Although the school drop-out rate in the city's ghetto and slum areas is among the nation's highest, the children involved are anything but stupid.
Life on the streets of New York City has given them a shrewdness and cunning that many adults would love to have. These street-wise kids have also had early introductions to sex, and usually in its most base forms.
In order to survive, these kids have been forced to do a number of things that middle class adults would be shocked to hear about if they were given this information.
CORINNE, 12, was gang-banged by a group of fourteen year old boys and found that she liked it. She describes her rape, giving all the details.
RAMONA, 13, and six of her Puerto Rican girlfriends gang banged two rich white girls who had the misfortune to venture into the wrong neighborhood.
MARVA, 9, and her twin sister, Ursula, observe every detail through a crack in the door of their mother and their "uncle" fucking.
LALENA, 14, in a reverse twist, leaves the ghetto, only to encounter the rage of red-neck's vengeance and their desire to humiliate her.
The transcribed accounts of these girls and boys and the others related here are truly shocking. But the transcripts of our conversations are available and give testament to their reality.
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT: Corinne AGE: Twelve
INTERVIEW ONE
Corinne was sent here by the Child Welfare Board. Her story is one that can even cause a professional, well trained in the events that may beset such youngsters, to cringe slightly.
She still showed some of the effects of her ordeal as she sat in my office and spoke to me, a conversation that was transcribed on tape and reprinted in verbatim, here.
Corinne is a small girl, not more than 90 pounds and is only about five feet tall. Her pixieish looks makes it seem even more shocking.
Well, it was only about five thirty in the afternoon, but it was dark out already. I was with my brother, Jim, who is sixteen. He was walking me back from my violin lesson. There's this center near us that gives music lessons to talented kids for nothing. It was past the hour where I could use my bus pass, so Jim walked me home, a fifteen minute walk, but our neighborhood is just not safe for little girls to walk through.
Well, we walked down Dumont, a block that has only abandoned buildings and empty, vacant lots with debris all over it. Even in the daytime it's kind of scary to walk through, but most of the other blocks weren't much better.
Suddenly, there's this young punk kid that Jim knows. He comes out of the doorway from one of the abandoned buildings. We knew he was up to no good. Our parents had taught us to respect the rights of others and Jim and I always did our best in school. We wanted to make something of ourselves and our parents really did a lot for us. Both me and Jim don't speak too much like the rest of the kids in our neighborhood because we studied hard to learn correct English.
Anyway, this wild kid, Elmo, just stands in our path. My brother put his arm around my waist and guided me out of Elmo's way so we could walk around him and avoid trouble.
It was cold out and I was wearing my long winter coat the people my mother cleans for gave her.
But Elmo then stepped in front of the new path we made, forcing us into the gutter if we wanted to pass, and then he followed us into the gutter. It was obvious then, that Elmo didn't want to let us pass.
"Hey, man, come on, Elmo. What you starting up for, man? We're not bothering you," my brother Jim said to him and tried to walk.
We both knew that Elmo hangs with some real tough punk hoods, even if they are just entering their teens.
Well, Elmo takes offense at what Jim says, even though Jim didn't raise his voice or anything. I guess Elmo just wanted to make some trouble for us.
"Hey, man, your sister give you free pussy, huh, brother?"
"No, she doesn't. And-"
Jim, I'm sure was about to tell him not to talk about his younger sister like that, but Elmo didn't let him.
"You mean, she make you pay for it?" Elmo said, and then he laughed real hard at his stupid joke.
"Please, we're gonna be late for supper," I told Elmo.
"Hey, little nigger. You're cute. I bet you got a nice little pair of jugs under that coat, huh?" He told me.
"Look, you! I was nice to you, but you're gonna go too far!" Jim yelled at him, even raising his voice.
"Yeah, man, what you gone do, huh?"
Then, as if to show that my brother's warning meant nothing to him, Elmo unbuttoned the two top buttons of my coat. Jim grabbed me and we tried to get away. I was scared. I didn't want to see my brother get in a fight, although I knew he could handle himself.
"Look, what do you want, Elmo? We ain't got no bread, man. That's why we're walking," my brother tried to reason with him. I nodded my head, too.
"I'll let you both go if she tells me if she got hairs on her pussy yet. That's all, all right?"
"You're a filthy animal!!" Jim yelled.
"Please, Jim. I'll tell him," I pleaded, but it was too late. Elmo pulled a blade out. We both froze. Then Elmo whistled. Five other kids came bounding out of that abandoned building. Some had chains and crow bars with them. I felt like I was gonna pee, I was so scared. I grabbed Jim's coat arm and began to cry.
"You got no money?" one kid asked who took over for Elmo as the leader.
"No, we're walking home," Jim replied.
He put his arm around me to try to comfort me.
"Well, you got clothes that ain't too bad. I want them!"
Jim was forced to take off his clothes in the cold winter. He was only allowed to keep his underpants. They even took his socks. They had knives and chains and crow bars. I knew that Jim had to do what they said, or else he'd get hurt real bad.
"Would you please let us go now?" Jim asked. He had his arms folded in front of him to keep warm.
"Start running down the block!" said Cleveland, who did the most of the talkng now.
"Come on, Corinne," Jim said and he took me by my sleeve, but we didn't get a chance to run.
"Not her, just you!" Cleveland told him.
I felt even worse for Jim than for me. I knew how bad he must have felt to give his clothes away and stand around in his underpants like that, especially in front of me, who he was supposed to protect. But I knew that it wasn't his fault.
Then Cleveland made Jim take his underpants off. I didn't look, even though they were all laughing at him. But Jim still wouldn't run away without me, so they got this cable wire and tied his hands together behind his back. I felt so weak and small, not being able to do anything to help my brother. I offered to remain, but it didn't help and Jim wouldn't let me. They made us both go into the building. They took us into an apartment on the first floor. There were a few flashlights that lit up the room. They took Jim's clothes and put it in another room, where all of the stolen stuff was kept. Then they tied Jim to a radiator by his legs and by underneath his armpits. They also put rags around his mouth and gagged him. Jim was struggling, once he was gagged, but it was no use. I was begging and pleading and crying, but that was also no use.
The five of them then gathered around my, making a circle. They poked at me and opened the buttons of my coat. I tried to rush through them, but they caught me and put me back in the circle, and made me run around the circle, like running the gauntlet, and each of them would open my coat buttons. They began to grab at me and they finally took my winterocat off. One kid brought it out of the room. I saw Jim all bound and gagged, but as much as I love him, he was really not much help. He did give me a little more confidence, but not much. In a way, the fact that he watched me made me feel even more shame.
Well, the five of them made me keep running around them. I had a dress on and patent leather shoes with white socks. They began to tear at my dress, first the sleeves, and then near the bottom, lifting it up and laughing at my white panties.
"Hey, man, don't tear it. We can sell it," Elmo said.
"No, we gone get others, Elmo," Cleveland told him.
It was then, for the first time, that I realized they were actually going to rip my dress off me, and leave me in my underwear too. I looked at Jim, and I could see the frustration and anguish in his eyes as they made me run around the circle and tear at my plaid red and gray dress. Finally, one of them gave a big tug, and it came all the way off me. They stopped. It was cold in there, but that's not why I began to shiver. I was in my underwear, my bra and my panties, and there were five wild boys tormenting me. I was plenty scared then.
"Hey, she got a nice little pair of jugs, like I guessed she would," Elmo said. I put one arm around my breasts and my other in front of my panties, the two most places I didn't want them to see, or grab.
Then they made me take my shoes and stockings off. They brought my shoes out and then returned.
They formed that circle around me and forced me to run around. They wouldn't let me cover myself either.
They were threatening me with their knives and chains and crow bars. Then Cleveland went and got a gun. A real gun, too. They didn't do nothing just yet, only forcing me to run around in circles. I was out of breath. I fell in a heap on the floor, trying to catch my breath.
"All right, give up your bra and panties," Cleveland ordered me.
I stood there and wrapped my arms around each other and cried.
Elmo walked behind me. They closed in on me, and just ripped it right off me, both my bra and panties, and left me naked, just like Jim. I was trying to scratch and claw at them, but I was just too weak to do anything. Jim was watching the whole time, too, except when he turned his head when something really awful would happen.
One of the others pulled out this old mattress. I knew then that I was going to be violated. I really didn't realize it until then. I just couldn't permit myself to think about it. But now, I had to. I was squatting and cringing and covering myself up as they stood over me in my shame. Then, I was ordered to stand up and put my hands at my sides. I knew that they were all looking at my body parts that were forbidden to look at. The Church we go to always tells the kids about the evils of our bodies and the necessity to avoid temptation by looking on a female's unclothed body.
"You're all gonna go to the devil. God is going to punish you all for this," I threatened them. They only laughed and they all walked around me and began to touch me, and handle me all over, making me cry and beg for mercy.
That made them even happier, though. They were almost thoroughly rotten to the core.
They fondled my breasts and had big laughs when they made them shake
"How old are you, kid?"
"I'm only twelve," I cried, hoping they might have some human decency somewhere inside them.
"Twelve. You sure got big jugs for a twelve year old," Elmo laughed and they all slapped each other's palms.
I was almost hysterical with tears. Then Elmo grabbed my behind, and began to pull and squeeze, and I was forced to stand there and not stop him. He put his hand into my behind and touched the place where I make from. It was awful how they could torment you like that, and when they touched me there, it was so uncomfortable, I hated it. It wasn't painful, then, just awful uncomfortable.
While Elmo kept poking me and even sticking his finger into the hole where my movements come out of, two others began to touch me in my other part. They pulled my woman hairs, and just pawed at me mercilessly. They were grabbing me all over, all five of them at once, and on the most private parts of my body, too.
In the little whole behind me, I could feel these real terrible sensations. I now knew that that was the reason they were doing that to me there, just to make me feel so uncomfortable. I felt so much shame being exposed like that, and I saw my brother, too, just tied up there, and his thing was exposed and they forced me to look at it. Then they dragged me over.
"Kiss it!!"
I put my hands over my mouth, but they were removed. I had to kiss it. They threatened him too and told him he would lose it if I didn't kiss it. I had to kiss it, and then I had to put it in my mouth and suck and suck and suck, and suck on it and it got big and hot and I couldn't do anything to stop them, and neither could Jim. I saw tears coming out of his eyes. My brother was so helpless, but I didn't want him to lose it, especially the way they said he would, cut off with a knife.
It was disgusting and horrible, but I had to do it. I had to!! They were grabbing me as I sucked, putting it into my mouth, and I had to feel what it was like, they made me, they made me, ohhhhh, please, I can't go on, doctor.
INTERVIEW TWO
In our second interview, I had to calm poor Corinne down a lot if she was to continue. Finally, she was able to feel up to it, and she continued from where she left off.
I had Jim's manhood inside my mouth and I sucked and sucked and I knew that he wasn't able to resist the temptation. Through the gagging of his mouth, and by the look on his face, I knew that he was feeling it, too. I knew that it wasn't completely his fault, but he did let "himself get aroused with my mouth on it, and it got hot and it got me aroused too, and I couldn't help it, but I had to keep sucking.
I had to move my head up and down on it and they were yelling at me to make my tongue move around it, too, and I did and Jim was forced to show his pleasure, my own brother, and I his sister, it was the worst kind of sin almost possible.
I'm glad my mother and father weren't there, I told myself a few times over and over just so I knew that things could be worse and they weren't. I knew that they would have made me suck on my father's big manhood, too, and they probably would have made me put my mouth over my mother's womanhood, and lick that and they both would have gotten that terrible sinful pleasure from it, and they maybe would have even made my father put his thing into my hole and make us sin even more, so I was able to give myself some comfort, but soon I began to feel it in my mouth get hotter and it began to twitch, and finally, his seed shot out of it and got into my mouth. I tried to spit it out, and it kept on doing that, and making more of his seed come out and it got all on my face and they made me put my mouth back over it and swallow the rest that came out.
It tasted so acidy and pungent, and smelled so musky and it was sticky and gooey, and yes, it was filthy. He's my brother, but he didn't have to waste his seed like that and it was dirty and ohhhhh, he was liking me doing that, ohhhhhh, and I liked doing it because it was his manhood and I made him show his manhood, but I was forced to and I couldn't help it and ohhhhh, it was horrible!
Jim was writhing and they made me lick all the rest of it off and I did and every time my tongue touched it they all began to laugh because Jim was unable to hide his passion.
Then they pulled me away from him, even before I could get all of it with my tongue and lips. Then they made me get on my back and lie down on the mattress. I knew that I was going to get raped.
I knew it, I knew it, and there I was, helpless, and Jim was helpless and they threatened me and they threatened him. They forced my to make even more shame for myself, just to see how filled with shame I was. They tried to make it seem as if it were my fault and not theirs, for the rape I was gonna get.
"Stick your tongue out and lick your lips!!" They were all standing over me and they ordered me to do that as they all looked down on my complete nakedness that they wouldn't let me hid, and it was awful. I had to keep licking my lips like I was a lady of the street, and then they made me touch myself down there, and rub myself and made me open it up wide and show them.
"Show your pink, nigger!!"
I had to keep on licking my lips and they made me force myself to like doing that, and I forced myself to like it like they ordered me to and I spread my crack open wide and showed them the raw, temptuous flesh that I have there and they made me stick my finger into it and rub and move it rapidly in and out of the hole and not the hole from where I make water from, but the other one, the mysterious one that stretched out so wide, and I had to keep on panting and rubbing myself down there with one hand and I had to rub my dirty pillows and the things where my milk will come out of when I'm married, and they made me squeeze them, and they got bigger and darker, and real dark black looking and I was forced to like it.
Then they made me say dirty words. They made me call my bodily parts by the filthy vulgar names, and they made me keep getting myself tempted and tempted and temped and I had to keep saying this awful thing over and over.
My voice was changing and it was sounding to me like I was a woman of the street. I was feeling all these new sensations from all over my body, especially in my dirty pillow, that they forced me to call tits and jugs and down there it was really bothering me, but I had to say it, and I had to say what I felt, but I had to say it in filthy language while my brother watched and I was meaning it, too because they forced me to mean it.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!" I had to keep saying that over and over and I watched them take their pants off, all of them, not just one like I thought would violate me, but all of them, all five of them one at a time, would violate me, and then the other and then the next and it was so terrible.
First, Cleveland got on me, and he made me kiss it first, and it was big and hot already and I had to tell him how much I wanted it inside me.
"Put your cock in my cunt, Cleveland. I want you to fuck me so badly, mmmmmm, ohhhhhh, ahhhh, fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me," I murmured with real ugly passion, in need of getting relief, and I was forced not to let myself resist the passion and the pleasure and the need for having it in me.
He made me take it in my hands and put it into me, and I could hardly think or see, I was so filled with unwanted lust. I had succumbed to temptation and I knew that the devil would take me, and I would have to bear my pain in front of the whole congregation in our church while sitting in the mercy seat, and that was almost as bad, having to tell exactly what I did, and so did Jim.
Then Cleveland entered me, making me bleed my first blood, and breaking my chastity, and I was fornicated on, and he pumped it into me, in and out, in and out, and in and out and real hard, too, and I was feeling it, and I was loving it, but they forced me to, and I couldn't help myself, but I was still in shame and I saw that Jim saw that I was loving it, but he was loving it, too, when I had so suck on it for him.
I felt all these things like small tiny pinches in my woman part down there and it began to shoot through my whole body and I began to see colors, like scarlet and red and I thought that I was in hell and I love being in hell, but I hated the fact that I love being in hell, but I couldn't help it, I had to love it when he pumped and pumped it into me, and the pain and the hurt was there ,too, and I still liked it, but I couldn't do anything. I felt like it was ripping and tearing, but I wanted it to rip and tear, and I thought it was going to come out of my nether hole, because it went into me so deeply, but it didn't come out of my nether hole, and I didn't rip and tear. It only stretched like a rubberband, but it didn't rip except for that thin membrane where they made a woman out of me before I was ready, but I felt like a woman, and I loved feeling like a woman, but I didn't want to, and then I wanted to, and I wanted to die, and then I wanted more and more of it and they forced me to beg for more from when after Cleveland's seed went into me, and. I was impregnated four more times.
When Elmo got on me, not even giving me a chance to catch my breath or return to normal so I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed him so I could bear the pain and the pleasure of it better and he slapped me and forced me to tell him how much I love it and I told him how much I loved it, "It's wonderful," I panted and my own voice surprised me terribly the way it sounded, so raspy and passionate like a harlot, and I had to keep telling him while he pumped me that I loved it and I did love it but I still hated myself for loving it and I felt terrible shame for loving it, but I still loved it and I wanted it and I needed it and I couldn't resist it at all, not even a little bit, even though I kept thinking that I was ripping and tearing and spreading so wide I would need operations so make me smaller again.
Then Elmo's seed was propelled into me and I began to think that I was in volcanoes and roller coasters and things were happening inside me that made me think I was in the Fourth of July fireworks and I saw all the colors and felt all the explosions and tasted the sweat from his body and I eagerly awaited the next one and I rubbed myself without them telling me to and I couldn't help myself anymore.
The third one was Thomas and he was like a pile driver machine inside me, and he forced me to move up into him because he wanted me to get the exercize, so I had to pump my hips up and down and make it go into him. If I didn't he said, he wouldn't pump either, so I had to pump my own body, even though I was so exhausted and could hardly think anymore, but he told me how good I was making him feel, and I didn't want to make him feel good, but I knew that I wouldn't feel the pleasure if I didn't make him feel good, so I had to try to make him feel as good as he possibly could feel from putting it in my womanhood and he bit and sucked on my big, hard, black dots on my breasts and I tingled even more and more from that as I made my behind bounce up and down and my arms around his back which was sweating and glistening.
My dirty pillows were in his mouth and his teeth were biting into them and making teeth marks and he was squeezing my dots with his teeth and hurting me, but I still loved it and wanted him to do it. I felt I was stretching and spreading so far now, that I was almost sure I would rip because even a rubber band can rip if it's pulled far enough, but I didn't rip, and when Thomas's seed jetted into my womanhood, I was almost completely hysterical, but not from sadness or laughter, but hysterical with the pleasure of the shame and sin they were forcing on me.
I touched myself there when Thomas got off me and I was so tender and sore there and my dirty pillows hurt me, too, and so did my dots and they forced me to say more dirty words and tell them how great I felt and I told them, and then they told me to call my dirty pillows that instead of tits and jugs so they could all laugh at me.
There were two left and they forced me to beg them for it, because they wouldn't let me have it if I didn't beg, so I got on my knees and begged them to do it to me and I cried and prayed that they would let me have it, so finally the fourth one did it, and again, it seemed as if it kept getting better and better each time one of them would do it to me, and I could hardly see or hear, but when the fourth one shot his seed into me, I was yelling and laughing with the passion and pleasure a strumpet or a harlot would feel.
Then they forced me to do the worst things possible and I did them, they made me make animal noises and squeal like a pig and crawl around on my hands and knees and I did it.
Just so I could get myself the sex, I had to do all these filthy, horrible, disgusting things, and I did them all, because they made me want to have the sex so bad that I needed it.
They made me crawl over to my brother and curse him and then I had to curse God and my mother and my father and I did it because I wanted sex, and I didn't mean it, but they made me say it like I mean it so they finally let me go back to lay on the dirty old mattress and Cleveland, the leader and the biggest of all was the last one, and again I heard the Fourth of July fireworks and fell all that unwanted pleasure and passion, and I loved it again, and I wrapped my legs around him and wouldn't let go while he pumped and thumped and I humped and made my skinny body go into him and he was moaning because I made him feel so good and he made me feel so good, and I knew that he was trying to make me feel good and I loved him, then, but I still hated him for making me love him.
I felt so confused, but all of the passion and lust and love made me not care that I was so confused.
Oh, it was just the most awful experience that ever could have happened to a religious person like me.
CONCLUSION
Corinne was crying and whining through our whole interview. I had to stop her and calm her down on a number of occasions. Those pauses were omitted, but the rest of her testimony is intact.
As she repeated the awful events of her gang-bang, it was almost as if she were reliving every detail of it. She had to tell the police and also her church.
Obviously, the deeply committed little girl will never completely recover from the traumatic experience. She is presently undergoing extensive therapy to help reorient her to society.
As for her tormentors, they were apprehended by the police, not long after the incident. However, the stiffest sentence any of the juveniles received was six months in a reformatory. The others, due to their extreme youth, have been released in their parents custody and are presently lurking about the city's streets again, waiting for more innocent young victims to come their way.
