?" I demanded.
To my surprise, she defended him. She said he wasn't a bad guy, and that I shouldn't have fucked with his car.
"He beat you to get back at me," I said.
She either didn't hear me or didn't care. I couldn't decide. My mother is hard to communicate with sometimes.
"Your ass is all red from his belt, and your back has a lot of little marks," I said.
"Now just mind your own business."
Can you believe an answer like that? Mind your own business!! Well, I thought she was crazy right along with him.
"You're my mother!"
"He's my husband!"
That was it! I couldn't break through to her at all. I really tried but she didn't want to hear it and that was that.
Ted got real nice to me the next day. I learned that his plan of action was to be nice after he kicks your ass, that way you're really confused.
I didn't look at him at all. I wanted to fucking kill him, and I was thinking of ways to do it. I could poison the bastard and get away with it, I thought, but it was all thought. I wouldn't kill somebody. Maybe that was too bad! It would have saved me a lot of crap, but it also could have made me feel guilty the rest of my life, and I might have gone to jail for that bastard. I wasn't going to sacrifice myself for him, no way.
After a few days, things quieted down. Ted stopped talking to me also, but he didn't threaten me and I was actually better off with him not talking to me because that way he didn't smack me yellow and shit like that. You don't win when you know Ted, you lose and you lose hard.
Well, a few nights later, I hear my mother moaning and I can hear that he's whipping her. I just barged in the room, and I had a blackjack in my hand. It was his, I found it in his car and I went to get it as soon as I heard my mother scream.
I wanted to settle the whole thing, end the bullshit right then and there, and I just burst up. I got thrown off by what I saw. My mother was wearing a harness, a piece of leather that bound her at the ankles and wrists, making her ass stick up in the air, and he was taking cracks at her ass with a tiny short leather whip.
She was in a chair, and her face was pushed into the seat. Her hair was all messed up and she was sweating and crying, waiting for the next blow, her ass shivering.
I looked at her a second longer than I should have, and he had the blackjack out of my hand.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked.
I wanted to ask him that!
"Get the fuck out of my way!"
He pushed me onto the bed, so hard that I landed on it and bounced off onto the floor.
I got up and charged him but he just caught me with one punch and I was back on the floor.
"Leave him alone Ted," Carol yelled.
Ted didn't respond to her. He told me to sit there and shut up, and he picked up the leather strap and hit Carol on the ass with it again. She shivered with pain and he laughed and cracked it again.
Then he came up to me and put the belt around my neck, forcing me to get up and go over to Carol.
"Andy's going to fuck you now, Carol!"
I was scared and I let him move me close to her ass. He told me to drop my drawers and I did, then he told me to stick it in her cunt. My cock was hard, I don't know why. I didn't feel sexually excited until he'd said that.
"That's it Andy, get it out and get it hard for Carol. Reach in front of her and take her breasts, that's what she likes."
I found myself getting close to Carol's ass and reaching around for her tits. I did want to touch her tits. They were big and warm and I held them in my palms. "Now put it in her!"
I didn't know how to get it in, and Carol was in this harness so she couldn't guide me or anything. It was tricky but I finally got it in her cunt, after she helped me by moving it in the right spot.
Man, her cunt was tight and felt really good, and I forgot all about Ted standing over me watching.
I noticed that when I stuck it in Carol had moaned and twitched, but it seemed to be pleasure that was moving her, and I liked that. I dug my cock into her pussy again and again, putting my hands on her buttocks which was beautiful, even if it was red from his whip.
She was good. She knows how to tighten her pussy, and she was giving me the best treatment she could. I was humping her pussy over and over, and my hands were exploring her body. I'd never touched a grown woman before, and it was nice to feel big tits dancing on her bosom, and a round full ass and hips. Most of the girls I'd touched looked like me, except they had nicer nipples and hairless bodies, and they had a warm hole instead of a cock.
All at once, as I'm fucking Carol, I feel a new sensation on my ass and I realize at once it's Ted's fucking whip.
"Give it to her, Andy!"
I felt like a horse being whipped so he'd speed up. He was whipping my ass as I fucked her. I would have stopped and tried to make him stop whipping me, but I was almost on the point of coming, and my first orgasm in a woman's pussy was more important to me at the moment than getting some marks on my ass.
I just didn't care at the moment about anything but that pussy! I could feel it contract and spread again and again, making me want to fuck and fuck. I had those big tits in my hands and they felt so good, and my swollen cock was twitching and getting ready for the great splash.
"Oh Carol I love that tight hole!"
I came, plowing it into her deep and steady, and the whip was cracking on my ass deep and steady. When the last spasm of orgasm was over, the whip began to really sting.
I didn't turn because my cock was still hard and I didn't want him to hit me there. I got away from the spot by pulling out of her cunt and moving fast, my ass to his whip all the time.
He looked at Carol.
"Was he good, Carol?"
She was crying, and he cracked the whip over her ass again.
"I asked you a question bitch!"
"He was good!" she let out, between sobs.
He told me to release her and he left us both alone, just like that. I took the harness off her and comforted her. I told her she better leave him and she said no. She told me to get to sleep and not think about it. Imagine that? Don't think about it! Shit! I went up to my room and locked the door. I didn't want any surprises at all. I wanted to plan a way to trap him up.
INTERVIEW TWO
Well Doc, it's been a week and I feel refreshed. It is hard for me to talk about this crap because I'm a long way from over it, but it does help that you'll listen. Most of this stuff just has to sit in me. There's nobody else who I can tell it to.
I left off at the point where he had me screw Carol. Well, that confused me for a long time. I mean, in a way that was nice of him, even though he did it so he could whip me while I was busy. Still, I really thought all the time about screwing her. She looks really good to me when she walks around in her housedress, and the thought came up, let me say, at least once a week. I never had the balls to even suggest it, but he did it for me. Now I see that he did it just to confuse me, just to throw me off. It worked too. He pretended to be sorry about hitting me, but he threw in the old corn about how it makes you tough to be hit.
"Let me whip you then?! " I asked, really wanting the chance to let him have it.
"I'm already tough," he said.
The bastard! But he was tough and I couldn't handle him. Then, he started involving me in his mischief.
"Listen man, you want to fuck her tonight?" he asked me once.
"What?"
"Carol. You want to fuck Carol tonight?"
"Sure!"
He patted me like a trained animal.
"Good. When she gets home I'll take care of it. Just be in the living room."
Carol had been at the beauty shop, and she came home looking really nice with her hair done in a high lacquered flip. He kissed her when she walked in and began feeling her up right there.
"Hey, let me get into something comfortable," she said.
He grunted and kissed her again, running his hands up to her hair.
"Hey, don't ruin it!"
He got her down on the couch and got on top of her, and he started to undress her while she was pinned down. She didn't like it and told him to stop.
"The kid's here!" she yelled.
He laughed. He had her dress off and her underwear, in a few moments and he took out his cock and sat down on the couch, telling her to suck it if she knew what was good for her.
Carol couldn't do much else. He had her by the hair and was pulling at her, ruining her new hairdo and causing her a lot of pain. His cock was pushing itself into her mouth, and she eventually gave in and sucked him into her.
"Watch her suck my cock, kid. She's really good!"
I got up and walked close to where I could see. She was sweating, her profile on his leg, her mouth closed over his cock which was sliding in and out of her mouth. "Now you fuck her from the rear again. That way she'll suck my cock with some feeling."
I heard that and moved quickly, and my pants were off and my cock was in her in less than a few moments. She was really tight this time, not even wet yet, and it felt nice to feel her gradually get wetter and hotter.
She didn't say a word or look at me, but the way her pussy was treating my cock made me know she was glad I was there. I let her have it the best I could, taking steady deep strokes with my cock.
"Ride her. Ride the bitch! She loves it!"
I was giving it to her and she was, in turn giving it to him, his cock going so quickly in and out of her mouth that it all became a blur in no time.
She looked so pretty sucking cock that I almost came at once but I distracted myself. I wanted this to go on as long as possible. All of a sudden though, I couldn't control myself. Watching her suck cock triggered my passions, and I set up a steady rhythm that didn't end until I'd shot a hot steam of come up her twat, her contorting hot twat that sucked it up and made me dizzy with pleasure!
Ted must have been watching me, because he shot as I did, filling her mouth up with hot cream which rolled down her cheek and onto her chin, as she swallowed most of his orgasm.
He released her hair, which was destroyed, and told me I did it good.
"She never sucks cock that good, so it must have been because she liked the way you were fucking her," he said.
When he speaks like that, he looks real good-natured, and it's hard to believe what a bastard he is when he's smiling and saying something nice.
Ted got up and said he was going to wash his cock and go out, and he left us alone.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
She was whimpering and I knew she would be upset when she saw her hair.
"Yeah, I'm alright."
She tried to get up off the couch, but I had to help her. I got her to stand up and tried to walk her to the bathroom. She was moving like she was in pain. I noticed some fresh whip marks on her skin and I felt bad for her.
"Why do you stay with him?"
"I love him. That's all. I can't leave him and please don't ask me again."
"But he beats you!"
"I like it! I come when he beats me!"
Well, I guess I looked shocked because my eyes popped open wide and I looked dramatic.
"What do you mean?! "
She smiled. I was glad to see her smile, but the situation didn't really call for it.
"Do you remember how, the first time you had me, he was beating you?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, you came while he was beating you."
"I came in spite of that, not because of it."
"Well, I come because of it. Don't ask me why, but it happens," she said.
I was baffled to say the least. How the hell could getting whipped make a person come? I thought the whole thing was funny and I laughed, I guess to release it, the tensions of it.
"What's so funny?"
"I just don't understand."
She looked at her hair in the mirror, and suddenly she wasn't so amused.
"Damn it, I spent three hours in the beauty shop today and look at it."
"Well, he used it for a handle, and he used me to make sure he got good action from you."
"Complaining?"
"No, no, I had a good time, but he had a better time, and you got your hair messed up and your clothes ripped."
But she persisted in that she liked it.
"Listen, I can take it. I'm a big girl you know, and I can take it."
I didn't know what to say. The story was a little different to me then. She chose him because she knew he was like that, arid she wanted a tough guy who would kick her into shape and make all the decisions for her and just cover her with his damned authority. She should have been in the army. She would have loved to have somebody do all her thinking for her so she would just have to do what he said and not have to think for herself.
I told her exactly what I just told you, right there, in the bathroom. I don't fool around when I have something to say. You know what she did? This is really incredible but this is what she did. She told me I was right, but that's the way she was so what could either of us do about it?
In other words, she said, I'm crazy but I'm CRAZY!! Now, I'm just a kid but I know better than that. What about free will? Is that a myth? Well, if some folks got it, that means that anybody could have it because we're all born with the same machinery! I told her she was weak and she made me sick, but then I felt cruel, almost like Ted, and I told her I was sorry.
"Don't be sorry. You're right. I just don't know what to do about it. Let's drop the subject."
We walked out of the bathroom together and I went out to fool around with some friends. It was too much for me, and I needed to distract myself.
Well, the way it stands now is, he's sort of nice about it but he's still doing the same thing. I told him I don't like to be beaten and he doesn't beat me. But he does have me suck Carol's cunt when she's sucking his cock, because she sucks better, he says, and he still beats her, and often asks me to watch.
When he does that I do watch, to make sure he doesn't really hurt her. Sometimes she tells him to hit her harder, and sometimes when he's done she begs him for three more hits.
It's really crazy, but I don't know how much of it is her. I guess I lost a lot of my sympathy for her when I found out that she likes him to beat her. I mean, she knew he was like that and it was alright with her. She's really off-the-wall, and what I do is, I just try to live my own life and come home as late as possible.
There are slip-ups in his cool, however. Like, a week before I came to see you the first time, I stole his car again, and this time I slammed it into the tree in front of the house as I was putting it back in the driveway.
Now, this car is such a wreck that I don't know how he noticed, but the next day he was like a detective. He found the dent on the car, then the dent on the tree, and he took me down the basement and burned my arm with a cigarette. He's off the wall and really should be locked away, but Carol's like that also in a different way.
Well, I'll stay out of his way and leave Carol alone to do what she wants. She's not my responsibility, not because I wouldn't have it that way, but because she's made up her mind and she's his responsibility, just like she wants.
CONCLUSION
Andy's active mind certainly analyzes the situation well for a youth with no knowledge of sadomasochism. He knows there is some mysterious reason why his mother likes pain and humiliation, and he knows that Ted likes to administer pain and likes to humiliate them. He doesn't know why, and accepts the fact that it's incomprehensible, more to his credit, he accepts his low understanding of the situation without thinking something is wrong with him.
He is certainly, considering the situation, fairly normal. Ted sounds like a nice quiet lobotomy wouldn't hurt the species at all, and Carol is just as Andy pinned her to be, weak. She is an authority addict, and needs to be dominated, made to seek rewards and fear punishment. More over, she has sexual feelings of guilt which are only negated when she is forcibly taken. I am assuming that she likes the fact that Ted rapes her, rather than making love to her. This is I feel, a safe assumption under the circumstances of this relationship.
I told Andy to continue on the path he was taking, which consisted of living his own life and not taking the responsibility for what people who are old enough to know better are doing. I told him to keep his head above water independently, and fill his own life up with meaning. It will mean that he has a lot to work around, a lot of complications that don't belong in the life of a child, but his alertness and strength will help him.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Subject: Elaine Q.
Age: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Elaine is a very sensual blonde girl and it is that she sees herself much as she's used to being seen, as a sexual object. There is something unreal about her stature, as though she were a dress model made of expensive China.
She dresses in a most revealing manner and seems to flirt openly, even with me. The story she told, of her rape by her step-father, led me to believe that there was more to it than she was consciously telling me, that what her case shows, is a truth she didn't even discuss.
Well Doctor, I'm here because my mother insisted on it and that's the only reason, but, I might as well tell you the story and see what I can learn about myself. Everyone is curious about themselves aren't they?
Well, you have to be curious about something, and yourself is a good place to start. The whole mess started about a year ago when my mother got married again. My first father lives not far from us, although we don't him much.
The new guy, Mike, is really cute. My mother is almost forty and Mike's only thirty or something, but he's so cute he looks much younger, like maybe twenty if you catch him with his hair messed up and his jeans on.
Anyway, having him around all of a sudden was nice. I was just turning fifteen, and my tits were just beginning to round out like they are now, and I was just learning how men looked at them and wanted to touch them all the time.
I mean, I never knew all that stuff, and it was all dawning on me at once, and I was having a lot of fun making boys at school blush. I'm real pretty as you can see. Well, Mike and Jill, that's my mother, and she's also blonde and has my blue eyes, or maybe I have hers. Anyway, they get it on really nice, or at least they did back then before I became a problem.
They were always kissing and feeling each other up, all over the house and I walked in on them so many times they started to make a joke about it and I laughed but I didn't think it was so funny.
I was just finding myself. I was masturbating every night and just learning, and they'd show me things that made me hungry, then they'd laugh and make me leave the room so that they could finish.
Well, it went on like that for the first couple of weeks, but then I got so horny that I began to flirt with Mike. Now, I knew I was a piece of ass, and I knew that if I wore sexy stuff and jutted my tits out at him, and licked my lips and twinkled my eyes at him, he'd get itchy. I mean, I know how to be cute, it isn't hard.
I also figured that he wouldn't want to do it, because of Jill. I figured they were married just recently and he wouldn't want to risk it. I would have scrapped the whole idea as silly, but, I was very horny.
Anyway, we didn't get to be alone that much, and nothing came of it. But then one day, Jill had to go and see her lawyer about some property that she and my first father had bought together. She didn't want Mike with her because my real father was going to be there, and they don't exactly get along.
I was glad. I watched her car leave the driveway and I walked into the house, thinking that I had him. Well, when I got inside I lost my nerve. I wanted him and I wanted him bad, but I didn't want the responsibility for it at all.
An idea came to me as I went up to my room and closed the door, something I did because I was scared to act, not because I wanted to be alone. It hit me that if he raped me, I would get laid, and I would also not have to feel guilty about it because it wouldn't be something I did, but something he did!