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT: Ramona AGE: Thirteen
INTERVIEW ONE
When Ramona skipped into my office, I had to take a second look at the dossier we had compiled on her. She seemed like she couldn't harm a fly. She appeared as if she were a little nymphet or a cherubim.
However, once I heard her speak, I knew that the reports we had on her were indeed, true. Her voice was low, hoarse, and grating, and her diction was most ungrammatical.
I listened attentively as she explained in the course of her story, how at the age of thirteen, she knew every trick in the book. The viciousness and total lack of concern for human dignity that Ramona conveyed were shocking, especially coming from the mouth of such a pixieish creature.
Well, doc, we got this gang, see. And we only be chicks in the gang, too, 'cause we can fight so mutherfucking bad, man, that we don't need no mutherfucking guys to cover us, Jack.
We all around twelve, thirteen and fourteen, and there be over fifty of us Rican girls in our gang that we call Pink Wildcats. All of us ain' no virgins, neither, and we all had to make it with each other, too. Man, and we're proud of that. Ain' no way no one gone call any of us Pink Wildcats no names like lesbians or dykes and still have their sex organ left to say it again with.
We all know martial arts and we carry blades just in case. Man, we fucking own eight square blocks of the mutherfucking city, Jack, and that's our turf. Even the stud gangs got to think before crossing our turf.
So, there be six of us, just hanging out by this building, protecting the neighborhood from intruders. Suddenly, Carmelita, this real big chick and one of my best lovers, well, she begins to really laugh and jump up and down, pointing at something up the block like she real excited.
The rest of us look. There be these two blondes with dresses maybe not even from the rack and they be walking down the block. They didn't look like no social workers, neither.
We all walk up the block, six of us, to meet them and find out what they want. Well, before they reach us, they stop. We walk faster, like a juggernaut down that mutherfucking street. We wearing our colors, too, black leather jackets, with the zippers pulled down in the front so our jugs can be seen only a little, depending on how big they is. Me? Mine ain't big at all and I can even keep my jacket unzipped all the way down to my belt, a big leather belt. On the back of the jacket say "PINK WILDCATS" written in pink lipstick that won't smear.
Well, the two blondes are freezed. Then they turn and start to walk the other way, real fast, but still not running.
"Blondies! Stop!!" Carmelita yells out to them.
Carmelita ain't the leader of the whole thing. Maria Robles Vasquez be the main leader, but of us six, Carmelita the highest ranking. I'm pretty high up in the ranking, too, cause I can boost as good as anyone from the big department stores.
The two blondies, turning around seeing us coming at them, then begins to run. We chase them and just as they open the door to this big, fancy new Lincoln they got, we able to close the door. We just stand around them at first, inspecting them. We feel their threads, and I know that it class material. We figure we can fence that alone "for thirty, forty bills, maybe.
They were both close to each other. They didn't say much except little whispers to each other.
"Speak!!" Carmelita orders them.
"Please, girls. What do you want?"
"All right, they speak," Carmelita says with a laugh, looking at us. Carmelita is big, man, bigger than the two blondies and they were both tall. Lean, too. "What you doing here?" Carmelita asks. I'm checking out their dresses meanwhile. I lift it a little to see what they got underneath, and the first one I do it to touches me and pushes my hand out of the way while the other one is explaining that they are representing landlords and got to forclose on someone and how they don't like doing it, but it's their job.
We hate landlords!
Well, after one blondie moves my hand from her hem, I smack her hand and she don't touch me, while I lift her dress and check out her fancy underwear. She got nylons and pantyhose on. Pink, too, actually.
They explain to Carmelita that they gave this tenant a lot of time to pay up, but they got to hand the 'viction notice, and it turns out that the house belong to Jennie, this girl in our gang.
Jennie wasn't going to get 'victed.
Even though they say how someone else gone serve it, we tell them to send someone else who can get past us, cause they sure can't get past us.
It's about three o'clock and the sun is out and people are looking at us from their windows. Carmelita yells out to the people what they there for and they all begin to encourage us and hiss them.
"I think we're in trouble, Melody," one blondie says to the other one, but she don't say it like she scared.
We all knew that they gone be plenty scared. We knew that we was gonna break them. Breaking them mean making them our slave until they done wear out and then we get rid of them. They got to be our slaves and enjoy it, too.
We make them stand there, and some search through the car, while I check out their underwear, getting them more scared. They don't resist, only cringe a little.
We get all the shit out of their car and carry it to our clubhouse, and then bring the two blondies with us.
We look through their bags and find out their names and ages and all that stuff. We throw all their papers in the stove and burn them, 'eluding the 'viction notice, making them almost threaten us with the law and all that shit.
Carmelita lets them ramble on. The one called Melody be twenty-four year old, and the one called Carly be twenty-six year old. Carly be a little taller and bigger than Melody, and got bigger jugs than her too. They holding each other's hands.
"Blondie, you ever make it with another girl?" Carmelita asks Melody.
She shakes her head and so does Carly when the question is put to her. Neither of them ever rub their pussis together.
"Strip!!" Carmelita says.
"What?" Melody asks. Now, Carmelita is the type that don't like to say things twice, 'specially when she makes herself clear the first time. She tells them that and they kind of ask her to repeat it again.
Carmelita, to my surprise, repeats it a third time, only adds a little incentive to it.
"You got two minutes to be standing here naked! The two a you!" Carmelita puts the point of the blade she got at the throat of Melody for her incentive, and I do the same to Carly.
They really both look so funny, rushing to get their clothes off. We all be laughing at them and whistling as they show us their features. They shivering even though it be hot as all hell in the basement there.
They try to cover up. They both cover themselves in exactly the same way, with their legs crossed and one hand over their pussy and another over ther jugs, real fine looking girls they was, too.
"Straight! Hands at sides!"
That what I like about Carmelita. She don't waste no words, just barking out orders like she born to do so, and getting respect from it, too.
They be standing up straight. I put my two cents in. "Shoulders back and stick out your chests, blondies!"
They both look at me and see I mean business. They do like I tell them.
The other girls all begin to feel them, inspecting their merchandise, and playing and making their jugs bounce.
Carly, we see ain't blonde naturally cause the hairs over her pussy is black, like all of ours, but none of us is blonde, except for a few who only got blonde streaks with either red or black hair, two-tone jobs, you know.
"Carly, hit your knees!!!" Carmelita says to Melody. I knew she was mistaking the name on purpose.
"I'm Melody," Carly whimpers, trying to say that, I guess to stall or something, although why they should stall I don't know. Maybe they think The Lone Ranger on some big white horse gone come rescue them or something, but ain' no one gone save them 'til they fully subjected to us.
Carmelita, not liking to be told she was wrong, grabs Melody's blonde bush, and pulls, also squeezing her cunt together, and not very easy. Melody screams and her knees start to buckle, but Carmelita makes her stand up by pulling and tugging on her cunt hairs. Melody gets up. Carly is watching and she screaming, too, yelling "Help, help, help, please someone help us, please!"
"No noise," I tell her and put my finger on my lip in case she don't understand, but she understood and stopped yelling for help.
Carmleita let's Melody go and has a bunch of her hairs in her hand which she throws on the floor. Melody begins to rub her cunt where her hairs got pulled out of. "What's your name?" Carmelita asks Melody.
"Carly?" Melody says, hoping she got it right.
She learning fast, but still got a long way to go.
Carmelita shakes her head, telling her she be wrong. Melody shakes her head too, but with a question mark on her face. Carmelita waits, making Melody wait to find out what her name gone be.
"You Blondie Number One!!" Carmelita tells her.
Melody repeats her name then. I look at Carly to see if she know what her new name gone be, and then I ask her.
"Blondie Number Two," Carly answers correctly. I smile at her and she smile at me. We communicated.
So, not that we got Melody as Blondie Number One and Carly as Blondie Number Two, we ready to break them.
"Blondie Number One! Knees!" Carmelita says, not wishing to repeat the whole thing about what she done already say. We know Blondie Number One can figure it out, and she do, getting on her knees.
She puts her hands together and starts to beg, even before we tell her to beg.
"Blondie Number Two! Show Your Pink!"
Carly puts this look of disgust on her face when it hits her that she got to spread her pussy wide open, and she even refuses. A blade is put under her brown nipple and she realizes that she gone lose it if she don't listen. I thought she gone wet herself, she so scared. I trace the point of the knife on her tit, making a very fine line appear, not even drawing blood.
So, Blondie Number Two, Carly, shows her pink and we make her show more and more of it until it's hurting her to stretch it, but we give her incentive to stretch her cunt. I put the point of the blade right on her pink, bubbly flesh, making her trickle out some of her piss on my knife, and then I had to get my blade cleaned so I have her lick the knife with her tongue, still stretching her pussy all the while.
Well, they still not fully broken yet, cause they got to think a little before we order them to do something.
"Blondie Number Two! Walk to Blondie Number One (who still on her knees) and force her to eat your cunt out!"
She took too long to walk the few steps so she gets a big lock of her head hair cut off.
She finally walk over to the kneeling Blondie Number One, her hands still stretching her cunt out. I figure that Carmelita gone give her the encouragement to do it herself, but she show me why she got what it takes to be the Queen someday if she ain' killed or sent to jail first.
"Blondie Number Two! Encourage your cunt partner to eat you!"
"Ohhhhh, oh God. I can't believe this is real," she says and the other one says something just like it. Man, them blondies is stupid cause it got to be real, see? She get another lock of her hair cut off, and she now show that her head hair is starting to disappear.
She finally talks to the other Blondie and not at the ceiling. "Melody," she begins, but she loses some more of her hair and now her brown roots on a quarter of "her head is all she got there. She starts over. "Blondie Number One, please, dammit, our lives are more important than anything, please, do it, ohhhh, please, we have to," Carly says, crying a little.
"C-, I mean, Blondie number Two," Melody begins, but she also got to lose a little hair for the slip, but not as much cause she did correct herself. "I'll do it, I understand. We'll be all right, honey, we will," she says to her friend, and some of us whistle when she says, "Honey," to her.
"I-I'm clean there, Blondie Number One, if that's any consolation," Carly says like she trying to feel real sympathy for Melody.
"Clean where?" I ask with a laugh.
"My vagina," she repeats and we all laugh and she loses some more hair.
We 'splain to her how to encourage her new sex partner.
Carly looks into Melody's eyes, licks her lips and says, "Eat my cunt!!" and she pulls Melody's hair and pushes the struggling girl's face right into the middle of her cunt.
Melody's licking at her like a pro, right from I the start, and we don't have to tell her too much to make her sucking and slurping and licking noises a lot louder.
Carry's grip on Melody's head gets stronger and she's pushing her face into her cunt, making her get the best parts. Carry's soon acting like she loves it, and we know she is, cause of the way the sweat is coming off her face. Melody, too, after coming up for air a lot at the beginning, is getting into it, too, tasting all of Carry's flesh, and liking it, and Carly is letting her know how much she's liking Melody on her knees and eating her.
Carmelita walks behind Melody. She grabs her pretty ass and lifts her off her legs where she was resting but still lets her keep eating Carly. Carry's moans was really something, and she soon did it on her own with no encouragement.
I start to play with Carry's tits, cause they look like they be fun to play with. She got her hands on Melody's head, anyhow and couldn't do it herself. First I does it to her nice and easy, just to make her feel nice and cause I like the way they look, standing up firm and looking like nice ripe apples, real big ones, bigger than many of ours, even. But I guess maybe I get a little jealous of her, so I don't want her to look so nice. I begin to pinch her nipples, making them get even bigger, almost as big as my own tits, and I'm pulling on her tits, finally forcing her to realize that something else is happening to her besides the passion in her pussy. I'm smacking her jugs back and forth with my hands, and grabbing them, making a fist around them and making funny shapes out of them. I'm really interested in that, too, just to see all the different ways I can hurt Blondie.
Meanwhile, Melody got this coke bottle stuck up her asshole by Carmelita, and she squirming and wriggling around like she a cockaroach that been cut in half, and she still got to eat Carly's cunt, her best friend, and Carly still got to make her do it, and I'm slapping and squeezing Carly's big apples, and seeing how hard I can squeeze her nipples before she notices it and screams and pleads that she gone not be able to give no milk if she ever has to, and I tell her to but it in a store and squeezed them both until I thought they would both pop, but they doesn't. Man, nipples is really tough little things, doctor, that I never really knew that before.
They both panting and holding each other now, Melody's hands around Carly's ass, hugging her and twirling her tongue around her wet, dripping flesh, and Carry's pee comes out a little more in Melody's mouth, and Melody don't like that, so she takes her head away. . Melody's still squirming arund from the coke bottle that's just stuck in her asshole with no one holding it no more. But now she got a chance to squeal like a pig with her head away from Carry's cunt.
Carly still moaning something awful, and she's telling Blondie Number One how sorry she was about not bein' able to control herself, and Blondie Number One believes her.
Well, next on the agenda, figuring that they done enough pussy eating was wrestling. We find out that they don't know who could beat each other in a fight. We want to find out, and we want a good fight, so we inspire them.
"The loser gone get all her hair shaved off, everywhere!"
Then we let them talk to each other a little, and even give them a rest before they fight. , Well, first they just look at each other, knowing that they couldn't deny to each other that they just been in passion from the pussy eating and they probably knew that they would both try it again if they ever got out alive.
Then this look of hopeless defeat comes over Melody's face.
"I can't take any more of this, Carly. I don't care if they kill me. I WANT TO DIE!!" The falls on the floor and curls up in a little ball, her head betwen her knees and begins to shiver.
Well, that took a little sooner than I figured, but that ain't what we really want. We want them helpless and as slaves, but not where they just like a vegetable. We want the fire to still be in them. Carly, seeing Melody's resignation, cuddies up on the floor next to her and holds her and comforts her.
We knew how to deal with that, but not that well. We whipped them a little, but they ignored the lashes that hit them, just cringing and whimpering. So, we got to try something else. They don't resist nothing, so we easily put them on their backs. I begin to give Carly sexual stimulation and Rosita give it to Melody. Soon, they begin to come around again, as the hot wax dripping onto their clits from the candles we held over them just got to give them courage to bear with us a little longer. They both moaning and sighing, little by little, gradually, I mean, that's a better word, huh? Well, they gradually begin to come around as the hot wax is collecting on their clits, and soon they even be trying to close their legs which was being held open by the others. They start rubbing and sighing and they soon in the full heat of passion as the heat makes them fully inspired, causing them to make their cunt juices flow out and they both be rubbing their nipples, and purring and trying to stick their fingers in their cunts. They not even screaming. It wasn't really painful, although there must have been some pain. Shit, I sure as hell wouldn't want no hot candle wax dripping on my cunt, even though I had to get some pretty mean things done to me in order to show I belonged with the Pink Wildcats when I first joined last year.
Well, we figure they ain't gone want to die no more, or if they do, they gone realize we ain't gone make it easy for them.
"You ready to fight yet? You ready to fight yet? You ready to fight yet?" Carmelita kept asking them until they had to beg us to let them fight each other.
We let them recover a little and stand up. I said we wanted a good fight with plenty of action.
"Melody, I mean Blondie Number One, we'll have to do it," Carly said, only saying what we all knew.
"But, Blondie Number One, I don't even know how to fight. Kill me, please, Blondie Number One," Melody begged.
"They won't even let us die peacefully," Carly pleaded.
And we ain't hardly done that much to them yet. We wanted to get a lot more action from them before they shriveled up for keeps. Well, we inspired them so more, letting them know that we could do things a lot worse than death to them.
Well, they circled each other and looked each other up and down their nude battered bodies as Carmelita explained the rules to them. "There are no rules except that you are not allowed to run and got to keep coming at each other. The loser will not only get her hair all shaved off, but she also gone be given a lot of other incentive not to lose!!"
Carmelita stepped back. We was really excited. They just tore at eachother like they got all the energy in the world. First, they did a little holding and pushing, but they both realized that the other girl was really trying to win the fight so then they had to go all out.
Melody grabbed both of Carly's tits and began to twist and yank, forcing Carly to her knees. "Please, please, give up, please, Blondie Number Two," Melody pleaded.
Carly grunted from the pain and shook her head. Melody, who was a little smaller than Carly then yelled out this animal-sounding yell and pulled Carly's tits, making scratches on them to, and Carly was forced to run along the floor on her knees, so her tits wouldn't get pulled off.
She took a few swipes at Melody's legs with her hands, but Melody's adrenaline was really up, and she let Carly have it in the face with her foot. Carly was knocked over and Melody's toe must have been broke she hit Carly so hard. She even had to let go of Carly's tits and grab her toe. Carly, seeing the opportunity, crawled along the floor, real fast, despite the pain she must have been feeling, and grabbed Melody's legs and pulled them out from under her. She then sat on Melody's belly.
They both couldn't fight and any one of us could probably have beaten the two of them easily, but it was still a good show.
Anyway, Carly looks down into the smaller girl's eyes. Even though Melody had almost maimed her, Carly still had enough class left to ask her to give up without no more of her punishment.
"Oh God, I can't," Melody yelled, thinking of what would happen to her if she did. She began to kick her legs up and try to get at Carly and force her off. Carly did wobble over, but she did manage to grab Melody's cunt hairs. They were on their sides now, and Melody also got Carly's cunt hairs. They both went limp, except for the grips they had on each other and were trying to get the best advantage, letting their fingers creep into their cunts.
"Please, Carly, I'll rip you," Melody pleaded with her.
"I'll rip you too, baby doll," Carly told her.
I knew that they were both now trying to make believe that they still loved each other and would try to sweet-talk the other into giving up.
"Please, let go, I'll give up if you do."
"I love you so much, I can't hurt you, honey baby girl, please let go."
"You let go first."
"No, you."
Then they both realized that they were both full of shit. Well, Carly was the first to make the next move. She closed her eyes tight, yelled real loud and pulled on Melody's cunt.
Melody screamed in pain and terror, letting go of her grip on Carly's cunt. A batch of Melody's cunt hairs were in Carly's hands, but Carly quickly pounced on her, pinning her arms down with her knees, and her hands around Melody's throat.
She began to try to strangle Melody, actually trying to kill her. Melody struggled, more like a survival instinct. Finally, seeing that Carly was trying to put her out of her misery and would succeed shortly, we declared Carly the winner and Melody the loser and pulled Carly off her.
We gave them time to recover. They had a half hour to talk among themselves and let us hear what they were saying before we started in on Melody.
INTERVIEW TWO
The easy, almost proud manner in which Ramona related those gross, brutal details made me squirm in my seat. I was glad that she was stripped naked and had no weapons on her. The two matrons also gave me confidence.
Ramona is not a stupid girl. She has an I.Q. that is above normal, and her knowledge of human behavior, in terms of how she knew how to make the two blonde girls want to live is an instinct that many people will never learn.
If only her violent instincts could have been channeled into another direction, a healthy one, and if she had not been placed in such an environment, I am certain that the diminuitive little girl would really have made something out of herself. I was very curious to see how much the two blonde girls were able to endure, and that will follow in the next interview.
Well, it took Melody, Blondie Number One, about five minutes before she was able to talk again, and Carly kept on telling her how sorry she was and put Melody's head on her chest and patted her back and did everything she could to comfort her. Well, Melody sunk her teeth into Carly's tit and we had to apply pressure on Melody's chin in order to get her off. Carly still did not curse her, although Melody yelled every name in the book at Carly. I never realized that them blondies knew all that stuff, but I guess it came out naturally.
Well, We strapped Melody down on a table tieing her up so secure she coulnd't move anything. Her hands were placed behind her and tied at her wrists to metal loops on the table. Her knees were bent and straps were placed around them, spreading them apart and making her pussy wide open for us. Her ankles were tied, also.
We stuck a rubber ball in her mouth and tied a string around her. We put a strap around her belly and connected it to the loop where her ankles were tied. We made her lean back as far as she could and then put a rope around her chest, right over her tits and under her armpits and kept her in that position. She could only move her head back and forth and from side to side, but Carmelita held it and I got the scissors. First we let Melody look at herself in the mirror and we laughed at the expression it made on her face when she saw how helpless and ridiculous she looked. We let her watch as I cut off her hair and then put shaving cream all of her head. Someone else was shaving her pussy hairs, but I just had to stop. I let her stay there with the shaving cream on her head. She was so smooth at her pussy, just like a kid. Tears were dripping down her face as she saw how freaky she was getting. Carly, meanwhile was standing around doing nothing, except watching Melody. Her hands were tied behind her, but that was all. Well, I resumed shaving her, and I also snipped off her two blonde eyebrows. I wanted to cut her eyelashes off, too, but Carmelita said that could be dangerous. I listened to Carmelita.
Well, we rubbed Melody's head with the towel. We all. laughed at the bald girl. You know something, she was still pretty looking. We put a little oil on her head to make it shine. She had a few bumps and dents on her skull and we all had a good laugh about that. I was really feeling tingles in my pussy from looking at her like that. I mean, she was exciting me, and she no longer was wanting to die, either. Carly told her that she was cute, even. Well, as long as we had Melody with her legs spread open, and so helpless, I asked Carmelita if I could stick my fist up her cunt and Carmelita let me.
I bunched my fingers together and slowly shoved them up. Melody was squirming and she was peeing on my hand, but I didn't mind too much. Look, I got a pretty small fist anyway. Once I got inside her up to my wrist, which took less than five minutes, I made the fist. Man, she dug it. That bitch really loved it. I twisted my hand around inside her hot cunt, and oh, man, the passion that girl was giving out was incredible. Even Carly began to lick her lips watching Melody.
Melody wasn't able to yell or nothing, but her eyes were telling the story. She had these blue eyes that were bulging out of her head, and sweat was running all over her body, and she was straining so hard with the bindings, I thought she might break them, but she didn't of course. Her breathing was coming out in big, heavy bursts, her belly moving slowly, but real in and out. Little purring noises seeped out of her mouth, and she began to thrash her head back and forth and blink her eyes real hard. I could feel stuff, her organs inside her, and I opened my fist up and began to wriggle my fingers around and touch her inside her cunt, making her feel even more passion. One of the girls took the strap off her knees and let her close her legs. It got even hotter inside her cunt, and she rubbed her thighs together around my fist which I kept closing and opening. She was kind of big in her cunt too, if you wanna know.
They finally let her take the ball out of her mouth and she only panted and sighed, real loud and lovingly.
She was really digging it, and her bald head didn't bother her no more.
Then they took the straps off the rest of her body, and she didn't care. She rubbed her tits and kneaded them and her nipples, and closed her legs so tight around my hand stuck up her cunt. "Fill me, fill me, mmmmmm, ohhhhhh," she sighed and pleaded.
Carly seemed like she was enjoying what was happening to Melody, so we asked her if she wanted it, too. Well, I guess I was wrong about her enjoying it because she hit her knees so fast and began to beg and plead and promise us everything if we didn't do it.
Well, she really had nothing to bargain with, so we did it to her anyway. Naturally, she learned to like it.
We gave them time to relax after we fist-fucked them. They had a few wounds, but not too bad. They could both last a lot longer, we knew. Well, we kept them there overnight, letting them have all of their movements, but with enemas, of course, and we even gave them some water.
Well, the next day, they were crawling around on their hands and knees, snapping to our every command just like they was born to it.
We brought the other girls over, all fifty of them just to show them what patience and hard work could accomplish. We had them fight each other again, and Carly won again, and Melody really cursed her.
Well, this time, since Melody lost the fight, we stretched her out, tieing her arms together and letting her hang by them from a rope we attached to a metal grating on the ceiling. We spinned her around a little, and then let Carly eat her out. We gave Carly the bottle up her ass when she ate Melody out. Carly had to hold Melody's legs so her arms would stretch too much, and let her feel all of the passion. That was the first time Carly had ever ate pussy and she liked it a whole lot.
Melody was digging it too, moaning and sighing and drooling and letting Carly do everything she wanted with her lips and tongue while she dangled from the ceiling.
Well, by the third day, they were both raving nymphomaniacs. All they wanted was to feel passion. We were getting a little tired of them, however, running out of things to do, and watching them beg us for everything and trying to get little rewards such as cookies, for obeying us so quickly. We shaved Carly all over, too, and we stuffed bottles up their holes at the same time and tied strings around their nipples and then scraped them with sandpapaer. We did that to them both at the same time. At first we were getting them off, but then we had a lot of thrills trying to see who could make them scream the loudest.
Well, that was when the cops came, and they was so freaked out by what was happening that a lot of us got away. I guess I was one of the unlucky ones.
CONCLUSION
Well, Ramona has been placed in a mental hospital, and is undergoing a battery of testing. Unfortunately, a lobotomy is the only cure for her.
The two girls that were tortured went into heavy shock, due to the anguish they realized they helped to bring to each other. They knew that they were both at the bottom of the barrel, and were grasping for straws, doing anything they could to survive. They were completely stripped of their identities by Ramona and the others, and still refer to each other as Blondie Number One and Two, although Carly now has a very short brown hairstyle. Melody, too, does look pretty in her short hair, and I am sure they will recover after intensive therapy.
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT: Tallie AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
At the age of fifteen, Tallie was already a very experienced young women. In terms of sex, there were very few things this tall, pretty black girl had not done.
However, in her search for new avenues of sexual exploration and new ways to receive sexual pleasure, Tallie went a little bit to far. In order to escape from the depressing doldrums that permeate her slum environment, Tallie sought comfort from a dog. What follows is Tallie's verbatim account taken from our taped interview of what she did with the dog.
Jojo been my own pet for some five year now. Jojo, he be a mutt, part Sheperd and part Labrador and weigh near a hundred pounds. He got long black and brown fur on him. Anyway, I hadn't got my pussy plugged for two day and I be needing to be filled in my pussy pretty bad then. So I went to my school that day, but that didn't do no good 'cause of there was no boys that was around when I needed them, and the teachers, they pick that day to check out the bathrooms all day long to make sure that no one be shooting up or getting into some pussy. So, school was a waste and I skipped the last few classes when it become sure that I ain't gone get my pussy filled there.
I just be laying on my bed, listening to some music. Two of my little brothers and sisters is playing with Jojo and they make him come to bother me.
Harold, who be eight, don't really give me much fun cause he just too young, and Hallie, well, she only be six and all she can do stuff with is with her tongue which ain't much. I only play around with them when I be needing it real bad and there just ain't nothing else around. I got my panties on when they come to bother me and my hand is inside them fingering my pussy. I playing with my jugs too.
"Damn! Can't I rest in peace!!" I yells at them and get up and pinch Hallie on her little ass real hard. She just run around the house always with nothing on. Well, she cry cause of that, and then Harold start to teasing her and the dog begin to bark, and there more of a ruckus than before. Well, Jojo come near me by the bed and he jump on it, trying to get away from Hallie who be pulling his tail and making him yelp. Well, I still playing with my nipples, and Jojo, maybe he think that it be food or something.
Well, I got a lot of sweat on my body cause of the energy I was making from my own self-passion. He, Jojo, I mean, start to sniff around on my nipples, and then finally take a little lick.
Man, I like that. It be better than my fingers to play with my nipples. I try to get him to do it again, but I guess he realize that the oily look on me ain't really food or nothing, like real oil. So he don't lick me again. Well, I want to see if Jojo's tongue got a nice touch if he eat my pussy, so I pull down the front of my panties and point right at my pussy slit. Well, Harold and Hallie, they start to make fun of me, so I throw them out, telling them to go steal three cans of sardines from the store, intending to use the oil.
Meanwhile, I'm there alone with Jojo. Well, I take my panties off all the way now. I really don't care if Harold and Hallie see me like that, but my mother, who also Hallie's mother, she sometime get mad if I walk around the house without my panties on, and she make the kids tell on me. Well, I figure that if I let them watch me get my whole body licked by Jojo, then they won't tell. I could threaten them too, but I really don't like to do that. Anyways, Jojo, he only take one little lick on my pussy, and then stop, but I knew from just that one little lick that I gone really be having fun when he do it with the sardine oil all over me.
Jojo really like sardine. I like them too. I guess they be my favorite food. Anyhow, I get Jojo to lay on his back, you know, and I begin to rub his chest. Man, Jojo be so calm and mellow when he like that. He kick his back leg like he don't even know he doing it when I rub him in the right spot. Then his cock come out. A dog's cock don't look much like a real cock, but I guess for a dog, he don't know that, and it do make him feel good, too. It be pink, real bright pink, maybe something like white people's cock, huh? I never make it with a white guy before, doctor. They got pink cocks like dogs?
Oh, anyway, I begin to touch his cock, and he seem to like it. It ain't that big, maybe four or five inches, but I guess he don't know that either, and he just like to have it touched by a female, just like anyone else do.
He almost purring like a pussy cat when I begin to stroke on his cock, making these groaning noises, little harmless growls. Jojo can be real mean and ferocious when he got to like when someone try to rob us and that why he there, but now, man, he just like a gentle dog and not a watch dog that he trained for. We know how to treat him and when he not growling mad, Jojo be a nice harmless dog.
I squeezed his Johnson in my fist, and he look at me like he angry at first. He usually not like to have his balls and rod played with, 'specially by other dogs, but I caress his neck and say nice things to him, and he realize I ain't gone do him no harm. I squeeze his rod again, and he don't resist no more. I move my wrist up and down like I'm jerking him off just to see what happen, if it shoot out of his cock like people. Well, only this funny looking little yellow drop of come out of it.
Well, the young kids get back from the store just as I'm jerking him off.
"Hey, you want watch Jojo lick me?"
"You gone let him lick your pussy, Tallie?" Harold ask me and Hallie be giggling. She really a cute little thing, Hallie.
"Yeah, I gone put the sardine oil all over me, even in my pussy, but you got to promise not to tell!"
They both promised if they could put the oil on me so I let them. Jojo was really drooling now, seeing his favorite food and the oil he love so much.
We ordered him to sit and wait. Them hands of Harold and Hallie pawing all over me feel real good, too, and they both feeling me up all over, playing with my pretty ass and putting oil in my crack, even. Man, I feel like I'm so bad, having two people treat me like I was a princess or something like I seen Cleopatra or other white women in them movies with Hercules.
I turn over and then let them put it all over me, on my legs and on my tits, and even little Hallie be playing with my jugs, using one of her little fingers to dab my nipples and make them look so shiny black and they get bigger too. She take off all her clothes again, but I tell her that it won't do her much good to get licked cause she too young. Sheet, she ain't even got one hair yet and her chest look just like Harold's.
Me, I got a big mutherfucking forest, a lot of curly black hairs and they playing with the hairs over my cunt, getting them all oily and soon my whole body was shining.
I just had to get up and look at myself. Man, I looked like I was a statue, and I made poses for the kids and they be telling me how pretty I is and feeling me. Man, I do got great long legs, too, not too big and not too skinny, neither. They feeling my legs with their hands, but I can tell that Jojo getting kind of anxious, so I go lay down on the bed again, on my front.
"All right, Jojo, all right," I tell him, and he run over. But first, I let him have all the sardines just to give him a taste of what to come. Then he gulp that down real quick and he jump on the bed again.
He start on my legs first, just licking and licking like there no tomorrow. He let his tongue all the way out of his mouth and he's panting while he licking me. Man, I never seen a tongue so long. Well, I feel his hot caresses on my legs, and I knew that when he get to the real good parts, it gone be a lot better. I bend my legs up so he can get all around them. I feel like I'm some glamorous movie star the way I bent my legs like that. He finish with my calves and then he start in on the back of my thighs.
Harold and Hallie, they be watching real close and encouraging Jojo.
"Good boy, good dog, Jojo," they saying.
"Man, Jojo getting a real treat today," I say and joke with a laugh.
My big black thighs is really tingling from that and the bend of the back of my knee also feel real nice. I make him do one leg at a time, and then I let him go to my ass, and he press his tongue down real hard, thinking that my big cheeks sticking up at him be a lot more to lick, and he making them shake and the kids begin to laugh at my buns shaking from the dog's tongue. He also put his nose on me and he so healthy cause his nose so cold. That really give me more pleasure, too. He wedge his nose in the crack, because Harold and Hallie made sure to get the oil in there. I even felt Hallie's little fingers touching my asshole, so I knew that gone be fun to get licked, too.
Well, Jojo keep spreading my buns apart with his snout, just wedging it right in there, and soon I feel it on the rim of my asshole, which be really sensitive to me, too. I like getting fucked in my asshole just as much as in my pussy. I'm feeling these tingling vibrations around there, and his hot tongue is making little trails all around my ass, and he even try to get in deeper and deeper into my asshole. I clench my cheeks together and catch his tongue in there it was in so deep. He pull, and I pull, and the kids really enjoying seeing Jojo's tongue stuck in my asshole. I'm enjoying it even more, though, than them, cause of the passion his tongue be giving to me. Well, I finally let up and he get his tongue out. He look at me with his head tilted. I'm not sure if he know that he giving me all that pleasure, but he get to work again, getting all the oil off over my ass, on the small of my back and then on my back and I'm just laying there so calm and sighing.
He get at my shoulders and lick them and I put my hands under me and squeezed myself around my ribs, I'm feeling so good, knowing that once I turn over it gone be a lot better. Having Jojo lick off my back was more relaxing than sexy, but it sexy too. I took that time to stretch out and make all my muscles stretch when he licked my back. I was turning on Hallie and Harold by doing that, too.
Then I rolled over. He started at my neck. They didn't put no oil on my face cause I wasn't up to kissing Jojo's tongue.
I lifted my head up and there was this great big smile on my face as he licked my neck all over. I'm really sensitive there, too, and I felt all these tingling vibrations, and it made my pussy so anxious to get him down there. He got to my collarbone next, and my whole chest just above my jugs. They was not sticking out so much cause of the way I was stretched out on my back, but I know that he didn't know the difference between my back and my tits. All I was was some hot body with sardine oil all over her. He likes me too, 'cause I alway treat him so nice, so I'm sure he knew it was me that he was doing it too. Also, dogs got great sense of smell, so he knew it was me from my smell.
Anyway, the first brush of his tongue across my nipple was really exciting, too. He licked all around my tits, getting in between them, my cleavage, which wasn't much because of the way I was laying, and it tickled some too, when he got to my sides. He was straddling me then, but he was still standing, and not squatting on me, even though Harold told him to sit. I yelled at Harold cause I didn't want Jojo to get his cock on my pussy. Well, it did give me an idea, though, but I didn't want to do that in front of the children.
Anyways, his tongue was swishing along my jugs, making them bounce a little from the force of his tongue and he stuck his nose under my tits and licked there, making me feel all filled with passion.
"Ooooow, ohhhhh," I was sighing softly.
He licked my nipples a few more time, almost as if he knew it was making me feel good. There wasn't much more oil on them, but they was big, black and hot.
I felt paroxysms of oscillating ebullition coursing all through my body.
I was tingling all over me when he began to lick my belly, and then my abdomen. I'm nice and flat, not yet getting fat like my mother. I still am pretty lean and my curves made it a little harder for him to get at, but not much. He even licked me in my belly button. I soothed my hands all over my body, feeling my own nipples while he was licking my belly, getting closer and closer every second.
Then he got to my pubic hairs, and ohhhhh, was that nice. I was so warmed up for it, everything Jojo did just made it even more better, like it was multiplying the passion he was giving me. He really didn't pay too much attention to my big, fluffy bush of black hairs. But then, he began to get at the insides of my thighs, making them tingle and I held the back of his neck and caressed him while he did that, and I grabbed him because if was so nice.
"Ahhhhh, ohhhhh, yessssss, nice Jojo," I be moaning all the while he was doing it. I spread my hairs apart and pushed them out of the way, cause I knew he don't like putting hairs on his tongue. Neither do I, when I'm licking someone or giving a blowjob. I don't mind touching the hairs with my fingers, though, and playing with them like that, but Jojo couldn't do that to me 'cause of he's a dog.
Well, he was making me squeal, and my pussy juices was flowing right out of me, getting mixed with the sardine oil. He kept licking around my thighs and I was gouging him all around.
"Make him lick your pussy, Tallie," Harold yelled.
"Sheet, he will, man. Give him time," I says back to him. "Horny little mutherfucker," I adds, cause he playing with his little cock. Hallie is standing there, looking real interested, giggling and biting her fingers. She still sucks her thumb, even, and she sucking on that, too while she watching me. I know they both don't know how good it making me feel, but that's all right, too.
Jojo finally gets to my pussy. I take me hands from his head and spread it for him, first letting him lick my pussy lips when they's closed. He wanted to get at it so bad, he even had to lick some a my hairs to do it. There was oil all the way deep in my hole, and the oil itself was making me feel nice. Then he started to eat my wide open beaver, making me just move like I was a little tiger or something like that. I mean, I was squirming and bouncing on the bed, making the springs creak, but I was still spreading my cunt wide open for him. He had to go after me, too, to get at my cunt, 'cause a the way I's moving, but he found it and licked and licked, sticking his nose right in there and really spreading me. I was so wet and gooey in there from the oil and my own oil that my pussy makes.
Jojo was digging it, too, and he knew that there was other stuff there 'sides the sardine oil, and I guess he liked it cause his ears were really perking and he was panting and his tongue was really hanging out.
His tongue ain't rough like a cat's is, but smooth and it felt so hot when he was licking me. It was better than any people who ever ate my pussy.
I was having orgasms left and right, like crazy from the way he was licking, and the feel of his tongue sliding over my clit was really great. It made me feel like I wasn't in that room with the plaster falling down from the ceiling all the time and kids alway running around and alway the fear that someone gone try rip you off in your own home. No, I felt like I be in heaven, with green, green grass and trees all around, and a big white house with a swimming pool, and a whole bunch of white people feeding me grapes, hired just for that, and then that passed and I begin to feel like I be in hell, but I really don't mind hell then, either, cause it's real nice and hot, and I see all these nice colors like red, and pink and purple and they spinning around and just flashing and changing into other colors right after.
Wow, what that something else when he licking my pussy. My clit was really burning and giving me this great passion. I could hardly move anymore and I couldn't even thrash around like I was. I let my fingers slide off from my pussy 'cause I was so exhausted, but he kept on licking me there anyway. I couldn't hardly see Hallie and Harold, or hear them, I was so romantic with sex.
I usually don't like to get my clit touched and squeezed, cause it get too tender and sometime irritate me, but the way Jojo was doing it, he could flick my clit all day long and I still be loving it when the sun go down.
Finally, he finish up, after getting his tongue all the way into the hole in my pussy.
All I could do was lay back and not move, just soak up and continue to feel the passion it gave me.
INTERVIEW TWO
Tallie's report is really incredible. To a lot of people, it may seem almost unreal, how she could live like that. The way she told of going to school just to see if she could get fucked, and the manner in which she said a number of things that appear to be shocking is shocking in itself. The calmness about her and the fact that she doesn't realize that it's considered taboo to play with her younger brother and sister are remarkable.
The second of our interviews, wherein Tallie describes how she and Jojo got it on follows.
The next day, when only the baby was home cause all the other kids was in school, I was alone with Jojo.
I got my clothes off, all of them, and cuddled up next to him on the floor, just leaning on him, and feeling his furry hot body next to mine. I let my jugs rub against him and then I straddled him, like he was a horse. I couldn't ride on him, cause I'm too heavy, and he don't take to it. I kept the palms of my feet flat on the floor, but I really dug the feeling of spreading my legs out over him.
Jojo got on his belly, though, not liking no one to sit on him. Well, I turns him over and begins to scratch his chest and his belly, making him kick his back feel again like he don't know he doing it.
I wait 'til his cock come out of his fur, where he keep it, and then I squeeze it and rub it up and down for him, and he like that.
I make him chase me over the bed, holding some dog bisquits. He jump up for it and I squeeze his cock when he do that, and then I give him the dog cookie. They really ain't bad cookie, cause when there just ain't nothing left around the house and I get the hungries from getting stoned on grass, I eats them, too.
He go near the crib where the baby sleep and all the other baby before him sleep. Jojo, though don't bother the baby. Ever since we hear about that girl that got her baby eaten by her hungry dog, well, we make sure that Jojo never be real hungry. But Jojo don't even care about my little step-brother in that crib that I got to change and give food to when mama ain't home. All he interested in be the crib, Jojo, I mean, not the baby, who name be Wilson. All Jojo want to do is hump himself on the leg of the crib.
Well, Wilson begin to cry because of the rocking Jojo doing to his crib.
I know Jojo only humping himself cause of the way I played with his cock. Well, I got to get the baby to keep quiet, so I pick him out a his crib and hold him in my arms and pat his back. He only two month old, Wilson, and he soon stop crying. I get this idea to let him try to suck my nipple like he do with mama, and I put my breasts near his mouth and stuff my nipple in. He start to cry again, though, and don't suck on my nipple for long, just a few sucks. I liked it, though, and he made me wet, taking his little mouth and drawing in on my tit. But then he stop and begin to cry again. I guess it because I ain' got no milk in my tit like mama. Man, mama's jugs is so big, mainly from the milk in them, but they big, anyway.