Yeah, that's how to play it, I thought. I put on some real sexy perfume, like right between my tits and behind my ears, and I combed my blonde hair down, so that it fell real sexy around my breasts. The top I put on was so tight you could see my nipples right through it, and they were hard and looked real good.
I figured all I'd have to do is flirt and maybe he'd jump on me. I walked downstairs full of confidence, my short skirt letting my long smooth legs show. I knew he liked my legs because he paid a lot of attention to them and I'd catch him looking at me all the time, at my legs and my breasts. He probably stared at my ass also, but it's hard to tell if someone is staring at your ass. If they're staring at your tits, you're bound to catch them.
He was sitting and watching television, a beer in his hand. He saw me and smiled.
"Elaine, how you doin' baby?"
I smiled and sat down on the couch, opposite him. I knew he could see up my skirt, and I looked away from him, turning my head, so that my dress would go up and he could see my blue panties waiting for his hungry hands.
I was a virgin then, but I'd masturbated enough to know that it felt good, and fucking could only feel better, I reasoned. I turned to him and sat up straight, breathing in deep and jutting my breasts out. He wasn't missing a trick, I knew that.
"You look very nice tonight," he said.
I walked over and sat in his lap.
"Am I pretty, Mike?"
"Sure you are. You're beautiful baby."
He was running his hand across my back, kind of petting me, and I stretched, lifting my hands over my head and letting my breasts rise high up on my chest.
I saw him stare and he saw me see him, and his face flushed with color.
I pretended I didn't notice. I was playing it innocent, but I sure wasn't acting it. I put my hand on his leg, but I knew where his cock was because I could see the outline through his pants, and I put my hand real close.
He smiled as though he knew what I was doing, and he suddenly put his hand on my neck and pulled me down, my lips meeting his. He sucked my lips into his mouth and put his big hand on my pussy, and he knew exactly where the clitoris was and found it quicker than I usually do.
"Stop! Mike STOP!"
When I screamed this, I also jutted my tits right into his face, and he ripped my blouse open to get to them quickly. I knew he'd been watching those tits long enough to go ape as soon as they were near him, and he didn't even hear me yell he was so busy.
I was glad. The next thing I know we're rolling off the couch and onto the floor, and my skirt is way up around my waist and his cock is out and coming close to me.
I never got naked. I just had my blouse opened up and my skirt pushed up, and he was preparing to fuck me. I opened my legs wide and yelled for him to stop again, but he came at me, just like I wanted him to. I don't know how thin my struggle act was, but at any rate, he was stronger than me. He pushed his cock into my cunt all at once, and it was nice and wet from his finger's playing with it.
"Mike don't!" I moaned.
He already did, and he wasn't about to stop then, not with his cock in that tight little oven. I have a real tight pussy Doctor, that's another thing boys tell me.
Well, he fucked me good, and I began to get scared so I pretended I was being raped because he was too far gone to give a shit. He was coming into me in a nice even rhythm, deep and long strokes that made me come a few times the first ten minutes, and then, when he got tired and slowed down, feeling my tits, sucking them all the way into his mouth, I started to glow with a relaxed warmth that filled my body.
The fight was gone from my body, not that there'd been any real fight, but the act was over and I could just he back and get fucked for awhile.
My first time, this was! I was a virgin until he rammed it into me. It was really a good fuck also. I remember every detail of it. Anyway, he came in my pussy, and I liked that best of all, that hot liquid filling me up all of a sudden, and the way his cock was twitching and shooting. It was really great.
I wrapped my legs all the way around him and pushed him in deeper as he came, and I came right along with him. When he was done, he relaxed his grip but didn't let me get up. His hands explored my nipples and breasts, and traveled along my legs and buttocks. He put his finger right in my asshole, getting it wet by sticking it in my pussy.
I started to cry and he held me and I let him comfort me.
"Why did you rape me?" I said.
His finger dropped out off my asshole.
"What are you talking about? You wanted me to do that!"
"But I wouldn't have done it. You jumped on me!"
"Now that isn't true. You had your sexy clothes on and you were jutting your tits out at me and moistening your lips with your tongue. You know what you were doing."
"I don't know anything. I was a virgin!"
He looked down and there was a trace of blood on his cock. He looked up at me and his eyes got strange.
"We can't tell anyone about this!"
"I won't!" I said.
He relaxed. His face took on an easy manner, and he lit a cigarette.
I asked him for one and he said I was too young, but I told him I smoked. He gave me one and I coughed, then he grabbed it and put it out.
"Just keep what happened a secret and it'll be alright," he assured me.
He seemed more worried than I was, but then, I wasn't worried. I wasn't about to tell anyone. That had been great and I knew there was more action where that came from. I wanted to fuck him every day after that, but we got around to it only once in a blue moon. He felt guilty about it, I could see that. He really believed that he raped me, and I was still a virgin. I convinced him I didn't know that I'd get him horny, or at least I didn't know he'd do anything about it. I told him that if I was flirting with him, it was because I trusted him. That's about what happened.
I know you want to know what's happened since, but I don't feel like it now. This is hard, you know? It's hard to tell someone something like this.
INTERVIEW TWO
It's easy to see that this isn't an average case, of rape. Mike seems to have been manipulated into something that he would have restrained himself from, given a normal situation. Elaine obviously threw him a curve, and he bit, like most men would have.
He continues to be manipulated by her, as the second interview makes clear.
Doc, I don't want to take you through the whole thing, because all that happened for the next couple of months is, we screwed once in awhile.
Mike felt so bad about raping me that he did whatever I told him to do, and I felt really powerful. It was like, he didn't want to get me mad because I knew something that could fuck up his whole life, and I had no intentions of ever doing that, but as long as I had the power over him, he would cooperate with me. It was an ideal situation, at least on the rare occasions when we were alone. I'd ask him to eat my pussy and suck my tits, and he'd do it all. The only demand he made of me, was, he liked to have me suck his cock, but I liked that so it was no problem.
Well, a few months ago, Jill was supposed to be away for the whole day, and Mike and I were in the bedroom. He was stretched out on the bed and I started to suck his cock, and the phone rang so Mike picked it up and it was a friend of his.
Mike started talking to the guy and I kept sucking his cock. He was laughing because it felt weird to be talking to someone and have his cock sucked at the same time, but he liked it. I could tell the way he put his hand under my chin.
Anyway, she walked right in on that scene! We didn't hear her in the house because Mike was talking on the phone, but we sure saw her when she opened that door.
"I have to hang up!" Mike said.
I laughed. I mean, here she is and here I am sucking his cock which popped out of my astonished mouth. He's looking at her, his eyes wild with confusion, and what does he do? He tells his friend he has to hang up!
Wow, I had to hold it in! Jill looked really mad, although I couldn't decide what the big deal was. If I had a boyfriend I'd let her fuck him if she wanted to.
"What's going on here? What are you doing?"
"Ah, well--"
"Elaine, go to your room and shut the door!! "
I stormed out and I don't know what was said after that. I felt like shit. I hadn't even gotten a mouthful of come out of the deal!
I really don't know what happened in that room, but later on, Mike snuck out and snuck into my room.
"I have to talk to you," he said.
"Come in."
I was scared. All we needed was for him to get caught in my room now.
"She's asleep. She drank a pint bottle of whiskey and cursed me until she fell asleep."
"Why is she so mad?"
"Never mind that. Just don't dare tell her I raped you," he said.
I put my hand on his cock and he was shocked, like how could I do such a thing?
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Listen, this is serious!"
"Well, you better fuck me or I'll tell the truth."
"Not now, maybe tomorrow!"
I made him do it then, and he really didn't want to. He was so scared he almost went crazy every time the bed squeaked, but I knew it was alright. Jill can't drink, and when she does she always ends up sleeping it off. I wasn't worried at all.
I guided his cock in, and soon he was going at it, giving me what I wanted. I told him, while he was fucking me, that I'd never betray him.
He looked relieved, and he fucked me real good until I came a few times. He didn't come.
"What happened?"
"I guess I'm too nervous," he said.
I wanted his come. I wanted to hear him moan and watch him shiver with pleasure. I reached over and put his cock deep in my mouth, just as it was when she walked in, but this time she didn't walked in and I got my mouthful of hot come! I let his cock slip out of my mouth and he patted me and told me to just not say I was raped, and he snuck back into his own bedroom with Jill.
Well, Jill had to talk to me the next day to say the least. She told me that he'd said that I'd been flirting with him and he couldn't stand it. He told her that he didn't want to screw up his marriage, but I was always jutting my tits out at him and making him horny. I didn't want to get him in more trouble. I told her it was true, and that I'd begged him to do it.
"Why?"
I started to cry and she felt sorry for me.
"I don't know. I needed it! I just found myself doing it and it made me feel guilty but I couldn't help it."
"You have to be strong."
"I didn't know. I didn't mean to do any harm."
She told me that she forgave me, and that I'd just have to pretend it never happened. I smiled and assured her it would never happen again.
"I feel so guilty. I'd have to be crazy to let it happen again," I said.
Jill patted my hair and told me to just stay out of trouble. She told me everyone screws up once in awhile. I really appreciated her words, because I thought she'd stay mad like she was when she first caught us.
Well, we stayed away from each other for two weeks, Mike and I, but then I was horny for him and we were alone in the car. She was very careful not to leave us alone in the house, but she had no control over the car.
Actually, I guess she could have planned the day differently, but she probably figured we wouldn't do it in the car, especially during the day. She just didn't know how bad he wanted me all the time.
He picked me up at school and we got on the highway, and I started to stroke his cock and took it out of his pants and bent down into his crotch and put it in my mouth.
His spine shot up stiff, just like his cock. He was tense, but he let me continue. Soon I felt his finger on my clitoris, over my panties. He was getting me hot as hell.
"Let's go to the park," I said.
He didn't say anything, but he passed our exit and I knew where he was going. He drove into the park and found a nice secluded spot and started moving my skirt up and my panties down, and he was on top of me at once, right in the front seat.
Wow! I'd never fucked in a car before. It was really unreal. I mean, we could see people walking around every once in awhile, and they just didn't happen to look in so we were lucky. I wasn't scared. I mean, I was too busy to get shook up. He was fucking me in deep penetrating strokes that were making my blonde cunt tingle and shake.
"Deeper. I love that hard cock!"
I started to suck his finger because he loves when he gets to see me suck on something. Sometimes when I want to get him horny I just eat a lollipop in front of him. It works every time I do it!
Anyway, he fucked me right on the seat and I came a few times and he came. I know because I could feel the hot liquid in my cunt, and I was sticky on the ride home. It felt so good, that hot come between my legs.
Again, he made me promise not to say anything.
"Do you think I'm crazy?! "
He smiled. He felt cool, like he'd get away with it. I certainly hoped there'd be no trouble.
After that we stayed away from each other, but then one night, very suddenly, Jill said she was going out. I watched her drive out of the driveway and went up to his bedroom.
He was asleep and I woke him up by sucking his cock. He opened one eye.
"Where's Jill!! ! ! ? ? ? ? "
"Relax. She's out."
"Where did she go?"
"I don't know."
"When will she be back?"
"I don't know. Now stop asking me questions so I can suck on my lollipop!"
I pursed my lips and wet them with my tongue. He loves my lips. Then I covered the head of his cock and let him have it. He had just filled up my mouth when the door was flung open and there she was again. That's why I'm here now Doctor. She absolutely insisted on it, and she even talked Mike into coming to see you. He asked me to ask you to arrange an appointment.
This time I know I hurt her, and maybe even screwed up her marriage, and I really didn't mean to do that. I feel terrible, and she doesn't trust me at all anymore.
Mike and she are going through a rocky period, that's what they call it, but he loves her a lot and he keeps promising hell make it up to her. She abuses him sometimes now, and she never did before, but he lets her get away with it. I know he feels guilty, and I know she went through a lot of shit because I got hungry, but what the hell are you supposed to do when you get hungry? I mean, here's this beautiful guy around the house and I'm just learning about how good my body can feel, and it was all so natural it's hard to believe it was wrong. Shit!
I keep a low profile at home now. I really try to stay out of their way, and they're very careful not to let me catch them fucking. Jill told me that if I wanted to I could bring boys up to my room. She said once the door was shut she wouldn't dream of opening it, and I haven't done that yet but I will soon because I feel a rampage coming on and I don't want to involve poor Mike again.
Mike is still good to me. He doesn't suspect that he didn't rape me. He told me he was going to treat me like his daughter, and he seems to be sticking to it. I'm trying to control my appetite, but the other day I looked at him and was ready to start the whole thing again. He backed down and I understood why.
CONCLUSION
Elaine is not the victim of this story, but the opposite. She instigated and promoted the entire event, and although she doesn't admit the blame, it is hers. I suspect that her guilt is marginal, or she wouldn't even consider doing it again, which she obviously does.
I pointed out that she could very easily ruin the marriage and she said that's why she stopped, but I didn't detect serious contemplation. What I got from her, rather, was the feeling that she would play it, all by ear, and try her best to stay out of it, but if her best wasn't good enough, she would grant herself full license to do it again.
I will speak to Mike and, although I can't tell him the alleged rape was planned, I will tell him that his behavior was understandable under the circumstances. I will urge him to strengthen the trust in his marriage, and to be grateful for his wife for continuing the relationship after he'd acted without thought to consequence, without responsibility.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject: Dorothy F.
Age: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Dorothy F. a pretty girl of fifteen, sat in my office in the chair facing my desk. She was a tall girl and very thin, with red hair and a scar over her left green eye. She was winding her muffler around and around her hand as she looked into my face.
Dorothy came to me of her own free will, trying to solve a crisis in her life. Following is a full account of our first interview.
Doctor, I simply had to see you. I have nobody to talk to. My mother is alive, but, she is a colossal bitch and I can never turn to her for any kind of advice. She just wants me to be a frilly, insipid, creepy thing with a chastity belt closed between my legs. My father is dreamy, but no more liberal in his views about sex and woman's place in the world. Honestly, they just want to shut me off in a convent or something, but, Doctor, they cannot do that to me. I am an individualist to the end, and I will not have them dictating to me by their inane standards of morality. If I listened to them I would never get laid, and I like to get laid a lot.
You wonder why a girl of my age says that? Simple. I get screwed as often as I can. Sometimes I get screwed more than once a day, but, I never tell anyone. If my parents knew they would kill me. Once my father told me that if he ever found out that I was not a virgin he would take me to a doctor to have my cunt sewn up. Now, really Doctor, can you just imagine a girl walking around with a sewn up cunt? I mean, I could still give blow-jobs, but, half of the fun would be lost and that would be a shame. Don't you agree, doctor?
My mother says that it is a sin against God to get fucked. Well, I can't believe that, and I still go to church. But, I never go to confession anymore for fear that the priest will tell my parents that I put out and that my father will really have me stitched.
You know, Doctor, that as far back as I can remember, I always had sexual fantasies. Somehow, I think I always knew how it all worked. God only knows how I figured it out. And I had a boy friend when I was twelve. I would have had one sooner, but Mother and Father wouldn't allow it. They didn't like it at twelve, for that matter.
My first boy friend was named Dalworth. Can you believe anyone having to go through life with a name like Dalworth? Well, that was it. Like it or not. I kid you not. Dalworth. Anyway, he was from a respectable, church going, very rich clan, so the folks decided that I could go with him. He was only twelve, too, so they felt confident that nothing would happen. And nothing did, with Dalworth, anyway.
Yeah, Doc, I am getting to the good part. The heavy fucking. I was twelve, right, and Dalworth's brother came to visit. He was much older, twenty-six, I think, and a graduate student out in California. Dalworth's folks were older and fartier than my parents.
Anyway, he came back to town for the summer, His name was Romain. If I told you their last name you would crack up, Doc, honest to God. It started with D and rhymed with pork. Anyway, he came to town and I met him one day while Dalworth and I were playing in the yard. Can you just see me playing in the fucking, asshole yard, Doc?
Well, let me tell you, the guy was not to be believed. A fucking God is what he was. Over six feel and dark, swarthy, with shoulders that were wider than most doorways and brown eyes, and a cock that didn't stop. I mean, the first thing I noticed was this long thing resting in his left trouser leg, and like a shot I wanted to put my mouth up to his pants and suck through the gabardine.