She getting real fat, and her jugs is really moving close to her belly.
I don't want that to happen to me, so I alway be careful to make sure I don't get no babies.
My jugs still stand out straight, and I know that they ain't gone sag and droop for a lotta years.
Anyway, I got to yell at Jojo who still be humping the crib and that make Wilson cry even louder. Well, I get Jojo to jump up on me, and he start to hump one a my legs. I don't mind, cause I had something like that in mind for us, anyways, you know.
Well, Wilson stops crying and I put him back in the crib he he still don't cry, so now I'm ready to get it together with Jojo.
I pry his paws apart and make him get down, and I turn around and bend over. I make my buns spread open wide, and then I slap them, letting Jojo know that he could hump me there. He jump up on me while I'm bending over, and he puts his paws around my belly. That feel real good and nice. He even squeezing me since Jojo be a big, strong dog. He start humping up and down on me, and I can feel the wet at the end of his cock touching my cheeks. The fat that Jojo be getting off on it also excite me. I like to see people getting off, and dogs, too, now, I guess.
Well, I reach around and grab his cock, and stick my ass back, making him put it in my asshole. Well, he do, and he know that it the place where he can fuck.
Already I'm feeling these tingling, sexy vibrations in me, and my little asshole be puckering with his cock in it. He still humping up and down, but only now his cock, it be inside my asshole. I'm feeling myself opening up and the funny kind of feeling you get when you get dicked up the ass is there just like he a regualr guy. I move my ass out to him and I put the same rhythm on my movements as his humping movements. I can hear and feel him panting, and-know his tongue be hanging out real long.
I start panting too, at first doing it just 'cause he was, and I try to make my pants come in quick little spurts like him, but soon I'm doing it in my own way, and for real, too.
Man, Jojo is knowing what he doing, too. It be just like a regular fuck for him, and I know that he ain't had no female dog pussy in a long time. But I think he don't care too much whose hole he sticking it up, just like people. You know, a hole is a hole and that's that. But Jojo still know it me cause of the way I smell, and he have to keep smelling my odor that only a dog could smell. I really don't smell that bad to people, either, but then, most of the people around here do smell, and that probably cause it be hard to get the shower when it's hot, waiting for everyone else to use all the hot water up.
Man, I hates to take cold showers.
Anyhow, Jojo be humping my asshole, and I be grinding back with him, and we really getting down. I mean, I'm feeling just, well it be different than when a guy do it, or a chick do it with a dildo, but Jojo still good in his own way. I don't want to compare all of them, but I got my own pleasures to get from each.
I was tingling in my pussy and as I was bending over, I also began to finger my pussy, moving two fingers in and out, just to take some of the pressure away from Jojo. Man, was I feeling good. His cock was twitching like a machine inside my asshole and it was so smooth in there, just a skinny pink, wet rod moving in and out a my asshole.
Woooo, was that nice, man, feeling all of that hot, passion shooting all through my body, and my tits was feeling it too, in my nipples which was big and hard and a lot darker. You know, black girls nipples is only a light brown color usually, but when we get hot, man, they get almost black, real dark brown, not pink like I seen on pictures of white girls. My pussy is pink inside though, and so is my tongue, just like white girls, so I guess there's some things that's that same and some that be different. I guess I would like to make it with a white girl or a white guy, but there just ain' none around here, so I really don't bother with it.
Anyways, My jugs is just hanging down as I be bent over and my cheeks is spread wide open now without me using my hands to do it. Jojo be making these low, moaning and groaning noises, too, like he really fucking, and he is really fucking, too, actually, cause I feel like I is, even though he be a dog. Man, I made it with a mutherfucking dog, man! That still be hard to believe, but I did do it. Jojo a good dog anyway, and he can't tell no one. I know he done be expecting more, but I don't know if I should give it to him. That's why I'm here, I guess.
Well, soon, he making his rhythm change a little, not as smooth, and his moans is getting louder and louder, waking up Wilson, and making him cry. But I can't bother with the baby now. I'm too involved with my passion, and I figure that Jojo gonna come in me soon, and I'm wondering what it gone be like to have a dog come in me.
Well, he finally do come in me and I feel like I gone fall over, I filled with so much passion from it. My pussy is dripping all over and my voice is screaming out in passionate moans, too. His hot, gooey yellow come came in my asshole in just a few quick spurts, but they really were rocketed in, not like a man's, but a lot more force behind it, almost like it was shooting from a pellet gun, it was so hard and went in so deep, I'm sure. I had to brace myself against the wall so I wouldn't fall over. Man, I was just thrilled and excited beyond belief. I never expected it to be that good. Wow!
CONCLUSION
What happened to Tallie is not an isolated incident. Many of the young people, decent people at heart, like Tallie, have found themselves in similar circumstances, but of course, it is rarely reported to the proper authorities.
The conditions and elements in the ghetto make it a lot easier for young people to have sex there. There is plenty of sex going around and most of it is free. Of course, you can throw some little girl a quarter, or a dollar, but that really isn't much.
What Tallie will have to go through now because of how she and the dog fucked, will be a number of psychological counseling sessions, but they ususally do not do too much good, so I wouldn't doubt that Tallie will be back fucking Jojo again, unless she realizes herself why she isn't supposed to fuck dogs. They way that her younger brothers and sister are forced to live in such cramped quarters, probably means that they will be just like Tallie when they get a little older.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject: Anna Marie S. Age: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Anna Marie was a tiny girl but extremely well developed for her age. She seemed to be an adult woman in her demeanor and her development, both physical and emotional. She did not seem at all afraid or suspicious of the visit to my office nor, in fact, of me. She stared at me with large, cat-like eyes that appeared for a moment, quite hypnotic. I had to pull my eyes from her gaze and forced myself to look away. I could see the patient smile as though she had already won a great battle. I encouraged her to talk freely but I attempted to look to the right or the left of her hypnotic gaze as she did so.
They call me Princess Pussy, and that's how I write my name on the subway trains. I never go to the yards at night, that's for silly boys who need to prove their masculinity. I do my artwork on the trains during the daytime and I rarely have any trouble. The only reason I was arrested this time was because there was a new conductor on the train.
He didn't know that I have an arrangement with the trainmen and the security guards ... I'm sure he found out. They probably beat him up for getting me into trouble. They are very protective of their Princess, you see.
I plan to go down to the trains this evening and let my subjects know that I am free again.
I expect there will be quite a party when they find out.
(The patient smiled in an evasive and feline manner. For a minute, I almost thought I heard her purr, a sort of sound that indicated her pleasure with herself.)
You see, the fact of the matter is Doctor, I am a true artist and the subway men recognize that. I began my career many, many years ago when I was just eleven but already a woman physically. My breasts developed very early and I had a full complement of pubic hair before I was even twelve years old.
(She smiled again and tucked her feet under her, stroking her arms and legs with long-fingered, and very adult-looking hands.)
When I was age eleven, I decided to try my hand at subway artwork and sneaked down the fire escape from my parents' apartment and into the train station.
I was extremely new at the art then and I was still working with water soluble magic markers.
Oh, the days of innocence!
One of the conductors saw me as the train was underway and he came to the back of the train to stop me. The car was quite empty and he expected no trouble, I'm sure. After all, I was only a little girl, hhhhhmmmmmm?
I smiled and stared straight into his eyes as he approached me. Men seem to respond to my smile, always.
(She gave me a very big smile and I had to look away from her glaring eyes.)
I told the conductor that I was royalty and that he should kneel before me. He kind of laughed but as I continued to stare at him, he did, in fact, get on his knees and he pulled me to him.
He told me that he had a little girl just about my age and he would like to do to me what he had always wanted to do to his own little girl.
I told that I might let him do so if he would recognize my royalty.
He said that he would possibly consider me a Princess, if that would please me and he would worship me as a commoner should worship a Princess.
That's just what I wanted.
(I was flabbergasted by the patient's total inability to recognize reality. She was, most definitely behaving like true royalty. She looked at me in such a way as though I were fortunate to be in her presence. )
He asked me to take off my clothes and let him see how beautiful I was.
I did so.
I was eagerly anxious to show my perfect body to him. As I lay my clothes on the subway seat, I rubbed my full breasts until the nipples were standing out straight, since I think my tits look better that way, anyway.
The conductor got a wild look in his eyes and asked permission to put his mouth on my erect nipples. I granted him permission to do so and he licked and sucked my tits until I felt the wetness running between my thighs.
The conductor told me that I had the world's most beautiful pussy.
Of course I agreed with him.
He said I should be known as Princess Pussy that time forward and that he would tell all the other conductors abut me, too.
For that, I let him put his mouth on my fuzzy pussy and push his hot tongue into my wet slit.
The conductor asked me if I would stand up on the seat and let him suck me. He told me that it would feel very good.
I stood up on the seat and balanced myself on the speeding train, my legs firmly apart. It was nice, looking down on him, I knew how important I was. I knew that he was my servant.
He licked my cunt hungrily and begged me to let him put his throbbing prick inside it. I asked him to show me the prick, first.
He pulled the purple head of his prick from his pants.
I granted him the right to place it in my pussy. But when he took his cock all the way out of his pants, I saw that it was an enormous rod and I feared it would split my pussy right in two!
He told me that he would only put it in a little bit, so I told him to go ahead.
He put just the head of it against my royal virgin cunt and he held me around the hips and tried to push it in. But it wouldn't enter my royal cunt, no matter how hard he pushed. I told him that his prick was obviously not good enough for my cunt and that he should continue sucking me.
The conductor was terribly disappointed but it was clear to him that he could not push his prick up my cunt unless he caused me terrible pain and he didn't want to do that.
He anxiously probed my cunt with his tongue again and sucked on my stiff little clit while he masturbated his own cock until it spurted in a puddle at my feet.
I told him to hold onto the straps of the subway bar, one with each hand. He did so, immediately, a puzzled look in his eyes.
I climbed onto his shoulders, my sweet, honied snatch just as his chin. I held onto the bar for support as my conductor continued to suck and lick my oozing cunt. I felt so free as I swung on his shoulders, the train car leaping and thrashing about the track, my conductor holding onto the straps tightly and violently sucking my cunt at the same time.
I could feel my big tits bouncing free in the cool night air and swaying with the movement of the train. I could see my conductor. At last I felt myself rising, rising, rising even higher than my position above the conductor. "You are my servant," I told him as he avidly sucked my cunt, "You are my servant and you will do what you are told!"
He nodded eagerly as my aching cunt convulsed and poured its sweet fluids down his hungry mouth.
We were in the station, then, and the train came to a halt. The conductor held the train in place until I got my clothes on and he promised me that if I would come down to the station every evening, he would promise me that he would provide many servants to take care of me and call me their Princess.
Naturally, the next night I sneaked out again, anxious to find my friend, the conductor, and to meet my subjects, the people I would rule.
The next night my conductor had two friends with him, another conductor and a security guard. They assured me that they would allow me to paint Princess Pussy, my signature, on the train and they would not tell a soul, if I would only let them worship me that evening.
I took off my clothes and watched the gleam in their eyes as they each removed their stick pricks from their pants in anticipation. I let the new conductor suck one of my big, stiff nipples and the other I gave to the security guard. I took their big prongs in my hands and moved my fists up and down, feeling the hardness and the heat coming from their cocks.
The old conductor, my friend from the night before, again tried to push his prick into my cunt. This time, he succeeded in getting the head of his throbbing cock inside me. He continued to push but I cried out in pain. He stopped pushing, immediately, and left the head of his cock in the tiny entrance to my cunt and, putting his big fist around the shaft of his throbbing purple cock, he jerked himself off until he shot his bubbling sperm up into my virgin cunt.
I ordered him then to eat my cunt until I poured my fluids down his face and he eagerly pushed his mouth into my pussy. I then took one of the cocks that I held in my hands and I sucked on the end of it. It was much too big to go down my little throat and the security guard did not even try to push it but he just enjoyed my licking the end of it and keeping my fist moving quickly on its shaft until the cock erupted into my mouth and I greedily drank his sperm.
The other conductor was hoping to hold off his ejaculation until I sucked his prick, too, but he couldn't hold it back any longer and he shot his sperm across my bare tits.
I told him to lick it up and he eagerly did so, sucking and pulling on my titties as he did so.
The new conductor and the security guard sat back on the bench, exhausted, as they watched the old conductor continue to lick and suck my pussy until my nipples reached toward the ceiling and I had to rub them myself as I spilled my hot, young juices into the conductor's waiting, hungry mouth.
They all said if I would come back the next night, they would have more subjects for me. I would be the Princess of the transportation department, they said.
They were waiting when I came the next night. There were several toll collectors too and several other conductors and security guards. I don't know their names because royalty is much too busy to know the names of her subjects.
Each one of them took a turn at sucking on my big, full breasts and licking my young, swollen cunt. My old conductor tried again to push his stiff cock up my cunt and this time, got it half way in and started to make a fucking motion, shouting deliriously. "I'm in her, I'm fucking the Princess!"
The rest of the crowd cheered as he pushed it further and further up me. My hot cunt was aching for it. I ordered him to shove it in me up to his balls and he did, pounding his huge piece of meat in and out of me until he shot a burning load of semen into me.
Afterwards, his prick wilted and his balls shriveled, he knelt before me and kissed my pussy hair again and again and thanked me for allowing him to fuck my royal cunt.
One by one, the others all begged me to allow them to fuck it, too. I told them that I did not believe in favoritism and that I would see that they each had a turn.
They -lined up, stiff pricks in hand, to take their turns and one by one they fucked my steaming cunt until they had ejaculated into it. And one by one, they kissed my pussy hair afterwards and thanked me for allowing them to put their hard pricks up my cunt.
Then, I ordered them to make me come, too, and they were anxious to do so. One of them offered me his balls to suck on, two more gave me their stiff pricks to masturbate. One security guard knelt at my backside and probed my tiny asshole with his hot tongue as another conductor squatted below my cunt and fucked my hot hole with his fingers as he licked my stiff clit with his hungry tongue.
I ordered the men whose cocks I was jerking off, to suck my tits, and with the hot tongues in my cunt and asshole, the hot mouths on my tits and clit, the huge pricks in my hands and the hard balls in my mouth, I rose to a climax, a pinnacle of pleasure worthy only of a Princess.
Afterwards, the men stopped the train on the tracks long enough for me to paint Princess Pussy in my best and fanciest script on the side of the car.
I promised them I would come to visit them every night and they promised to be loyal.
I was extremely concerned about the condition of this particular patient, who seemed to me to be unable to differentiate reality from her fantasy.
INTERVIEW TWO
The Princess, as she insisted on being called, was right on time for her appointment and was as haughty as ever. I was amazed at the maturity in her demeanor and at her fully developed body. She was an unusual fourteen year old, for sure. I urged her to sit down and continue her story, being careful not to be caught by her cat-like hypnotic gaze.
She curled into a feline position on my leather chair and stroked her body as she talked.
I went down last night to see my subjects. I was right, of course, they were furious that the new employee had reported me and had caused their beloved princess to go to jail! They swore to me that it would never happen again and promised to make it up to me that very night!
They stopped the train in the middle of a run. The track was quite dark and the fluorescent lights in the train sputtered on and off as they all took off their clothes and so did I.
I ordered each one of them, in turn, to kneel in front of me and lick my cunt. They did so, eagerly, their thick pricks growing and standing rigidly erect.
When I was hot and ready, I ordered each of them to fuck themselves in my hot, sticky cunt until they came. One by one, they pushed their red-hot prongs into me and fucked themselves until they shot their boiling gism up my hungry cunt.
I was aching to come myself but I made myself hold back. I wanted each of my subjects to come, first.
I let each of them suck my tits and, those who wanted to, parted my plump young buttocks and tongue-fucked my tiny asshole.
At last, they said they wanted to teach me new and exciting ways of doing it. It was the least they could do, they said, for all the trouble I had gone through.
One conductor put his rigid cock between my breasts and held them together with his big hands, thumbing my erect nipples with his thumb as he fucked himself between my breasts. I waited until I could see that he was about to shoot his fluids and I grasped the head of his cock with my mouth and drove my little fingers up his asshole while he spurted his sticky fluid into my mouth.
Another conductor asked me to hold his thick prong with my feet and he jerked himself off held tightly in the arches of my feet.
One of the security guards told me to sit on his lap and as I did so, he pointed his hot rod at the little entrance to my ass. He pulled me down, causing me to cry out in pain. He apologized for the pain, his cock filling my insides, and promised it would feel very good soon.
He got up, holding me against him, his cock still up my tiny ass, and asked me to kneel on all fours on the subway floor under him. I did so and he began to pump his magnificent pecker in and out my asshole while he rubbed my stiff pink clit with one hand and tittillated my erect nipples with the other. His hand was so broad that he could hold both my full breasts in one hand and rub both nipples at once. His rod slamming in and out my asshole, his hand jerking off my rampant clit and his other hand rubbing my aching tits, I came immediately and flooded his hand with my fluids as he shot off inside my ass.
Then, one of the conductors asked me to stand up and allow his rock-hard cock to enter my cunt from the front as one of the security shoved his stiff prick up my back hole. The bun-holer rubbed my clit as he fucked my ass and the cunt-fucker squeezed my breasts and pulled my stiff nipples.
Another conductor, who stood on the seat beside us, pushed his stiff pecker into my mouth and urged me to open up my throat and let his whole rod slide inside my mouth.
I let the cock push deep inside my mouth and then the conductor held my head and fucked his prick into my throat.
Three cocks came inside me, my throat, my cunt and my ass were overflowing with the boiling semen and my own cunt exploded as the security guard continued to rub my clit furiously.
My parents, of course, don't even know that I go o ut at night and are extremely pleased that I don't have an interest in dating or going out at night with local boys. They, like I, think local boys are little animals and certainly not worthy of a Princess like myself.
I hope that you're satisfied, Doctor, and will allow me the freedom to continue my royal life without interruption by such ignorant people as the police.
In fact, Doctor, if you'd like to take a late ride on a subway, I may be able to include you among my subjects.
My subjects love me.
I urged them to learn new things to entertain me, to find new ways to bring pleasure to their Princess and their eyes gleamed and they winked at one another in excitement as they promised me that they would do so.
So, you see, Doctor, my arrest was a terrible mistake and certainly my being in this common office is another mistake. I don't belong here and have no intention of returning.
I explained to the patient that it was a condition of her parole that she report to me and that, if she did not, it would be necessary for me to report that fact to the authorities and have her arrested again and probably she would be detained at a home or correctional institution until the authorities were satisfied that she had paid for her mistakes and was able to live within the confines of the rules of our society.
The Princess became terribly agitated and made a number of senseless threats, continually calling me once of her subjects. I reiterated to her that I was not a subject and that, in fact, she was not a Princess. She stormed about the office, furiously, and only when I promised her that I would not alert the authorities, did she agree to see me again the next day.
CONCLUSION
The little Princess did not come back to my office the next day ... or the next. I did, in fact, feel it necessary to report her to the Authorities who found that she had not been seen at home or school for over a week.
Her parents have been terribly frightened about their daughter's disappearance and the police have searched all the obvious places.
However, every time I go down into the subway and see her childish elaborately colored scrawl, Princess Pussy, I cannot help but believe that she is alive and well-and happy-and living somewhere in the miles of tunnels that undercut this city, taken care of, her every whim satisfied by her subjects, the subwaymen and women.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Marva AGE: Nine
INTERVIEW ONE
Marva is a pre-pubescent little girl of nine. She too, lives in the black ghetto. Her introduction to sex came when her mother brought one of Marva's many uncles home. They live in a two room apartment, Marva, her mother and Marva's three other sisters, two of whom are younger, and the other, Ursula, is her twin.
Through a crack in the door, Marva and Ursula were able to watch the whole fuck scene between their mother and their "uncle" unobserved by the two adults. As described in Marva's own words, her lack of knowledge about sex is apparent, but she does learn that there must be something wonderful about sex. Wonderful enough to make her want to try it.
Me and Ursula was in our room laying in our bed. It was summer so we didn't need no clothes or blankets. Uncle Leroy and mama was in the kitchen, which is also the room she sleeps in. She closed out door and told us not to come out. The bathroom is in our room. There's another bed in our room, and that's where four year old Donna sleeps with three year old Darlene. The baby, two year old Rodney sleeps in one of the dresser draws that be open and got a blanket for him to sleep on and cover himself with.