He said something like, "Gee, it's nice to meet my little brother's friends," and I knew that he was looking at me. I may be thin, but, I have very big tits. You can see that for yourself, right Doc?
I was thinking, like how do I shake fucking Dalworth and get his older brother interested in me. I wanted to at least give him a blow-job, right? To suck on that great big whammy. Well, believe it or not, Doc, Dalworth did it for me. The little fucker got the mumps.
Well, I was supposed to go to a fair. I was counting on Dalworth to go with me, and when he got sick my folks said that I couldn't go. I damned near shit a brick trying to get them to change their minds. No way, they said.
Then, like out of a play or something, Romain calls and says that Dalworth is really sorry to disappoint me and that if my folks will go along with the idea he would clear the day and take me to the fucking fair.
The jackasses said okay, that I could go since I would have an adult to protect me. I kept hoping that if anyone threatened me Romain would just hide me under his body, got the picture, doc?
I dressed really cute for it. I wore this little sunsuit number that really showed off my boomers. It was a trip and a half. Romain's eyes fucking popped out of his head when I came out of the house and walked to his car, a VW convertible, no less.
He took me to the fair, okay, but it was a bummer, really dull, and he suggested that we go out to a lake he knew. We lived in New Jersey then and there are these great lakes around Westwood.
Well, I said that I didn't have a bathing suit and he said that there was one in the trunk that belonged to a girl friend of his from California and that I could wear that. I saw that he was looking at me in a sexy way, and the bulge in his pants seemed to be bigger and harder than it had been the last time we had met.
"We can really have fun," he said. I knew that we could and I was very willing to enjoy his company. I wanted to enjoy every part of his company, right? Did you ever make it with a twelve year old girl, Doc? Twelve year old girls are hot stuff, Baby, let me tell you.
On the way to the lake he asked me if Dalworth was my only boy friend and I said yes and he asked me if we ever fooled around. Well, I must have blushed because he did a little.
"I guess not," he said. "But, tell me, aren't you curious."
I admitted that I was very curious and I told him that I didn't want to fool around with Dalworth because I had never done anything and I wanted to start with a man who knew what the fuck he was doing.
"Solid thought," he said.
We got to the lake and he took off his pants. He had his bathing suit on, one of those latex numbers that really makes you see the equipment, right. I thought I would burst wanting it inside of me. He got out of the car and got the suit for me out of the trunk and gave it to me and walked away like a real gentleman so that I could change.
I remember, I thought to myself, hell, I never will get him to fuck me if I can't even get him to stay with me when I'm changing.
"Hurry up," he called. "I want to show you my favorite spot."
I thought maybe the guy wasn't going to disappoint me after all. Maybe this was going to work out. Maybe I would get to suck a cock. Maybe I would get fucked. Jesus, how I wanted to at least touch and see that cock. I even wondered what he liked to do, right. I mean, I figured that he was the gentle type, a real romantic. I jumped into that bathing suit so fast that I still am surprised I didn't leave one of my tits hanging out.
"Hurry up," he called to me.
Let me tell you, Doc, I broke records running to the fucker's side. He really turned me on that much. Do you get turned on, Doc? Anyway, let me get on with the story. "Come on, Dorothy," he called. We went for a swim in the lake. The water was ice cold and very, very invigorating, and when we got out there was no way for Romain to hide his hard-on. I mean, he was embarrassed walking through the people with this eight and a half inch dong, Dork's dong, I always called it.
He somehow did get through that horror and the fucker led me up a slope to a tree hidden area which overlooked the lake and really was far out and sexy.
"I used to come here a lot when I was a kid," he said. "In fact, this was where I had my first fuck."
I had never heard him use a dirty word before and I really got turned on by it.
"That bitch sucked my cock like you wouldn't believe," he told me. "Then I fucked her until she was so wet with sex juice that I thought I would slide out of her fucking cunt."
I couldn't believe what he was saying. All I knew was that the more he talked the more I wanted him to kiss me, right? Well, he finally did. He leaned over and really grabbed me to him and I tell you he kissed the fucking shit out of me. He had a rough beard and he rubbed it against my cheek and it burned. I think he meant to do it that hard, too. Because he didn't stop. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and I really just had to take it like crazy. He didn't give me a choice. It was like all the way down to my tonsils. I almost choked on it, but I wanted more. And then he had his hand at my cunt, right, under the bathing suit and at my cunt and he plunged a finger in, really hard. I had never had anything in my cunt before, and his finger really did it to me. I started to shake. He shoved another finger into me, then another, and another. Before I knew what had happened I had almost his whole hand in me. It was like getting fist fucked up the cunt. And then I was bleeding down my leg, but the blood was thin.
I was spouting cunt sauce for the very first time in my life.
"I busted your cherry," he told me gruffly. "Now you won't hurt when I fuck you. You didn't think I was going to let you get away from me this summer without giving you a good fucking, did you?"
I was breathing so heavily I thought that my tits were going to fly off of my fucking chest. I could not believe what was happening inside of me. And his chest was weighing me down and I thought, if my fucking mother could see me now she would fucking have a stroke.
Can you see it, Doc? Can you see my shitty mother catching me with blood coming out of my cunt? Well, I'll tell you, Doc, she might not like it, but I sure as shit did. I wanted more.
"You want to get fucked?" he asked me.
I told him that the thing I wanted most of all in the world was to feel his cock going into my cunt. I told him that I wanted him to be the man to teach me how to fuck. I begged him to fuck me.
You can't believe it, Doc, the way I felt as I touched his chest. Like, it was so strong and muscular and hairy and wild, and his cock was standing so rigid that some of it was sticking up at the top of his trunks. I mean, there was the tip of the head of Dork's dong shoving out of the suit. I put my head down to it and licked it. It just got bigger and bigger. I licked it again and again and again. I really wanted it, but I was afraid to take it out of his suit.
"You want to hold my fuck stick?" he asked. "Take it out. Take my fucking joy stick out of my suit and hold it in your hand."
Well, Doc, it was fucking magic, holding that big thing.
"You want to lick it, don't you?" he asked. "Put just the top of it into your mouth and suck on it."
I tell you, Doc, I was drenched down south. My cunt was steaming, the blood had stopped, but, the sex juice was dripping down my thighs and I was heaving like crazy. I got that into my mouth really fast. I wanted it there. I was more than happy to suck on it.
"Roll your tongue around the head," he commanded me.
I did as I was told.
"Now take more of it into your mouth. Come on. Take more of it. Get at least half of it into your mouth."
I did I did just as he told me. There was nothing that I wanted more than I wanted that cock. I gobbled half of it into my mouth. It was a thick mother and I gagged on it, but, Romain fucking didn't let up. He pushed his hips up and shoved the whole Goddam thing down my throat. I thought it was going to tear the inside of my fucking mouth, but it didn't.
"Take that, you little cunt bitch," he aid, and he started to really grind his hips against my face and pound that cock into my mouth. I thought that maybe I was going to die, but, I didn't. I just kept sucking and sucking and sucking and sucking and sucking.
Tell me, Doc, would you like a blow-job? I could really go for you? I like your looks. I can't explain it, but, you really turn me on. Let me swing on your ding dong a little.
Romain couldn't get enough of my mouth. He held my head like in a vise and kept pushing it down as he pushed his cock up. It was really wildness, right? But, I'll tell you something, Doc. I dig wildness. I have no time for soft sex. Maybe Romain was just a great teacher, but, I don't want some panty waist who is going to tell me he's being gentle. Fuck gentle! When I get screwed I like to get screwed!
Romain sure screwed my face. I'll tell you that.
He plowed that cock into my face for a solid hour, believe it or not. One hour of face fucking. That's pretty fucking good for a novice, right?
Oh, and in case you are wondering, the scar on my face had nothing to do with Romain. I got that when I was six fucking years old. I got hit by a bus. The stupid ass driver couldn't see me because I was so tiny. Shit, he really fucked up my face, right? But, Romain didn't care. He said that he could fuck a scarred face just as well as he could fuck a clear one.
Anyway, he face-fucked me for an hour. The cock just seemed to get harder and bigger with every suck and there I was on my hands and knees, breathing through my nose like a jerk, but sucking the greatest fucking cock in the world. In all the fucking I've done since then, Doc, and I have done plenty, Dork's dong was the best looking and the best fucking I've met.
Do you have a nice cock, Doc? Is it big and thick or is it just some little mushroom with a funny look? You must have a big one. You look like the kind of man who has a big cock.
Well, he fucked away. I slurped and gagged and loved every minute of it, and I loved feeling my own hotness on my legs. Then he reached into me again and he got ahold of my clit with two fingers and he squeezed it and the whole world went crazy. I mean, the ground wasn't steady under me and even though I was on all fours I lost my balance and fell flat and he jammed his super cock up into my throat and shot a wad of come that was not to be believed. Remember, I had never tasted come before, but, boy, did I taste it this time. I just drank it all down. Some people like booze, but, Doc, anytime you want to offer me a drink, offer me a glass of fresh come. I guzzle that like nobody's business.
Do you ever get turned on by your patients, Doc?
I gazed at my watch and realized that Dorothy's time was up and that I had to prepare for another patient. I told her that I thought she was doing very well, speaking very clearly and directly with no hang-ups to delay her progress, and I told her that I wanted to see her the following week. She was completely amenable to that suggestion and asked, in fact, whether I thought it would be possible to meet twice in the following week as she really wanted to tell me a great deal more about her experiences.
I told her that I thought it unwise at this point for her to become too reliant on me, and told her that at least for the time being once a week would certainly suffice. She was disappointed, but, willing to accept my decision. I dismissed her and told the nurse to set up the next appointment.
Dorothy came back the following week and waited eagerly for me to complete an urgent telephone call. She waited patiently, but, as soon as I was ready to begin, she began to talk feverishly.
I was telling you last week how Romain got me to blow him. Well, Doc, before we talk about any of my other tricks, I want to finish the Romain story because that fucking humpy number really got it into me that day.
Maybe it was because I was only twelve, but, I don't think so. I think it was because he was such a fucking fabulous dude, I asked him to fuck me.
"You don't hold back any shit," he said. "You are an ace kid."
I was really excited that I had managed to impress him. This was really the greatest compliment to me. Like I had never had a cock in my mouth before and I had done a really good job sucking, right? Well, I said that I didn't have time for shit. I told him that I had to get home because if I didn't my mother and father might get suspicious and I told him that if he didn't fuck me I would kill myself.
Well, I guess he knew that I didn't intend to do that, but, like almost to teach me a lesson, he turned me over his knee and gave me a whipping. Shit, my father had never spanked me. Nobody had. My ass was as virginal as my twat, and I got really turned on. I mean, I really dug his hand whamming down on my ass like a paddle hitting a soft ball.
I asked him to hit me more. I begged him to just keep spanking me, and he did for a long time. I was crying, but they weren't fucking sad tears. They were like really wow time! Joyous, happy tears. Like this dude cared enough about me to spank me.
Why did I say that, Doc? Why do you suppose I said that?
Anyway, nobody can fucking get spanked forever, right, so I asked him to give me the cock inside my cunt. I mean, I could see that he was ready to go again, all set for another round, and I figured there was no way that I was going to waste that cock and no way that I was going to go home without getting fucked.
"You have to be real sure that you want to get fucked," he told me, "because I fuck hard, and when I start I don't pull out for a damned soul. You take the cock and you take the come. Are you okay this time of the month?"
I didn't even know what he was talking about, but, he asked me some questions and I gave him answers and dates, and he mapped out my whole chart in the sand and realized that I wouldn't get pregnant. He was that nice a guy. He really cared.
"I can't wait to get inside of you," he said. "I would hate to think that I primed you for some other guy. I've got to fuck you, Dorothy. Christ, I have to call you something besides Dorothy. Every time I say your name I see you in a house that's floating in the fucking air. I am going to call you Sally."
I wouldn't have cared at that point if he had called me Shit, Piss, Cunt, or Stupid. All I cared about was getting that cock into me. He tore the bathing suit off of me. I mean, he really tore it off so that it could never be worn again, and he finally got his fucking latex ugly bathing suit off and I saw his whole body and let me tell you it was great.
Romain was on top of me in no time flat. He didn't waste time, right?
Are you a slow or a fast fucker, Doc? Romain was fast getting in, but, he stayed there for a long time once he found a home. He got that cock into me without any trouble. I was dripping, right, and hotter than hell. He could probably have shoved a watermelon into me if he wanted to.
"How does that feel?" he asked.
It felt great. I didn't want him to ever take it out. It felt like I had a whole other body inside of mine.
Romain drove it into me like mad. He fucked me. He fucked me more. More and more and more and more and more. He fucked me like he hadn't fucked in years and wanted to make up for lost time.
His rock hard jumbo cunt thriller rammed and plowed and tore into my red hot, sizzling cunt like you would not believe. It drove on and on and in and in and in and in, deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper. His balls were slamming outside of my cunt slit and they were really hitting me hard, that's how hard he was riding me.
I was under him, right, but, slamming my cunt up over his cock, moving up, up, up, up, up, up, against him, crash, crash, crash, like a piston in a car. We were fucking like Hell's bells. Dork's dong and Hell's bells. That's fucking funny, Doc. Why the fuck don't you laugh a little? It would do you some good. I wonder what you need more, Doc, a good laugh or a good lay. I could give you both.
Oh, Fuck, Romain was juicy and great. I tore his back open I scratched him so hard while we were fucking. In fact, one of the scratches really left a permanent scar. Dig that, the guy did me a big favor and I scarred him for fucking life. Shit.
"You are a hot little number, Sally," he said to me as he rammed that tool into my twitching twat. God, how I loved it.
"Fuck me harder," I screamed. "Fuck Sally."
I still don't know who the flying fuck fucking Sally really was, or if he really just didn't want to call me Dorothy and that was the first name that came into his mind. I guess I never will know, but who cares. Funny, whenever I fuck a guy I don't want to see again and he asks me my name, I always say Sally.
Romain was a wild cannon. There really was no stopping his fucking.
Doc, why are you looking at me like that? I really don't fuck with that many guys. Really. I'm not some little fucking whore. I'm basically a good girl. And, like, when I got things going with Romain, well, we were together for the whole summer. Dumb Dalworth went off to camp so that he could forget his illness. Fucking mumps. And Romain always took me to the beach. I only fucked with him for ten weeks and I didn't fuck anyone else for three weeks after he left and that guy was no damn good in the kip so I didn't touch another until a tfuck driver who was the same age as Romain came to town six weeks after that.
Anyway, I guess you want me to finish the story of Romain and the first fuck.
You do want that, don't you, Doc?
There we were, right, under the fucking tree, grinding into one another like there was no tomorrow.
"I've got to keep fucking you. You are the coolest piece of young meat I have ever had. I mean, you are too much. You are great."
And he wasn't putting me on. I am one great lay, let me tell you. I am one terrific lay. I am one absolutely dynamite fuck. If you ever want to try me out, I mean, Doc. Just keep it in mind.
So we were fucking like crazy. Wham! Bang! Zow! Plow! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Zap! Bam! Bang! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
It was incredible, Doc. My body had forty thousand pulses and I felt them all pounding in me. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! On and on! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
"I'm going to hold off coming for as long as I can," Romain said.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
"I'm going to make you wait."
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
"Take my cock!"
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
"Take it!"
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
"Take it some more!" Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
There was no stopping us, Doc. We really had it going like all hell on wheels. We were fucking like the sky was falling and we had to be under it fucking together. Together, Doc. Dig it? Together.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
"I can still hold it," he screamed.
Well, Doc, try as we would, we just couldn't keep going forever. He pulled a wild trick. He slid one finger, then two, into my cunt next to his prick. That did me in completely and I started to really come, like jolting like mad, right, and when I took off it set him off and he shot into me. I mean, he shot so much and so hard that I could feel it land on my insides.
When we were finished we got into our suits again and went back down to the water and took a swim so that we would at least be clean if not cool. I just couldn't keep my eyes off of him and he knew it. He told me that the bathing suit did not belong to any other girl, that he had bought it especially for me after he saw me the first time. He bought it for me, Doc, because he really wanted to make it with me. The fucker really wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted him to do it.