I look at Ursula. "You sleeping?" I ask her.
"No, it too hot," she say.
We both look exactly alike, you know cause of we're twin sisters. "You think that Uncle Leroy really mama's brother?" I ask her.
"No, I figure he be papa's brother. Maybe papa be coming back soon."
I could see that she was only saying that to try to be happy, but she know he ain' never gone come back, or he be Old when he do. He in prison for a long, long time. He rob this liquor store and have to really hurt the owner of it. We didn't even get to keep the money papa got cause the police took it away from us when they searched our house and threw everything all over the place until mama gave it to them when they began to threaten to hurt me and Ursula.
"Wanna go look through the top of the door to see what they doing?" I ask Ursula.
Well, she laugh and then hop out of bed like a little naked rabbit she so fast. We got this real high chair, a step-stool and we put it at the door. There this opening at the top of the door that not filled in yet, and it be about an inch wide and a few more inches long so we can look through it.
Well, we climb up on the chair and get real close to each other, our naked bodies touching. We put the sides of our faces together and look through the hole, Well, we began to laugh and almost made too much noise, but still not enough to make them notice.
We see Leroy just take off his underpants and his thing be so big, and stick all the way out. It look like a cannon. And mama, she be naked, too, just getting off her blouse.
Me and Ursula put our fingers on each other's lips to keep from laughing too loud.
We both know that we thinking that Uncle Leroy's Johnson be so big, that maybe they really don't put it in a female's Johnson like we heard in school.
I only seen one other one 'sides my two year old brother's. Rodney just got this little thing, real tiny and all us girls alway tickle him there and he laugh, and sometime it even get bigger, like a little twig or something, but nowhere like Uncle Leroy's which was giant and huge. The other one I seen was in school when this kid told me he give me three dollars to put it in my mouth. He only be our age, nine, and it wasn't much bigger than little Rodney's. Well, I put it in my mouth, but he never did give me no money, only a dime. It felt real hot when it was in my mouth, but my mama gave me some beating for that so I never done it again. Ursula tell me that she got paid a dollar to take her panties down and let a ten year old touch her, but she say that when he want to put his Johnson in her crack, she don't let him, not even for another dollar. She did get one dollar for it, though.
Anyway, we watching them. Uncle Leroy, he take mama and put his arms around her and kiss her and she then kiss him back and they putting their tongues in each other's mouth. I look at Ursula and make this expression on my face like "Yeech!!" and she agree with me.
"Look, his Johnson touching her belly, Ursula," I point out and we both look how it move up and is squash between them.
He touching mama's big ass, too, and she moving her body around, making her big fat breasts rub up and get crushed against his chest. Then he reach down and begin to stick his fingers around by mama's pussy, she got a lot of hairs there and they both making noises something like they in pain, but not exactly.
Well, we watching him move his fingers around mama's pussy. I giggle when I look at Ursula. She making believe she got great big jugs like mama and pulling her one flat chest out with one hand and petting it with the other.
Then I do it too, grabbing the tight skin and the little black dot of a nipple we both got and I make belive I'm doing what Uncle Leroy doing.
Then I look at Ursula. I look at her crack. She not like mama there at all. Neither am I since we both look exactly alike. Then Ursula look at my little crack, too. "Hey, baby, I gone soothe your pussy," I say to her, trying to imitate the way Uncle Leroy say it to mama. Then I rub my hand down the middle of her crack and on the way up, I stick my finger in and do it. She just look at me.
Then when I stop, she make a funny face at me and pinch the side of my crack, making it hurt almost, but beside the hurt it felt nice in a way. Well, we both giggle and then we put our arms around each other and look through the hole at the top of the door again. We got to get close together so we can see. We used to the feel of our bodies touching each Other when we naked. We both real hot, too, cause in the wintertime, we just lay next to each other and squeeze each other so we can be warm. Of course, then, we wearing our long underwear, but our body heat still come through our underwear, too.
When it get real cold, mama sleep in the middle of the bed with the two younger girls, and hugs them and mama get warm, too. That only when no uncle is visiting us, though.
Anyway, we looking at mama and Uncle Leroy, and now mama be touching his Johnson. She pulling the loose part of it and rubbing it between her fingers, and Uncle Leroy get this look on his face that make it seem what mama doing is the greatest thing in the world for him. Wow, was it big. Mama even tell him that it big, making a little joke about it. I hear Uncle Leroy say it his third foot, so maybe it a foot long, wow!
He slowly sink to his knees and so do mama. They get on the bed next, and they both just lay on their backs. Mama's boobs don't look bad when she laying on her back. They don't look too big then. I guess me and Ursula gone get all then hairs and big boobs too when we get older, mama tell us that we gone bleed in our cracks all of a sudden and become women. She say it can happen any day, but it still not happen to neither of us.
Anyway, mama, she be touching Uncle Leroy's Johnson and she lean over and put it in her mouth, just like that kid in school tell me to do. I look at Ursula. "Maybe when you get older like mama, it be all right," she tell me. I still remember the hurting she put on me, making my behind bleed from the strap so I couldn't sit for a whole week without it hurting. I still don't think it fair that mama put her mouth on the Johnson and not get punished for it and I does.
She moved her head up and down on his Johnson real quick, looking up at him with it in her mouth, like she asking him if she's doing it good. He petted her on her back and real slow and smooth on her big ass. He moaned while mamma kept sucking on' it and he laughed too.
Mama was also playing with his balls, and moving her fingers into his ass, rubbing the insides of his thighs and then also his balls. We could see real good, and could even see how she was doing it, just letting her fingernails rub against the sack his balls are in and then she would take them in her hand and squeeze them and run the through her fingers, and he was really going almost wild from that. Me and Ursula had to keep biting our lips to keep from laughing. Uncle Leroy was pounding the bed with his fists and then gripping the sheets real tight like he might fall off and his teeth were showing and he was all sweaty.
Mama was sweating a lot too, and she was saying these things to him in a voice I hardly ever heard her use before. She was so sweet then, that I wished she could always be like that. She put her hands on his chest and massaged him, and the bunch of little curly black hairs on his chest she just let her hand move right through.
I put my hand on Ursula's chest and let it run real slow all over her chest. She just watched me and looked at my hand on her skinny little chest.
"Do you like it?" I asked her.
She shrugged her shoulders. Then she did it to me. It did feel good, but it wasn't great, at least not enough to make me feel like Uncle Leroy did when mama did it to him.
Then she pinched the tiny little dot of a nipple I got.
I felt it, but not just the pinch. I felt like it gave me goose pimples. Then I did it to Ursula. It's hard to pinch her exactly on her nipple cause it's so small, but I could tell that she felt the same exact thing I did.
"Let's watch," I whispered, and I put my arm around her and she put hers around me and we cuddled up and watched, but we were caressing each other now, like mama and Uncle Leroy and we were rubbing the sides of our faces, our cheeks, together.
Mama was really going up and down on his Johnson a lot harder now, slower, but harder, as she sucked. We could see her cheeks moving in and we could also see the Johnson in her mouth bulging out her cheeks when she drew them in. She was on her knees in between his legs now. We had a side view of her and Uncle Leroy. He was grabbing at her jugs which were really hanging down from the way she was bent over and he was squeezing them and pinching her nipples, but it was different with her. She liked it a lot, I'm sure, but it was still hard to tell how much because of the mouthful of Uncle Leroy's Johnson she had.
Then Uncle Leroy yelled out this big, loud sigh. "OHH-AHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh!!" he said and we could both see that the bottom part of his Johnson that wasn't in mama's mouth was twitching back and forth and mama was moaning too, but still with the big thing in her mouth. She lifted her head off for just a second and stuff came out of the slit where he pee's from, but it wasn't pee. Mama had the white stuff dripping down her chin when she put her mouth back over it. She sucked it now like it was an ice cream pop, licking it with her tongue and getting all the white stuff off it.
I looked at Ursula. "What was that?" I asked her.
"Seeds, I think," she answered.
"Seeds ain' liquid," I told her.
"That's what I heard, Marva. Maybe people seeds is different," she explained.
"Is it spum?" I asked her.
"Spurn," she said and then she laughed, but I had to hush her up. I thought that that was what I heard someone say can come out of a Johnson, but maybe I was wrong.
INTERVIEW TWO
Ursula and Marva, in watching the blow job that her mother was giving to her lover, were learning a lot about sex. The conditions for that learning were far from perfect for the twins, however. Seeing your mother giving a stranger a blow job is not the best thing to look at, obviously.
The twins, in trying to emulate their elders were also beginning to get into something with themselves that could prove to be harmful.
In the second of our interviews, Marva tells the rest of what she and Ursula saw happen that night.
Mama then lay back on the bed after she finished licking the seed off. Seed is right, right? Sperm too? Oh, that's probably the word I heard, sperm.
Anyway, mama and him looked like they both be real tired, but they glad they be tired 'cause they both got these real happy looks on their faces. Uncle Leroy's Johnson was't that big anymore, and it wasn't standing straight up like it was before, but it was still pretty bi, anyway.
They began to kiss each other, softly at first, and making their tongues touch. They kept that up for a long time, and we saw how Uncle Leroy's Johnson began to get bigger again. While mama was kissing with him, she also began to run her fingers along his Johnson, too. Ursula's face was right against mine as we watched. We were making our hands rub her shoulders and our faces were rubbing up against each other's. We know that since we twins, we know what's going on inside each other just from the look on our faces. We hardly ever get in fights with each other and we really love each other since not only are we sisters, but we also identical. Well, Ursula turns her face to me and sticks her tongue out and licks my lips. That got me by surprise.
"Oooow, yeeech!" I said and I wiped my lips with the back of my hand.
"Marva," Ursula whined. "We're blood, you don't have to wipe it off," she told me like she angry because I insulted her by wiping her wet from her tongue off my lip.
"Then let me do it to you," I whispered back to her. She puckered her lips like she was gonna kiss me, but she just tilted her head up and waited for me to lick her lips. Well, I did. Her little lips was hot. It even had a taste to it. I licked her right in the middle. Like me, her bottom lip is a little thicker than our top lip and sticks out a little.
She giggled and she squealed. She didn't wipe it off, either. She looked like she liked it. She made her lips come together and put them over her teeth in her mouth. I saw her own little pink tongue slide out and lick her lips.
"Thank you, Ursula," I said for showing me that she could lick her lips after I had licked them. "Did you like it, huh?" I asked.
She smiled and giggled. Then she nodded her head, yes.
We kept looking back to mama and Uncle Leroy, but all they was doing was kissing each other and touching all over their bodies, so me and Ursula, still standing on the high step-stool, figured we didn't have to watch too closely.
"Do it to me again," I told my twin. I closed my eyes and puckered my lips. Then I felt her tongue slide across, right in the middle of my lips. It gave me tingles. I put my arms folded in front of me and shook my body in delight. "I liked it," I whispered.
Then she puckered her lips and I licked them and then she did it to me again. I licked my lips after she licked them. I could feel the wet from her funny little tongue. I liked it a lot.
We took turns doing it to each other. Then one time I did it to her, she stuck her tongue out of her mouth and licked my tongue. I could tell by the look on her face she didn't do that to make me get angry. I knew that if I wiped my tongue off or said "yeech" she'd get angry. It felt a little funny at first, like a gooey kind of mushy feeling. She looked at me. She stuck her tongue out again, and waited for me. I put my fingers around her tongue and pinched it and felt it a little. She let me kind of explore how someone else's tongue might feel. It wiggled in my fingers, almost like it was a snake and not her tongue, but I kept feeling her tongue and letting my fingers touch it gently. She made it flex and get stiff and then all mushy again. Then she put her fingers at my lips and pulled my lips open, still not saying a word, but I knew she wanted to feel my tongue so I let her, and when she let her fingernail scratch it, that gave me a lot of nice tingles.
"Touch my tongue with yours," I whispered to her. She stuck her tongue out and I did too and we met. We just moved out head, not our tongue, our head, back and forth and let our tongues slide against each other's. Then we put our arms around our backs and squeezed and hugged, letting each other know how much we loved each other by doing that. Before this, we only told each other how much we loved each other, but never used our hands or tongues to tell it. Well, we kissed before, but not on the lips, and we did hug, but only to keep warm from the cold and not without no clothes on.
We began to move our tongues now and not just our heads, making our little pink flaps dart back and forth with each other.
It felt so good. That was especially because we both knew that we found another way to express the love we felt for each other to our twin. It really wasn't like kissing a mirror or anything, even though we're identical, because a mirror doesn't feel like a hot little tongue and doesn't have a hot little body like Ursula or me.
We put our hands on our faces, just like mama and Uncle Leroy did and looked into our eyes. That was like looking at a mirror, but it was better than a mirror since we could really see deep into each other. "I never knew how much I can tell about you and me by looking into your eyes, Ursula," I said to her, my voice changing and getting real sweet like mama's was.
She hugged me and we pressed the front of our bodies real tight together and kissed on the tongues some more, sucking on them like they was Johnson's, making our cheeks draw in and get all the juicy taste from our tongues.
Then we noticed that something was happening with mama and Uncle Leroy.
"I think they're gonna fuck now," Ursula said.
I put my fingers to my lips and giggled. I never saw anyone fuck before, only heard a little about it.
Well, Uncle Leroy got on his knees, and he got in between mama's legs. His Johnson was really big again and was sticking straight out. He grabbed mama by her ankles and pulled her real close to him, making her legs come around his waist and her pussy, with all her hairs was right at his Johnson. He let go of her ankles and reached out to her pussy. He began to move his fingers around mama's pussy like he was tickling her pussy, but mama wasn't laughing very hard. She did giggle a little, but she was "ooowing and ahhhhing" a lot more than giggling. She really didn't seem like she still our mother the way she was carrying on. We never seen her like that before. She usually only be yelling and screaming at us. I wish she could be like that with us, too. She seem so pretty when she smile. She laying on her back and looking up at Uncle Leroy resting her legs on his hips. He stuck fingers into her crack and showed us how red and juicy she is in there. Me and Ursula are both dry and darker in our pussy when we look at it and open it.
"Well, Uncle Leroy was sticking his fingers into mama's pussy real deep and spreading her open so we could even see her whole which was puckering, bubbling and dripping her moisture. She was really liking it too, just from the look on her face.
Well, at the same exact time, me and Ursula both felt each other's pussies. We began to rub each other's cracks, sticking our fingers in and moving them in and out. I was really liking it, so I knew that Ursula must be liking it too. We began to kiss each other and pet and we put our other arm around our shoulder, still fingering our pussies, and sucking our tongues, but also still watching mama and Uncle Leroy, waiting for them to fuck each other and see how it's done.
We almost fell off the chair we were squirming so much, the tingling in our twin pussies was making waves of it shoot all over our bodies. We had goose pimples all over. Her pussy was exactly like mine, a little bump at the top that makes us really go crazy and that thing at the bottom that's the cherry, I think, that blocks the way to get into our holes.
I made the little bump at the top of Ursula's pussy get bigger by squeezing it and she even bit my neck almost hard when I did that to her. She did it to me and I grabbed her leg to hold on and help me take the great feeling of it. We weren't full-fledged women, of course, but we knew then that we both got woman's things and woman's feelings, even though we both got no boobs and no hairs under our arms or around our pussies. We was almost dancing from the great feelings of passion as we played with each other and watched mama and Uncle Leroy.
Heck, we know he ain't really our uncle cause we never seen him before, but it's cool if they wanna tell us that he is.
Uncle Leroy begin to pull mama's legs again. He pointing the end of his Johnson straight at her pussy hole and slowly pulling her by her feet to him.
Mama twists her body a little as she being pulled into Uncle Leroy, I guess to make sure that it go in right. Her head sliding along the mattress. Then they go into each other, real slow at first, then they both make lunges into each other and his big Johnson is buried inside mama's pussy, just like that.
They both really moaning and sighing, but it more tense now. Mama begin to make her hips move and make her pussy go into Uncle Leroy. Uncle Leroy holding on to her legs, pulling her into him and also he jerking back and forth. They both panting, one at a time and moaning.
"OOOOOW!!" he moaned. "AHHHHHH!!" she sighed.
"OOOOOOW!!" he moaned. "AHHHHHHH!!" she sighed.
They was going like that just like they was moving in each other. Soon their sounds became more like grunts, like animals. Me and Ursula was also both moaning and sighing while we fingered each other's pussies and kissed our tongues, still looking at them with one eye and was roaming all around our bodies with our hands, too.
Well, Uncle Leroy takes just a few more funny looking thrusts of his cock into mama's pussy and then he lets out this deep, deep, sigh, and they both begin to twitch like spastics. They had just gotten fucked. His sperm must have went into mama's pussy and that made them feel as good as they were. He let her slide down and he too dropped on the bed like he was dead.
They just lay there and panted and moaned for awhile.
Me and Ursula was also in an emotional state from the way we was loving each other. We saw Uncle Leroy give mama money and then he got dressed and left.
So, me and Ursula crawled back into our bed and grappled with each other, getting our legs and arms and tongues all tangled up, our fingers still making our cracks feel so nice. We was both really panting and out of breath, but we kept on until we just couldn't take no more of it. We even had a little of our own pussy juices squirt out.
"How much money you gone give me, Ursula?" I said to her with a laugh.
CONCLUSION
The experience of Marva and Ursula should teach parents not to let their children watch them and take all the proper precaution that they are not observed. The two nice little twin sisters are now lesbians, and also commiting incest every time they touch each other with lust in their hearts.
Of course, it could be worse. Luckily, they did not have to put out for Uncle Leroy. The crowding of people in an apartment like that and the lack of heat and hot water often can lead to some sexual encounters that spring up in all innocence, such as a mother and a son taking a shower together.
The best thing for Ursula and Marva and their family would be if they moved to a nice big house with a lot of room and a backyard. Of course, that is impossible, so they'll just have to be educated about the necessity of not touching and kissing members of their family in order to give sexual pleasure.
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Lalena AGE: Fourteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Lalena is a young, beautiful sleek blonde girl. She is tall and thin, and her short pixie hair seems to have a lustre of its own. She speaks very well and although her experience was very trying, she did manage to talk about her ordeal with little self-pity and not much crying. The first of our interviews follows.
Well, doctor, we, my parents and I lived in East New York until a year ago. From there, which had turned into a kind of a ghetto, we moved to the south, to Biloxi, Mississippi. It was quite a change, and a change that I was not really able to cope with. My father finally got his promotion but, even though we did want to change our neighborhood, we didn't want to be transferred completely out of the world I had come to know so well.
See, in living in East New York, I went to school with mostly black and Puerto Rican boys and girls. There were just a few whites left in the whole area. I got to make friends with a lot of black and Puerto Rican people and we really didn't pay too much attention to our nationalities. I'm part French and part Irish, if you must know.
Well, despite the bad conditions we all lived in I was treated as an equal by the other kids, and there really was never any racial problems. There were some scrapes with the law, but that was only for stealing or smoking pot.
The kids I hanged around with only smoked pot and no other drugs. And we never stole nothing more than a transistor radio from a department store. I even went on dates with a few black boys. At first, my parents were upset about that, but they soon realized that they were just normal kids like me.
I was kind of broken up about having to leave. I really didn't want to since all my friends were there. I was glad that daddy got his promotion that he waited so long for and there was really nothing I could do about it. So we moved to Biloxi, a small town, but still city-like. We had a nice private house to live in.
But despite that, I notice the attitudes of the people there so intolerant of black people and Puerto Ricans. There really were no Puerto Ricans in Biloxi, anyway. The black were all living on one part, the seedier part of town. We lived with the rest of the white people, all southerners. I felt no empathy with them at all. My school was lily-white, not one black in the whole school.
I did not like it there, even though I tried.
I kept hearing things, these terrible racial slurs and stereotypes about blacks. Finally, I couldn't take it no more. We were sitting in the student lounge. That's another thing. I know that I became popular pretty quickly for a new student. But that was only because of my looks, I realized. Maybe also because, being from New York, I'm kind of a showpiece for everyone to say that they have a pretty girlfriend from New York, Brooklyn, actually.
There's this one girl, Missie Lou Willers. She's saying that black people are as intelligent as baboons and only want to eat pussy. Others laughed or agreed.
I usually sat there and began to look over my schoolwork when they got to talking like that, but I was confronted directly this time by Billy Bob McDaniels.