He asked me if we could do it again. "May I fuck you again?" he asked me.
I said yes like mad. Do you blame me, Doc? Do you blame me for wanting to hold onto that fucking terrific dude. I just wanted to fuck with him forever.
Well, to make a long story short, we kept going for the whole summer. He took me to the beach every day and we fucked like rabbits every fucking day.. .
Do you fuck every day, Doc? Or are you a once a week person?
At End of the summer Romain went back to California and my family moved us to New York. I never saw Romain again and I haven't to this day. But, Doc, I fucking haven't forgotten him either, and let me tell you, if I do meet him I am going to do all of the same things all over again because there has never been anyone to make me feel the way Romain did. He bought the bathing suit for me.
Doc, do you think I was in love with him? Do you think that maybe I still am in love with him, or do you think it was just that I fucking was responding to the fact that he wanted me and he didn't make shitty rules for me to obey? What do you think, Doc?
Well, what difference does it make? He was the first guy to fuck me. We both planned it and we were both surprised. I wonder what he's doing now, and if he ever thinks of me. Do you think he ever thinks of me and of the wild summer we had together? Or do you think I was just another cunt who is now forgotten? I hope not, Doc. I really do hope not.
Doc, did you ever fuck one of your patients? Did you fucking ever fuck one of your fucking patients? If you ever want to, Doc, I'll be here every Tuesday, right?
CONCLUSION
Even after only two meetings, really after the first, it was clear to see that Dorothy has been intimidated and stifled by her parents. She is a girl who wants to express herself and wants very much to be noticed. This explains her constant use of profanity, largely for its shock value alone, since she is very intelligent and obviously has better words at her command.
He search for older men, Romain being the first, is prompted by her desire to be loved by her father, and her pleasure at the fact that Romain bought the bathing suit for her is obviously a desire for sex.
Dorothy's not caring about her name indicates that she is not happy with who she is. As a result she is willing to be anybody that any man who will offer her affection wants her to be.
It seems that she really does fear that her father will have her stitched, and, as a result, indulges in constant sex so that should he ever try this ridiculous speculation she will have gotten the last laugh on him.
Dorothy is a nice girl who is begging for love. Her constant suggestions to me are also not based upon sexual desire. They are a quest for my attention and an offered payment to me for listening to her.
It is my theory that when Dorothy realizes that she has enough warmth to ignore the coldness of her authoritarian parents, something which will happen with further therapy, she will supersede her problems and become a happy, fulfilled adult.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Subject: Krista L.
Age: Twelve
INTERVIEW ONE
My patient was a young, German-born girl, as sweet and zaftig as any you'd want to meet. She was blond and blue-eyed and I could see that she had been high-spirited once. There were still vestiges of that, but something had happened to break that spirit.
And that's why she had come to me. It seems she had come from a broken home in Germany, which is somewhat rare. Her father brought her to this country, as her mother was incapable of taking care of her, being in and out of mental homes in that country, which is also not terribly common over there. Since he found himself out of work and unable to support her, she went into a children's home, to be put up for adoption.
But best let her tell her own story.
The children's home was okay, Doctor. There wasn't much love around, but you knew you were safe. It was the foster parents that kept coming in to get me that you got to be suspicious of. Every time the sisters would come to tell me that some new prospective parents had arrived to take me out, I would start shaking.
I'd get so nervous. They wouldn't know why I'd get so upset. They thought I should be grateful that someone thought enough of me to want to maybe adopt me as their own.
At first, if they ever did bad things to me, I'd say something to the supervisor. But she got so that she wouldn't believe me, and after a while, she wouldn't hear of it any more.
I didn't even believe myself after a while. Well, it's going to be hard to tell you this, Doctor. I mean, to tell you, I have to sort of live through it again, and I really want to forget it. Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe if I try to forget it, it'll just go away.
Oh, I know that's not true. I know from stories my mother used to tell me of the concentration camps, that you don't forget bad things that happen to you. They come back to you in dreams to haunt you.
Well, I'll tell you about this one man and woman who came to take me out not long ago. The idea was, that if you got along okay with them, you could go live with them and maybe they'd adopt you.
It didn't work out to say the least. They took me out on a beautiful fall day. At first I was, how do you call it, very optimistic. They seemed nice. They were very attractive. She was tall and schlank, yes, slender, and he was very fein, I mean, handsome.
I had visions of being their very own daughter. That's when I still hadn't lost all hope. Now I still fantasize, but I really have to watch myself, so I don't dream so much I don't see and realize the truth about some people. People have to prove they're your friend. Then you give all to them.
With me it used to be the other way around. I was so happy and optimistic, as you say, that I didn't realize some of these horrible people wanted something from me, and they didn't want ME.
Well, these people's names were Judy and Timothy Warble. Nice names. That's partly why I liked them so much. Their names were as schoen, I mean as lovely as their looks.
The first day out they took me to have an ice cream at this coffee and cake place that reminded me of a place in Germany where my parents used to take me. Mama and Papa both.
Papa comes to see me rarely now. He senses what's happening to me. He's on unemployment and he tries to slip me some money when he can, but I know he doesn't have much.
Well, Judy and Timothy were real sweet. They thought I was pretty and they really liked my German accent. They adored everything I said. I can be quite charming, you know. At least, I used to be able to.
Well, I came back that evening all happy and enthusiastic. The supervisor was pleased that I was pleased.
I couldn't wait till the next day. On Sunday they were going to take me out again. This time we went to the movies, which I love. I couldn't understand English very well then, when it was spoken very fast. But still, I loved the American movies, especially the cowboy films and the love films and the films with music in them.
Well, we had a grand time. We had popcorn in the movies and then we had hamburgers and malted milks. It was great. They said they really liked me and would I like to spend the following weekend overnight at their house?
I said yes, I'd love to. I wish to heavens, now, that I'd said no.
All week I looked forward to it. The kids and the supervisor at the children's home had never seen me in such a good mood for such a long time. I was usually moping around.
Well, Friday night came, and there were Judy and Timothy, right on schedule. I greeted them with a real friendly smile and they looked happy to see me.
Well, we got in the car and drove for a long ways, out into the country. I hadn't the slightest idea where we were. We drove up to a lovely rambling house with lots of land. Their house was beautiful. I couldn't have asked for nicer foster parents, or a more beautiful house to live in.
We had a nice ham dinner and watched some television. Then Judy showed me up to my room. That was nice too. All done in blue, to match my blue eyes, they said.
I got undressed. While I was undressing Judy came in to give me some more warm blankets. I was embarrassed at first for her to see me without my clothes on. I was just about to put my nightie on.
"It's okay, honey. You look just lovely. I'll be out of here in a minute. It's getting colder outside, so I just thought you might need these."
I said thank you and put my nightgown on real fast. I crept under the covers and she sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I'm real glad you came to stay with us," she said, holding my hand.
"I'm glad too," I said. It was just like having my Mama with me again.
She said, "You're growing up now, aren't you? You're very pretty now, and you're going to be real beautiful some day." She didn't let go of my hand.
She chucked me under the chin, and put her other hand on my cheek. "You have such lovely skin. All German girls do, I guess, don't they?"
I don't know. I shrugged. I was used to people complimenting me on it.
She felt my arm and patted it up and down. It felt good. Mama used to do that too. In fact, Mama and I used to sleep together. It felt good and secure. We used to just cuddle.
I told Judy that and she thought it was a nice idea. She asked if I minded. I shrugged again. I said no. So she went out and got into her nightgown and came back in.
She slipped into bed and turned out the light. I went to sleep right away. It felt so cozy.
I woke up in the middle of the night to feel her hands touching me all over. At first she was just patting me on the back. Then I felt her touching my little breasts. I knew that was wrong. They're just starting to grow, Doctor. I just started wearing a training bra. I guess that's what you call it.
Well, her hands were all over me and she even reached down and her hands went up and down my chubby thighs. Then her hand went into my crotch and felt it all over.
She was a bad woman, Doctor. She was evil. I tried to pull away, but her hands kept working all over me. It was liked she'd lost her senses.
She pulled up my nightgown then and felt all over my secret places. She felt my pubic hair. It had just started to grow. It really felt good when she rubbed it, but I know it was wrong.
"Don't do that," I pleaded, but she kept doing it.
"It's okay," she said. "You can feel me, too."
"But I don't want to feel you. I just want to sleep," I said. I began getting very upset.
"Let me feel you," she said. 'There's nothing wrong with it."
I tried to relax. I began getting very upset. I didn't know how I could get out of there, if I disagreed. I didn't know where I was. So I let her feel me some more.
I tried to pull away again, but she held onto me fast. I started trying to get out of bed, and she pulled me back. She said if I tried getting up again, she would call Timothy.
"Well, maybe you should," I said. If he could get her out of my bed, then I could go to sleep. I liked them both but I liked Timothy better. Maybe because girls always like men better, and boys like women better.
"Okay, I will," she said nastily. The way she said it, I began to get kind of frightened. I wondered if I should tell her no, don't call him.
She hopped out of bed and went down the hall. She brought him back, almost immediately. It was almost as if the whole thing were planned. He was in his robe. He didn't even look tired.
"What's the problem here, Krista?" Timothy said severely. I was shocked. He had never used that tone of voice with me before. I sat up straight in bed. "She's touching me all over, Timothy," I said, sort of meek and angry, too.
"Well, what's wrong with that. She likes you. She's just being motherly."
"My mother never did what Judy's doing to me. My mother never touched me where she's touching me." I started getting more confident. "She's touching me between the legs and on my.. .my breasts."
"So you're nice to touch. Everyone touches everyone, didn't you know that? You're growing up pretty now. You're getting to be a woman. You're sexy. That's what being an adult is all about."
I didn't say anything. I was getting defensive. I began doubting myself. I mean, I didn't know very much. Maybe they were right.
Timothy just stood there, while Judy began feeling me again. The light was on and it was bright. She lifted my nightgown then and began feeling me again.
She called it my pussy. I was so embarrassed I was about ready to cry. And Timothy just stood there and watched, with a funny, odd smile curling around his face.
"Spread your legs," directed Judy.
I was horrified.
"No," I said.
"Do what she tells you," said Timothy in a low, firm voice. I looked at him sharply. "I mean it," he snarled.
I still couldn't believe what was happening to me. I gritted my teeth and spread my legs about one inch. Judy pulled them apart very hard. I began whimpering.
She felt between my legs. She rubbed the spot where my pee comes out and then she lowered her hand still further. She found a hole that I had just discovered myself, the hole where my menstruation comes out of.
She began putting her finger up that hole. "Don't," I screamed and tried to pull away. But she held me tight.
She kept putting her finger further and further up. It began to hurt. Suddenly I felt a kind of pop! And a little blood came out.
"She's still a virgin, Timmy," Judy said to her husband.
"Well, well," he said. "Just what I always wanted. A virgin."
Then I really got scared. He added, "Get her ready for me, Judy. Prime the virgin for me."
I was horrified. I tried to close my legs. I couldn't. She kept forcing them open. She kept pressing her finger straight up me and rotating it around and around. It was terrible. It felt good, but I knew it was wrong. I wanted her to stop. I didn't choose it at all.
She made me do it, Doctor. Do you understand? I didn't want to. She made me. She kept pushing her finger in and out. Then she'd go back up to my pee slit. At least I thought it was my pee slit. She kept calling it clitoris, or something like that.
She rubbed it and rubbed it and made it feel real good. It made me feel high. It made me almost forget everything else. But still I knew it was wrong. And still she kept rubbing. And Timothy still kept looking at me.
He was staring. Staring at my legs, at my belly, at my exposed pussy. That's what Judy kept calling it.
"Oh, you have such a beautiful pussy, such a schoene pussy, my darling Krista. Oh, why do you want to hide such a lovely thing. Spread your legs further, my dear. That's a good girl. Oh, see, Timothy? Come closer for a better look, honey."
Then Timothy came closer and watched Judy and me some more. Judy pulled my nightie over my head. I struggled, but that's when Timothy grabbed hold of me and held me tightly so I couldn't move.
"Take it off," he said.
Judy complied and took it off. My little titties showed and I was even more embarrassed. I tried to close up and to turn over, but they wouldn't let me.
Timothy held me down, while Judy kept feeling me all over. She felt my little breasts and squeezed and kneaded the nipples. She passed her hand over my tummy and down to my crotch again.
I kept squirming and trying to get away. But I couldn't. She just kept kneading my clit and running her fingers up my pussy.
I couldn't stop her. I hated her and I hated him. I didn't know what to do.
But there was nothing I could do. They did it all. I didn't have a choice. When Judy had finished with me, then Timothy started.
She held me down then, and he sat down on the bed and began reaming his hands all over me. Then he mounted me and I didn't know what to do. I screamed but there must have been no one around for miles to hear my screams.
He had removed all of his clothes, and I felt his body hot and heavy on me. I didn't know what to do. I cried and screamed and he put his hand over my mouth. It wasn't so anybody shouldn't hear me, I don't think, it was because he couldn't stand the sound of my own screams.
His.. .his thing, his whatever.. . yes, penis.. .I felt it next to my leg and I was so frightened, Doctor, I don't know what else to tell you. It was terrible. And he put a finger up my pussy, too. He stuck it up and prodded around inside me.
I was horrified. It was terrible. He told me to relax and I would enjoy it more. It was going to happen, whether I liked it or not. Then I just closed my eyes' and gritted my teeth.
He felt all over the back of my ass and along my back crack. Then he prodded around and finally found my ass hole. I tried to squirm away but he found it and put his finger up it. He pushed real hard and I started to scream really loud. My whole body became very rigid.
"Relax," he said again. It was not a plea. He commanded me to relax. Have you ever had anyone command you to relax, just before they're about to rape you?
No, Doctor, I guess you haven't. These nice people had turned into a couple of idiots. If I got out of there alive, I thought, I would be lucky. I wondered if I should try. My body fought him all the way, though. It couldn't help it. He started putting his huge muscle up my pussy, then, Doctor. It hurt so much. I began screaming again.
INTERVIEW TWO
I cut off the interview at the last point, because she was getting very upset, and it was nearly time anyway to end it. She was weeping at having to relive the whole thing, and I thought she had had enough for one day. I reassured her that she had my full support and sympathy and that when she came back, she might feel better. I wanted her to know that she had a friend, if she got upset during the week, at the children's home. She should also tell the supervisor that no other foster parents were to take her out. I would also call the supervisor during the week and tell her myself. She thanked me.
At the beginning of the second interview, she appeared to be in better spirits. I asked her how everything had gone.
Better, Doctor, she answered. People just sort of left me alone, this week. The supervisor didn't make me see anyone. I could just sort of relax and think about things.
Well, I guess I was about to tell you about the actual rape. Timothy was inside of me. He'd just kind of prodded his muscle in and it hurt like hell. This wasn't the way I'd ever expected to lose my virginity.
I mean, at that time, I wasn't even old enough or ready to think about such things. I mean, what I know about sex now could fill a book, I guess. And I haven't even had much experience.
But after these things began happening, I read every sex book I could get my hands on. The ones written by doctors and the ones written by fiction writers. I was very much alone and I had to find out what was happening to me.
Well, he pushed way up me and I cried. I couldn't stop crying for the life of me. Then he began pulling out. And do you know what Judy did? She took a tissue from the box on the bedside table and wiped the tears off my face.
She was trying to be merciful or something. Maybe she was sympathizing deep down, like any woman should or would. Because she knows it could happen to her.
You know, Doctor, I got one thing out of this experience. That was that it made me so much more aware of people and how they are and why they're like that.
Well, he kept thrusting his penis way up me and pulling out again. I discovered, finally, that if I relaxed, it didn't hurt as much. From the books I read, I found out that that can be interpreted as going along with the rape, and makes you partly responsible. Like you were partly to blame for the bloody thing happening in the first place.
Yes, Doctor, I learned a lot. Well, he told me to meet his rhythm, if I could. Now, he was trying to be nice. I had stopped crying, as I remember, and I thought, well, do what he says. Get a little enjoyment out of it, a little pleasure.
So I started trying to move my crotch, or, what do the books call it, my pelvis up and down and up and down, to meet his. He was a huge animal of a man. If he hadn't been such a bastard, I might have found him attractive.
He told me to hold him tight around the shoulders and I did, still kind of whimpering. He thrust hotly in and out of me and while he was doing that, Judy watched.
"Do you want to get in on the action?" he asked her, still pumping like mad on me.
"No," she said. "Not now. I'll just watch." She was sitting there, naked, playing with herself. I found the whole thing disgusting.
I could just barely see her out of the corner of my eye and over Timothy's shoulder.
"My you have such a nice round ass," he was saying, pushing his hands underneath my fleshy ass cheeks and pressing his fingers into them. He kept pinching and kneading them. It felt almost good. If only it had been someone I liked, Doctor. If only it had been someone I had given myself to voluntarily.
There was a really cute, nice boy about fourteen at the children's home. We used to talk sometime. I kind of liked him, except that fourteen was the oldest you could be at the home, before you had to go out and work. So I knew I'd lose him, too, sometime, just like I had lost Mama and Papa, and I was afraid to like him.
But he would have been nice to go to bed with. If it had only been him, Doctor!
But, no, it was Timothy. He kept fucking me and fucking me. I thought he'd never stop.
But being older, I guess he had a lot of experience and a lot of control. That's what the books say, at least.
He sucked on my nipples and aroused me some more. He kept pushing his big muscle in and out of me. He just kept on fucking and fucking and fucking. I was practical. I kept praying and thinking of other things, wishing he would stop. I just detached my mind from the whole things.
Judy was touching me too now. At least she had a gentle touch. Like a woman. It made me relax a little more while her husband kept on screwing me.
I was much quieter now and they noticed.
"You're enjoying it now, Krista, aren't you?" they said.
First she said it and then he said it. I was afraid to answer, for fear I'd start crying again. Then he started moving and thrusting very quickly, in and out and up and down. I tried to keep up with him, but I couldn't. I just couldn't and I didn't even try after a while.
He fucked me really hard and then he had an orgasm. It was really terrible. Terrible that he didn't care anything about me. He just used me. He just kept going on and on, trying to get me to enjoy it. He was so out of it, the bastard.
He came and he shot his sticky goo all up my pussy. He grunted and groaned and finally stopped and rested real hard and heavy on me. I didn't care about anything at that point. My nerves were steeled and no one could have hurt me anymore if they'd tried.
I was just so awfully grateful that he'd stopped. He felt my breasts some more and kissed the nipples.
He even tried to kiss me on the lips, fully, but I didn't respond, and he didn't make me. I couldn't have in a thousand years.
He rolled off me finally and rolled to the side. He still had an arm around me, kind of across me. He was looking closely at me.
Judy had long since played with herself and brought herself to orgasm. She was lying on the other side of me.
They were both looking at me now. I was in the middle, between them.
"Didn't you enjoy it?" asked Timothy, curiously. I couldn't even look at him. He was such a stupid man.
"You hurt her," said Judy, with a sweet, sugary edge to her voice.
I simply ignored them both. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, wishing they'd go away.
"Hey, snookums," said Timothy, "speak to us. Krista, speak to us."
"I'd like to sleep, if I may," I said, pretending I was very tired. I tried not to cry or get angry. I was afraid they'd fuck me all over again.
"Let's let her sleep," said Judy. "We've got a full day ahead of us tomorrow."
I made a mental note of that. There wouldn't be a full day for me, I swore. I was going to get out of there. I didn't know how, but I knew I would.
"Wouldn't you like to eat her first? Or make her, uh, have her eat you?" said Timothy to Judy.
"Sure," she said, looking closely at me. "I'd love to. But we'll save that for tomorrow night. Her orientation to sex shouldn't be too much at once. It takes time for a young girl to absorb things." She said this rather sarcastically.
Still, I was grateful that it was to be tomorrow, because tomorrow was never, as far as I was concerned.
They both rolled off each side of the bed, then, and said good night. I didn't say anything. I just kind of nodded, glad they were going.
They waved again at the door and I just looked at them. They wouldn't have left without some kind of acknowledgement.
When they went I got up and closed the door. Luckily, there was a key in the door and I locked it.
They must have been crazy to leave the key there. Then, I thought, well, maybe they have another key to open it from the other side. I didn't know if I was safe from another invasion or not.
I thought I was, at least temporarily. I heard their footsteps go down the hall and into the master bedroom. Their door locked, too, and I heard the key turn in the lock. As if they were threatened by me!
I had to laugh, in all my delirium. Then I threw myself down at the side of the bed, and half cried and whimpered, and half prayed. I was thankful that they had finally left, but I felt terrible.
I was so upset and so angry and yet never felt so helpless. I was so much littler than they were. They had no right to take advantage. They had no right to rape me. I had never even known a man. Or a boy. Or a woman. Or anyone. Sexually, I mean.
It was such a horrible experience. I got up and looked in the mirror. I was still nude. I looked at my body and felt the curves all over. I was wide-eyed. I felt like my body was another person, whom I felt very, very sorry for.
I felt it gingerly all over, all over my breasts, that were red with marks from Timothy's teeth. I felt my pussy, and saw its little brown-blond hairs, just starting to grow.
I rubbed my fingers all through it and all over it, trying to pat out all the bad things they'd done to me. I was so glad to be free of his body at last, but I couldn't help crying.
They'd treated me so shabbily. I went back to bed then, putting my nightgown back on and laying down. I was afraid to sleep and probably couldn't have anyway.
I wanted to get up as soon as the sun came up so I could get out of there and still see where I was going.
I was awake for hours, it seemed. I didn't have a watch, so I didn't know what time it was.
I just had to wait. There was never such a long night in my life. I was drowsy, but every time I started going off to sleep, I awoke again with a start. It was dangerous to go to sleep, I kept telling myself.
So I fought hard to keep awake. I walked myself up and down the floor. I tried to forget what had happened, but I kept finding myself reliving it.
At last, after many hours, in what seemed like days, I saw the barest peeps of light cracking through the window shade. I was so grateful, so thankful.
I crouched by the window and waited for the sun to appear. It seemed like another half hour, or so. Then the old sun climbed up, at first just the edge and soon the whole thing shone low in the sky. I was never so glad to see anything in my life.
I raised the shade partway up and just basked in the warmth of the sun that came through the window.
It felt so good. I felt the sun was my friend. I just sat there for a minute or two, being grateful for Ol' Man Sun out there, reappearing with the greatest constancy in the world.
Then I began planning my escape. I was hoping and praying that the doors downstairs would be open. If they weren't I would have to get out a window. But escape I would.
Then I thought. How silly. All doors open from the inside. They have to. I hoped and prayed I was right.
I started dressing at first. Then I thought, no, I better pretend I'm just going to the bathroom.
I put my nightie back on and then unlocked the door, opened it, and walked down the hall, not trying to tiptoe or anything. I opened the bathroom door and shut and locked it.
I was so up tight I couldn't even pee at first. Then I could and it was a big relief.
I thought I heard them stir but then there was silence and I thought it was just my imagination.
I didn't flush the toilet, knowing that it might awaken them. I got up, switched the light out and unlocked the door and went out.
Then I tiptoed back down the hall and went into my bedroom. I was petrified that maybe they would be inside. But I looked carefully around and found no one.
I closed and locked the door again and began dressing, listening carefully all the time to see if they were awake.
When I finished dressing, I put my few things into my bag and tried to recall if I had brought everything up with me. I had. I picked up the bag and my small purse and unlocked the door, kind of awkwardly, and then went out.
I left the door ajar this time, not wanting to make any more noise. As I went down the stairs, several of them creaked and I held my breath, hoping they wouldn't wake up.
When I got down to the bottom of the stairs, I decided to go out the back door, by the kitchen. There bedroom faced the front of the house. That way, if they looked out, they wouldn't see me. I'd take a short detour I walked across the living room quietly. My feet were soundless on the carpet. Then I went into the kitchen, tiptoeing. I put my bag down and carefully unlatched the back door.
I thought I'd heard something, and quickly picked up my bag and opened the door, shutting it silently behind me. I walked the few steps through the pantry and unlatched that door.
I opened it. I was free!
But I was still careful. Shaking, I looked around, trying to decide which way to go.
I decided the woods across the clearing by the side of the house would be okay. Then I'd curve around left towards the highway and try to thumb a ride back home.
I didn't know where I was. I felt terrible. What if they didn't believe me? I'd have to make up a story, maybe. Maybe people wouldn't believe the truth.
It was a Saturday morning and most of the traffic seemed to be going the other way. Most people were going out of town for the weekend. Bad luck.
I went through the woods, finding a little path. It was just a little woods, and not at all easy to get lost in.
I followed my nose and came out the other side. I saw the gleaming highway in the far distance and made my way to it.
As I got closer, I began feeling helpless again. Who would pick me up? Another dirty old man? And would they think I was running away from home? No, I thought, I would tell them I'm hitching to the children's home. That I lived there.
But I decided to be careful of who picked me up.
I stood by the side of the road and began thumbing. A car stopped almost immediately. It was a middle-aged man, with a funny look on his face. Instinctively I mistrusted him, and shook my head no.
He looked like he was going to get out of his car and grab me at first. But I moved down the road, in plenty of view of the other cars. I was still trusting in human nature, after all I'd been through. I figured if someone was trying to grab me, someone else would heroically stop to help me. I don't think that now.
I went on down the road and thumbed some more. Another car stopped. It was a hippy-looking type. He seemed kind of nice, but I was terribly afraid to get into a car alone with any man, after last night.
I smiled and waved him on. He smiled back. He seemed to understand. He pulled away and disappeared. His smile almost made me cry. It was the nicest thing to happen to me in twenty-four hours.
I almost wished I'd accepted his offer of a ride then. Well, it was too late.
I stuck my thumb out again. This time a white car stopped with an elderly woman inside. I got in immediately.
"Whatever is a child like you doing out here hitch-hiking so early in the morning? Don't you know it's dangerous?"
She told me how to lock the door and I felt so good and war and at home with her already.
"I live at the Children's Home in Shore City, can you take me there?"
"Child, that's way out of the way. It's not in the opposite direction, but you've got to turn south. We're about fifteen miles from there, do you know that?"
"No," I said, admitting I didn't. "Could you take me there?" I asked again.
"Why do you want to go there?"
"I said I live there." Oh, please, heaven, don't let her not believe me.
"Then why are you out here?" she asked. "You aren't running away from home, are you?" she asked suspiciously.
"No," I said. "If you take me to the Children's Home, they'll tell you that I live there." My voice sounded urgent, because I was.
"Well, why don't we just call them?" she suggested. "That sounds to me like the most logical way of doing things."
Oh, please don't be logical at a time like this, I thought. It's not logical at all. It's not a logical situation. I've been raped, I scream inside. Would she believe me?
"Please just take me there," I whispered, about to cry, fighting back the tears.
She stared at me. I stared straight ahead.
"You're a determined little girl, aren't you? Okay," she said. "I was going to go shopping in another town. But that can wait. I think it's important you get to where you want to go."
She started the car and we zipped off. I was never more thankful in my life. I began crying tears of relief inside, but I dared not show it. I didn't want to have to do a whole explanation for my tears. It would take too much energy, and time was awasting.
And now that she had agreed to what I'd wanted, that was all that mattered. We spoke about her family.
She had children, grown up, who had children of their own. She was a grandmother. Her grandchildren were my age, and older and younger as well. She loved them very much, she said, but she didn't get to see them very often, because they lived so far away, and she was lonely.
I listened in silence. I think she felt she had a sympathetic ear. She was a nice person, and I wouldn't have minded being her grand-daughter at all.
When we turned south, she began asking about my life. And I told her. I told her I was born in Germany, that my Mama was in a mental home there, and that my Papa was on unemployment here. And that that's why I was in the Children's Home.
"But why are you out here?" she asked quizzically again.
I just shook my head and my ears flushed red. "I can't tell you," I said. Please accept that, I thought to myself.
She did accept it. When we got to the Children's Home, we parked and she got out a little paper and pencil and wrote down her name and address and phone number. "Call me, if you ever need me again," she said. "Perhaps you'd like to come for a visit sometime."
I took the slip of paper and thanked her. I was very grateful to her and told her so. But when she mentioned a visit, I simply tuned out. I couldn't even bear to think of another visit to anyone's home. And I wasn't going to jump out of the frying pan and into the fire, as the Americans say.
She offered to take me up and I shook my head. I said bye, and slipped out of the car. She saw me run up the steps, so she had to believe me, she had to believe that I lived there.
The door closed behind me and I stood in the hall, all the familiar smells coming back to me now. It was bad, but it was better than anything else I knew.
CONCLUSION
I had more interviews with Krista, and slowly, but surely, things began to look up for her. I was in constant touch with the supervisor and she proved to be stubborn at first, but understanding in the long run. I asked Krista if she would like to see the lady who had so kindly picked her up. She said okay, if the lady was okay. But she hated to take any more chances.
I called the lady in for an interview and she was a completely sympathetic elderly lady who had been very impressed by Krista and was now even more sympathetic, now that she knew everything Krista had been through. She offered to help. So the two went on several excursions together, never overnight, until Krista trusted her more. She met the lady's grandchildren and liked them. She was taken into the hearts of the whole family.
Finally the lady, whose name was Doris Dilborne, asked Krista if she wanted to live with her. Krista accepted. The partnership seems to be working out well. The scars of the rape and the other unfortunate experiences that Krista has been through seem to be healing.
She is regaining her former high spirits and it is a blessing to see. She no longer sees me on a regular basis, but is free to call me anytime. Officially, the case is closed.
CASE HISTORY SIX
Subject: Jean D.
Age: Eleven
INTERVIEW ONE
When Jean first came to me, he was very upset. Yes, Jean is a boy. He is French-Canadian. His name is pronounced Jhan. As in French. When he first came to this country, when he first crossed the border with his parents, his English was not very good. In Quebec City, where he was from, there is very little English spoken.
He found school very tough at first. The children made fun of his accent and his inability to speak much English. He was also small for his age, which didn't help.
He seemed to have no friends until a music teacher discovered he had a beautiful voice and took him under her wing. And that's when things began to get worse. He talked in very broken English, but I've recorded here in reasonably good English, so he could be best understood.
Well, Doctor, I'm here today, because a crummy teacher took advantage of me. I thought she was really nice at first. She said I had a really good voice, and I do.
I've always liked singing. In Quebec I was in a men's and boys' choir. I even did some solo work with them.
So when Miss Jones heard me sing, she nearly went crazy. She had me singing a lot in class. The kids laughed at me then too. They'd never heard a true boy soprano.
Americans are very ignorant, you know, Doctor? They can't appreciate anything outstanding. Everyone has to be equal.
But I like to sing, so I tried not to care. The kids would sit and snicker. They'd call me a girl out on the playground. And I'm not a sissy and I'm not a fairy.
Well, Miss Jones wanted me to sing for a junior high assembly. And I wanted to. I was afraid they would laugh at me, but I wanted to do it anyway.
I thought the teachers would appreciate it too. Well, to prepare for the assembly, I had to do a lot of rehearsing outside with Miss Jones.
I stayed after school sometimes and went into her room to sing.
She'd play the piano and have me run through scales first, and then rehearse the few songs I was supposed to do for the assembly.
Now Miss Jones is about thirty. She's not married. She could be sort of pretty and sexy, I suppose, but she has this gosh awful hook nose and a funny, huge mouth that stretches real loud when she sings.
I've heard her sing. It's okay. She's a soprano, but when she reaches for the high notes, her voice wobbles something fierce. I can hardly keep from laughing. The other kids can't either. It's the one thing we're united on, or against, Miss Jones' singing.
Well, so I rehearsed several times a week after school. Then one night, she invited me home for supper. She said she had a better piano there.
It didn't really matter to me. I told her I'd have to call my mother first.
She said okay. I went to the phone and dialed home. The conversation was all in French, of course. My mother said okay, but I shouldn't be home late. It got dark earlier and earlier.
My mother's typical French Canadian. She worries a lot. She's a nice lady. I like her and I don't like to worry her.