"Hey, Lalena," he drawled, making my name sound foreign to me, "You must see a lotta niggers in New York City, huh? How y'all keep away from them there? I hear that the whole city infested with niggers," he says like he don't realize he a bigoted fool.
I counted to ten, just so I wouldn't lose my temper. Then I spoke the truth. "It just so happens, Billy Bob McDaniels," I began. That's how most people call each other, using all three names, "that I have lived among black people and my whole school was mostly black and Puerto Rican, and I've found that they are just as intelligent as you are, which really isn't saying much for them. Furthermore, I've gone out on dates with them, too, Missie Lou Willers, and I do not try to keep away from them!"
Well, they all froze, kind of, and looked at me as if they were waiting for me to laugh, and tell that that I was only joking. I looked at all of them who looked at me and let then know that I was not playing with them.
"You know what they done to a nigger who was seen with a white girl last year, Lalena Rivers?" said Joe Bob Jackson. "They lynched him and they tar and feathered the girl and cut all her hair off. That's what they done. You ain't in New York no more, blondie, you in the heart of Dixie!"
"Not by any choosing of my own!" I countered.
"Hey, Lalena, is it true that niggers got things a foot long?" Hassie Sue Bumpers asked me and laughed and so did all the others. Well, I tried to inject a little humor in it so I answered, "Only when they fold it in half," but they all took me seriously, I mean, they figured that I was putting out for black and Puerto Ricans. I did fool around a little, but not all the way. I only let my boyfriends pet my breasts and I never took my panties off. We kissed, of course, and that I told them, and that got them even more horrified.
"Especially a blonde!!"
"Lips that touch nigger lips never gonna touch mine!"
I walked away from them. I'd rather be alone.
But they really didn't leave me alone, taunting me and it got worse, making prank phone calls, and they began to pull my hair and I finally let it all out and cried my heart out to them and told them that I wanted no part of their backward and bigoted attitudes.
I told my parents what was happening, but they only showed me a little compassion and told me to try to bear with it.
I joined this civil rights club that was integrated and had a youth chapter in the black section of Biloxi. I felt so more at home there, and I even had my parents transfer me to an almost all black school. I was a lot happier, really.
I even made a boyfriend, who had the unusual name of Jack Robinson, the same as the first black baseball player, They were not related, of course, as Robinson is a very common name.
Anyway, we, Jack and I really got to be taken with each other, and I was even walking with him and I brought him to meet my parents who liked Jack a lot.
Jack and I did a lot of work together, schoolwork and other work for the club we belonged to. He lived in a ghetto that wasn't much different from the ghetto on East New York, except that most of the houses were shacks instead of tenements and there were a lot of unpaved roads in the ghetto, that the civil rights club was trying to change.
After going together for about a month, Jack and I made love. It was the most beautiful moment of my life when he got on top of me and put his black lips to mine and we met, I wrapping my lean white legs around his muscular hips and then meeting in a mutual correspondence of love.
Well, one day on the way back from his house, I was greeted in the street by Joe Bob Bupers, and about five others, much bigger and older than him. One of them had a big pail filled with tar and another had this pillow with him. They blocked my path as I approached. Once I realized what I was in for, my heart leaped. I leaped, too, running down the street the other way, but five others came up from a gas station and I was cornered. I hit my knees and began to pray to them to leave me alone.
This man, about forty-five, almost complete illiterate and hard to understand the words of what he said spoke. He was Job Bob Bupers father. "We hear you be making love with a nigger! You a white girl and a blonde girl!" I was still on my knees surrounded by ten ugly, lust-filled men. Obviously, I was frightened out of my wits.
They kept telling me what a sin of mixing I was doing and they used the most vulgar terms to describe the relationship they thought that Jack and I had, and the pride and satisfaction showed through their faces whenever they said how he was getting his black tongue in my pink little pussy and all that vulgarity.
They forced me to say that I'll never see him again, although I didn't really mean it. I didn't want to run away, either, because that wouldn't be facing my problems. Well, I couldn't help it. I got to my feet and told them that I'll see anyone I please.
Well, I suppose that was really not the best thing to say at that time and place. I mean, I even confessed my love for Jack, and I could just see their necks start to get red and their hair start to stand up.
Well, they threw me into this station wagon and I was in there with five others, screaming my head off and kicking like a kangaroo, but they put a smelly rag over my mouth and another station wagon followed the one I was in. One of the men was a police officer too, and he told me that it was my word against theirs and that they were gonna do the right thing by me. Well, they drove me to a shack and dragged me, kicking and screaming into it.
"Now, we gone teach you that a nigger ain't gone ever be allowed to go with a white girl! Mr. Bupers yelled at me. He held a strap in his hand. The tar and feathers was still there. He lashed at my dungarees. "Get them off, girl!"
I cried and told them they were worse than animals and they said that they weren't animals because they were white. I knew that it would be impossible to reason with them, but Lord, I tried, I tried and tried, and I kept on getting hit across my legs with the strap, finally falling down on a pile of hay and they lashed at my shirt, ripping it and revealing my feminine ribs and the side of my breasts.
They went wild, seeing young white flesh like that. Four of them just ripped everything off me in less than a minute, while the others were hooting and yelling and grabbing at me like I was gold. I even remember hearing them yell that out when my legs were spread open. My maiden hairs were yellow.
"How could you consider yourselves human beings. I'm only a fourteen year old girl. Look what you are about to do to me!!" I yelled, my words coming out in racked, tortured sobs.
I was pinned down, completely helpless and completely naked. My legs were spread apart and so were my arms. My little breasts were being manhandled by them, and they were hurting my nipples, squeezing them until they turned from little pink dots to large reddish colored circles.
Hands were pawing at my vagina, and they were yanking my hairs out, making me scream and cry. All I could do was that and squirm on my back a little. I had never felt so helpless and beaten as I did then. Ten men, including a few boys my own age were all there, making me feel so weak and puny and tiny, like I was being looked at from inside a goldfish bowl and I was trapped and hemmed in like a cornered rat.
Then one of them began to take his pants down. I had already realized they were not interested in keeping the town segregated as much as they were in getting all the white pussy for themselves.
INTERVIEW TWO
Then what happened, I asked Lalena, and the second of our interviews was under way.
The man took his pants off and waved his penis at me in the most lewd manner I ever could have imagined. I was so scared, that I was urinating right there, getting it all over myself. Naturally, that was a great source of amusement to them, seeing a female so helpless that she can't control her young muscles and is forced to let her bladder go. Real fine gentlemen who could do such a thing to a fourteen year old girl.
But my bladder was the least of my worries then as the big fat slob mounted me. I began to claw at him and I reach down and tried to yank it off him. I felt a great amount of pride when he had to double up in pain and was unable to continue.
However, a bunch of them tied me down, making me completely powerless to resist. My wrists were tied to the bottoms of two posts that were once used as horse corrals, and my ankles were tied, spreading my legs so wide, I thought my vagina would tear.
Then another big, smelly redneck, the police officer mounted me, waving his penis in my face and touching my lips with it. I turned my head, then opened my mouth wide and bared my teeth. But I just couldn't do it. I did scare the living daylights out of him, though, and I got smacked around pretty good for that. A bunch of my pubic hairs were just ripped right off me, making me scream in bloody terror.
A little bald patch was left where my hairs were ripped out, and the sharp and piercing pain was throbbing around the fatty part of my vagina. I had just reached puberty little more than a year ago, and my hairs were not fully in yet, anyway, but there was still enough for them to pull and hurt me with.
"I'm gone a put a hurting on you, bitch, that gone make your pussy hairs seem like nothing," the police officer said. Then he mounted me and the liquor on his breath disgusted me completely.
I tried to resist. I contracted the elastic-like muscles in my vagina as hard and as tense as I could. He jabbed his big pile driver at me, and I prevented penetration then. He looked up at the others and they were laughing at him. My vagina was killing me, though. It was so sore and tender. It was like a big, hard piece of bone was ramming at my soft, velvety flesh.
Then he lifted his hips up. "I'm gonna strike pay dirt this time, fellas," he yelled and then came down on me so hard, I thought I would pass out, but unfortunately I didn't.
"Yowwwwww!!! Ohhhhh, it hurts, it hurts, please, I'm only fourteen, owwwwww!!!" I screached, screamed, pleaded and yelled. My ululations were to no avail, however, only prompting mimicry of my screams. I still did prevent him from entering me, however. My tender young orifice was burning and throbbing with pain, but I still just could not give in to them as long as I still had an ounce of strength left in me.
"Man, this little pussy is a tight one," the policeman laughed. He reached down and began to stick his fingers in my cleft. "Open up there, little girl," he tried to cajole me. The feel of his big fat fingers probing me was terrible.
He slid his hand under me, and rammed a finger up my clenched sphincter.
My howl must have seemed like an elephant in heat when he did that. "I got it up her asshole," he beamed proudly, making me squrim and squeal when he wriggled it around up my rectum, trying to make me feel as humiliated and as awkwardly uncomfortable as he could. I kept telling myself that it was their humiliation and not mine, for the rape of a fourteen year old girl is not something to be very proud of.
Well, he finally took the finger out of my little hold, and I did breathe a slight sigh of relief which they took to be a sign or admission of pleasure. I spit on one of them who got too close.
Then the cop began to probe my vagina again. My muscles were all clenched, but he wriggled one finger around like a snake, prying and prodding, until he finally slithered in there. Then he began to wriggle the finger around and stretch me. He made me feel the pulling, and he made me feel the irresistible feeling of the stimulation of my clitoris, indirect though it was.
"Hey, girl! Where's your cherry?" he yelled as if I had committed a sin. "That nigger get your cherry, girl?"
"Yes, and he's more a man than any of you animals!!!"
"He's a dead man, girl!!"
"No! Nooooo!!!! Please, please don't harm him. I'll do whatever you say!!!"
"You'll do what we tell you no matter, girl!!" I got my face slapped back and forth. There was not an ounce of mercy or sympathy from any one of them. It was as if even if they wanted to give me some sympathy,., they couldn't and be considered a coward in the eyes of their friends, although raping a fourteen year old helpless girl and tormenting her is certainly no act of bravery.
Well, the indirect stimulation of my clitoris had the effect they desired.
Anguished moans of passion and looks of passion were contorting my face. My lean legs were contracting, making then get turned on even more by the definition of my trim body and the way I was stretched out so much like that.
The cop got on top of me and then rammed it home, striking pay dirt, ripping right through me, causing me to feel the intense pain and throbbing, burning heat of his big pile driver.
He pumped up and down on me a few time, and then came, like a grunting animal, proud that he was able to do it so fast. I pity his poor wife, if he has one.
My sensitive young honeypot was obviously not used to being brutalized in such manner. I was in extreme pain, complicated by the irresistible, but nevertheless unwanted passion that is a biological certainty to follow the insertion and penetration.
A few moans, soft utterances at that, escaped from my throat, but they were more from the relief I felt when the big ugly brute removed himself from my person.
It did not bother me at all that they took my feline utterance as a display of my passion. I was beyond caring what those animals thought. I just wanted to get it over with, and then have them all hung by their balls from the nearest tree.
But the living nightmare was not yet over. Not by a long shot. Your poor young narrator still had a lot more suffering, humiliation and anguish to be inflicted upon her nubile young body.
I had hoped that I would be set loose then, and they all had another good laugh at my expense when they explained that I was severely mistaken about that.
Another big animal came on me, mounting me as if I were a rag doll with absolutely no human feelings whatsoever. He speared his big harpoon right into the pulsating core of my being, wrecking it and making me feel as if I were a ripped, ruined young lady. The piercing, throbbing sensations were almost unbearable. However, they were not unbearable enough, for I was forced to endure it without losing consciousness. He acted as if he had just found the whole purpose and meaning to his life when he forced his brutal entry into me. It was as if he had lived forty years for that moment and he let out this scintillating animal-like cry of conquest when he plunged into my fertile organ.
Needless to say, it was just excrutiating for me. I could not withstand the stimulation of my errogenous areas and keep silent. I was forced to yell out in anguish the whole story of my humiliation and lust in one long, ear-shattering cry.
With that, it was like I had set off the celebration of Jefferson Davis's birthday and Christmas all at one. My blood curdling wail of passion-horror reverberated around the seedy atmosphere, and giving them even more delight.
Unfortunately, it also had the effect of helping to convince them that I was under no more duress and that I was craving the pleasure they thought they were giving me. Of course, that was the furthest thing from the truth, but minds as sick, demented and as decadent as theirs are capable of believing anything if they feel it will suit their present caprices.
The second one ejaculated into me so quickly, it was almost premature, but as you know, almost does not count. The propelling of his swill into my unnaturally spread open crease forced me to accept the necessary sexual stimulation. I again was persuaded to call out my pleasure via a soft little moan of unmistakable pleasure. My screams of pain, well, they were just ignored by them, or perhaps they assumed that I was only making believe.
The next one had the courtesy to untie me. At least I thought that he was being courteous, but then he grabbed me around my waist and forced me to bend over. To further compound the indignity I was suffering, he entered me from the rear, forcing me to utter squeals that were very similar in sound to a certain farm animal with a cork-screw tail.
My little poop-chute had never been used as an entrance before, only as an exit.
The horror and humiliation I felt then was worsened by the fact that they were all taunting me, mimicing my squeal and noises as the big uncomfortable tool was driving in and out of my little hole, probing my organs, and filling my rectum with the filthy swill of his pelleting machine gun. My body was now permeated with the stink of their bodies, producing a certain nausea in me.
Finally, he let me go, and I fell straight down, on my face, in well, I just can't say, only that it heaped what I thought was impossible, but I was even further humiliated.
They did wipe it off me, however. I could hardly move, only writhe around on the floor.
It was then that I began to regain the use of my senses to some degree. They had let me lie on the hay for over fifteen minutes. However, the first odor to penetrate my nostrils besides the pungent, musky odor of their verjuice was that of tar. , I had forgotten about that completely. I had hoped that they, had taken enough liberties with my body, but that was not the case.
They still felt as if I had done the work of the devil by admitting love for a black, and they were not going to go through with a ritual act of defilement for the purpose of cleansing my soul. The irony of that escaped me in my horror, however. I was completely helpless. Three men grabbed my thin arms, lifting me up to my full height of five feet, seven inches. They pinned my arms behind me.
Again, the prospects ahead were so gloomy that I was forced to unburden my bodily wastes upon my lean thighs.
They wiped me off, explaining that the tar would not mix well with my golden stream.
My whole body was quaking. I was shivering and cringing in fear. My knees buckled and they had to hold me up. They tormented me with the scissors first, gently pushing my labia to the side with it and threatening to maim me and mutilate me permanently. I never realized how much reserve me bladder could hold, and a few more drops trickled out. I was completely uncontrollable, my muscles and my voice. I was begging shamelessy to them not to do it.
They cut the remains of my pubic hairs off. They almost had a big fight with themselves to see who could shave me there. Finally, it was agreed that one of the young boys, as a compromise, would be the one to shave me. They did not use shaving cream. I was even nicked a few times, making me tremble even more.
Their threats to me that I should not move, otherwise I would be cut, had no effect upon my uncontrollable emotions and young muscles. My knees knocked together.
They then all came up to me and felt my new smoothness, while I cried myself hoarse.
They were not finished. My long blonde hair, on my head was the next to go. I began to shake my head back and forth as violently as I could. When they realized that I would not heed their commands to keep still or be cut, they had two men grab my face and hold it as if I was a basketball, one of them squeezing my jaws together with a terrible force.
Then they cut my hair off, making me feel as if my feminine sexuality were being sterilized, and neutralized. They had the effect they wanted, causing me to feel as if I were being neutered and turned into a hopeless freak. They shaved the remaining blonde stubble off my head, rendering me completely hairless, my skull as smooth as my vagina.
They let go of me, curious to see what my reaction would be. I slumped to the floor again, curled up in a little ball, in the fetus position and whimpered.
I did feel my head, however, and knowing that it was irrevocable, and the indentations on my skull were now prominent and visible gave me the fire and spark they wanted from me. I began to jump up and down and scream, again, my bodily wastes dripping out, but this time, from my nether orifice.
I was again rendered helpless. Two big, burly animals grabbed my arms.
They then proceeded to smear the thick, sticky black tar all over me. They even dabbed at my vagina. They put it all over my skull. My cheeks, that is, both sets of cheeks were covered with it. There were just a few parts of my face and the arches of my feet that were not smeared with the tar.
"Nigger, nigger, now you as black as midnight, just like you want to be, girl! How you like that?"
I could no longer speak, only cry and shiver. I was like a circus freak as they were quick to point out. They even gave me a mirror to see how awful I looked, a mirror which I tried to smash, but to no avail.
Then one of them got a big hunting knife and ripped open the pillow they brought with them. The let the insides of the downy pillow fly all over me, making me look like some big, freaky looking chicken. I was covered with the feathers that clung to the tar that clung to my body. My little breasts were an object of much laughter as the tar and feathers clung to my pert pectoral region.
As the final and most insufferable insult, I was brought into town in that condition and let loose, an object of scorn, laughter and finally, most unenduarable pity.
That was the last I remember before waking up in the hospital.
CONCLUSION
To think that such backward and depraved people and attitudes still exist in this modem day and age is enough to turn the most wide-eyed idealist into the most bitter of cynics.
An innocent, people loving fourteen year old girl was forced to suffer and pay for what Lincoln declared illegal over one hundred years ago, is just something that an intelligent, thinking mind finds very hard to deal with.
Beautiful Lalena, still not recovered and still in a partial state of shock, three weeks after her ordeal, will have nightmares about her experience for the rest of her life. She is back in New York now, the incident causing quite a scandal, and costing her father her job. Lawsuits abound but no amount of money will help the poor girl get over her shocking, rape and torment.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
Subject: Aubrey Age: Eleven
INTERVIEW ONE
Aubrey was the youngest referred to me by Juvenile Court. Aubrey was a scrawny, under-sized boy with a violent shock of bright red hair. He picked at his nose and squirmed uncomfortably as he sat before me, clearly uncomfortable in my presence. At first he refused to talk at all, snorting or grunting in response to my simple questions.
At last, in response to my question about his early life, Aubrey began to talk. He was understandably self-conscious about his speech. Aubrey was a stutterer.
"D-D-Doc, you really loused me at home.
My fa-fa-father says I'm cr-crazy to have to come to a sh-shrink."
(At this point of the game, the young patient began to cry uncontrollably. I just sat there and let him sob, racking long, sobs until he felt he was able to talk again. His stuttering was obviously affected by the extremely nervous release of crying-He hardly stuttered at all now.)
"My Mom died in the loony bin. Yeah, it's true and my Dad has always said I'm just like her. B-Boy, you ought to have heard him when the court told him I had to go to a shrink. M-Man, he went and packed a bag. He was sure you were going to send me right away to the bin, you know? I've never seen my father get so upset before."
(At this point, the patient took the overnight bag that he was carrying and threw it angrily all the way across the room.)
"Sorry, Doc. I just get so mad sometimes, I got to bust loose, you know what I mean? I just can't help it sometimes."
I mean, man, I ain't never been anything in my family but the runt. The one who's too little to do anything, the one who's in the way. It was just a matter of time, my Dad kept telling me, before they locked me up, anyway.
Well, shit, man, I ain't no good for nothing, I know that. They don't have to keep telling me. I do lousy in school, I can't get a job of any kind doing anything, and all the stuff I dig doing, everybody tells me is Sissy.
I mean, I always liked to draw things. I draw on old pieces of papers and stuff, but my father says it's a dumb, fag thing to do, so I have to hide.
Man, nobody thought it was a dumb fag thing to do to hit the subways. I'm the youngest hit-man on the West Side. I'm the littlest, too. But the other hit-artists respect me, you bet your ass. I can climb that fence in the yards faster than anybody and sneak around those deserted trains quieter than anybody. I got hits on every line in Manhattan. I'm Rotten Louie, I'm sure you've seen my signature.
Rotten Louie makes me a celebrity, Doc, the Main Man in my class in school, the biggest little kid in he neighborhood, you dig?
Man, when I was first hitting trains, the big guys thought they had it all sewn up and they got real up tight about this little kid cutting in on their action. They ganged up on me one night and tried to gang-fuck me but I fought like a tiger and got loose from them.
They tried to corner me on the school ground the next day but I fixed them good. I got my friend Rosie to lie down on the pavement and pretend like she was making it with me. I mean, I didn't have my pants unzipped but she spread her legs and carried on like I was driving a goddamn foot-long prick up her cunt. The older guys were stunned. I mean, .Doc, they'd been trying to get their peckers up Rosie's pink cunt for three years, ever since she moved to the neighborhood. But Rosie wouldn't make it with nobody. I mean, she used to wouldn't.