So I walked home with Miss Jones that night. She didn't live far from school. And she lived in a large, old brick apartment building. The doorman greeted us with a tip of the hat. I was impressed.
We took the elevator to the twelfth floor. Miss Jones' apartment was really nice. It had musical mementos all over it. I loved looking at them. She had a bust of Beethoven and a copy of a hand-written score of Mozart's.
We chatted a lot all through supper. She's a good cook too. I didn't know why she wasn't married. Maybe it was because of those wobbly high notes she sang. What man could take them?
After supper, we began rehearsing. I'd left my glasses on the piano at school, and I couldn't see the music very well without them. Miss Jones' piano is gorgeous. She just got it and it has the most exquisite tone.
Well, I was leaning over this handsome piano, and sort of over Miss Jones' shoulder, and I smelled her perfume. It was strong but kind of nice and I thought I'd play the debonair young man.
I complimented her on it. She thanked me out of the picture. Well, I didn't think it was THAT nice a gesture.
After that she kept looking at me very funny, and saying that everything I sang was nice and beautiful. She never criticized me once, or suggested any changes.
I was getting very uncomfortable for no reason at all. I rested my hand on the piano to look closer at another note I knew I kept missing and suddenly she touched it. I was embarrassed. I didn't know what to do. I was afraid to look at her for a minute. Then she removed her hand and started playing again, but she kept fumbling and .her hands kept missing the notes, and she kept having to stop.
Finally, she stopped playing. "I don't know what's wrong," she said. "I keep making mistakes."
"Am I making you nervous?" I asked. "Maybe I should go." Actually it was she who was making me nervous.
"Oh, no," she said quickly, "don't go."
"Well, okay," I said and shrugged. She began playing again and looked like she was making a conscientious effort to play well and without a mistake.
I kept singing and I scrunched down to the music again. Her perfume was making me dizzy. I kept feeling this prodding between my legs. I didn't know what it was.
I mean, I knew. I often had it, but I never had it with a woman as old as Miss Jones before. It sort of frightened me but it excited me too.
Chuck, the little guy, was having trouble with his zipper. In frustration, he almost tore his pants off, that's how anxious he was to get really off!
Ricco was already on the bed next to the girl shoving a popper under her nose!
She coughed and sputtered and opened her eyes. She looked straight into his leering face!
But before she could move, Ricco grabbed her and pressed the tip of his cock against the lips of her little pussy.
He held the popper to her nostrils until she ceased struggling and relaxed into euphoria.
Then he started working his monstrous cock into her tiny, newly worked pussy hole.
Luckily, Ricco wasn't as violent as Big Em in his love making or he would have torn Amy literally apart with his monster-sized organ. Women a lot more experienced in sex than Amy were know to back down in the face of his exceptional endowment.
But terror, although it amused Ricco in small doses, was not his specialty. What he loved most in bed was a good, long lazy fuck. A fuck that would bring intense pleasure to the tool that had so much ability to FEEL pleasure!
Amy's pussy resisted the terrible intrusion, even though she was only just barely conscious. Her pussy didn't want such a monster invading its secret parts.
But Ricco pushed on, slowly separating the resisting passage, delighting in the sure yielding of her moist cunt interior, reveling in the invasion of the temple that was doomed to fall beneath his battering ram prick!
Amy began to moan as the walls of her cunt tried to accommodate the invader. Rivulets of sensation, the dim beginnings of pleasure began to speak of pleasure. She squirmed "How's it going, boss? She as good as she looks?" little Chuck asked. He was standing near the bed playing with his cock. It stood out from his groin drooling with anticipation.
"It's getting there, slowly but surely! Why don't you jump in the other end? Maybe we'll meet in the center!"
And as if to illustrate, Ricco shoved a sudden two inches deeper into the fleshy pool of his desire.
Amy's cunt released a spurt of lubricating juices! She wrapped her arms around the man who was beginning to so much pleasure her.
"Let me watch for awhile," Chuck said. "There's a good man, she's beginning to drool, I think."
"Fuckin' A!" Ricco agreed and shoved even more of his cock into her pussy. "That's a nice hot little cunt we got! Come on, girlie, sniff this popper for your friend Ricco!" Amy felt bloody good to go. I must have pissed for a whole minute.
I was nearly afraid to come out, but I didn't have much choice. I planned what I was going to say and decided I would go. That was only best. I would apologize for my lack of decorum and respect.
When I came out, I had the words on the tip of my tongue, but Miss Jones had disappeared.
"Hello?" I called out.
"I'm in here, Jean," she said, "getting more music. Why don't you come in here?"
The voice was coming from the bedroom and I followed it in, quite innocently.
There was Miss Jones, Doctor, in, you wouldn't believe it, her birtliday suit. I just stood there, I was so amazed. And my erection went right up again. It did! And I had the same urgent feeling of flight. But I was rooted to the spot. I wished to hell I'd had it in me right then to get out, but I stood a second too long.
Miss Jones came rushing over and grabbing me, before I could move. I stood rooted still, not able to move towards her either.
Then she grabbed my fly again and unzipped it quite expertly. Miss Jones acted as if she had had quite a bit of practice at unzipping flies. And I don't think she's any expert either.
Then she slid my pants down. It went so fast, I hardly knew what was happening. She grabbed my cock again and began working it up into a dither.
I creamed right on the spot. It was amazing. No one had ever done it to me before.
I'd been experimenting recently, and could make myself cream. But that wasn't much and it was only recently.
She pulled me over to the bed and sat on the bed. Then she started sucking me.
I was getting very emotional. I didn't know what to do. She was still bigger than I was and I didn't want her messing around with my organ. Then the kids would really have something to laugh at, that I'd made it with Miss Jones.
She leaned down then, in all her fleshy nudity, and began sucking on my dick.
I tried to pull away but couldn't. She had such a hold on my dick and on my balls that I was afraid I'd hurt myself.
I was practically crying. Well, whimpering, anyway. "Please, Miss Jones, please don't do that. It's not right," I said.
"Like this?" she answered. .
"No," I said wearily, "I didn't mean it that way. I mean, not at all. Please don't do it at all. It's all wrong. You shouldn't be doing this. WE shouldn't be doing this."
"It's okay, Jean, believe me. No one will ever know unless you tell them."
She kept on masturbating my cock. It felt, well, Doctor, it felt damn good. I don't deny that. But I was so afraid of myself and my feelings. I didn't know what the hell she was doing.
I was very naive, you know? I mean, I know now. It's what the other guys at school always talk about. Sucking. Cock-sucking.
And here I was getting a free suck and I didn't even want it. She was licking the cream off it from the last orgasm. I didn't see how she could take the stuff into her mouth.
But, she did. I was ready to cream again, but I pulled away just in time. I don't know, Doc, I just couldn't have her cream in my mouth. It was like, if I did, she would own me. She would no all about me, not just about creaming, about my cream and my dick, either.
Well, I was ready to run, believe it or not, but she grabbed my arm then and pulled straight back into the bed, falling backwards onto it with me on top of her.
I tried to squirm away, but I couldn't. She had me tight around the back and waist.
With one hand she pushed my dick between her legs and tried to get it inside her.
I was repulsed. She had kind of fat thighs and I felt like she was going to swallow me up.
"Don't be afraid, Jean, don't be afraid," she kept repeating". "It's what all grown-up men do, and don't you want to be a grown-up man like your daddy?"
I don't think she knew what she was saying, but she would have said anything, so long as it would have gotten me to say.
I kept trying to squirm off her, but she's very strong, Doctor. It must have been all those years of piano-playing. I know, because my mother plays the piano too and she's as strong as an ox.
Finally Miss Jones succeeded in getting my dick into her cunt. I couldn't believe it. It felt so funny. Like a hot, moist cave. And big and wide.
I'm not exactly small so I guess I filled the bill pretty well. She yelled, "Pump."
I didn't know what she meant, never having had sex before, and she threw her hips up into the air, smack into my groin. My dick shot way up her and I groaned and creamed instantly again.
I couldn't believe it.
"Oh," she said sadly. "Can't you hold yourself off a little. Young boys come so quickly. You should have more control."
"My heavens," I screamed. "I don't even want to be here in the first place."
I tried to pull away but she held on tight. It was a death-hold. With one hand she worked me up again.
INTERVIEW TWO
I broke off the interview right there, because our time was up. When Jean appeared next week at the second interview, he continued the same scene.
Well, Doctor, where was I? Yes, she was fucking me. That was the only explanation for it. I was hardly doing anything. If there was ever a rape of a male, this was it.
I mean, I couldn't control my bodily reactions. That's true. But I didn't WANT to go to bed with her. It wasn't my fault.
She jammed it in again, like I said, and did what she called pumping. She thrust her hips up and down and my dick went down and up and down into her this time.
Then I creamed again. I lasted longer this time, but she didn't seem to notice.
"My gosh," she said again. "I'm really disappointed in you." She thrust me aside then and I rolled over on the bed.
I felt terrible. I was so depressed. She just lay there. I'd disappointed my first woman.
Finally I rolled off the bed and without a word, pulled up my pants and zipped up my fly.
Then I got my coat and went back to call good-bye to her from the bedroom door.
She got up and put her housecoat on. "You don't have to get up," I said. "I'll see you tomorrow in school."
"No hard feelings?" she asked.
"No hard feelings," I answered. I just wanted to get out of there.
And that's what happened, Doctor. Relations at school are strained at best. I don't know whether I'll be able to sing at the school assembly or not.
But what's worse, I've lost my only ally. She barely speaks to me now. And the kids are whispering that something has gone wrong between us.
What can I say, Doctor? What can I do?
CONCLUSION
It took a little time, but it was mostly the fact that Jean's English improved and he could speak very well and relate to the kids much better that his whole life at school changed.
He began making friends and it was that Ricco moved his mouth from her tits. He looked down at her, taking her face in his hands. Say, she was really pretty.
A real sweet little face.
"You like that baby? You like Ricco's big cock in that pretty pussy of yours?"
"Yes, yes I LOVE it!" Amy cried.
"You mean you love THIS?" Ricco asked teasingly as he pumped his giant member back and forth in her soaking pussy with quick, easy strokes.
"Oh, yeah! I sure do!" Amy confessed. "I like that big cock up my ass, too! I like all of it!"
"Well, you got it, baby. You want cock, you got it. Me and buddy boy there sure will take care of you. Now you just be a good little girl and suck Ricco's tits while I take care of that hot, tight cunt of yours with my big prick!"
Amy was only too glad to comply and she fastened her mouth on Ricco's tit like a milk-starved infant. She sucked for all she was worth, working her way through the forest of hair on his chest.
Ricco broke poppers and sniffed them as he gazed down on the little blond head licking at his stiffened nipples. Never once did he miss a stroke with the monster prick that swelled hard. Chuck was watching, too, but his eyes were glued on Amy's ass. He got completely off on watching his big curved prick entering and leaving Amy tiny, tight ass.
And Amy was in heaven!
Sandwiched between the two men, she was almost lost in their flesh.
And she loved it. Especially when the two of them had their cock pushed in full hilt at the same time. She marveled at the FEELING of it!
Sometimes it seemed as though the two big cocks were rubbing against each other inside her! The rock-hardness of them pressed through her flesh as if they were trying to meet. God, she was coming again!
The speed was hitting her. She was actually beginning to regain her strength despite everything that was happening to her. That's great, she thought and she bit down on Ricco's hard nipple.
"That's right, you little cunt, be nice to Ricco!" he shouted, and -in earnest now-started pumping in and out of her with great speed.
Chuck stopped pumping completely. That's how he really liked it: Not having to do a thing! Just lay there and let Amy's spasmodically jerking body do all the work for him!
And jerk she did! She had to what with Ricco's huge body pounding against her, that giant prick in her pumping all the way home, I think it sheds light on the subject.
Well Doctor, I know I look real innocent, but I take some of the blame for what happened. You see, I always had this habit of hanging out with older guys, I guess because I'm pretty and I sound and look older than I am.
Well, there's a gang at school that's really impossible. They're all older, like, they should have graduated years ago, and they're like, nineteen and twenty years old. That's pretty old for high school, and they really terrorize everyone. A few of them have motorcycles, and the rest of them have these old beat up Chevies. They're always parked outside the school at dismissal time, revving up their engines and popping out, burning rubber, you know, real hood stuff.
Well, I don't know what the attraction is, but I liked this one guy a lot. His name is Frankie and he's one of the leaders, and he has dark long hair combed back and wears a motorcycle jacket and tight jeans, and he's real cute, but he's tough as hell and carries a knife which he's rumored to use when he has to.
Anyway, my girlfriends were talking about him one day, I guess because we were standing by the school and he was right there, standing near his cycle and talking to his friends'.
You know what's weird? I felt more attracted to him than I ever felt to anyone, and I couldn't decide why. He acts like a hot shot, and there are a lot of people who jump when he snaps his fingers. I don't know what the 'attraction was based on, but I was hypnotized by him, and I wanted to meet him.
I'd caught him looking at me a few times, and I knew I turned him on. He had that look in his eyes, you know, hungry, when he looked at me.
Well, up until that day, there'd never been more than a few words between us, but that day he walked up to where I was standing with a few of my girlfriends, and he just takes me by the arm without a word, and pulls me aside.
I could tell that everyone was looking at us. Frankie has a lot of status in our school, almost more than the jocks and scholars. Probably because it's such a shitty school that only the hoods seem like they aren't kissing everyone's ass.
Well, one look into those deep brown eyes, one word from that tight hard mouth, and I seemed to be melting.
"You're a pretty chick, Roberta. Why don't you come for a ride with me?"
"On your bike?"
"What then?"
He smiled at me and he really has a nice smile. I'd been on small motorcycles, like the kind my brother had, but never one of those big choppers. I looked at his bike gleaming in the sun, all that chrome and that front wheel way away from the body. It looked exciting. I was picturing myself on it, with him at the handle bars.
"Sure," I said.
My girlfriends were really surprised when he put his arm around my waist and walked me over to the bike, and we got on and he roared away. They envied me, I could tell, and so did the girls in Frankie's clique who had been left in front of the school.
Well, we buzzed off and had a really good time. I liked holding onto him as he tried to scare me, and I kept telling him to go faster and look for bumps and tight curves. I was scared, but he knew what he was doing and I didn't want to seem like a square.
His body is manly as hell, and he has muscles like one of those guys in the movies. He really should play Tarzan or something. Anyway, he drove us into the woods and it started to get dark, I mean not like at night, but this was dense woods and the trees blocked out the sun. So I held on tight and decided I was ready for anything. I thought maybe I was in love or something.
He pulls up at this old shack about thirty miles outside of town, and there are a few other bikes lined up outside. We get off the bike and he says, "Welcome to P.P."
"P.P.? " I said.
"Perpetual party," he said.
He put his hand around me and I felt like a weightless toy, and we went inside the shack.
I recognized some of the people from school, and there were a few more I didn't know. There were some girls there, and they were really sexy type girls, girls that look like they fuck a lot of guys. I don't know if you can tell if a girl fucks a lot by looking at her, but you can tell if she wants to look like she does, just by looking at her. They all had that strange look.
Frankie handed me a beer and I took a sip but I don't drink, then I noticed them passing a cigarette around and I could smell it and it wasn't your usual cigarette so I asked if it was pot and Frankie said it was.
I was in a brave mood and I asked him for some, and he let me smoke a whole cigarette by myself. Man, didn't that feel weird. I was really silly, laughing at nothing at all.
Well, we partied with the P.P. people for an hour or so and then Frankie said there was a little pond behind the shack, about a half-mile in the woods.
We got on his bike and made it, right over the bumpy crude trail that all the bikes made over the years, going to the pond. When we got to the pond, he really surprised me.
"What are you doing?" I exclaimed.
He had taken his shirt off and was working on his pants.
"Going for a swim. Come with me!"
"I don't have a bathing suit!"
He came up to-me and took me in his arms and held me to him, kissing me on the lips, his tongue coming into my mouth and licking me, across my teeth and way in the back, chasing my own tongue around.
I was horny but scared. I wasn't ready to lose my virginity, and certainly not without giving it some thought.
"You're a sweet bitch!"
I'd never been called a bitch before, but somehow from him it sounded almost nice.
"Am I supposed to say thanks?"
"No. You're supposed to take your clothes off and right now," he said.
"I don't know if I can do that!"
Well, he certainly was quick, because the next thing I know he had my blouse half off and his hands were pulling my jeans down. I tried to fight him off but I didn't get anywhere, and I was soon down on the grass with him, and he'd taken my jeans and blouse and thrown it over his bike, and he was naked, and wanted me to stop crying.
He kissed me and licked my tears, and then he put his hand on my pussy and told me it was a nice little bush.
"I'm scared."
"You should be hungry!"
"But I'm scared."
"Just relax."
His hand started to move on my pussy, on my clitoris, in such a way that I got warm and horny all at once. I felt his finger Start to slide into my pussy and I tried to stop him but he held me down and one of his hands held both of mine in place as his other hand sank into me. After awhile he let go of my hands, but it was too late for me to do anything. His finger had already been deep inside me, and it looked like his cock would be next. That's when I realized what I was getting into and I tried to fight him.
"What are you doing?"
I was trying to get up.
"I don't want to go all the way!"
"Come here bitch!"
He just pulled me down on top of him, and I realized at once that his cock was right near my pussy. He lowered me down, letting his cock sink into me a little bit at a time, his free hand feeling my breasts and making the nipples That's.. .that's fifty-eight inches of good, hard masculine cock! Fifty-eight inches. I'M only sixty-two inches tall! Another three inches and there'd be more cock in me than there IS me! Gee!
The realization of it stunned her. For a minute she wondered if she could actually manage all the man meat shoved in her.
Then another, even more important question popped into her little head: How would they manage it?
But she knew full fucking well they were exceptionally experienced men when it came to sex, and she decided to leave the driving to THEM!
Ricco started pumping into her soaking wet pussy again. His attitude was clearly selfish. He made it perfectly clear the others could do what they wanted, whatever they could manage, but her hot little cunt was exclusively his to work in.
He saw Amy was coming! What a hot.. .I mean, HOT little cunt! He wanted one just like her for all-round daily use.
Richie, in the meantime, lost no moments: There he was with his big black bone staring her right in the face.
Amy like the color of it, especially the big pink head. She liked the way he stood in front of her, rubbing his big prick in his hand like the proud man he was. She liked the way his balls hung heavy and low in their swinging sack!
She sucked the overheated head of his big prize-winner into her cock-hungry mouth, licking at it with her tongue hugging ii with her bow-shaped lips!
Ricco snapped another popper in her nose.
Richie did the same for himself. He pulled his giant black dick out of her pretty pink mouth, everything but the head. Then, when the poppers hit him, he shoved it into her.
All the way down into her throat! She almost choked on his meat because of the slight curve in it. But another hit of poppers and she accommodated herself like a champion cocksucker.
"Good girl!" Richie shouted! "Suck that big hot black cock of mine good! Get that pretty white face of yours right up there in my good black bush!"
He started face-fucking and his big balls banged around the bottom of her chin. God, she wished she could squeeze them and fondle them!
But she couldn't because Ricco had placed her hands on his nipples, indicating that she should be playing with them. She squeezed them expertly, pinched them, and was gratified to fell his cock getting even harder, wider in her and I felt the breeze from the woods and began to shiver.
He covered me with his jacket and kissed me, and we got dressed and went back to the shack. The place was empty, and he found a note that they'd gone to some bar in town. I was glad to be alone.
"Is there a phone around?" I asked.
"No, why?"
"My parents expected me home from school," I said.
"Well, I'll drive you as soon as someone shows up with a car. I don't want to scare your family with my bike and have them tell you not to see me."
That was the first indication I h ad that he wanted to see me again, and I felt good. I mean, I didn't know if he'd raped me just to tell me to scram or what.
Suddenly a car pulled up and I looked out the window. Two guys, and I knew them both from school Tom and Riff.
"What's happenin' brother?" Frankie said.
They all shook hands with this strange handshake they call the Roman handshake. I don't know if it's Roman. I know it's weird.
Anyway Tom and Riff made a fuss over me, and I was proud of my body, but all scared because they seemed to be like a couple of pirates or something. I mean, when I saw them around school, they were always so crazy and wild. I noticed that people stayed away from them, but I'd never tried to find out why.
Frankie shocked me then.
"She's a hot bitch, want to find out how hot?"
I couldn't believe Frankie was talking about me.
"What?" I said.
He pulled me close to him, my ass near his crotch, and his hands covering my breasts, making them jut out. Tom and Riff looked amused.
"You're my bitch now. You do what I tell you and I'll take care of you," he whispered in my ear.
"Let's see why she's so hot," Tom said, leering at me.
Frankie held me tight so that I couldn't move and Tom came over and removed my blouse. My tits popped out and he stepped back.
"Nice tits."
"Wait till you see her blonde bush!"
Tom lowered my pants and I had no panties on because I lost them by the pond. He got right down and stuck his nose in my bush.
"Move her over to the bed I want to eat her!" Tom said.
On the way over, Frankie told me that he and his brothers share everything, and that it was a compliment to him if his brothers wanted his woman. I just screamed for him to leave me alone and he slapped me and pulled my hair and next thing I know I'm flat on the bed and Tom is between my legs, his head in my crotch, his tongue on my pussy.
Frankie held me down as Tom ate my cunt, and in no time I was so horny I wanted to have a cock in me.
Tom waited until I was very wet and then mounted me, his cock going deep inside of me. I gasped and moaned and tightened my pussy just like Frankie had told me to do earlier. I wasn't afraid anymore, I was too busy being fucked, and Tom was giving it to me strong and even!
Well, Frankie was still holding me down, and Riff had his cock out and was stroking it hard.
"Put it in her mouth," Frankie suggested, and Riff seemed to like the idea because he got down and put his cock right near my face.
I never even thought of doing such a thing, but Frankie grabbed me and forced me close, and the next thing I knew, Riff's cock was up against my lips and Frankie whispered in my ear that I should lick it.
I didn't do it and he pulled my hair and my tongue shot out quickly and touched the cock.
It didn't taste bad. Riff groaned and forced his cock into my mouth and Frankie told me to be careful of my teeth.
"Oh that feels good bitch! Keep that tongue on it!"
I started to flutter my tongue over the tip of his cock and he moaned and I looked up and he was staring at me.
"You beautiful bitch. Suck on it!"
Frankie was watching me also, and it was strange. I had Tom's cock in my pussy and Riff's cock in my mouth, and Frankie was staring at me, telling me to give them all I had.
Well, Tom came first, and when he did he went so wild that I came with him, and it felt really good. When that happened I started to get into giving Riff a good blow-job and I really let my tongue dance on his cock until he was going crazy humping it into me.
"Drink it baby!"
I almost got sick when he said that, and I tried to get up, but Frankie held me down.
"Don't come in her mouth. Come on her face," Frankie told Riff, and when Riff started to come he took his cock out of my mouth and I saw him hold it tightly in his fist as the come shot all over me, on my face and neck and breasts.
I was crying and Frankie told Tom and Riff to leave us alone. He also told Riff to leave the keys to his car in the ignition so he could drive me home. I was impressed by the fact that they did whatever Frankie said.
When they walked out I was still crying.
"Why'd you do that?"
"To teach you a lesson. You're my bitch and you do what I say, and I'll make sure it's worth your while, baby."
"How are you going to make it worth my while?"
He didn't answer. He just stretched me out and got on top of me, but in a different way. He was sitting on my breasts, his cock pointing down at my mouth.
"Suck it baby. I got so horny watching you suck Riff off," he said.
I still had come all over my face, and my hair and make-up was a wreck so I was surprised that I still looked good to him. I was kind of flattered. I thought you had to look great to have a man want you, but he seemed to want me no matter what I looked like.
"You sweet little hot piece of ass," he said, as my lips closed around his swollen cock.
"Oh, bitch. You're going to be glad you hooked up with me, baby, I promise you that!"
I sucked his cock until he came, and he shot it right in my mouth. It had a bittersweet taste, and he told me to lick his cock afterwards, so I did, while he stroked my hair and cheeks and told me I was beautiful.
After that, we took a shower in the back of the shack, where there was one of those home made jobs that you fill a bucket with water and it pours into another bucket that lets it out through small holes. We had to fill the bucket three times to get clean, and the water was cold.
Frankie liked the cold water because it made my nipples hard, and he loved to suck them. After that was over, we got dressed and hopped into Riff's old black Chevy and we got on the road. Frankie lit a marijuana cigarette and passed it to me, and I started to feel light and relaxed, even though I'd just been raped by three men and had to suck one cock.
"Baby, if you need anything, anything, that means money, or pot, or a car, or if somebody bothers you, you tell Frankie and I'll fix it. You're my bitch now," he said.
He put his hand on my leg and stroked it while we drove, and when we got to my block, he let me off on the corner, away from my house.
"I don't want your parents to see me, dig? See you in school tomorrow," he said, letting me out.
I was kind of shocked, frozen, and I kissed him but it wasn't a good passionate kiss, I positive emotions the girl was provoking, too! The sight of their combined ten fingers working the edge of her asshole as their cocks plunged into the depths of her shit factory, knocked them out!
They, too, loved her. LOVED HER!
In response, she shoved her ass back and took even more of what they had to sacrifice! Oh, they were willing. Ricco, in the meanwhile, was on the very verge of pleasure-insanity. Amy had somehow managed to work her hand down in front of her and was squeezing and playing with his balls.
He hadn't asked her to do it. She had just done it, all on her own. Improvising like the highest sexual master! She played with his nuts like she'd done nothing else all the rest of her life.
And she was managing it despite that fact that she was having to strain her neck at an impossible angle to keep those big black balls and cock working in her mouth! She was a LOVE GENIUS!
The four of them began pumping in increasingly perfect unison!
The love they felt, and the love Amy felt, inspired and propelled the group to unbelievable heights of rapport and harmony.
It was a dance, a song, a symphony, a world champion game; a living fantasy, a single magnificent team, a new natural wonder on the face of the planet.. .natural wonder on the face of the planet . . .this SEX! They were all together!
They were individual parts in a greater whole of accumulating mastery! They were alive!
They were coming! Coming! Coming! They were ONE!
Goodchristruck!!
Ricco bowed his huge body into a living sculpture of ecstasy agony, forcing all of the except Amy to stand on their tiptoes as he began to shoot an exploding geyser of thick superheated come into the clutching womb that Amy had become!
"Amyyyy!" he screamed in celebration!
The thrust of Ricco's cock could actually be felt through the interior maze of flesh in Amy's body, felt by the two erupting cocks Big Ern and Chuck had shoved in to the absolute hilt! The three giant cocks bumped and rubbed against each other through the contracting, dripping walls of Amy's convulsing flesh!
" A-a-meee!" Big Ern shouted, thunderstruck by the passion and affection he felt for his beloved little ass-fuck! He had never felt love, had never loved anyone, no one trust," Bill told me and Carol, his chick.
Bill was a good-looking guy, but I wasn't ready to just fuck anyone. I wanted Frankie or nobody. You know how it is when you're in love, or you think you are.
I started to complain and Bill got mad. Frankie and Carol went into another room and Frankie told Bill that he could handle me. He turned to me and I tried to run out, but Bill caught me before I got to the door and ripped my dress off with one sweep of his hand.
"Too good for me, bitch?"
"I want Frankie!"
"My cock's as hungry as his, baby."
Bill pulled me down on this old mattress and pulled my panties off. He was about to stick it in my pussy when he changed his mind and made me give him a blow-job.
"I want you to suck it baby!"
He had me by the neck and hair and I couldn't struggle very effectively. Bill is a strong guy. I had to do what he wanted. Well, he told me to use my tongue, and I gave him that tongue flutter that Frankie always liked so much and he came in my mouth in a moment.
"I been in jail," he said, as his cock filled my mouth with heavy cream.
I couldn't believe it, but he stayed hard and took his cock out of my mouth only to put it right in my cunt.
"Work it baby!"
I was stiff, having swallowed his come and taken his brutal treatment, but he slapped me and told me to loosen up. He slapped me again and told me that I better give him a nice lay or he'd beat me up.
I didn't want any part of him, but I let his cock enter me and I contracted my pussy tightly around it as he moved it in and out.
"That's great bitch, keep it coming for me!"
I kept my hips moving until I could see that hot wave of pleasure cover him, and then his cock was spurting come at me again, filling my pussy this time.
"You're a good cocksucker and you have a tight cunt baby. I can see why Frankie keeps you around," Bill said.
I tried to smile but I wasn't very happy about the whole thing. I felt like shit, all sticky and dirty, and I'd been making it with people I didn't even know.
I wanted out of the whole situation, but it was easier to say than to do. Frankie was possessive, and I couldn't even talk to people who weren't part of his little group. I really wanted out. I didn't know how deep I was getting in until I tried to get out.
The first time I didn't show up for a date, which was just the other day, I'm afraid, he came to my house, bike and all. My parents had a hot shit fit, and I can't say I blame them. He is so crazy looking and loud, that bike sounding like thunder on our suburban street, and he just left it in front of the house and walked up the walk, rang the bell, and started yelling for me.
Mother told me to stay away from the door and after he wouldn't go away she called the police. He sat on his bike in front of the house and I watched him through the drapes. A police car came and he talked to the guys inside, and they told him he better be cool or something like that, because he got on his bike and roared away. I could tell he was pissed off by the way he took off. Anyway, that was fine but I still have to go to school with Frankie and all those people, and I felt very weird this week. Frankie came up to me in the hallway, and I told him my mother called the police, and that I begged her not to do it.
"I forgive you baby. Just be in the schoolyard tonight "
"I can't."
"What!! ! ! ? ? ? ? "
"My parents won't let me. They fold me I have to stay away from you. They said I couldn't go out for awhile."
All this was true. But that didn't help. He was so mad he would have hit me if we weren't in school. He told me to listen to my parents like a good little idiot, and he walked away.
I thought it was over, but he still calls the house. He wants me to come and live with him, that means live in his shack and do whatever he wants and sleep with all his friends. I just hope he leaves me alone.
CONCLUSION
Here we see a problem that often affects girls of her age. She found herself suddenly in over her head, totally dominated. Fortunately for Roberta, her parents stepped in and took charge. If they hadn't it's possible that she never would have freed herself at all from Frankie's domination. He might have forced her into an extended slavery.
I suggested to Roberta that she continue therapy. There are other problems here. There are things that she is not dealing with. I only hope she has the good sense to confine her friendships to worthy people, and not allow herself to be raped at random.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
Subject: Janine L.
Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
This youngster is a demure, petite girl, with long, lovely brown hair and a keen interest in the dance. It is only a recent interest, and she is not particularly well-coordinated, so she took a beginning movement class, and her teacher took an instant liking to her, which turned out not to be in Janine's best interest.
The teacher was a young, college-age man, who was somewhat hippy-oriented. A relic of the hippy era, so to speak. But let's let Janine tell the story.
Yes, Doctor, well, you know it all started when my aunt took me to the ballet for the first time. I was from the island, and we very seldom came to the city, my family, that is. And when we did, they never took me to anything cultural, you know?
We went to a few plays and out to eat sometimes, or our teachers took my class to one of the museum several times. But not until Aunt Hilda took me to the ballet, had I ever even seen one. I'd never been aware how beautiful it was, or how modern it could be.
Those people, those dancers have such magnificent bodies. Have you ever seen them really close up? Especially when they took their curtain calls, we could see what really fantastic bodies they have. They look like super-people. Every muscle is developed to the hilt.
Well, so Aunt Hilda and I went one evening after supper in the theater district. I expected to be bored, but luckily she had been able to talk me into it.
Well, after the experience, I was never the same. It was a great company. They're world famous, and the ballets they did, well, they moved me so much, I just cried and laughed. It was an ecstatic experience.
And an important one!
I decided I wanted to dance. You know, I'm pretty and lithe, but a little uncoordinated. I learned to do things very late, like ride a bicycle. But Aunt Hilda encouraged me to begin at the beginning. I signed up for a course taught, by a man studying physical education at the local college.
I thought it would be really great. You know, we sit around in school all day, and I forgot how it was to move around, like we did when we were children.