Anyway, soon as the guys thought I was ramming my hot poker up Rosie's juicy snatch, I became A-OK. They all wanted me to help them get into her pants.
Rosie wanted to save it for marriage.
You believe that, Doc?
She's real religious and her folks are very strict and she really believes she ought to preserve her fucking cherry.
I said, sure, sure, Rosie and started in to make plans to get her to put out for the other guys. I mean, I'm just a kid, and I didn't expect Rosie to spread her legs for real for me. But if I could get her to open up that honeycomb for all the big guys on the block, well, maybe they would show some respect for me.
So, one night when Rosie and me were sitting out back of the candy store, just doing nothing-Rosie would sit around with me a lot because she figured I was too little to do nothing to her-I said to Rose that I thought we ought to start getting her prepared for getting married. She asked me how to do that.
I told her if she wanted to get a really good husband and have .him stay with her, she ought to know how to please him. I told her that even if I was little, I was a man, and I could help her.
Rose looked real interested.
I told Rosie that the first thing a prospective husband would want to do is to rub her big breasts.
She thought that seemed reasonable and she took her T-shirt off and let me rub her enormous, full, warm breasts. I noticed as I was rubbing my little hands over the big tits, the large brown nipples were puckered and hard. The end of them stuck right out like a miniature prick.
Rosie told me that I could lick them with my tongue. She said her father did it every Tuesday night when her mother went out for the Red Cross meeting and it felt real good.
I licked the big points on the nipples and I could feel a pulling in my groin, like my little cock was about to rise up.
I told Rosie that a prospective husband would also want to feel her cunt.
Rosie said that her father felt her cunt every Tuesday night and it felt real good. She pulled up her dress and spread her legs.
I rubbed her cunt over her panties and the crotch of her panties was getting sticky wet.
Rosie reached down and showed me how to slip my hand under the crotch of her panties and push my fingers into the damp furnace of her snatch.
I ran my fingers around her cunt, exploring. I never put my hand in a cunt before. I didn't know it would be so slippery and so hot.
Rosie held my hand and pushed my fingers up her hole, she showed me how to move my hand in and out of her and she lay back and held my head to her tit while I finger-fucked her cunthole.
She told me that her father did that, too.
I asked her to show me what else her father did. I thought that Rosie didn't know anything but actually she knew a hell of a lot more than I did.
She knew it all!
Rosie asked me to put my head between her legs. I did what she said, looking at the wet crotch of her panties, and smelling the strange aroma of her cunt. She pushed the crotch of her pants to one side and told me to lick her cunt.
It looked all slimy and I didn't want to put my tongue on it but Rosie grabbed the back of my head and pushed me into her.
She told me to lick her all around and then to suck her clit. She showed me what part her clit was-a pink and stiff little thing at the top of her cunt.
I sucked, just like she told me. Looking up, I could see Rosie rubbing the nipples of her breasts and tossing her head and moaning. After a few minutes, she shivered and groaned. Then she stopped and pushed my head away.
She told me that was what her father did to her.
My prick was standing up and I unzipped my pants.
"Lookit what you did to me," I told her.
She said she would help me out the same way she helps her father.
She leaned down and took my little prick in her mouth and bobbed her head up and down on it.
I never felt anything so good. I jerked off a lot of times but my fist never felt anything so good as Rosie's hot, wet mouth. Man, I shot a wad down her throat, enough to choke a horse.
But Rosie just licked her lips and swallowed it.
I told Rosie that I'd like to jerk it up again and shove it in her cunt. I had never been inside a cunt with my prick and the thought excited me.
But Rosie said that no prick had ever been in her cunt and would never be until she was a married woman.
I told Rosie that I thought she ought to do some practicing before she got married. That it seemed to me that all the men I know who are married are fucking around with other women because their wives don't do it good enough.
Rosie thought about it for a minute and she agreed.
She put her fist around my cock and started pulling on it, feeling the skin move up and down on the shaft. It started to harden and Rosie was fascinated by it.
She put her hand inside the crotch of her pants and rubbed her clit with one finger, in a circular motion, as I jerked myself up.
When my cock was up and Rosie's cunt was hot and wet again from her circling finger, I got on top of her. She held her pants to the side to let my little prick slide between the slippery sides of her cunt. I took my hand and tried to find the cunthole between her legs and when I found it, I put my stiff little pecker at the entrance to it and pushed. My pecker is very small-I think I will grow, later-but it went inside her. It didn't go far enough to bust her cherry, though. But for me, it was terrific, my pecker in that tight, hot cunt, and I fucked the shit out of the entrance to Rosie's cunt and shot my burning semen up her hole.
The next day at school, I told the biggest boy, Arnold, who'd been pushing me around, that I could get his cock in Rosie's cunt. He didn't believe me. I told him to come around to the candy store after dark.
I made sure that Rosie and I got there early and I sucked her big tits and rubbed her clit with my fingers until she was soaking wet. She was sucking my little pecker stiff when Arnold arrived and saw what was happening. His prick was standing up in an instant and he pulled it out of his pants and knelt in front of Rosie.
He didn't even say hello, he just pushed her back on the ground and biting her tits with his anxious teeth, he took his enormous prick in his hand and pushed it into her slit. I was amazed that he didn't even have to feel around for the hole. He just shoved it in and bingo, he was into Rosie's hole right up to his balls.
He started pumping and Rosie was crying out.
"It hurts," she was saying, "You're hurting me."
Arnold kept on grinning and fucking her faster and harder.
I could see blood running out of Rosie's cunt, past Arnold's red-hot engine, fucking frantically.
He shot his wad up her and rolled off, leaving a pool of come and blood under Rosie and leaving big teeth marks on her full and beautiful breasts.
I felt sorry for Rosie, who was crying, and I crawled onto her and kissed the bit marks and T put my head between her legs and parted the swollen lips of her cunt. Her snatch was all bloodied from Arnold's onslaught but I felt so sorry for her that I put my lips around that stiff clit and sucked it frantically. Rosie started moaning, liking it, and Arnold leaned up on one elbow to watch me.
"Cunt sucker," he said, making fun of me, "Probably don't even have a pecker."
"I do so," I said angrily and climbed up Rosie, jamming my tiny prick in her smarting hole and fucking it frantically.
Arnold just sat there watching my moves.
Rosie squirmed and cried but I knew that I couldn't be hurting her too much with my tiny pecker and I fucked until I squirted up her cunt.
Rosie pushed me off and groaned. She put her own hand down to her battered cunt and began rubbing her stiff clit. Arnold just watched, grinning.
When Rosie got more and more excited, I licked her tits and sucked them. She was just about to come when Arnold reached over and pushed her hand away.
She moaned in disappointment.
Arnold climbed up on her again.
"Now, you're really ready," he said and shoved his cock in her again.
Rosie cried out but Arnold just fucked away. He didn't seem to ever rise to climax, I thought he was going to fuck Rosie's cunt forever. At last, still ram-rod stiff, he pulled his mighty prick out and told Rosie to stand up.
Rosie let Arnold pull her to her feet and let him spread her legs. He bent his knees under the spread legs and aimed his cock so that he was fucking her, standing up.
I watched Rosie's big buttocks shimmering as Arnold fucked her. I put my hands on the cheeks of her ass and felt their plump softness. I parted the cheeks and looked at her tiny, brown asshole. I put my finger in it. Rosie moaned, liking it. I could feel Arnold's big cock rubbing against my finger.
I pulled my finger out and placed my stiff little cock at the entrance to her hole. Rosie groaned in anticipation and I had to push my rod very hard to get it in past the tight little muscle. But once inside, Rosie's ass was hot and wet and I fucked it hard, in and out, trying to keep pace with Arnold's stiff and huge rod. I could feel him fucking her through the little muscle that separated us.
Arnold started buckling at the knees and moaning, "I'm fucking you, baby, I'm fucking your cunt, honey."
That's all I kept hearing him say, over and over again.
I noticed that Arnold was squeezing his own balls with his free hand and I did the same thing. It was a great sensation as Arnold and I both exploded inside Rosie's big cunt.
Arnold told Rosie that he thought she'd make some man a hell of a wife. Rosie was very complimented and thanked Arnold.
The next night, Arnold and I met Rosie again but that was the night that the trouble started.
And that's what got me here, Doc."
I was sorry to tell Aubrey that our time was up. I was anxious to see the young man again and made an appointment for the following day.
INTERVIEW TWO
Aubrey was eager to talk this visit and his stuttering had almost vanished. He continued with his story about his friends Arnold and Rosie.
"The next time Arnold and I had a fuck with Rosie, I was in her asshole and Arnold was shoving his big prick in her from the front when a flashlight shone right on us!
It was the Rooney, the neighborhood cop.
He pulled Arnold off Rosie and threw him to the ground.
"And what the hell do you think you're doing?" His voice was fierce.
Arnold's stiff pecker was still throbbing as he sat on the ground, staring up at Rooney.
"I was fucking, man," Arnold said, "Don't you ever fuck?"
"I wouldn't advise, son, making fun of me." Rooney had a very stern voice.
With that, he pulled Arnold up to his feet and slammed him against the wall.
I was still up Rosie's ass but my hard-on was fading fast as I saw Rooney approaching me.
"You like the back entrance, do you, lad?"
I nodded and tentatively fucked once in and out of Rosie's ass.
"And do you like him fucking you back there?" He asked Rosie.
She just groaned. She had been interrupted in the middle of a fuck.
Rooney told me to go ahead while he and Arnold watched.
I kept on fucking Rosie's asshole and Rose rubbed her clit with her index finger, groaning with desire. I grabbed her nipples and pulled on them while I rode her ass.
The action must have turned old Rooney on, because from the corner of my eye, I could see him taking his nightstick out of his holder. I was at least as twice as thick as Arnold's prick.
Rooney held his big prick in his hand as I plunged in and out of Rosie's ass. She was roughly jerking herself off now and hollering, "Fuck my ass, you little prick, shove your pecker up my asshole!"
Rooney grabbed Arnold and told him to spread against the wall so he could search him. He felt Arnold's arms and torso and legs for a knife or gun. Of course, Arnold didn't have any weapon except that big prick of his which was hot and throbbing and sticking straight out of his pants.
Rooney unzipped Arnold's pants and dropped them. He hooked his thumbs in Arnold's jockey shorts and pushed them to his ankles. Holding Arnold against the wall, Rooney put his big stick between Arnold's buttocks and pressed the tip of his stick at Arnold's back hole.
"Oh, no, man," Arnold protested but Rooney crammed his nightstick up Arnold's hole and fucked in the same rhythm as I did until we both shot our loads.
Arnold still had his hard-on when Rooney pulled out. Try to prove he was still a man, although he'd just had his asshole reamed out by a cop, Arnold pushed Rosie onto the ground and shoved his pecker up her and fucked her in the normal way until he shot his wad.
Rooney, watching, shoved his stick again and took my ass in his hand.
"You're the way I like them, boy," he said and began to massage my ass, "Little and young."
I liked the feeling of his big, hot hand around my little cheeks and I started to get another hard-on. Rooney got on his knees and took my little prick and both my little balls inside his hot, wet mouth. I was about to shoot off when he took his mouth away and pushed me against the wall.
"Lean over, boy," he said rudely, "I mean to fuck your little asshole. Then I'll make you suck my prick clean and lick my balls."
"Like hell," I said and I turned and kicked the son of a bitch in the balls, hard. Rooney screamed and bent over and Arnold and Rosie ran like hell.
So did I, but the next day when I came out of school, there was Rooney with a warrant.
I told my story to the juvenile officer but she said I was a frigging little liar and I better plead guilty to the lesser of the charges-that was of defacing public property, of hitting the subways.
So, I pleaded guilty, and here I am, Doc.
Man, I got no intention of stopping hitting the subways. That's crazy, Doc. If I don't hit them, some other guy will. And being the youngest, toughest hit man on the subways is important to me. It's all I got.
With a family that thinks I'm nuts and the cops with a hate-on for me....
I mean, the kids all think I'm real sharp kicking old Rooney in the balls. But he's a real big man, Doc, and he's got a billy and a gun, legal He could get me in an alley and beat the shit out of me.
Or worse yet, hold me down and cram that enormous piece of meat up my asshole. Jeez, Doc, he'd split me in two.
I got Rosie every day after school, but I sucked her off and fucked her in the school ground behind the kid's slide-I wouldn't chance being caught in the alley at night by Rooney. You dig?
I'm a prisoner in my own neighborhood.. It gets harder and harder to make a score on the subway because Rooney has got his eye for me and he'd love to catch me doing something he could get a warrant on me for.
I stay inside at night and draw pictures on the back of bills and flyers and things that my father throws away. He won't buy me any paper or pens to draw with. He says that is a fag thing. He also thinks that Rooney wanted to ass-fuck my behind because everybody knows I'm a fag.
Hell, man, I ain't no fag and nobody's ever stuck a prick up my asshole.
Now, I'll tell you the truth-Rosie has stuck her tongue up my asshole, and sometimes she sticks a finger or two up there when she's blowing me. But that don't make me a fag, dammit.
Rooney fucking Arnold's ass has really cut down Arnold's image with the gang in the neighborhood. Last night, a bunch of guys cornered Arnold in an alley and made him suck them off. Then they forced him to lean over some garbage cans and took his pants off.
One guy told me that two of the guys put their cocks in Arnold's ass at the same time.
Hell, I can't believe that, Doc. I don't believe even Arnold's asshole could hold two, stiff, hot cocks, do you?
CONCLUSION
Aubrey has seen his share of roughneck sex on the playgrounds. But I believe that he is resilient enough to learn from his experiences and find people who will go gentler on him. He should be given over to a counseling service for observation, but I don't think any stricter measures should be taken.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
SUBJECT: Dawn AGE: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Dawn appeared to be a very articulate, well-groomed young black lady when she sat down in my office. She is very tall, a few inches short of six feet, and her frame is slight, but nimble. Her skin is a most consistent coffee and caramel color.
Dawn is a ballerina, and is very absorbed in her art which she practices on the average of six hours a day, still managing her school work.
She lives in the ghetto, however, and her surrounding are full of wild tales of depravity. She tries to keep in touch with herself as much as possible, however, and is somewhat of a loner, not wishing to engage in any of the lawless activities that permeate her environment.
Dawn, however, is at the promiscuous age, and her recent, somewhat late entrance into puberty further complicated her mind. She did use her ballet and channel her libido from her sexuality to her ballet. However, she was not completely successful. She used her ability to contort her body and her ballet positions to help her relive herself of sexual desire in a most unusual way.
Her desire to be alone is also manifested in the unusual way she found to masturbate herself. As she speaks about it, I quietly mused whether her method can indeed be called masturbation, thinking that self-cunnilingus may be the more appropriate term.
Good afternoon, doctor. Well, when I first discovered the need to relieve myself of sexual desire so I could concentrate on my studies and my dancing a little more, it came very easily to me. I would sit down on my bed, all by myself. My fingers would slide under my panties and I would introduce my little pinky into my tight vagina. A few little wriggles and a tweak here and there would be enough to give me an orgasm. My juices would seep out a little, and I would lay back on my bed for fifteen minutes and rub my hands along my almost flat chest, caressing my nipples to a point of a quiet frenzy. I would rest for another ten minutes and then I would be able to concentrate on my education with no further hindrances and no more thoughts about sex. I would do that every other day, on a schedule, alloting a specified time to masturbate. Keeping on schedule allows me to get as many things done as I need to, although I still protest the fact that there are but twenty-four hours in a day.
It was a few months after I first began to masturbate that I discovered a new way, quite by accident at first, as all great inventions are usually invented.
I was sitting on the floor of my room. I have a lock for my door, so the necessity of my ballet leotards was not necessary. Dancing in the complete is very stimulating and gives one a sense of thrilling freedom, despite the discipline and self-control that is necessary to perform the ballet.
I was blessed with a body that is most suitable for the art, as some of my teachers have told me. I am thin, but not too thin. I have developed nice little muscles in my lean legs, but still very feminine. Believe it or not, it was a slight disappointment to me when I had my menarche, my first period and menstruation. I was almost sixteen years old when it occurred, a rather late age, at that. I hoped that the onset of my puberty would not result in a growth that would hamper my body for the purposes of the ballet. In that sense I was not disappointed. My hips, although not tiny, are small and still taut. I was particularly worried about my breasts, however, hoping that they would not grow too large to prevent me from doing some of the dance routines I had worked out.
Although my maturation is still ongoing, I have been assured by gynecologists and genealogists that I will not have an enormous bustline, much to my relief. Now, my pert, pointy breasts are no bigger than walnuts, enabling me to move my torso around with complete mobility.
I am close to six feet tall, an although-am very feminine looking, I weigh less than 120 pounds.
As I originally was saying, I was sitting on my hard floor, in the complete and natural gift that I was born with. I wanted to work on a position that I had been getting better and better at lately, a compromise between the ballet and yoga. I moved my long, nimble legs up, straightening them out and then, like a swan, I twisted them and let them rest on my shoulders, behind my neck. Yes, that's correct, my legs were in perfect, and symmetrical harmony behind my neck. I suppose I looked something like a pretzel. Luckily, I was by myself, for in that position, well, I am completely open, and my stretching does require me to feel some pain, but it is a pain that I am learning to force from my mind. I am learning to relax in ease and comfort in that position.
I remained that way for twenty minutes, even trying to keep my eyes from blinking, and just relaxing in serene comfort.
I had just recently begun to clip my maien hairs, so that it was now in the shape of a short-cropped black diamond.
When I conscientiously let my legs down from behind my neck, I breathed a sigh of relief. Me head bent down very far as I did that. I'll stress that to make my point. My head bent down very far.
I brushed my pert nose against my Mound of 'venus as a matter-of-fact. I snickered slightly, realizing that my ability to contort my body was getting better and better all the time.
Well, my curiosity and my desire to improve myself are what led me into what I did. It was also my need to remove the unwanted sexual desire that also contributed to it.
I balanced myself on the small of my back, teetering on the floor like a top, resting solely on that one small part of my. I straightened my legs out and brought them towards my head and I bent my head forward and then down, trying to make my legs rest on the floor behind-me, if you can imagine that. My neck, too, is very nimble. I forced my head towards my legs as hard as I could. Again, my face brushed my fertile furrow, however, I did not laugh it off this time. I sensed my aroma emanating from my cleft.
I sniffed, and smiled contentedly, feeling a great amount of pride in my femininity, and I felt so happy that I was born a female.
I rubbed my chin against my hairs and then pressed it a little harder, but I began to feel the strain in my back muscles and was forced to straighten up.
It was then that I realized some of the implications in what I had down.
I then masturbated myself, but I didn't use my pinky this time. I was interesting in probing the full extent of my femininity. We are encouraged to masturbate as quickly as possible and then get back to practice by our ballet instructors.
However, I felt that I was entitled to indulge myself slightly and I knew that it would be educational, at least in the sense that I might get to know my own body better.
I used two fingers and at first slowly began to caress myself all along my seam, making my vagina tingle all over. At the age of sixteen, that was the most profound sexual pleasure I had ever experienced. I suppose I was very lucky to have survived the streets and still retain my virginity.
I decided then that I would explore the full range of my sexual powers, but only within myself in the aloneness of my cloistered room.
I inserted my two fingers into my hole, my womb, and began to press and test the durability of the walls of my vagina.
I am as soft as velvet.
I didn't try to stretch too far or hard, but just enough to apply some pressure. I also found that I was becoming increasingly moist, and my flesh was turning from pink to red in proportion and in degree to the feelings of, well, I know now, that those feelings were lust and passion.
My inner lips were becoming thicker and thicker, as I sat there, sweating, and in the full heat of passion, rubbing myself, in and out with a marked frenzy and a desire to feel everything I could possibly feel to the utmost of my capabilities.
Panting, moaning, I continued to masturbate myself, sitting there, calm and content, but with a calmness bordering on and mingled with the epitome of sexual euphoria.
Paroxysms of intoxicating pleasure began to fluctuate and ripple through my most erogenous areas. My neck was burning with desire. My nipples were hard and erect, the blood rushing into my sexually simulative areas and engorging them to their fullest ventricosity.
I am sure my pupils were dilated as they had never been. My large brown eyes were even larger, perhaps as much as five times larger.
My thighs were completely flexed, my muscles rippling through my lean and curvy legs, and I was tingling all over. It was as if millions of tiny needles were pricking me all over my body.
I was oozing with desire. I was oozing with nectar, slowly seeping out of my tender puckering furrow.
I no longer needed to use my fingers, as my body had received the stimulus and was acting on its own now. I leaned back against the wall and sighed, just removing myself completely, feeling as if I were floating on a puffy cloud of downy maiden hairs, and swooping over the landscape, making drops that would cause my flat, taut belly to rise up to my mouth.
I rubbed my hand against my face, attempting to erase the sweat on my brow. I looked at my fingers. My soakage had wet them completely. I looked at the succulent sap of my fertile femininity on my fingers in a dazed stupor.
I put my fingers under my nose and sniffed. I was in for a surprise.
"AHHHHHH!!" I sighed, inhaling the essence of my reproductive juices for the first time.
I fell in love with my aroma immediately.
It was a little acidic, but it seemed so fresh and clean, not like the vulgarisms I had heard such a scent described with by those around me.
I do bathe twice a day, and I had started to douche myself also on a regular basis. I suppose I have a slight fetish for cleanliness, but I also believe that being clean makes one clean inside and gives one a clean and refreshed mind.
I even saved up my allowance money for a year to have a bidet installed in our bathroom, and made certain that my sisters and brothers would not use it to urinate in. They respect my desire to make something of myself and do show compassion and understanding for my art and the accoutrements that pertain to it.
Pardoning that small digression, if you will, doctor, As I inhaled the aroma of my elixir, I was fascinated in the texture, the feel and the fragrance of it. I looked heavenward and smiled, brushing my fingers across my lips.
"Mmmmmm," I sighed, fully enraptured by the thrill and exquisite beauty of it all. I sucked my lips together, and then let my tongue caress my lips.
My lubricated pliant flap added its own lustre to my fragrant female fluid.
I knew then, that that would not be the last time I would endeavor to taste my own mellow pulp.
I lay down in a supine position on my own wooden dance board, made of fiberglass on one side and plywood on the other side.
I remained motionless. I knew that I had taken up a lot of extra time with my masturbation. I resigned myself that I would get four hours sleep instead of five. I suppose I am also lucky in the sense that all I really need is four or five hours of sleep and am full of energy when I awake.
I lay there for a number of minutes, feeling so sensual and sensuous and I waxed ecstatic. I began to knead and caress my chest, my breasts rather. I'm still used to referring to it as my chest rather than my breasts, they're so tiny. I say that in all modesty, not wishing to indulge in self-vanity.
I felt my big black nipples. They stood up on my chest like sentinels at dawn. I rubbed them in between my fingers and felt my soft little mounds of titflesh, testing for lumps while I had the opportunity. I was as smooth and delicate there as I could ever hope to be, luckily.
I ran my fingers down the length of my supine body, feeling myself all over, kneading my taut, belly, feeling my ribs and then my abdomen, squeezing my groin, and letting my hands run over my curves, in admiration. I had never done that so thoroughly until then, and I discovered some things about my nubile body that I had never noticed before as I lay there. I was relaxing and letting my energy that was zapped from my masturbation restore itself.
I was so thin, I found, not realizing it as much as I did until then, but it was the type of leanness that I know was not unsightly at all. My ribs did not stick out, but I had no extra meat on me at all. I realized then in complete humble thoughts that I was indeed a beautiful female specimen.
I did not permit myself the luxury of dwelling on that. I accepted it with complete objective and tranquil humility and continued to caress myself.
Again, I sat up and still sensing the lingering effects of my fragrance under my nose, I placed my legs straight out, getting the proper leverage I knew I would need. I stretched them out so wide, I felt a little pain in my exposed, wide-open honeypot.
I moved my lean nates back, and tilted my head forward and downward, finally reaching my goal.
A slight feeling of revulsion crept into my mind. I had never permitted such thoughts to enter my body and I would not permit it now. It passed quickly as I sniffed my velvety, pink flesh.
"Mmmmmmm," I bayed in a mellifluous feline purr. The workings and perfection of nature as manifested in the female body were never so obvious to me then as I slid my tongue out and caressed my own hot little crease.
"Ahhhhhh," I sighed and beamed happily, feeling pride and a slight euphoria that I was able to stimulate my own self so directly. I placed my hands under my thighs and lifted them up slightly. My neck was lurched and stretched out to the fullest and my mid-section was extended to its most flexible malleability.
My face was deep in my pocket of wet, dripping delirium. I slithered my tongue all around, letting my fermenting juices collect on my tongue. Then I twirled it back into my mouth and swallowed it, first letting it roll around the insides of my cheeks in order to savor the succulent, tangy dew of that my body had the wonderful ability to create.
My soft flap inside my mouth met my other soft socket of wet, vulnerable, sensitivity, creating the most wonderful excitement that I had ever felt.
I was deep in my own little pussy and any strain it produced on my back was negligible. I began to flit my tongue back and forth, deep in the throes of uninhibited, unmitigated passion.
I found it hard to keep my tongue moving back and forth so quickly and still endure the powerful sexual fury that it was provoking within my loins.
However, I found that by letting my mind drift off, my tongue would work with a more natural and unencumbered naturalness, almost like an instinctive reaction. It flitted back and forth in my sweet little pussy as fast as the wings of a cicada, almost completely removed from every other part of my body.
It was as if my tongue and my pussy were destined to meet, and having met, separated themselves from everything else and did everything they could to provide the most ebullient pleasurable passion that could be imagined.
I didn't know where I was and lost all conception of time and place. My sexual desires were stimulated to the fullest and I was like a passion machine as I floated around there and ate my own pussy.
My juices were flowing out of my bubbling box of miraculous magnificence and my flesh was pulsating and palpitating at the touch of my darting flap.
My clit was swollen to thrice its size and the direct stimulation of it by my stinging love-arrow sent flutters of hysterical excitement shooting from my brain to every pore of my skin, making me feel as if I were throbbing and vibrating all over, purring like a kitten or a little locomotive.
Finally, I was forced to succumb to my own self-passion and my orgasm made me feel like I was so intensely involved in personified pleasure, I keeled over and began to twitter and twitch, ever particle of my oscillating bifurcated cranny burning with beautiful, luxurious excitement.
INTERVIEW TWO
Dawn's discovery that her nimble body could be of great advantage to her sexuality is quite remarkable.
She did eat her pussy out on a number of other occasions, but her tremendous discipline and self-control didn't permit her to make a bad habit out of it. She did it about twice a week, cutting out her other masturbatory practices in order to give her the extra time she would need to put her on that wave-length of ecstasy, we agreed that in the place of meditation, her karma could best be attained by her continued, but controlled reliance on her majestically nimble body to contort itself.
In our second interview. Dawn explained how her increased awareness of her sexuality led her to have a sapphic love-affair with her ballet teacher, Wyomia Rainbow.
Ms. Rainbow is a trim, dark black woman in her early thirties. She had danced with ballet troupes all over the world and she finally decided to come back to her roots in Brooklyn's worst ghetto to instruct others who had hopes of becoming prima ballerinas.
I was one of her prized students. She taught mainly as volunteer work, receiving only a small federal subsidy.
There were eight of us girls in her class and we received a lot of individual training in our thrice-weekly lessons.
She explained to us how she had danced with a Swiss ballet troupe in Moscow and received the plaudits of the crowd. It was a nude ballet, but she also explained that it was nothing that would arouse the prurient interests of the spectators. It was complete art. The pirouettes and other ballet movements that ballerinas do were performed with absolute subtlety, she explained to us, and then had the eight of us try it, also in the nude.
Of course, in my own home, I had danced in the nude a number of times. We would do that about one out of every three lessons.
One time, after class, she called me over and said that she wanted to have a conference with me. I was still without my leotard as we talked, but I was hardly aware of it. I felt so comfortable and natural with her looking at me and I didn't care that she was naked, also, since she had to show us the proper mincing and running steps.
Dancing in the nude is different than with leotards on. Actually, with leotards on, it is more sexual, but in the nude, all of our sexuality is sacrificed for the good of art, and we move with controlled and disciplined authority.
We chatted informally after talking about some movements I was working on. Soon, the conversation turned to sex.
She asked me if I had any boyfriends.
"Quite frankly, Ms. Rainbow, I am afraid of boys," I admitted.
"I see. Call me Wyomia," she said.
We talked some more and I spoke openly and unashamed about how I relieved myself. She seemed a little shocked at first, but my assurance that I saw nothing sordid about my method convinced her that I was sincere in wanting to become a prima ballerina. She opened up a little more of herself to me.
"I am a lesbian, Dawn," she said in a normal voice.
I smiled at her. She asked me if I ever had any thoughts of loving someone else.
"Did you ever have any thoughts of loving someone else, Dawn?" she asked.
"Well, as I've said, Wyomia, I really do not want to enter into a relationship with a boy. I don't think I'm into narcissism, either, but that's been my whole love life," I stated in complete honesty. "My time is precious to me, as I'm sure it is with you, and I feel that such a relationship can only hinder my goals and objectives."
"You are quite mature for your age, Dawn," she said.
I expressed my knowledge of that fact, but thanked her anyway.
"I will put it to you rather bluntly, Dawn. Do you mind?"
"Please do, Wyomia," I suggested.
So she did. And I did. I knew that my time would not be wasted with her, and that I could learn a great deal. I moved in with her, my parents grateful that they had one less mouth to feed, although we all still loved each other.
Wyomia lived in a luxurious apartment building on Central Park West. It even had a doorman. I was not used to such luxury, but I quickly adjusted to it.
She had a rug, I mean, a carpet that was a few inches thick and was so soft. A bed was not even necessary with such a carpet.
She helped me with my education and my dancing. We were thoroughly in love with each other, confessing our desires to give physical expression to that love, also.
We sat nude, our legs tucked under us on the thick rub and faced each other. We revealed our most intimate and personal thoughts to each other and Wyomia's experience in life and her rise from the ghetto further inculcated into my mind the desire to emulate her in every way possible, while still being my own person.
One day, in order to enhance one of our love-sessions, we put lemon oil all over each other, caressing our perfect bodies and memorizing ever pore of our being with our deft digits.
We both shined with a beautiful lustre as she stood up and embraced. We were neither above letting loose with all of our girlish passion either. We grappled on the floor, our legs locked together, our arms squeezing the shimmering softness from our perfect feminine structures, kissing softly on the lips and rubbing the pulsating cores of our being together. Our breasts rubbed back and forth like kissing eskimo's, our erect nipples stimulating each other, our short, clipped, bristly maiden hairs tangled up together and blending into oneness.
"Ohhhhhh," I sighed as I caressed her fragrant, dark black body.
"Ahhhhh," she moaned as she squeezed me close to her and tasted the essence of my being.
We clung to each other as if we would fall into a deep abyss if we let go. We opened our mouths and let our tongues probe the now familiar hot and wet pores of our taste buds. Our tongues interwined and the hot breath flowed out of our flared nostrils, provoking a harmonious, but hysterical passion moving through our bodies in wavelets, making our flesh one flesh, and letting us feel hat the other was feeling.
We rubbed our pussies together, and her mature, but still virgin vagina let her sap seep out and coagulate with my own. We both knew that we were meant for each other from the start, ever since we had first lain eyes upon each other. We both confessed to that and had a good laugh.
Deep in the throes of our orgasms, we climbed on top of each other and got into a 69 position. We finished licking the succulent sap that dripped out of our puckering furrows.
"Mmmmmmm," I sighed. "Ohhhhh," Wyomia murmured.
"Ahhhhhhh," I moaned. "Oooooow," she panted.
We were both ecstatic. We were also both exhausted, the exhilaration of our mutual, harmonious correspondence rendering our passionate, feminine bodies helplessly immobile.
We lay together, looking up at the ceiling and then at each other. The mature, knowing eyes of my mentor were now blended in a harmonious union with my own dee ppools of brown.
Gently, I ran the tips of my fingers down the full curvature of her body, caressing her ever so lightly. She did the same to me, making the small trail of pecah fuzz from my belly button down to my entrance stand on their edges.
I found some more energy and I leaned over Wyomia. I placed my mouth directly over her tiny, beautiful breasts and warmed her, blowing on her squidgy, erect nipple with my hot, passion-filled breath.
"Mmmmm, ohhhhh," she shrieked, and she grabbed my lean neck.
She pulled herself up to me and put her mouth over my own hard, firm nipple, and then the other one.
We were ready for another go at it.
CONCLUSION
Dawn's story show's that there are some people in the ghetto who do not live tortured, troubled, suicidal lives.
Dawn is a remarkable and mature young woman at the age of sixteen, and her lesbianism is nothing she should be ashamed of.
She should try to get over her slight phobia of males, however.
As the protege of the equally beautiful Wyomia Rainbow, Dawn's life should be one of productive and artistic quality.
Dawn is a very healthy young lady, both physically and mentally. Her emotions are very stable for someone so young.
The fact that she practices an art that requires so much discipline and control has a lot to do with her determination to make a success out of herself.
She also knows herself very well. It is very hard to tell someone like Dawn that her lesbian love is not a good thing for her, and in this day and age, who is to say what is healthy and what is not.
She is a nimble, and very contained beauty. Dawn knows perfectly well what she has gotten herself into with her ballet teacher, and I am sure she is in very capable hands.
Ms. Rainbow, also, knows that her sex partner is half her age, but she has found that Dawn can and will act as mature and as responsible as need be. Dawn's studies will not be neglected.
I look forward to the day that Dawn will be performing the ballet in the best ballet houses in the world.
CASE HISTORY NINE
SUBJECT: Sinda AGE: Fourteen
INTERIVEW ONE
Sinda is here because she was caught by a guidance counselor in her school in a very compromising act with another girl, also her age, in the school bathroom.
Sinda is a lesbian.
What follows are a couple of short interviews in which Sinda describes some of the things that she finds so interesting about being a lesbian.
Well, doctor, I guess the best thing is that since I don't dig boys at all, I ain't got to worry about competing for them. I can usually get everything I want from my fellow females. Girls are so much softer and gentler than boys in making love, anyway. Well, there was this one dyke, though, that I made it with once, who was really brutal, but I usually don't go for them.
The kinds of girls that I usually prefer are those that are closer to my age, fourteen, and that are sleek, nimble, feminine, passive, and trustworthy.
Shirleen was a girl like that. She was in my gym class. I loved looking at her when she took her clothes off and had to take a shower. I knew that I wanted to take her in my arms and embrace her from the first moment I laid eyes on her. She was fourteen, also, but was a little taller than me. I'm 5'4" and Shirleen is 5'7", but I outweigh her by ten pounds. I'm not heavy or anything, but Shirleen is so slim and trim.
Well, it took me a while before I could bring it up, I mean, what I hoped I could do with her. When I finally told her of my sapphic intention, she really surprised me. She told me that she loves females, too, and would gladly try me out and see if anything could come of it.
Anyway, we went to her house one afternoon. There was no one else there.
We took off all of our clothes. First we looked at each other's nude bodies. Then we began to feel each other, We stood still and gently caressed our nude, beautiful bodies. We really didn't say much. We didn't have to say anything. Our fingers, and then our tongues did most of the talking.
We kneaded each others breasts, ran lightly moving fingers across our lips. We put our fingers in our mouths and sucked on them. We embraced and hugged, making our pussies rub together, still holding each other tightly.
We took turns sucking on each other's nipples, getting them good and hot and hard and big.
Shirleen is a lot darker then me. She is almost absolutely black, and her complexion is so fine and consistent. I'm more of a coffee color. My nipples aren't as dark as hers either, tee hee.
We then went onto the bed. We began to make love in earnest then, rolling our tongues around inside each other's mouths, and caressing the gentle slopes of our flanks, intervened in a beautiful girlish embrace.
We flitted our tongues together as fast as the wings of a cicada and our tongues interwined and the hot breath flowed out of our nostrils.
Slowly, our fingers crept down to our honeypots, causing great waves of excitement to come over us, even more than what our soul kissing had given us.
Gently, I traced the outline of Shirleen's little crescent with my fingertips, and she did the came to me, moving closer and closer towards the inevitable delectable delight in the center of our increasingly moist furrows.
We soon were both swooning with ecstasy.
Kissing each other on the lips and sucking on our tongues, drawing out all of the sweet juice, we then began to move our deft digits in and around our quivering cunts with a little more authority.
We were both writhing on the bed as we held onto each other, embraced in a lovelock of beautiful, feline, girlish emotion.
Our vaginas were very wet now, and the natural sap inside was dripping in slow, oozing deposits on the bedsheet.
Our fingers were also saturated from our girlish essence. It was so wonderful.
We grabbed each other, using only one arm and squeezed our waists so tight, just to bear the hot, rippling waves that were coursing through our bodies.
"Mmmmmmm," I sighed.
"Ahhhhh, ohhhhhh, yessssssss, Sinda," Shirleen sighed as our simultaneous orgasms occurred, sending us into a whirling, pulsating euphoria of thrilling indescribable excitement.
We finally got so exhausted that we just rolled off each other and lay back on the bed, little murmurs of kittenish pleasure escaping from our lips.
INTERVIEW TWO
In that short interview, a lot can be gleaned by the way that Sinda and Shirleen made love. They are obviously two gentle, and happy girls. In another short interview, Sinda describes what it's like to eat a girl's pussy and have that girl eat her pussy at the same exact time, Well, doctor, her name is Princess. Honest, that's her real name. Should I tell you how we met? Oh, I see, there isn't enough time for that. All right, I'll only describe what we did that time and how it felt.
Well, we were in Princess's house. No one was there, of course as we lay nude on a bed. I was on top of her, and she was underneath me.
But we weren't facing each other. Oh, no! I was facing the little clipped black pubic mound of Princess and she was looking up into my big, black bush.
We stuffed our tongues deep into each other's pussies and really twirled them about in there, making the two of us feel like we were on a roller coaster plunging straight down.
It was utterly exquisite.
Her soft flesh was responding so beautifully to the knowing touch of my love-arrow, and my own pink, wet velvet was also feeling the great thrills of Princess's lapping flap.
We nipped our clits and that alone was enough to cause powerful and hot waves to rumble through our nubile bodies.
We were both ecstatic, and making our pussies feel better was the only thing we wanted.
We were practically screaming in joy when our most pleasant, passionate orgasms consumed us, and our girl nectar oozed out of our slits.
"Mmmmmm, ahhhhhhh," we sighed.
CONCLUSION
Sinda's story is not an uncommon one. There are many, many young girls who are turning to lesbianism, much to the disappointment of the male race.
Intrinsically there is really nothing wrong with girls who like the pleasure of the flesh to come from their own species.
However, they should try to keep an open mind about the stronger sex, and not rule it out entirely.
That is what I informed Sinda.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
As we have seen, life in the inner city can lead many a naive and pretty girl down the downtrodden path to degeneracy.
Even those that lead religious and cloistered lives cannot escape the clutches of grasping, pawing hands. Such was the case with Corinne, who had been brought up in strict obedience to God.
However, such adherence to the letter of the Bible can also provide a convenient escape from the reality of their situation, much the way that other people use sex to escape.
One thing is certain, however. Using Corinne as an example, a girl who tried her hardest to not give in to the gang rape, she finally had to succumb to the passions that were inevitable.
Her twelve year old mind was confused and distorted. She kept repeating how she loved it, but still hated it. This is not an unnatural or a surprising thought. One's body will betray one's mind every time. The stimulation of a girl's clitoris, whether forced or willing will arouse her sexuality every time.
The unwitting entrance into the most perverse and most base forms of sex for a number of these children can be traced to the depressing environment from which they must inhabit.
In the case of Tallie, a girl who is really not evil, or demented, according to accepted definitions of the word, she did find herself copulating with a dog.
While many of you who are reading this consider such a thing to be beyond a doubt, the epitome of sexual depravity, Tallie herself did not actually believe that she was doing anything so terribly wrong. I am certain that if she did realize the implications of her act, she would not have done so. Basically, Tallie is a nice girl, strange as that may sound, if taken out of context.
Showing that depraved sex is not only related to ghetto life, we have the case of beautiful, fourteen year old blonde Lalena. Her rape and tar and feathering by a group of demented southern bigots is an act that holds consequences way beyond one little girl. The feeling of justification in doing a violent act can give many a person the desire to continue to torment an innocent young virgin.
We hope that these somewhat shocking case studies may influence you to be more understanding of the sexual mores of people from cultures that may be different than yours.