When I walked in to sign up for the course, the first time, he, his name is Terry, was sitting at this table, signing up half a dozen girls and he took one look at me, and I took one look at him, and something special clicked, something happened between us.
I'm not sure I even found him attractive, but maybe I understood instantly that he was attracted to me, and I picked up on it.
He couldn't keep his eyes off of me. He very carefully took my money, gave me a receipt and a schedule of classes, and said he was glad I was taking his class and that he was looking forward to having me in it.
I smiled and said thank you. I guess I sort of flirted too, even though I wasn't sure I was really interested in him. I mean, sometimes I'm interested in every man, just because they're interested in me. And then I get all mixed up about my real feelings.
The first class came and I put my leotards on in the dressing room with the other girls and went out into the gym where he was waiting and having the other girls already starting to do warm-up exercises.
That's mostly what this class was, exercises. Sometimes he'd have us dance free-form around the gym to music, doing anything we wanted to do, just to get us limbered up. It felt great.
And he would watch carefully, telling us what parts of our bodies could benefit from certain exercises, and so forth. From the first moment I walked into the gym, he was concerned with my well-being and took special attention with me.
It was almost embarrassing at times. The other girls got kind of jealous, I think. And I enjoyed it and didn't quite know how to stop it.
Well, what girl wouldn't want to be the star of the show? The favorite in class?
Soon, he was waiting around for me after class. When I'd get dressed, he'd ask if I wanted to go for a malted, or he could drive me home. He knew I had about a mile to walk, so that was okay.
I almost always accepted. He was nice enough. We'd go walking to the car, or the corner drugstore, and the wind might blow my long hair out and he would stare and say gently, how beautiful it was, and how beautiful I was.
I was always embarrassed. I mean, I don't know what to say when a guy says that. But I eat it up, that's for sure.
We'd sit and drink our malts and talk and laugh, and he'd tell me all about college. You know, Doctor, he was a lot older, and I suppose I found his attentions flattering. He was really a man and very nice, at least at first. He treated me, well, he made me feel like a lady, you know what I mean?
Anyway, one day, he asked me to come to his house for supper. I just kind of assumed his family would be at home. He gave me his address and I walked over.
When I got there, and rang the bell of his apartment, he let me in and I looked around and said, "Well, Terry, it's nice here, but where is your family?"
"Oh," he said, 'they're out of town. It's okay," he added quickly, taking my coat and hanging it on the coat stand, "I can cook too."
I didn't say anything. I was suddenly kind of worried and I didn't know what to say or how to tell him. I mean, he intimidated me a little bit, just on account of how old he was, you know? I mean, he was twenty, that's six years older than I am. He was a man.
But I didn't want him to think I was a prude. I'm not square, but I knew right away my parents would be horrified if they knew his family wasn't here.
He sat me down at the kitchen table and served me stew for supper. It was really good. I was surprised. I got my first taste of how it was to be alone with a man in a house, just the two of us, and I liked it, eating and talking and having the whole place to ourselves.
Then he fixed coffee and we took a tray out to the living room and flipped on the television. We sat together on the sofa and at first he sat very far away from me.
Then he got closer and closer and finally we were sitting right close together, holding hands and pretending to watch television. I was getting excited or nervous or something.
I've necked and petted before, but not much else. He kissed me then. It was an astounding kiss. It was a man's kiss, not a boy's. He put his tongue between my lips and sent it flying into my mouth. It was thick and hot and made me all hot and delirious with pleasure.
Then he began playing with my breasts. At first I pulled away. That's the code, you know? You pull away, to show that you aren't an easy number. Then you go ahead and do it anyway.
It felt so good at first, to have my breasts caressed. He kneaded and pulled on the nipples. He knew exactly how good it felt, just how to please me.
Then his hands began traveling down my body and all over my back. He asked me if I wanted a massage.
No man has ever asked me that before. I just shrugged and said, "Sure."
He told me to lie down on the sofa. I asked him, couldn't he do it with me sitting up? He said, no, not to worry, but that it was easier that way.
So I did. I lay down and felt really funny. Kind of awkward .He sat across my hips and as he rubbed my back and shoulders, I could feel his masculinity prodding me in the butt and waist. I was kind of embarrassed, but I tried to forget it. Then he moved lower, and began massaging my waist and even my buttocks. I squirmed and said, kiddingly, "That's not my back, Terry! Why are you massaging me there?"
"Oh," he said, "you don't know anything about massages. They're given from top to bottom. I'm only concentrating on the middle right now. It's where the greater area of stress lies."
He was so confident, I thought, well, he must know what he's talking about, being a phys-ed major and giving that movement class and all.
So I felt kind of dumb and let him do it. Grow up, I kept telling myself. This is how the world is. You're naive, Janine. You're only fourteen and you have a lot to learn.
See, Doctor? I blamed myself. Yes, that was mistake number one.
Well, soon he wasn't massaging anymore, he was rubbing my ass and then suddenly he went underneath my skirt and touched me between my legs, rubbing real hard. I tried to pull away, but he held me down. I really squirmed and said, "Stop it, Terry, stop that."
But he kept right on. He put his other hand around my hips and thighs and into my pussy from the front and yanked at my panty hose and panties and got into my pubic hair, before I pulled away a little and slapped his hand.
"Don't do that," I said. "Stop that."
"You wanted a massage and you're going to get it." He said "darling" very sarcastically, as if I was terribly dumb and terribly naive. I was noticeably losing his approval very rapidly, and I felt if I kept pulling away, I would displease him terribly, and that made me even more afraid.
Suddenly he pushed my skirt up very quickly and pulled me around, turned me over with a quick flip. He's very strong. I didn't realize he was that strong.
He pulled my sweater up at the same time and lay down on top of me, diving into my and sucking on the nipples through the fabric of my bra. His mouth and breath felt hot and wet and felt kind of good, but I didn't want him to do it so rudely. If he'd only been more patient, Doctor. He's not a bad guy. At least I thought he wasn't! (Here patient breaks down and cries.)
He began kissing me all over my neck, something I can scarcely resist. So I let him for a few seconds, because it felt good.
But then he began prodding my pussy with his hands and fingers again and I tried to squirm away. I really didn't want him to go any further.
He pulled one leg suddenly and had it on one side of his body, and then he pulled my other leg so it was on the other side of him, and he was laying smack between my legs, and he whipped open his fly and began prodding my pan tied pussy with it.
It was terrible. I'd never been so close to a man before, and I didn't want to be. I was sorry in that moment that I had ever flirted with him. I was sorry I'd ever taken his class, and sorry that I'd ever accepted his special attention. My heavens, why didn't I let him treat me like just one of the gang, just one of the class? I didn't even LIKE the guy. Well, I learned my lesson.
And it hurt. I'm not very strong. My aim for taking the class in the first place, was to be stronger. He felt around and undid the clasp of my bra. Since I'm not very large, it came right undone. My bra he pulled right off in two seconds flat.
He sank his teeth into my bosom then and-gave me the biggest love bite I've ever had. I must have had the scar from that for a week. Usually they disappear after three or four days. I was even afraid to undress in gym class. I always tried to hide it with a towel.
With one or two yanks he had my panties off.
I screamed. "Don't, don't, don't you dare, Terry, stop, please stop." Then I started crying again. I mean, I really meant to cry, but sometimes they work well on a man too. But he didn't give a fuck about me or my feelings or that he was hurting me.
My panties were down to my knees and I tried to hit him and sock him, but he just laughed and kept pushing my arms back with one arm, like he was blocking a tackle or something.
He pushed a finger into my pussy, trying to make me wet, I guess, but I was dry as a bone. He prodded a finger between my pussy lips and felt around for my clit and made it throbbing and erect, or tried too. But I wasn't aroused at all.
I play with myself so I knew what he was doing, and my old boyfriend used to play with it and make me very aroused and make me come, even.
But I didn't give a shit about this guy. He was a horrible animal the way he was mauling me. I felt terrible. I started yelling for my mother. I hoped the neighbors or someone would hear.
"No one's home downstairs, either," Terry snarled. "Or next door. So forget it that anyone can hear you. Why don't you grow up and just go to bed with me, like a normal woman?"
I cried even harder then. "Terry, Terry, I'm not a woman. I'm a girl. I'm only in eighth grade. I don't know anything. Why don't you pick on someone your own age?"
"Because there's no one around I'm interested in," he yelled.
Because no one could possibly like you, I thought. You're such a pig, such an animal. I didn't even dare think what would happen to my course. I couldn't go back and face him there again. And I'd put all my savings into it.
"Terry, I'm not taking anything. Don't make me pregnant, please!"
"I won't." His tone eased up here.. "I'll pull out, I promise you!"
But I struggled still. I didn't want his dong up me. Never! He pulled and pushed and yanked on my pussy some more, and the more he did it the more I cried.
"I'm going to do this, and you're going to go ahead with it, so you may as well relax!"
"Is this how yon get all your lays?" I screamed at him. "By raping them? Is that the only reason you have your class, is to get laid, now and then? And you know a girl wouldn't say anything, so you just keep doing it again and again. I wonder who it was last time!" I was so angry and frustrated that the words just came rolling out. I didn't care any more.
And they must have made him very angry. He pressed his lips firmly together then, and his eyes burned a hot black.
"Okay, babe, you asked for it. You're really gonna get yours now."
I screamed again as he pried my thighs apart like so I was a pair of pliers. I had no control. I tried to hold them closer together, but he was so strong, Doctor, I just couldn't.
He pushed and pushed his penis against my cunt lips and I tried to control them. I tried to keep them shut, pressing with all my might, like I was trying not to go to the bathroom or something.
But he pushed the head or the tip of his fat dick right in. I screamed. No man had ever been up my cunt before. I was so scared, Doctor. I was repulsed by the whole thing. I kept on screaming and crying and not knowing what to do. Well, there was nothing I COULD do.
Finally I couldn't hole on any longer, I couldn't keep him out any longer. I felt his hot, smelly breath on my tear-stained face and just gave up. I stopped crying. I was whimpering now, as I felt him go an inch or so up me.
Then I felt a blistering sensation of pain. I remember now. It was terrible.
"That's just your hymen," he said. "You're maidenhead. I knew you were a virgin the moment I met you."
I looked at him disgustedly. So that was the big attraction. That was my most attractive characteristic! I hated him so much, Doctor. But I couldn't let him know it. I couldn't show it any more. I was afraid he would hurt me.
I started instinctively pretending that I was going to let him do it and go along with it. Which was terrible. It was like being your own worst enemy, to go along with the sadist.
Well, I started caressing him on his back, pretending this was not a rape. I pretended he was my lover, and I swear, Doctor, that was the only way I could swallow this terrible pill.
He thrust in his dick further up my tight passageway. It was very tight and narrow. It hurt like hell, but now I expected the pain. I anticipated it, and it seemed to be easier.
"Easy does it," he groaned, panting as his dick went all the way up me. It must have taken some of the tire out of him now. Because he was gentler, and he seemed to want to give me some pleasure.
I had to laugh, kind of sarcastically to myself. It was a little late for that, I thought. What a prick. I began getting angry all over again. But I swallowed it. I swallowed my anger.
He withdrew his dick and went in slowly this time. It was easier now. He thrust into me again and again. He told me to spread my more. It would be easier.
I did. He only seemed to go in deeper, deeper into my more vulnerable areas. I hated him. I didn't want him to touch me there. I only wanted him to get out. But I kept on caressing his back, pretending, always He thrust his hands under my ass cheeks then. He pushed me up to meet his thrusting dick and pulled them back as he pulled out. He was trying to teach me the rudiments of fucking, I guess.
He whispered lovingly into me ear, "Go up and down, follow my rhythm."
Fuck him! What a crazy bastard. He sounded like he was talking to his girl friend or his wife and not a girl he was raping.
I closed my eyes, and tried to follow what he was saying, but suddenly I was very, very tired. I only wished he'd come and get it over with. I hated him so much, and the hatred took all my energy.
I pushed up and down lazily, not really caring, of course. He had me. He had what he wanted. And he wasn't going to get any more. He wasn't going to get a good fuck. I was tired and just intended to lie there after this.
"Come on, move, honey," he said.
When I didn't move, he started going real fast then. If he wasn't going to get any more cooperation from me, he was going to do all the fast and hard fucking himself.
He went like a fast machine. He went really rapidly in and out of me, in and out, in and out. He clenched my buttocks hard. He kissed me and I didn't respond. He tickled my nipples with his tongue, or tried to, but it was if I had no more feeling left.
None, Doctor. I had no more spirit. Nothing. I was about as passive a girl as any fellow could want. Or not want.
Finally he thrust really fast and grunted and groaned. I knew he was coming, because I'd jacked my old boyfriend off in his car before, and when he'd get really good and hard, I'd keep whacking and he would come and spurt cream all over my hand, and I would keep whacking and then he'd grab a tissue and wipe it off and pop the dick back into his jeans, zip up, and off we'd take in the car again. Easy as pie, Doc!
But this, this was something different and terrible. It really taught me to be cautious, not to fool around, never to go out with someone I didn't know and trust.
But it was too late for any regrets. He came with a loud moan and a hard thrust that practically tore my groin apart. It was terrible.
I whimpered again. He'd at last stirred some more feeling in me again. But it was a feeling of agony. I shook, I felt both terrible and glad that it was all over. I felt the cream coming out of me now. Trickling out. Draining out from between my legs onto the couch.
He lay on me now and shook, shook with something, I don't know what. Relief? Laughter, perhaps?
Who knows and who cares? He rolled off me finally and I sat up, my feet on the floor. I put my arms on my knees and rested my head on them. I was exhausted, devoid of any feeling. I was only glad it was over.
I was so very relieved. He barely touched me then. I could feel my ass against his thigh. I only wished it had been my old boyfriend. I wished I hadn't kept telling him no, no, I wouldn't go to bed with him. Then he wouldn't have broken up with me and then I could've had sex the first time with someone I really and truly liked.
And you know what he did then? He rolled off the couch, and sat next to me, comforting me and telling me he was sorry! He didn't know what he had done, he got so carried away. I just laughed. Kind of deep down like. He was crazy. Either he was feeding me the biggest line a fellow can feed a girl, or he was crazy, one or the other.
Suddenly he said, "Uh-oh, look what you did to the folks' couch. There's blood. It's a blood stain. Oh, what am I going to do? How do you get blood out, you're a girl, you must know. Well?"
I just looked at him and laughed again. To myself this time. He was so stupid and so inconsiderate. Now I know the meaning of the word "boor." He personified it. Blaming me for the blood of my hymen on his couch, as if I voluntarily put it there! Oh, Doctor, can you imagine how crazy I felt? (Here patient cried again.) And then to think, that because I was a girl, I should have the perfect remedy to get it out, just like those stupid women in the TV ads, so his parents wouldn't know he had raped a girl on their eight hundred dollar couch. It was too much. It was more than I could handle. I just looked at him and said quietly, "No, I don't know how to get it out. Maybe some vinegar?"
It was the first thing I thought of and I had no idea if it worked or not. He ran to the refrigerator and brought back a bottle of vinegar and a sponge and went to work on that spot. I just watched him and kept laughing to myself. The whole thing was too ludicrous. While he was scrubbing away and not paying any attention, I quietly pulled my clothes on. Then I went to the telephone and dialed a cab.
CONCLUSION
I advised her that it was not better to circumvent the law, but to take what legal recourse was available to her. I said that there were more women policemen now, and ones who were sympathetic to the problems of a raped woman. I thought she would get fair treatment.
As it turned out, she did. The man named Terry was brought in. He had raped two other students in a similar manner, both of whom were afraid to come forward. When they heard of Janine's case, they did.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
Forceful lust of another human being can lead to trouble. In the case of brutality, the problems become as obvious as the scars that appear on the victims' skin. However, there are also many cases where the scars do not show. These cases are just as damaging, if not more so.
The children who have lived through these traumas are frightened. Some may have problems with sex for many years to come. Others may be so ashamed that they further humiliate themselves by turning to prostitution, or in many cases simply indiscriminant fucking.
Whatever the outcome, the pain and fear are always the same. These children have been hurt and they will always feel the pain.
